Exams end Wednesday, so I'm hoping to upload more by then! Will be pretty busy having post-exam fun next weekend. :P
VERY ~SEXUAL~ things happening here. Once again if you don't enjoy boy-on-boy action, I suggest you leave this story now.
Enjoy!
The sun had barely risen when Balerion tapped his foot against the window. Draco opened one eye sleepily to wave his wand at the window, which opened slightly. The tawny eagle owl flew in and landed on the bedside table, sticking his leg out. Draco rubbed the head of his owl affectionately before taking the scroll off his leg, and opened it.
Dear Draco,
I would like to request for a meeting with you and Harry both.
Please be at my office tonight around 8p.m. after dinner.
Yours Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
P.S. I would definitely enjoy some Chocolate Frogs.
He gave Balerion a treat, and the owl ruffled his feathers proudly before flying to the top of the cupboard, where Hedwig was currently resting. The beautiful snowy white owl opened an eye to study the new arrival beside her, and promptly closed it in dismissal.
Balerion hooted softly and nudged the white owl, rubbing his face all over Hedwig gently. She snapped at him in a very coquettish manner, and took off into the sky out of the window, with Balerion following closely behind her.
Draco shut the window before the room got too cold, and decided that it would be good to light the fireplace. It was Christmas after all. "Incendio," he said, pointing his wand at the logs in the hearth, and a fire jumped up, burning merrily. It was barely six in the morning - still too early for breakfast. Harry finally stirred beside him, having slept through the racket their owls had made. "Good morning," Draco murmured to Harry as he stretched languidly after a good sleep. Letting out a contented sigh, Harry smiled sleepily at Draco.
"Good morning, and Merry Christmas to you," Harry mumbled, burrowing deeper into the covers.
Draco looked at his boyfriend, who had put on a very nice set of emerald pajamas that Mrs. Weasley had given him last Christmas after the war. He had to admit that the matriarch of the Weasley family knew what looked good on their 'adopted' son - green really suited Harry.
"Wake up, don't you want to open your presents?" Draco said, nudging Harry awake. "The only thing I'd like for you to unwrap is me," he returned from under the covers, his voice barely discernible through the thick sheets.
"Oh, is that so? Your wish is my command," Draco said with a grin, and dove under the covers with Harry, all their presents at the foot of the bed forgotten. Harry laughed at Draco's eagerness, and welcomed the scorching kiss that his boyfriend gave him.
T'was a good Christmas indeed, waking up to a delicious Draco Malfoy beside him. He was already shirtless, and Harry couldn't stop himself from touching the raised scars on Draco's chest, gently running the tips of his fingers across them repeatedly.
Harry was expecting the usual today - either getting off on Draco's hands or his mouth, but the blond had other plans in mind. He flipped Harry over, and Vanished both of their clothes in an instance. "Hey! Those are from Mrs. Weasley!" Harry protested, struggling from under Draco, though not with much effort.
"I'll return them to you… if you're a good boy today," Draco said with a smirk, as he pressed his chest into Harry's back, licking figure eights into the shell of his sensitive ears. Harry groaned at the statement and at the sensitivity of his ears - he loved it when Draco went all dominant on him. As usual, green silk ties wrapped around his wrists and bound him to the headboard. Another one wrapped itself around his eyes, obscuring his view.
"Who knew that the Chosen One had a submissive kink in him, right?" Draco drawled as he licked his way down to Harry's neck, noting the sensitive spots when the boy below him jerked in response to his wandering tongue.
"N-no! What submissive - oh god," Harry moaned, as Draco reached under him to fist his already hard length. Draco chuckled as his own length was nestled quite comfortably in the space between Harry's ass cheeks.
