ATtD Ch 55 pt 2

[voxfuriae]

Last request?

“Yeah, something like that.”  Draco rolled his eyes at the sadistic smirk he was already growing used to.  “Out of curiosity, how much of that act was him?  Those memories, the shit you said; you played me like a fucking fiddle, some of it must have been him.”  He had totally played him, so much so that Draco had almost lost any sense of judgement.  It had been foolish to not expect Harry’s dire condition to awaken Nox Ămor.  With the boy bordering death, his alter ego would be stirring, ready to see which direction it would be heading.  Of course, Nox Ămor jumping for death was far past anyone’s expectations.  Obviously something had happened… likely something to do with that psycho La Lune.

Nox Ămor tilted his head, running a finger across Draco’s cheek.  What do you want me to say?  Little innocent Harry really wants to shag you into a wall?  He’s liked you for years, just never understood his feelings?  That he needs you?  Wants you?  Maybe even loves you?

Draco licked his lips, eyes losing focus for a moment.  “Yeah… any of those will do nicely…”

Foolish dragon…  Nox Ămor leaned down to whisper into Draco’s ear, eyes laughing as the boy gasped from the simple touch of breath on his face.  It is all him.  He knows how to charm you, he knows how to pull your pretty heartstrings, and he knows how to tear you to tiny little shreds with the perfectly placed words.

“Lies.”  Draco muttered behind closed lids, his knees feeling oddly weak.

Truth.  He is I, boy, not the other way around.  I would know him better than anyone.

Draco snapped his eyes open, angry red flaring in his gaze.  “Bullshit!  You’ve known him less than a fucking month, while I’ve known him five years!  You may be affecting him now, but I know the real Potter.  I know the boy that flew like a bird the first time he took flight.  The reckless idiot that would risk his life for someone he met only an hour previous-for someone he never even liked!  The one that couldn’t see past his bloody nose without his goofy glasses, that hated any and all of the stupid fame he got from his scar, that was righteous, and impulsive, and an absolutely horrible dancer.  You don’t know the first thing about Potter.  If you did, you’d realize he’s a hell of a sight better than your pathetic self.  At least he hasn’t given up yet.  At least he still has a fucking soul!”  He tore at the hand crushing his throat, and when that didn’t work he called on his power released when he destroyed the collar, his Veela genes transforming his rage into a feathery ball of claws and fangs.

His first punch took Nox Ămor by surprise, the hand around Draco’s throat tightening reflexively.  Gasping for breath, Draco broke away, leaving two searing slashes down the side of Nox Ămor’s face and chest as he fought to heal the break of oxygen to his lungs.  Nox Ămor lunged after him blindly, Draco scrambling frantically away, one hand on his throat to uncrush his windpipe while the other hand swiped.

You foolish-!  Nox Ămor barreled into the boy, knocking Draco to the ground.  He quickly grabbed a hold of the clawed hands and pushed them away so he could press a palm to Draco’s convulsing throat.  Hush baby.  Hold on now…   He bit hard on Draco’s ear when the blonde continued to struggle hysterically, tears welling in his frightened silver eyes.  Hold on, baby… hush…

All Draco could feel was the frantic, desperate flutter of his heart, his lungs heaving for air that wouldn’t come.  It was a long fearful eternity until he noticed heat slowly spreading out of the hand and into his throat.

There now… relax… breathe…  Nox Ămor gently rubbed Draco’s throat, massaging breath into him.  You silly little fool…  come on, breathe.  There you go.

Hot air suddenly filled his lungs, and Draco howled, dragging blessed oxygen in.  He stared unfocused out into the darkness, uncontrollable sobs shaking him as he reacquainting himself with the meeting of air and lungs.

It’s okay baby… it’s okay.  Nox Ămor pressed soft lips to the bruises on Draco’s neck, pulling him tight.  You crazy little fool…

“…I don’t…  Why?”  Draco croaked, his mind whirling at the confusing change.

Did you actually think I’d kill you, little dragon?  I just… I just want to go back to sleep.  You’re not supposed to get hurt.

“…Idiot.”  Draco gasped.  “You… you actually thought I’d kill him?”

Nox Ămor closed his eyes, a weak smile curving his lips.  Honestly?  I had hoped you weren’t as loyal as he thought.  Can you breathe, love?  You okay?

Draco bit his lip, nodding, even though he felt very far from okay.  “Don’t… don’t take him away.”

