A/N: Hello again everyone! Glad to see you're all anxiously awaiting this chapter, and I do think you will all be very pleased (at least I hope so!). I've gotten great feedback from everyone on how they're enjoying the different take on the veela story plot. I know a few of you commented on how Harry should really be the dominate one, but while writing this, neither of the boys really wanted that. You'll see what I mean while you read.
Warning: This story is rated R for a reason. It hasn't seemed like it up till now, but this chapter is one of the reasons for the R rating. There's foul language and sexual situations in this chapter, so if that kind of thing greatly offends you, don't read. Also, definitely slash runs rampant in this chapter, so don't read if that sort of thing offends you. Please, take the R rating seriously; I don't want to be blamed for anyone stumbling across something offensive. Just giving everyone a fair warning.
Disclaimer: The characters all belong to J.K. Rowling, and the lyrics from the Phantom of the Opera belong to Andrew Lloyd Webber, and probably some other organizations. No money is being made off of this fic, only a lot of fun.
A/N: Anyway…on to the desired chapter! As always, read and review. I'd love to hear what you think and answer any questions. I'll apologize in advance for any mistakes. It's late, but I thought I'd rather get this chapter out now then spend the next few hours combing through it for errors. Sorry in advance!
Lost Without You
Chapter 4: You Belong To Me
"What you need," Draco said, putting his other hand roughly behind Harry's head, "is some sense to be knocked into you. Now, why the hell is it taking you so long to think about this?"
"I don't…I don't know," he replied, looking down. Why was it taking him so long? He knew there was no other way.
"Look at me, Harry," Draco commanded.
Harry looked up into Draco's eyes. "I know this has to be, but it's just so hard, Draco. What will people say, what will they do? I don't even really know how I feel about this yet. You serve the Dark Arts, and I'm sworn against them. It's just so damned weird. And I really hate the fact that I just have to give in to this, there's no other way."
"You're stubborn, that's it. That's the only real reason, isn't it?" Looking away, Harry shrugged. Growling softly, Draco forced Harry to look at him. "Answer me, Harry."
Harry sighed. "Yes, I'm stubborn."
"Good. I wouldn't my mate to be a weakling, but I always knew you weren't that. We're perfect for each other Harry, don't you see?"
Letting out his breath in a sharp exhale—Gods, this was intoxicating, being so close to Draco—Harry nodded. "But what will people say?"
"Since when has that ever mattered before? Harry, I'm willing to throw away my entire life with my family for this, for you. I feel that this is what I need, that this is truly and beautifully perfect. Your friend Granger does, too, that's why she's been 'on my side.'"
"I know, Draco. I know."
"So? Then what's the problem?" Draco growled.
"It's just…I want you so bad, Draco, I really do. I'm just not used to…well…" he stammered.
"What? Giving yourself what you want?"
"Well, yes, actually. All my life I've been forced to take what I don't want to accept. I had to grow up in that awful household, and now I have to face this prophecy that's probably going to doom me to death, but I take those things because I have too. I'm just not used to actually wanting what's inevitable."
Snaking the hand that was on Harry's jaw around his neck, Draco ran a finger gently down Harry's spine, starting at the top of his hairline. "Harry, do you want this?" Shuddering in pleasure at even the simplest of touches from Draco, Harry could only nod in reply. "Then that's all that matters," Draco said, his other hand running up into Harry's hair. Gently Draco's lips descended on Harry's neck, kissing the other boy's flesh tenderly. He tasted just as wonderful as Draco imagined. When his tongue flicked out to further taste his flesh, Harry moaned in response, his eyes closed to better feel the sensations coursing through his body. Removing his lips from Harry, Draco slowly drew away, leaving only one hand behind his neck. When Harry whimpered when Draco pulled away, Draco grinned wickedly at him, licking his lips seductively. "My my, if you make so much noise so easily, I can't wait to see how you feel when I'm actually trying."
