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Chapter 13: Control.
Harry stared at the wall, willing himself to go ahead with his choice. The woman lay on the bed waiting—she didn't appear to be bothered by his preoccupied state of mind. He couldn't ease the niggling feeling that something wasn't right. It was odd that Hermione hadn't come with him tonight. She always comes with me.
He'd done the noble thing and checked on Annette—who was in pieces about Jenny leaving—he didn't tell her where she was lodging and knew that they would sort things out soon. I have worse things to worry about.
Harry knew that Draco was getting married today; he felt it deep down. Something in his mind and heart made Harry ache for him more today—a telltale sign that a significant change was coming.
Harry sighed, and looked at the woman.
"You can go," He said politely. "I just remembered that I have something to do."
The woman had the cheek to growl. "Another person wasting my precious time," She got up from the bed and straightened out her robes. Her angry walk towards the door cut short when it flew open.
"Watch it!" She wailed, bumping into Draco as she left. Harry inhaled sharply and got to his feet, taking in his attire.
Draco watched him through hooded eyes, sated with anger and hunger. Those conflicting emotions made heat boil up in the depths of his stomach; he coughed to ease the pressure. The door slammed shut behind Draco, and he stalked into the room like he owned the place.
"I see you've been keeping yourself entertained while I was gone."
"By gone, do you mean getting married?" He shot back, glaring at Draco through his round glasses.
"Married?" He retorted, stepping closer to him. "I did not get married today."
"Then why are you dressed like that?" His fine robes begged to differ, and Harry hated that he found Draco appealing in clothes not meant for him.
"I don't even know why I bothered coming here…" He snarled, looking him up and down with disgust.
"How hypocritical of you to become jealous of me being with another woman, while I had to watch you dry hump one of the whores last week," Harry ran a hand through his dark hair and closed the distance between them.
"I'm not jealous!" Draco spat. "I can do what I please with a woman."
Harry's chest tightened. Why does Hermione get things easy for her? Snape has taken this in his stride and accepted who she is to him.
"Very well then. If you don't mind I'm going to head home," Harry walked over to the door, and when he opened it an inch, Draco's hand forced it shut, turning him around to pin Harry against the wooden door.
Draco seemed to tower over him, but Harry didn't back down under his smouldering gaze.
"Why did you come here?" He asked biting down on his tongue to stop it wetting his lips. Harry wasn't stupid; he knew that Draco could feel the same sensations as him. However, the blond git was having trouble coming to terms with the concept.
"I..." His eyes fluttered closed for a second as he regained his composure. "I fled the wedding and the next thing I know, I'm here."
Draco's head lowered towards him slightly; it was enough that he could feel his breath on his face—a reminder that he was truly there. The thundering thump in Harry's chest begged him to take what was his, but he knew that Draco would struggle with the sentiment because he wouldn't be in control.
Harry didn't have an issue if Draco took the lead, yet, Draco never seemed to want to take the lead.
"Why did you flee? Did you leave the woman at the altar?"
"Something like that," He grumbled, and Harry gasped.
"How could you do such a thing!"
"Are you seriously lecturing me on how I left her? Shouldn't you be glad that I'm here!" He yelled in his face.
"Thank you for gracing me with your presence tonight Malfoy, but I've got better things to be doing," Harry reached for the doorknob.
Immediately, Draco grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them above his head. It was a move that was intimate and dominant at the same time, it could be a sign that Draco was taking control, but Harry knew not to mistake control with anger.
"Leaving would be a terrible idea right now Potter," He hissed. "A horrible idea."
Harry's lips separated, becoming dry from his staggering breaths. He needed to push his glasses back up his nose but didn't dare try to fight against his hold.
Draco wedged his knee in the gap between his legs. Their bodies brushed against each other creating slow—agonising—friction. Harry forced up his chin to urge him on and could only think of kissing Draco's strangely soft lips.
He threw caution to the wind and brushed his dry lips against Draco's soft mouth. Harry expected him not to react, but it didn't stop him from enjoying the thrill that shot through his body.
Harry longed for him to let go of his wrists so he could touch him, but he seemed adamant on burning a hole into his face. Harry slowly brought his lips away and gazed up into his eyes.
Was it too much to ask for? All I want is to feel something with someone. Harry didn't doubt his feelings for Draco, nor was he ashamed of them. A soul bond connects them, and he'd be damned if he was going to let that slip through his fingertips.
I don't care that my mate is Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy—" Draco quickly brought him back in for a kiss—a passionate one.
He finally released Harry's wrists so he could cup either side of his face. Fingers delved into his strands, and their bodies moved effortlessly together. The longer they kissed, the less tense Draco became—that's a positively good sign.