Hush, baby, the pain will fade with time.  Even for a Veela.  I’ll make sure it doesn’t linger.

“No… please no…” Draco snatched at Nox Ămor’s face, Harry’s face, wounds already healed.  “I won’t let you!  Please, what’s a single human lifespan for you?!  A century for someone who has lived millions of years?  Please, ju-just give him a chance.  Let him have a life.  Please!”

Hush…  He kissed away Draco’s tears, painfully gentle.  It will fade.

“Liar.  It n-never fades.  You-you know it never fades!”

…No, no it doesn’t.  Nox Ămor looked deeply into Draco’s glowing eyes, pushing the boy’s hair from his face.  I didn’t want to come back.  I wasn’t ever going to come back again.  Even now it’s calling me to oblivion.  You can’t hold me here… maybe for a few more decades, but that’s it.  Why prolong the inevitable?  You see how he suffers.  Those muggles were nothing compared to his dreams, and visions, not to mention what he’s had to live through.  You’re not enough to take our pain away, little dragon.  You’ll try, and you’ll fail, and your sweet little heart will break again and again, because you can’t save him.  You need to let him go.

“No.”  It was the only word that came to mind, the only one Draco seemed to be able to focus on.  “No!”

You don’t want him to suffer, do you?  Nox Ămor pressed.  It hurts him so much.  Do you really want to be the cause of it?  I know you don’t.  I know you’d hate to be the cause of his pain and torment.  You can take it all away, dragon.  You’re very strong, stronger than any wish I might have to continue living.  You can free us.

Draco shook his head slowly.  “You… you don’t have to die…  It doesn’t have to hurt so much…”

Gold detailed eyes sparked agonizingly.  It never fades.

“No… I don’t care!”  Hissing, Draco tried to break away.  “He can suffer for all eternity if that’s what it takes.  I will never let him go!  Even if it kills me, even if it destroys my heart, I won’t let go.  Stop asking the bloody impossible from me-it-it would be easier for me to destroy myself-!”  He clicked his mouth shut suddenly, stopped moving, stopped breathing.  There was a familiar manic smile on Nox Ămor’s face.

“…That wasn’t a complete ruse earlier, was it?”

Clever dragon… can you sense it?  Smell it?

Draco gulped.  “Y-Your eyes… and, and some sort of energy…”

You remind me of someone… Someone I hate.  Someone I love.  He breathed into Draco’s neck, taking in his scent.  It is infuriating and fascinating all at the same time…  It’s a shame I couldn’t fall for you, dragon.  You’re certainly something special.

Eyes closed, Draco breathed shakily.  “Why not?  You’re a big boy; why not control your own heart for a change?  I could… well, I can try to make things better for you…” For Harry.  He would do anything for Harry.

Nox Ămor chuckled harshly.  How?  I am not a simple human.  My problems run deeper than evil wizards, and schoolyard crushes.  What can you do about my existence that I cannot?

“I don’t know.”  He admitted miserably.  “But, that’s got to be in the job description, right?  I was chosen as a Candidate for a reason, so that has to count for something.”  When he got no answer he bit his lip worriedly.

…I like you.  Nox Ămor said suddenly, breaking from his thoughts and pinning Draco with his stare.  Not just Harry-something about you is comforting to me.  You’ve become very precious to me.  It’s not a good thing.  When my love comes and kills you, I will become even worse than before.  He twisted his fingers tight into Draco’s hair, eyes sparking dangerously.  As beautiful as you are, my love shines brighter, purer.  As wild and enticing as you call, my love is a raging destructive wind, untamable, free from all ties billions of suitors wish to hold him with.  As encouraging, supportive and caring as you are, my love is insane, ravenous with jealousy and passion.  Rivers have run red with his vengeance, and they will certainly bleed again once he finds so many mortals have found a way into Harry’s heart.  You are nothing compared to my La Lune, dragon.  Nothing you offer can ever compare to my love.  You will fail and leave me to lament, alone, like all the rest have.  You cannot save me.

“…You are so cruel.”  Draco whispered faintly, unable to meet Nox Ămor’s haunted expression.

I am only what love has made me.  Nox Ămor relaxed his hold, soothing Draco’s neck apologetically.  Then he pulled back and showed Draco’s his true hands, shaking, unsteady hands that broke and reconnected and shifted dimensionally.  I must sleep soon, or I’m going to break completely.  Furiae has warned me of what will happen to this world, to the universe if I break.  I cannot live through anymore loss.

