FAMILY TIES

Chapter Nine


Over the next several weeks, Harry got accustomed to his rigorous schedule. Unfortunately for Gryffindor, Harry had pulled himself from the quidditch team, thinking his added agility on the broom and his keener eyesight was a disadvantage to the other teams. Not to mention when he looked at Draco on a broom, he grew rock hard watching him ride. He drank twice a week from his donors to help the hunger for his mate.

His classes still included Care of Magical Creatures; Transfiguration; History of Magic; and Charms from the Hogwarts curriculum. Instead of Divination he now had lessons on Ancient Runes. On top of the regular Hogwarts lessons, he also takes Ancient Magic; Denomic Science; Elven languages; Elemental Magic; as well as he daily weaponry training. It kept him busy.

There were a few altercations with Draco and his goon squad, with both of them walking away without hexes or curses thrown. It was nerve racking to some of the students, as they wondered when all that held in tension would finally snap. They would have been surprised if they were able to read their thoughts. Harry walked away even more determined to have Draco, and Draco left with more images to fuel his night time dreams . . . most of them with the two of them locked in a passionate embrace. Harry knew Draco was warming up to him by the way the blonde’s eyes would linger on him, or the way he would look at Harry’s lips when he was licking them.


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It was time for sword practice and Harry stealthily snuck his way into the forbidden forest. He was surprised to see Ash standing there waiting for him, as he hadn’t seen the elf since the morning he left his bed. He never knew who would be instructing him the nights he met at the clearing in the forest. Most of them were his family, each with their own style and techniques to learn from.

“Ash. So good to see you,” Harry smiled hugging his close.

“You too, Raven,” Ash grinned, kissing the side of Harry’s neck. “You know we have company right?” He quietly asked by his ear.

“Yes, that’s Draco . . . my mate,” Harry whispered.

“Yes. I had heard you found your mate,” Ash whispered back. “Have you tasted him yet?” He grinned.

“No. But soon,” Harry confidently said, slipping his coat off for Draco to see the sword sheathed at his back. He turned his back to Draco as he unstrapped the sword then pulled his shirt over his head, then finally took his glamour off his ears.

“Tempting Raven,” Ash said taking in all that naked skin before his eyes. “Does he know?”

“Now he does,” Harry smirked, facing Ash more as he raised his sword.

Draco crouched down closer to the ground, watching the obvious two friends reunite. There was a familiarity to their embrace that made him wonder more about the boy wonder. His eyes stayed riveted to Harry in surprise when he saw the sword at his back, then the bare skin when the T-shirt was removed. He noticed the faint scars on the back, the tattooed arm band . . . then held back a gasp as, when Harry turned, he saw the pointed ears and the longer hair.

The sound of metal on metal filled the clearing as the two of them moved through their lesson. Draco sat transfixed as the blonde elf maneuvered behind Harry, the sword edge against Harry’s arched neck. He then heard a low moan as Harry closed his eyes, the elf named Ash nibbling his neck, his swordless hand gliding up the toned chest to pinch a nipple.

Harry waited until Ash loosened his hold on his sword, and wedged his foot back behind Ash’s leg, unable to hold back a moan when a hardness was pushing against his backside. To Ash’s surprise, his sword was knocked out of his hand, and Harry was straddling his thighs and holding his arms down.

“Give Ash?” Harry huskily asked, grinding his cock against Ash’s, his lips close to the blonde’s ear. He was incredibly hard, with no release from his mate, the willing body beneath him, and Draco watching them.

Ash flipped Harry on his back. “What would you like me to give you?” Ash softly asked. “Do you want me to ravish you . . . taste you? You feel so hard Raven,” he added thrusting his hips forward.

“Gods . . . yes,” Harry moaned as he let go his sword to pull Ash’s hips down on him.

