I do not own anything recognizable here. As ever, for LovelessZIM. Okay, so you may think this is moving a little fast for them, but please stick with me. Harry's...developments are going to happen very quickly from her on in. Read on and enjoy! Let me know what you think!
"Go back to sleep." Harry whispered as he continued to stroke hair away from Draco's face. He knew Draco was only barely awake from the way that his eyes were drooping. He smiled reassuringly at the other boy and repeated himself.
"Go back to sleep, Draco. I'll be here in the morning." Draco opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but a yawn came out instead and his eyes closed. Harry breathed out a sigh of relief and pulled his hands back to his side of the bed. They would have to talk in the morning, but it was 11pm and he just wanted to get some rest and put the night behind him. He closed his eyes.
Draco only slept for another 3 hours, waking up at 2am to find Harry cradling him in his arms. It felt nice. He could feel Harry's soft breathing brushing the hair on top of his head as his face was pressed into Harry's shoulder. Draco smiled to himself in the dark. He pressed a kiss to Harry's clothed shoulder, starting a bit when he heard a soft groan in response.
"Harry are you awake?" He breathed into the darkness, hoping for each possible answer equally.
"Yeah, Draco, I am." Draco pulled out of Harry's embrace and squinted in the dark to see the outline of Harry' face. He'd fell asleep with his glasses on and Draco could only see light reflected in the lenses.
"Do you want to talk?" Harry took a deep breath in through his nose and thought about the question.
"We should. It's easier to speak in the dark, right?" Draco felt more than saw the smile on Harry's face. Both boys paused, unsure of how to approach the subject.
"The date was a disaster. Well, not really, I mean the date was fun. But we went back to his flat and…" Draco bit his lip, waiting for Harry to spit it all out. He would be a supportive friend; he would be strong.
"I couldn't get it up for him. The kissing was nice, the touching was nice and you heard his voice, Oh My Merlin…his voice but, I just couldn't…" Harry trailed off and Draco breathed a sigh of relief. He searched his brain for a way to ask the delicate question that was on his mind.
"Have you ever…I mean were you thinking too much or did you drink too much?" Harry gave a self-deprecating laugh.
"No, I didn't drink at all, no, I wasn't thinking and no, I've never had the problem before. See?" Before he could stop himself he pulled Draco flush up against his body to let him feel the erection trapped in his pajamas. Draco searched out Harry's eyes in the dark, frustrated when all he could get was a reflection in his glasses. Harry rocked his hips gently and Draco bit the inside of his cheek.
"I can't be that person for you Harry; I won't." He nearly cried at having to say it out loud, but he couldn't allow himself to be used like that. Not even by Harry Potter.
"That's not what I'm asking for Draco." Harry's voice had gone impossibly deep as he placed his hand lightly on Draco's hip. Draco continued to chew the inside of his cheek as that hand slid backwards, cupping his ass before sliding down the back of his thigh to his knee. Harry gently pulled and Draco allowed the motion, settling his leg up over Harry's hip giving them better friction.
Harry could feel Draco's arousal pressing against his own and it felt so much better than what he'd briefly felt earlier in the evening. He held his breath and waited for Draco to make the next move. He was rewarded by a shuddering intake of breath and the barest hint of Draco's hips rocking against his own.
"So help me God Potter, if you are thinking of him…" Harry darted forward and placed a feather light kiss on the other boy's lips, stopping his words. He pulled back and peered at Draco's face in the moonlight.
"I'm thinking of no one that isn't in this bed." And that was all he needed to say. Both boys knew they'd have to talk, properly talk, in the morning. They would have to make decisions and proclamations to each other, but for right now, lust was guiding them. Draco surged forward, taking Harry's lips in a closed-mouth kiss that spoke of the time spent longing for the other boy.
Their hips rutted together in youthful fashion, in opposing rhythms until Harry gripped Draco's ass one-handed and started to move them together. Draco moaned into the kiss and began eagerly exploring the other's mouth with his agile tongue. Harry hadn't had much experience, even with kissing, but somehow he knew that Draco was an excellent kisser.