Draco shook his head, afraid to ask just what would happen.  He didn’t want a reason to have to kill him; he didn’t want to know that his refusal to let Harry go might have huge consequences for the universe.  “Why did Furiae wake you up if he knew you were so unstable?”

He would not tell me.

“…Don’t you trust him?”

Yes.  Nox Ămor looked away.  But what does he know of my troubles?  He has never slipped, never fallen.  His heart is not flawed like mine.  Light was flawed, as is all Light’s children.  What does Furiae know of that?  I am not without weakness.  I grow weary, dejected… insane…  What does Furiae know of madness?

“You all seem a bit mad to me…” Draco muttered, snapping his eyes up once he realized he had said it aloud.  “Uhh… n-no disrespect intended?”  He added lamely.

Nox Ămor’s glare intensified.  Without warning he grasped Draco’s face fiercely and kissed him before the blonde could think to move.

Squirming, Draco struggled to pull away, smacking uselessly at the other’s back, and when that didn’t work he grabbed a fistful of thick chocolate hair, and pulled for all his worth.  Nox Ămor chuckled and grabbed Draco’s hair right back, showing him just how ineffective the tactic was.  Draco moaned unwillingly from the sensation, his lips parting, and eyes closing, as Nox Ămor deepened the kiss.  Fire began to rise in his veins and Draco found his once resistant movements having the opposite effect as he pulled the other closer, wrapping his limbs tight to keep the brunette from pulling away.  Nox Ămor slid the hand he had tangled in Draco’s hair down to the back of his neck, massaging while his lips moved agonizingly slow against the boy’s.  Draco felt lost, his resistance fading away as heat continued to pool through his body.

“…Harry…”

Forget him.  He can’t give you what you need.  Nox Ămor drew his free hand across Draco’s narrow chest, pulling one of the rosy buds while biting down his sharp jaw and neck.  This is what you need.

Draco’s denial was lost with a moan, his body arching up insistently.  Certainly he needed this, gods, his body had been screaming for it the instant that bloody collar had been removed.  But… but-Oh!

Nox Ămor pinned Draco’s rocking hips down, gently biting the sensitive flesh beneath his ear again.  He doesn’t see you like I do.  You’re beautiful.  Willful.  A great, untamable power burns within you begging for freedom.  I can make you a king, Draco, a god among men.  Forget weak little Harry; I can give you what you need.  He shifted Draco’s head, biting teasingly at the junction of the elegant neck, knowing that if he bit just a little harder it would be considered a claiming.  He never got the chance though, because Draco gave a rebellious snarl and rolled, pushing Nox Ămor to the ground.

Huffing for air, Draco sat heavily on Nox Ămor’s chest while he caught his breath.  “I don’t like you.  Every word out of your mouth is so insanely deceptive-I don’t trust you!  I don’t know what you want, or why you want it, so I’m going to make this perfectly clear, because obviously we need clarity!”  He wiped his arm over his brow, collecting his thoughts before returning his glare to the unreadable form beneath him.  “I don’t need anything but him.  A king?  Power?  Sex?  I don’t know what sort of people you’re used to dealing with, and yeah, maybe I seem like the type that would chase that shit given my upbringing and all.  But I’m not.  I’m not interested in attaining the best, or playing hero, or even getting into Potter’s pants-although believe me, it would be fucking heaven to do so.”  Draco added with a semi-crazed smile.

Nox Ămor grinned up at him, tugging at Draco’s arm until the boy leaned down and kissed him demandingly, crushing their mouths together.  Tell me what you need, beautiful.

“Don’t you listen?”  Draco grumbled, moving into the hands pulling him down.  “Him.”

Him who?

“…I really dislike you.”

Nox Ămor licked up the side of Draco’s face.  Tell me.  Say it aloud.

“Harry, you idiot.  Harry is all I need.”  Draco growled, turning to catch his lips again, nipping none too gently.

Why?

“Shut up!”

Say it aloud.  Say it and I’ll admit you’ve won.

Draco froze, pulling away enough to meet Nox Ămor’s eyes.  “…I don’t like games.”

No more games.  Nox Ămor agreed, running his hand through Draco’s hair.  Answer my questions and I’ll fade away.  I can’t promise for the next time, this existence is wearing, but for now I will let him continue.

