Duality
He knocked on the heavy door and waited.
A minute later it opened and Harry looked at him in surprise for a second before smiling.
"Draco? What are you doing here? We were supposed to meet in half an hour"
Draco barely paid any attention to the words leaving the tempting lips. He was too busy appraising the half-naked body in front of him. He felt his heart picking up its pace and he felt grateful for the loose tunic he had to wear.
"Draco?" the wizard put a hand on his arm and he looked at those emerald eyes. Acting on a whim he suddenly pulled the wizard to himself and brought his lips crashing down on his. A second passed before the wizard returned the kiss eagerly and moaned against his mouth.
Fire raced trough Draco's body and he took a better hold of the man in his arms before stepping into the door and then turning them inside the room so he could close it behind them.
He put the wizard between himself and the wall and pressed his body as close as possible and his arousal against a thigh that had found itself between his legs. His lips detached themselves from the hungry mouth that was devouring them and trailed over the smooth skin of the cheek, the jaw then down the neck that arched under them offering more of the wizard. He pressed even harder if it was possible against the body and nibbled the on the neck then sucked at the place making the wizard writhe against him and the hands that had found their way trough the layers of clothing to his back clench at his shoulders.
So responsive, he thought. He smirked against the neck as he began kissing downwards to a hard chest and flicked his tongue over a nipple producing a hard exhale that turned into another moan as he moved to the other nipple.
"Draco…" the wizard whispered huskily" Draco…your clothes…"
Licking slowly at the nipple one more time he pulled away with regret but didn't let go of the body in his arms even as he took a step back.
"I want you" he whispered in the wizard's ear.
The wizard chuckled, the sound caressing Draco's ears like velvet, and kissed the blonde on the lips quickly before removing himself from his grasp.
"You already have me Draco" he said smiling but a mischievous sparkle in his eyes was obvious to the other man.
"Then I want more of you"
The wizard laughed as he moved to his bed where his clothes were laid out.
"There is only one of me and I can only hope it's enough" the voice was soft but Draco detected the note of uncertainty in those last words and he quickly moved to the other again circling his waist with his arms.
"You're everything I want and then some. You are amazing Harry" he said and felt uncomfortable with the unfamiliar way of expressing himself. He wasn't used to having to reassure his lovers or to give declarations like that.
But then Harry turned and gave him such a smile that it made his discomfort worth it. There was no other like the man in his arms, he was sure. So pure, so natural and unrestrained yet knowledgeable, a true wonder of nature that had the ability to save and even if he didn't think the wizard had thought about it – the ability to take lives.
He returned the slow kiss that he was given but didn't push for more. He had what he wanted for now, he could wait for more.
He pulled away from the warm body and smiled in return.
"Get dressed" ha said and went to sit in a chair a little to the side so he could both watch and not be in the way.
And watch he did while he reminded himself that he was a Malfoy and that it would be unsuitable to jump the gorgeous man in front of him right before the celebration and make them both very late.
At last, when he had resorted to gripping the armrests of his chair, making sure the wizard wouldn't see, the dressed man turned to him with a grin and spreading his arms wide turned in a circle in place.
"What do you think?" he said as he ended up facing Draco again.
By then the blonde had managed to let go of the armrests and smiled.
"Stunning" he said thankful that his voice was steady.
He stepped over to the man who was straightening the sleeves of his dark blue shirt under the silver tunic Draco had ordered made for him. It had complicated embroidery in dark blue and the overall effect was to make the bright eyes and golden skin stand out giving him a slightly exotic look. A belt from the same blue cloth that the shirt was made off accented on the wizard's slim waist.
Harry had been a little uncomfortable with the expensive clothes at first but he had gradually, with a little help from Draco, accepted them as thanks from the Malfoys for his help.
The truth was that Lucius didn't even know about the clothes but Draco had felt the need to do something to for the wizard to feel more comfortable and even a better reason had been for him to make sure he'd wear them to the feast otherwise his other gift would be ruined.
He stepped behind Harry.
"Don't move" he whispered as he reached behind himself to remove a pouch from his belt. He took out what was inside it and carefully wrapped it around Harry's neck.
The wizard startled but held still and as soon as Draco's hands fell away he lifted his own to run over his neck.
Emerald eyes widening, he quickly moved to the mirror and gasped.
"Draco! What is this!" he said running trembling fingers over the precious stones that covered the wide choker on his neck. Part of them were colorless, diamonds, and the others were dark blue. The dark ones formed a figure in the middle of his neck – a dragon that twisted across it.
"Diamonds and sapphires" Draco said" Precious stones but not as precious as you Harry"
The wizard's mouth moved in silent words and Draco had to keep himself from going over to him and sealing his answer with a kiss.
"It's…its beautiful" he said finally turning to Draco with a hesitant smile.
The blonde exhaled and went to steal that kiss he'd wanted, relived. The wizard probably didn't know what this gift meant, or what it would tell the people that will be at the Feast.