Narrowing his eyes, Harry traced a finger slowly up Draco's chest. When his hand reached Draco's collar, he grabbed a fist full of shirt and yanked him forward. "Stop teasing, Draco," he said, before Draco captured Harry's lips with his own in a fierce, hungry kiss. Crushing each other close, they kissed every inch of available skin. Nipping Harry's neck, Draco smiled to himself. He finally had what he wanted, his Harry.
Looking down on Harry, his smirk widened, brightening his face in a way Harry found absolutely irresistible. "You're mine now, Harry Potter," he said, his eyes shining with lust. He slid a hand up the front of Harry's shirt, running his fingers over the other teen's muscled and well-defined chest. "You belong to me and none other."
"I wouldn't want it any other way," Harry replied, most of his concentration on Draco's fingers, which were tracing small circles from Harry's sternum down gently lower and lower. When Draco lifted the hem of Harry's shirt ever so slightly, and even more tantalizingly caressed the area of Harry's skin below his navel with his tongue, Harry arched his back in response, panting in desire. He roughly buried his fingers in Draco's hair, trying to pull him back up. When their eyes met once again, Harry's now also glittered in possessiveness. "And you do realize, of course, that this means you belong to me, now."
Draco only smiled slightly, and then covered Harry's lips with his own in response. Ever so slowly, Harry extended a hand toward Draco's chest. When he glided a hand up inside Draco's shirt, the other boy could feel Harry's fingers shaking. Pulling away from Harry's lips, he looked down on him. "What's wrong?"
Harry tried to grin reassuringly, "Nothing."
"Bull shit," he replied. Earnestly Draco searched Harry's emerald eyes with his silver orbs. In them, he saw lust, possessiveness, a little bit of love, and fear. He was surprised in spite of himself. The great Harry Potter, afraid? "What are you afraid of, Harry?" he asked bluntly.
"Nothing," Harry said again, cursing mentally. Was he really that much of an open book? Dumbledore could always tell what he was thinking, but he was the only one, Harry had thought.
Draco narrowed his eyes. "Don't lie to me, Harry. Tell me, what are you afraid of?"
Staring into Draco's eyes, Harry bit his lip, and then he sighed in acquiescence. "I'm afraid of this. What if it isn't real? What if I'm just imagining all this? It's just too good, and strange, to be true."
Cocking his head to the side, Draco thought for a moment. Gods, he was even more attractive when he was showing human emotion, showing trust in Draco to confide in him his fears. Shoving Harry roughly down on the desk, Draco climbed on top of him, the breath leaving Harry's lungs in a gust of wind at the sudden severe treatment. Biting, kissing, licking, Draco felt over every inch of Harry with his mouth, his hips grinding against Harry's. Pulling away sharply, Draco propped himself up on his elbows. "What can I do to prove myself to you, Harry?" he asked to the panting boy beneath him.
Knocking Draco's elbows out from under him, he fell sharply on Harry, his ear close to Harry's mouth. "Fuck me," Harry whispered heatedly in Draco's ear. Never usually so straightforward or vulgar, Harry himself had no idea what even prompted that response. Perhaps it was because this just felt so right, and he felt like he just had to feel Draco inside of himself to prove that this was happening. And then there was that pulling presence that had never let up on Harry, even during this emotional exchange. If anything, it had steadily increased.
Draco felt his stomach clench in excitement, hunger, lust, heat, and a thousand other emotions at Harry's words. He wanted to, no denying that. He wanted to; he absolutely had to make love to Harry Potter, as if his life depended on it. However, he wanted to prolong the feeling, the moment. Biting Harry's neck, he murmured in his ear, "Soon, Harry, soon. Now, though, let's go to dinner."
Worried, Harry tried to clutch Draco close without appearing afraid. Why not now; why later? Draco could almost see the words flit across Harry's face. Lifting himself up on Harry's chest, he reached out a hand towards the other boy's black locks. Slowly twirling a finger in his hair, Draco murmured soothingly to Harry. "After dinner, I promise. We'll go back to my room, Harry, and I'll finish making you mine. We need our nourishment, though…I have a feeling it's going to be a long night," he finished, his pink tongue ever so slightly coming out to lick his teeth, making Harry shiver in excitement.
