Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, phrases, or places associated with Harry Potter. I only own the Caelestis, as it was a product of my own mind. I am not, however, making any money from this endeavor.
A/N: Ah… the long awaited Chapter Seven! Thank you to all of my readers, especially those who reviewed!
~VII~
"Bloody fucking hell!"
Harry jerked awake and sat up, groaning as the sunlight assaulted his eyes. "Wha…? Draco?"
"Yeah. It's me." The blonde was facing away from the bed, aggravation and embarrassment rolling off of him in palpable waves. "You should really try wearing clothes to bed. Especially in a glass room."
Harry blushed brilliantly, scrambling frantically to cover himself with the sheet. In his frenzy to preserve what little modesty he had left, he knocked Severus, quite rudely, off of the bed.
"Ugh… damn it. What on earth did I do to deserve that?" the man grumbled, picking himself up off the floor.
"Good morning, Sev," Draco said, still refusing to turn around.
Severus' eyes widened and he sat heavily on the bed. "Good morning, Draco. Did you sleep well?"
"Oh, great, thanks for asking," Draco replied snidely, "Probably won't tonight, though, seeing as I'll be having nightmares about your naked bum!"
"I think it's a rather nice bum…" Harry commented.
"You shut up," Draco snapped, "Because I've just seen more of you than the Gods would ever have intended!"
This effectively silenced the boy and any further smart comments.
"Come now, Draco. What did you expect to find, barging out here unannounced?" Severus asked.
"Two clothed adults! Or at the very least covered up!" Draco exclaimed.
"Tell me… what do you think we spent all night doing?" Severus said skeptically.
"I prefer to imagine you two spend all of your time drinking tea, playing chess, and discussing politics, thank you very much," Draco retorted, sounding very much like a petulant child.
"Well then, we were a bit too exhausted after a rather- rough round of 'chess' to think about such things as covering ourselves up," Severus said, smirking.
"Oh- Gods, did you have to- ugh! Just- get dressed and… I'll be- not here…" Draco said, hurrying out of the room.
Harry laughed. "I think you may have scarred him for life."
"It would serve him right," Severus chuckled, "The child needs to learn the importance of knocking."
"You know…" Harry said, leaning toward the man and eyeing his impressive case of morning wood, "It'd be a shame to let all that go to waste…"
Severus smirked. "You are an insatiable brat."
"You know you like it," he quipped, drawing him into a kiss.
"Indeed… I find that I like it very much," Severus said, kissing his nose lightly, "But we haven't the time for that, I'm afraid. If we keep Draco waiting too long, he'll skin us both."
"I think we can take him…" Harry said, casting locking and silencing spells on the room.
He moved so that he was straddling the man's lap and thrust his hips forward, rubbing their erections together.
"Merlin, Harry! You're going to be the death of me," Severus gasped.
"Yes… and what a way to go," Harry said, grinning and thrusting again, eliciting moans from them both.
He leaned forward and attacked Severus' shoulder, neck, and ear with his mouth, sucking, licking, biting, and kissing every centimeter of skin he could get to. He continued thrusting, pressing and rubbing their cocks together, moaning and gasping against the man's neck. Severus was groaning loudly, obviously enjoying all of the attention, and the sounds spurred Harry on, faster and faster. Several minutes later, Harry came, biting Severus' shoulder as he did and forcing the other man over, as well.
Harry took the spells down and summoned his clothes from the previous day, grinning in a manner that he knew was probably rather silly. But… what a way to start the day! Severus, too, summoned clothing and, after they'd cleaned themselves, they dressed and met Draco in the kitchen.
"Did you have a nice game of chess?" Draco asked, grinning.
"Lovely, thank you," Harry replied.
Draco got his first good look at Severus and gasped. "What the hell happened to you?!"
Harry laughed. "I suppose you did only see his backside earlier…"
"Shall we just call it a perk of being the mate of a Caelestis?" Severus said.
"I sort of… we- er… fulfilled the second requirement of the bonding process?" Harry said uncertainly.
Draco blinked owlishly. "Really?" His face split into a grin slightly reminiscent of the Cheshire cat. "That's great!"
"You only think so because now I won't make feed from you and make you constantly question your sexual preferences," Harry said, smirking.
