Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Harry dashed to Dumbledore's office, his feet hardly touching the floor. He skidded to a halt as the Headmaster walked past the gargoyle.
"Harry, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Headmaster, I need to get to Malfoy Manor. It's urgent." He wasn't even out of breath from the running he had done-he was that excited to see Draco again.
Dumbledore's eyes sparked. "Of course Harry, come in." They rode the stairs up to his office and he held out a small container of floo powder. "I'm sure they added you to their wards by now. You should be able to get through without a problem. I'll have your things sent to you." Harry didn't even see him wink. He had grabbed a handful of powder and was gone with a whoosh of green flames before Dumbledore had finished talking.
As soon as the floo spit him out into the Malfoy's living room he heard his name.
"Harry!" Draco was running to him from across the room. He hadn't expected Harry to get there so soon. Harry ran to him, stumbling slightly on the way and was enveloped in Draco's arms before he hit the floor.
Their worlds suddenly felt right. More complete-like they had been living without a huge part of them for far too long. Draco spun Harry around, holding him to his chest with everything he had. Harry drank his lighter counterpart in, reeling from the heady scent that surrounded him. His bond sang with contentment.
"Draco, I missed you so much. I can't imagine ever being without you again. It doesn't feel right to be without you. I-I love you." His words were so quiet, even he had a hard time hearing himself. So it was a shock to him when Draco pulled away enough to look at him, happiness radiating from him before placing their lips together.
It was passionate at first, and slowed into something kinder-sweeter. Draco was holding Harry's head to his, still holding him up in the air while Harry's legs wrapped around his waist even tighter to prevent himself from falling.
It felt like forever, but a few moments later Draco pulled away. He carried Harry up to his bedroom and they curled up together on his bed.
The first day they didn't leave the bed. They remained curled up, facing each other, just staring at the other one; memorizing each other. Eventually small endearments started whispering their way through their lips to each other. Soon after, their whispered endearments turned into whispers of what the other wanted for the future.
"Harry," The blond trailed off, not entirely too sure how to continue his thought. With gentle prodding from their bond, he did finally manage to get out what he wanted to ask. "Are you okay with everything that has to happen when we bond?" Harry was taken aback by the inquiry. They had talked about how excited and nervous they were to bond with each other, so the hesitation Draco had was a surprise to him.
"What's this about?" Draco squirmed under the concerned gaze. "You can tell me anything, you know."
"Well...being as I'm the dominant one in the relationship I'd have to be...well…" his cheeks flushed a bright pink. "You know...I'd have to be the one in you but with you needing to drink from me...I just want to make sure you're comfortable and taken care of…"
Harry pulled him closer. In fact, he had been thinking about that exact thing earlier in the day. His overactive imagination had helped him find a plausible solution. "Draco darling, I wouldn't mind you doing anything you want to me and then riding you in order to get to your neck a little easier. Actually, it sounds kind of fun." He pressed their foreheads together and sent the entire scenario that was in his head to Draco. They both moaned as Draco begged for him to bite his neck and their lips crashed together as waves of desire swept over them.
They had managed to pull back and rein in their lust just as Narcissa knocked on their door. Sitting up, they called for her to come in.
"I thought you two might need this. Consider it an early Christmas gift to the two of you. Lucius and I will be away for a few days; he's got some business in Ireland and I've always wanted to go." A dreamy look glazed her eyes over. "Have fun dears!" With that she shut their door softly and a few minutes later they heard the distinctive sound of the floo flaring to life as they were on their way.
Curious, Draco grabbed the box his mother had left and opened it. A blush swiftly covered most of his face as the realization that his mother had gotten all this for them.
"What's in the box, love?" He tilted his head to the side upon seeing the contents. "Draco, I have a feeling you know what all this is but I haven't a clue." Smiling, Draco placed the box on the bedside table and wrapped his hands around Harry's neck.
"It's nothing we need before we bond. Trust me." He pulled Harry to him, ghosting his lips over his cheek, trailing down over his neck and back up again until their lips were barely touching.
"About that, when did you want to bond? I think everything that could be said has already been said, seen and felt through our bond." Draco softly pressed their lips together.
"I think the answer is obvious, my angel." He essentuated his words by carefully placing Harry down on the bed under him and crawling over him. He pressed gentle kisses up his stomach, leaving Harry's skin covered in goosebumps.
Harry moaned, arching his back off the bed as those delicious lips worked their way up his taut stomach. Without warning, they covered his right nipple and summoned a groan from deep within him. Teeth grazed over the sensitive bud, causing a gasp to rip its way through Harry's chest.