"That sounds worth it," Harry agreed.
Sliding off the desk, Draco extended a hand to help Harry off, too. "Believe me, it will be a night you won't soon forget. Let's go eat," he said, leading the way to the Great Hall.
Side-by-side the boys entered the hall, and Draco turned to Harry. "Meet me here after you finish," he said, and then turned to walk towards the Slytherin table.
When Harry sat down next to the two lovebirds that were Ron and Hermione, they both looked at him curiously. "Wow mate, you look thoroughly snogged," Ron said, while at the same time Hermione said, "Did you talk things out with Draco?" Scooping food on his plate, Harry avoided looking in his friend's eyes. Although Draco might not be afraid of what others would say, Harry was still unsure as to how Ron would take it.
Ignoring Ron's question, he answered Hermione's. "Uhm, yeah, I had to talk to Draco about Potions the other day. We have to meet again later," he said, kicking Hermione lightly under the table. She wasn't dense, and she got the hint quite quickly. Turning to Ron, she said, "Yes, Harry is starting to take that class seriously finally. You could take a hint from him you know, Ron."
"Don't nag," he told her, kissing her lightly on the check.
"Honestly Ron, I never nag. If you're good, I'll help you on your homework tonight, dear."
Quirking an eyebrow, Ron winked at Harry. "Of course, 'Mione. Homework will be done."
Consuming his meal quickly, Harry couldn't help but glance about every other second over at Draco. On the outside, the blonde boy appeared calm, cool, and stoic as usual. Harry could almost sense his anticipation across the Great Hall, though. When Draco yawned, pretending—or perhaps truly—to be bored of his companions, and stood up, Harry followed shortly after. "See ya' guys later tonight," he told Ron and Hermione, making his way quickly to the entrance of the Great Hall.
When he approached Draco in the hall, he didn't know what to say exactly. I mean, in this situation, what did one say? "Oh, so, hey, I'm really horny for you right now." Or maybe something like, "Gods, if I don't get some of you soon, I'm just going to die?" Hmm, as fun as it would be to see Draco's reaction to those words, he decided he would rather not say them. Instead, he just smiled quirkily at Draco, who grinned in response.
"Let's go," he said, turning away, leading the way to the dungeons.
"Uhm, where, though, may I ask?"
"To my room, of course," Draco replied. Harry wasn't usually so dense. Perhaps it was the rush of blood to organs other than brain that was causing this unusual dim-wittedness.
"But, aren't there other boys in your room?"
Draco lifted an eyebrow at Harry. "My dear, do you think I would share a room with someone else? I have my own room."
"Well I would think lots of people would want their own rooms; why do you get one?"
"Because, Harry, I get what I want, always," he replied, making his meaning clear.
Nodding, Harry had to agree. "Fair enough, but…if you don't share a room with anyone, then where the hell does that leave us? Because I really do think I'll be damned if I'm going to fuck you and then leave every night."
Rolling his eyes, Draco reached out a hand to pull Harry close. "Obviously Harry, you are not just 'someone else.'"
"Damn straight," said Harry, nipping at Draco's ear.
Draco lifted his lip in a slight growl in response, kicking the door to his solitary room open. Grasping Harry roughly around the waist, he threw him to the bed, shutting and locking the door behind him. Standing over the bed, Draco looked down at the magnificent body of Harry Potter lying on his bed. Reclining back, Harry had one arm behind his head, the other sprawled uncaringly off the bed. The hem of his shirt was lifted only slightly, and the waist of his pants sagged enough to show a small expanse of tan skin and black, curling hairs. "Fuck Harry," Draco said, feeling the blood throb in his groin.
Breathing heavily, Harry looked up at Draco with a small smirk on his lips.He had never considered himself attractive before. He wasn't exactly ugly, but he never thought the sight of him could do what it was doing to Draco just now. Gently hooking a thumb through a belt loop, Harry pulled the waistline of his pants even lower, teasing Draco.
