Fate and a Rose
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Warning: Spoilers of HBP. Some parts have been edited out of this chapter because of NC-17 rated content. If you wish to view the chapter in it's complete form, you can find a link on my profile.
A/N (Please read): Whew, sorry it's taken so long to update. This chapter certainly isn't as long as I would have liked for it to be, but I was hit by a major bout of writers block. Of course, you may be thinking, 'who gets writers block when writing a lemon?' But when Draco and Harry consummated the bond, I wanted it to be a special moment, not only for them, but for my readers as well. I didn't want to write just another lemon. And so, here it is, the completion of the bonding. (To see full, uncensored version, please go to AFF. A link has been provided in my profile.)
Chapter Twelve
The Mating Marks
Previously:
"What?" Harry asked, desperately reaching up to Draco and drawing him back down to meet his lips with his own. Draco shook his head, smiled softly, and lapped insistently at Harry's lips until they parted to allow Draco's tongue in. A soft sound of approval left Harry's throat as he pulled Draco as close as he could go.
Now:
Draco pulled away, panting. Harry looked at him questioningly, and Draco smiled slyly at him. His shirt was the first to go. Harry eyed Draco's toned chest hungrily, his eyes trailing down to the waistband of his pants unconsciously. Draco followed where Harry's eyes were going, then looked up at him, a smirk curling his lips.
"You're still wearing half of yours," He said, a gleam lighting in his eyes. "So I still get to wear half of mine."
Harry whimpered in protest, but Draco didn't give in to Harry's pleading eyes. "You take off yours, I'll take off mine."
"But yours is covering the best part!" Harry exclaimed. Draco smirked and Harry sighed. "Fine!" Reaching up, he pulled off his pajama shirt, and ceased to be half-nude. Draco licked his lips hungrily as he devoured Harry's body with his eyes, and Harry watched Draco expectantly. Draco trailed his hands down his own chest slowly, and when he reached the waistband of his pants, he stretched it out slightly. The glare that he received from the teasing action made his smirk widen, and he slowly, teasingly pulled his pants down. Harry was the one who licked his lips this time as Draco smirked down at him, tossing his pants to the side of the bed.
Seconds later, Draco was on his back on the bed, Harry straddling him. "You think it's nice to tease?" Harry rasped, his voice husky from desire.
Draco shook his head, his eyes wide at the fact that Harry was on top of him and he didn't know how it had happened.
"Ha, you only say that now because you don't have control of this situation anymore. I know for a fact that you enjoy teasing." Harry smirked down at Draco, fingers intertwining with his right by his head, making sure to hold Draco down firmly. "Don't like it so much now that it's coming back at you, do you?" Harry asked, licking his lips and hungrily staring down at Draco's own. Draco relaxed slightly, his own eyes locking with Harry's.
"I have no clue what you're talking about, Potter."
Harry glared and ground their hips together roughly. Draco sucked in a breath, eyes going wide again. "You don't like it when someone else has this much control over you, do you, Malfoy? Does it make you…uncomfortable?" Harry licked his lips again at the last word, eyes sparkling evilly.
"Actually, Potter," Malfoy retorted, pushing up against Harry's hands and slowly forcing his way back on top. "I kind of like it." Harry's smirk was wiped clean off of his face at the comment, his whole body going slack in surprise, and giving Draco chance to push Harry flat onto his back, now the dominant one.
Harry glared up at Draco. "You bastard! You tricked me!"
Draco only smirked as he lowered his lips to Harry's. "Am I such a bastard…now?" After murmuring the last word, Draco's lips captured Harry's in a breath-taking kiss. Their hands, fingers still locked together, pressed roughly against the bed in an attempt to get closer to one another, even though it was highly impossible. Both ignored the fact that they were stark naked for a few fleeting moments as the kiss lingered, drawing both into their own little world where only they existed.
Neither noticed a bushy head peaking out from the bed hangings across the room, or the large smile that was plastered on her face. After all, she was just about to get a front seat to the show that she had been waiting for ever since they had been placed in the hospital wing. A knowing grin rooted itself to Hermione's lips as she silently took down her silencing charms. If she was going to see them in action, she wanted to hear them as well; it had been a long time since she had had sex, and by that point in time, she was willing to have any she could get, even if it meant watching to others do it instead of doing it herself. What made it even better was the fact that it was two soul mates, who truly loved each other. Hermione sighed longingly as she watched the proceeds, silent even when things began to get hot and heavier…
Harry sighed into the kiss, his eyes opening slowly to meet Draco's now almost platinum colored ones. Desire lingered deeply in both pairs of eyes, and Draco began the long known ritual with a press of the hips, which caused all of Harry's no longer existent walls of restrain to come tumbling down.
Before either knew it, Draco was entering Harry. Harry could barely stop the cry of pleasure from leaving his lips as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. It was as if his body was made for exactly this moment; nothing had ever fit him better.
Harry moaned loudly, closed his eyes, and tossed his head from side to side as Draco pressed into that special spot deep inside of him. Draco reveled in the feel of Harry's body enveloping him.
Harry opened his eyes, forest green flashing to a molten silver color for a few seconds. Draco leaned in closer, breathless, and their lips clashed hungrily. They devoured each other then, eyes open and panting, sweat building up along with their impending and also inevitable orgasm that was sure to rock their worlds. Draco groaned into Harry's open mouth, which quickly and greedily devoured any sounds that Draco made.
Emerald eyes locked with gray, lips locked together, hands clenched into fists and pressed roughly against the mattress, bodies synchronized to every last thrust, they fell over the edge. Orgasm consumed both. Heat enveloped them, sweat glistening on their skin, as they shared one final kiss before Draco collapsed onto Harry's chest, both thoroughly sated.