Lucius turned his narrowed eyes away from his wife and her companion who were talking animatedly as she laughed and put a casual hand on Severus' arm as she reached for a drink from a tray that a quick red-haired servant girl had brought.
His eyes scanned the loud milling crowd and he nodded politely to one of the other Lords who came over and complemented him on a wonderful feast.
He made small talk then as soon as he could politely do so excused himself.
He caught a servant and made sure everyone was seated accordingly before he slipped away and into the gardens.
Passing a rose bush he viciously tore a bloom from it and threw it away. He could still hear the music and laughter of the guests from the feast so he walked on.
Narcissa had always known how to turn him from a man who many admired for his cool to a burning pit of anger. She was supposed to be by his side, greeting the guests but had instead taken off as soon as she'd seen that hawk-nosed grease ball.
He grinded his teeth and tore away another bloom. Her unfaithfulness was well known to him and in the six months she'd been ill he'd taken care of the two lovers of hers that he knew about. Reading her diary he'd found out who they were and then had personally hunted them down and killed them. It had felt good to do so but the thought of the third lover who she hadn't mentioned in her diary by name and taken special care not to leave clues as to his identity wouldn't let him rest. It was a good thing that he'd had the wizard to take his mind away from it while they played chess or simply talked – it let him pretend nothing was wrong and be genuinely happy about her return to health. The boy was so alive, so gentle and sincere. His handsome face had kept Lucius' thoughts away from the unknown third lover that had him stay awake late at night, wondering.
One look at Severus and Narcissa had been enough for him to know who this third man was.
What did his beautiful wife find in that beak-nosed hermit! His secret dream that her illness would make her turn away from the previous habits had proved a disappointment and proved to him that dreaming was not for a Malfoy, as his father had taught him.
He took in the silence around him; the aromatic blooms of the roses that should have made for a romantic feeling and snarled at them vowing to have them burnt the very next morning. He had taken long enough and even if he hadn't managed to abbey his anger he had to go back to the feast.
"Severus!"
He froze in place as he heard the near whisper.
"Don't worry he's inside and talking to those snails the other Lords" a husky voice followed.
Lucius saw red. The night became illuminated with the blood that pulsed behind his eyes and became crimson.
"Ah…" he heard his wife moan.
He stood staring at the corner that hid him from them.
"Severus" this time it was whimpered and he heard the rustle of his wife's dress.
Murder scorched his insides, engulfing him like blaze, and he snarled like a beast as he rounded the corner.
"Lucius!" his wife squeaked as she hurriedly pulled her dress down and Severus stepped back.
He didn't register the sound as he threw himself at the man. His fist connected with his jaw and heard a satisfying crack. Severus quickly overcame the shock and tried to push himself up from where he'd fallen but he didn't get the chance. The last thing he saw was the glint of Lucius' sword before his head rolled away, the eyes staying open but unseeing.
Narcissa screamed and took off holding her dress high. She managed to make no more then twenty steps before Lucius caught up with her and with one slash of the sword across her back brought her down.
She screamed again, a high sound that was over quickly, and her back arched as she stumbled and fell with a thud on the stone path. Her cheek hit the ground and bounced off, her platinum hair spilling around it like a halo.
She took a shuddering breath and tried to move but gasped and fell back down.
With his blade still out Lucius moved to stand above her. His lips were pulled back into a snarl, his hair tussled and a smear of blood was on his cheek.
Narcissa tried to focus on his face trough heavy eyelids.
"I loved you" she barely could hear the cold voice.
"I...I…" she coughed when dirt filled her mouth as she tried to talk.
She didn't see the graceful arch of the sword but her eyes flew open and she choked one last breath. A small sigh was her last sound as the little air that she had taken in left her.
Lucius pulled out of his dead wife and sheathed the bloody blade then turned around.
The sounds of the feast, laughter and music drifted over the still garden and the two bodies there.
People stared as the couple passed. No-one could fight the slight awe at the sight of the beauty that was accompanying the younger Malfoy.
The man was young and handsome didn't even begin to describe how he looked in his shimmering clothing but everyone's eyes diverted as soon as they reached the glittering choker on his neck to look at his companion with jealousy.
Their awe became stronger when they learned he was the wizard of the Five Creeks. Legends of his gift of magic had traveled far but they had been just that – legends, though faced with the man they couldn't help but think that only someone magical can hold beauty such as his.
Draco enjoyed the envy he saw in their eyes as they looked at his choker. He put a possessive arm around Harry's waist and smiled at the light blush that settled on the golden cheeks as people looked at them.
He noticed his father as he entered trough the garden door but soon lost him in the crowd. Looking back to the wizard he smirked. The question couldn't wait, he decided.
He leaned over and whispered in Harry's ear.
"Harry, there's something I need to do. Do you want to come with me or stay with Lord Falcet?"
Harry turned a little from his conversation with Lady Falcet.
"I think I'll leave you finish your work alone Draco. Come find me after you're done?"
With a little frown Draco nodded and stepped away.
At the doors he turned back to look at the wizard just in time to see him laugh at something the Lady had said. His eyes narrowed and he walked out with a determined step.