11- White Magic
"Welcome to Windy Shores hotel, gentlemen," the receptionist was smiling friendly at Draco and Harry as they approached the front desk. "How may I help you?"
Harry got suddenly confused because he had never been in a real hotel before and looked at Draco, who smirked at his behavior: "We would like to have a room, if you have any free ones."
The woman was a little plump but with a kind face and answered straight away: "Yes, we have vacant rooms, what kind of a room would you like to have?"
Draco smirked after a small moment of thinking: "Do you have a suite? And is it by any chance vacant for the next…um… three days?"
She checked something in her computer, but then happily responded: "Yes, would you like to have it?"
"By all means," Draco answered and started looking around. "And where is the bar?"
Harry looked at his companion in disbelief. Just a few hours ago they were in the clutches of Voldemort and his gang of Death Eaters, but now Draco seemed resolved to get drunk. Then he looked at the receptionist, wanting to apologize to her for the Slytherin's stupid behavior, but she just chirpily answered him and indicated with her hand the direction. Harry didn't know who shocked him the most, the weird woman in the reception that seemed abnormally friendly and sympathetic, or Draco, who seemed to act like at home, obviously used to hanging around hotels.
But it all had a good side to it after all. Draco could easily talk the woman into signing the room on someone else's name, with a little help from Harry's purse with which he got acquainted surprisingly quickly. They paid for the room and moved in the direction of the bar, when the receptionist asked them: "Is that your Lexus on the other side of the street, gentlemen? We have a secure parking lot in the hotel, if you would like to use it."
Harry didn't know what to answer her and hesitated, but Draco just drawled casually: "No, sorry, you must be mistaken. We don't have a car."
The woman then looked a bit confused, but just nodded.
In the elevator, after having purchased a bottle of whisky, Draco gave Harry his purse back and smiled sweetly saying: "You had a little more than two thousand in there. I can't believe you're walking around with so much cash. It's even more astounding how you didn't get robbed in the hospital."
"I don't spend my time counting money, but when I decided to come after you, I took all I had. I had actually no idea where you were. I don't even want to think how much Galleons I have… But it was funny seeing how you could handle pounds. I never imagined that I had always thought of you only in relation with the Wizarding World. And now we are in a hotel…"
Draco looked back at the raven haired boy, and leaning his head against the elevator wall, said: "I did spend my whole summer in the Muggle world moving from one hotel to the other. So this is nothing new to me… Merlin, I want to sleep for a decade. I feel do bloody tired. Are people supposed to feel like that after waking up from a coma?"
"I have no idea, but my head still hurts…"
The elevator came to a halt and they stepped out of it. In the whole hall there was only one door with the room number 701 and Draco opened it with the electronic card key the receptionist had given for each of them, since Harry wouldn't have known how to use it.
"Merlin, this is really a suite, she wasn't lying," the blonde exclaimed as he got in and started walking through the rooms of the apartment. It was decorated nicely, but impersonal and too tidy for Harry's taste.
"She gave us a room with a double bed… Are we really that obvious?" the Gryffindor muttered as he had followed Draco into the bedroom, but the other was too busy inspecting the bathroom.
"Do you know how rarely you can see a real bathtub in hotel rooms? It's like a fucking miracle! And we have sauna, too. Mmm. I never want to leave… Harry, what's wrong? Why are you staring at the bed so funny?" Draco approached him and followed the gaze until it dawned on him: "Hey, every suite has only a double bed. Some hotels have suites with a lot of bedrooms, but all of them are always with double beds. She didn't give us this room because she thought we were flaming homosexuals… Although, I suppose that's how I came across, not that I mind."
"Is that why you wanted the suite? Because of the bed?" Harry smirked at his companion, raising one eyebrow.
"No, I like suites because they are the only rooms that look good in hotels and are at least partly livable. You haven't seen 'normal' double or, Merlin help, single rooms, they look like jail cells. The king size bed is just a good bonus," the blonde grinned and ran his fingers through Harry's hair.
The taller boy swallowed hard, suddenly nervous and dared to ask the question that was tormenting him all the time: "Er, Draco, do you think that… Lucius was right when he said we… are… attracted to each other because we are mated?"
The silver eyes suddenly hardened and the boy withdrew his hand, stepping a few steps away from Harry: "No, I know it's not true. And Lucius said that we have fallen in love, that we are lovers. Don't tell me it will hurt you, when I say that we are not lovers. And answer me honestly- do you think you have fallen in love with me?"
