- Chapter 25 -
"I want you."
Harry felt all the air escape from his lungs in a whoosh, and he found himself nodding as his pupils dilated, black spreading outward and doing its best to completely take over green as if they wanted to match the gaze that so often trapped them. The wizard wasn't sure if Draco was referring to shagging - or something else completely - but before he'd even considered which it might be, he heard himself saying roughly, "You - you can have me."
Draco's lips twitched upward. "I can?" he asked, quietly to hide the answering roughness in his own voice.
"Y-yeah," Harry breathed out. He swallowed hard when cool lips pressed softly to his neck just over his collar in response, lingering, and his hands tightened their grip on the blond's bare hips, his mind swimming in a maelstrom of conflicting thoughts, and his heart racing like it wanted to escape.
"Hmmm," Draco hummed, using his thumb to gently nudge back the wizard's unbuttoned white collar to reveal two small marks that had been hidden by the starched material, and Harry's breaths grew increasingly stilted. The vampire's pale thumb brushed over the marked skin in a whisper light touch, his own breath catching silently in his chest when Harry groaned, the sound low, and needy.
Green eyes fell shut when Draco leaned in closer and began to kiss the sensitive patch of skin - first the touch only a feather soft grazing of closed lips, but then with each new caress it grew firmer, more urgent, like he was working up to something. Draco's free arm wrapped around the middle of his back, pulling him closer, securing him. "And you... you love me too?" Harry asked, needing to hear it confirmed, as his heart pounded in his ears.
"I do," Draco whispered, the admission puffed softly over glistening skin, and Harry nodded with a shudder as the cool air somehow heated his neck and then sunk in, sliding down. Draco pulled back to meet the wizard's gaze, finding it edged with an unsureness. "That's not going to change, I promise."
"Good," Harry breathed, and then he pulled him into a kiss, lips parting immediately. And Draco found himself moving forward blindly as the wizard pedaled backwards, kissing him heatedly while pulling him over plush green carpeting and towards the bed that sat too empty and directly behind him, and the Gryffindor's knees gave way eagerly to the mattress when they met only seconds later, bringing the two wizards toppling down onto Draco's bed. The tall blond pushed up onto spread knees and hands, lungs tight, and slinking forward when Harry shifted himself fully onto the bed to keep the dark-haired wizard directly beneath him.
Harry looked up at him. "Thought this would be better," he said around shortened breaths.
Draco swallowed back a surge of venom, and he nodded slowly as sharp canines began to throb dully, and then he felt hands settle on either side of his neck. Heat bloomed inside his chest and then spread out, covering his entire body. His eyelids dipped in relief, and expressive green eyes that were framed by ridiculously messy midnight locks did the same. He huffed a whisper of a laugh. "We really need to discuss that at some point," he said.
"Yeah, but not now," Harry said a little breathlessly, and Draco found himself agreeing when the wizard dropped his hands to pull at the sloppy knot of his crimson and gold tie, undoing it, and then he began to fumble with the fastened buttons of his shirt. "Later."
Draco leaned up to let the wizard pull his shirt off, revealing his tone torso, and then he watched as Harry undid his slacks in a hurry, pushing them over his hips as he left red boxers on. The dark-haired wizard sat up to slide them over his knees, and then he reached out and grasped the blond around the back of his neck, and tugged him forward to meet his lips as he kicked them off the rest of the way.
Draco's lips curled up slightly as he nudged Harry back down, their tongues meeting, and he hummed at the flavor of the wizard on his taste buds after two torturous weeks. Heated hands slid down his back, and he pulled back to murmur, "I've missed you." He began to place kisses along the wizard's jawline. "So much," he whispered silkily into his ear.
Harry nodded as lips began to trail down his neck slowly. "I missed you too."
Draco found himself once more hovering just over the wizard's collarbone, his mouth opening, and a stilted breath escaped his lungs as he barely resisted closing the gap another time with aching teeth. The wizard groaned under him and arched his neck up - supple skin meeting sharp canines.
Grey eyes widened, darkening as the blond's teeth rested against skin that seemed to want their touch as much as they wanted its. He held perfectly still - and his tongue dipped down of its own accord, tasting the skin, checking, and his eyes turned a pitch black, his thoughts following suit, when it confirmed the taste of his intended mate, a noise rumbling in Harry's chest that echoed throughout his entire body. And then a numbness began to slowly take over his teeth, starting at the top and coating with a special kind of venom, and his breaths grew shorter as a small portion of his mind began to fight to make sense. What was he thinking?
Draco jerked back to find himself looking down into hooded green eyes.
"Draco..." Harry said, blinking a few times, as he tried to focus on the blond hovering over him. He frowned slightly when he met fully black orbs. "Are you all right?" He reached up a hand and touched the wizard's neck out of habit, and black eyes fell shut, the blond dipping his head and hiding his face in the crook of Harry's neck as a current passed between the two wizards for the third time that night, feeling somehow more necessary with each time.
"I'm okay. Just thirsty," Draco lied as he struggled to gather himself. He felt the hand on his neck slide down to his shoulder, and then it began to trail along his side carefully, and he breathed in slowly, willing the Gryffindor's scent and touch to relax him instead of wire him up more.
