First thing, I would like to explain something.
I said that Harry had natural occlumency due to his inheritance. This still holds true. The thing is, though he has the natural ability, he did not know how to employ it. He could, he just didn't know how. Draco has taught him at this point in the story.
On a different note, Hermione's love interest will be revealed next chapter.
Smut warning.
Harry and Draco appeared, standing to face a small cabin.
Draco looked up at his mate inquiringly.
"What- Harry? Where are we?"
Harry had a soft smile, taking in the homey appearance of the hut.
"This is the Potter family getaway."
Draco's grey eyes widened, taking in the magic he felt around him.
"It's well protected?" he asked needlessly.
"Yes. It's unplottable. No one will disturb us this evening."
Draco let that sit in for a moment before turning to fully face Harry.
"Harry?"
"Yes, Dragon?"
"Why are we here?"
Draco blushed at the pet name he had been given, but didn't comment on it in fear that he wouldn't do it again.
Harry reached out sharply, gripping Draco's hips and pulling him closer.
"I almost lost you."
Draco frowned, though inside he felt ecstatic that Harry cared for him so much.
"You didn't though. I am fine. We are fine. Harry Potter was there to save the day, as usual, and that idiot is no longer a danger to us."
Harry's eyes darkened. He felt hot under his skin. There was already Draco getting hurt at the ministry on top of changing home-base so quickly, and now his so-called best friend had tried to poison their bond, poison Draco not even a week later?
"I don't think you understand. I almost lost my submissive."
Draco cocked his head the the side curiously.
"And-?"
Harry swooped down, taking Draco's lips in a demanding kiss and lifting the smaller boy onto his waist. He licked the roof of Draco's mouth, feeling him open easily against his mouth.
"And-" Harry whispered, breathing harshly after their heated snog, "I need to reassure the bond that you are safe and still mine."
Draco moaned as Harry claimed his lips again, fumbling blindly up to the door and pushing it open.
When the door slammed shut behind them Harry stopped, smirking a bit.
"I'm going to make you come to my touch tonight, as you will only come to my touch in years that follow us."
Draco sucked in a deep breath, trying to decide if this dominating possessiveness was a good thing or not. He would've called him out for being cocky if his body wasn't on fire, reacting as Harry's words were simply true. Harry didn't waste time. He walked him to the bedroom, sitting him gently on the mattress before removing his shoes.
"We won't complete our bond tonight, as neither one of us are ready."
Draco nodded.
Harry pulled off Draco's socks, pressing a kiss to the arch of each foot before he placed it back down. He then leaned up, pulling down his trousers as well.
"No underwear? Naughty, Dray."
The blonde blushed brightly at this and covered his groin, forcing himself to speak despite the heated gaze set on his privates.
"I was still in my pajamas-"
Harry gripped his wrists, stopping Draco's excuse.
"Don't hide from me, my love."
Draco relaxed his posture, though he still avoided Harry's eyes on him.
"What are we doing tonight, if not mating?" Draco asked.
Harry scrunched his eyebrows together.
"Draco, you are not ready for a full claiming. I want to get to know your body before taking you, and I want you to be able to feel comfortable and familiar with me."
Draco raised a fine eyebrow, still awaiting a response to his query.
Harry sighed, pulling the loose t-shirt off of his mate.
"First I plan to watch as you pleasure yourself, and show me where you like to be touched. I would like to touch you as well, my dragon."
Draco nodded in understanding, feeling embarrassingly exposed in front of a fully dressed Harry.
"Are you ready for this step, darling? It's okay if you're not. Our instincts are not all we are guided by."
Draco felt his shoulders drop and a warm feeling erupted in his stomach. Even while he's being all dominating he's still looking at him as if he's everything Harry could ever desire, taking care of him and so happy to do it. And he was very willing to follow Harry's instincts, even if he was a litter nervous to do… that in front of him.
"Are you going to unclothe as well?"
Harry gave a smirk worthy of Salazar himself.
"Perhaps. Would it make you feel more comfortable?"
Draco thought for a moment before giving a slight nod. It wouldn't be so embarrassing if Harry was undressed too.
Harry snapped his fingers, surprising Draco when the clothes vanished, leaving his body for inspection.
Draco whimpered when he took in the sight of Harry's exposed body, biting his lip in worry. Harry's cock stood proud from dark curls, showing that he was very much looking forward to the night's events.
His mouth opened of its own accord.
"How will it fit?"
He turned red immediately after, bowing his head to not see Harry's face, not that the rest of Harry's body wasn't a nice distraction. Harry wasn't a crazy large man, but he had strong lean muscles and stood obviously bulkier against Draco's own build. He felt Harry approach him and lift his chin.
"It will Draco, and I will do my best to make sure you are comfortable the entire time, but that is not tonight."
Draco nodded, reassured slightly when Harry pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
"Lay back against the pillows," Harry ordered him.
Harry moved up to sit on the corner of the bed, seemingly at ease with his nakedness.
"You will do as I say, my Dragon, and I will watch. I have control here, even though I am not touching you. Do you understand?"
Draco nodded hurriedly, trying to get Harry to hurry along and let him touch himself. He was so aroused he thought he might burst before Harry even gets to touch him.
"First, I want you to take yourself in your hand and slowly stroke."
Draco was quick to obey, grabbing his pulsing length with his right hand, and keeping his left on the mattress, clutching at the sheets.
"No."
Draco froze.
"With your left hand. I have plans for the other."
