So I actually cut the last chapter short. This was supposed to be what happened after Draco fell asleep, when they woke up the next morning. But I didn't think it was a proper fit so I removed it. However, because of my melodramatic moment in what was previously listed as chapter 3 (what I would have called chapter 2, but the prologue is counting as 1), I thought you guys deserved to read this… Also there are still 3 more chapters to add, but 2 of them will actually be posted in two parts. The length of them compared to my other chapters does not fit with the rest of the story well. So it may take me a few days to post them, while I'm trying to find a proper moment to pause the scenes. Sorry in advance. Hope you guys enjoy…. Also if you haven't, go back and read the updated chapter 2. It's an actual chapter now and not just an author's note.
Sneak Peek (Deleted Scene):
Harry awoke to the smell of Lavender, and he was beginning to wonder why. He slowly opened his eyes and in a sleepy daze he saw Draco lying next to him with a bottle in his hands.
"Lavender oil?"
"Harry, let me give you a massage."
"Draco, I don't know if that's a good idea… I'm still not okay with being touched in certain ways."
"Baby, I promise I'll just give you a relaxing back massage. You've been so tense lately."
"Well… Ok Draco." Harry reluctantly gave in.
"Now off with your shirt," the Veela demanded, "so I can relieve a little of the stress in your life. I just want you to forget everything for a little while."
Harry did as he was told, and laid on his stomach, tensely shaking. Draco straddled his back, and slowly dripped a little of the oil onto it. Soon Harry felt Draco's smooth aristocratic hands moving over his spine. They began to find every knot and work them out. Harry was feeling pure bliss as his Veela touched him, and he surprisingly let a moan slip from his lips.
Draco's hands stopped moving. He heard the small moan and didn't know if he should continue or not. The Veela in him was pleased that it was pleasuring its mate. That small moan was music to his ears, however he didn't want to scare Harry away, so he sat still and allowed him to make the next move.
Harry began to turn over, while keeping the blonde on top of him. Emerald eyes met glowing silver and Harry sat up keeping Draco straddling his crotch. Harry didn't mean to moan, but the way those hands felt on his back was amazing. He felt suddenly bold and curious to explore things with his mate. So Harry placed on hand on Draco's hip and got a firm grip, while the other caressed his neck. He slowly moved his neck forward and began to suck on that smooth column of flesh.
The Veela took a deep breath as he felt Harry's mouth on his neck, and let out a breathless moan. He wanted to protest, but it just felt entirely too good. He had been touched before but it never felt like this. The intense pleasure from the fact that it was his mate was melting his insides with a heat he couldn't put into words. After a few moments of his neck being nibbled on, and his boyfriend gently brushing his hand across his member, Draco finally regained function of his brain when he remembered his mate's rapist was in this very house and could walk in at any moment.
"Harry… we need to stop." But Harry didn't listen to Draco, and the blond didn't put up much of a fight after a hand slipped momentarily into his pajama pants. Harry then moved his lips to Draco's and they shared a kiss that set their skin aflame. Literally that it, what neither noticed was that their skin was emitting a pale blue flame, and while it left no marks or burns on the couple, it had actually warmed up the room.
Harry gripped Draco's hips with both hands, ignoring the whine that escaped the blonde's lips when he stopped brushing his hand over his member. He began to thrust his hips upwards slowly. Without hesitation Draco ground his hips into his mates, while biting his lips. His hands went to Harry's shoulders blades, where he began to gently rub. They kissed and rubbed their rock hard erections against each other.
Then suddenly the Veela remembered what he had promised his mate again. His body and mind couldn't seem to agree. He knew that if Harry was distressed his inner Veela would feel it, and he's be forced to stop. But that was happening. It was his conscious that was causing him to want to keep this from happening. While his body kept moving in time with Harry's, he did manage to say between soft moans, "Love, I promised you only a back massage. We need to stop…."
Harry cut Draco off and began to thrust recklessly and with more force, "I'm so close." And the Veela was too. As they began to approach their climax, the flames on their skin grew more intense. But it all came to a sudden end, when they heard the sound of the room door opening and frantically moved away from one another.
Once again don't forget to check out chapter 2.
