A/N; I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown… This thing wouldn't save. I've been trying to type it out for about 2 weeks now, and … Anyway, I'm going off into a corner to cry. Hope you enjoy!
Edit; There were actually some stupid typos in here, so I just fixed them. Sorry, nothing new :(
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The feeling of eyes on him made Harry jerk awake, where he found Draco beside him in bed looking sheepish.
"Sorry, did I wake you?" Draco, Harry remarked, looked as if he was waiting for a bomb to drop. Harry paused for a tic. "Ya, but I don't mind."
Draco let loose a smile that made Harry's stomach quiver, causing him to smile in return. The blond leaned over to close the small gap between them and pecked Harry's lips as a way of saying good morning. What he didn't expect was not to be able to pull back from the kiss.
Harry had latched his hands around Draco's neck and pulled him back. They shared an open mouth kiss with their tongues sliding back and forth gently, and Draco shifted to move half onto Harry.
When he did this, he broke off from Harry with an unpleasant face. Harry jerked his head back as well, with an insulted frown. "What!"
Draco looked up at the exclamation, and quickly replied, "It's just that… my pants are crusty from last night."
Harry blushed and mumbled something similar. Draco stood up and offered his hand to Harry. "Shower?" Harry took it without thinking; after all, he always showered with other guys. They only had communal showers at Hogwarts.
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Ever since they had gotten undressed, there had been an awkward silence. Neither of them had thought this through. Harry and Draco were both borderline aroused by seeing the other, the only thing actually keeping their erections down being the embarrassment.
They had chosen showers next to each other thinking it would make conversation easier, but so far, it had just made things more uncomfortable. If you can imagine.
Draco was wracking his brain, trying to think of something to say. Anything, really. He couldn't actually grasp a single topic at the moment.
Harry looked up and Draco realized he had been staring. He gave an awkward smile which Harry returned, shooting his eyes towards the ground.
"So erm, you want to go flying after breakfast?" Draco, thankful for the interruption of silence, said perhaps a little too quickly, "Ya, sure." "Okay, great."
Shutting off their taps, they dried and dressed in silence, this time a more comfortable one. Harry ended up lending Draco some of his newer muggle clothes and to his surprise, Draco didn't complain.
Apparently they were a little late for breakfast, so late in fact, that they were serving lunch. Just as soon as they had entered the Great Hall, Dumbledore caught Harry's attention, calling him. "Mr. Potter, I was wondering if I could have a word."
Harry nodded to him and nudged Draco to let him know. He walked up to the half empty staff table, expecting to be asked about Draco and himself.
Dumbledore surprised him by saying, "I received a letter from one Miss Hermione Granger early this morning asking if she and Mr. Ronald Weasley might come to Hogwarts a little early, as they wish to speak with you. As I'm sure you are aware, I cannot allow this. Hogwarts is only open for students in need of refuge. However, you are not being held here, and certainly not against your own will, so if you so wish, I will allow you to visit them at the Burrow."
Through all this, Harry had been staring at him. 'Crap,' he thought, 'I pretty much have to go see them. They won't be incredibly pleased with me if I don't.' Out loud, he told Dumbledore "Sure," he would go.
"Of course, I will be accompanying you for safeties sake." He was grinning. Harry rolled his eyes, reading between the lines and despite himself, chuckled. "Thank you sir, when will we be visiting them?"
"I was thinking later today, if that's fine with you, otherwise we will have to wait a couple days as I have previous commitments." Harry agreed to this and it was decided that they would be going shortly after they finished supper that night. Time enough for Dumbledore to send a reply to the Burrow and to get an owl back, confirming.
Harry was turning to go back to his table with Draco, when Dumbledore asked him another question. "By the by Harry, how are you and Mr. Malfoy coping?"
Harry blushed. He had obviously been too optimistic to think he could get away without having that question asked.
"We're fine thanks you sir," he replied before rushing away, cutting off any further questions by the old wizard.
As he sat down next to Draco, he started explaining where he was going and why. Draco was quite upset to learn that Harry's friends knew of their situation, to which Harry said, "Common, don't tell me your friends don't know."
Draco considered this. "Well, Blaise and Pansy know that I'm a vampire, but not that you're my mate."
"Alright, but that's only because the last time you talked to them, you didn't know yah?"
"Yes thank you, by the way, for bringing that up. You know, the only reason I'm here is because of you. I could still be around my friends, if not for you."
Harry frowned. Draco didn't sound angry, so much as frustrated as he revealed this information. "You're… only here because I am?" Draco's features softened, hearing the uncertainty in the others voice.