Harry decided to try to attempt some control. He placed his hands on Draco's waist, pushing him back towards the bed. Their strides were not elegant. Nonetheless, they didn't wish to part mouths.
Hot kisses flurried down Draco's neck, and Harry quickly removed his glasses. It was much like their dreams having Draco beneath him, but his Slytherin companion instantly stiffened, causing Harry to bring his mouth away from his long neck.
"What?" Harry's cheeks flushed a light pink as he leant over Draco. He felt a burning need inside him wanting some form of release, but he wasn't about to get said release from an unwilling partner.
Draco only had to venture his hand down south to feel the obvious erection he had inflicted on Harry; he settled his weight across Draco's lap and was delighted to feel his reaction to their mild foreplay.
Suddenly, Draco growled out in frustration, flipping Harry onto his back so he could govern the situation. Their mouths returned to caressing one another, adding fuel to the fire simmering inside of them.
Harry relished in the feel of Draco's hand wandering down his side to the back of his thigh. It seemed to move things along faster, and all Harry wanted was for them to have no clothes on so he was free to explore.
It did cross his mind that he wished to share another moment similar to their dreams—bundled in front of the fire in the midst of sweet, passionate love—yet, the relentless way Draco kissed him showed his built up frustration rather than love.
It didn't bother Harry at all. He was just glad that they were here together, glad that Draco didn't go through with his arranged marriage.
Harry gasped in the warm air when Draco began to kiss a wet trail down his neck. He became aware of his naked state a few seconds later.
Draco continued to kiss his way from Harry's neck and down to his collarbone, then he looked up at him with confused eyes. Harry could see the tightness between his brows and wondered for a second if Draco was nervous about their position.
"It's not fair..." He gulped at the feel of Draco's breath against his nipple, then the flick of his tongue followed. "If you get to keep your clothes on."
Harry's erection began to brush against Draco's silk robes, and he was surprised at the jolt of pleasure it caused him. Something unfamiliar coursed through his veins and for a second he saw the moment a similar feeling registered on Draco's face.
Yes, his body was on fire, but he could feel the magic wrapping itself around his heart and soul. Draco appeared above his face and stared into his eyes—a flash of gold caressed Draco's iris'.
Registration. Harry's soul was starting to connect with its significant other.
Draco lowered his mouth to Harry's. This kiss was cautious, hesitation was clearly in his demeanour, and Harry knew that his uncertainty was something they'd overcome together.
Together, Harry echoed in his mind. A word has never felt so alluring to him before; I like the sound of being together with him.
A hand clasped around his hardened cock, and Harry threw his head back with an exasperated sigh. Draco's grip tightened, trying to work out what he liked, and dotted kisses down his neck. Harry had never felt something as tender as this—he was in heaven.
Draco's slender hand began to pump his cock carefully; it was inevitable that he wouldn't last long. Harry buried his fingers into Draco's long blond hair as he nibbled at his delicate neck.
Low hums arose from his throat as Draco began to move his hand faster; he smiled against the skin of Harry's throat and brushed the tip of his pulsating cock.
"Mmm," Harry groaned, and he bit down on his bottom lip. "Draco...I..." No words followed, and he lost himself in the feel of his fast approaching orgasm.
His sack tightened beneath the brush of Draco's fingertips and Harry arched into his quick motions, throwing his head back with a grunt of ecstasy; he spilt his seed onto Draco's wedding robes and his flat abdomen.
Draco's movements slowed down until his cock softened in his palm, then he placed his hands on either side of Harry's head and gazed down at him.
A deep crimson blush covered Harry's face and being under Draco's scrutinising gaze didn't help ease it. A wandless cleaning spell rid the evidence of his rapture, and Draco reached down a shaking hand to touch Harry's warm cheek.
...
Hermione stepped out of the fireplace with a frown. Snape appeared behind her with a worse scowl and looked at her with disappointment. Whatever moment they'd shared watching Draco flee from his wedding was gone with the wind.
He's still angry with me because I jumped on him before he apparated.
She crossed her arms over her dress, unintentionally pushing up her heaving bosom. Snape's eyes travelled down; he turned away snarling loudly.
"I did what I thought was right," He began to furiously pull books from the bookshelf, scan them, then put them back with a growl. "I got Draco to do the right thing. All he needed was a gentle approach, and he was all ears—Severus that's my diary!" She squealed like a child and raced over to swipe it from him. It was her purple clad journal, which meant it contained the days she returned to retake her seventh year. Almost every day I mention him.
