A/N: I wasn't going to write another chapter but then I thought, what the hell, it's not like I have anything else to do! I have another chapter planned that will be a bit angst-y. This one is a bit sappy. It's my first Fanfiction so I'm not really sure what I'm doing! Tell me if you like it!
Also I have no idea how to edit chapters on Fanfiction, can someone tell me how to do that? It let me edit the first chapter but not this one.
This is not beta-d
Disclaimer: Harry potter is so not mine.
When Harry woke up the next morning it was to a very warm Draco wrapped around his entire body. Somehow Harry's hands had ended up tangled in Draco's hair and Draco's legs had entwined with Harry's. Gazing down at Draco, Harry realised how angelic his face was. It was almost pretty really. He almost couldn't resist lifting his finger to feel the soft smoothness of Draco's plump bottom lip. He did so now and felt a warm shiver run through his entire body.
Yet he had to move, as well as having a rather insistent morning wood he also desperately needed to pee. He slowly slid out from under Draco's grasp, trying not to wake him, suddenly Draco clutched him back in the secure fold of his arms. Harry huffed in something very close to affection, not that he knew it, and attempted to smooth the sleeping Veela into letting him go. He kissed his lips gently, and ran his hand through his hair. Draco didn't wake but he did relax his muscles enough so that Harry could escape and move to the en-suite bathroom. He locked the door and quickly performed his morning toilette. He thought he might as well shower here too. After all, he had been sleeping with Draco for months, was it that weird to use his shower? Not really.
When he emerged he wrapped a large fluffy towel around him, which he got from a warm radiator.
If he expected to see a still sleeping Draco when he left the bathroom then he was wrong.
Sitting there on the bed, rocking back and forth was Draco, his head in his hands, shaking.
"Draco?" Harry questioned. He had never seen him like this and it unnerved him.
Draco's head shot up and he stared in shock at Harry. Harry could see tear tracks running down his cheeks.
All of a sudden Draco flew at him and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and buried his face into Harry's neck, inhaling deeply. He said nothing, just stood there, clutching Harry to him. Harry hesitantly returned the embrace, wrapping his arms against Draco's back and leaning his lips on the top of Draco's head.
"Draco?"
"I thought you had left" He whispered, eyes closed, dreading a rejection. Merlin knows he had had enough of those from Harry already. Another would kill him.
Harry thought about his answer, and the twisted feeling in his stomach and the new, delicate affection he seemed to possess for Draco.
"Left? Of course not." He pressed a gentle kiss to Draco's head. "You haven't fed me breakfast yet"
It worked, Draco laughed and loosened his hold on Harry, dragging him to the kitchen, presumably.
Harry had to admit that he rather liked Draco's laugh.
"Wait, wait, wait" Harry said, "We need to talk first"
Draco turned round and looked up at Harry.
"Come on" Harry led him to the bed where he sat down and pulled Draco down with him.
He looked excited and a tad amused.
"Not like that! Talk!" Harry admonished but he allowed Draco to take his hand and play with it when they were both leaning against the headboard.
"Things have changed after last night, haven't they?" Draco asked.
"I didn't know this…wasn't working" Harry said instead. He was so shamed that he had driven Draco so low. After just one night of sleeping in the same bed and pretty brilliant sex, Draco already looked healthier. There was colour to his cheeks that hadn't existed for weeks and something new and bright in his eyes. His wings, which had remained out, were shiny and stunning – glowing with new life.
"It's okay. You didn't ask for this. You shouldn't have to be saddled with me as your life mate." Draco told him, not meeting his eyes.
"You didn't ask for a mate like me either." Harry told him gently.
Draco squirmed a bit and Harry had the feeling he was desperately holding something back.
"Did you…was it…good for you, last night?" He asked, blushing profusely. "I-I mean, you liked it, right?"
Harry wanted to laugh, but this clearly mattered to Draco, perhaps it had something to do with Veela needing to please their mates. He wanted to know if he had pleased Harry.
"Mmmm" Harry said as he lent forward and allowed his nose to drift along Draco's neck. "It was good" he whispered and Draco shivered. "I might even want to do it again" He felt Draco stiffen and saw his hands clench into fists. "Maybe once a fortnight" – he pressed a small kiss to Draco's shoulder – "Or once a week" – another kiss, longer this time – "Or once a day"
He heard Draco moan with pure neediness and longing. Then Draco pulled and Harry landed in his lap, his towel spread, his bare arse on Draco's thighs.
Draco pulled him down for a kiss and Harry didn't resist. He found that what they had before, when Harry had been an unwilling assistant paled in comparison the simple kiss they shared now.
It burned him from the inside and made him want more. He rubbed his arse against Draco's bare thighs. Draco moaned and began to softly thrust his hips, allowing their hard cocks to rub against one another. Harry gasped at the sensation, and wrapped a hand around both of their cocks, rubbing up and down.
Draco stopped the kiss, flung his head back and cried out, pushing faster, his hands on Harry's arse.
All of a sudden, Harry's stomach growled the loudest it had in his entire life and he flushed with embarrassment. Draco lifted his head and stared at him with lust drunk eyes.
"No, stop – I – you're…" Harry stopped moving but stayed in Draco's lap, breathing heavily.
"What's – pant – wrong?"
"You're hungry, have to feed you" Draco mumbled against Harry's chest where his head had fallen. He hands rubbed up and down Harry's back.
"Are you serious?" Harry laughed, thinking this might be a joke. Why would Draco stop this for food?
But Harry was not laughing thirty seconds later when Draco lifted him, and he automatically wrapped his legs around Draco's waist to stop from falling. At this point his towel gave up and dropped to the floor.
"Mmm, gonna feed you, provide, because I can" Draco said.
Harry realised then that this probably had more to do with his Veela instincts than anything else. He was trying to prove he could be a good mate.
"Okay, okay! But at least let me walk." Harry said, "And we need to put clothes on! If you think I'm walking around here butt naked where your mother could see us you're crazy"
Draco laughed and put him down. They dressed and walked out of the room. As they did, Draco grabbed Harry's hand and looked up at him from underneath his lashes. Asking if this was okay. After all it was one thing to have contact while they were having sex, but this hinted at emotional intimacy, at a…relationship. Harry firmly wrapped his hands around Draco's and gave him a small smile. Draco beamed back and led Harry towards the kitchen.