"I think Dumbledore wanted you to get used to the idea and what better way than being around another vampire right? I was obviously not really… enthused by the idea, but I'm okay with it now." He finished with a cheeky grin. Harry couldn't help but smile hearing the last sentence and seeing Draco looking so adorable.
"Let's go flying." He said, swinging his legs over the bench to leave.
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After supper, Harry and Dumbledore left the Great Hall together and walked up to his office to floo over to the Burrow.
The Headmaster went through the fireplace first, and standing alone in the office, Harry seriously considered leaving. "No, you know what? I'm just going to go. Not think about it. Wait, I'm talking to myself…"
He looked around the office, his eyes landing on Fawkes. The bird was staring at him. Suspiciously, Harry thought.
Shaking his head, Harry said to the bird; "Right, I'm off." He threw the floo powder into the fire, shouting "The Burrow!" and stepped into the green flames.
Stepping out of the fireplace on the other end was a frightening ordeal indeed. Every seat in the living room was occupied, and all eyes were on him.
Looking around, Harry noticed that the only members of the Weasley family not present were Charlie and Percy. Even Bill was there. 'Oh Merlin, that's not good.' He'd had a huge crush on the redhead the previous summer when he'd been visiting Ron.
And he had to admit, it was still lingering. He studied the man. He was still as well built as ever, tanned as well from living in Egypt. He had sparkling blue eyes that Harry swore, you could get lost in. His all time favorite thing about Bill were his freckles. He knew all the Weasley's had them but he couldn't help but love them on Bill. He wanted to lick them, one by one and count them.
Adverting his eyes from Bill, Harry blushed and murmured "Erm, hell everyone."
The twins were the only ones to really react to the greeting and jumped enthusiastically to their feet. "Harry!" "Mate!" "How's your summer been?"
Harry had to momentarily search his brain to answer the seemingly innocent question. "Full," is what he finally settled on.
"So Harry," Hermione budded in, "I've been doing research and I want to talk to you." "A-Alright." Harry was most definitely not looking forward to this.
"So you're a vampire and Malfoy's your mate right? Can you use your wings to fly yet?" Harry was startled at the abrupt change in questions.
"Um, ya I can fly but not for a long time yet, and wait, backup. How'd you know Draco's my mate?" He looked around to the other occupants of the room. Most of them looked shocked and a few, including Ron and Ginny, looked disgusted.
"Well that's a stupid question Harry, anyone with any sense could have figured that one out. Did it hurt when your physical appearance changed?" "Erm no, I think I was actually asleep." He answered distractedly, looking around the room. He found Bill who mercifully, didn't look disgusted.
In fact, it looked a bit like he was eyeing him up.
Bill chose that moment to look up, meeting Harry's gaze, and winked flirtatiously. It seemed he was up for a little competition, including that of Harry's mate.
Harry smiled to him before looking back to Hermione, who was still talking.
He took the opportunity to ask if they could talk alone, before she got too involved in her rant on vampires and their habits. Hermione agreed readily that they should be alone, and both looked expectantly at Ron, inviting him to join them.
They were quiet as they made their way up to Ron's room, but as they shut the door, Ron broke the silence yelling, "What the fuck is going on?"
Both Hermione and Harry jumped, surprised at the sudden noise.
"Ron," Hermione chastised, "It's not like it's his fault! He didn't decide who his mate would be!" Ron blinked. "But Mione! It's Malfoy! Harry! How can you like that git!"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Look, he's not that bad. He's an ass sometimes, yah, but I think he's gotten better. I mean, he didn't actually do anything to us this past year. And besides, he's kind of hot!"
Hearing this last, Ron plopped down on his bed with a loud exhale of disbelief. "Harry, it's your business, I know, but promise me you will never saw that again. He's a ferret to me, and always will be."
It was strange but Harry knew that was Ron's way of telling him he wasn't angry with him. Harry smiled at him; then looked over to Hermione who was laughing quietly.
"What's so funny?" he asked. "I'm trying to picture you and Malfoy must be together. It can't be pretty. I can only imagine." Harry joined her laughing.
"Ya it's pretty bad sometimes. But most of the time, we're okay. Especially after we feed." Harry kept chuckling but Hermione had been snapped back into bookworm mode.
"Hey, you two haven't had sex yet have you?" While she had asked the question in a very professional way, Ron and Harry spluttered. I don't see how that's any of your business! But no, it so happens we haven't."
Ron fell back on the bed. "Oh thank Merlin. And Harry, Don't tell me when you do, okay?"
Hermione also looked somewhat relieved. "Why?" Hermione looked taken aback. "I thought you would have known… but once you have sex," Harry blushed, "then you're bonded for life. As of now, you're just mates."
At this, Harry looked horrified. "Oh god. I thought we had to have… I dunno, a ceremony or something. Bloody fuck."
