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******** ******** Chapter 11 ******** ********
Halloween dawned and Harry awoke with such a feeling of nerves that he ran to the bathroom and threw up. All his housemates were now married and he was all alone in the dorm. He desperately wanted to call Dobby to him for a ridiculous conversation but knew the elf couldn't come. He wanted Sirius or Remus or even good old Albus Dumbledore but they were all beyond reach. He started to cry and leaned against the wall but ended up sliding down it to sit and sob on the floor. Suddenly, he heard a voice call his name.
"Harry? Where are you, mate?" Ron called. "You're going to be late!"
Harry threw his tooth-paste tube at the door to make noise and Ron burst through it.
Seeing Harry's condition, he yelled out the door, "Mione, get up here."
When they both joined Harry, they fussed over him. Hermione called a tissue box from the other room and mopped up his tears. Ron knelt next to him with a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong, mate?"
"Ron...Mione, you're my best mates and I love you both like siblings but I just feel like I've got nobody to share this with. My parents, Sirius and Remus...they- they're all gone and I feel..." Harry started tearing up again and couldn't continue.
"Ron, get your mum and dad." Hermione suggested.
The red-head nodded and ran to find them. He came back soon after with Molly and Arthur trailing him.
"Harry, it'll be ok, son." Arthur said pulling him up.
"Lily and James would be so proud of you, Harry. The way you've handled things all along has been incredibly admirable." Molly said. "I know you miss them and the others but they really are watching from where they are. I believe that, Harry. Fred is too, you know..."
"I know, Molly...I just suddenly feel lost. I heard you and Arthur talking to Ron yesterday before his wedding and it hit me this morning when I woke up that I didn't have that. I didn't have anyone to tease me about making sure I knew what to do when it came to being..." Harry blushed. "Intimate... and such. Not that I don't know...I mean I do! It's just that I could picture Sirius or Remus joking around about it and I could almost imagine my parents being flustered as they said those well-meaning things that would embarrass all of us but still make me feel they cared."
The group smiled at each other sadly.
Arthur cleared his throat. "I could say those well-meaning things, Harry... I could call George and he could joke with Ron..."
Harry burst out laughing at first but lapsed back into tears.
"Where is he?" They all heard Draco say from outside the room. "Where's Harry? What's going on? Why isn't he ready yet?"
"R-Ron, bring him here...I need to talk to him." Harry stuttered.
"But you're not supposed to see each other before the wedding!" He protested.
Harry sighed. "Get my cloak, I'll be invisible."
"What about him? You'll still see him from under the cloak." Hermione grimaced. As much as she wanted Harry to feel better about all this, the traditions must be upheld.
"He can disillusion and you can lead us to each other or something." Harry said impatiently. "Please, guys."
They all nodded and set about getting the two boys ready for an invisible visit. Harry quickly got the cloak on when Ron brought it to him while Hermione told Draco what was going on.
"Harry, are you alright?" Draco called into the bathroom.
"I'm over here, Draco." Harry said softly poking his hand out of the cloak.
Draco rushed over and carefully found his way into his fiancé's arms.
Harry confessed his sadness and let the blond comfort him.
"You have me now, Harry. Ron's mum and dad can be your parental figures and Ron, Hermione and his siblings can be your brothers and sisters...but I'm going to be your spouse – your husband. You have me now, and I want what you spoke about that day. I want to fight the daily battles – side by side. I want to be the arms you crave for comfort as well as carnal pursuits." Draco told him without embarrassment. "You can't be strong all the time…and I'll be here for you when you're not...I promise."
"Well said, Draco... may I have a private word with Potter?" Lucius said from the doorway.
"It's ok, Dray. I'm sure I'll be fine." Harry told him, reluctantly pulling away from the other invisible boy. He and Lucius waited for the door to open and close before Harry took the cloak off. "What can I do for you, Lucius?"
Lucius' lips pursed. "I do not do this often, Potter, but I'd like to apologize. Over the last month, I've come to realize that you are not the pitiful excuse for wizardry I took you for. The Dark Lord…"
"His name was Voldemort, Lucius." Harry interrupted quietly.
