Hey guys! Here's chapter 14: the aftermath! Next chapter will be about spring break, so if anyone has any ideas on what they want to happen while at Sirius and remus's house, feel free (in other words please please do!) to tell me. I honestly have no idea what i'm going to write for that.
Anyways! enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 14:
By the time they had reached the castle Harry was shivering quite violently, despite the two blankets wrapped around his shoulders. He had been in the freezing lake water for over an hour and the Pepper-Up potion was already beginning to wear off. Seeing his plight, Draco managed to wriggle a hand away from Harry to grab his wand from his pocket. He cast a quick warming charm on Harry and himself that would last until they reached their rooms.
"Shower or bath?"
"Shower," Harry answered as Draco gently set him down. "I want to get all the lake muck off me."
Draco grimaced and lightly touched his hair with a hand. Oh yes, they definitely needed a shower. "I'll go turn it on while you get undressed."
"But I wanted you to watch," Harry couldn't help the teasing remark, especially not when he noticed the way Draco tilted his head interestedly.
Draco tried to ignore the voice in his head telling him to turn around and snog Harry senseless for that comment. Harry really ought to know better than to tease him in the state he was in now, then again, Gryffindors were widely known for having no sense of self preservation. He closed his eyes and choose not to comment in favor of turning towards the bathroom. There would, of course, be plenty of time to snog him senseless in the shower.
Harry smirked as if he were able to read Draco's thoughts. Part one of his plan was complete. Distracting Draco with dirty thoughts had been surprisingly easy, and Harry wasn't sure if he should be more disturbed or grateful for that fact. He thought it over as he pulled of his pants then decided that it was definitely a good thing.
After he was finished undressing he walked in the bathroom and saw the Draco was waiting for him outside the shower. As soon as he saw Harry enter, Draco was by his side and wrapping an arm around his waist. "Harry," he whispered possessively against his throat.
Harry shivered at the feel of Draco's fangs against his throat and he unconsciously titled his neck. Draco smirked at the action and led Harry into the shower, barely letting shut closed before he busied himself with backing Harry against the shower wall.
Harry yelped at the sudden movement and his arms instantly attached themselves to Draco's neck. "A warning would have been nice," he said sarcastically before he found his mouth otherwise occupied.
Harry blinked at his mate's sudden exuberance and placed his hands on Draco's chest, knowing very well that he didn't have the strength to push him away.
"Harry?" Draco pulled away and stared in concern at his mate. "Harry," his voice took on a gentler quality and he stepped closer once again so he could press a chaste kiss to his cheek. "Am I...progressing to quickly?"
Harry's mouth opened and closed several times before he finally regained control. "No! No," he said thickly, trying to swallow past the sudden arousal he was feeling and Draco's fangs once against brushed past his skin. "I'm just...wondering why your sudden...want?" Harry's tumbled, trying to find the right word.
Draco smirked and bent forward to drag his mouth across Harry's neck, finally catching on to the effect it had on Harry. "Not sudden at all, my love. However, your desire is. Can you not honestly tell me that this is the first time you've truly wanted to consummate our bond?"
"Ah, no," Harry struggled to get his next words out. "But this is just your quarter vampire talking. You've admitted it yourself, that your vampire wants to claim me."
Draco sighed and stepped back so he could give Harry room. "Yes, the vampire in me does want to claim you, but I only have to mark you to do that. He is not capable of swaying my thoughts, little one, and I think you'll find that even after I mark you my desire will remain. I have wanted you since our initial meeting after the bond, Harry. And yes, I do admit that some of the need stems partly from my possessiveness and your recent adventure, but not all of it," he explained carefully.
Harry frowned and closed his eyes. Was he ready for this? He was only fourteen, after all, and he knew without a doubt that after this his and Draco's bond would manifest itself more powerfully. Harry's entire life would become Draco's as well, and from all the books he had read, he knew that Draco would become even more protective afterwards.
Despite all that, Harry knew what he wanted. He knew, even without all his questions, that Draco's love extended past his heritage and that his own desire extended past his.
"Harry, if you aren't ready-"
"I am," Harry took a deep breath and spoke the final words. "I'm ready." He peeked one eye open to see Draco's excited expression and his own mouth moved to match it. He just had one more thing to say before they began. "This means that I get out of any punishment," he smirked.
Draco chuckled shortly and pressed a feather-light kiss to his ear before stepping closer and pressing his body against Harry's, blocking all the water from hitting him and making Harry shiver in response."Oh really?"
Harry hummed and lifted his face up so Draco would kiss him again. "Hmm, my arse will be sore enough anyways."
"I will be careful," Draco promised firmly, all teasing gone from his expression. "I will not hurt you, and if you decide you aren't ready, then we can stop."
Harry rolled his eyes and softly ground himself against Draco's hardening member. "If I wasn't ready then I would have said no. Now stop being so ridiculous and kiss me."
Draco smirked at the command and hastened to obey. Harry moaned lightly and and relaxed into Draco's embrace as his mate did his very best to make him forget everything but his tongue. Unfortunately, his brain couldn't forget the fact that Draco was still blocking all the water from him, and cold definitely wasn't doing anything for his arousal.
