Beautiful Dragon

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. If I did I'd chain a few to my bed but they are NOT mine. I'm not making any money from this at all. It's just for fun until the ideas get washed out of my brain.

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"You don't always have to be such a jerk, mio Drago." Amadeo said sounding slightly hurt. "Or am I no longer worthy of you? I know it's been a long time since we've seen each other, but for a while there, I thought you actually cared for me as I care for you. Was I wrong? Have you decided to renounce our bond?" He finished with a sad look in his silver eyes. It truly had been a long time. Two weeks during the summer holiday was not enough of Draco to satisfy the now seventeen year old wizard. He would have stayed with his dragon all summer if he had not promised his mother he would go back home to Italy and the vineyard for a while to visit with family. It was now the first weekend since Amadeo had transferred to Hogwarts for his final term and he felt that his dragon was giving up on them.

"Amadeo, I'm not renouncing you, or our bond. I'm just not having an excellent week, okay?" Draco said not looking at his mate. "I care for you deeply, but I do think we have reason to hide our relationship. There's no telling what your friend's, if that is what you call them, would say about it if they found out we were both out and about snogging in the hallways, yeah?" ‘Especially that Potter, and Weasley too for that matter.’ He thought. They were two of the most narrow minded twats Draco had ever met. Granger wasn’t a problem in the least, she already knew and was delighted that Draco would finally have someone at Hogwarts to care for him, besides her and Blaise, of course. Despite what people thought, and his own verbal assaults, Draco thought quite highly of Hermione. She had been, like he himself, in the library for most of their time at Hogwarts and the pair quickly became friends. Though they swore to keep the game up whenever her two friends and Draco’s ‘cronies’ were in the vicinity.

Amadeo grabbed Draco’s face in his hands and forced his dragon to look him in the eye. Silver eyes staring into gray ones.

“I don’t care what they think. So I’m dating the Slytherin Prince, who gives a flying cunt?” He said, inches from Draco’s face. “Mio Drago, I want to be with you. I just hope you want it too.”

Draco just gazed into the boys eyes for what seemed like forever. He looked around to see if anyone was watching them. The library was empty, with the exception of Madam Pince who was busy prowling the restricted section to make sure all the books were there. When he saw that he and Amadeo were thoroughly alone he pushed the platinum haired boy into one of the shelves, pressing their bodies close. “If you want us to go public about this, I’ll do it, just don’t expect me to be nice to Potter and Weasley if they say anything about it that strikes me as offensive.”

Amadeo stared at his dragon not believing his ears. He never gave in this easily. Draco’s gray eyes were serious and honest, they were also darker, filled with a lust Amadeo hadn’t seen since the beginning of the summer holidays. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to do this because you feel you have to.” He said softly in Draco’s ear which sent a shiver through the Slytherin’s body.

Draco kissed the boy softly, just barely brushing his lips and looked back into the silver eyes he’d missed so much while his beloved was in his villa in Italy over the summer. “I’m positive, my love. How could I ever refuse you something that is so easily given? I would like nothing more than to shout it from the Astronomy tower that I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, am madly in love with the Gryffindor God, Amadeus Callisto Ramsey.” He said seriously, still gazing deeply in to his eyes.

He never got to see his Amadeo when he was at school, not since Amadeo’s mother insisted that he go to a separate school because of his ‘condition’. They sufficed with holidays and summers, using international portkeys that usually made both of them nauseous. They had their own way of contacting one another; mirrors that they had charmed in their second year.

Amadeo smiled and pulled his dragon closer to him. He kissed Draco, softly at first, brushing his tongue lightly over the Slytherin’s pale pink lips seeking entrance. Draco parted his lips to let in his lover’s tongue. Draco let Amadeo map his mouth long enough to coax him further back into the row of books to keep them hidden from Madam Pince. After he had walked Amadeo into the darkness provided by the shelves Draco broke away from the kiss.

Amadeo was pouting at the loss of his dragon’s unique taste. Suddenly Draco shoved him into the back shelf, kissing him forcefully. Their tongues battled for dominance of one another. The boy had his hand wrapped around Draco’s neck, playing with his short white blonde hair. His other arm was wrapped around his dragon’s waist, keeping their hips pressed together. Draco unbuttoned the Gryffindor’s shirt and with one hand he felt Amadeo’s smooth washboard abs, his pale skin was nearly glowing from the lamp light, his other hand was tangled in Amadeo’s long silvery white hair. He bit Amadeo’s lower lip which elicited a soft moan from his Gryffindor.

Draco smirked remembering everything that drove his lover crazy with desire. He nipped at Amadeo’s neck lightly and moved his tongue up to the boy’s ear lobe. He took the opportunity to whisper in his Gryffindor God’s ear.

