Harry was in awe when he stumbled into a room in the center of Draco's mansion like abode. The room was covered wall to wall in glass, glass exhibits. In each and every one of them was a different kind of snake.

Dendrelaphis punctulata, blue corals, blue vipers, bush vipers, Black mambas, and rat snakes… and other's he didn't even know the names for. All with scales that were… beautiful…

Draco was sitting on a bench, a snake so baby blue that it startled Harry, curling around his arm and swaying in front of his face. His mouth opened in preparation to strike… but before Harry could even react… it didn't…

Draco reached his pinkie up and pressed against the fang. Venom of a light purple tint beaded on his finger. Draco chuckled. "Ok Luce…" the snake hissed but the only words Harry picked up were shocking…

'Yusssss Masssster.' the snake wrapped… lovingly around his neck before looking interested at Harry.

Draco flicked his fingers and the snake seemed to hiss in annoyance before un wrapping and traveling reluctantly back to his exhibit, going through the glass. Quickly about five snakes rushed towards their own glass, but only one got through before the walls turned back to glass… then Harry realized that it closed off as soon as the first snake got through.

Harry leaned against the door stop watching in wonder.

'Whossssss youssss?' he turned startled as a bright red snake hissed next to him.

'He ssssmellsss tassssty….' another snake hissed back.

'sssssso goood… want a tassste… '

Harry shook his head at their lack of a good vocabulary… but what where they saying?

' ssssmellsss like ssssex….' the red snake rubbed against the glass.

'he makesssss massster ssssmell better too.'

'whossss youssss?' the first question was repeated.

'I'msssss Draco'sssss Lover.'

Harry couldn't help it. He didn't see Draco's hands curl tightly, almost piercing his hand on the poisonous snakes fang. The Mamba hissed reproachfully. "Sorry." he let the ruffled snake go and stood up quickly. As he passed Harry he paused. Their eyes met, and Draco's were as hot as a furnace, and just as dangerous… threatening to swallow him whole.

Harry took in a breath. He couldn't identify the look in Draco's eyes, because it just wasn't…. Human… what was expressed in his eyes… was to much… just to much for any person to truly comprehend. Harry felt like if he was human… it would actually burn him to ash.

Wait… If he was human?

Draco stepped closer his mouth less then a inch away from Harry's ear. For a moment Harry could have almost sworn he two was speaking parseltongue, until the meaning kicked In. "Mine."

Snakes didn't know that word… they knew 'prey' and 'territory' but never once had he met a snake that knew the word 'mine' because that was a human concept… yet at that nano second in time… he couldn't help but think Draco meant all three…

But pertaining to what? Harry, or the snakes?

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Dinner was quiet, even the cutlery didn't clink loudly, but it was a pleasant quiet… something that would never happen in the Weasly house. Harry found it quite refreshing, but the memory quickly sent him into depression…

Draco slammed down his fork. "Don't think about it!" He roared. Then immediately quieted. Harry was startled… but strangely enough… it helped. And put his mind straight to his next problem.

"Why do you never use magic…"

"…It's a waste…"

"How so?"

Draco clenched and ground his tongue. He lifted one finger to indicate that Harry would have to wait a bit for the answer… but that he would get it.

He waited through out the end of dinner, the manual cleanup, ever time he would open his mouth, that finger would lift again and Draco's eyes would crackle with amusement. Finally when Harry had almost fallen asleep from boredom, Draco to Harry's Hand.

He used it to drag Harry crashing into him. Harry's hand slapped into his chest, but Draco just absorbed the blow. Then Power exploded into Harry's mind, and his body went limp, arching backwards in Draco's arms. He felt it…. Life, hundreds of lives… Magical and muggle. Oh god… these were PATIENTS… at the hospital… hundreds of patients… kept alive solely by Draco's magic… he had fused with them, they were feeding off it to heal.

"See… a waste…"

Something in Harry tried to open up as well. Then he felt Draco's magic falter, just for a moment.

Harry dropped, onto something soft. Draco was moaning and climbing on top of Harry upon the bed. Harry reached for Draco, needing to be connected again. Their lips met and clung, desperate.

Draco's hand slid up under Harry's shirt, fingers caressing his ribs before going back down to clench his hips. Harry's hands tangled roughly in his hair. Their bodies rubbed together, pressing close. Draco's thigh thrust between Harry's pushing roughly against the other's erection.

Harry moaned and thrashed around. He wanted more. He wanted to rip the man's shirt off. But by the time his fingers got there… the cloth was gone… all of it. Even his trousers and pants.

"Ok… Maybe not a waste… but my turn to do you." Draco took a lot of pleasure in taking off Harry's clothes, the muggle way. He teased Harry to near insanity while at it.

"Please… please?" Harry begged. Draco pushed his thighs apart and slid their sexes together. Both men groaned Harry wrapped himself around Draco, and they kissed until they couldn't breath.

In mumbled movements Harry whispered a spell, then arched his back and he impaled himself on Draco

He thought it would be worse, with just the quick lube spell, but it seemed that something else about the dreams was real too. Real…

REAL!

Harry had a moment of almost total clarity. They were linked… truly. He didn't know how or why, but he didn't care, and as Draco finally started to move with in him he decided he might never care again.

It felt perfect, as if this was what their lives were for. To be totally connected. Draco's thrusts came faster, more erratic and deeper, hitting Harry hard right where it counted. Harry held on for dear life, gasping for dear life. His head thrashed back and forth on the pillows as their skin, slick with sweat, slid against each other. Harry's nails dug into Draco's arms, leaving cuts. Draco's hands squeezed Harry's hips in response, leaving bruises. While Harry's sex was given friction from two sets of tensed abs.

Draco couldn't breathe either, their mouths hovering over each others, their breath kissing, what little they got.

Then Harry reach oblivion, and this time… when his power flared…

The only screams were his.