Thankfully Draco seemed to get what Harry was trying to convey through his muffled whine and rearranged them so Harry was directly under the hot spray and Draco was now against the wall. "I think I like this position better," Harry teased lightly before his mouth was once against overtaken by Draco, although this kiss could only be described as rough and possessive. Clearly the Vampire's restraint could only last so long.
"Up," he commanded shortly, placing both his hands on the curve below Harry's arse.
Harry hastened to obey the arousing voice and, along with Draco's help, managed to jump up and wrap his legs around Draco's waist. Harry had expected the position to be uncomfortable, or at least straining, but he was pleasantly surprised to find it not only comfortable, but also extremely gratifying.
Draco smirked at Harry's surprised expression and softly squeezed his arse, hinting at what was about to come. "Close your eyes, Harry," he instructed softly before switching them once again and supporting Harry against the wall. Harry looked at Draco suspiciously before doing as was instructed and closing his eyes. Not a second later he felt a warm mouth attach itself to his nipple and he gasped and snapped open his eyes at the unexpected sensation.
"Keep them closed," Draco growled around the hard nub, making the vibrations travel straight down Harry's stomach and to his groin. "Harry."
Harry reluctantly closed them again, not liking not knowing what to expect next. It was a dominant play, he knew it, and it served as no other purpose than to elicit noises that Harry wouldn't normally make under other circumstances.
Draco seemed to sense what he was thinking and pulled away chuckling. "If you really were opposed to the idea you would just ignore the command. Obviously you aren't."
Harry glared at his smug tone but as soon as Draco ran the pad of his thumb across his growing erection, Harry couldn't think of anything else besides how wonderful it felt.
Wanting to feel some semblance of control, Harry reached down to run his own fingers along Draco's length.
"Harry," Draco rasped, feeling his own control stutter at the pleasant touch. "I'm supposed to be the one controlling this," he reminded more for his own sake.
Harry's lips curled upwards in a smile and he wriggled lightly, reminding Draco of their current position and simultaneously rubbing their erections together. "I believe this speaks for itself," he whispered before grinning and curling his arms back around Draco's neck. "Now do something before I decide to."
Draco as tempted to see exactly what Harry would do to himself, but his domineering personality won out and he growled quietly and let one of his hands drift underneath the spray.
Not wanting to have his eye closed for this part, Harry peaked them open and watched Draco's movement's with a cloudy gaze. Thoughts of pain flittered though his mind but they vanished just as soon as they had appeared, and were instead replaced with a growing sense of urgency. "Draco," Harry whined and shifted but his movement was met with a firm hand on his backside and another growl.
"Be patient," Draco insisted firmly. After he was sure that his hand was sufficiently slippery he pressed it lightly against the ring of muscles and watched as Harry's face contorted into a mixture of pleasure and worry. "Tell me if it's too much," he instructed before breaching the barrier and pushing his finger in.
Harry grimaced and wriggled lightly, trying to get used to the feeling of something inside of him. Draco lightly wrapped his fist around Harry's member and began to gently fist it in time with his pushes, and soon, Harry was whimpering and mewling in pleasure.
Taking this as permission to add another one, Draco pushed a second then a third finger into Harry's entrance with little resistance. Despite the gentleness in which Draco entered him, Harry still tensed and bit down on Draco's neck to hid his whimper. The pain wasn't nearly as bad as it could get, but even so, it was enough to send sparks of pain up his spine.
"Shh, It's alright, my love," Draco wrapped his free arm around Harry's waist to provide comfort and hold Harry's frame up, knowing that his arms wouldn't be able to hold himself up. "The pain will go away," he promised.
Harry mumbled something in reply and squeezed his eyes shut. After a few minutes of Draco slowly thrusting with his fingers his prostate was hit. Harry's eyes widened and this time his whimper was of pleasure.
Draco smirked and gently teased the small bundle of nerves until Harry couldn't take it any longer. He pushed back against the finger and keened loudly as the nub was struck again by the Slytherin's talented fingers. "Draco," he mewled in need.
Draco pulled out his two fingers and chuckled quietly when Harry mewled in dissatisfaction and thrust against him. "Patience," he scolded again, his tone laced with amusement as he wet the same hand then used it to slick up up his appendix. For a second he thanked his inner instincts for setting Harry in that position before hand, making it easier for him to line his erection up with Harry's entrance.
Harry's brain was filled with a thick, pleasurable haze, so really, he couldn't be blamed for his less-than-intelligent actions. With an impatient whine, Harry pressed down, forcing the tip of Draco's cock to enter him. Draco grabbed Harry's hips to still his movement as the exact same moment as Harry gasped and tensed from the burning pain radiating up his spine and down his arse.
"Harry!" Draco tried to scold but his voice sounded more like a groan. It took all his restraint not to just let Harry slip the rest of the way down, and even then, it was close. "Just relax, the pain will go," he tried to sooth Harry with the tight heat still surrounding half his member.
