Chapter Five

Getting Up

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I said that Christine Feehan was the originator of this whole Carpathian thing in my first chapter… so I'll just start saying it every chapter… I did not come up with the Carpathian thing…

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A week, a whole week. A very long and stressful week. That was how long it had been since "the night", which was what Harry was now calling the last time Draco had spoken to him. Since then Draco and he had not looked at one another at the same time or talked to each other. Draco seemed to be taking his time to make his life altering decision and Harry was not pressuring him in any way.

Their friends talked around them, casting worried looks their way, but in one another's presences they were utterly silent. Once Harry caught Draco looking at him in what seemed to be longing, but Harry decided it was just his imagination.

They had three weeks till school started. Harry was nervous about this year, not just because he now knew that Draco was his mate, but because it would be the first time he would be around all his school mates after the war. Harry knew that some of his classmates would not be returning, the ones that had died would never set foot in the school again and this weighed on Harry's conscience.

Harry also had a career to think about. The money he had right now, plus Grimmald Place was more then he would ever need, but he wanted to do something. Professional Quidditch? Medicine? Harry didn't know what he wanted to be, but he did know he did NOT want to be an auror.

Right now, Harry supposed that what he would do for a career depended on Draco and his plans… did they include Harry?

No one knew. Even Blasie couldn't seem to get Draco to tell him what he was going through. Draco exuded a request for space and it was given by everyone for a whole week. Tonight marked a week from "the night" and dinner was a little tense. Everyone was wondering if Draco had waited a week for a reason and was therefore going to talk tonight.

Harry was sipping his "soup" when he looked over at Draco who was looking at his food in deep thought.

I wish you would eat something, please don't starve yourself. The minute Harry thought it Draco looked up at him.

Harry looked into Dracos' eyes for a moment and then something clicked. Something he had read in a book about Carpathians using thoughts to communicate. Maybe when Harry talked in his mind directly to Draco and not just about him, maybe Draco could hear him. That means that Draco heard him that night on the lake. Harry tried again.

Can you hear me?

Yes, I can hear you. How come we can do this?

Because you are my mate.

I remember something now about mind communication… so it was you at the lake that night? I thought I was going crazy.

So, are you ready? Harry didn't think he had to say anything else; he knew Draco knew what he was talking about.

Draco looked him up and down and then whispered into his mind. Tonight, the library, eleven o'clock.

Harry didn't know why Draco had chosen the library, possibly for privacy. Harry nodded his head and with regret tore his eyes from Draco's steady gaze. So they could bloody talk to each other without speaking? Was this good or bad? Harry had to admit it was a little weird to hear someone in your head, but Draco seemed to be taking it in stride.

The rest of the dinner was rather subdued and Harry and Draco's friends knew, without knowing how, that something had passed between the two and that tonight was the night.

Harry tried to eat more, but found that he couldn't stomach it. He left about ten minutes after his conversation with Draco and then Draco left about ten minutes after him.

Both men were distracted and nervous. How did one talk to your once enemy, now almost friend, about bonding and becoming mates?

Harry spent the evening in his room with Hermione throwing outfits at him from the closet. He had decided to finally redo his wardrobe after the war, part of the new him, so his clothes were better than they had ever been. Yet, tonight he hated everything that he put on. It took him two full hours to find something he liked.

Harry and Hermione had settled on dark wash jeans that were snug on his slim hips but were a little loose on the leg and a mint green button up shit that was silk and clung to his skin. Harry had to admit that with his hair tasseled to messy perfection and his glasses gone he looked very nice. Now, if only he felt as confidant as his looks… no such luck.

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Harry had used the invisibility cloak to get to the library and once he got there had wondered why. There were no teachers patrolling the halls during the summer; the staff wasn't even used to having students in the castle this time of year.

Harry had made his way to the back of the library and had sat down in an old arm chair. He threw the cloak over the back and waited for Draco to show. He had been sitting in the chair for about 15 minutes when he heard Draco's footsteps. Harry was not prepared, however, for the sight that greeted him when Draco walked around the front of the chair.

