Visitations 5
Title: Visitations 5
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, ofc
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sexual activity
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1275
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for suzyblack, who requested more of Visitations
♦ hp_creatures February prompt - graveyard
Summary: Harry visits his parents' graves.
Harry awoke and stretched. The bed in his hidden chamber was large and comfortable. It could have been made of stone, however, for all Harry was aware of it during the daylight hours. Draco had graced this bed only once--the night they returned from France, after putting a stop to Veronique and her ilk. Although Harry had allowed Draco into his lair, he had yet to reveal its exact location in the manor house.
Harry rose from his bed. He thirsted for his Consort, but first, Harry had something else to attend to. He dressed in silence, recalling with pleasure last night's visit from Hermione and Ron. Harry had mistakenly believed that his friends were lost to him, along with his former, mortal life. It had taken Draco's underhanded machinations to let Harry know that his friends had not abandoned him. Instead, Harry was left to realize that he was the one who'd abandoned them, believing that they would never accept him as he now was. Harry felt a flicker of shame. He should have known better; he should have trusted Ron and Hermione.
Emboldened by the success of his reunion with his friends, Harry had others he wished to reconnect with--two very important people. He finished dressing and dematerialized.
~*~
Harry appeared at the gates to the graveyard in Godric's Hollow. He looked around to be sure no Muggles were about, and then he steeled himself and opened the gates. Harry walked slowly towards his parents' graves. He paused when he was in front of the headstones.
"Hello, Mum, Dad," Harry greeted in a rough whisper. He seldom carried his wand with him any longer, but he'd brought it with him tonight. Harry drew his wand and performed the simple spell that Hermione had taught him years ago, decorating his parents' stones with a garland of blooms and greenery. It looked nice. Harry could see that his parents' graves were cared for, and he made a mental note to reward the person who had been performing the service for him. Perhaps he could send Draco and Clarise to find out. It would do both of them good to get out of the manor house.
Harry leaned forward, placing his hands, one on each headstone. He gazed down at the names of James and Lily Potter, engraved in the cold stone. "Forgive me," Harry said. He stood up straight and cleared his throat. Harry drew the shadows to himself and disappeared.
~*~
Draco was becoming concerned. It wasn't like Harry to not put in an appearance as soon as the sun set. Draco wondered if he should join Clarise for dinner. Typically, Harry arrived at sundown, shagged Draco inside out, and then they would have dinner with Clarise.
Deciding that Harry could take care of himself, Draco began dressing for dinner. He'd just donned his suit jacket when the hair on his nape stood up. Draco breathed a sigh of relief, even as he felt a stab of irritation. He turned around, biting back the urge to ask Harry where he'd been. No doubt, Harry would take the opportunity to remind Draco of his place.
Draco shivered at the thought, and he saw Harry's nostrils flare.
"Did you miss me?" Harry taunted, the tips of his fangs showing as he smirked.
Draco couldn't deny it, but he refused to admit it.
"Let us dine with Clarise," said Harry. "I will see to your needs afterward."
Draco was disappointed, but he didn't dare argue. He simply nodded and preceded Harry from the bedroom. Clarise was already seated in the dining room when they entered.
"You needn't have waited on us, Clarise," Harry said smoothly.
Clarise smiled winningly. "I would have waited only a few more moments, I assure you," she said.
Hulda the house-elf entered, snapped her fingers, and dinner appeared on the table. Draco made small talk with Harry and Clarise as they ate. He barely tasted his food. The lust he'd felt when Harry first materialized in the bedroom had subsided to a dull ache, but it was distracting nonetheless. By the time dinner was over, Draco could barely concentrate on the meal, nor on the conversation.
When dinner was over, Clarise took her leave, saying she wished to find something to read in the library. Harry turned to go upstairs, beckoning for Draco to follow. Draco nearly stumbled in his haste to obey. He followed Harry into the master bedroom and began getting undressed without further instruction.
"Eager, are we?" Harry teased.
"Yes," Draco admitted. There was no sense trying to deny it, not when he knew Harry could scent his arousal.
Harry chuckled and toed off his shoes. He took his time undressing, leaving Draco naked, waiting, and wanting. He had to resist the temptation to tell Harry to hurry. Harry, damn him, took his time. He removed his jacket and tie, then slowly undid each button of his shirt. Draco was trying to be patient, but a strangled whimper slipped free.
Harry paused in the act of unbuttoning one of his cuffs. He glanced at Draco and smirked again. "Since you seem so impatient, lie on the bed and spread your legs."
Draco nearly flung himself across the bed in his haste to obey.
Harry continued to remove his shirt at the same, deliberate pace.