Harry didn't know how to deal with the change of Draco's attitude, because mostly when the boy had acted that way was when they were fighting: "No, I don't think so… You…"
"No, we have barely spent any time together for something like that to be possible. I cannot speak on your behalf why you decided to rush and come and save me, putting yourself in danger, but I suppose it was either because you care about me, which is a funny thing to admit, or that you just did what you usually do- run and save the world," the Slytherin had leaned against a wall turning his head towards the window, not looking at Harry.
"But, think about this, we kissed the first time after the attack on us. But before that, I don't think I would have done the same… I'm not trying to prove that Lucius was right, but I…"
Draco turned his head finally and smiled sadly: "Trust me when I say, I find this as weird as you do, but I still can see the logic through it all. First, I would not be in trouble if there had been no attack. And also without the attack you would have never felt guilty or a part of any of this. Second, and don't think I don't know where you're aiming at, Harry, I seriously doubt you're straight…" he smiled a little evilly at the boy after saying the last sentence.
"And what makes you sure of that?" Harry felt defensive and on the verge of slowly getting angry.
"Well, how many girls do you like? And not as friends or personalities or because of their sense of humor, but I mean, who would you fuck? As simple as that."
Harry glared: "That is so cruel, I don't think about fucking girls all the time. I just haven't met anybody recently that could be good for me…"
Draco pushed himself from the wall and came closer: "You seem pretty sexually active from my point of view, alright, I'm not trying to torment you or anything, just open your eyes, dolt!"
"Just because you're an exception, it doesn't make me gay," now he was getting frustrated, not understanding the whole point of this conversation.
Draco sighed: "Let me explain this to you. I suppose you could be bisexual for all I care, although I clearly see you not being that, with a relationship status of zero. Um, remember the lesson about glamour charms? And why they are called white magic? Granger forgot to mention to one small but really catchy phrase- glamour charms are called white magic for the greatest part because they help you see the truth. For example- if you meat a girl that is actually a boy and you like her… eh, don't make me spell it out for you… actually I doubt you really want to know this…"
Harry glared: "What do you mean by that? I remember the lesson and all of this very well, but I have never met a girl that was really a boy. This is insane! And has nothing to do with my damned orientation or me liking you!"
Draco now stood against the wall once again and looked scared of what might happen if he said what he should: "Remember Ann?"
The hairs on Harry's neck rose with horror: "How-how do you know her? Did you pay someone to pull a prank on me? What are you getting at?!"
"Harry, I'm sorry… I don't… when I left my family, I had to mask myself. And the easiest of it all was… fuck! I can't believe I'm telling you this. I needed a glamour charm that could be done without a wand because I didn't want to get expelled for practising magic during the summer break. Sometimes when I wanted to go out during day and not be noticed… I… changed myself into a girl… I didn't realize that I had sat down next to you until you started talking… I'm so sorry, I wanted to tell you, but I was positive that you'd kill me and then I just forgot… It didn't seem important anymore…"
Draco was looking at Harry with pleading eyes; he had almost braced the wall in order to have somewhere to lean against. The Gryffindor was just looking at him in shock.
"Her eyes were blue, not silver! Don't try to trick me…" came the response, as he was just hoping that it was not true.
Draco's mouth fell open: "You remember her eye color?!"
Harry blushed and nodded: "Of course, I remember everything about her. She is the only girl I have ever liked, don't try to fool me, please, I liked her very much… Maybe you know about her because you paid her to trick me and go out and then just leave me waiting for her like a bloody idiot, but I still do like her. She was beautiful…"
"Harry," Draco said and the boy couldn't make out the tone in his voice. It sounded a bit astonished and awed. "You… you didn't have to tell me all of that…"
"So, well, what is the catch? Did you pay her or what?" Harry regained his lightheartedness in an instant, feeling like he had won.
"You don't want to know… don't ask me that."
"What? Was she some stripper or what? How bad can it be?" Harry tried to joke, to ease the tense atmosphere in the room.
"For fucks sake, Harry!" Draco yelled, but the other boy couldn't understand his frustration. "I would never leave my eyes the same color, just like didn't leave my hair the same length! I was hiding; do you know anybody else with damned silver eyes?! I didn't want to be recognized…"
Something broke in Harry at that minute. Like a stretched string that had waited to be pulled, but not so hard. It broke and Harry rushed forward pinning Draco to the wall by his forearms: "Tell me you're lying. Admit it!"
"I am not lying; I would never lie about something like this…" Draco started struggling against the Gryffindor's strong grip, feeling exposed and wanting to run and hide behind the furniture.
"But then why?" Harry hissed. "Why did you continue to pretend to be having fun? Why did you kiss me?" The last question came out as a hurt whisper.