Draco stood in front of Harry, hands on hips that were accented by the slim fitting, faded jeans he had on, but baggy at the legs like Harry's, and the black long-sleeved button up, just like Harry's also. Draco had his hair in a messy gelled look and it fell into his eyes in a sexy way. Harry had to stop his mouth from dropping open and, when he regained his senses, was pleased to see that he was having the same effect on Draco.

"You look good Harry." Harry smirked at Draco in a very uncharacteristic way that was, oddly enough… sexy."

Harry rose from the chair in a graceful way that his inheritance had given him and he went to stand about five inches from Draco, "And you look beautiful." Harry cupped his hand around the side of Draco's neck and ghosted his thumb over his jaw line. "So, have you decided?"

"Yes and No." Draco stammered at Harry being so close to him and they stared into one another's eyes, both could easily read the uneasiness on the others countenance.

"I know that you must have questions…" Harry faltered at the absurdity of the whole situation and their reaction to the whole thing.

"Questions? Questions!" Draco turned from Harry and began pacing while starting to rant, "How can you be so calm about this? This isn't us deciding to be friends; this isn't us deciding to like each other. This is us being bonded as in husband and fucking husband forever. FOREVER!" Draco swung around in mid pace to look at Harry he was obviously having mood swings. "Do you even like me or love me or want to be with me? Without the bond, what is your heart and mind telling you to do?" Draco looked calculating; like he was trying to figure something out.

"Well, some part of my brain is telling me that you still loath me and I still loath you, but the other part is telling me that you have already proved yourself more over. You lost everything you had and then some and you disobeyed everything you had ever been taught to be neutral." Harry took a deep breath and continued when Draco didn't say anything, "I find you attractive even without the bond and I know, without knowing how, that we can make it work. In the last weeks we have been here we have gone through these stages of understanding and friendship; we have come so far from where we were just a year ago. Maybe this is the next step? I know that if we give it time we can love each other… I feel it." Harry didn't really know how to explain everything to Draco. He was having a hard time separating the bond and the rest of him. But Draco could feel the bond to right?

"Draco, you can feel the bond too, can't you?"

"Yeah, it's trying to get me to throw myself at you." Draco looked almost amused at his own comment.

"Don't fight it. Just do what it says." Harry didn't know what made him say those things but it was like the bond was screaming at him to seduce Draco… do anything to get him.

"Harry, I just don't know about, well, about, you know… what we have to do, what I have to be."

"Look, we won't, uh, have sex until you are ready and I can keep eating blood at meals, you don't have to do that either." Harry was concentrating on making Draco comfortable and fighting down the seductive side of him he didn't know he possessed. The shy side of him that was being repressed was trying to blush because they were talking about sex and Harry was starting to become tired at struggling with himself.

"I can do that, I can, it's just…" Draco trailed off.

"You've never given yourself like that to a person. Completely." Harry finished Draco's thoughts.

"Yeah, I just have to adjust." Draco walked to stand in front of Harry. "I am not a very patient person either and I know that the Carpathian side of you is saying to bond. But, let's take it as slow as we can." Harry nodded his head at Draco's words. He wasn't a very patient person? Did that mean that Draco wanted it too, just as bad?

Draco gazed into Harry's eyes for a long time and then he slowly leaned in to touch Harry's lips with his before pulling back. Harry wanted to deepen the kiss; he wanted to have Draco in so many ways. The Carpathian in him was making him experienced and bold, and very aroused, but he held back incase Draco didn't want to take it any further.

Draco pushed a lock of hair out of Harry's eyes. Its ok Harry, you can do what it says…

Draco's whispered thoughts took a second to click in Harry's head and then instinct took over. He tilted his head to the side and pressed his mouth to Draco's. The blond and the brunette felt the bond take over as they allowed it a little unrestraint.

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's neck and ran his fingers through his hair. Harry put one hand on the small of Draco's back to press him closer and the other one roamed to the front and up Draco's shirt. Harry let his hand skim Draco's lean stomach and delighted in the groan that Draco let out. Harry skimmed his tongue over Draco's bottom lip and when Draco opened his mouth to Harry their tongues battled for dominance. It was hard to say who won exactly, but they both let out a moan.

Both boys seemed to be beyond the point of analyzing what was happening and talking about it. They were soul mates by fate and they would make the best of it. Fate had chosen them to feel this way, this was their destiny. This was the way it was supposed to be.

