THE ELF PRINCE'S MATE
AUTHOR: fantasylover12001
RATING: hard R (for this chapter and probably onwards)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own HP or any of it's characters, just this AU plot.
PAIRING: Draco/Harry. Also Ron/Hermione, Seamus/Dean, Lucius/Narcissa.
SUMMARY: Life goes on in the palace after all the soldiers leave. Draco continues his duties as the acting King and Harry tries to help him as best he can.
AUTHOR NOTES: Not much plot development in this chapter, just lots of fluff between Harry and Draco. But I'm sure no one will have a problem with that ;smirk;
I was torn about taking the err heavy love scene because it kind borders on NC-17 to me...but it doesn't go into total detail and they don't go all the way. Plus I've seen a lot racier stuff on this site so I left it in. I'll just say it's very hard R. Please no one report me saying it's NC-17. I don't want to get this fic erased. I don't have any back up files, they got deleted somehow.
Also someone in the reviews (don't remember your name, sorry) mentioned that kings probably wouldn't go off into battle, instead they'd just stay in the castle. Well, I honestly don't know if that's the case in real life, I don't really know much about how the royal family thing works (ignorant american, party of one ;smirk;) lets just say that the Malfoys aren't your typical royal family. Or that this is how it's done in this particular universe.
CHAPTER 11: TAKING CARE OF THE PRINCE
From the journal of Harry Potter:
August 30th,
The king and all the soldiers have been gone almost two weeks. All ready I can sense the absence.
Poppy and Hermione walk around with glum look on their faces and Severus's son, Archimedes, isn't his usual chatty self. I can tell he misses his father terribly. Even I have to admit this place doesn't seem the same without his muttering in the background when he restocks the potions.
Hermione consoles herself in her books. She's taken to reading fairytales to her unborn child. I think maybe the happy endings give her hope that Ron will return safely. I suppose whatever gives her a piece of mind is helpful.
The Queen is...different. She stands tall and carries on like usual but there's just something about her that gives you the sense that she's sad and waiting for the King to return.
Then there's Draco.
With his father gone he's taken over his duties and seeing to the training of the new soldiers that just arrived. They're running him around so much that he barely has time to eat. Sometimes he forgets about meals altogether and his mother or I have to remind him. The King was right, he IS a workaholic.
I've done what I can to try and get him to relax but the elf is bloody stubborn. He insists that I get sleep but then when he thinks I'm asleep he'll use a magic light rock and work on a document of some kind or review notes about the war. Then he has circles under his eyes in the morning.
I'm at my wits end really. I'm afraid he'll collapse one day from exhaustion.
I've talked to the Queen...I mean Narcissa, about the problem. She told me last week to call her Narcissa and I'm still getting used to it. She gave me advice but I'm not sure if I can do it. Basically she told me to seduce Draco.
But I have no idea where to begin! I've never flirted which looks even more ridiculous in writing then when I say it out loud but it's true. Before when I had minor crushes I just acted like normal around the people I had the crushes on. THEY might have thought I was flirting but really I wasn't.
Besides what on earth would I do with him after I "seduced" him? I've never had sex before and I'm honestly not sure I'm ready for it. Though I am ready to do a little more then kissing. Maybe I can find a middle ground between the two...if there is such a thing in sex.
I'll just have to do what I can and hope I don't royally screw things up.
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Draco jerked awake and grabbed the hand that barely touched his shoulder before he remembered where he was. Harry yelped in surprise in response.
The Prince blinked at his mate and then apologetically kissed the hand he grabbed. "Sorry."
Harry smiled warily at him when his hand was released. "It's all right. It's time to get up anyway." Then he quietly disappeared to let Draco get dressed.
Waking up in Harry's bed was not uncommon occurrence. The only way he could spend time with his mate anymore was if he visited for dinner and worked on the things he needed to at Harry's desk. Now he usually ended up crawling into bed after his mate had long since fallen asleep and just holding him until he himself finally fell asleep.
These days that was the only time he felt at ease. With his father gone the council became more disruptive and some days the only thing that got done was a good dose of arguing that got to be repetitive. Then he had to make sure the new soldiers were being trained properly and efficiently. When he wasn't in meetings he was going over documents that needed his approval or signing things for the war. There were times when due to his schedule he had to skip some meals altogether.
This day, unfortunately, was no exception.
The first meeting of the morning was with the officials involved in the war. Some were with his father but Neville Longbottom, Theodore Nott, and Cornelius Fudge were still there. Fudge remained unusually silent during the meeting which made Draco nervous. Ron was still convinced that he was the traitor and Draco was starting to think the redhead might be on to something. But he was still keeping his mind open, he had since employed royal spies to follow all the suspected traitors for the past few weeks. They were to report to him before his father reached Hufflepuff's capital next week. Hopefully when they gave the report they would know who the traitor was.
