(A/N: Rated M for mature content and language.

Thank you all for the follows, favorites and reviews! I apologize for the long wait; inspiration wasn't coming and there was much struggling for this chapter. Hopefully, it turned out alright...

Warnings: MalexMale slash. Language. Lil' bit o' smut.

Enjoy.)

Draco opened the window for the owl tapping at the glass. He recognized his mother's Eagle owl, Caeneus, and held his arm up. He raised an eyebrow the bird swooped right past him and perched itself on the arm of Harry's chair. He scowled slightly when the bloody bird had the nerve to pointedly ignore him, lifting its tail feathers rudely and using its sharp beak to affectionately nip and groom at Harry's wild hair. His scowl deepened and he thought it was an enormous amount of restraint on his part that he didn't stomp over and twist his neck off his feathery body for having the audacity to do such things to his Mate.

Wait.

Why was his mother owling Harry?

"Hello, there, Caeneus," Harry murmured, gently stroking the owl's chest feathers. He carefully untied the letter from the owl's leg and watched the bird fly off, apparently not needing an immediate response. Or any sort of treat for its efforts.

Draco closed the window with a huff and turned towards Harry. The wizard was staring at the missive with wide eyes, his mouth slightly parted. He frowned a little; it surely couldn't be bad news. His mother always preferred to deliver bad news in person whenever she was able.

"Oh, Merlin," Harry whispered, trying to still his shaking hands. He had an idea of what the letter contained and he was extraordinarily nervous about actually reading it. And excited beyond belief. He jumped when Draco sat on the same chair arm the owl had been on and unconsciously tucked the letter behind himself just enough to ensure the blonde couldn't take it from him.

Not that Draco would, but better safe than sorry and all that.

"Well? Aren't you going to open it?" Draco asked, his eyes flicking towards the still-sealed envelope peeking out from Harry's back. His mother had even put forth the effort of using exquisite stationary and an ornate wax seal. All in all, it looked quite over-the-top formal, verging on official. He was practically twitching with curiosity.

Harry could only nod and leaned into the kiss Draco pecked at his temple. He pulled the letter out from behind himself and eased a finger under the seal, wiggling until it popped free of the parchment. He tucked the letter close to himself as he read it, trying to keep Draco from peeking at it. "Stop," he muttered, pushing the blonde away when he attempted to lean closer.

"Why?" Draco huffed, pouting slightly. Harry was ignoring him though, so the effort was wasted. He had a feeling whatever his mother wrote Harry about pertained to him, as well. He wanted to know; he wasn't very good at self-control, even after all these years. He leaned closer again only to be halted by Harry's hand on his chest. He was tempted to keep pushing but he didn't really want things to escalate. Harry's magic was sparking, gentle but still strong and there, across the fingers splayed over his chest and he knew things could turn serious if he kept pushing, so he gave up. It must be important and he was sure he'd find out.

Eventually.

"Is it a secret?" he deadpanned.

"Yes," Harry said seriously, refolding the letter and tucking it into his back pocket. Part of him almost hoped Draco would make a grab for it but it wouldn't save him any stress or heart-pounding. "It's about the Bonding cuff, you prat," he said, rolling his eyes and snickering under his breath when Draco looked genuinely put-out. The pout was quick to disappear and the Veela visibly preened, even going so far as to make a soft sound he could only call a trill. Merlin, if Draco got any fuller of himself, his wings and feathers would probably pop out. Tempting as that was, he really didn't want to stroke Draco's ego any further.

Harry leaned back in the chair, lips twitching a little. "Pleased with yourself, are you?"

Draco hummed and gave a serious nod. "I am, yes." He carded a hand through Harry's hair, unaware of the urge until he was actually touching the wizard. Not that Harry seemed to mind; he was leaning into the hand in his hair and his eyes fluttered closed. He curled his fingers and gently scratched at the wizard's scalp, quite like he was a kneazle. He idly wondered if Harry would start purring. "When?"