“Damn your veela blood, Koibito.” He whispered sensually. “I can never resist you.” He bit Amadeo’s ear lobe sharply making his lover yelp slightly, before Draco licked and nipped his way down his Koi’s neck again.

Amadeo bit his lip before saying, “That’s your excuse, mio Drago. Mine is simple. I love you and you’re just too damn sexy to say no to.” His silver eyes were reflective with lust. At the curve of his koibito’s neck Draco bit down hard, causing Amadeo to groan loudly in appreciation. Draco was slowly working his way down his koi’s chest, pausing to tweak the Gryffindor’s pale pink nipples until they were rosy and stiff. Again the ‘Slytherin Sex God’, as he was often called by his peers, continued licking and biting his koi’s chest and abs. He was kneeling on the floor to unbuckled the boy’s belt and then moved on to relieving him of his tenting pants.

He traced Amadeo’s pelvic bone with his tongue slowly before sliding his hand down his koibito’s black silk boxers to grasp his erect cock. Amadeo had already been thrusting his hips for contact while Draco was focusing on absorbing the taste, texture, and scent of his koi’s heated skin. When Draco took hold of Amadeo’s penis, the half veela gasped and started pumping into his dragon’s circled hand, holding on to a shelf on the bookcase to keep himself steadied. He was whimpering and panting from the contact though he was still confined within his boxers. Draco noticed this and with one swift movement of his free right hand he stripped Amadeo from the silken material. A minute longer and Draco removed his left hand from his koibito’s cock. He looked up to see his lover’s reflective eyes, now shadowed more than ever in unabashed love and lust. Draco smirked up at his beautiful lover and then he held Amadeo’s large cock in his right hand and commenced to licking the drop of pre come off his tip. Amadeo moaned at this, looking down at his dragon, who was so focused on pleasing him at the moment, he noticed Draco’s pants had gotten almost uncomfortably tight, his hard cock pressing against the fabric. He moaned loudly again as Draco put the head of his penis in his mouth slowly, lavishing it with his warm slick tongue. Amadeo controlled the urge to thrust hard into his dragon’s mouth. He didn’t want to hurt Draco, no, he’d never hurt his mate.

Now Draco stuck what he could of his koibito’s entire organ in his mouth and cupped Amadeo’s balls, fondling them gently. Amadeo was moaning very loudly now, indeed. He couldn’t control the volume of his voice any longer as Draco withdrew his cock from his hot wet mouth and stuck two fingers in it’s place. Draco lubricated his fingers well and went back to sucking Amadeo’s throbbing cock. He traced one finger over the cleft in his lover’s toned arse, gently sweeping over the puckering hole, which tried to cling to Draco’s finger as if of it’s own accord. Amadeo panted and gasped and whimpered at Draco’s actions.

Draco, ignoring his own painfully tightened pants, plunged a finger into his lover’s heated hole. Amadeo groaned as Draco went directly for his prostate. The Slytherin pulled his finger out slowly and the plunged another in alongside the first, he hit his koi’s prostate again creating an almost animalistic growl from the Italian as he did so. He curved his fingers and proceeded to brush Amadeo’s prostate listening to his koi’s moans and pants, which were rising in volume, telling Draco that his love was going to come hard at any moment. He pulled his fingers out slowly, still sucking Amadeo’s cock relentlessly, lavishing it with is tongue. As soon as Amadeo’s body started to tense up, Draco plunged his fingers into his lover, skillfully hitting his prostate, causing Amadeo to go completely rigid before exploding his release into Draco’s mouth. Draco looked up into Amadeo’s eyes, watching his expression as he swallowed every drop of the half veela’s come. He removed his fingers as he took his Koibito’s cock out of his mouth.

Amadeo was panting still, as was Draco. It was then that they heard the distinct mewing of a cat. Draco turned to see Mrs. Noris, Filtch’s cat.

“Koibito, get dressed.” Draco said attempting to adjust his erection so he could stand without it being too obvious.

“What? Mio Drago, what’s the matter?” Amadeo asked as Draco finished a cleansing spell. He put on his boxers and pants anyway because he knew his dragon was concerned about something.

“Filtch, the caretaker, he’s coming.” Draco explained trying to help his Koibito find his shirt. He saw it on one of the shelves and went to retrieve it.

As Amadeo started to put his shirt on he looked worried. “Will we be in a lot of trouble for being here?” He asked.

“Oh, yes. Yes, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Ramsey. I think this means you’re going to be in terrible trouble.” They heard a reedy voice bark from the other end of the bookshelf. It was Argus Filtch, petting his demented looking cat, Mrs. Noris. He was eyeing the boys angrily, but at the same time he was pleased. “I think we’ll pay a visit to Professor Snape.”

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