Welcome my fellow wizards and witches, and other lovely creatures. Lemonade and and pumpkin cookies? Severus has decided to join us once again. He wants you all to know that he has no interest in the proceedings, or in socializing, and is simply waiting until Draco needs to speak with him. He prefers we all think of him, as not here.

Malfoys Queen- Thanks! Sorry for the extended wait. Glad you liked the POV. Here's more of Draco's naughtiness, just for you.
Crowley Black- Thank you! Yes I was feeling a bit evil, to channel Draco and all. I blame him, because I know he would not hesitate to blame me. Oh lovely! Charming as ever, Draco- he just called me a dopey cow.Anyway, do allow us both to try to make it up to you!
LeMoN-LiCkEr-69- Thank you so much! You are most kind to continue putting up with me!
moonstar-dust- Sorry! Will torture Harry and not my readers for a while. Lol- I LOVE PUNS! Thanks!
draco-is-a-hottie- Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it. I'm fond of Draco too, and have no idea why. Then again, Nellie was the only good thing I remember from watching Little House on the Prairie. (Too bad Draco is so clueless when it comes to muggle references.)
TAFFY'S BUMMBULBEE - Thanks and welcome! So happy you are enjoying it so far!

For all my reviewers, except Severus, who isn't here, but was kind enough to suggest that the best cure for my writing would be the drinking of poison, I give you:

Unity

Part Fifteen

Dragon Slaying

Harry learned the meaning of excruciating ecstasy, enduring the hot wet velvet tortures of Draco's merciless mouth. Completely unable to come, he was more than thoroughly tongued, sucked, swallowed, and treated to a hummed rendition of the Slytherin house song. He would never hear that song again without blushing. Despite all that, the torment did not stop. As time wore on, Draco became more wickedly creative.

Harry heard himself screaming. Occasionally coherent thoughts coalesced out of the boiling hell of his senses, simple ideas like, fuck, god, and please. He wasn't sure whether or not any of these thoughts ever solidified into words, or whether they rose like cauldron smoke expanding into an unknowing universe.

When Draco climbed up to check on him, Harry was hyperventilating, sweaty, shaking, achy from twitching. Draco rolled over next to him.

"Up there, Harry," he said pointing at Harry's reflection, "just look at how beautiful you are."

Harry could not make sense of the words, never mind focus on the enchanted ceiling, or something specific reflected in it.

Harry made a sound that wasn't much more than a whimper.

Draco seemed to take it as a form of agreement, and rolled on top of him, straddling him, stroking him, kissing him. Harry's mouth was dry and hot. His tongue felt like unicorn hide leather, now illegal but still popular among some wealthier families. A definite turn on, as far as Draco was concerned. He conjured a glass of water, anyway, and transferred the water sip by sip, in kisses to Harry's mouth. When Harry had swallowed most of it, Draco banished the glass.

"I want you inside me, Harry," Draco whispered in his ear.

"Oh please! I just need to come," Harry managed to croak out. His throat was no longer dry, but still hoarse from all his impassioned screaming.

"I will let you come, all in good time. Accio almond oil!"

The bed opened enough to allow a small bottle in and closed again.

"Won't this hurt?"

"A little at first. Then the body adjusts. If it didn't feel great, after that, no one would do it. Well, I certainly wouldn't."

Draco slathered oil on Harry's cock and poured more oil to prepare himself. Harry thought watching Draco finger fuck himself had to be the most erotic thing he would ever see, until he watched Draco positioning himself over his cock. Draco's smile was beatific as he pushed down, taking Harry into him, past his tight slick sphincter. He started to rock and gyrate slowly, applying more of his weight, until he enveloped Harry completely.

Harry never imagined anything comparable to the heat, pressure and intimacy of being inside Draco's body. Draco leaned in and kissed him passionately. Harry did not want him to move. He wanted to stay just like this, buried in Draco, kissing him, forever. For the first time, he really appreciated Draco's semponecto durus spell. He was absolutely sure he could never have made it this far without it. Draco took his mouth away and whispered in Harry's ear,

"What you feel, is what I will feel, when I'm inside of you. Then you'll feel what I feel now. Watch me, Harry. Watch how good your cock makes me feel."

Harry realized there wasn't much else he could do, except feel and watch Draco's luridly exotic dance. Draco fucked himself, gracefully and slowly, then deliberate and grinding, now hard and fast. He alternated rhythms and angles so that his every movement, each plunge and pull, used Harry's cock most effectively to pleasure his prostate.

