THE ELF PRINCE'S MATE
AUTHOR: fantasylover12001
RATING: HARD R due to the rather vivid description of sex that Harry gives.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own HP or any of it's characters, that honor goes to JKR who I'm sure is very happy with the money she just made off of HBP. Must be nice to never have to worry about working ever again.
SUMMARY: Draco and Harry bond. I think that's enough of a summary, don't you?
PAIRING: Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermione, Seamus/Dean, and other weird pairings that I'm sure no one has thought of.
AUTHOR NOTES: I have now finished HBP and won't say what I thought of it here, in case anyone hasn't read or finished it yet. If you do want to know what I thought of it, go to my author page and click on homepage. That will take you to my LJ where you can read my reactions to various parts. Thank you all who reviewed! ;hugs her reviewers;
Now, a warning, after this part there will be Mpreg. If that squicks anyone then please just don't read it from here on out and don't give me hell for it. Like I've mentioned before flames will be pointedly ignored or ranted about depending on the mood I'm in. Those who love Mpreg fics and score the internet searching for pregnant!Harry fics (not that I've done that ) please proceed and enjoy:
CHAPTER 14: BONDING
From the journal of Harry Potter:
October 25th
I'm getting married in six days. God that sounds so weird.
It feels even stranger to know that sometime within the next three weeks Draco and I will conceive a child and I'll be pregnant by the end of November.
I've always liked children and have always dreamed of having one of my own. Even if I didn't fall in love with a girl I figured maybe there could be some way the person I fell in love with and I could adopt. Then I met Draco. It's no secret that elves can make anyone pregnant, including men. Ever since I learned of the bond a part of me knew that I would eventually become pregnant. But that's just it. I thought it would be eventually. You know, like three or five years down the road from now. I certainly never expected to have to bear children NOW.
I tried to be upset when Draco told me what the council expected the two of us to do, I really did. But I just couldn't stay upset. He was already upset enough for the both of us. The thing with Draco is that he hates breaking his promises. He promised that he would wait before bonding with me, that there would be years courting, a long engagement etc. I believed him when he said it too. Neither of us counted on Draco's father being murdered though. Looking back, we probably should have. I mean there was a war going on, people die in wars all the time.
I also have to admit that the council is sort of right. Having a king with no heirs is dangerous, especially in times of war. Even if I keep praying every day that Draco will stay safe I know eventually he will have to go to battle like his father did. I think that time is coming sooner then Draco says. He swears he's going to stay here for my entire pregnancy and be there for me and I'm sure he believes he'll be able to. But Voldemort is still out there and even though he'll be busy for the next year trying to bring Hufflepuff under his complete control, he won't stay low for ever.
One of Draco's advisors, Albus Dumbledore, keeps telling me not to look at the future. It is always in motion and can always change due the choices we make in the present. I suppose in a way that makes sense but still, how can I not keep looking at the future when the present, despite my coming marriage and Draco's coronation, is currently very bleak?
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In the years to come Draco would never really remember the week before his coronation. He was vaguely aware of meetings, fittings for his cloths, and several nights spent curled up with Harry taking comfort in his mate. Harry showed strength that most people didn't realized he had that week. He was very proud of his mate for how well he was keeping himself together despite the nervousness he felt from him through the bond.
The only memory he would ever vividly recall from that week was when he came back to Harry's quarters three nights before they were to wed and presented his mate with a handsome engagement ring. It was a simple gold band with a scrolling leaf design around the band. On the inside their names were inscribed in it. He would forever remember the look of absolute delight on his mates face and the enthusiastic kisses afterward. The jewelry maker received a sizable sum of money for the rings the next day.
The castle was in slight chaos two days before the coronation and wedding. Servants were rushing around getting the place decorated and ready for the guests arriving. Some had already arrived. All the Weasleys were present at the castle for once. Usually one or more of them were away on business. Ron was busy attending to his duties as best man and taking care of his wife and new daughter, Lorelai, who had just been born about a week ago.
Dressmakers were summoned from all over the city for clothes and had set up shop in the castle to work on the garments for the wedding. Cooks were preparing dishes for the celebrations, minstrels from all over town were invited to provide entertainment, and wine and beer were coming courtesy of the inn Seamus worked at. Draco's mother was beside herself with glee at being able to do what she did best: plan celebrations. This one, a joint coronation and wedding was by far her best yet.
By the night before Draco was a nervous wreck. This time however he didn't have the soothing presence of Harry in his arms because his mother, Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny all insisted it was bad luck to see each other the night before. While Draco might have gotten past his mother, he wouldn't have been able to get past the other three.