Automatically, Hermione said, "Language. And most bonded couples do have a ceremony similar to marriage, but even if you don't want to, you're still bonded. And anyway, don't you like Draco?"
"Well ya but… bonded for life!" Harry decided he needed a break from this topic. "Can we talk about something else now?"
Ron literally jumped at the chance. "Yes!" The other two laughed at him.
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After catching up a little, they headed back downstairs to find Mr. and Mrs. Weasley saying goodbye to Dumbledore at the fireplace. Upon seeing Harry and his friends, Dumbledore said ""Would you like me to tell Mr. Malfoy you will be spending the night?"
Harry grinned, "Yes thank you. Goodnight sir." happy he could spend more time with his friends.
After Dumbledore left, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley headed upstairs to bed, the trio went into the kitchen to find Fred, George and Bill sipping glasses of red wine over casual conversation.
The three teenagers were offered glasses which they gratefully accepted. After all, they were all of age.
The twins engaged Hermione and Ron in a lively conversation about their shop and several new products, leaving Bill and Harry to talk. "So Harry, snagged yourself a Malfoy, didcha?" Bill asked smirking.
Harry blushed, not knowing what to say. What he really wanted was for the Weasley to shove him against a wall and ravish him. This thought caught him off guard, but he knew that the wine must be loosening his mind, even though he had stopped after one glass.
Harry shrugged in response to Bills question. "I suppose," he said noncommittally. "How's er, Egypt?" Clinging to the first thing he knew about the other man. Thankfully, this seemed to get Bill talking, and if Harry was completely honest with himself, he wasn't listening to a word he was saying.
He couldn't tear his eyes away from Bills moving lips, and how his eyes lit up when he spoke of something he had really enjoyed. When he gestured, Harry could see muscle moving under tanned and heavily freckled skin.
Harry was interrupted of his study by Ron patting his shoulder and telling him they were all going to bed, and they would see him in the morning.
That left him in the kitchen with Bill.
'Fuck. Are you kidding me?' He thought.
This was hardly a safe situation. It got worse all of a sudden when Bill asked how his love life was going, wish a sparkle in his blue eyes.
Harry looked at the floor awkwardly. "Erm, other than Malfoy, which was actually sort of thrust upon me, it's not really going anywhere." "Really?" Bill looked to be genuinely surprised. "I would have thought the girls would be all over you." As he said this, he edged closer.
"Well," Harry said, watching him close in, "I'm not really into girls like that." "Mmm really? Not at all?" Still moving closer.
Harry's eyes were fixed on the lips that were so near his own. "Well I dunno, I've never really thought about i-" Harry was interrupted by Bills lips closing over his. Not that he minded.
He was gently kissing back, his hands on Bills hips, and as he sighed into his lips, Bill gently coaxed his lips open under his own.
As their tongues met, Harry thought that perhaps he ought not to be doing this for Draco's sake, but then Bill started to massage his tongue and he realized, plain and simple, that he wanted to be doing this.
He wasn't doing this for revenge for Draco's hickey, though he was still a tad upset over that, he was kissing Bill because it felt good, and he wanted to. It was nice to like kissing someone you didn't have to like.
He didn't know how it happened, but suddenly Harry felt himself pressed against a wall, with Bill grinding his hips alongside his own. Harry had never been so glad that he had grown, as he was now the same height as Bill, and he felt their erections brush together.
Bill seemed to have felt it too, because he broke their kiss to gasp, and then fastened his lips on to Harry's neck, grinding their hips even harder.
Harry found they got better friction when he wrapped his leg around Bills, and when Bill felt this, he apparently decide to encourage it. He lifted Harry, hands on his ass, for a moment to allow Harry to wrap both his legs around Bills hips.
There was no grinding anymore, so much as frantic humping by them both.
Bill detached from Harry's neck only to plunge back into his mouth. Harry felt the others hands sneaking under his t-shirt to rub up and down his sides, and at the same time, pulling him down slightly for even more pressure on their groins.
By this time, Harry was so on edge that it was just a matter of time until he fell apart. Seeming to understand this, Bill moved his hand up to Harry's left nipple and pinched hard.
That was all it took to make Harry throw his head back against the wall and moan out Bill's name, cumming.
Seeing such a pleasure expression on Harry's face, Bill couldn't hold back either, and pumped against him, crying out.
After they had both calmed down and their breathing was back to normal, Bill held on the Harry so the latter could regain his footing, and leaned in to kiss him lightly. They smiled at each other as Bill reached for his wand and cast "Scourgify" on them both. They headed their separate ways to bed, both happy and satisfied.
A/N; …you're going to kill me, aren't you? Believe me, everything will be FIIIINE. TRUST ME! Please review!