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Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 18.
Title: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 18.
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x7
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: Challenge #478: Stay
Rating: R
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Summary: Harry and Draco complete Malfoy Manor's Living Wards. The fallout is... unexpected.
Author's Note: Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 17: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/108780.html
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Draco leaned back against Harry. Vials of blood, sweat and tears rested on the mantle. Harry had painlessly pulled all three fluids from Draco’s body with spellwork. He could do the same with Draco’s semen, but since ejaculating would strengthen the wards, and Mother and the Manor were targets, Draco was masturbating – fully clothed.
If he let himself, he would laugh and ruin the ritual, so he stayed all tendencies toward cynicism and irony, and reveled in feeling his own hand rubbing against his clothed erection, and – far better – feeling Harry’s strong body and hard cock, pressing in behind him.
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Because of the wards ritual, Harry couldn’t rub Draco’s cock, cup his balls, or take any of his own clothes off.
And Draco had to stay right where he was, standing right on top of that gold X in the middle of the marble drawing room floor, and come “without a partner.” Mostly meaning no one could directly touch anyone else’s cock.
But this did not preclude Draco pressing his (clothed, dammit) arse against Harry’s prominent erection. It did not stop Harry from breathing hard in Draco’s ear. It did not mean Harry couldn’t grip Draco’s hips – hard – and pull.
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“I mustn’t speak while you’re masturbating,” Harry’d warned, blushing but stern. “You can say anything, unless you make it clear I’m in the room.” He’d swallowed, closed his eyes in a long blink before continuing. “Or touching you.”
It was true Harry could’ve left the room, but Draco wanted him to stay. It was true Draco could have masturbated nude, but he wanted to wait to show Harry his cock. He wanted to see Harry’s at the same time. He wanted to watch Harry’s face.
He wanted decadent, delicious sex, not a warding ritual.
“I want!” he thought, and came.
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Grinding his arse into Harry’s erection, Draco milked the last drops of come from his cock as best he could while clothed.
Then, strength ebbing, he rested his weight against Harry as he watched the man smith together living wards based on Draco’s fluids and emanating from the geometric center of the Manor. The vials opened and the fluids emerged, spinning thinner and thinner into the golden threads and creating a golden web of power and safety.
When the golden web expanded into the walls, floor, ceiling… Draco marveled. When the web retracted into Draco’s gut and balls, Draco fainted.
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Draco awoke in a chair. The golden web was no longer visible. The vials lay empty, discarded on the floor. Harry knelt before him, looking concerned. A house-elf hovered nearby. Draco’s vision jumped and wavered.
And a small herd of deer leapt over a downed section of fence near the easternmost section of his property.
“Vissy,” Draco mumbled. His most responsible house-elf appeared at his elbow, and he tried to stay his blurring vision enough to look her in the eye. “Eastern fencing damaged,” he managed. “Fix it.”
She vanished and Draco patted Harry’s hand. “Amazing,” he praised. “Bed now.”
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Draco insisted on stumbling upstairs on his own feet, but he wasn’t going to refuse Harry’s arm around his waist or the chance to put his own arm around Harry’s neck. At least one house-elf (possibly both?) followed behind discreetly, and it was Bippy that dressed Draco in silk nightclothes while Harry was in the loo.
Bippy laid out silk nightclothes for Harry as well, and Draco was quite miffed to see, when Harry returned to check on him, that he clearly intended to leave the house instead of put them on and climb into Draco’s bed.
“Stay,” Draco insisted.
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“I’m exhausted,” he complained. “Why didn’t you warn me?”
“Didn’t know,” Harry admitted. “You own much more property than anyone else I’ve ever done this for. I guess that’s why?” He patted Draco’s hand and tried to nudge Draco into laying down. “I should go. You need sleep.”
Draco glared imperiously. “I thought we had an understanding,” he stated bluntly. “After the wards were complete, you were going to shag me into the mattress. Hard. You can’t fuck me if you don’t stay here.”
“But,” Harry began.
“When I wake?” Draco tried, and stroked Harry’s stubbled cheek. “When we wake.”
