Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
About an hour later, Harry started feeling a dull aching through their bond. He remembered wondering if that was the separation that was causing the ache, or Draco. Pushing the feeling aside, he tried to focus on his potions essay that was due. It was the last piece of homework that he had left, as soon as he was done with it he could relax.
Exhausted, he put his quill down. It had taken a few hours to finish the essay on horklump juice, he had always mixed up the properties it had with a horned slug.
He went to sit in the garden in the hopes that it would soothe the pain he felt. He missed Draco dearly. The roses seemed to do the trick-their soft perfume caressing some of the pain away. It reminded him of the times they had sat out here watching the stars.
Grasping the pendant around his neck, he tried feel their bond. Draco might not be able to feel him from this far away, but he was going to spend as much time as possible trying to send him warmth and comfort through it.
He gradually fell asleep on the grass while watching the stars. His dreams were filled with Draco; their dates, the way he smiled, the way their lips felt pressed together, the softness of his feathers…
He sat straight up, sweat having drenched his brow. It took him a moment to remember what had happened the previous day and why he had fallen asleep in their garden and that's when the pain struck.
A deep pain seared itself through Harry like a knife. It was unlike anything he had experienced before. It tore through his heart, blinding him. He cried out, curling up into himself on the grass with tears flooding his face. He never cried out, his voice was paralyzed with the pain and loneliness he felt.
Some time later, he had stopped crying. The pain remained, but it was becoming easier to think through with the sharp smell of grass assaulting his senses. As his mind gradually cleared, he reached out to his bond. It was still there, but it was fainter than it was when he fell asleep.
Gulping, he focused all his energy on it. He needed to feel something from it, anything at all. Suddenly, he felt it. A comforting feeling tinged with loneliness. At the same time, his necklace glowed.
Grasping the pendant, he focused on sending all his loneliness through the bond. He could feel the sadness come back but with a hint of determination. It was if Draco was telling him that they were going to make it, even through all the pain.
They communicated like that until the sun was well over the horizon. Their feelings were getting stronger, despite the distance. That was a good sign, once they had noticed their emotions were suddenly flooded with hope. Maybe it wouldn't be too terribly difficult after all.
Harry made the trek down to dinner, hoping his friends would make him feel better. Hermione had saved him a seat and invited him to sit next to her. The plate was already heaping with some of his favorites and his goblet was practically spilling over with pumpkin juice.
The entire time he spent with them, he was thinking about Draco. At least they both had people they cared about there to take care of them when things got too bad. He had his friends and Draco had his parents there to help.
He took a particularly large gulp of pumpkin juice and suddenly saw the dining room at Malfoy Manor. Specifically, he saw Narcissa smiling at him. Juice flew over the table and Harry choked, causing the picture to vanish. That couldn't have been his imagination, he was sure of it.
"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione, always the worrier, pat Harry on his back before waving her wand to vanish the mess.
"Blimey, look at my shirt…" Ron had been directly across from Harry, and had taken most of the blow. Harry took one look at Ron's face and started laughing uncontrollably. The rest of the table quickly joined, the redhead included. He tried so hard to send the image of Ron's face and soaked shirt to Draco and was met with even more amusement, causing him to start laughing harder.
Tears of mirth were running down his face with earnest before he regained composure.
Later that night, Harry and Draco focused on sending each other still pictures. They were hyper aware that most other bonds weren't strong enough to do that, and they relished in the thought of seeing things the other one was. It reduced the amount of pain they were in considerably.
It was building, the pain. But they managed to keep it at bay by burying themselves into their bond. When Harry finally fell asleep, he dreamt of Draco holding him.
The next day saw him with pain much worse than the day prior. It was difficult, but he managed to find their bond. It had taken more time than ever before, but he had also never felt prolonged pain like this before.
He spent a very long time trying to send words instead of pictures. It wasn't until almost two hours later that he had gotten back a shocked feeling from Draco. The message was clear-Draco had heard Harry. It was difficult with the pain, but they had managed to work their way up to sending a sentence at a time.
That night, Harry had dreamt that Draco was there with him. He was laying on the bed, silk ties holding him down against the sheets. Draco was just off to the side of the bed, lightly striking him with a cane and telling him how naughty he had been for teasing him during dinner through their bond. The blond raked his nails over Harry's chest, digging in quite painfully but the words turned it into pleasure.
He woke up with a start, his member throbbing hard under the sheets. Draco's voice was suddenly in his mind, husky and filled with desire. Jesus Harry, don't make a promise you can't keep. He sent back his confusion, settling into the pillows more. You bloody well know what you did. Would you really let me tie you up… The rest was just a tidal wave of lust.
I dreamt that Draco, I didn't do it on purpose. Shock, curiosity and desire was the only answer he got.
A little while later, long enough for Harry to start dozing, Draco had started talking to him again. Father says that's extremely rare that we would share a dream. But it's a great sign. The message was followed with the image of Harry on the bed from their dream, crying out for Draco with need. It wasn't long, but it was enough to make Harry squirm and clutch the sheets around him. Do you feel any pain still?
Harry met the question with annoyance and pure lust. The pain was still there, stronger than ever, but the desire was overpowering it. He heard Draco chuckling and felt another wave of lust crash over his senses as Draco sent him an image of him, on his knees between the blond's legs. He was begging, whimpering with need both in his mind and in the image.
Please Draco, it isn't fair that you're away from me and I have to go without pleasure! The imagery stopped and the lust lessened.
I won't touch myself either, if that makes you feel better. Harry didn't need telling twice, throwing all his need at the veela. He whimpered and begged through their bond and sent images of himself splayed before him, quivering with desire. The submissive in him had him panting with desire to be taken. To be thoroughly fucked, marked forever as Draco's.
Draco surprised him, coming back just as hard with an image of Harry riding him and biting through the flesh in his neck to drink to his heart's content. Suddenly, white hot passion ripped through them both and Harry arched off his bed as he came harder than he ever had.
Soft contentment was all either one of them could feel. I didn't even touch myself...will I even survive the real thing? He had meant that to stay in his head, but had forgotten to block off their bond in his bliss.
I didn't touch myself either angel, and yet my pants are just as sticky as yours. I do believe we will survive my angel. Harry's cheeks flushed and he cleaned himself up before responding. He had collected his emotions by then, resisting the urge to make Draco melt like butter.
He sent an image of him running into Draco's arms at the manor with curiosity. He wanted to see his veela again. The pain was growing the longer he was awake and soon he was retreating into their bond again.
Father says he thinks it's time. The bond has strengthened and only gotten easier to communicate through with distance. I miss you, angel. Just pack essentials-I need you here with me. My beautiful angel… His voice drifted off and Harry rushed to grab some spare clothing. He dumped the contents of his school bag and stuffed his clothing in it. He was in such a rush that he didn't even bother putting his wings away.
He ran into Ron and Hermione and gave them both hugs. He was so rushed that he hardly got out where he was going and wishes for them to have a good holiday.
"I'll let Hedwig know to meet you there Harry!" Ron called after him. It was obvious he was in too much of a rush to even worry about it.