"I've never questioned my sexuality!" Draco defended.
Severus laughed at their antics. "Regardless, that distinct pleasure in mine, now."
Harry smiled at the man.
"So, what's for breakfast?" Draco said, obviously in a much better mood.
"I'll cook, if you don't mind, Severus," Harry said.
The man looked surprised. "You can cook?"
He nodded. "Quite well, actually. Vernon had me helping Aunt Petunia since I was about five or six years old. And I've been cooking on my own since I was old enough to reach the cabinets and lift a frying pan."
"By all means…" Severus said, truly curious about the boy's kitchen prowess.
"What would you like?" Harry asked, rummaging through the cupboards and the refrigerator, "I can make… eggs, hash browns, and French toast, pancakes, or waffles, it looks like. No meat of course. We can't eat it, after all."
"Waffles," Draco replied immediately, "But only if there are strawberries and whipped cream."
"Strawberries, yes… whipped cream, no. But- I've got the ingredients and the utensils, so I can make some!" Harry said.
"No, that'd be too much trouble," Draco said, looking a bit like a kicked puppy.
Harry laughed. "It's no trouble. It's actually fairly simple." He smiled brightly. "And I enjoy cooking. Particularly for people who appreciate it."
The blonde perked up considerably. "Really? Well, if it's no trouble…"
"If you two want to go do something else while I cook, that's fine," Harry said, setting out all of his supplies, "You don't have to keep me company."
They exchanged a look. "No…" Draco said, "We'll stay here."
"Suit yourself. But it's going to be rather boring for you," Harry said, picking up the apron and putting it on.
Ten minutes later had Draco and Severus anything but bored. Watching Harry cook was like watching a complicated, well-choreographed dance. His hands moved with a practiced ease while he moved from one thing to another with a fluid grace. Fast paced and precise, each action seemed to have been carefully calculated in a split second. He did many things all at once; whip this, stir that, flip, slice, set the table… all by hand. That may have been what enthralled them most. He did all of it without using one bit of magic. Even when Severus cooked, he used magic in order to do more than one thing at a time.
Within thirty minutes or so, Harry had made them a breakfast of waffles, hash browns, several types of eggs, from sunny-side up, to scrambled, to vegetable omelets with tomatoes, onions, and peppers. He'd set the table for three, filling glasses with juice, had made a fresh pot of coffee, also sitting on the table, had sliced strawberries in a bowl, made whipped cream, and had set out sugar, cream, syrup, and butter.
He wiped his hands on his apron. "Well? Have a seat and help yourself. And don't worry about leftovers. I- went a bit overboard, I know." He laughed. "I guess I'm so used to cooking for my overweight relatives that I just- made as much as I normally would. Whatever we don't eat, I can save for lunch or breakfast tomorrow."
They took their seats and, after a moment of wondering where to begin, dug in. Harry took great pleasure in watching their faces as they ate, obviously enjoying it. He smiled, taking a small omelet and some strawberries for himself. Surprisingly, or not, depending on how well you knew him, Draco ate the most. There was still plenty left to save, though, and Harry placed everything in Tupperware before putting it in the fridge.
"Brenna must have muggle relatives or something," Harry said, "I haven't seen many witches and wizards who have a refrigerator, an oven, and a microwave."
"Hey, let me help with that," Draco said, standing and clearing the table with a flick of his wrist, levitating the dirty dishes to the sink.
Harry smiled at him. "Thanks."
"Not a problem. After a meal like that, even I feel compelled to help," Draco said as he set the dishes to washing themselves.
"Was it good, then?" Harry asked.
"Fantastic! I think you may be a better cook than Sev," Draco said enthusiastically.
Harry blushed. "I doubt that very much."
"Don't," Severus said, coming up behind the boy and wrapping his arms around him, "That was the best food I've tasted in a very long time. And watching you prepare it was not at all 'boring'."
He laughed. "Are you trying to tell me that you had fun watching me cook?"
"That's exactly what I'm telling you," Severus replied.
"It was amazing! Like a dance or something," Draco stated, "Sev can't even cook that much, that fast, without using magic."
"And you looked absolutely adorable in that apron…" Severus whispered into his ear.