"Because I really was having fun. And I was drunk, and I wanted to kiss you, I liked how you were talking to me. As if I were a normal human being not a dirty little Voldemort's cock's sucker all your friends still seem to think I am. I was a little drunk and nervous and, I like you, okey? Satisfied? I may not be in love with you, but I know that I don't feel attracted to you because of the damn soul mate thing! You had changed, somehow become more happier that time, I don't know why, but you can't even imagine how I felt. It was just a fucking coincidence. I didn't come for the second date because I didn't even want to imagine how far it all would go… I didn't want to hurt you. But I would have not have given a damn if I still looked like a girl and you fucked me! Do you now feel like you have humiliated me enough?!"
Harry didn't know if he wanted to pound Draco into the wall or kiss him till he would have to hold on to the same wall for his dearest senses. But he just stepped back, breathing erratically, trying to comprehend everything the blond had said.
Draco took a cautious step forward, but not too close to the other boy, feeling scared to provoke any aggression. He looked at Harry and saw him staring back. It was a look both of horror and realization.
It took only a second for Harry to grab the blonde and pull him into a kiss. He wrapped his hands around the smaller boy, with one palm on the small of his back, pressing him close and with the other hand holding his head in place, not letting Draco back off. He was ravishing the soft lips, the mouth that was the only one that he had actually kissed. He knew he was holding the other boy with a far too strong force, that at any moment, if he didn't control himself, he would break his soul mate, but he was too lost in the feelings and thoughts rushing trough his whole body and mind to care about any of that.
Draco moaned into his mouth and wrapped his arms around Harry, running his fingers through the thick, black hair and tugging at the shoulders. He leaned in for the touch, submitting and letting the other boy take from him as much as he wanted.
Harry dragged Draco to the bed, and pushed him lightly down, then lying on top of him, feeling the rapid beating of the blonde's heart against his chest while his own fingers traced and caressed his face and jaw line. He leaned down to kiss the long, slender neck and heard Draco gasping loudly every time he bit him. The blonde pulled Harry back and reclaimed his lips and moaned deeply once again as the stronger boy pressed his erection against Draco's.
They pulled their shirts off and after a few minutes their trousers were also on the floor. Draco wrapped his legs around Harry's waist and tugged at him. The raven haired boy was lost in the soft feeling of the blonde's skin against his own.
"Just do it," Draco breathed out and kissed him once again, seemingly fighting to keep his sanity by touching Harry everywhere were he could reach. "I don't want to wait any longer…"
"Don't you need some lubrication?" the Gryffindor licked his lips in nervousness. Ever since the accident with the scratches he was cautious, but still couldn't wrap his brain around Draco's extreme neccessity for pain.
"Don't know, don't care, just…" he was broken off as he pulled a sharp breath and gasped as Harry pushed in him not wanting to be told twice. Draco arched his back and dug his nails in his back and struggled for breath and the feeling was threatening to overwhelm him with its completeness. He felt like he was finally where he wanted to be, doing what he had for so long craved for and with whom he wanted to do it. Like he was being taken and possesed.
Draco put his one hand around Harry's shoulders and the other twisted in the bed cover as the stronger boy started to move, pulling out and then thrusting once again in. He moved his hips to meet the pleasure, clenching his teeth to prevent him from shouting in ecstasy.
Draco moaned loudly as he felt Harry's fingers on his erection, moving in the same rhythm as his hips were and not being to hold on any longer, he came. From the whole set of climax his muscles convulsed around Harry's cock inside of him and the boy let his orgasm pour out in the deepest secret part of the Slytherin.
He then pulled out and lay down next to his soul mate. For a minute he thought he had seen the white feathery wings as Draco pulled the covers around them and snuggled closer, as they fell asleep, their breathing and heart rates slowly returning back to steady.
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As Draco woke up and started stirring, Harry awoke with him. He opened his bright green eyes and looked into the sleepy silver ones.
"Mmm… 'Morning."
"Good night, more like it, it's dark outside, Harry. We slept through the whole day."
"Do you have an urgent appointment? Why worry?" the Gryffindor rolled on his back and stretched like a lion. "If we don't count the time I spent in coma, I hadn't slept for almost two days. I feel so good now," the boy grinned and looked around the really huge bed. "Wow, we really made a mess."
Draco curled up under the covers, not wishing to leave the warmed up spot where he had slept: "That's just what I love about hotels; we don't have to clean it all up… I think that I will take full advantage of our wonderful sauna… when I'm ready to get up…" He mumbled digging his head into the soft pillows even deeper and hiding beneath the curtain of shiny blonde hair.