"Yes, Potter. I am your god," he whispered, smirking against Harry's skin. Harry sputtered in outrage, having his words turned against him by Draco. He particularly enjoyed calling Harry by his surname when they were doing the dominant and submissive thing in bed - it reminded him of their old days, sparring with words and wands. Now he was at the mercy of Draco's hands, and he enjoyed reminding Harry about it very often, though the brunette never did miss any opportunities to try and turn the tables on him. Keyword being try.
By the time Draco had reached Harry's arse, the brunette was already trembling with anticipation, every stroke by Draco on his length a bittersweet pleasure-pain feeling. "How bad do you want this, Potter?" Draco asked, already learning down to rub a finger along the puckered hole.
"Bad. I want it bad, very bad," Harry panted, sweat already running down his forehead and back in rivulets. He felt as if he was about to combust, and the fire in the hearth wasn't exactly helping either. Harry let out a curse so explicit that had Mrs. Weasley heard him, she would've probably given him a spanking.
Which was what Draco did. A hand came down hard on his bottom, causing him to cry out in surprise. It was painful, but in a good way, and Harry felt Draco gently massaging the spot where he had hit - soothing the burn that remained afterwards.
"Now, now. Patience is a virtue, Potter. If you curse more, I'll be forced to spank you because you're being such a bad boy," Draco whispered. Shivers of desire shook Harry hard, and he whimpered. Taking pity on Harry, Draco leaned down and dragged Harry into a kneeling position.
He licked Harry from his length to the puckered hole, and the poor boy shook so forcefully Draco was afraid that he might fall apart. He slid a finger in, and Harry cried out with relief, feeling the way Draco was moving in and out of him - until he hit the spot that was his prostrate. Harry came onto the bed, the feeling too overwhelming after being tortured for so long. He felt as if he was in a daze, the colourful lights behind his eyes winking in and out of view.
"You came before I let you." Draco's voice was barely a whisper, but Harry managed to catch it. "You always defy me, so I can punish you. Isn't that right, Potter?"
Harry whispered no, though he wasn't sure if that was what he did subconsciously - intentionally defy Draco so that he could receive more punishment from him. Harry couldn't see, but he knew in that moment the blond had that signature smirk of his on his face, and that really got Harry's engine going.
Draco felt Harry clench around his finger, and knew that this was turning him on incredibly. "Like I've said before, Potter. You're a fucking terrible liar," Draco said, bending over so that his cock rested on Harry's arse, and whispered that into his ear.
Harry didn't know what else to say anymore, so he just bit his lip in anticipation as he waited for Draco's next move. Draco slowly pushed his length into Harry, careful not to hurt him. By the time he was fully buried inside, Harry was panting uncontrollably, his hands wrapped around the silk ties, tugging and jerking at them.
"Are you feeling okay?" Draco asked, gently caressing Harry's length, afraid that if he moved, it would hurt him. "MOVE!" Harry bellowed, feeling quite frustrated that Draco wasn't doing anything while his length was already inside of him, and Harry considered that quite a waste of good time.
Draco chuckled and complied with Harry's demand - his thrusts slowly increased in speed, with Harry pushing back against him, demanding more and more. The silk ties looked dangerously close to snapping, with the amount of strength that Harry was using to grab on to it for dear life. Draco slammed into Harry, hard and rough with want, and yanked the boy backwards by his hair, so he could kiss him.
Harry moaned against Draco's mouth as pleasure assaulted him from head to toe - the burning taste of Draco in his mouth, the way he moved as he slammed deep into Harry. Letting go of Harry, who then fell forward again, Draco fisted Harry's length and started to rub him, in sync with his thrusts.
"Draco, I'm going to -" Harry grunted, barely able to hold himself together. He wanted to prolong it so that he could enjoy this longer, but Draco hit that magical spot with his length again, and Harry flew apart, his body succumbing to the onslaught of his orgasm. Draco growled as he thrust one last time, and came, with Harry still clenching him tight.