Harry moved his hand down and skimmed his thumb over Draco's hip bone and then dipped it a little into his waistline. Harry was barely registering the fact that he seemed to have become skilled at everything intimate and decided to ignore it and look it up later because he didn't remember reading anything about Carpathian sex knowledge.

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Oh Merlin, what Harry was doing felt so good. Draco was going to get used to this. It had never been like this with anyone for Draco and he loved it. He knew that his life was his own now and he wanted to be with Harry Potter. His parents were rolling over in their graves… his Father at least.

Draco knew that he had accepted his attraction and feelings for Harry long before he actually met with Harry tonight because the bond had started working on him too. Draco had worked so hard this week not to completely jump Harry on the spot.

Draco tilted his head back and Harry moved down to his neck. Draco felt the sensation of Harry's lips working in the skin under his ear and this moving lower. Harry paid particular attention to his jugular but he didn't bite.

Draco was experiencing waves of pleasure coursing through his body and he was curious to see what it would be like to be bitten. Would Harry do it? Did he really want it? As Draco was contemplating Harry ghosted his fingers across Draco's back and twirled his tongue over the junction between Draco's neck and collarbone. Another wave of pleasure went straight to his groin. Oh yeah, he wanted to know… now!

Harry?

Draco?

Bite me.

What?

Bite me.

Draco? Are you sure you are ready because…

Shut the bloody hell up and bite me! Now!

Harry seemed to hesitate just one more second before Draco felt Harry tugging him to the floor. Harry lay out as Draco half landed on top of him and then he rolled so that Draco was under him.

Draco could feel Harry's arousal through his jeans and his muscles through their shirts.

Harry looked down into Draco's eyes and Draco thought he looked like a dark angel; his hair had fallen into his face again and his lips were an aggravated pink color. Draco laid back and letting his hands fall from Harry's shoulders unbuttoned the first five buttons until his neck and upper half of his right chest was exposed.

He saw and heard Harry suck in a breath and then his fangs elongated to about ¾ of an inch long.

Draco, please be sure about this. Harry licked his lips and his tongue moved over his fangs making him look incredibly sexy.

I am sure, Harry. Draco licked his lips and lifted his hips into Harry's a little bit.

Harry sucked in breath at the action. Thank you…

Draco stilled as Harry lowered himself; his hands were steady on either side of Draco's head and their lower bodies pressed together. Instead of Harry's teeth biting his neck, his lips pressed into his jugular. Harry began to give Draco's neck long sensual kisses and little by little Draco relaxed into the feeling. Draco closed his eyes and moaned and let his hand wonder up Harry's shirt over firm muscles. The silk of the shirt in contrast to the hard, smooth feeling of Harry's stomach was amazing and Harry shuddered involuntarily as Draco skimmed his fingers over one of Harry's nipples.

Draco's hands had wondered back down to Harry's hips when the Carpathian suddenly bit down and sunk his fangs into Draco's neck. There was a moment of pain in which Draco gasped and gripped Harry's hips but then it gave way to an astonishing amount of bliss in which he felt like he was floating and soaring in the clouds. It was an amazing feeling and he never wanted it to stop. Harry was making little sucking noises and Draco could feel each time he pulled and took a swallow.

Draco's body was on fire in a very nice way and he could feel the bond pulling at them to unite, to make it right, but Draco knew that it wasn't quite the precise time so he was able to push it down.

After a few minutes, Harry pulled his fangs out and licked the wound closed. For awhile the two men stayed like that. Laying together, Harry's arms on either side of Draco and his head in the crook of Draco's neck; Draco's hands on Harry's hips with both legs bended and almost squeezing Harry's upper thigh.

Draco thought about Harry and who he was, besides fine as all get out. This was going to be a challenging relationship, but Draco knew it would be worth it… if tonight was anything to go by. They would make it work. Oh, there would be fights, but, right now, lying in the Boy-Who-Lived arms, laying on the library floor, cover by Harry, Draco was more content then he had been in a long time and he WAS NOT getting up.

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What do you think? I don't know if I'm any good at these things… love scenes, I mean… any pointers?