“Your word.”

I give my word.

He had to close his eyes to keep from fainting in relief.  “Oh gods, please, he means the world to me.  I’ll destroy, kill, anything-don’t take him away from me.  Please don’t.”

Nox Ămor pulled Draco close before the boy could fall over, running his hands across his head and back comfortingly.  All of it, beautiful.  Why is he so important to you?  Why would you die for him?

“I, uh… he’s important to me…  I care about him.”  Draco answered hesitantly, looking away.

If you’re not willing to speak it, then how can you expect me to concede?  Does his life mean so little to you?

Draco buried his head into the other’s chest, his cheeks turning pink.  “I… I love him.  I’m in love with him, you bastard.”

Nox Ămor nodded, hardly surprised.  Why don’t you want those other things?  Power suits you.  Riches belong at your feet, people subjugated to your rule.  What is love to that?

Draco shook his head, his hands tightening into fists.  “I don’t-I… I was dead… Macnair had me… there was no question where it was headed.  I gave up…  Everything after that belongs to Harry.”  He turned bright eyes to Nox Ămor.  “Even though I knew that an Heir out there needed me, the instant Harry failed to show up at Hogwarts I realized that he had become my only actual care.  I may have had responsibilities but they would have always come second to him.  I wanted to protect him, help him, save him.  That he somehow caught my heart as well is just circumstance really… but it makes the aforementioned things quite maddening.  If he dies… I don’t know what I’ll do.”

The way things are going, you won’t have to wonder.  Nox Ămor reminded, not completely unkindly.  If he does happen to live, will you tell him?

Draco snorted humorlessly, eyes downcast.  “No.  He’d spaz, probably be unable to look me in the eye, not to mention freak out every time he’d need to touch me.  I don’t want to have to deal with that.  He avoids enough people as it is.  I… I don’t want him to hate me again.”

Nox Ămor sighed, his hand lingering on Draco’s bare shoulder.  He wants to touch you.

“…Quiet.”  Draco whispered, unable to ignore what was implied in the simple words.  “You said no more games.”

I know what I said.  Consider this a parting gift.  He reached down, pulling the blonde up by the hips, Draco squeaking in surprise.

“N-No, you really don’t have to-hell.”  He let out a sharp breath when the hands on his hips moved down, squeezing his ass.  Soft lips covered his, gently urging him to respond, and for the life of him he couldn’t help but kiss back, tentatively at first, his tongue flickering out to stroke against the more skilled one.

You need this, dragon.  You know you do.

“It… I’ll be fine.”  His protests sounded weak even in his own ears, swallowed by the mouth plundering his.  A hot hand reached between their crushed bodies and rubbed against his stomach in a hauntingly familiar fashion, before scratching him shallowly and drawing blood.  “Oh, Harry… gods…”

I’m going to bite you, Draco.  It won’t be enough, not nearly enough compared to what you need from him, but it’s the best I can do while in this place.  It will hold you over, keep you focused while he sleeps and your Veela yearns.  All right?

Draco nodded mindlessly, his abdomen contracting and stretching as claws slowly engraved his flesh in a fiery ritual.  “…Anything.”

Good baby, that’s good.  Nox Ămor pulled away from Draco’s trembling lips, nuzzling into the side of his throat.  And after I bite you, I’m going to touch you the way he’s been wanting to touch you.

“Please…” He gasped, clawing at the back of Nox Ămor’s head.

You’re going to come, beautiful.  Your sweet essence is going to spill all over the bed and your body, and that wonderful scent is going to waft over to where little Harry sleeps.  Do you know how much he loves that smell, my beautiful dragon?  Did you know it makes him hard?

Draco moaned incoherently, unable to respond with anything but a broken cry when teeth suddenly sunk into his neck.  The world spun and red pulsed behind his eyes, his body jerking fitfully.  Power shot through him, Harry’s power, so overpowering he was sure he was going to disappear completely in the raging energy.

That’s it… you’re mine.  Nox Ămor pulled his mouth away, looking down at Draco’s distressed face from where he had flipped their position.  You’re mine, Draco.

“…H-H-Harry’s…” Draco insisted weakly, his head lolling to the side and back, body arching up.