Both of them fell onto the bed, panting. The silk ties disappeared from Harry's hands and eyes, and he opened his eyes to see a very self-satisfied Draco, still smirking at him. "That was fucking amazing," Draco said, and Harry showed his agreement with a soft kiss. He was decidedly glad that he had lost his virginity to Draco - he was a great lover.
"Well, at least we now know that your submissive kink gets you off," Draco said, grinning at Harry, who seemed content to just stare at him. He blushed at that, and pulled the covers over his head in embarrassment, further amusing Draco. He ducked under the blanket as well.
"Just so you know," Draco whispered in the darkness, "Your submissive kink really, really turns me on." That elicited a chuckle from Harry. "I think you just enjoy being able to assert your authority over anything, Draco."
They both emerged from the covers, laughing. "Come, I think it's time we opened our presents," Draco said, Accio-ing the presents that had dropped onto the floor while they were getting it on. He also conjured Harry's emerald pajamas back, folded neatly in a pile.
"Oh, look! Mrs. Weasley knitted me another sweater. Come to think of it, I have about eight of them now." This one had a beautiful phoenix design on a green background. Draco felt that it was rather Christmas-y, and was pleasantly surprised to find out that she had knitted him one as well.
"Well, I'm not sure if Ron told her about the bond… but if he didn't, she either has a crazy sixth sense, or thought that the dragon suited you," Harry mused, looking at the sweater. It had the same green background as Harry's, but had a gorgeous silvery dragon on it.
"Ah. The Antipodean Opaleye. A gorgeous dragon," Draco said with a rather dreamy look. "Have you ever seen one?" Harry asked, seeing the thoughts flicker past in Draco's eyes.
"Yes, when my parents took me on holiday to New Zealand. They're not very aggressive, unless provoked. They are dwindling in the numbers though - their scales are highly sought after because of its opalescent colours."
"I'm quite sure Charlie told Mrs. Weasley about that dragon, and it reminded her of you," Harry decided, knowing that the older Weasley brother was obsessed with dragons, and had dedicated his life to the care and protection of those magnificent creatures.
"Oh, Harry. Do you think I'm gorgeous too?" Draco asked, fluttering his eyelashes, though with a smirk.
"Don't be gay, Draco," Harry joked.
"Ah, such a pity that I am," Draco returned, his eyes dropping to Harry's crotch. Laughing, the two proceeded to unwrap the rest of their presents before calling Dobby for some breakfast.
"I gather the two of you enjoyed your Christmas morning?" Pansy said with a knowing look towards the two boys, while she munched on a breakfast sandwich as they waited for the afternoon feast to begin. Draco merely raised an eyebrow at her and responded in kind.
"While I was asleep in bed with Harry, mind, I did hear some rather interesting sounds from the dormitory room next door," he said, eyeing the two other couples with interest. Pansy merely 'hmphed' him and returned to her sandwich, while Neville, Ron and Hermione turned red.
"I thought you said you did the Silencing charm already, Ron!" Hermione whispered, sounding quite agitated. "I did!" Ron protested, frowning at his girlfriend.
"I think you forgot to enchant the wall, Weasley. Walls have ears too," Draco said with a very self-satisfied smirk, and bit into his sandwich. Hermione hid her face in her hands while Ron decided that his breakfast was far more interesting than his friends at that moment.
Neville and Pansy didn't say much, but their body language gave it away. Harry knew of the little touches that went on between them, like Draco did to him almost every second of the day, not that he was complaining.
Harry made a mental note to send Pansy a card on a job well done. "By the way, Dumbledore wants to see us in his office at night," Draco whispered in his ear. That put him on full alert, all of the humour draining out of him immediately. "What's going on? Did something happen?" he whispered back, wanting more details.
Draco shrugged. "He didn't say much… just that he wanted to see us. He probably just wants to tell us something in person." Harry nodded, still feeling a little unconvinced, though the thought was quickly squashed when the teachers entered the Great Hall for the feast.