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/116132.html
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x7
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: Challenge #478: Stay
Rating: R
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Summary: Harry and Draco complete Malfoy Manor's Living Wards. The fallout is... unexpected.
Author's Note: Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 17: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/108780.html
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Draco leaned back against Harry. Vials of blood, sweat and tears rested on the mantle. Harry had painlessly pulled all three fluids from Draco’s body with spellwork. He could do the same with Draco’s semen, but since ejaculating would strengthen the wards, and Mother and the Manor were targets, Draco was masturbating – fully clothed.
If he let himself, he would laugh and ruin the ritual, so he stayed all tendencies toward cynicism and irony, and reveled in feeling his own hand rubbing against his clothed erection, and – far better – feeling Harry’s strong body and hard cock, pressing in behind him.
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Because of the wards ritual, Harry couldn’t rub Draco’s cock, cup his balls, or take any of his own clothes off.
And Draco had to stay right where he was, standing right on top of that gold X in the middle of the marble drawing room floor, and come “without a partner.” Mostly meaning no one could directly touch anyone else’s cock.
But this did not preclude Draco pressing his (clothed, dammit) arse against Harry’s prominent erection. It did not stop Harry from breathing hard in Draco’s ear. It did not mean Harry couldn’t grip Draco’s hips – hard – and pull.
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“I mustn’t speak while you’re masturbating,” Harry’d warned, blushing but stern. “You can say anything, unless you make it clear I’m in the room.” He’d swallowed, closed his eyes in a long blink before continuing. “Or touching you.”
It was true Harry could’ve left the room, but Draco wanted him to stay. It was true Draco could have masturbated nude, but he wanted to wait to show Harry his cock. He wanted to see Harry’s at the same time. He wanted to watch Harry’s face.
He wanted decadent, delicious sex, not a warding ritual.
“I want!” he thought, and came.
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Grinding his arse into Harry’s erection, Draco milked the last drops of come from his cock as best he could while clothed.
Then, strength ebbing, he rested his weight against Harry as he watched the man smith together living wards based on Draco’s fluids and emanating from the geometric center of the Manor. The vials opened and the fluids emerged, spinning thinner and thinner into the golden threads and creating a golden web of power and safety.
When the golden web expanded into the walls, floor, ceiling… Draco marveled. When the web retracted into Draco’s gut and balls, Draco fainted.
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Draco awoke in a chair. The golden web was no longer visible. The vials lay empty, discarded on the floor. Harry knelt before him, looking concerned. A house-elf hovered nearby. Draco’s vision jumped and wavered.
And a small herd of deer leapt over a downed section of fence near the easternmost section of his property.
“Vissy,” Draco mumbled. His most responsible house-elf appeared at his elbow, and he tried to stay his blurring vision enough to look her in the eye. “Eastern fencing damaged,” he managed. “Fix it.”
She vanished and Draco patted Harry’s hand. “Amazing,” he praised. “Bed now.”
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Draco insisted on stumbling upstairs on his own feet, but he wasn’t going to refuse Harry’s arm around his waist or the chance to put his own arm around Harry’s neck. At least one house-elf (possibly both?) followed behind discreetly, and it was Bippy that dressed Draco in silk nightclothes while Harry was in the loo.
Bippy laid out silk nightclothes for Harry as well, and Draco was quite miffed to see, when Harry returned to check on him, that he clearly intended to leave the house instead of put them on and climb into Draco’s bed.
“Stay,” Draco insisted.
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“I’m exhausted,” he complained. “Why didn’t you warn me?”
“Didn’t know,” Harry admitted. “You own much more property than anyone else I’ve ever done this for. I guess that’s why?” He patted Draco’s hand and tried to nudge Draco into laying down. “I should go. You need sleep.”
Draco glared imperiously. “I thought we had an understanding,” he stated bluntly. “After the wards were complete, you were going to shag me into the mattress. Hard. You can’t fuck me if you don’t stay here.”
“But,” Harry began.
“When I wake?” Draco tried, and stroked Harry’s stubbled cheek. “When we wake.”
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/116132.html
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