"Yes, well don't think that I'm going to be your little housewife or anything," Harry said, blushing.
Draco grinned. "Are you saying you won't cook for us again?"
"Not every day," Harry replied.
"Understandable," Severus said.
"So, what's the plan for the day?" Harry asked.
"I thought we'd go into town and buy you some clothes," Severus replied, "Eat lunch, then come back here. Perhaps spend some time on the beach."
"Shopping? Sounds good to me! When do we leave?" Draco exclaimed excitedly.
Harry looked at him with a strange mixture of amusement and confusion. "Are you sure you're not gat? One hundred percent? You're not even bisexual?"
"I'm positive," Draco said, rolling his eyes.
"How is that possible?" Harry said, laughing, "You take all the laws of straight men and just toss them out the window! You defy the laws of nature!"
Draco smirked. "I'm allowed to."
"And why is that?" Harry asked.
"Because I'm pretty," the blonde retorted.
Harry shrugged. "At least you didn't say because you're a Malfoy. I might've had to hurt you."
"As if you could. You like me too much to hurt me," Draco said smugly.
"Alright, boys, that's enough," Severus chuckled, "Are you two ready to go into town?"
They nodded enthusiastically, following Severus out of the house.
"How are we getting there? Obviously, we're not using the floo, so…" Harry trailed off when he spotted the sleek, black car in the driveway.
"A car?" Draco said disbelievingly, "You can drive, Sev?"
"My father was a muggle, so yes I can drive," Severus replied.
"Shotgun!" Harry exclaimed brightly, racing to the vehicle.
"What the bloody hell is shotgun?" Draco asked, following him.
"It means I get front seat," Harry said, grinning.
"I don't think so, Potter! Sev's my Godfather so I get to ride in front," Draco said, smirking a bit.
Harry gave him a crooked smile. "Yes, but he's my mate and I'm shagging him. Can you top that?"
Draco grimaced. "I'll ride in the back."
"I thought so," he said, laughing.
The drive into Naples was gorgeous. Harry spent the entire time practically hanging out of the window, exclaiming excitedly over the scenery and various things that they passed. He'd never been outside of Surrey, London, and Hogwarts, so this kind of place was completely new to him. Draco, being the son of a very wealthy and aristocratic family, traveled frequently and Severus traveled for business and to gather rare potions ingredients. However, with Harry there 'ooh-ing' and 'ah-ing' over the smallest things, they found the zeal to be infectious, and felt a bit like it was their first time, as well.
When they entered the large city, the rapture on Harry's face made them smirk. They parked the car somewhere in the city, Harry had no idea where, but figured Severus knew what he was doing, and set off on foot. After a few minutes of walking, Harry sighed.
"Where are we going?"
"To get you some clothes," Severus replied.
"Shouldn't we visit some kind of- bank, first? I don't have any money with me," Harry said.
"Don't worry about it," Draco said, grinning, "I'll pay."
"With what? I doubt they take… our kind of money," Harry said.
"With plastic, of course," Draco stated as if it was the most natural thing in the world, "I happen to have these beautiful little things called credit cards. With no limits. Sometimes it pays to be a Malfoy."
"Well… I can pay you back," Harry said, a bit uncomfortable at the idea of somebody else buying him things.
"I know you can," the blonde said, "But I won't let you. Think of it as me making up for six years of missed birthdays and Christmases."
Harry didn't protest, knowing that it would get him nowhere. "So… where are we going?"
"I thought we should first visit the Piazza dei Martiri," Severus said, "They have a good selection of clothing stores there."
"Oh, good choice!" Draco said, turning to Harry, "You'll love this! I swear, it's like my own personal heaven."
Harry raised an eyebrow at that. If it involved shopping and Draco liked it- which meant that it was expensive shopping- he doubted that he would love it.
"Stick close, you two," Severus said, "While Naples is very beautiful, it is also very dangerous."
Harry looked at the man incredulously. "Honestly, Severus, if I can fight off a Dark Lord, I'm pretty sure I can handle pick-pockets."
Severus shook his head. "I was referring to the Camorra."
"The what?" Harry asked.
"It's… sort of like Naples' version of the mafia," Draco answered.