There was only one table as a lot of the other students had gone back to their homes for the Christmas break - there were only about twenty students in the hall, including the six of them. The professors settled down, and the feast commenced, with stuffed turkey, log cakes, sliced ham and much, much more.
Snape didn't look very pleased when Ron's Christmas cracker exploded with a loud BANG. The confetti landed on him and made him look rather peculiar, at which Draco snickered. Snape hexed Draco from under the table with the Titillando spell, and the blond couldn't stop crying and laughing as translucent purple hands tickled the life out of him.
"Finite!" Pansy cried, halting the spell, allowing Draco to breathe normally once again. Snape chuckled to himself and brushed the confetti out of his greasy hair. Harry refused to look at Draco or his godfather, in fear of being hexed himself. His other friends were also smart enough to do the same.
The Christmas lunch passed, and Harry found himself with a few gifts that he had wanted quite recently. He received a hat that looked a lot like Professor McGonagall's but newer, a new wizard chess set (his got busted up in the war when Hogwarts was under attack), and a set of muggle novels that read, "Fifty Shades of Grey: The Trilogy".
Frowning at the ambiguous book covers, Harry flipped it open and saw that the publish date was in the year 2011. "Draco, is it just me or are these muggle books way ahead of our time?" Harry said frowning at the books in his hand.
"That's almost 13 years ahead of us!" Draco stared at the books warily, as if they might just start moving. From in between the pages dropped out a Time-Turner - Harry and Hermione recognized it immediately. "Weren't all of these destroyed when we went to the Department of Mysteries?" Hermione looked just as shocked as Harry did to see one of these little golden trinkets.
Professor McGonagall noticed the little commotion then, and realized that the younger ones had taken her Christmas cracker by accident. "Those are mine," she said, blushing, much to the surprise of everyone.
Suspicious of what was in the books, Harry whispered "Geminio". The books duplicated themselves, and he dropped the copies under the table before Professor McGonagall reached him and took the three books from his hands.
"Professor, why is there a Time-Turner here?" Hermione asked, as Harry handed McGonagall the Time-Turner. Their professor's face turned rather smug. "The Ministry never did ask for it after you returned it to me, so I kept it."
"She's got the last time-turner in her hands!" Ron exclaimed, bug-eyed and staring at McGonagall as she left the Great Hall in a hurry. "Well, at least we've got copies of what she ordered from the future. Anyone up for some reading?" Harry asked as he picked up the books from the floor.
A patterned tie, a mask, and a handcuff each on the cover of these novels. "These look quite like crime novels," Hermione suggested as they headed towards the library. "I'm thinking mystery," Draco mused, while Ron still looked a little dumbfounded from the Time-Turner revelation.
Pansy and Neville had no comment - actually, they were nowhere to be found. "Must've gone off somewhere to shag each other senseless," Draco said, and waved the others onwards when they stopped. The library was quiet - too quiet. In fact, even Madam Pince wasn't around, which meant that they could talk as loudly as they wanted.
By the time they had gone through the first book, it was dusk, and the four of them sat together in an awkward silence. "Well, it definitely wasn't what I expected it to be," Draco said, closing the book shut, thinking of the characters. The male lead in the book had some rather interesting ideas that he wanted to try out on Harry.
Hermione shook her head, as if trying to rid herself of the images that the book had given her. Ron just stared into space blankly, as if someone had stolen all his thoughts away. Harry assumed that he had gone into shock - Ron was quite a vanilla person, and didn't really like anything out of the ordinary.
"What'd we miss?" Neville asked as he and Pansy joined the quad at the library table. The four of them looked at each other, and replied in unison. "A lot."
"Here, take this and read it - maybe in bed, It'll be interesting," Draco said, thrusting the book into Pansy's arms. The Slytherin girl looked at him suspiciously as they left the library.
"Do you think I can wash this out of my mind if I get Hermione to Obliviate me?" Ron asked as they made their way back to the Gryffindor dormitories. "Doubtful," Harry said with a rueful grin.