Draco switched hands, glancing up at Harry a little confused and quickly averting his gaze back down to stare vaguely at Harry's chest.
His deep voice cut through Draco's haze.
"Trail that hand down your body. Slowly."
He did so, swallowing his nerves to connect eyes with Harry again.
"Oh!"
Draco's hips bucked up of their own accord, thrusting up into his own hand and breathing deeply. Harry wasn't even looking at his movements. His gaze remained unwavering in connection with Draco's.
"Suck on your fingers, you will want them wet."
Draco glanced down to his fingers then up again before slowly pulling his hand to his mouth and coating three fingers as thoroughly as he could manage in his saliva.
"Trail back down to your entrance."
"I've never done that," he whispered, pausing when he realized he spoke aloud.
Harry leaned forward, and when Draco looked up he was immediately swallowed in his gaze.
"Done what? You'll have to be more specific."
His pale skin turned red.
"I haven't- never touched myself there."
Harry smiled.
"I'm honoured to witness your first then."
Draco nodded, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Dragon," Harry whispered.
His eyes snapped open, looking up beseechingly at Harry.
"Do you want to stop?"
Draco shook his head quickly.
"No! I just— um. I'm allowed to be nervous!"
Harry left the corner of the bed and crouched over him in a hug.
"You're with me, darling. I'm not expecting some Slytherin prince sex god type of show. It'll be sexy because it's you."
Draco relaxed under him, and Harry lifted up so he was kneeling over him to give Draco range of movement. He didn't go back to his side of the bed.
"You'll like it," Harry said. "I promise."
Draco took a deep breath before pushing one finger in past the first ring of muscle. He wriggled slightly, trying to get used to the new sensation.
"Feel good?"
"Kind of..."
Draco looked like he wasn't really sure, and Harry took his time roaming his eyes up Draco's body.
"Would you like my hands more? Would you prefer it if my fingers were in you now? Stretching you out?"
Draco groaned with those words, sinking further onto himself even as Harry captured his eyes again. He could feel Harry's heat, nearly close enough to lean forward and kiss.
"Yes," Draco gasped out, moving the finger in and out experimentally.
"Next time, Dragon," he promised. "Don't forget to keep stroking, love."
Draco started stroking again eagerly, keeping time with the movements of his other hand. Next time? Definitely. Sounds passed by his lips that the ice prince of Slytherin would usually be embarrassed of, but Harry's desire read clear in his eyes, and the intensity of it was licking up his spine and riding on the pleasure that coiled along with it.
"How are you feeling now?"
"Yess," the blonde hissed, not really able to give much more in reply as he experienced the pleasure both of his hands were giving him.
"Add another one."
Draco seemed surprised by his own lack of hesitance to do so. He removed his finger to push it back in with another, distracted from the stretch when Harry gestured for him to keep stroking himself. He moved faster until Harry's voice demanded him to change something.
"Curl them upward."
Draco obeyed immediately, as if by a spell, then threw his head back against the pillows with a moan, eyes rolling back.
"Oh gods!"
He pumped in time with every press against that spot, writhing wantonly in the bed.
"Harry-"
"Are you close?"
Draco nodded quickly, his blonde hair slick with sweat against his head. Harry smiled, pushing the hand that was on his dick away and taking him into his mouth. Draco tried to keep his eyes open but failed as he picked up the pace with his still-occupied hand, the other finding its way into Harry's messy hair.
"Mine," Harry whispered, in slight amazement.
Draco stuttered slightly.
"Want yours in me. Want! Oh please, Harry!" Draco started babbling, "Want your hands. Want to feel you inside."
Harry was already pulling Draco's hands away from his hole and replacing them with his own thicker ones, licking at Draco's slit to distract him from any discomfort.
"Yes," he gasped in agreement, pumping himself on Harry's hand.
Harry scissored his fingers some, continuing to press that wondrous bundle of nerves repeatedly.
"Harry!"
Draco's hips stuttered, not sure what pleasure to move against even as Harry held him firm, curling his fingers again and swallowing around him to lead him through his climax.
"Beautiful," Harry whispered when he let Draco's softening cock out of his mouth.
Draco's eyes fluttered open, and he realized that Harry was staring at him unabashedly. He couldn't help but blush.
Harry slipped his fingers out of him, casting a light cleansing charm over their sweaty skin.
"You are so perfect," Harry continued, moving up his body.
Draco bit his lip, not sure how to reply to such a statement.
Harry smiled at him, kissing him languidly.
"I enjoyed that, my Dragon."
Draco looked down, seeing Harry's obvious arousal as it pressed against his leg.
"Do you want me to-"
"No," Harry cut him off, caressing his face to soften to harshness of his words.
"The first night of pleasure is not for me. It is for you. You are supposed to show me how to please my submissive, and I am not to please myself."
"Why?"
Harry shifted them around, laying back and placing Draco to rest atop him.
"It is to serve as a reminder of how much I want my mate. It tests my resolve to court you correctly."
"Well, how will I know how to please you if I can't do so?"
Harry kissed him lightly, tucking him into his neck.
"Next time, Dragon. For now, rest. We have to go back to the tent come morning."
"Why can't we all stay here?"
Harry shrugged.
"Only a Potter can get in, and of course a mate. They wouldn't be able to pass the wards, and they can't be changed."
The Slytherin nodded in understanding, sleepily pressing a kiss to Harry's chest.
"Goodnight, my love," Harry whispered as they fell into a soft doze.
Next Chapter we will see who Hermione is going to be paired with!