Harry whimpered and once again bit into Draco's shoulder to try and tae his mind away from the pain. "Just move," Harry panted. "It will feel better when you move."
Draco looked at Harry doubtfully and ran a soothing hand down his chest, stopping to tweak the pert nipples and smiling slightly when Harry let out an unwilling mewl. Slowly he pushed himself the rest of the way inside and let out a moan of his own, unable to restrain it any longer when the heat completely enveloped his aching cock. Still conscious of Harry's pain, he reached down and began to firmly stroke Harry's appendix, drawing a few pleasured whines from Harry. "There, now just tell em when your ready."
Harry nodded then took a deep breath and moved his hips a bit, wincing from the burn but feeling a little pleasure added to it. He build up a rhythm, rocking his hips against Draco's, and for the time being, Draco allowed Harry to take the lead and set the pace.
Harry let out another loud keen when his prostate was brushed again, and Draco took that as his cue to take back control. He let go Harry's erection to grip both of Harry's hips then used that to pull Harry down to meet his thrusts. He rumbled quietly in Harry's ear, prompting his mate took look up into his possessive eyes.
Draco would have smirked at the nebulous quality Harry's eyes had taken on if he wasn't so stimulated himself. With every thrust he rolled his hips forward, making sure to hit Harry's prostrate each time. With the option of burying his face in Draco's shoulder now gone, Harry had no choice but to clench his eyes shut and let Draco hear all his horribly embarrassing noises. He grabbed at Draco's shoulders to anchor himself and roughly shouted out Draco's name as he felt the feeling that had slowly been building up in his stomach erupt.
Draco groaned at the feeling of Harry's inner walls clenching around him and thrust forward one more time before he himself came with Harry name on the tip of his tongue.
Harry muttered something incoherent when Draco pulled out of Harry then set him down, making sure he kept him arms around Harry's tired frame. He felt a sense of pride and smugness at the fact that Harry couldn't even stand without his help and he could tell that his vampiric instincts agreed with that assessment.
"I love you, Harry," Draco leaned forward and whispered the four words into his mate's ear, smiling when Harry just curled closer to him and nudged them both under the warm spray.
Harry couldn't believe that he and Draco had taken this long to finally have sex. It had felt wonderful, save the first pain, and even though he ached in placed he'd never even felt before, the feeling of Draco taking such gentle care of him made all that disappear.
Draco looked up from his task of washing off their bodied by a soft hand pressed against his chest. "Bed," Harry insisted and Draco agreed a second later, carrying him out of the shower and casting a quick drying spell before lying Harry down next to him. He barely had time to mark Harry before his little mate was sound asleep, Draco following not a minute later. They could, after all, finish their shower tomorrow.
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Harry slowly blinked the sleepiness out of his eyes and turned to cuddle back into Draco's side. Or rather, he tried to turn. The second he shifted he felt a dull aching spread from his arse up.
Draco bolted awake at the sound of a pained moan coming from his previously asleep mate. "What's wrong?" he asked urgently.
"My arse, that's what's wrong!" Harry groaned and threw a glare at Draco.
In hindsight, Draco probably shouldn't have laughed. Really, really shouldn't have laughed. But Harry's furious face really did look amazingly adorable, especially in light of their recent activities.
But laugh he had, and now Draco found himself locked out of their bed chambers with the growing urgency to see to Harry. "Harry, darling, I'm sorry for laughing."
Everything was quiet for a few seconds, and then the door opened just enough for Harry to peak his head out. Draco winced at the angry gleaming in those previously beautiful eyes and quickly tried to come up with something that might ease Harry's irritation. "I love you?"
Harry's eyes darkened and he slammed the door shut again. Draco pressed his ear against the door. Faintly he could hear Harry muttering quiet curses and yelps of pain, obviously Harry was more sore than he let on. "Please open the door, Harry. Let me help you, then if you're still angry, I'll leave again," Draco pleaded.
Harry was silent for a few seconds then he grudgingly opened the door again, allowing Draco to step in. Draco immediately stalked forwards and lifted Harry into his arms, making sure that he held Harry in such a way that he had no chance to struggle and hurt himself more.
"You'll lie down and not move," he said firmly then, ignoring Harry's indignant splutters, walked into their conjoined bathroom to gather a few potions.
When he walked back in the room he was gratified to see that Harry hadn't disobeyed him and was still lying down in the same spot he had placed him. "Drink this," he instructed, handing him the pain reliever first and then the muscle relaxant.
Harry took the offered potions and drank them in the order Draco had given them, grimacing at the taste before handing the empty vials back to Draco.
"You're still a bloody prat, you know," Harry mumbled after a moment of silence.
"Ah, but I'm your prat," Draco bent forward and pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead. "Now, if you still want me to leave, I'll do it under one condition, and that is that you don't leave this bed until you feel better."
Harry sighed and grasped Draco's wrist, pulling him forward until he tumbled forward to lie next to Harry. "You can stay, but only under one condition."
Draco raised an eyebrow and bent forward to kiss Harry's smirking lips. "And what's that?"
"That you don't leave this bed either."
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