Coming Home

A/N: This is it…the chapter you’ve all been waiting for. Yup, that’s right…the smut. Er…I mean…the Bonding. ^_^ As with former chapters, the first bit is just some set-up to help things flow more naturally and my funny face-fault symbol will mean it’s not part of the song, ‘kay?

To Lady X: Yes...yes, it does make me giddy, lol. And yes, I know it's kind of rushed...but there's a lot of time-jumping to keep it lined up with the CD.

To wizli: Yes, I know...Ron's reaction was kind of funny. No, he isn't envious. Veela are very protective of their Mates and rarely allow anyone to see their body. They certainly don't normally allow anyone to see them pleasuring their Mates. This would be an amazing thing for a Wizard or Witch to be allowed to see...it says that the Veela trusts you with their Mate, which is rare and very cool. Hence Ron's reaction.

To skarrah: I'm sorry if you felt my Prologue was similar to yours. I've read your story, actually, and it's quite good. My version of Veela doesn't come from you or any other author though...it comes from Bulgarian, Russian, Polish, and other countries folklore. Since JKR is fairly accurate in her portrayals of creatures from folklore, this lines up rather nicely with the Canon as well as the majority of Fanon out there. I'm glad you like my story, though.

To my other reviewers: Thank you for reviewing; I do read each and every one of them and they brighten my day! Thank you so much for your support!

So, I’m sure you’ll all be confused in the beginning but I had to match the song. Which is okay, because I think it works out rather well in the end. I know it took me ages to update, but I’ve been super busy with work and writing books and renting out our other apartment, which meant fixing it up. Sorry! Hope you like this chapter and please go the extra three inches and review it for me! ~ FA

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Harry stumbled dazedly into the Common Room after dinner and collapsed into a chair near the fireplace. Hermione sat in a chair near him, her face burning. Ron plopped cheerfully down in the chair across from Harry and smiled.

“You look happy, Harry.” He stated with a grin. “Malfoy’s treating you alright?”

Harry smiled back, still a bit dazed. “Yah…yah, he is.” He blushed a bit. “Look, about the incident on the train…”

Ron shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, Harry. I’m thinking about it as a Veela and their Mate, not as you and Malfoy.” He grinned again. “S’about the only reason I haven’t freaked like ‘Mione is doing.”

Harry laughed and nodded. “Alright, Ron. We won’t talk about it, then.” He shot a glance at Hermione. “Does it really bother you that much, ‘Mione?”

“Oh, Harry…” She smiled slightly and shook her head. “It’s not that it bothers me; it’s just that it’s a bit weird to see you in that way. You’re like a brother to me.” She bit her lip, than asked. “So, have you two Bonded, then?”

Harry shook his head, frowning now. “No…no, Draco always stops.” He shrugged, but was obviously upset. “I don’t get it. Aren’t Veela supposed to want to Bond?”

Ron looked thoughtful. “Maybe he’s trying to let you be the one to take it to the next level, you know? Like, ‘cause it’s your choice and all, so he wants to make sure you choose it with a level head.”

Hermione nodded. “After all, Harry, he didn’t have a choice. You’re his Mate and he loves you and he wants nothing more than to spend his entire life with you. You, however, have the option of walking away. He most likely wants to make sure you’re positive before you Bond.”

“How can he think I don’t want to?” Harry asked, feeling a bit annoyed. “He knows how I feel!”

“Does he?” Hermione chided gently. “Have you said it, Harry? Try going to him. Tell him how you feel. Let him know you’re ready to take that step. I’m sure he’ll leap at the chance.”

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Twenty Minutes Later:

Harry stood nervously outside the portrait to Draco’s private rooms. He’d been given them after he had an…interesting…dream one night and woken to find his whole dorm looming over him, enthralled by Charm. Harry bit his lip and then whispered the password. He took a deep, steadying breath and slipped into the Common Room, but Draco wasn’t there. Harry nervously walked across the room and opened the door to Draco’s bedroom.

He peeked inside. “Harry.” Draco was standing by the window. He turned as Harry opened the door further and stepped in. “What’s wrong?”

“Huh?” Harry said dumbly. “Wha…oh. Um…nothing’s wrong. I just…” He stopped and bit his lip, unsure of what to say now that he was standing there.

“Harry.” Draco smiled slightly, moving to sit on his huge four poster bed. “It’s late and I’m tired. Whatever you wanted to tell me…can’t it wait until morning?”

Harry tensed. He didn’t like it when Draco tried to dismiss him like this…why couldn’t he visit? Didn’t he want Harry to spend the night? Then it hit Harry…of course Draco wanted him to spend the night. However, Draco’s defenses were down when he was sleeping and he was probably worried about accidentally pushing Harry into doing something he wasn’t ready for if Harry spent the night. A bit more confident now, Harry pushed the door shut and stepped towards the bed.