After that meeting he went over papers and signed the necessary documents that would supply the needed materials for the war. And went over several proposed laws with a critical eye. There was a brief break for lunch and then back to more documents. A long meeting with the council was next where he made the mistake of opening up the floor for any pressing business. He had momentarily forgotten that politicians had different ideas then he about what was pressing business.
As a result he didn't get out of there until around eight at night.
It was even worse when he realized he had more documents to go over that night as he headed for Harry's quarters. 'So much for just cuddling tonight' he thought forlornly as he knocked on his mate's door.
The prince was surprised however when he walked through the door and found a dinner laid out for two on the table. A delicious looking dinner that he recognized as Harry's cooking because his mate had a dish of his special soup on the table. None of the servants knew how to make that. It had quickly become one of his favorite dishes when he had stayed in Surrey.
"Harry?" he called out when he didn't see his mate around.
"Hi," his mate's voice came from the door to his bedroom. He turned to face Harry and stopped at the sight of his mate. Harry had obviously just showered because his hair was still a little wet and flat for once. He wore crisp black slacks tucked into black boots and a burgundy shirt that hugged his slim figure very nicely in the prince's opinion. Draco couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight and his manhood gave an appreciative twitch in his pants.
"You look nice," he said, hoping that Harry didn't notice the husky tone in his voice.
His mate blushed and fiddled with the cuffs of his shirt. "I look the same as always."
Draco smiled softly. "Yes, I suppose you do." After all, Harry always looked nice to him.
Then the prince turned and looked at the dinner. "You know you didn't have to cook dinner. I could have had a meal brought here."
Harry shrugged. "I felt like cooking."
"Hmm..." Draco said neutrally. His mate had a nervous air about him and he couldn't figure out why. Harry had grown comfortable around him a long time ago or so he thought. He decided to put his mate at ease. "Well, the meal look delicious so why waist time letting it cool?"
When Harry smiled at him Draco silently willed himself to not jump the other man.
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From the journal of Harry Potter:
September 2nd,
I couldn't do it.
I chickened out.
I am SUCH a coward. It's not like Draco finds me ugly or anything. I'm also fairly certain he'd be willing to take the relationship a step further. I just...chickened out at the last minute.
Last night I made dinner for the first time in awhile. I've gotten spoiled by all the cooks in the kitchens who are always happy to give a free meal to anyone. Thanks to them I've had to do little cooking since I came here. Luckily cooking isn't a skill that really goes away so I was able to cook a decent dinner.
After I finished cooking and setting the table I cleaned up a bit because I had gotten my previous clothes dirty while working in the infirmary (a soldier had gotten a nasty sword wound during training) and cooking the meal (I don't have an apron at the moment).
Then Draco arrived when he usually does. I was fine until he came. I saw him and I just felt nervous. I've NEVER felt that nervous in my life. Not even when I finally stood up to my uncle or when I had my first kiss. I practically babbled throughout the whole dinner. Then I insisted on doing the dishes even though Draco offered to do them.
When I came back to the living room he was already working on his papers on the couch.
I sat on the other side of the couch and tried to read for awhile but finally gave up. I tried to start a million conversations but talking to Draco when he's working is sort of useless because he gets so focused on it. Which is not a bad thing but he gets so focused that he forgets about meals entirely sometimes. Hermione says he's always been like that ever since she met him.
So I finally ended up just laying down on the couch and resting my head on his lap. He didn't seem to mind it, he even rested one hand on my hair after awhile. It felt nice.
But that wasn't what I wanted to DO!
I wanted to get him to STOP WORKING for ONE NIGHT.
What kind of mate am I when I can't even manage THAT?
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Hermione Granger-Weasley couldn't help but smile as Harry paced back and forth in her quarters ranting about how he blew it last night
"I'm sure it wasn't that bad, Harry," she said in slight amusement.
Her friend blinked. "All right, no it wasn't. He kissed me before we went to bed. That was nice."
The elf shook her head when a dreamy look came over her friends' face. It was pretty obvious to her that Harry was now completely smitten with the prince. She wondered if Draco had realized it yet. Knowing him, probably not. As intelligent as the prince was he was bit thick when it came to emotions like love.
"Harry, you're just going to have to be more direct next time."
"Direct?" he looked at her questionably.
"The next time he gets caught up in his work just go up to him. Take the papers and whatever else he might be holding and kiss him. Soon he'll forget about work."