"Oh… okay…" Harry said, deciding that it wouldn't hurt to do as his mate said for once.
He had no idea how long they walked as he was quite distracted by the many sights and sounds around him, both foreign and enthralling, before they reached their destination. He looked around and groaned when he saw that he was surrounded by stores like Versace, Armani, Gucci, and Prada. He silently damned them both for dragging him here.
Before he could say anything, though, Draco was pulling him by his arm toward one of the many, many stores. An hour later, Harry was absolutely fed up with the blonde. He had been dragged into every "elegant, high-class" department store he could stomach, made to try on all sorts of silly garments, parading around like Draco's personal dress up doll, and was just- fed up! The other boy had talked him into getting two rather nice outfits, complete with shoes, some pricey silk shirts in red, green, and black, a couple striped polo shirts, and one genuine cashmere sweater in Gryffindor red, which Harry had fallen in love with. He'd only gotten one because of the price tag that went along with it.
Draco bought what Harry considered to be an obscene amount of clothing for himself, as well. Harry absently thought that Draco in a clothing store was quite a bit like a small child in a candy or toy shop. The only difference was that Draco had the money to buy anything and everything that he wanted.
"That's it, Draco!" he snapped when he tried to pull him into yet another store, "I have enough dress clothes! Can we please go into a normal store? In case you haven't noticed, I'm more of a 'jeans-and-a-tee-shirt' kind of guy."
Draco pouted. "Just this one last store? Please? There's something that I really want to get you! Please?"
He sighed. "Fine. But this is the last one!"
Draco nodded enthusiastically. When they went to enter, he suddenly turned. "Severus, you wait here."
"Why?" Severus asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Because," he replied with a mischievous smile, "This is a surprise."
"Very well. You have twenty minutes before I come in there and haul you out by your precious hair," Severus said.
Harry threw a worried, pleading look over his shoulder as he was pushed through the doors. It took only ten minutes for Draco to find exactly what he was looking for. Harry cringed when he saw what the blonde had picked out. Black. Leather. Pants.
"You don't actually expect me to wear those, do you?" he squeaked.
Draco nodded, shoving him into the dressing room. "Try them on!"
When he emerged from behind the curtain, Draco let out a low whistle. "Very nice… I definitely think Sev will appreciate that."
Harry blushed. "You really think so?"
"Definitely," Draco said, nodding, "And with a few minor- adjustments- we can make them more comfortable for you."
Harry grinned, thinking about just how much he loved magic. "Let's get them."
"I knew you'd come around," Draco said, smirking.
When they left the store, Harry couldn't contain the blush that crept up his cheeks at the sight of Severus, the only reason he'd agreed to buy the skin-tight trousers.
"What did you make him get?" Severus asked suspiciously, seeing the look on his young lover's face.
"Nothing," Draco said innocently.
"You didn't make him get ladies knickers or something, did you?" the man stated.
Draco burst into laughter. "Why, Sev? Are you into that?"
Harry's blush darkened. "It wasn't anything like that! Can we move on, now?"
Draco got himself under control and nodded, leading them to a more casual clothing store, where Harry picked out a few pairs of jeans, a pair of comfortable sneakers, and several tee shirts. Draco had a lot to do with that, though. Harry had only wanted two or three shirts, but the blonde just kept finding new ones that he insisted on purchasing. Especially when he found one in Slytherin green with the words 'Bite Me' scrawled over the front in silver. Harry had rolled his eyes, but admitted that he actually rather liked it. By the end of their little shopping expedition, they had an impressive collection of shopping bags. Of course, they found an empty alley and shrank them all to fit in their pockets, because none of them wanted to carry them all around for the rest of the day.
"We have a while before lunchtime," Draco said, "What's next on the agenda?"
"Duomo," Severus said simply.
"Do-a-whatnow?" Harry asked.
Severus chuckled, smiling fondly at the boy. "The Duomo is a Cathedral that was built in the thirteenth century. I thought it would be a nice addition to our trip."
"How far of a walk is it?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes.
"We will apparate," the man replied, "Draco, I trust you remember where the apparition point is?"
