Close Enough

Ch 62 Draco Muses

In a mere few days I found out that the quick recovery of my mate was not all it seemed. He was not faking exactly, but on occasion I found that the simple touches and kind words that were okay mere moments before would cause him to flinch. It pained me to know that he needed to be close to me, needed to have the touch and know the physical presence of his mate, but at the same time he wanted nothing more than to never have anyone touch him ever again. For me the small consolation was that the one behind his attack was being punished in a fitting manor for this crime upon my mate.

St. Mungo’s had five new occupants upon Harry’s request, and all on his account. The sympathy I have seen in Harry’s eyes as he looks at those who attacked him, as he watched Collin and Seamus being levitated out of the hospital wing still in a coma; strength I knew I never could have. I find it amazing to know that Harry is capable of such a feeling toward people who, in all reality, stole from him a one of a kind gift. How he can look in their faces and not be immediately thrown back into the situation, I will never know.

Knowing what Harry has been through in his life, all of the things he went through with his family, the losses, and the final battle itself; it’s not surprising really how he is coping so well. I watch him while he reviews for our NEWTs, he is concentrating so hard on doing well. Throwing himself into the workload, I believe, hoping to forget what has happened and move on.

We spoke about the bonding ceremony the day after he got out of the hospital wing. I know he needs time, and told him so, however his response was to tell me that he was not going to allow ‘that bitch’ to run his life. We argued about it, I don’t want to push him into something he is not ready for no matter how much I want it. After an hour of fighting and another hour of not speaking, we came to the conclusion that we would have the ceremony as planned and after that whenever the completion happens it happens.

The weekend before our NEWTs is going to be Harry’s final show with ‘The Pack’. They have been here every couple of nights practicing, rehearing and revising the set for the particular show. I can see it in all of their eyes that it will be a sad event as much as it will be a happy one.

I met Harry’s ‘replacement’ that he has been working with, Marc Lewbeck. He was quite a character, lacked some of the charisma that Harry has on stage but was a suitable guitar player and got on well with the band. I was allowed to see the band practice only once, and was removed half way through; they claimed something about privacy and surprises. When Harry came back from practicing alone with Marc on the complicated music he would sit quietly for hours slowly sipping tea and looking sad. I knew this was hard on him, but it was an unfortunate necessity.

I made my way to the Great Hall the Friday morning before Harry’s show, to find that not only was Harry already there waiting (having run from the room moments after showering when he woke up) but also were Blaise and Pansy, as well as the rest of the band, who were currently huddled around my mate looking at something on the table in front of him.

“Morning.” I say as I walk up behind the group, causing them all to jump slightly and allowing myself to chuckle softly, “Well, I didn’t mean to scare you.” squeezing into the seat that had been cleared for me, I lean over and look at what is on the table, “And what are we so fascinated with this morning children?” I received stern looks from all those around me, followed quickly by soft laughter.
“An add for our gig, you silly boy.” Dex said with a laugh, tilting the paper toward me so I could read it clearly, it read:

Presenting
The underground sensation

THE PACK

HJ Evan’s farewell show
Saturday
7pm
At ‘Cling’

Featuring new material
As well as your favorites.

Underneath was a picture of the band, muggle by the looks of it, as it wasn’t moving. All the members of the band stood arms around eachother beaming at the camera. I noticed that not only was Marc pictured in the band but he was in the middle where Harry was placed in all of the photographs I have seen of the band. Meanwhile Harry was on the outside of the group merely holding Cord’s hand instead of sharing in the embrace that the rest of the group was enjoying.
“Can you believe it’s here already?” I hear Loki ask from somewhere behind me. “I mean, it just came up so quickly.” I feel Harry tense slightly next to me, but he was still smiling fondly down at the advertisement.