Draco wanted to stop watching the two of them as their hands and mouths were all over each other, but couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away. Harry’s moans were music to his ears, and he wanted to see Harry’s face when he came . . . wishing he was the one to cause it. His hand strayed to his own erection, rubbing against the jean-covered hardness. He watched the frantic movements of the blonde on top of Harry and knew that he came by the tenseness of his body. Harry was soon arching his back as the other elf shifted down, undoing Harry’s jeans as he moved.

“Merlin. Ash,” Harry moaned as he thrust up into Ash’s mouth. “More . . . please,” he begged.

Draco came, hoping his own moan wasn’t heard as Harry cried out Ash’s name as he thrust his cock deep, spilling his seed down Ash’s eager throat. He did a quick, quiet ‘scourgify’ spell on himself, then watched as the two elves straightened their clothes, shared a soft kiss, then picked up their swords again.

Harry knew the minute that Draco left his hiding place to go back to the school, then smiled to himself when remembering the soft moan that came from Draco when he came.

“Pretty satisfied with yourself, aren’t you?” Ash teased, also remembering the throaty moan coming from the bushes.

“Yes. Very,” Harry smugly said, then raised his sword in a defensive position for the lessons to continue.

The next morning, the first class for Harry was Potions with Snape. He knew that he was being watched by Snape and knew he couldn’t find fault in his preparing and brewing the potion. Over the summer he had Blaise and Raina instruct him on potions, enabling him to understand the whole process a bit more easily. He wanted to prove to Snape . . . to his brother that he was worth knowing.

Harry smirked to himself when he was told to partner with Draco by Snape, probably thinking that he would be able to take house points away from him for fighting. He sat down with no arguments, getting their potion ingredients laid out. He began to slice the dragon weed finely while Draco got the cauldron ready.

“I know your secret Potter,” Draco quietly said as he leaned closer to Harry.

“And what secret is that Malfoy?” Harry smirked.

“That you’re gay,” Draco said.

“Most people know that,” Harry grinned.

“Do most people know that you’re an elf,” Draco whispered, then smiled when Harry stilled his knife. “What if ‘He’ found out about that?”

“‘He’ already knows Malfoy,” Harry said looking at Draco. “That almost sounded like concern for me,” he teased.

“My father never mentioned it,” Draco quietly said, avoiding the tease.

“Does your father always tell you everything that Voldie does?”

“No,” Draco replied, “and I don’t really care what he does,” he added softly then picked up his own knife to prepare the ingredients.

“Want to talk about it?” Harry asked.

“No, Potter I don’t,” Draco glared over at him. “You can’t be the savior to everyone,” he replied harshly, then flinched back when his knife sliced part of his finger.

Harry faced Draco and gently grasped his hand in his. He brought the bleeding finger to his lips, then brushed his tongue over the cut, closing his eyes at the sweetness of his mate’s blood. He opened his lips to let the finger slip in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the finger, not breaking Draco’s gaze.

“Potter,” Draco whimpered, trying to pull his finger back after.

Harry withdrew his lips from the wet finger. “Anytime you want to talk, I’m here for you,” he said, then placed a gentle kiss to the place where the cut used to be.

Meanwhile Severus sat behind the desk, grading papers from his other classes. He had looked up to see that Harry and Draco were working quite well together, and then saw a pained look come across his godson’s face. He knew that Draco’s loyalties were shifting and hoped he chose the right path. He was more than surprised when Harry had started to lick Draco’s cut finger, then kiss it tenderly, while Draco let him. Unexpected, but gave him hope.

At the start of the term he had thought that Harry was going to be even more of a pain in the arse. His elven heritage was no surprise to him, as he knew that Lily was an elf and a princess. He thought Harry would be even more insufferable, but then saw the new determination in training, and the improvements in his classes. He had been invited to sit in on some of Harry’s elven classes and weaponry training, and was amazed at the growing skill Harry had with the sword and the bow and arrow. He grudgedly admitted to himself that Harry was nothing like James and was a much better person . . . although he would never admit that. He often found himself wondering why Harry wore a double glamour. He knew of the one covering his ears, but couldn’t place what the other would be hiding.


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