DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of its characters. I also do not make any money from this.
WARNINGS: Yaoi (male x male), Yuri (female x female) adult topics, swearing, sexual scenes and violence
PAIRINGS I know of so far: (pairings will be added as they are mentioned in chapters)
Ron x Hermoine, Blaise x Cho, Neville x Ginny, Saito x Draco
This has not been Beta'd.
'text' is thought
"text" is talking
A/N: Sex in this chapter
DragonKnight1775: I have recently gone through my story and done a lot of editing, hopefully ironing out all the confusing parts. Thank you for your review!
XxHushHushxX: Mwahahahaha, he couldn't take it anymore! HarryDraco love!
Hidden Element
Chapter 44: Wanting more
Elementals:
Ice and Void – Draco Malfoy
Fire – Pansy Parkinson
Earth – Blaise Zabini
Nature – Cho Chang
Light – Cherrie Everdeen (OC)
The Forgotten:
Electricity – Saito Blackstar (OC)
Animal – Carsly Hendricks (OC)
Shadow – Alakai Petrovski (OC)
Water - Yasmin DiAngelo
Wind - Miya Hendricks (OC)
Soft, light and just the way he remembered it. Warm tingles and an instant shudder ran through his body all at the same time. One of his hands trailed softly up the tanned neck to cup his check. Harrys hands seemed to pull him just that much closer, before he suddenly found himself at arms length once more.
Harrys breathing had become slightly irregular, a reddish tint to his cheeks. A hand ran through brown hair with a sigh before staring at Draco with an intense look that made the blonde question why he had just been pushed back. He recognized that look; it had been directed at him many times before in the past.
It had taken him by surprise, had angered him and saddened him all at once that there had been a sudden gap between them. He had been pushed backwards with a groan almost the minute their lips had connected. Yet, before he could really think it through, cool hands grasped the sleeve of his shirt and with soft aggression, found himself being dragged up the stairs. No time for words, he was too busy concentrating on his footing and balance.
With a slight flinch and bang, he was lightly pushed inside a doorway, breathing heavily as he turned to witness a second, yet quieter thump of the closing door. Harry, still not speaking, seemed to almost hesitate at the door before he heard the click of a lock.
Looking around finally, he found himself to be in his own room. Draco had been too lost in thought to recognise which area of the hallway Harry had taken him to.
"Harry…."
For the second time that day, he found himself surprised at the way Harry had reacted. Arms surrounded his waist tightly, catching him off guard, soft breathing blew across his neck as Harry buried his head in Dracos shoulder.
"I'm happy. I thought you'd moved on; didn't need me, want me. I'm glad that that wasn't the case."
He slowly lifted his face to stare intently at Dracos pale face.
"You're sure about this?" The blondes face pinched slightly as he took offense.
"Harry James Potter! Why would I spout such mushy sentimentality otherwise?" Harry chuckled softly, and tightened his hold on the blonde.
"I love you too." Dracos face opened instantly in a bloom of emotion, and Harry smiled softly as he saw a completed puzzle before him.
Happy, aglow, healthier than he had seen him since void had become his permanent element. That single smile opened the flood gates, and from there, it had became almost like a rehearsed play.
The way Harry always went for his sensitive neck first, and the way Draco would try to move those lips to his. The soft touch of hands softly ghosting across skin as clothes were removed. Bodies becoming reacquainted with another as harsh breaths and silent moans filled the air.
Hands trailing up Harrys stomach, Draco found his temperature to be an alluring mixture of hot and cold. His heart was pounding at the sensation of being reunited, not just with what made him whole as a person, but what made his bond stronger with Harry.
His back arched as nimble fingers took hold of his cock, stroking softly before he took hold of his own as well, rubbing the two together. Dracos arms flung around Harrys neck, dragging him down for a passionate kiss, tongues twining and bodies straining. His legs spread widely, accommodating Harry more comfortably, the latter couldn't help but groan at the sight. A tan hand caressed a pale cheek lovingly, before pink wet lips turned to the side to lick them. As he started sucking Harrys digits, the brunette had no doubt what it was the blonde wanted.
He had wanted to wait for everything to be sorted out before having sex with Draco (yes, he had thought of all of this in advance), but what better moment was there than now? The suns rays made Dracos hair a fair golden colour, his skin soft like silk and glowing. He was also a man, and at this instance in time, the thought of being inside that gorgeous body, was too much to handle.
"You sure?" Harry asked softly. Draco couldn't help but laugh slightly.
"You've got to stop asking me that! I'm going crazy here!" Hips arched as the same fingers that had once caught snitches, entered him, slowly stretching, not wanting to hurt the blonde anymore than was necessary. Hot, tight, familiar, he instantly knew when Draco was ready.
"Draco…" He had to admit, he hadn't thought he would find the blonde, and even if he had, thought Draco would never forgive him. Would never kiss him or hold him again. Admittedly, when they had met, Harry had that everything would o the way it had, but this proved that Draco was still the same man he had come to love. He bottled up all his stress and confusion till a time it burst out suddenly like a bomb, unable to be held any longer.
The blonde used his hands to hold his kegs up slightly underneath his knees, biting his lip in an attempt to keep his voice down. Harry took his hard member in hand and thrilled in both their groans as he slid it against Dracos anus before entering him slowly.