"Hurry, Harry," Draco implored.
Harry draped his shirt across his bureau and undid the button at the top of his fly. He tugged his zip down slowly.
Draco quivered on the bed.
Harry withdrew his cock and Summoned a bottle of lubricant with a mere flick of his fingers. He stroked lube up and down his shaft, while Draco's dilated eyes watched him hungrily. Harry prowled to the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped beneath his weight. He positioned himself between Draco's legs.
"Are you ready for me, Draco?"
"Yes," Draco breathed. "Ungh," he groaned, when Harry thrust into him. Fuck, it hurt, but it was what Draco had been craving. He forced himself to relax, which eased the discomfort and allowed Harry to penetrate him more deeply.
"I love to feel how your body yields to mine," said Harry. He drew back and thrust in again, and Draco's eyes rolled back. "Tell me what you want, Draco."
"H-Harry," Draco panted. His vampire lover had pulled out until only the tip of his cock was inside of Draco. He teased Draco with minute motions, causing Draco's rim to flutter in reaction. Draco raised his hips, trying to take Harry deeper. "Bite me, Harry," he moaned.
Harry leaned in and bent his head. Draco sucked in his breath and held it in anticipation. He groaned in dismay when he felt the warm swipe of Harry's tongue, laving his throat.
Harry chuckled. "Patience," he whispered against Draco's skin.
Just as Draco relaxed again, Harry struck with his fangs. Draco cried out, his entire body tensing for one, heart-stopping moment before he tumbled into climax. He shuddered beneath Harry, cock pulsing between them. Draco drew his knees up high, one hand fisting itself in Harry's hair while the other clutched at his lover's back.
Harry growled against Draco's throat as he fed, coaxing another spasm from Draco. He continued to thrust, even as Draco's muscles slackened. His hands fell away, and his legs splayed to the side as Draco enjoyed the lassitude that followed a spectacular orgasm. He felt Harry retract his fangs and lave the wounds with his tongue. A moment later, Draco felt the result of Harry's pleasure as Harry spurted inside of him.
When Harry withdrew, Draco sighed and snuggled into the duvet.
Harry chuckled. "Have I worn you out?"
All Draco managed was a hum of agreement and contentment.
"Sleep," said Harry, moving away and drawing the covers over Draco. "I will return to you before dawn."
Visitations 6
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, ofc
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sexual activity
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1275
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for suzyblack, who requested more of Visitations
♦ hp_creatures February prompt - graveyard
Summary: Harry visits his parents' graves.
Harry awoke and stretched. The bed in his hidden chamber was large and comfortable. It could have been made of stone, however, for all Harry was aware of it during the daylight hours. Draco had graced this bed only once--the night they returned from France, after putting a stop to Veronique and her ilk. Although Harry had allowed Draco into his lair, he had yet to reveal its exact location in the manor house.
Harry rose from his bed. He thirsted for his Consort, but first, Harry had something else to attend to. He dressed in silence, recalling with pleasure last night's visit from Hermione and Ron. Harry had mistakenly believed that his friends were lost to him, along with his former, mortal life. It had taken Draco's underhanded machinations to let Harry know that his friends had not abandoned him. Instead, Harry was left to realize that he was the one who'd abandoned them, believing that they would never accept him as he now was. Harry felt a flicker of shame. He should have known better; he should have trusted Ron and Hermione.
Emboldened by the success of his reunion with his friends, Harry had others he wished to reconnect with--two very important people. He finished dressing and dematerialized.
~*~
Harry appeared at the gates to the graveyard in Godric's Hollow. He looked around to be sure no Muggles were about, and then he steeled himself and opened the gates. Harry walked slowly towards his parents' graves. He paused when he was in front of the headstones.
"Hello, Mum, Dad," Harry greeted in a rough whisper. He seldom carried his wand with him any longer, but he'd brought it with him tonight. Harry drew his wand and performed the simple spell that Hermione had taught him years ago, decorating his parents' stones with a garland of blooms and greenery. It looked nice. Harry could see that his parents' graves were cared for, and he made a mental note to reward the person who had been performing the service for him. Perhaps he could send Draco and Clarise to find out. It would do both of them good to get out of the manor house.
Harry leaned forward, placing his hands, one on each headstone. He gazed down at the names of James and Lily Potter, engraved in the cold stone. "Forgive me," Harry said. He stood up straight and cleared his throat. Harry drew the shadows to himself and disappeared.
~*~
Draco was becoming concerned. It wasn't like Harry to not put in an appearance as soon as the sun set. Draco wondered if he should join Clarise for dinner. Typically, Harry arrived at sundown, shagged Draco inside out, and then they would have dinner with Clarise.