“No, Drake.” He said softly. “It can’t wait until morning.” He saw the puzzled look on Draco’s face and grinned. “You aren’t sleeping anyway. You don’t sleep through the night ever, do you? You just lay there…thinking about me…wanting me there, in your arms, sleeping beside you…”

“Harry…” Draco’s silvery eyes widened as Harry tugged his tee-shirt off and threw it onto the floor. He tried to pull in his Charm, only to realize he hadn’t been unleashing it to begin with. “Wha…what are you doing?” He watched in fascination as Harry kicked off his trainers and socks.

“You’re going to remember this night forever.” Harry whispered, unbuttoning his jeans, than shoving them and his boxers off. “You’re going to relive it over and over again whenever I’m away from your bed for even a night.” A smirk graced Harry’s lips as he climbed onto the bed. “Which won’t be often, I promise.”

He gently pushed Draco onto his back. Eyes still wide and stunned, Draco tried to express his confusion. “Harry…what…why…I don’t understand…”

“I love you.” Harry said it simply, letting out the words he’d been unintentionally holding in for weeks. “I love you and I’m ready to Bond.” Draco opened his mouth and Harry saw the protest forming on his lips. “No. I won’t wait. I won’t be put off for any longer. This is what I want.”

He leaned down and brushed his lips over Draco’s. He then dragged his mouth down the blonde’s jaw and over his neck. As Harry scraped his teeth lightly over the other boy’s pulse point, Draco threw his arm across his eyes, letting out a low, keening cry. The air around them tensed, than pulsed, and Draco’s clothing vanished. Harry brushed his fingers lightly over Draco’s sides, dancing them softly up his ribs. He smiled against Draco’s skin as a shiver went through the body beneath him.

Draco suddenly arched up, catching Harry off balance and flipping them over. Harry lay flat on his back, with Draco kneeling above him. “You asked for it.” He shivered at Draco’s harshly whispered statement.

Draco leaned down and fiercely captured Harry’s mouth. Harry moaned into the kiss and arched his hips up slightly, pressing against Draco. Draco threw his head back and Harry watched in fascination as Draco’s silvery-white wings unfurled. When he looked back down at Harry, he was glowing as though bathed in moonlight and Harry had never felt as lucky as he did in that moment. This beautiful, amazing creature was his…would always be his…and he couldn’t figure out why. Not that it mattered; Harry knew in that moment that he would never let Draco go.

Draco leaned down and began to press fevered kissed to Harry’s neck and shoulders, sliding his hands up and down the brunette’s torso. Harry could feel the Veela’s magic snapping and crackling in the air and he could feel it burning along the surface of his skin, making it hard to think or breath or do anything other than succumb to the feelings.

“Draco…” He gasped out, even as the blonde’s hands slid over his hips and down his thighs, his mouth moving down Harry’s chest and stomach. “Draco, wait…”

Harry felt Draco tense and the magic surround them buzzed and hummed as Draco tried to rein it in. “No…no…” Harry whispered soothingly, running his hands gently through Draco’s hair and over his wings. “I want you to hold me, Draco…to be close to me…to keep me from losing my mind to your Touch so that I can remember every second of this. I don’t want this to be over…just…move slower?” The last two words he whispered.

Draco nodded and rolled over, away from Harry, and onto his back. “You do it, then, Harry.” He said quietly. “You control the pace and the act.”

Harry nodded and leaned in, kissing Draco’s chest. Draco hissed in a breath between his teeth; Harry rarely touched or kissed Draco because Draco was afraid of losing his control. Now, however…Harry’s mouth moved lower, his tongue tracing the clearly defined muscles of Draco’s abs. He nuzzled his way down the trail of soft, blonde hair below Draco’s navel, than licked lightly at the head of Draco’s cock.

Draco let out another keening noise and tangled his hands in the sheets, then his own hair, then the sheets again, in a bid to anchor himself somehow. Harry smiled at seeing that perfect hair so tousled, knowing Draco would never have messed it up before. Nor would he have let all of those senseless, needy sounds slip past his lips, the way he was now.

Harry sucked in the full length of Draco’s cock, gagging a little as it hit the back of his throat but determined to take it all. As he pulled back, he pressed his tongue flat against the bottom of Draco’s cock and sucked. The cry that escaped Draco was beyond undignified and it thrilled Harry to know he could make Draco loose his cool so well.

He could feel Draco’s control slipping as hands tangled in his ebony locks and tried to push his head back down. He obliged and sucked in Draco’s length again, then gasped around it when the magic in the air pulsed again and he felt a cool, slickness inside him.