Harry looked at her doubtfully. "Draco? Forget about work? Somehow I doubt that could ever happen."
Hermione shrugged. "All right, not completely forget it, but at least put it aside for awhile."
"I don't know...I'm not exactly experienced about things like that," Harry said sheepishly. "That was my problem last night."
Hermione hesitated and then went over to one of the many bookshelves in the Weasley's living room, pulled out a book slightly hidden away, walked back over to Harry, and then handed it to him. He looked at it in confusion, wondering why on earth Hermione was giving him a book now of all times. Then he saw the title and what kind of book it was and goggled at it and then Hermione.
She shrugged at his incredulous look. "Neither Ron or I knew what we were doing when we first bonded. So I bought that to be a little prepared. Most of it's for men and women but there is a section or two in the back strictly for males who are together."
Harry looked at the book warily. "Thanks, Hermione. I think."
Hermione just smiled in return. Her grin grew wider when Harry curiously turned the book to the back section. 'Draco's not going to know what hit him' she thought with smirk.
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Draco let out a long sigh and massaged his temple as he looked down at the new proposed law. 'What was this for again?' He thought as he stared blankly down at the paper. He was using Harry's desk again. Though it had sort of become both of theirs since he took over his fathers duties. Somehow his favorite quill and ink bottle had ended up finding their way here along with several of his reference books on laws and folders full of papers. The only thing that indicated that this was also Harry's desk were the healer reference books next to his books.
He'd have to apologize to his mate for this, he thought. He'd also have to make up for ignoring Harry a bit lately. 'I'll make it up to him as soon as this damn thing is taken care of' he vowed.
Rubbing his temple once more, the Prince sighed and went back to work.
dmHP
Harry leaned against the door frame to his bedroom and frowned at Draco who was scratching away at some paper. The Prince had been working ever since they had dinner earlier that night. He had long since put on his pajamas and now at one in the morning Draco was still working.
It was time for an intervention on his part. This time he was actually going to go through with it too.
Taking a deep breath he walked up behind Draco and gently placed his hands on Draco's shoulders. He noted with exasperation that they were tense again.
"Shouldn't you be in bed, Harry?" Draco asked, never taking his eyes off the paper in front of him.
"Shouldn't YOU?" Harry retorted, squeezing the shoulders underneath his hands.
He could sense Draco was smiling even though he couldn't see the Prince's face. The elf reached up and drew Harry's left hand to his lips and lightly kissed the back of the smaller hand. "I wish I could, darling. But I have to finish this by the end of the weekend."
"Surely you can at least get a good night's sleep and work on it later."
Draco shrugged. "I could. But I find if I leave work unfinished then I think about it all night and end up tossing and turning. So it's best to just have it done before hand."
"Makes perfect sense," Harry muttered.
Draco sighed and turned the chair around so he was facing Harry. "You have a problem with my work ethic, Harry?"
The man sighed. "No, I think it's very admirable. I just think you're working a bit too hard. You can take the night off now and then. I'm sure the council would understand you wanting to get eight hours of rest."
Draco gave him a sardonic look. "You clearly don't know royals that well."
'This isn't working' Harry thought. 'I guess it's time.'
The Prince started to turn his chair around but Harry grabbed the arms of it to stop him and leaned over him before he could. Draco gave him a questioning look and without saying a word Harry fastened his mouth over the elf's.
Draco was still at first. Probably from surprise because it was rare when Harry initiated a make-out session. But he soon started to participate and eagerly slid his tongue into his mate's mouth and explored it. Harry wound his arms around Draco's neck and straddled himself on the Prince's lap.
Draco couldn't help but start at this. But he hardly protested. Instead he growled into their kiss and wrapped his arms possessively around the human's slim waist, pressing him closer up against his chest. They finally parted for air and Draco started to reverently kiss up and down Harry's neck causing the other to close his eyes happily.
Harry was in complete bliss. He wasn't even really aware of what he was doing only that it felt wonderful. Blindly he fumbled for the buttons on Draco's white shirt and began to undo them causing his mate to pull back in slight surprise. Harry smiled up at him shyly and then undid the last few buttons of the shirt. He could feel gray eyes on him when he looked down and then slid the shirt off of Draco's broad shoulders which felt powerful under his hands.
A calloused hand cupped his chin and forced him to look up at his mate. Draco studied him for a few moments almost as if he were searching for something. Harry met his gaze but also leaned into the hand, loving the warmth of it. The Prince smiled softly at the action and began to stroke his cheek with his thumb.
"What is this, Harry?" he asked softly.
"Isn't it obvious?" he answered quietly.