Hermione didn't know whether she should be proud of him. It was evident that he was trying to distract himself from getting angrier and lash out at her. However, she wanted him to shout. It's his way of getting his feelings across. I'd rather have him scream that he's upset because he could've splinched me, than ruin my perfectly organised living room.
Snape continued his rampage through the books and Hermione slid her diary back on the shelf. She had never needed to hide it from anyone before since Harry rarely went near the books.
Hermione followed him around his laps of the living room and took valuable objects and books from his hands whenever he picked them up. His snarling worsened. She sensed he was going to start yelling at her soon, then after maybe they could settle down and have a nice evening together.
"Severus!" She exclaimed growing impatient. "I know you wish to yell at me so please do so."
He turned on her. "You could've killed yourself!"
"That probability was highly unlikely," She replied. "I calculated the risks before doing it, Severus. I had no idea where the wedding was—would you have taken me with you if I'd asked?"
"No," He grumbled, glaring down at her. His thin black hair covered some of his face, and she reached up to move it away so she could look into his beautiful eyes.
"I know you better than you think," She whispered, and his lip curled at her opinion.
"You don't know anything about me."
"I do believe we countered that point before we first made love-" The notion made him growl, and he stepped away from her to sit on the sofa.
A sickening thought settled on Hermione. Does he regret it?
"Hermione, I can hear you thinking from here. Sit down and stop fretting," He muttered, gesturing to the empty spot beside him. She nervously hurried over to the sofa. "There were some nasty people there today."
"Oh," She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. That explains a lot.
"I didn't want you there in case they tried to talk to you," He explained with a sigh. "Lucius has kept his distance from them, but Narcissa keeps in touch."
"How bad are they?"
"They agreed with the Dark Lords opinions, but were never official Death Eaters—more distant followers."
"At least none of them talked to me," She tried to ease the tension forming in the room. Hermione understood his reasoning and was mildly flattered that he wanted to keep her out of harm's way. However, he could've just mentioned it to me; I would've been more careful.
"That's beside the point, Hermione!" He snapped, glaring at her. She moved closer to him and placed her small hand on his arm. Snape stiffened beneath her touch, making the lines on his face more noticeable.
She began to roll up the sleeve of his formal robes so she could reveal their shared mark. Frizzy strands of hair covered her face as she pressed a kiss to the Panther side. Hermione felt the sensation of her lips against her own mark and smiled up at him.
"I apologise Severus. If I'd known your reasoning for not inviting me, then I would've been more cautious about my actions. However, I'm not going to apologise for turning up at the wedding," She traced the outline of his mark. "Next time, tell me."
Snape was watching her with an uncertain look. "What did you say to Draco?"
"I may have bragged about our..." She paused, searching his eyes for an answer, but came up empty-handed. "Our..."
"Hermione it's safe for you to call this a relationship. I'm not oblivious to what is going on between us," There was a snarky look in his eyes—similar to the way he had been as her professor.
Hearing him say those words made her heart beat faster. It was nice to get reassurance from him; unlike Hermione, Snape wasn't easy to read.
"I gloated about our relationship," She smiled sweetly. "Quoted a Muggle author, then we were interrupted. He seemed adamant that he was going to go through with the wedding, but Draco gave me a look when he was standing at the altar, then ran. I guess he needed someone to approach the situation with a clear mind."
"Are you trying to say my approach was too harsh?"
"Yes," She chuckled. "Severus, were you going to tell Draco that he should flee his wedding to be with Harry?"
Snape growled. "I would never entertain such a ridiculous idea."
"They are soulmates," Hermione whispered gazing up at him lovingly. "Like us, they will soon bear a mark and be infatuated with one another."
"Are you infatuated with me, Miss Granger?" His eyes darkened.
"Of course not," She mumbled sarcastically and tried to move away from him, but he quickly captured her mouth in a heated kiss.
Snape lowered her onto her back and forced their bodies together. Hermione idly ran her fingers through his hair and lost herself in the feel of his lips against hers.
He moved his hand down her body, and Hermione shivered when it disappeared up the skirt of her dress. His grip was tight on her thigh urging her leg around his waist.
She managed to undo some of his buttons but got frustrated when he made her lose concentration by grazing his teeth along her neck. A gasp filled the air, and Snape smirked against her skin.
The desire sparked between them, and Hermione knew that he'd never fail to make her feel so alive in his arms. This encounter was less frantic and needy; both of them were in control now and happy teasing one another.