Deciding that Harry could take care of himself, Draco began dressing for dinner. He'd just donned his suit jacket when the hair on his nape stood up. Draco breathed a sigh of relief, even as he felt a stab of irritation. He turned around, biting back the urge to ask Harry where he'd been. No doubt, Harry would take the opportunity to remind Draco of his place.
Draco shivered at the thought, and he saw Harry's nostrils flare.
"Did you miss me?" Harry taunted, the tips of his fangs showing as he smirked.
Draco couldn't deny it, but he refused to admit it.
"Let us dine with Clarise," said Harry. "I will see to your needs afterward."
Draco was disappointed, but he didn't dare argue. He simply nodded and preceded Harry from the bedroom. Clarise was already seated in the dining room when they entered.
"You needn't have waited on us, Clarise," Harry said smoothly.
Clarise smiled winningly. "I would have waited only a few more moments, I assure you," she said.
Hulda the house-elf entered, snapped her fingers, and dinner appeared on the table. Draco made small talk with Harry and Clarise as they ate. He barely tasted his food. The lust he'd felt when Harry first materialized in the bedroom had subsided to a dull ache, but it was distracting nonetheless. By the time dinner was over, Draco could barely concentrate on the meal, nor on the conversation.
When dinner was over, Clarise took her leave, saying she wished to find something to read in the library. Harry turned to go upstairs, beckoning for Draco to follow. Draco nearly stumbled in his haste to obey. He followed Harry into the master bedroom and began getting undressed without further instruction.
"Eager, are we?" Harry teased.
"Yes," Draco admitted. There was no sense trying to deny it, not when he knew Harry could scent his arousal.
Harry chuckled and toed off his shoes. He took his time undressing, leaving Draco naked, waiting, and wanting. He had to resist the temptation to tell Harry to hurry. Harry, damn him, took his time. He removed his jacket and tie, then slowly undid each button of his shirt. Draco was trying to be patient, but a strangled whimper slipped free.
Harry paused in the act of unbuttoning one of his cuffs. He glanced at Draco and smirked again. "Since you seem so impatient, lie on the bed and spread your legs."
Draco nearly flung himself across the bed in his haste to obey.
Harry continued to remove his shirt at the same, deliberate pace.
"Hurry, Harry," Draco implored.
Harry draped his shirt across his bureau and undid the button at the top of his fly. He tugged his zip down slowly.
Draco quivered on the bed.
Harry withdrew his cock and Summoned a bottle of lubricant with a mere flick of his fingers. He stroked lube up and down his shaft, while Draco's dilated eyes watched him hungrily. Harry prowled to the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped beneath his weight. He positioned himself between Draco's legs.
"Are you ready for me, Draco?"
"Yes," Draco breathed. "Ungh," he groaned, when Harry thrust into him. Fuck, it hurt, but it was what Draco had been craving. He forced himself to relax, which eased the discomfort and allowed Harry to penetrate him more deeply.
"I love to feel how your body yields to mine," said Harry. He drew back and thrust in again, and Draco's eyes rolled back. "Tell me what you want, Draco."
"H-Harry," Draco panted. His vampire lover had pulled out until only the tip of his cock was inside of Draco. He teased Draco with minute motions, causing Draco's rim to flutter in reaction. Draco raised his hips, trying to take Harry deeper. "Bite me, Harry," he moaned.
Harry leaned in and bent his head. Draco sucked in his breath and held it in anticipation. He groaned in dismay when he felt the warm swipe of Harry's tongue, laving his throat.
Harry chuckled. "Patience," he whispered against Draco's skin.
Just as Draco relaxed again, Harry struck with his fangs. Draco cried out, his entire body tensing for one, heart-stopping moment before he tumbled into climax. He shuddered beneath Harry, cock pulsing between them. Draco drew his knees up high, one hand fisting itself in Harry's hair while the other clutched at his lover's back.
Harry growled against Draco's throat as he fed, coaxing another spasm from Draco. He continued to thrust, even as Draco's muscles slackened. His hands fell away, and his legs splayed to the side as Draco enjoyed the lassitude that followed a spectacular orgasm. He felt Harry retract his fangs and lave the wounds with his tongue. A moment later, Draco felt the result of Harry's pleasure as Harry spurted inside of him.
When Harry withdrew, Draco sighed and snuggled into the duvet.
Harry chuckled. "Have I worn you out?"
All Draco managed was a hum of agreement and contentment.
"Sleep," said Harry, moving away and drawing the covers over Draco. "I will return to you before dawn."
Visitations 6