When Draco could feel that he was getting close, he cast the spell to lift semponecto durus, then set his wand down and fell forward onto his hands in a punishing pace. "Oh," Draco said, as if he were in the middle of a lengthy conversation, then without so much as touching his own cock, he spilled his excess of pleasure onto Harry's stomach. Draco's constrictions kneading him threw Harry over the edge to an orgasm that fell off the map of his previous experiences. It started somewhere in his gut and burst though every nerve and sinew in his enraptured body, causing him to spasm and jerk like a cruciatus victim. Colors danced behind his eyelids. A low roar in his head grew gradually louder, until it was deafening.

The next thing Harry knew, his arm and legs were free. Harry lifted a hand, and let it drop with a thud onto the bed. He opened his eyes, smiling dreamily. Narcissa Malfoy and a nude Draco were standing over him. Harry paled, and pulled the sheet currently covering him below the waist, up over his chin.

"How do you feel, Harry?" Narcissa asked, looking far too amused, for Harry's comfort.

Harry felt filthy and caught in the act. He couldn't imagine why Narcissa wanted to know. Did she always inquire as to the state of her guests sexual satisfaction? Was it a hobby of some kind?

"Fine. Thank you for asking."

"I'll just leave Draco to look after you, then. Do send another house elf if you need me."

When Narcissa closed the door behind her, Harry was thoroughly confused and said,

"Why was your mother here?"

"You don't remember?"

"Well, I remember you binding me and fucking me into oblivion."

"Look around Harry," to illustrate the point, Draco held up a metal scale. "You broke my fucking bed!"

"What? How?"

"I don't know. It did worry me, which is why I summoned an elf to find my mother."

"Sorry."

Draco dropped the scale onto the carpet and climbed back into bed next to Harry.

"Doesn't matter," Draco said softly, wrapping his arms around Harry, "The bed will heal. Supposedly centuries ago some wizard named George cut the head off this bed. It wasn't as clever at being protective back then, more like an ordinary dragon, you understand. The head grew back."

"Are you talking about St. George and the Dragon?"

"Some saint, he wasn't the sharpest athame at the altar."

"What happened?"

"What do you think? My ancestor climbed out of bed and decapitated him. It was just a stupid joke that started the whole thing. George would have made a fine Gryffindor. He overheard some other wizards kidding about how many virgins got sacrificed to Malfoy's dragon, and decided-

"No, look. I don't care. I mean how did I do this? Was there a flash? Merlin, Draco! Were you injured?"

"I'm fine. You came; the bed exploded; you passed out, or fell into a coma, or slept, or something. It's hard to tell the difference with you. That's about all I can tell you."

"I don't know what I did. I remember coming. It was phenomenal. I'm really sorry about your bed. Do you think reparo would help?"

"I think we should just leave it. I guess I could transform something else in here into a bed. I do think we should have more sex, immediately, just to determine if it was an isolated incident or whether you will have a similar reaction."

Harry dragged a pillow over his face. "More sex! Right now? You are trying to kill me!"

Draco pulled the pillow away, and hit him with it.

"Don't be such a great weepy infant! You should be worshipping at my feet right now for giving The Boy Who Lived, The Orgasm That Broke The Bed! Don't think I'm not jealous. You owe me for this. At very least, I am now entitled to all the pleasures that your virgin arse can provide me. I do expect payment on demand, by the way."

"Draco, your mother, she didn't see me naked. Did she?"

"You really have to get over this idea that nudity is a cause for shame. You have a beautiful body- even Narcissa thinks so."

"What!"

"Calm down! She was only checking you out, for injuries and such."

Harry pulled another pillow over his face, "Oh Gods! You didn't tell her how it happened?"

"No, I told her we were having a game of naked exploding snap. Of course, I told her. It was key to the event, Harry."

"Oh no! What did she say?"

"You probably don't want to hear her exact reaction. Basically, she doesn't understand how it could have happened either. Perhaps we should ask Severus."

"Snape? No! What is it with you? What happened to Draco 'I don't name names, don't talk about sexual encounters' Malfoy?"

"Bit different, isn't it? None of my other sexual encounters blew apart indestructible objects. Anyway, Severus Snape wouldn't -want- to know about our sex life- so he's the perfect choice for someone to tell about it."

"Sex and Snape shouldn't even be in the same sentence!"

Suddenly, a scale flew off of the floor, and reattached to the bed.

"There, you see. The bed should be good as new in a day or two. We could even sleep in it while it is repairing. I'm going to talk to Severus about training tonight. I'll ask him about this then. Of course if you are going to make a habit of orgasmic destruction, maybe I should turn something of yours into a sex bed. What would you suggest? Shall I just pick something?"

to be continued