The book was quite vivid and detailed in its descriptions, though he found himself enjoying the scenes where the male lead - Christian - was being a dominant asshat. Harry looked at Draco, and found amusement in the fact that he was rather similar to Christian.
Draco looked at his watch - it was almost eight, and dragged Harry towards Dumbledore's office. Waving goodbye to Ron and Hermione, the two ran towards the stone gargoyle. "Chocolate Frogs!" Draco panted, and the stone gargoyle jumped aside, the stairs popping into place.
"Ah, welcome. Just on time too," Dumbledore said as the two of them burst into the office. Fawkes looked at them curiously. Draco let go of Harry's hand, both of them still blushing from sprinting, and slight embarrassment from Dumbledore seeing them hold hands.
"Have a seat," he offered to Draco and Harry. Both sat down gratefully, still recovering from the adrenaline in their veins. "If I may ask, Professor, what are we here for today?" Harry had been wondering all day.
"I have asked you both here tonight to warn you that you cannot be too apart too long, or too far away. I came across this in another book, but didn't want to risk any letters being intercepted by your father," Dumbledore said, glancing at Draco who nodded in agreement.
"Your bond requires both to be bonded quite often, yes, but you cannot spend too much time apart, or the bond will start twisting your personalities into a darker one," he explained, to which both Harry and Draco shared a look.
"It has happened once, actually," Draco said, looking at Professor Dumbledore, who looked extremely tired and worried.
"Then I hope that you won't let it happen again, boys. Also, if you are too far apart, there will be excruciating pain. Every couple has different limits, so I cannot be too sure about how far you two can be from each other," he explained, looking at both boys.
"We're fine in school… even at Hogsmeade, but that's all we know," Harry shared, wondering what Dumbledore was afraid of by telling them this. His next sentence explained everything.
"I think that Lucius is not fully aware of what your bond to Harry is, Draco. He thinks that it is merely a connection through your minds - like what Harry and Lord Voldemort once had."
Draco wasn't very surprised to hear that Dumbledore had come to this conclusion, because he thought the same as well.
"But you must be careful, Draco. Lucius would not dare to openly attack Harry, so you must be on alert. Word is that he's made his way back to London already, and I wouldn't be too surprised if he can find a way into Hogsmeade undetected," Dumbledore said grimly.
"But isn't the Ministry looking for him? Why haven't they found him yet?" Harry asked, starting to feel very worried for Draco.
"You know the Ministry's incompetencies, Harry. And Lucius is a powerful wizard - he can avoid detection very easily. I have no doubt that he could easily be right under the Aurors' noses and they wouldn't even notice."
If I ever become an Auror, I have to be better than that, Harry thought, making a mental note to himself.
"Also just to let you boys know, I will be away for the next month. If anything strange happens, tell Professor McGonagall or Professor Snape, and they will get in touch with me."
Harry didn't really like the sound of Dumbledore being gone. "Where are you going, Professor?" he asked, rather curious as to where Dumbledore would go at a time like this.
"Home, for some well-deserved rest, as well as the Wizard's Convention that is happening in London in a week's time. I will also try to keep a lookout for Lucius, but it's quite unlikely he will be caught anytime soon."
"Thanks for the warning, Professor. Have a Merry Christmas," Draco said, and left with Harry soon after, not wanting to bother the Headmaster too much.
Madam Pomfrey entered into the Headmaster's office not long after the boys left, holding a bottle of gin and two glasses.
"It's Christmas, Albus. Would you like some company?" she asked, looking at their Headmaster, who looked extremely tired and stressed.
He brightened at the sight of Poppy in his office. "Oh, yes. That would be very pleasant," he said, the smile on his face reaching his blue eyes.
Madam Pomfrey sat down, poured herself and Dumbledore a drink, and the two talked into the wee hours of midnight, until both of them fell asleep on the table, the alcohol finally taking effect.