Curling his lip over his teeth in a werewolf like grin, Draco grabbed Harry's hand away from his pants. "Wait a second, Harry."
Sticking his lip out in a sexy pout, Harry batted his eyelashes at Draco. "I don't want to wait. I want you right now." He extended that hand towards the bulge in Draco's pants, brushing it ever so slightly.
"Gods!" he said, closing his eyes in ecstasy. Shaking his head, he removed Harry's hand and sat carefully on the edge of the bed. "No, I said wait a second. Just listen to me for a second."
Harry pouted again, putting his hands behind his head. "Oh, all right. What is it?"
"If we do this, Harry, there's no going back. This is the point of no return."
Harry started singing darkly to himself, "Past the point of no return, no backward glances. The games we played till now are at an end. Past the point of if or when, no use resisting, abandon thought and let the dream descend. What raging fire shall flood the soul, what rich desire unlocks its door, what sweet seduction lies before us? Past the point of no return…"
Startled, Draco looked down on Harry. "Phantom of the Opera…really Harry. You are ruining the moment."
"No, you are. This is no time for talking Draco, get over here right now and give me what I want…you."
"Just let me finish, and I swear to God if you stick that lip out and pout I'll bite it off," he threatened. "Now, seriously, Harry. There's no 'backward glances' now. If we complete this bond, we'll be connected in a way not even Granger can figure out. I may not like the know-it-all, but she does know it all."
Thoughtful now, Harry pursed his lips. "What do you mean, 'connected?'"
Draco watches Harry's lips with fascination, wondering at all the other things they could do. Blinking, he tried to clear his mind, but it wasn't easy. "We'll constantly be in each other's minds, hearing the other's thoughts, knowing their feelings, sharing their emotions. We can't stay separated for very long, although the exact length of time depends upon the individual. When one of us dies, the other one will, too."
"Draco, I want to share everything with you, give you everything of mine. You can have of me, take all of me that you want, and that goes for my mind, too. But I also have this prophecy to fulfill. I'm not going to live for much longer, I don't think. It's either kill or be killed, and I don't know if I can kill."
Draco reached out a hand to gently caress the side of Harry's face, running a thumb over the other boy's cheekbone. "Harry, you're going to live through the final battle, I know it, trust me. Don't worry about that."
Harry trusted Draco's words for some reason. The rational part of his mind said that he wouldn't live to see 20, but he believed Draco, in spite of, or perhaps because of, the rocky past between the two. "Draco, I want to do this, don't you?"
"Harry, you know I do. As it is now, I don't think I can live without you. I'll stand by your side throughout the fight, Harry, you know I will."
"I know," he replied, those words of Draco's increasing the elation inside of Harry. Perhaps he wouldn't have to love a servant of Voldemort. Maybe, just maybe with a little bit of encouragement and love, Draco could make his way towards the Light with Harry next to him. Harry began to see that although Draco was drop-dead gorgeous, and he had an erection now that was demanding attention, he was starting to love the other boy. Not just lust any more, Harry could feel the love that Draco told him would happen slowly entering the relationship. "You also know, don't you, that I'll always be by your side?"
"Of course. Now…where were we?"
His stomach flip-flopping in anticipation, Harry grinned widely. "Hmm…I don't know."
"My my, how quickly we forget," Draco said, getting up on his knees to straddle Harry. "I think I'll have to teach you a lesson you won't soon forget."
Biting his lip, Harry tried to reach out to force Draco closer to his pulsing erection, wanting, absolutely needing Draco to complete him. "Oh, please, Gods."
Hovering just far enough away from Harry to make the other boy almost convulse in desire, he grinned wolfishly again. "You're going to see that you belong to me, Harry Potter. I want to make you pant, moan, whimper and scream my name."
These words, these feelings were completely alien to Harry, but he relished in every minute, every throbbing second of it. Willingly he relinquished control to Draco and let his passions take him where he wanted. The time for rational thought and worry was far behind the two of them now. Lust, desire, possession, craving, yearning claimed the two teens, guiding them where it willed.