The blonde nodded and Severus clutched Harry to his side. With a crack, they were gone and they reappeared in another alleyway. It turns out the Duomo was absolutely gorgeous! Harry had thought that it would be just another boring old church, but he found himself pleasantly surprised. The oddest thing happened, though, when they entered something at the back of the temple called San Genaro's Chapel. They had no sooner walked into the room than several people gasped loudly and one woman actually screamed. Suddenly, a man appeared, speaking rapidly in Italian to Severus, who spoke fluently with him for a moment. Even if he couldn't understand what they were saying, it was obvious to Harry that the strange man was quite aggravated and more than a little fearful. And then Severus turned to them, looking somber.
"We have to leave," he said quietly, ushering them out.
"What on earth was that about?" Harry asked.
"Well…" Draco said hesitantly. He, too, spoke fluent Italian and so had understood the entire conversation.
"In San Genaro's Chapel, there are two bottles of the blood of San Genaro himself," Severus explained calmly, "The blood liquefies twice a year- a divine miracle, they call it. However, it may also liquefy to predict catastrophes."
"What has this got to do with us being kicked out of a damned church?" Harry snapped.
"Apparently, at the very moment we stepped into the chapel, both bottles instantly liquefied," Severus said with a small smirk.
Harry's eyes widened and he frowned. "Oh… I see. Well, that's- not good, is it?"
Draco sniggered. "Honestly, are you surprised? Catastrophe seems to follow you around, just hanging over your head, waiting to strike at any given moment."
He rolled his eyes. "Gee, thanks Draco. That certainly puts my fears to rest," he said sarcastically.
"It is more than likely that it was a simple prediction of the upcoming confrontation between you and the Dark Lord," Severus said, "Do not allow it to upset you."
Harry nodded, though there was still a bit of worry nagging at him. "So what will we do, now? Should we visit the Vatican and see if it bursts into flames?"
Severus laughed. "I'm beginning to think you spend too much time with Slytherins. You've started to develop a twisted sense of humor."
Harry grinned at him.
"We should go to the Museo Nazionale," Draco suggested, "I bet Harry would get a kick out of it."
Severus nodded, looking mildly impressed with the idea. "That's a good idea. Harry, would you like to apparate or walk?"
Harry gave him a look that plainly said that that was a stupid question.
The Museo Nazionale, which Harry had a rather fun time trying to pronounce, was probably his favorite stop of the day. The entire time they were there, learning about Pompeii and Herculaneum, gazing at the ruins of the fallen cities, both destroyed by Mont Vesuvius, he kept thinking about how much Hermione would love this. He vowed that, once Voldemort was defeated, he'd bring Hermione and Ron here. He was sure Ron would enjoy learning if it was about volcanoes and heroic deeds. The thought made him smile. Ron… having fun learning… It was a laughable concept. When the tour was over, they exited the museum and headed back to the apparition point.
"Thank you," he said, suddenly.
"For what?" Severus asked.
"For taking me around sight-seeing. I'm assuming you both have been here before, so it must be pretty boring for you," he replied.
"Nothing with you is ever boring," Severus stated softly.
"I have to agree. Watching your face as you experience all of these things for the first time makes it feel like it's our first time again," Draco said.
He smiled radiantly. "Well… thanks, anyway." His stomach suddenly gave a violent rumble.
Severus laughed. "I think it's time for lunch."
For lunch, they had pizza. But not just any pizza. Harry was quite certain that it was the best pizza he had ever had in his life- although he hadn't actually had much pizza before- and when Severus explained to them that pizza actually originated in Naples, he thought it made perfect sense. He was a bit sad, though, because he was sure that he was now ruined for all other pizza…
Afterwards, they walked through one of Naples' famous street markets, which had Harry almost as enthusiastic about shopping as Draco. He'd never seen anything like it, all of the tables and stalls set up all the way down the street. Both he and Draco absolutely fell in love with the handmade, Italian leather belts, gloves, and boots they found, and the blonde bought them each a collection of leather goods. Severus refused to allow Draco to purchase anything for him, which meant, of course, that the man ended up with his own set of leather cargo. Harry just laughed at the sour expression on his mate's face, figuring that it was only fair that Severus endure some of the Malfoy menace's torture.