Hermione reached down to brush her fingers against the bulge covered by his dark trousers. He grunted something against her neck, and she smiled sheepishly. Hermione managed to gather her thoughts so she could summon blankets and cushions from upstairs. They appeared next to the sofa, and she laughed wickedly as she used her leg around his waist to flip him off the sofa.
He landed with a grunt on the cushioned floor, and she straddled his hips, beaming down at him. Hermione kissed him softly, and he didn't protest to her new leverage on their exchange.
Their bodies soon became bare from Snape's wandless spell, and they glistened under the firelight. She moved down his body to touch his alert cock, then lowered her plump lips to his glossy head.
She glanced up his body and saw that his eyes were closed in anticipation, then he hissed when she blew against the tip.
"Granger, if you're going to be a-" She wrapped her soft lips around his cock to shut him up. It was her first time performing an act in reality—she'd done it many of times in their dreams—but she knew her way around it. She wasn't oblivious to the mechanics of pleasuring a man. I've also read it in books.
Hermione used her hand to pump his throbbing cock simultaneously with her lips. She traced her tongue along the base of his penis and sucked him into her mouth. Her curls brushed against his thighs causing him to shiver.
She kept up the enticing act for a while, then she felt his body tense up as he neared his climax, but he quickly pulled her away from his pulsating member and placed her down on her side, so she was facing the fire.
His body was against her back instantly like he was ready to cuddle her in bed, but his arm slipped around her body while his other travelled down to her wet heat. She hooked her leg over his thigh, so she was open to him.
Snape ran his calloused fingers across her swollen clit, rubbing it in tight circles; his other hand squeezed her breast, rolling her hardened nipple between two fingers. Hermione let her head fall back against his shoulder, and he feathered kisses on her exposed neck.
His hard length strained her opening, and she bit down on her bottom lip.
"Severus...please..." She gasped through her passion.
Snape pushed inside her with an agonisingly slow speed, and both of them paused to indulge the feel of being joined once again. The tightness in her core was relentless, and she couldn't think of anything else but finding her release.
She reached behind her to bury her fingers into his black hair, awaiting him to move. He obliged, and they settled into a slow pace. They embraced each thrust which built up the aching need within them.
Hermione's other hand curled against the blanket under them, and she begged him to move faster. He responded by tweaking her nipple, she growled in irritation and Snape chuckled deeply against her shoulder.
"Faster..." She groaned, and the sound of skin hitting skin consumed the room. The pair moved frantically against each other and let their urges take over. Hermione cried out when her orgasm took control of her, she gripped on tightly to his hair and arched away from him.
A few thrusts later, Snape spilt himself inside of her core, grunting her name in her ear. They both became lax on the blankets and cushions in a tangle of limbs. The sound of heavy breathing was comforting to Hermione, and she was unable to rid the smile from her face.
"Hermione I-" The flames flared green, and Snape quickly reached for the blanket nearby and covered their naked bodies.
Harry stepped out slipping his glasses back on, and Draco followed behind him, then let out a deep wail at the sight of them on the floor. Harry soon realised what he was seeing and turned away with a yelp.
"S-Sorry 'Mione, I didn't know..."
"It's alright," She snickered, and Draco turned away from them so that they could slip into their clothes. Hermione's blush reddened, and they got dressed. Snape didn't seem embarrassed by the intrusion, but he was glaring daggers at the back of Harry's head. "You can turn around now."
Harry faced them with a shy look on his face. "I'm sorry."
"You should be, Potter," Snape growled straightening out his robes.
"How is Annette doing?" Hermione asked in an attempt to alleviate the awkward situation they found themselves in.
"She's upset, but understands that Jenny needs some space," Harry explained.
"That reminds me. I need to reply to Jenny's letter," Hermione grabbed Snape's wrist. "You can help me," He didn't protest instead he recognised her way of escaping the living room.
They walked out of the room, and Hermione led him up the stairs and into her room. The door shut behind them with a click, then she burst out laughing.
"That was not remotely funny."
"Oh come on Severus," She giggled walking over to her dresser to look in the mirror. "It was a little humorous," Hermione saw the reflection of a letter behind her bedside table.
The white envelope peeped out, sealed by black wax. Hermione furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and walked over to retrieve it. Oh, I completely forgot that I knocked this behind the bedside table when I received my mark.
"What's that?" Snape looked over her shoulder.
"I'm not sure," Hermione broke the seal and opened it up to find only a few words waiting for her.
Your dear Jenny will be dead by this evening if I do not receive my money.
RK.
The words didn't register straight away. All Hermione could think about was that she'd got this letter on Monday.
Monday's long gone.
"No...no no no no no," Tears welled up in her eyes and her mouth opened and closed repeatedly. "No no no no..."