Mine…  Nox Ămor growled, kissing down Draco’s chest.  I may let him share, if he ever grows a backbone.  Until Harry bites you properly you’ll be mine.  I certainly can’t let that monster claim to have you for his fiancé.  The bite will show, even if it’s not a pure claiming.  It will be enough for now.  I can’t promise he’ll give you what you really need, Draco, but this will keep you out of some trouble at least.  He slid his thumbs beneath Draco’s waistband, tugging lightly before slowly moving his hands to the center and unbuttoning his pants.  Smiling at the boy’s gasp, he licked down, rubbing his nose against the smooth planes of Draco’s flat stomach.

Have I mentioned he has a very odd infatuation with your stomach, dragon?  Ever since that night, he dreams of licking it, biting and marking your perfectly creamy flesh.  The silly boy can’t even fully grasp it; I swear he blocks it out just to spite his own needs.  He lifted Draco’s hips, sliding the fabric of his pants and boxers down.  Oh my…  He bit into Draco’s hip, watching precum bead and drip down the boy’s arousal.  You are all Veela, beautiful.  Little Harry is going to have a hell of a time fighting off all the suitors soon to be chasing you.

“Let go…” Draco whimpered, pushing weakly at Nox Ămor’s shoulders.  Harry’s body or not, he felt anxious about allowing himself to be touched.  Sure Nox Ămor was the Heir and all, and rightfully he was the only one that Draco was supposed to let, well, do what they were doing.  But Nox Ămor was also a bit of an ass, and Draco really didn’t like the bastard, and as much as his Veela was begging to finish this, he just knew that giving in now would somehow cause trouble for him in the future.

And maybe, just maybe, he was more than a little apprehensive about where this was heading all of a sudden.

Hush, love.  Don’t you want to see just how he’ll touch you?  He’s thought about it more than you can imagine, always beginning at your sweet smelling navel.  He continued to lick at Draco’s stomach, his hands following the flow of his hips and down, tightening around Draco’s thighs possessively.  He kissed down the taunt, trembling flesh, nipping at the light wiry trail of hair until Draco cried out.  Like that?

“I-I…oh…” Draco gripped tightly at the other’s thick tresses.  “I want Harry… please…”

Nox Ămor chuckled.  You’re going to have to settle, dragon.  Besides, he won’t be able to give you what you need.

“…Don’t care.  I want… I want him.”

He can’t-

“Please…”

Rolling his eyes, Nox Ămor wrapped a hand around Draco’s cock.  Draco gasped, his whole body rising up into the touch.  What you want, and what you need are not the same.  You need him to lavish you with attention and sex, and even if the boy were awake right now, he could only give you part of the first and none of the second.  Your Veela will only take you over without some sort of release-granted, this isn’t quite the same, but it will have to do.  Watching Draco carefully, he began to slowly move his fist up and down Draco’s length.

“Wait-just… please.  I… I don’t want this…” Flushed pink, Draco squeezed his eyes shut, turning his head away from the sight of the familiar boy jerking him off.  Harry was going to kill him.  He didn’t know how to explain such an odd thought, but he felt horribly unfaithful to the boy, especially since his body was responding so readily.  Harry… Harry didn’t even want him!  How would he feel about his body being used to touch him like this?  He… he’d hate him…

Oh, don’t think of such foolish things, my beautiful dragon.  Nox Ămor chided, pulling up Draco’s troubled form, his hand never pausing from its gentle ministrations.  His sex-drive is a little lacking for a normal sixteen year old, but he is certainly not blind to your charms.  If he weren’t so bloody noble and naïve, he would readily be in my place.

“I don’t-every word you speak is m-misleading.”  Draco gritted out, pulling his face away only to have the other kiss over his cheek and ear, nipping softly and pulling another low moan from him.  “…I hate you.”

Look at me.

“Stop…” Draco gasped as a thumb ran over the head of his cock, his eyes flying open to meet beautiful, clear green, all traces of gold removed from Nox Ămor’s stare.

He is still here.  He won’t remember, but I can assure you, he is not repulsed in the slightest by this, or you.

Caught in Harry’s eyes-and to Draco they were his, even if a greater power was speaking through them-he allowed his face to be turned.  This time he didn’t resist the kiss, letting himself slowly relax his tense form and be held close.  The hand pinned between their bodies sliding over his length continued its slow, caring touch, drawing soft moans and hisses from Draco.

Not much longer, love…  Why don’t you let those pretty feathers loose?  It will help for later, if you let your Veela have this now.

