Love Bites (Harry Potter: Official Dragon Tamer, Part One)

Fuck It

Thursday Morning
27 August 2009
Flashback: Draco's POV

I awoke, for the third time in my life, to Harry wrapped tightly around me.

I won't lie.

It was fucking bliss.

Harry was on his side, facing me, one arm tucked up under his sweet little head, which was snuggled into the crook of my neck, our bodies turned towards each other, legs a tangled mess, and I couldn't have been fucking happier.

Harry. Fucking. Potter.

Saviour of the Wizarding World.

Snuggle Monster Extraordinaire.

Conqueror of Draco Malfoy's Heart.

I didn't even try to deny it at this point, what, with Potter snuggled so lovingly against me.

I was bloody done for.

Harry had me.

One hundred per cent.

Question was... did he have any idea?

Did it matter?

I rolled my eyes (to myself... was I the only one who did that?) and chided myself a bit.

No need to become a schmoopy mess overnight.

I must have shifted or somehow pulled away in my thought process because Harry suddenly clutched at me, drawing me closer, and I couldn't help but smile down at him and breathe in the scent of his hair.

"Harry," I murmured, threading a hand through his silken mop, continuing down his back and cupping his arse gently.

"Mmm," he replied, still asleep, dreaming, I hoped, of wonderful things.

"Wake up," I urged, pulling his arse even further towards me, grinding my cock into his hip.

"Harry," I whispered again, dipping my head down to nuzzle at that sensitive spot on his neck, just behind his ear, where I could nip and mark him whilst I still managed to inhale the sweet scent of him.

"Mmmm," he sighed again, neck arching, offering me better access, as his body stretched out alongside mine, leaving me no damned bloody doubt that I'd been right nicknaming him kitten.

"Draco," he mumbled, body curling once more around mine. "Want you."

"M'kay," I replied as best I could, mouth still occupied with sucking and licking a trail down his neck and around his collarbone.

"Now."

Kitten actually pressed me away from him to glare up at me, insisting.
Clearly, I'd forgotten how demanding Harry could be.

Since, you know, last night.

When he'd insisted we fuck one more time, after having been magically tied to my dining table, fucked open by two separate dildos for the better part of the evening.

"Shh," I urged, pressing a kiss to the side of his head, just above his ear.

"You'll have me, Harry," I assured him, dipping down to lap at his luscious mouth, hips rolling down to press into his cock, already hard and dripping.

"Mmm," he groaned, rocking his hips back up into mine.

"Good," he sighed, those bloody ridiculous green eyes of his snapping open to stare at me.

"Love when you're inside me, Draco," he added, and I just about fucking died because who wouldn't die if they'd been lucky enough to hear Harry's raspy, sleepy morning voice declare that fact.