“With all the practicing we’ve been doing, and all the complaining about how your stupid hands hurt, how can this seem as tho it came quickly? I would have thought you’d be happy it was here.” Lucas commented. “Plus, after this show we go on tour, I’m excited to finally be going. I know we all are.” He finished smiling broadly at the group around him. I stiffen at his comment, looking quickly to my mate.
“Draco we have to go. Classes start soon.” Harry said, standing slowly and removing himself from the group quickly and making his way out of the hall. Before I have time to move, Marc thumps Lucas on the back of the head.
“Way to be insensitive mate.” Marc snapped.
“What? What did I say?” Lucas looked around stupidly.

“What did you say?” Cord’s mouth dropped open as she stood and leaned forward pressing her palms to the table. “Could you remind Harry a little more that it is his last time with us, and that we are going on without him? You great twit!” dawning comprehension made it’s way across Lucas’ face and he turned to me.
“Draco, man, I’m sorry.” He looked from me to the doors and back again, “Please, tell him I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Luke.” I began holding up a hand to stop what would probably have been a long stream of babble. “He is very understanding about this. He knows you are very excited, and he is excited for you, as well as for the show tomorrow. He’s just sad he won’t be with you.” I cringe inwardly at my own words.
“Draco, you know HJ is excited about what’s coming for him too, right?” Cord asked, her expression softening quickly as her eyes turned toward me. I nod slightly and stand.

“Yes, I know. It’s just complicated.” I smile around at them and give a small wave with my hand. “I shall see you at lunch then?” they nod, and I make my way out of the great hall to find my mate. Using the link I find him quickly, he is gathering his books in our room for his classes. I smile to myself and make my way to see him, knowing just how to cheer him up before classes begin.


Harry was standing at his desk packing his messenger back full of his notes for the review sessions that were being held in classes that day when I walked in. Silently closing the door I moved toward my mate slowly, watching him closely as his hands delicately handle his materials. Once standing close behind him I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him back into me tightly, resting my chin on his shoulder.
“Have everything?” I whisper softly into his ear, causing a violent shudder to run through his body as he closes his eyes and leans back into me.
“I think so.” He breathes.

“Good. Does that mean you have a minute for your mate?” I ask, my voice low, pressing a gentle kiss onto his neck.
“Of course.” He sighs, and turns in my arms to face me. “What’s up?” he asks me, a small smile on his face. He knows what I’m going to ask, and yet he makes me ask anyway. Most people in my position would just take, but he makes me ask. I think it makes him feel as though he has power over the situation. Silly mate of mine.
“May i…” I trail off, playing the game.
“May you what, Draco?” he asks, snuggling his body into mine, shifting his head slightly to expose his neck; oh yes he knows what I want.
“May I feed my love?” I ask, my voice slightly raspy sounding as he grinds his hips into mine. He smiles at me, and shifts he head further, exposing plainly his neck for my needs.
“Yes.” I smile and begin kissing his neck, reveling in the soft mewling and moaning sounds that are escaping my mate.
“
You enjoy when I feed, yes?” I ask, slowly licking a line from his shoulder to his ear before biting his lobe gently.
“You know I do…” I chuckle softly at the way his breathing hitches and then speeds up.
“And you, my little creature,” I suck briefly on my previous feeding mark on his neck, “You need release, yes?” he’s moaning louder now, and I smirk against his neck.
“Draco…. what are you getting at?” he asked slowly, attempting to keep his breathing under control.
“Well I have an idea, which will suit both of our needs.” I push him into the desk slightly and grind into him. “But I want to make sure it’s okay.” I continue grinding and licking my mark on his neck, “Because I wouldn’t want to push you… or do anything you didn’t want…” I pulled back slightly to look down into his face; his cheeks are slightly flushed and he is panting slightly, I smile.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked without opening his eyes.
“Well…” I slowly ran my hand down his sternum.. “I was thinking..” my hand traveled down his stomach, “That if it was okay,” I continued running my hand down until it rested just to the left of his now hard manhood, “I’d feed.. here.” I punctuated my point by pressing the spot with my fingertips. I watch his eyes snap open and I smile as he gazes up at me. I can read it on his face, it sings through the bond to me, but he speaks anyway.
“Yes, Draco, please.” It’s soft and hushed, but those three words could have been enough to make me cum.