Harry separated one of his hands from Draco's, and made slow circular patterns on Draco's back, staring at the ceiling and panting. Draco's head rested on Harry's chest, and he clutched Harry tightly to his body as his breathing and erratic heart beat slowly found their way back to normal. Harry trailed his hand lovingly through Draco's silky hair, smiling dazedly.
It started slowly; it was barely noticeable. A cold tingly feeling in their lower backs, slowly working it's way up. Draco lifted his head and looked deeply into Harry's eyes, trying to see if he noticed it, too. Harry's eyes widened slightly; Draco was emitting a soft greenish glow from every naked pore of his being. Draco tilted his head curiously; the tingle had now worked it's way to the base of his skull, and soon his whole head was tingling. The tingle began to expand until all of his body was tingling. Then, he saw the green light emitting from Harry.
Harry's eyes had turned to silver, and his body was slowly rising off of the bed, Draco's rising along with him. They were still in their exact same positions, Draco staring deeply into Harry's eyes, Harry deeply into his. A deep feeling of calm settled over the room as both boys were lifted from the bed to float in mid-air, soft green light filling the entire room. Harry grasped Draco's hands in his own and squeezed. Draco smiled at him softly, and they clung tightly to each other as their bodies were turned to a vertical angle.
Their lips inched closer to each other's, and when they met, the whole room exploded with a dark green light filtering through everything. Harry groaned as their tongues met and they explored the other's mouth thoroughly. When they finally pulled away, panting, the room had lost it's glow, and now only their fingers glowed, where they were still interlaced. The silver glint of something wrapping itself around his middle left finger caught Harry's eye first. Maybe it was his Seeker reflexes coming into play, but he pointed out the glint to Draco, who noticed the same thing happening to his own middle left finger.
When the light left the room completely and they were drenched in darkness, though still floating in mid-air, both boys separated their fingers to explore the new development. Silver rings encircled their fingers, simple but breathtaking all at the same time. Tiny scripted words were scrawled across the rings, but stopped at an image of two snakes forming the shape of a heart with their bodies. Each individual ring's snake-heart pulsed in time with its wearer's heart beat.
Harry gazed at it in awe, then looked up to meet Draco's eyes. "Wha…what does it say?" He asked the first thing that came to mind, and Draco grinned slightly, pulling Harry's hand to his face to investigate the words written across his ring.
"They're different," Draco pointed out. "Yours basically says 'Driven by Courage'. Mine says…" Draco flushed slightly and Harry looked at him questioningly.
"What? What does it say?"
Draco shook his head and looked down. "Uh…we're still floating." He said, trying to distract Harry.
"Yeah, so?" Harry asked, curious as to what Draco's ring said. "What does it say?"
"It says…er…"
Harry raised an eyebrow expectantly. "Yes?"
"It says…itsaysdrivenbylove!" Draco burst out after a pregnant pause.
"It says…what?" Harry blinked in confusion, and Hermione took the moment of silence to cut in.
"Driven by love?" She asked, staring between the two.
"What are you doing!" Harry burst out, glaring at her. Hermione smirked, and Draco buried his face in Harry's neck with a groan, trying to cover up his obvious nakedness.
"Well, there was all this light, and I just thought that maybe…"
"Ugh! Hermione, do you have a sense of privacy at all?" Harry shot her a disgusted look and ran his hand up and down Draco's back comfortingly.
"I thought you might be in trouble or something!" Hermione exclaimed, trying to defend herself. "You know, the light was green…like…like…oh, never mind! Besides, all the noises you guys were making were coming through the silencing spells, which I thought were pretty strong…could you guys have been any louder?"
"Yes," Draco said, lifting his face to glare at Hermione. "Would you like for us to try?" With that, he trailed a hand down and goosed Harry with an appreciative sound, his hand remaining on his bum for the rest of the time. Hermione glared and chose not to respond to the question.
"I didn't know that the rings would happen; only strong wizards get those. I've been reading up, you see." Hermione said with a smug smile. "Not that I don't think you're not powerful or anything, Harry, but usually wizards don't find their soul mates until their late twenties, at least, so I would have no way of knowing how strong you are compared to other wizards. Generally, for wizards that aren't as strong as some, most soul mates only get a tattoo. You've got one, too, you know."
"Where!" Draco exclaimed, flailing around and feeling all over his body to find the displeasing mar of his perfect flesh.
"Right…there." Hermione pointed to a spot on Draco's left bum cheek, and he yelped. "Harry's got one, too. It's on his right cheek. Isn't it cute how you've got matching soul mate marks and everything?"
"No!" Draco exclaimed haughtily, clutching his bum protectively. Harry smirked at how much he looked like Dudley right then, and when Draco whimpered slightly, Harry burst out laughing. "This is not funny!" Draco complained, poking Harry in the center of the chest scoldingly.
Harry shook his head, tears of mirth gathering in his eyes. "I…know!" He said between brays of laughter. Soon he was gasping for breath and Draco shot him a dark look.
"It's not." Draco insisted.
When Harry stopped laughing, he turned to look at Hermione. "Uh…do you mind?"
"Oh, not at all," Hermione said. "Actually, it is rather hot in here, isn't it?"
Draco's eyes widened and he yelped again. "No! It's not hot in here at all! You keep your clothes on!"
Hermione giggled and Draco looked at her with a wounded look. Harry looked between them, brow furrowed thoughtfully.
"Are you guys sure you couldn't use some help?" Hermione asked, still laughing softly.
"No!" Draco and Harry exclaimed together. They met eyes, and Harry burst out laughing, but Draco 'harrumphed' and crossed his arms.
"It's not funny!" Draco exclaimed, and sighed when both teens continued to laugh.