That seemed to satisfy Draco because the next thing he knew he was being yanked forward up against Draco's hard chest and getting kissed hungrily. Harry couldn't help but groan when he felt those wonderful hands move up under his thin pajama shirt and run up and down his spine. He finally got frustrated and pulled himself back enough to pull it off himself and pressed himself back against Draco, delighting at the warmth and friction that two bare chests being pressed together caused.
'How on earth could I have been nervous about THIS?' he thought absently as he nuzzled Draco's chest lightly while the elf was preoccupied with his neck again. The two had very different physiques. Draco was tall with smooth pale skin that was almost like porcelain. The only rough part of him was the soft blond hairs splashing along his chest and the callouses on his hands that came from handling weapons most of his life. Thanks to his training his body was pure muscle with not an ounce of fat on it.
Harry on the other hand was rather short, only coming up to Draco's shoulder. He had muscles from lifting things a lot but mostly they were on his arms. He had always been slim with a small frame. It was something that he often gotten teased for in grammar school. Now though he didn't mind it so much. He fit perfectly in Draco's arms because it after all.
He was startled out of his silent comparing when Draco suddenly grasped his thighs and with a soft grunt stood up and maneuvered Harry's legs so they wrapped tightly around his waist, then he braced a hand on Harry's bottom and wrapped an arm around his waist.
They stayed like that for a little, looking at each other. Harry probably should have been worried about Draco dropping him but somehow he wasn't. He felt completely safe even though his feet were off the ground. He could feel the muscles on Draco's back move under his hands as the elf held him firmly against him. The sensation made his insides quiver.
Draco pressed his forehead against Harry's and whispered softly, "Bedroom?"
That made him pause and realize what exactly he was about to do. Some of his nervousness came back. "I...I'm not ready to completely bond. Can we just..." he was silenced by a soft kiss.
"I know you're not ready," Draco said calmly. "We can go however far you want to go to tonight."
Somehow that made all of his nerves disappear and he smiled shyly. "Bedroom, then."
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When Draco had been with others it had been to prove that he had a choice about who he wanted to be with. In his naive sixteen year old mind, having sex with someone else of his own free will proved that he wasn't tied down to some stranger he had never met. He had no idea how deeply elf bonds went back then or how precious they were. Every night after he had sex with someone (mostly humans because most elves refused to have sex with anyone who wasn't their mate) he had been hit with immense guilt. At first this made him angry because it was as though fate had already decided for him and he hated anyone deciding things for him. As he grew older he learned to accept it.
Looking down at Harry, now sprawled out on the bed before him looking up at him in anticipation and adoration he couldn't help but mentally shake his head at his foolish sixteen year old self. How could anyone not want this heavenly creature? He was completely lost and knew it too.
He took his time worshiping Harry with soft kisses. The two had both rid themselves of their pants awhile ago, sometime between going from the living room chair and the bedroom he thought. Harry was exquisite and so beautifully soft, a nice contrast to his own rather hard body. The noises his mate made were intoxicating as well, particularly when he closed his mouth around one of the lovely nipples that stiffened immediately under his tongues' administrations.
Finally he covered Harry completely with his body making sure their mutual erections pressed together. His lover was amazingly responsive to his touch and caught on amazingly fast because the next thing Draco knew he was being rolled over with Harry grinning down at him in mischief.
Draco answered the mischievous grin with a smirk and bucked his hips suggestively. The friction caused both of them to groan loudly. Draco was rewarded by the sight of his mate throwing his head back when he moaned and smiled. He placed hands on Harry's hips and started to buck up his own hips more.
Harry gasped but met each buck with a thrust of his own and soon a steady pace was set until they finally both came loudly and Harry collapsed on Draco's chest.The two lay there panting harshly as the bond consumed them, practically singing with joy.
When he was finally able to speak Draco whispered, "Harry, did you feel that?"
"Yes," his mate answered softly. "Was that?"
"The bond? Yes, it was."
"Wow."
Draco smiled at the awe he heard in his mate's voice and tightened an arm around him. "Wait until we actually complete the bond."
"Mmm." Harry murmured softly. Draco glanced down at him and saw that his eyes were closed.
Suddenly aware of how little sleep he'd been having Draco decided his mate had the idea and closed his own eyes. If anyone had been looking at him while he had slept they would have saw a content grin on his face.
AUTHOR NOTES: Okay, my computer is acting up again. Every time I think I fixed it, something happens. For instance Word Perfect suddenly shuts down JUST AS I'M FINISHING UP THIS CHAPTER AND DELETES THE PART I WROTE! ;coughs; Anyway, I'm just warning you all of this because it'll probably explain why chapters are coming out a little later nowadays despite the fact that I crowed about it being summer vacation.