"Very well… Voldemort had all of his followers convinced you were nothing but a snot-nosed little upstart who had bested him by accident all those years ago…then you bested him with power and skill as well as superior knowledge and most recently you requested my son's hand in marriage." The older man shook his head. "You have stood your ground and not backed down in the face of my temper and stubbornness… I have had to admit to myself that I and many others have been wrong about you."
Harry frowned, thinking about what the other man had just said.
"A short while ago…When you failed to show up at the assigned time in the vestibule of the 'chapel' you requested for the ceremony, I doubted my aforementioned conclusion and assumed that you meant for Draco to be humiliated and hauled off to jail when he failed to marry by the deadline." He spoke in a hard but strangely strangled sounding voice. "Then young Mr. Weasley burst in looking for his parents who were seated in the bench opposite my wife and I. We heard him say something about an emotional crisis and so did my son. We all hurried up here and I heard you speaking to Draco just now."
"And..." Harry prompted.
"I was in Godric's Hollow seventeen years ago, Potter. The Dark- Voldemort took a few of us with him when he went after you and your parents. I was there when Bellatrix killed Sirius Black and I saw from afar the curse that was thrown at the window where Lupin and his wife stood firing their own hexes." Lucius paused as Harry's face settled into a mask of calm sadness at the mention of his departed friends and family. "I and all the other Death Eaters knew we were taking loved ones from you. They didn't care...I didn't care at the time and I didn't understand what else we were taking either...but I do now. We took so much from you, Pot – Harry…and I'm sorry."
Harry felt tears flow again. His lip trembled.
"Harry..." He took a step forward. "I know we've gotten off to a somewhat horrific start..."
Harry tried to laugh at that but it came out as a whimper.
"And I can't promise you that I'll spontaneously change my whole personality…" Lucius went on as Harry swiped away his tears. "But if you can forgive me for everything that has happened since then perhaps Narcissa...and I...can try to be there for you as well as our son."
Harry stared at the older blond. "Do you really mean that, Lucius?"
He nodded. "I do."
"…Because if you let us down- if you betray us, you'll never see your son again nor any children we may have. Draco's already told me that he's given you that speech." Harry tried to keep his guard up.
Lucius came over to him. "He did and I didn't enjoy a moment of it…but I'm sorry he had to. You've been good to him and I know you'll continue to be. Let us in, Harry. I'll try not to disappoint you...either of you."
Harry gave in to his emotions yet again and allowed Lucius to comfort him. "Thank you..." When he was calm again and felt steady enough for a public appearance, he told Lucius to get his son down to the chapel and he'd be there shortly.
The older man didn't bother to spell his shirt dry as he left and Draco gave him a strange look as they walked to the Room of Requirement. Hermione and Ron were there as well as everyone else.
Lucius cleared his throat and cast Sonorus. "Mr. Potter was indisposed. He's better now, and the wedding will go on as planned. He will be joining us in just a moment."
"What happened in there, Father? Why is your shirt wet?" Draco asked quietly.
After casting Finite, Lucius looked into his son's eyes. "Harry and I came to an understanding. That's all."
"Harry will tell me if I ask..." Draco challenged his father while plucking a spec of dust from the sleeve of his black dress robes. The shirt was white underneath with a silver tie.
"Harry is free to discuss it as he wishes. However, I will not say a word unless he does. Now get into position, Draco." Lucius neatly side-stepped his son's queries.
"Alright, fine... but I will be asking him." The younger man conjured a mirror and, upon seeing that his hair was still perfect, went to stand in one of the vestibules.
Harry looked divine in his new black dress robes as he came in and took his place in the opposite vestibule. The shirt he wore under the robes was white and his tie was emerald green.
The music began and the doors to the vestibules opened. The grooms got their first glimpse of each other as they each took a step forward. Tea roses were tucked inside each of their lapels. They clasped hands and turned as one to walk up the aisle – also lined with bouquets of tea roses – toward Headmistress McGonagall. When they got there, she got right down to business. "Ladies and Gentlemen, beloved family and friends, we gather today to see these two young men joined into the bonds of marriage." She looked at each of the grooms. "I understand you have prepared short speeches in addition to the vows provided by the ministry. You may recite them now."
"Draco, in the beginning, we were like oil and water." Harry smirked. "We've gotten to know each other so well over the last month that we're now more like birds of a feather and I'm so very happy about that. I have hope and faith in our future. I look forward to living out my life with you and our children."