So he stayed in his own rooms for the night, tossing and turning until he finally managed to get some sleep.
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From the journal of Harry Potter:
October 31st
In less then twenty-four hours I will no longer be Harry Potter. I will be Harry Potter-Malfoy. Well, Malfoy and all those other names that Draco has attached to Malfoy. Narcissa explained to me how my name was going to be from now on but honestly she lost me after the third name. Seamus and Dean are staying with me tonight, insisting on having what Seamus calls a bachelor party. He says it's something all men need to do before they get married and I'm no different even if technically I'm the bride.
I'm afraid I haven't been terribly enjoyable company tonight though. I keep looking at my ring and thinking about Draco and the fact that we're getting married tomorrow. Can I help it if that makes it difficult to concentrate? Not that getting drunk takes much concentration.
Oh dear, Seamus is groping Dean. I swear he becomes more perverted as he gets drunker. Personally I think this was just an excuse for SEAMUS to get drunk.
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Ron glanced over the terrace surrounding the throne room.
It was quite a turn out for such short notice. The redhead couldn't help but be slightly impressed with Narcissa's efficient invitation sending.
"Argh!" a voice came from the room he was standing in front of. Ron couldn't help but smirk. Ah sweet revenge. The Prince had teased him mercilessly about his behavior before his own wedding, now he finally got to turn the tables.
"Weasley, get your arse in here and stop smirking at the door. Don't pretend you aren't!" Draco's irritated voice came from the room.
"Coming," the redhead pleasantly, the smirk turning into an evil grin.
Oh yes, teasing Draco about this was going to be FUN.
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Hermione smiled as she watched Harry pace back and forth.
"I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this," he muttered, over and over again under his breath.
Dean snickered at his friend. "Bloody hell, Harry. All you have to do is walk down the aisle, stand there, look pretty, and say I do when the priest asks. It's quite simple really."
"Says YOU," Harry snapped at him, pausing momentarily in his pacing to glare at his friend.
'Ah, true love,' Hermione thought as she watched him return to his pacing.
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All the guests that had arrived were dressed to the nines.
Ginny Weasley sighed in irritation and tugged at her dress. She detested dressing up. If she didn't adore Draco and Harry she'd have shown up in her usual breeches and be done with it, but her Mum insisted. The redhead scowled further when she tripped in her heels. "God damn the person who invented heels," she muttered furiously.
"Amen to that," an amused voice came from behind her.
She turned and blinked at the girl standing behind her. The girl was a stranger. Not exactly beautiful, but not particularly ugly either. Ginny felt a strange tingle down her spine when their eyes met. When the other girl's black eyes widened she knew that she had felt it too.
The other girl smiled slowly and held out her hand. "Pansy Parkinson. Hater of heels since age eight."
Ginny smirked. "Ginevra Weasley. But everyone calls me Ginny. Hater of heels since birth."
'Remind me to send Draco and Harry a BIG wedding present when they get back from their honeymoon,' Ginny thought giddily as she shook hands with the person whom she was positive was her mate.
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In the future Draco would be frequently asked what he was thinking during the coronation. All would be quite surprised to learn that he technically wasn't thinking anything significant. He was remembering. He remembered his father mostly. His mind just went through all the lessons his father taught him or tried to have taught to him. If he couldn't do the teaching, his father would find another teacher. Needless to say these were quite a few memories.
The next thing he knew a crown was being placed on his head and people were cheering loudly. Faces swam before him, the most vivid ones were his mother and Harry who were standing off to the side of the dias beaming at him with pride.
Then Harry was brought before him. He only half listened to the priest babbling the ceremony. The elf mostly just stared at his mate who stared right back with a somewhat shy smile on his face. Harry was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He vaguely remembered saying I do and Harry saying the same and exchanging rings. Then just as suddenly as the coronation, the wedding was over and he and Harry were officially married.
The only part of the whole day (aside from the wedding night) that he would vividly recall was sweeping Harry into his arms and kissing him passionately in front of a cheering crowd.
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It took some doing for Draco and Harry to finally sneak away from the celebration afterwards. Everyone stopped to congratulate the new King and his new husband. Then they were bombarded by the Weasleys including a beaming Ginny Weasley and Pansy Parkinson who had apparently just learned that they were mates. Draco couldn't help but give Parkinson's mother a smug look at this news. The woman had a resigned look on her face as she watched the new couple. Molly Weasley on the other hand burst into tears of joy at the news and happily welcomed Pansy into the family.