The feeling was indescribable. It felt all too familiar, yet strangely new. The dull sadness of learning the minute differences in each others bodies only reinforced their energy to learn more about one another once more.
That Draco liked it slower and deeper than before didn't faze Harry, he'd always preferred it anyway. That pale neck, however still arched, hair failing backwards when he hit that spot just right.
Harry liked it more when his breath ghosted past his ear, when the moans were close, it made him more aroused, where previously it would have tickled and he would have laughed it off before continuing.
Although the changes served to show just how much time had passed, neither could find fault in what they found. Rather, the sex seemed all the more better.
Draco could feel his heart beat become more erratic, his breath harsh as his hips jerked up to meet every thrust of Harrys cock.
'Fuck!' Although speech wasn't an ability he was able to use at the present, he couldn't help but think how he'd missed it. Harry had always been in tune with his body, had always known what to do without having to ask. No, it was like they wanted the same thing. Like they were one, as clichéd as it sounded.
Dracos breath hitched and hands clutched tighter than before. Harry smiled softly and leaned forwards to cover his lips. Draco had always been loud; it was probably killing him to keep his voice down. He'd just have to drown Dracos voice with his kisses.
Pressing closer together, hands grasping tightly, the tempo increased, Harry unable to keep the slow tempo any longer, and Draco on the verge of cumming. That soft moan he knew all too well rang loudly in his ears, and he felt his legs stiffen, his hips jerk forwards, couldn't stop and the world seemed to stand still as he came to his climax.
"Harry…" Dracos sudden arms around him buckled his elbows, find himself completely on top of the blonde.
"Stay like this…just for a while…"
Listening to soft breathing and feeling warm skin, the two fell asleep.
When Harry woke up, it was at the pleasant sight of blonde hair in dissary across his chest. He couldn't help but smirk at the sight. Dracos sleeping patterns hadn't changed. He always found himself sprawled on by the pale beauty, one leg across his and head lay on his chest.
It didn't last long however, since the blonde opened his eyes. The slight movement of Harrys arm shifting woke him up.
"I'm a mess aren't I?" Draco groaned, sleepily stroking back his hair in attempts to get it under control. Bed hair was so unbecoming in the morning.
"You look just as beautiful as this morning." He laughed softly.
"You always knew all the right things to say." Draco murmured to himself, still slightly asleep and started finding his clothes which Harry had miraculously scattered around the room. Oh how he hated not having to fold them, but he secretly thought Harry loved to see him walk around naked.
By the time he had dressed and fully awake, he turned to find Harry ready and making up the bed. Old habits died hard it seemed.
"I think I smell something. Dinner perhaps? You ready to go down? Awake yet?"
Draco pouted slightly, but nodded all the same. He opened the door with a light click, and without hesitance, turned to kiss Harry on the lips before exiting the room. He couldn't help but smirk as he heard the brunette follow, only imagining the look on his face.
Harry had been right, yet when it came to food, he always was. Ginny, Ron and Hermoine were seated at the table, Cho and Blaise cooking (thought they'd make a fabulous three course meal) as Pansy set the table around them. That Draco and Harry had entered together was no big deal, all though split up, they did talk every once in a while. That they sat down next to one another was also no cause for alarm. That the temperature was below average was a fact they had now gotten used to, well, almost all of them.
"For starters, leek and potato soup! From scratch!" Cho laughed as she made a big show of her hands towards the food.
"How fancy of you." Draco smirked.
"Fancier than any meal I've ever seen you cook." She smiled back, taking a seat next to her husband.
Harry took a shallow breath and biting his lip slightly, placed his spoon in the bowl. His control of Ice was getting much better, and he was acutely aware of Hermoines glance to ascertain his progress. She nodded to herself and went back to eating.
"Draco, it's not that bad you know!" Ron laughed, gaining a swift kick under the table from his own wife.
"It's great soup!" This only gained a glare from her. Ron shrugged to himself, this was perhaps one of those 'making it worse' situations.
Glancing briefly in between spoonfuls, Harry finally saw the reason for the blondes lack of appetite. The liquid within the bowl had been frozen solid. The blonde gave Harrys bowl a sidelong glimpse, confusion written on his face. After what seemed to be thirty seconds, a soft hand brushed across the table to touch the brunettes bowl gingerly. Once more, the liquid froze up. Harry met shocked eyes, only to have his attention taken away by a soft gasp.
"Did you get it back?" Ginny grinned, happy for the blonde. "I'm so happy for you, Draco!"
There was an exclamation of relief from Blaise, and words of congratulations from the rest of the table. That soon ended, however, when Pansys hand shot out and griped Dracos wrist, forcing his eyes to meet hers.
"It's not yours." Her tone of voice was monotonous. Needing constant heat, she could feel cool presence far more easily than the average human being.
"I'm not sure if you change back to your Icy appearance or not with the return of your gift, but you don't feel cold whatsoever, in fact, you feel warmer than normal."
There were only three people in the room that caught the twitch of the mouth and the slight widening of the eyes before his mask was slammed into place. That was all they had needed to know to figure the situation out in a heartbeat.
"Crap…" Blaise sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Draco…" Pansy whined. "You've just made life so much harder!" Of course, Harry was affronted by the sentence.
"And why is that?" he stated patiently, yet with a slight grit to his teeth. With one word, his expectations of a future together fell apart into a whirlpool of doubt. Right. He'd forgotten all about that one simply destructive fact.
"Saito."