Finally, their trip came to an end and they made their way back to the car on foot. Pockets laden with shrunken bags and packages. As they passed a particularly dark alleyway, Harry suddenly felt himself drawn backward by a pair of unfamiliar and entirely unwelcome hands, one on his shoulder and the other covering his mouth. Whoever was holding him smelled like blood and death and danger, and he found himself gagging as the foul odor infiltrated his senses.
"Why'd you grab this little thing?" a voice whispered harshly.
"Did you see those men he was with? How much do you think rich bastards like them would pay to get him back?" the man who was holding him whispered in response.
"How do you even know they'll pay for him?"
He found it a bit strange that they were speaking English when they were so obviously Italian. However, he realized that they probably assumed, since it wasn't tourist season yet, that he and his companions were all Italian, as well, and thought that he wouldn't understand them.
"Oh, they'll pay. I've been watching them, and they seem pretty intimate with him. Especially the dark haired one."
"Really?"
"Oh, yes…" He felt the man who was holding him chuckle.
And then he heard Severus call out his name and instinct kicked in. He bit down on the man's hand, glad to hear him scream and begin swearing at him in Italian.
"He bite you?"
"Yes, he bit me!" the man hissed.
"Perhaps we should teach him a lesson about to respect his betters…"
Harry heard the words and the lecherous tone and nearly vomited at the thought of being touched by somebody other than Severus. He tried to scream, but the hand was back.
"Perhaps we should make the lover watch?"
He felt a sudden wave of anger at their mention of Severus. The wind picked up slightly around them. 'Good…' he thought, trying to feed off of that anger. He bit the man's hand again, this time using elongated incisors, making him scream again, like a woman this time. He heard rapidly approaching footsteps and smirked. Severus and Draco would arrive at any moment.
He grabbed the man's other arm and, using inhuman strength, swiftly flipped him over his shoulder and into the brick wall. He dimly realized that he had taken his true form, but honestly couldn't care. All he could think about was that these men were trying to use him to get his mate, that they might hurt him or Draco or- Severus…
He let loose a feral growl, baring his teeth. "You picked the wrong man to try and kidnap…"
"Harry!" Severus said, coming around the corner and gasping when he saw what was happening, "Harry, no!"
He felt slightly calmer at the sound of his Carus' voice, but then the anger surged back when the two men tried to run. He stopped them with a wave of his hand, levitating them back to where he was standing.
"Nobody threatens my family…" he growled.
Suddenly, there was a very different pair of arms around him and he was surrounded by the scent of vanilla and musk and spices. He instantly calmed, reverting back to his normal state, wings dispersing in a flutter of feathers. He turned in the embrace to bury his face in Severus' neck, sighing contentedly.
Draco, meanwhile, had both kidnappers in full-body binds and was obliviating them of their memories of Harry.
"Are you okay?" Severus asked softly.
He nodded. "I'm sorry… I shouldn't have let myself fall behind."
"Nonsense. It wasn't your fault," the man stated, "We're just glad you're okay. It could have been much worse."
Draco put the two men to sleep and turned to the pair. "Merlin's balls, Harry! If we hadn't gotten here when we did, you probably would have killed them."
"They threatened my family… I just kind of lost it," he replied quietly.
Draco smiled warmly at him. "Well… it's good that you're safe. I swear I nearly had a heart attack when I turned and you had disappeared."
He turned to grin at the blonde. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you."
"Do you think we can make it back to the car with no further incidents?" Severus asked, releasing his hold on the boy.
"I can try… no promises, thought," Harry retorted, smirking.
Severus and Draco exchanged a disbelieving look, shaking their heads at him as he sauntered out of the alley as though nothing had happened. The boy was truly… something…
~VII~
Woot! Chapter seven! I'm so excited at how well this turned out! By the way, I've never actually BEEN to Naples, so I'm sorry if all of my information wasn't accurate. I did a bit of research but… Do you know how hard it is to find a decent website about clothes shopping in that city??? And I have no idea what the Italian view of homosexuality is. I tried to look it up, but all I got was "Free gay Italian porn pictures!!!!" and something about gay themes in Italian Spaghetti Westerns. Lol.
Please Review and I shall be eternally grateful! And so will the bunnies! Of course… XD