"Tomorrow at noon," Harry murmured, feeling the urge to purr as Draco's long fingers gently curled and he felt blunt nails lightly scratch against his scalp. Goosebumps broke out and a shiver ran down his body. "We're expected to be decent for the whole presenting thing around one, though." He probably would have fidgeted nervously at the idea if Draco's hand wasn't doing that brilliant thing to the back of his neck. As it was, he was no longer able to remember why he'd been so worked up.

Something about lunch...? He liked lunch, so whatever.

Draco hummed again, inclining his head slightly in a nod even though Harry's eyes were closed. "As I thought." He spent another few moments petting Harry (because, really, that was the only word for what he was doing to his wizard's head at the moment) before speaking again. "Shall I let Hermione know?"

"Yeah," Harry said, finally opening his eyes. "But..." he trailed off, unsure how to finish his thought. "Let her know just... her, yeah?"

Draco nodded, pleased far more than he probably should be Harry didn't want Weasley present. He'd like to think it was because of the prat's previous actions, he thought perhaps Harry just wasn't comfortable with the red-head being there for such an occasion. But it was probably more because the arse hadn't been there for Harry's cuff being presented. Either way, he was happy to send that particular message along. He had no interest in Weasley being there for such an intimate ceremony.

"I'll ask Mother if Teddy can stay the night, as well."

Harry nodded then froze, eyes widening a little. Oh. He hadn't thought of that... The very idea they'd need privacy made him flush all over. He looked up at Draco, stunned the blonde had managed to sound so calm about it. Of course, one look at the Veela made it clear calm wasn't quite the right word. He had a little trouble swallowing when his eyes flicked up and met with half-lidded, darkened silver. "Alright," he finally murmured.

"Is that alright? I just assumed..." Draco said slowly, raising an eyebrow as he trailed off. He realized, a bit too late, that assuming anything wasn't a wise thing to do in any situation. But Harry had the unfortunate habit of making his common sense and rational thinking fly out the window. Especially since they'd gotten so close since he'd shown up on the wizard's front door those many weeks ago.

He'd feel foolish about such an assumption if he wasn't sure Harry was just as interested as he was in furthering their relationship. Of course, he didn't really expect a full on Bond consummation, but he definitely wouldn't refuse should it head in that direction. Once he'd been presented with his Bonding cuff, it was very likely that urge would be soon to follow.

"Yeah, it's fine," Harry said, "I just—I just didn't realize at first what it all meant," he added, placing a hand on Draco's leg. For as close as he'd gotten to Draco and as often as he touched the blonde, the idea of furthering their relationship had always been an afterthought. An idea he didn't dwell on since it seemed a forgone conclusion; it was always there even if the when was never really focused on.

He smiled encouragingly up at Draco, surprised he felt pretty calm about things... He blinked a few times when Draco practically beamed at him. He liked seeing Draco smile, naturally, but he was distracted by the fingers gently tracing along his collarbone and down his chest. He hummed contentedly and relaxed into the kiss when the Veela pulled him close, slotting their mouths together in a heated press.

He briefly wondered if such wet, borderline dirty, kisses were acceptable at this stage of their Bonding but he didn't really care. Not when Draco's hands fisted in his hair with just the perfect amount of pressure and he was pulled against a solid warm chest as the soft sensation of feathers surrounded them.

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Harry tried to still the tremor in his hands as he reached for the velvet box. He couldn't wait to see the cuff but he wasn't sure if inspecting the item in front of the slightly sneering Goblin would be rude or not. After a pointed look from the Goblin and Narcissa, both encouraging that exact action in their own ways, he finally opened the box.

He gasped softly, eyes going wide as he reached a finger out and gently traced the edge of the Bonding cuff. It was exquisite—exactly like he'd imagined it would be but better because it was real and expertly crafted. The elegant coloring, the simple lines, light sprinkling of gemstones and the engraved Veela symbols would look amazing on Draco. He felt a physical ache to see it proudly on his Veela's arm and he was tempted to apparate back immediately. He traced the smooth, cool lines of platinum almost reverently. He longed to feel it on Draco; warmed with their combined magic and the Veela's body heat.