Far too quickly, the boys rutted against each other to completion, Harry coming first loudly and Draco following him as soon as he felt the pulsing of Harry's release against his hip. Neither boy wanted to move so they lay there holding each other and listening to each other's heart beats return to a normal rhythm.
"I'm in love with you Harry." Draco whispered into Harry's chest. Harry raised a hand to the back of Draco's head and ran his fingers though the soft blonde hair.
"Shh…sleep Draco and we will talk in the morning." Draco's eyes closed. The last thought he had before sleep claimed him was that Harry hadn't said it back.
Harry didn't sleep again that night, but spent the whole night holding Draco and stroking his hair, thinking about what he'd said and what they'd done.
When they woke in the morning, an observer would have called them adorably awkward. Draco murmured a 'hello' as Harry smiled down at the upturned face. He started forward to kiss Draco, but the other boy shyly ducked his head and began untangling his limbs from the blankets and Harry. Harry let him have the bathroom first, simply watching from the bed as Draco collected his things. He felt grateful that Draco, at least, flashed him a smile before shutting the bathroom door.
Harry sighed and flopped back on the bed, enjoying the residual warmth there from Draco's body. The boy was like a furnace at night. He interlaced his fingers behind his bed and thought about their time together earlier that morning. Harry smiled remembering Draco's profession of love, and then frowned to himself as he processed what he'd said in return. He then smacked himself in the forehead.
Of course Draco was shy that morning! He'd basically ignored a profession of love. He was such an idiot. He patiently waited until he heard the shower switch off then hauled himself off the bed and ran to the bathroom door, knocking repeatedly.
"What Harry?" Draco asked without opening the door. Well, that would not do.
"Let me in for just a sec?" Harry waited, holding his breath to see if Draco would open the door. He did and a huge cloud of steam puffed out through the open doorway. Harry nearly forgot what he was going to say when he saw Draco, still wet and pink from his shower, holding a towel up around his hips.
"I…I, uhh, huh? I had something I was going to say but I think I'll just kiss you instead." He wrapped an arm around the blonde before pulling his body in close and leaning up to press a kiss to the underside of his chin, then his mouth. It was chaste, just a press of lips on lips, but both boys felt an immediate arousal from it. Harry released Draco and stepped back to see the look on his face. Draco's eyes were still closed, but he was certainly smiling. His grey eyes opened and focused on Harry.
"That is a proper good morning. Take your time Draco, I'm going to head down and start on breakfast." Harry quirked his lips in a wry smile and strutted away. Draco laughed at him and slammed the bathroom door.
Harry, still in his now damp pajamas, headed downstairs in an exceptionally good mood. It lasted only as far as the kitchen doorway. Sirius and Remus were already there and both had their patented "We are your Godparents and we need to sit down and talk for your own good" looks on their faces. Harry's shoulders slumped in defeat. He bit at his lip as he tried to think of how to phrase what he needed to say.
"The only good thing that came from my date last night is Draco." He immediately blushed as he thought about how that might sound.
"I mean, the date was fine, but nothing to worry about and Draco loves me." No, somehow that had sounded better in his head. Maybe he needed to think a little bit more about what he was going to say before he said it because now both Sirius and Remus had identical teasing smirks on their faces.
"Bugger."
"No…But we don't want to talk to you about that anyway. Whatever you and Draco do on your own time is your business." Remus laughed.
"Do we need to have a talk Harry? When one wizard loves another very much…" Sirius was red in the face and holding his stomach from laughing. Harry was red from his head to his toes. He threw himself into the chair across from them at the table.
"Hahaha, laugh it up. Trust me, I've walked in on the two of you enough to know how it works." He mumbled, but it stopped both older men from laughing. Remus started to go pink and Sirius had a smirk on his handsome face.
"Well, if you ever need any pointers…" Sirius replied and Remus threw a hand up in the air in frustration.
"Never mind that now! Harry we have something important that we need to talk to you about. Right away, before our guests arrive." Harry sobered up at that, why would they need to talk to him and who was coming to visit?
"Right, thanks Remus. Harry we got an owl this morning from Dumbledore. He and Snivel-Snape, are going to come visit us today to talk to you about something important. Dumbledore wouldn't tell us exactly what it was about, but it has to do with your mom's family. Do you want us to be there?" Harry sat mutely, waiting from a thought to enter his brain. Something about his Mum's family? He had no idea what it could possibly be.