There was much wine and champaign drinking after that news. Harry cooed over Ron and Hermione's newborn who adored him right back even though technically Draco had been named her Godfather. There were several rounds of dancing for both of them until they finally took a breather.
Ron made a toast along with several other of their friends. Seamus's toast however was the most memorable because after he toasted the new couple, he got down on one knee and proposed to Dean in front of everyone; he of course said yes. This called for more rounds of wine and champaign.
Finally as everyone got up to dance Draco dragged Harry away from Hermione and her baby into the gardens and to the stables.
While they couldn't stray as far away from the castle as Draco have liked due to the war the elf was able to make sure that they would be free for three whole weeks and arranged for them to be able to leave quietly for the private cottage that belonged to the royal family. The cottage was about a two hour horseback ride from the city and was surrounded by not just the forest but wards and spells protecting it from intruders. There, he and Harry would have the utmost privacy but still be on call should anything happen at Hogwarts.
The stable boy, Dennis Creevey, gave them a cheerful wave as they approached and immediately brought out Nimbus for them. Firebolt whinnied forlornly from her stall and Harry smiled at her and gave her a sugar lump. "Sorry girl. But you can't go anywhere in that condition." he whispered, referring to her only slightly obvious pregnancy. She was due for a baby sometime in the spring thanks to Nimbus.
Draco's own horse whinnied, as if agreeing with Harry. The elf snorted. "Don't look so pleased with yourself," he scolded his horse.
Harry grinned at them and after feeding another sugar lump to Firebolt climbed up behind Draco.
"Have a good vacation, Your Majesty," Dennis said with a wink at them.
Draco paused and looked at him. Before now, Your Majesty had been a title reserved for his father. Harry wrapped his arms gently around his torso from behind and gave a gentle squeeze. The blonde blinked and then smiled. "I plan on it, Dennis."
Then the two rode off quietly out of the castle.
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It was well after sunset by the time Draco guided Nimbus through the trees towards his family home. Behind him, Harry dosed slightly, resting his head on Draco's shoulder blades like he had done all those months ago when he first brought Harry and his two friends to Hogwarts. The new King paused at that.
'Has it really only been a few months since we met?' he mused silently. It felt like he had known Harry for years.
His mate shifted behind him and murmured softly, tightening his hold on the King. The action brought his attention to Harry's hand which now hand not only his engagement ring but wedding ring as well. The ring was simple, made of a rare metal the blacksmith informed him was called white gold. Draco asked that it be made to match Harry's engagement ring. The only difference between the two was the metal it was made of. Together the set was simple yet striking. Somewhat like his husband.
Draco was brought out of his musing when the cottage came into view. The house was a two story place with all the necessities needed for a long stay: two bedrooms, a kitchen, outhouse, living room, several other rooms for various purposes, and a small stable in the back for horses. His father and mother had often come here when they needed a vacation or simply wanted to spend time alone together. Occasionally Draco had come with them as a small boy but mostly he had stayed behind with Severus to look after him. Very few people knew of the cottage's existence for safety reasons. The only ones who knew where exactly it was were people the royal family made sure they could trust.
"Harry, we're here," he gently woke up his mate who blinked tiredly up at him and then looked at the house.
"This is a cottage?" Harry said, looking at his husband with a raised eyebrow.
"What, you were expecting one of those small places like what they had in Surrey?"
"Yes, actually."
Draco snorted. "Harry, we're royals. We don't do small one room cottages."
Harry rolled his eyes. "I do beg your pardon, Your Majesty."
The blonde swung down off the horse and helped him down, pulling the smaller man into his arms. "I'm never Your Majesty to you. I'm just Draco," the elf whispered to him.
Harry smiled and pulled him into a kiss.
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Harry wandered around the cottage inspecting every inch of it. Draco put away the carry-on bags they had brought and watched him explore with a small grin. He indulged his mate's curiosity even though in truth he was quite eager to get to bed.
"Awww!" He blinked at the sound of Harry's voice and went to where he saw him headed. Then he grimaced when he saw what Harry had found. During his youth his mother had been quite obsessed with capturing how much he grew each year. So every six months or so she had made an artist paint a portrait of him. That's why there were portraits of him all over one room of the house from each year of his life. Harry was looking at them with a mischievous grin.
"You were so cute!" his mate cooed, looking at a portrait of his two year old self, who was scowling slightly. His father had told him once that he refused to smile so the painter had no choice but to draw him scowling.