Draco's eyes held a tender affection as he met Harry's gaze. "I'm looking forward to that as well, Harry, and I never thought I'd say that. You've shown me such kindness. You say that you're happy we get along... That's just the start. I can and will do what it takes to live a peaceful and contented life with you."
McGonagall smiled gently at the brunette. "Harry, do you promise to respect, honor, protect and care for Draco until your soul departs this earthly plane?"
"Yes, Headmistress, I do so promise." Harry answered firmly.
"Draco, do you promise to respect, honor, care for and obey Harry until your soul departs this earthly plane?" She asked the blond.
"Yes, Headmistress, I do so promise." Draco said with confidence.
The young men exchanged rings and were declared husbands. Their celebratory kiss was sweet and chaste but not without passion. The guests applauded them and the reporters present had their cameras flashing away.
As they walked back down the aisle, they vaguely heard questions being shouted at them but they ignored the whole crowd when Harry heard Lucius take charge.
"No questions! No further pictures! Please let the boys have some privacy! You will have the opportunity for more pictures at the ball, in just a few hours!" The elder Malfoy was telling the reporters.
"C'mon, Dragon, your father can handle the press, for now." Harry smiled gently.
Draco's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Harry...what the hell happened in that bloody bathroom?"
Harry chuckled. "You'll never believe it...He apologized to me. Lucius Malfoy apologized for helping to take my loved ones from me..."
"You're right. I don't believe it." Draco muttered with a shocked expression.
Harry grinned. "I'll show you the memory in my Pensieve. He apologized and then proceeded to comfort me. It was quite an experience to hear that man tell me that if I could forgive his past crimes against me, then he and your mother would try to be there for both of us rather than just you."
Draco gaped at his new husband. "He really said that?"
Harry nodded. "I know! It's mental…right?"
Draco made a strange sort of noise as he nodded back.
"Of course he'll probably still be a bit jealous of my role in your life and act like his usual domineering self most of the time, but I feel like we really had a breakthrough up there this morning." Harry squeezed Draco's hand.
"Yes, Harry – I really think you did." The blond smirked. "I hope it lasts." The newly weds walked along the corridor in silence until Draco stopped. "Harry...I know we have a week..."
"There's a week until the deadline…yeah." Harry nodded absently.
Draco whispered with a slight blush. "But I'm still kind of nervous and more than a little anxious...One thing you'll learn about me very quickly is that when I'm uneasy about doing something, it goes better if I don't wait too long..."
"What are you saying, Draco?" Harry asked as he cupped his husband's face.
"Take me to your bed, Harry." The blond continued to whisper as his cheeks began to flush. "Now. Take me there and...consummate the marriage."
It sounded like a mere suggestion but, after the last few weeks, Harry could see beyond the words. It was a plea. Draco was practically begging for Harry's sexual attention and Harry wasn't resisting very strongly since he knew they had lots of time before the ball began.
During the month before their ceremony, the two young men had taken the opportunity to date and become affectionate with each other, so Harry knew what Draco was asking. Harry's reaction to this was to duck into the nearest empty classroom and gather Draco into his arms. "I know it's scary, Dray. I know you're nervous. I'm not very experienced either. I've had one time as a bottom and it was nice but I've told you that I prefer to top. I've learned, over the past few weeks, what you'll like and hate. I know how to give you pleasure, Draco. Please trust me..."
"I do, Harry...but please...don't make me wait?" Draco asked. "I'll be dwelling on it for the rest of the day if you do and neither of us will enjoy the ball."
"If you're sure…" Harry whispered back.
"I am…please; Harry?" Draco responded softly.
The brunette nodded and took his husband's hand. "Come with me then..." They went down the hall, through a secret passage and up some stairs into the Gryffindor Tower room Harry had gotten dressed in earlier. "I've dreamed of having you here with me… in my dorm ...in my bed." He kissed the blond softly.
Draco felt himself get hard at those words. "I've recently found myself wanting that too, Harry..."
Harry stared at the blond.
Draco waited for some sign from Harry but all he got was a smile and a squeeze on his hand.
"I can hardly believe you're mine...You're so beautiful, Dray. Will you let me see you?" Harry asked.