He pulled back quickly, then gasped and threw his head back as the magic pulsed again and he felt his internal muscles relax and stretch. “Draco…what…”

The blonde boy half-tackled Harry and shoved him onto his back again. “Veela magic does a lot…” He whispered against Harry’s lips. “Handy, isn’t it?”

Harry’s green eyes widened as he felt Draco’s cock pressed against his arse. “No…no, it isn’t…” He tried not to panic, instead reaching up and cupping his soon-to-be lover’s face in his hands. “Draco, I’m not ready…”

“My magic…”

“Emotionally.” Harry cut in. He touched Draco’s cheek softly. “This is supposed to bring us closer, remember? Hold me…make it special for us both. It’s shouldn’t end yet…move slower?” Again, those two words were whispered.

Draco took a steadying breath and slipped his hand between their bodies. His fingers found Harry’s entrance and one slipped in. Harry expected to tense at the invasion…expected to feel uncomfortable, at least…but Draco’s Veela magic had helped a lot. As Draco slid a second finger into him, Harry gasped and arched his hips. Draco curled his fingers slightly, twisting them and searching. Finally he found the right spot and focused his Touch on his fingers as he hit it again. Harry screamed, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as Draco shot electrified pleasure through his entire body.

Within moments, Harry was desperate for more. He wanted nothing more than to feel Draco moving inside him. “Please…” He begged. “Please, Draco…need you…now…”

The blonde removed his fingers from his mate’s body and positioned himself against Harry’s entrance. “Harry…are you sure? This is forever…”

“I want this.” Harry said fiercely. “I want this and I want you. Forever. I won’t regret anything we do, I swear. Please…”

Draco smiled. “The words?” He asked softly, praying Harry could remember them.

He did, though, because Hermione had drilled them into his brain, stressing how important they were to the Bonding. “I, Harry James Potter, give of myself my body, my heart, and my life. I give these with love, with affection, and with the knowledge that this is until death. I promise to remain loyal, to temper your actions, and to care for your needs. I pledge myself Bound, from this moment until my last, to you.”

Draco whimpered, everything inside him crying out in joy at this, and repeated the words back, with a slight difference. “I, Draconis Aries Malfoy, give of myself my body, my heart, and my life. I give these with love, with affection, and with the knowledge that this is until death. I promise to protect you, to obey you, and to give you all I can. I pledge myself Bound, from this moment until my last, to you.”

The magic around them seemed to freeze as Draco pushed carefully forward, sliding into Harry. Harry’s whimper turned into a moan as Draco slid fully inside him. When Draco pulled back and slammed back in, Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head and he screamed with pleasure. Everything in them felt like it was on fire. Draco could feel everything Harry felt, and Harry felt everything Draco did. The echoing, double sensations drove them to move faster and harder and before they knew it both boys were sliding over the edge, towards oblivion.

In the aftermath Draco waved his hand weakly and cleaned them up, then moved to the side to keep from crushing Harry. Harry turned onto his side, with his back to Draco’s front, and squirmed backwards until he was flush against the Veela. Draco’s arm went around Harry’s waist and he buried his face in Harry’s hair.

“You can go back to your dorm if you want…” Draco murmured, even as he tightened his grip on Harry.

“I’ll stay.” He said with a smile, snuggling back against the Slytherin. “I’ll stay.”

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I know you're losing sleep over me
I know you'll relive every moment
Below sheets where dreams are made

I know you'll cover your eyes
I know you'll quiver when fingers touch your side
But it all coincides some way.

Move a little closer
Hold me tighter
I'll stay if you're gonna keep me in line (in line)
Don't want it to be over;
Move
Move slower
I'll stay if you're gonna keep me in line (in line)

I know everything reminds you of me
Even the songs you thought I'd never sing
I know you'll mess up your hair
I know you'll do things you would never dare
But it all coincides in some way

Move a little closer
Hold me tighter
I'll stay if you're gonna keep me in line (in line)
Don't want it to be over;
Move
Move slower
I'll stay if you're gonna keep me in line

Now we're here, with the lights turned low
I won't regret anything we do
It’s up to you
Now make your move

Move a little closer
Hold me tighter
I'll stay if you're gonna keep me in line (in line)
Don't want it to be over;
Move
Move slower
I'll stay if you're gonna keep me;

So keep me
In line

Repeat X3
Move a little closer
(Keep me in line)

I’ll stay, I’ll stay
Oh oh, oh

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A/N: Well…what did you think? The end was a little choppier than I would have liked, but…well, I’m out of practice, lol. Sorry! Hope you liked it anyway and please remember to go the extra three inches to review! Oh…and in case you didn’t get it, the song would be from Harry’s point of view. ~ FA