Draco complied with a throaty groan, his body stretching and changing, wings crushed beneath his back, claws gripping Nox Ămor’s shoulders as he tried to quicken the unbearable pace with his hips.  “Faster… come on…”

Now, now, I haven’t had a chance to touch another in over two thousand years.  I refuse to rush… especially with one as beautiful as you.

“Bastard-!”  Head thrown back, he inched his right leg free and pulled it up, rubbing his inner thigh against Nox Ămor’s legs.  “Gods… I’m going mad…  Please, a little faster…” He gasped, his thigh finding an answering hardness.  He hadn’t expected that.  Maybe he should have…  He really didn’t know what to think about it really, considering the boy pinning him down was in reality an ancient, powerful being that played so many head games it left him wanting to cry in a corner.  He had no idea what Nox Ămor wanted, and even this was confusing because although obviously aroused, Nox Ămor made no move to relieve his problem.  And what if he did?  How would… would he want…?

You think too much, dragon.

“I don’t want-”

Sighing, Nox Ămor kissed Draco silent.  You are a troublesome creature.  Impervious to riches and power, hypersensitive to touch and in all accounts Mine, yet you’re stubbornly uncooperative and unresponsive…  Another would find your will an affront.

“…Suppose… I’m lucky… you like me…” Draco panted out, eyes rolling back when the hand around him tightened.  “Gods, yes…”

Just figure that out, beautiful?  I thought you were supposed to be quick.

Draco had a few choice words about lying, deceptive, bastard Heirs, which were regrettably lost when his neck was possessively bitten once again.  The intense sensation from the teeth, combined with the strong fingers wrapped around his cock sent him over the edge, and he cried out into the other’s wonderfully smelling neck.

“…Gods, I hate you.”

Shut up and bask.  Nox Ămor murmured with a smug smile.

Groaning, Draco complied, really not having enough energy to do anything else.  He ignored the tongue running over his neck, and hands cleaning him up, a stupid smile stuck on his face as Harry’s perfect, smooth body rested warm and hard against him, weighing him to the ground.  It was so good, he decided to shut his brain down and just pretend that he was with Harry, and no annoying deities were butting in.  It was heaven.

He’s going to sleep for a long while… if he doesn’t die.  If you start seeing memories while in this room, then it means he’s gained some sort of consciousness, but don’t bother trying to force him awake.  He needs rest.  Nox Ămor pulled back, rolling off of Draco’s panting form to lie beside him.  Do not call me again.

“…Like I’d even.  You’re crappy company.”

Wait a month and you’ll be begging for my particular company, dragon.

Draco nodded languidly, knowing it would likely be true.  “…Beats Moldywarts, at least.”

Yeah… make sure he beats Moldiewarts while you’re at it.  It’s embarrassing to have almost lost one of my Candidates to that beast.

Draco studied the fading eyes beside him.  “…You know, self loathing isn’t considered healthy.”

Nox Ămor closed his eyes, smiling wryly.  Once you have a small part of you insisting you continue to suffer through unimaginable pain, while the rest of you is begging for eternal sleep, then you may be able to understand.  He suddenly grabbed Draco’s arm, grinning dangerously.  Goodbye, my beautiful dragon.  Don’t be deluded in thinking you actually won.  Your suffering will be greater than the loss of this world, all at the hands of Love.  Your Veela knows this lesson, but apparently you’re itching to be crushed by it as well.  Believe me, you won’t be disappointed.  That said, he released Draco’s hand, his body shuddering.

Eyes downcast, Draco watched as Harry’s breathing began to change, wounds slowly patterning his form as Nox Ămor’s consciousness drained away.

“…I will try, you know, even if you are a complete nutjob.  It shouldn’t have to hurt so much.”

Silence was his only answer.  Draco closed his eyes, easing his way over to nuzzle up against Harry’s unconscious side, throwing a loose arm over the boy’s chest.  “…Sorry about that, Potter.  Hopefully you won’t be too scarred by the whole thing once you wake up.”  Gods he felt good.  Even Harry’ eventual freak out and likely dismissal of anything concerning Draco couldn’t get him down at that moment, which was an obvious sign of just how much sway his Veela had on him at the moment.  Harry would wake up.  He knew it, because there was no way he could feel so good otherwise. The urge to talk had left him completely, so Draco drifted instead, cocooning Harry in his blissful dreams.

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