Draco sensed that the other man was being soft with him. "Harry..." He got undressed and then walked to his husband's side. "You're the one with the control. I like to be told what to do... submissive, remember..."
"Yes, of course I remember...I just..." Harry began.
Draco touched Harry's lips. "Please don't treat me like glass that could shatter at any moment."
"This is your first time, Draco...Our first time together. I want you to enjoy it. I don't want to hurt you or order you around like some kind of barbaric slave-master." Harry explained as he stroked the other man's arms. "I also don't want this whole consummation thing to just be 'sex for the legal end of things'. I'm not going to force anything..." He pulled the blond closer. "What I'm going to do is make love to you..."
Draco gasped softly as Harry kissed his jaw and licked his Adam's apple.
Harry smirked, feeling Draco harden even more against his leg. "But I promise I'll try not to be too gentle, ok?"
Draco nodded shyly. "You're still dressed, Harry."
"I want to concentrate on your pleasure for now, Draco. If it'll make you feel better, I'll take the outer robe off now and undress fully in a bit." Harry told him softly, while doing just what he'd said. "Your skin looks so soft …your hair's like silk…"
The blond blushed and seemed to want to say something but Harry laid a finger on his lips.
"I'm not looking for comments or compliments, my dragon. I just want you to know how I see you; you are a rare beauty…and you're mine to cherish and enjoy." Harry leaned in and took possession of Draco's lips.
Draco felt Harry's clothed arousal pressing against his hip while the other man plundered his mouth. He moaned with want and whimpered his husband's name when Harry's lips moved to his throat. His hands slid down Draco's sides and stroked his lower back.
"Harry, please...I want your skin..." Draco panted. "Against mine."
Harry smiled and unbuttoned his shirt.
Draco pushed it over his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. His fingertips discovered the planes of Harry's slim but definitely muscled chest and abdomen before moving around to his back and encouraging more contact. Their chests rubbed together and Draco felt one of Harry's hands petting the area just above his left nipple. "Touch it, Harry...please? I want to feel your touch everywhere..." He whispered.
Harry's eyes darkened as he became even more aroused. He placed his fingers on Draco's nipple and squeezed lightly.
The blond moaned. "Yes! Harry, more? Please, more?"
"Did you do this when you wanked, Draco?" Harry asked squeezing his husband's nipple again.
"Yes, Harry; I did...feels so good." Draco whined as Harry backed him up until his knees hit the foot-board of the bed.
"Lay down, Draco..." Harry whispered.
Draco nodded and lay back on the bed.
"If I asked you to do something – or rather, not to do something, would you obey me, Draco?" Harry asked.
"What part of 'I am the submissive spouse' do you not get, Harry?" Draco smirked. "When I said my vows, I promised to obey you... Whatever you want, just ask it."
"I'm going to ask you not to wank, Draco...not anymore...not unless I tell you to." Harry imposed this as his first request made of his submissive spouse. "If you want sex, you can always come to me...I'll only turn you down if one of us is sick or injured, my dragon. Will you obey?"
"Yes, Harry." Draco recognized that Harry was taking his role as Dominant and closed his eyes, nodding in submission. "I won't masturbate anymore unless you tell me to."
"Good...very good, my dragon." Harry crooned squeezing the nipple another time before bending over his husband and placing his lips around it. Then he began to suckle lightly.
"Oh, Merlin! Harry, yes!" Draco whined and started to play with Harry's hair while the brunette ravished him.
Harry reached up and squeezed the other nipple at the same time, causing the blond to begin writhing under him. "Dragon, you feel so good under me...I can't wait much longer..."
"Merlin, yes! Harry, I want more of you..." Draco breathed.
"I so wanted a taste of your cock, sweet dragon, but if I do that, you won't last long...so it'll have to wait for another time." Harry whispered as he undressed the rest of the way.
Draco whimpered at the thought of Harry's mouth surrounding his cock.
Harry used a spell to call for his jar of lubricant. He opened it and let Draco smell it.
"It smells sweet and musky...it smells like you, Harry..." The blond's eyes shined as he looked up at his husband.
"I'm glad you like it, Dray; it's all I have at the moment. Now I want you to be totally honest with me." Harry smirked and lifted the blond's leg to access his most private area. He tapped Draco's puckered entry which spasmed, making Draco shiver. "When you wanked did you ever touch yourself here?"