Still teasing Harry, Draco removed every article of clothing on his body slowly and tantalizingly, licking and biting at every sensitive area of skin. "Fuck Draco, Holy Gods," he moaned.
Removing his own clothes, Draco eased himself down on top of Harry, shuddering in pleasure at the feeling of their warm, sweating bodies so close. "That's it Harry, let yourself go." Reaching a hand down below Draco stroked Harry at a maddeningly slow pace.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," Harry moaned even louder.
"Have you ever had sex before?" Draco asked him. When Harry shook his head, Draco almost exploded himself right then. He was going to get to take Harry on the ride of his life, and know that he was the first and only one to get to do this. Grinning widely, Draco grabbed the lube he had bought in anticipation of this moment.
The moment Draco entered Harry, they both experienced a sensation that shattered all bounds of pleasure ever known before. Harry's thoughts crashed into Draco's skull as Draco's mind was suddenly opened to Harry. That pulling sensation released its hold on them both, surrendering them to boundless passion and desire. "Oh my God, Draco!" Harry screamed as Draco screamed out Harry's name. Panting, moaning, sweating, their bodies moved in unison until Harry came with cries of exclamation, shortly followed by Draco. Collapsing down together in a tangle of limbs and sheets, they laid there for awhile, relishing in the cool air that poured into their lungs.
After he could breathe normally again, Harry grabbed one of Draco's fingers, pulling it into his mouth to suck on it slowly. Looking up into his lover's eyes, he thought to himself, I think I'd like to go again. Lifting an eyebrow, Draco smirked at Harry. "I heard that, you know."
Harry had the decency to blush slightly. "Oh, I forgot about that." Gods, I'm an idiot.
"You're not an idiot, Harry. Get up here," he commanded, drawing Harry up to capture his lips in a kiss.
xXxXxXx
The next day Harry strolled through the halls on his way to Defense Against the Dark Arts. His head held up high and radiating confidence and security, Harry was truly a new person, a new man. Up ahead he saw Draco leaning casually against the stone wall of the castle. Coming up close to him, Harry leaned against the wall next to him. "Hey sexy," he said, winking.
Looking down on Harry, Draco curled his lip back in a sneer. "Disgusting," he commented.
Shocked, Harry's mouth hung open. "What?"
"Last night; it was a mistake Potter. You've always disgusted me, you always will. Get away from me."
"But, no, Draco. I mean, I thought we loved…I thought you cared…"
"Hell no, Potter. Get away."
Harry woke up to Draco's lips pressed against his hair in bed shaking and sweating. Scared, he curled closer into the curve of Draco's arm. He had suffered through nightmares of the destruction Voldemort caused and his godfather's death repeated over and over while he was helpless, and for some reason this dream was just as dreadful.
Draco entered Harry's nightmare the same time as Harry did, but he watched it as if it were a movie playing out before him. He saw Harry's dream Draco leaning against the wall and watched the action and dialogue take place before him. He viewed the dream with a strange, morbid fascination that prevented him from waking his partner up. For some reason it gave him a gruesome satisfaction to know that Harry was terrified of being rejected by him. When he heard his dream body tell Potter to get away, Draco woke himself up and pressed his lips to Harry's head.
"Hush Harry, wake up. It's okay," he murmured softly. "Relax," he commanded soothingly.
Harry looked up at Draco's face and sighed contentedly. Obeying his command, Harry relaxed, easing back against the curve of Draco's chest. Letting his breath even out, Harry closed his eyes and inhaled deeply the clean, crisp scent of Draco that pervaded the air. What if his nightmare came true; what if tomorrow Draco ignored him? Unknowingly his body tensed at the thoughts.
When he felt the hard muscles in his grasp tense up, Draco tightened his arms around him. Draco growled softly in his ear, "I told you to relax. I can hear your thoughts, you know."
Turning his head up slightly, Harry kissed Draco tenderly on the lips. "I know," he replied, before settling back down in the protective warmth of his lover's arms. A grin spread across Harry's face when he contemplated the oddness of the situation; not just the fact that he was here in bed with Draco, but the whole situation, mainly the fact that he willingly relinquished control to the other boy. In his head, he heard Draco ask 'why?'