"Of course, you two and Draco need to be there. I mean, I'm not all that great at relaying information." He forced a smile on his face and wondered what in the word this could be about. At that moment, Draco entered the room, fully dressed and wondering where breakfast was to find three sets of eyes on him. He swallowed nervously.
Remus gave him a discrete, encouraging smile; Sirius scowled at him, flicked his eyes to Harry, then back to Draco and reluctantly smiled. Harry was eyeing him up like Draco was going to be breakfast and smirking at him naughtily. Draco sighed and went in search of tea and toast, ignoring them all.
An hour later found the four of them in the sitting room, waiting impatiently for the arrival of the two professors. Harry was jumpy and Draco kept stroking a hand down his arm to calm him. This, in turn, made Sirius laugh and Remus chuckle. Then Harry turned red and pulled away from Draco which made him pout. The cycle happened 3 times before the floo activated, announcing imminent arrivals.
Dumbledore came through first, absently brushing ash off his sky blue, shimmery robes. Snape followed afterwards, with an expression on his face that made him look like he'd just swallowed a lemon.
"Harry my boy!" Dumbledore came forward and wrapped Harry in a grandfatherly hug, resolutely ignoring the annoyed look on Harry's face from the endearment he'd used.
"Potter. Black. Lupin. Draco. Draco, what in the world are you doing here?" Snape looked at his Godson, trying to puzzle out the reason that he could possibly be here with these people.
"Oh, Hello Severus. I've been living here since the end of term. Didn't I tell you?" Draco answered too quickly for innocence. Snape narrowed his eyes at the insolent boy.
"We will be speaking privately before I leave this afternoon." Draco, cowed by that stare, nodded meekly. Harry opened his mouth and made to step in and defend his…Draco, but he was stopped by a hand on his wrist and a pleading look from those lovely grey eyes. Harry backed down.
"Shall we all sit gentlemen? There are a number of things for us to discuss." Dumbledore swept his hand at all the available seating, a none too subtle hint that he would always be the one in charge when he was in a room. Sirius winced and sat down, tugging Remus with him onto the loveseat. Draco sat primly and with perfect posture in the middle of the couch, Snape on one side and Harry slouching on the other. Dumbledore nodded and sat in the remaining chair.
"Harry…I'm not sure where to start really. I was recently contacted by the patriarch of a prominent Pure-blooded Scottish family. Apparently a member of his clan, the McDevitts, recently stepped forward and admitted that she'd had a baby and given it up for adoption. We've traced the baby's movements the best that we could and it was your mother." Harry's mind went blank, and then filled with cynicism.
"Of course it was." He whined. He put his head in his hands for a minute to compose himself, then looked back at Dumbledore.
"There's more, tell us the rest of it please." Dumbledore looked at Harry oddly, and proceeded with the other details of his mother's genetics.
"Apparently, this woman gave your mother up because she was a half-breed. While your grandmother is a pureblooded witch, your grandfather was a Gille Dubh." Harry blinked at Dumbledore with a blank look on his face. That was not a creature he'd ever heard of. Suddenly, Snape at the other end of the couch began to talk.
"They are a secretive race of Scottish Dryads. They are only males; they must mate with humans to reproduce. You have the, obviously, physical attributes for a Gille Dubh; which roughly translates to 'dark haired lad'. You have your mother's green eyes and are rather small for your age." Snape finished speaking with a sneer. Harry sunk further into his seat, knowing that there was more to come.
"While most people with a creature inheritance come into it at age eighteen, you've always been different, Potter, and will most likely have it sometime this year. There is not a lot of information known about these creatures, anywhere. I have attempted to do some research into your ancestry but was…unable to obtain any helpful information. You will have an initial heat, when your inheritance begins. I have some potions that should help you to suppress your inevitable pheromones. You will have a bonded mate. Incidentally, your grandsire has disappeared and no one from his clan will speak to a human. I was rather ardently informed that they would not speak with you either."
"So, what you're telling me is that I'm not really who I thought I was." Dumbledore looked at Harry sharply.
"No, my boy, you are still who you thought you were, just a little bit more."