Suddenly, Draco's hands were busy trailing through Harry's wings. His mind reeled with the overwhelming sensations, pleasure tearing through his body and threatening his sanity. Before long, Harry was begging Draco for more. He happily obliged, kissing Harry senseless. Their bodies rocked gently against one another until Harry noticed they both were wearing pants still.
Without a thought, they were left completely naked against each other. Draco gasped at the sudden change, and Harry almost came then and there when he realized their clothing was the only thing keeping their members from touching.
Smiling, Draco got up and walked to the cabinet against the wall. Harry moaned his displeasure of being left alone and melted into a puddle of whimpers when Draco ran his hand along the top of his wing on his way back. His cock wept with need when he felt a small trail of oil drip onto it. He had just enough time to process what it was before he felt Draco's hand rubbing the oil in.
It must have been charmed, as it was cold when it touched him but quickly warmed much too quickly to be normal lubricant. It sent shivers down his spine.
He was a whimpering mess by the time Draco was done teasing his package, and wasn't coherent enough to form words when he felt fingers circling around his sphincter. Slowly, Draco slid a finger into him. It went easily, meeting hardly any resistance at all. A second finger followed, sliding in on one try. Draco would have to put that information away in the back of his mind for once their bonding was over. He found himself excited to be able to call Harry a wanton slut for accepting his intrusion so eagerly.
A third finger followed, eliciting more moans and gasps from his angel. Both of their cocks were weeping with the lack of attention. Draco leaned forward and licked the tip of his mate's dick, relishing in the taste and the beautiful sounds that crawled their way out of Harry's throat. If Draco wasn't mistaken, Harry had slipped into parseltongue completely.
He moved in between Harry's legs, spreading them wider while he moved his fingers within the tight canal that was soon to be stuffed full of him. He gently pulled the fingers away, leaving Harry's hole open and ready. Upon the sight, Draco moaned and placed the head of his member in. Harry closed around it, clearly expecting more and disappointed at having to wait.
When Draco was sure he wasn't going to come immediately he started to push all the way in. Harry was groaning his name, taking pleasure in the small twinges of uncomfort. He never pulled out, he never stopped and he never changed his deliciously slow pace. Once he was in to the hilt, Harry circled his hips around.
Leaning forward to play with Harry's wings he whispered, "I thought you were a virgin, my angel." Harry nodded, moaning at the sound of his voice.
"I am. I've just been, oh god Draco, I've just been practicing." With the same precision as when he entered, Draco pulled out of Harry. He was sure to leave the tip in.
"And just what have you been practicing and for how long?"
"I looked up spells for relaxation and stretching, and I even found one to stop myself from coming until you did. I did do a little reading as well," Harry blushed at that. Draco nodded and slammed back into Harry.
The moans increased in their urgency and Harry's hands fisted clumps of the sheets below him. Draco smiled, he was happy he could bring his mate this much pleasure.
Suddenly, Harry's eyes opened. The pupils were dilated, you could hardly see any color left at all. They were filled with passion, desire and they practically dripped with thirst. Draco flipped them around, never disconnecting their bodies. He sat up against the headboard with Harry stradling him.
Harry leaned down, thirst ripping its way through his very being. He could think of nothing else while his body hummed with pleasure from Draco. His breath skimmed across Draco's neck, and his fangs lightly trailed down to where his pulse was closest to the skin. Breathing in the delicious scent of blood and Draco was almost too much for him.
He licked his way up and down where his fangs so desperately wanted to bite down, dragging moan after moan from Draco. He slowed his hips, dragging out the moans until neither one could think coherently anymore. When he started sucking on Draco's neck, the blond groaned.
"Bite me, Harry. Bite me while you ride me." He held Harry's head to his neck and Harry could hardly contain the inhuman growl that escaped his chest before he bit down on Draco's neck.
The sensation hit them both hard. Harry couldn't contain his whimper as the sweet blood flooded his mouth and Draco's body shook with pleasure as Harry's venom coursed through his veins. Harry had stilled on top of Draco's lap until Draco started bucking his hips, pushing his dick deeper into Harry. Whimpering, Harry just suckled on the blond, relishing the taste of his blood on his tongue.
He drank his fill and licked the wound until it healed over. The inside of his mouth tasted like Draco and as they declared their love for one another, orgasms ripped through both of them. Bright light flashed in their minds, blinging them as raw pleasure coursed through their bodies and their bond.
After several minutes, Draco was finally able to lift Harry off his lap so they could fall asleep in each other's arms. With the bond finally complete, they relaxed into each other's embrace.
Harry curled up into Draco's chest, seeking comfort from the blond in his sleep. Draco wrapped an arm around him and sighed happily. He didn't want to move from this moment, ever.