Yes, Harry, why? He asked himself. Thoughts tumbled through his head as he attempted to explain why he wasn't, or didn't even want to be, the dominate partner. When he entered the wizarding world he discovered he was a born leader, even if he didn't want to be. He didn't like to be in charge, really, but he was good at it, even he could admit that. Year after year he had fought back Voldemort. Lives had definitely been lost along the way, but at every fight he had kept his cool and done what he knew he had to do.
Not only could he effectively lead, but he was also a powerful wizard. Another characteristic he didn't like, but had come to accept. Grudgingly he admitted that next to Dumbledore, he was probably the most powerful wizard at this point in time. If he closed his eyes and concentrated, he could feel the magic course through his body, thrumming in his veins. When he got angry, power literally radiated from him in waves. So here he was, the second most powerful wizard submitting to a Malfoy, and doing it gladly.
His whole life he had been forced to make decisions he didn't want to, and he knew that more hard choices were yet to come. In the final battle with Voldemort, it's either kill or be killed. This decision had come easily to him, however. In fact, he never even consciously remembered thinking about it. Draco had simply taken charge, dominated, commanded, and Harry loved every minute of it. He truly felt more human now, being able to relax in at least one part of his life. It didn't make him any less powerful that now, here, in one aspect of his life he wasn't in charge. Actually, Harry thought to himself, the power in him had increased after their lovemaking. Looking inside himself, he saw the chaotic tangled force of his magic beginning to come together. Training and teaching at Hogwarts was slowly getting his magic in order, but this, this thing, with Draco had done for Harry's magic what years of school couldn't do. The magic literally hummed in his bones now, waiting to release itself at Harry's slightest wish. He had always wondered before how he was supposed to defeat the Dark Lord in the final battle. Was he truly the boy in the prophecy, he often thought to himself. He just simply could not grasp the fact that he had the power to save the wizarding, and the Muggle, world. Never before had Harry felt ready to face the challenge of the prophecy. The weight of the lives of so many on his shoulders had always drug him down, but now, he felt elated…and ready.
A thought occurred to Harry. If he now felt ready, after submitting to and completing the bond with Draco, was it possible that this was all meant to be from the beginning? Magical power thrived and pulsed in every fiber of his being now that he had united his soul with Draco's. Maybe he was truly theman the prophecy. Not only did he and Draco complete each other; but their unity gave Harry the strength to literally save the world. Perhaps now, with his partner at his side, Harry would be able to defeat the Dark Lord once and for all, and save the world along with Draco's help.
Draco followed the train of Harry's thoughts, smirking to himself the whole time. He liked being in charge; this worked out very well, indeed. When he felt Harry feel for his own magic, Draco looked inside himself too, surprised at what he found. Not only was his magic much more in order, it was also much stronger then it ever was before. Apparently the magic of the veela bond not only held the two boys together, it served as an amplifier for their own magic. Feeding on their magic, it in turned strengthened it.
The power thrumming through his body, Draco suddenly felt as if it needed a temporary escape. It was like he had all this energy in him to spare, and he needed to get it out now. Looking down at Harry, he found the perfect release for this pent up energy. Gods, I want to fuck you so hard, he thought to himself.
His breath hitching at the other boy's thoughts he heard in his head, Harry looked up into Draco's eyes. "I heard that, you know."
"Good, now get ready because I want to make you scream again for me."
The tone in Draco's voice, and the steamy thoughts of what was about to come, Harry felt himself instantly harden. "Oh, Gods, Draco," was all he could utter before once again the teens succumbed to power and passion.
A/N: What's everyone think? I hope you liked, because it was fun to write! I tried to explain how I felt about a dominate Draco relationship; I hope it all makes sense to everyone. Tell me what you think, please. I'll try to get the next chapter out soon. Btw, if this chapter was too rated R, let me know and I'll back off in the next chapters. If it was just right, though, let me know that, too. Thanks for reading guys!