Draco nodded slowly. "Just to see what it felt like...but I only went as far as one finger to the knuckle."
"No toys or anything?" Harry asked as he dipped his fingers into the jar.
Draco flushed with color and just shook his head.
Harry smiled and touched his husband's opening with one wet finger using a circular motion. "Relax as much as possible, Dragon; I'm going to stretch you now."
Draco's eyes closed again and he breathed deeply and let it flow out again. After the third such breath Harry's finger slid in and almost all the way out again. During the next breath, a second finger joined the first. The blond began to pant as Harry's fingers scissored inside him; once, twice, a third time. He moaned as the third finger joined the first two and fisted his hands in the sheets when Harry twisted his wrist like he'd turn a doorknob.
Harry twisted his wrist again and finally felt what he was looking for.
Draco let out a loud whimpering cry. "Oh, my Merlin, Harry! What the hell was that?"
"That, my sweet dragon, is your prostate. It's what makes anal sex so much fun for us men..." Harry smirked as he dipped his fingers again and coated his cock in the lube before spelling his hand clean. He placed himself at Draco's entry and looked into shimmering silver pools. "Ready, Dragon?"
Draco nodded frantically. "Yes...oh, Harry, yes."
Harry pushed in slightly and felt the head of his cock slip past Draco's ring of muscle. The beautiful man beneath him whimpered as he leaned in a bit more. "Are you ok, Draco?"
"It hurts, Harry..." He winced.
Harry stopped for a moment to let Draco become accustomed to the feeling. "Shhh...Relax, my dragon."
After a few more deep breaths Draco spoke softly. "It's a little better, now."
Harry kept himself still for another few seconds before pushing further and further in.
A tear formed in Draco's eye as he found himself fully seated against Harry's pubic area. He could feel Harry's hair tickling his ass cheeks. He looked up into Harry's green eyes and saw his lust. In fact, he could almost see the word Dominant in those eyes. He picked up one hand and tried to touch Harry's face.
Harry felt the power of his current position and he would not give up the control he fought for. He seized Draco's hand and held it above the submissive man's head. Then he took hold of his other hand bringing it up to join the other.
Draco's breath caught in his throat as he got impossibly more aroused. "Harry...?"
"Keep them there until I say otherwise, sweet dragon..." Harry whispered as he lifted Draco's ass and began to move slowly out of him. When only the head of his cock remained inside Draco, he slid all the way back in.
Draco moaned Harry's name.
"Mine..." Harry murmured as he licked Draco's nipple and pulled out.
"Yes! Oh, Harry...yes!" Draco cried each time Harry thrust into him and whined with every impact his husband's cock made with his sensitive prostate.
"Say it, Draco…" Harry commanded softly. "Tell me you're mine and mine alone."
Draco gasped as he obeyed. "Yes – yours, Harry! I'm all yours!"
Harry's eyes closed as the words sunk in. "As I am yours…I'm going to cum soon, my dragon... I'm so close and you're so tight." Harry breathed into Draco's ear.
"Oh, Merlin! Harry, please!" Draco begged while making fists in the sheets above his head.
"Hush now, Draco. You'll cum with me... and I bet it'll only take a single touch of my hand on your cock to make it happen." The brunette smirked and kissed Draco hard before thrusting into his husband faster and harder than before. Soon Harry reached between their bodies and gripped Draco's organ.
Draco began to sob as he felt himself reach his peak at the same moment that his bowels filled with Harry's cum. He clung to his new husband and wept with relief.
Harry didn't remove himself right away. He was enjoying the closeness of their bodies. He cradled Draco for a short while and soothed the other man until he was calm.
"Harry?" Draco whispered.
"Yes, Dray?" Harry spoke softly also as he wiped Draco's eyes.
"Please tell me it'll be like that every time?" The blond asked looking up at him.
Harry chuckled. "I'm sure things between us will always be intense, Dray."
"Will we do that every day?" He asked smirking, though still a bit red in the face. "I loved the feel of having you inside me, Harry..."
Harry's chuckle turned into a feral laugh. "And I loved the feel of being inside you, my Dragon... I'll be happy to do this as often as you'd like. But for now, we need to get ready for the ball."