He nuzzled into wild raven locks, avoiding tempting skin below, and then he felt fingertips dip in to slide down the plane of his stomach and over the front of his black silk pajamas. "Harry," he murmured, pressing into the touch slightly, and the wizard seemed to take that as encouragement, slipping under the silky material in search of skin that was even silkier.
Draco's breath hitched when the wizard's hand found purchase, fingers slowly wrapping around, and he groaned in bliss as they began to move, sliding over him a few times before stopping. "What the hell, Potter," he growled.
Harry laughed, and he gave Draco a small squeeze that had him letting out an 'ah' and his hips shifted forward.
Draco bit down on his entire lower lip as he pulled hips back and then rolled them forward again, the hand tightening around him, and he groaned a laugh as he began to move with more coordination. "Fuck Harry, that's nice," he said appreciatively, and he kissed the wizard's ear as his hips sped up, keeping teeth from wandering.
"You can if you want to, you know," Harry said in a rough voice, and then he tilted his head to the side. "I don't mind."
Draco held aching teeth in check as he pulled back a little to study the offered gift with dark grey eyes, his hips slowing but the hand around it tightening. His tongue darted out to wet red lips, his heart thumping insistently. "Are you offering yourself as a snack, Harry?" he asked, his tone more quiet than teasing.
Harry swallowed hard, and he let out a tight laugh, nodding minutely. "Yeah. I guess so."
Draco's eyes slipped shut, and he sped up his thrusts, trying to distract himself, because he wanted more than that at the moment. But he couldn't ask for it. "I shouldn't." A hand grasped the side of his neck and guided him down, stopping when his teeth were hovering just over warm skin.
"I want you to," Harry said, voice like gravel as he held willing canines too close, wanting the blond's teeth on his neck, and possibly something more that he couldn't vocalize, because it was stuck somewhere between his lungs and his lips, his brain refusing to help out. So he forced out what he could: "Bite me, Draco."
And then Draco's mind clicked shut, or open, he couldn't tell which, as his burning teeth pressed to deliciously thudding skin - and sunk down - and in.
Harry gasped, and Draco groaned as the wizard's blood began to spill into his mouth and over his tongue, coating it completely, and his hips began to move of their own accord as he sucked on the bite marks, drawing the hot savory liquid more quickly.
"Fuck," Harry cursed, his free hand grasping a fistful of silky blond locks as sharp teeth held him in place, and then a low noise sounded in the back of Draco's throat as he sped up his hips - finishing all over the Gryffindor's hand and stomach at the same time a familiar numbing began to race down his teeth - reaching pierced skin below just before he jerked back sharply.
Harry stared up at the wizard with wet red lips parted, grey eyes wide, his chest heaving. Something feeling very different. He felt different. "Did you just...?" He lifted a hand to his oddly throbbing neck, but Draco's hand shot out and grabbed it.
"Sorry," Draco breathed the wholly inadequate apology as he studied the skin that was still pushing blood to the surface, not able to look away or think properly, and he dipped down slowly until he was puffing cool air on the area that was wet with blood... and his mating venom. Harry's breath was choppy in his ear as his mouth opened, and he slid his tongue along the warm skin on instinct, lapping at the two bite marks, cleaning the area gently. Harry arched his lower body up tensely under the touch.
"I'm so sorry, Harry," he said again, softly, "I didn't mean to," and then he ran his tongue along the skin once more, eliciting a gasp from the wizard beneath him as it sealed shut unexpectedly with a tingling sensation.
"No. No, it's okay. Don't apologize," Harry said, his heart hammering inside his chest, disagreeing with his words - because something didn't feel quite right, but then again he didn't know how being mated was supposed to feel - and then before he could say anything else Draco was pressing red lips fervently to his collarbone and then his chest and down his stomach, and the dark-haired wizard was nodding adamantly when they lingered just above his waist line, placing heated open-mouthed kisses to the skin below his navel as if they were waiting for something. "Please," he said and then groaned when lips complied, wrapping around him and clearing his thoughts for the moment.
Draco sat with lips pressed tightly together on the edge of crisp white sheets, his head swimming and making him feel like he might fall over.
"How have you been feeling lately, Mr. Malfoy?"
The blond cleared his throat silently. "I feel fine." He was met with lifted brows and pursed lips. He closed his eyes, and gave his head a minute shake before meeting the mediwitch's gaze again. "I've been a little more tired," he admitted to stop the questioning, full denial would only encourage more digging.
Madam Pomfrey stood in front of the locked cupboard, her sharp gaze not softening, and she made her way over to the blond.
Draco clenched fingers into starched sheets as irritation crawled up his throat at the delay of his satiation, the mediwitch stopping in front of him, and she began to wave her wand over him.
"How long has this been going on?"
"Two days," he bit out. Almost black eyes slid closed, Draco fighting the urge to lash out at the witch lest he draw more questions. He was fine. He'd admittedly been feeling more rundown since he'd... been with Harry, but he was fine.