Harry stared at Draco's head for a while and then gingerly touched the silky strands of hair. They felt like water running over his fingers and he was overwhelmed how the color changed depending from light, it glistened in the range from pure white to silver and sunny yellow. The Slytherin raised his head and looked at Harry. The moonlight reflected in his eyes, making them seem to be like whirling orbs of quicksilver. The emotion in them was strong enough to penetrate their beauty; they seemed curious, searching, just like a cat's and as shiny.
But Harry was more shocked because of the trust that appeared there. It was something he had never seen in the boy's eyes before- complete submission that even made him wonder about his own worthiness.
"You are beautiful… I can't help thinking it over and over again… You are the most beautiful person to walk this earth, Draco," Harry breathed and traced his fingers over the boy's forehead and nose, touching his lips before kissing them.
"Are you only saying this to get me in bed?" the Slytherin smirked and raised one eyebrow.
"I already have you in bed, now I want to get you in the sauna," Harry smirked back and got up.
The blonde followed him into the spacious bathroom. After they had heated up the sauna, Draco looked at Harry calculatingly: "You do realize that eventually you will have to tell me how you thought of the dragon to save us. It was really beautiful by the way…"
Harry snorted: "Yeah, a decadent dragon for a decadent person."
Draco just leaned in further and said in low voice: "You have already taken my virginity; you have no excuses not to tell me your secrets, love…" He emphasized the last word to pick on Harry's strings, but he had no idea that he had caught the boy's attention with an absolutely different thing.
Harry jumped with a start, eyes wide and disbelieving: "What? This… This was your first time?! Oh my god! Jesus fucking Christ! You should have told me before!"
Draco smirked: "I thought you knew! I thought it was because of the wings, and well, that you had figured out…"
Harry started to shake his head: "No, no, no. I didn't have wings. You had yours because of the dragon protection. You are somehow blessed or something because of that."
It was Draco's turn to look shocked: "What?! It was your… fuck, you were… Merlin!"
Harry laughed: "Do you know… You are the only person I have kissed… technically speaking, Ann gave me my first kiss…" He then peered cautiously at the other boy, not knowing how he felt about the whole boy-turned-into-a-girl thing. But the other was just smirking mischievously.
"Do you want me to change again? Maybe you would get some kind of a kink out of it? Or maybe you like her better?"
Harry grinned: "No, I will not come near to a girl ever, not knowing what she really is. And quit avoiding the subject. How about that time in King Cross Station? You were with the… other guy… in the cabin…"
"It was just a blowjob!!!"
"I knew I should have never trusted you," Harry mumbled, remembering the comment about getting laid daily from the blonde.
"You should finally start taking your own advice then. And anyway, what do you think I am- a slut?" Draco pouted mockingly.
Harry just smirked: "Does it matter, what I think of you?"
"Now, that is a trick question, I'm not answering that!"
"Why? Because you're afraid of what the answer might be?"
"Damn, Potter! That brain you seem to have acquired over the summer appears to be functioning properly!"
"You don't think of me too highly, do you?" Harry raised one eyebrow, imitating his soul mate.
"That's your problem, Potter. And you are the one avoiding subjects- you didn't answer me about the dragon."
Harry grinned evilly: "That's your problem, Malfoy."
"O, sancta simplicitas!" Draco exclaimed looking at the ceiling. "And I was here in the wrong to be thinking that I was with the one and only Pure Savior of the Wizarding World! But he has rubbed off me and now is completely mocking me!"
"Calm down, you, Latin geek, I will give you the research that Hermione did on dragons and wyverns, then you will know as much as I know about your protection. And you should not judge a man from his hat. Because sometimes a hat wants to put him in Slytherin, too," Harry smiled and Draco's gasp of shock was muffled by the steam rising from the hot stones as Harry poured water over them.
"That's why you are so evil! I new it from the beginning, there is now way to fool me, you know!" Draco crossed his arms on his chest and furrowed his brows.
Harry took the other boy's face in his hands and kissed him, leaving the Slytherin flustered and craving for a little bit more of everything: "But maybe you're too deep in love with me that you just can't see the reality clearly and are already fooled…"
"Actually, I don't know, but... I think... I don't care anymore," Draco whispered, not drawing away from Harry's hands that were still cradling his face, and leaned in for another kiss.
They had both gone easily from a light-minded and trivial exchange of witty remarks to more earnest confessions, that left them thinking it over and feeling only the seriousness of their relationship and how tightly it had wound around their hearts.
Last night unknowingly they had reached the point of no return and had crossed it. Now they were two against the world and had to start quickly looking for allies.