Which incidently was what he was doing now. "I am not now, nor have I ever been 'cute'," he said firmly.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yes. I do not do 'cute'."
"You did when you were a child, though," Harry insisted.
Draco smirked suddenly and then yanked his mate into his arms, making sure Harry felt every inch of him. "Yes, well, I'm not a child anymore am I?" he purred and then ground his hips against Harrys' causing the smaller man to gasp sharply.
"No, you most certainly are not," Harry agreed.
The blonde chuckled when he gasped again at another grind. He loved how responsive Harry was to him. "Now that that's cleared up," he said and then claimed his husband's lips hungrily.
Another one of the things he loved about Harry was how the two of them never seemed to need to say anything. One movement or look was usually all it took for the other to know what he wanted. For instance the minute Harry clutched at his shoulders Draco could tell it was because his knees had grown weak and so pushed him up against the nearest wall, which happened to be the door frame, to steady him. Draco's own legs had grown rather unsteady as well anyway so really it was for both of their benefits.
The two finally came up for air and Draco let his mate catch his breath by turning his attention to the other's neck. He smiled against his lover's neck when Harry moaned softly when one of the blonde's hands wandered between them to cup the other'smanhood through his pants.
"Bed, love?" he whispered softly into his mate's perfect ear.
Harry moaned again and bucked his hips against Draco's strong grip. Taking that as a yes the blonde eagerly picked up his mate into his arms and carried him to the bedroom.
At long last they were finally going to bond.
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From the journal of Harry Potter:
November 1st,
I am now officially married and bonded.
Draco is still asleep and it's no wonder, considering all that we did last night. God, he was incredible. Everyone always told me that the first time hurts a lot and you always feel awkward during it and sore afterwards. Well, I am quite sore now. But it's a good kind of sore and while it did hurt quite a bit at first the rest of it was just...amazing.
He was completely gentle with me and not demanding at all. In fact I'm sure if I had asked to wait for awhile he would have been willing too even if it would have killed him to wait. I was sort of thinking of waiting for at least a week and get used to each other more but the minute he started kissing me all my doubts vanished. I wanted to bond that night.
So we did.
I wasn't sure what to expect really. I knew completing the bond involved sex but I didn't know anything else about it. So I wasn't surprised when he started to undress me and then himself. I expected it. Though it made me nervous all over again seeing him completely naked. Though the two of us have gone far beyond kissing we hadn't undressed each other completely. Before there was always at least underclothes. Not this time though. This time there weren't any barriers.
God he was gorgeous just standing there looking at me like that. I have to say I felt a little inadequate compared to him. I know I'm not ugly but I don't have half the muscles he has and I'm not quite that large. I don't think ANYONE is. I feel a little stupid now but when I saw it my first thought was "oh God, how is he going to fit inside me?"
Of course I was being completely ridiculous to worry about that, he fit just fine with a little urging. Actually, more then fine, he was a perfect fit. Especially once he was all the way in and started to move. I won't lie, it hurt like hell, even though he had turned me on my stomach and used some sort of oil or something to make his entrance easier on me. But after awhile the pain faded and was soon just...bliss.
Then awhile after he started moving in and out of me I started to feel something. I felt him. Not just physically but mentally. I felt all that he was feeling: affection, lust, hunger, possessiveness, protectiveness, happiness, and most of all love. Complete and utter love. It was so intense and almost sacred. I can't even begin to describe it. It was just Draco. I felt all of him. His entire essence and I could tell he felt mine. A warmth that had nothing to do with our physical activity then surrounded me and I knew at that minute that we were bonded.
Needless to say, neither of us lasted long after that. Spurred on by the feelings we were feeling Draco lost control of the steady pace he had been going and just pounded into me relentlessly and I completely lost control as well. Soon we were crying out each others name and then we both just collapsed.
We managed to go a second time a little while later and then a third. I do believe I can become addicted to making love. I'm now very glad we have three whole weeks to ourselves. For the first time in my life, I'm completely happy. There's a war going on, I'm most likely pregnant as I'm writing this, Draco might have to leave soon but I don't care.
We're together now, that's what's important. We'll get through whatever the future holds.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Bet you all were expecting a full blown lemon, huh? Sorry to disappoint but my lemon muses seem to have taken a vacation. The kissing bit was about all I could write up that didn't sound like total junk. Besides I kind of wanted to write Harry's POV of the bonding anyway. As far as I can tell this isn't NC-17 since it doesn't go into TOTAL detail. In other words, please don't report me for abusing the NC-17 rule because I haven't.