"Thank you," Harry said, once he was reasonably sure he would be able to actually speak. He closed the box carefully and tucked it safely in his pocket. He leaned back a little, blinking with surprise when the Goblin almost appeared to smile and give a short nod.

"Many blessings on your union," the Goblin muttered in a heavily accented voice before hopping off his stool and disappearing in the back of the shop.

Narcissa gently took Harry's arm, recognizing the dismissal for what it was. "I'd ask about lunch but I'm sure you're anxious to get back to Draco." She smiled knowingly when Harry's cheeks pinked lightly, adjusting his glasses with a nervous gesture as he looked down. Harry gave a short nod, still flushed (most likely with equal parts embarrassment and pleasure) and she patted his arm. "I've arranged a casual luncheon at the Manor."

"Thank you," Harry said, trying to fight off the embarrassment that Draco's mum knew exactly where his thoughts were. Oh Merlin. Having been Mated to a Veela herself, she was aware of too much for his comfort. Thankfully, she didn't say anything else; she simply patted his arm again and apparated them from the shop. He stumbled a little as they landed in the grand foyer of Malfoy Manor. He was quick to right himself, and Narcissa, and patted at his robes self-consciously. "Sorry."

Narcissa chuckled softly, patting Harry's arm again. She wouldn't say it aloud, but she found Harry charming even when he was pink-cheeked and stumbling about. Harry's passionate personality and easy going nature were a few of the many things that made him perfect for her son; he brought out the best in her Draco. She tightened her hold on the wizard's arm when Harry went to draw away. "I've arranged for Teddy's room. Would you like to see it?"

Harry blinked, taken by surprise. This would be the first time Teddy would be staying at the manor overnight and he probably should have expected something like that to happen... but it was still a surprise. He nearly snorted at himself; it wasn't like Narcissa would stick a few blankets and a pillow on a chaise for overnight guests, especially one considered family. He nodded and Narcissa led the way, her arm still folded through his. He recognized the way there; Narcissa had placed Teddy's room in the family wing instead of one they used for guests or frequent visitors.

He waited for Narcissa to push open the door and it took quite a bit of effort not to gape like an idiot. The room was huge but somehow still cozy. There was a large four poster bed, huge even for an adult. But the bedding was definitely intended for a little boy. He smiled when he saw it was themed after one of Teddy's favorite Muggle cartoon films. There was even a pillow shaped like one of the main characters amongst the others on the bed.

"Do you think he'll like it?" Narcissa asked softly. Her gaze roamed the room critically, looking for anything out of place or that wouldn't please Teddy. She'd been sure to take a good look at Teddy's room at Harry's to ensure it would be appreciated. She didn't even mind the multitude of Muggle things, not since she'd watched quite a few films with Teddy. She'd had quite the time getting the house-elves to find a Muggle television set, though.

Harry had to clear his throat a few times before he could speak. "Yes, he'll love it. Thank you." He laughed, unable to help himself. It would probably be difficult to ever get Teddy out of this room, now that he thought about it. Between the toys and personal telly (along with a fully stocked shelf full of movies), he didn't think his little boy would ever willingly leave.

"No need to thank me, but you're welcome," Narcissa said, relieved and smiling as widely as she dared. She gently urged Harry down to the next door. "This is your room."

Harry blinked a few times, confused. "Oh." He didn't know what to say; he just assumed he'd share Draco's room. As if Narcissa could read his thoughts, she smirked at him and pushed the door open. The room wasn't as big as Teddy's room, but just as thoughtfully decorated and furnished. The neutral, natural tones of the walls and carpeting was surprising considering the Malfoys tended towards green and silver wherever possible.

He leaned past the doorway, getting a better look. It was cozy, really. If he hadn't gotten to know the Malfoys so well, he'd be surprised to use such a word for anything in their manor.

"I realize you'd probably prefer being close to Draco," Narcissa said lightly, waving a hand. "But there are times when even loving couples need their own space." She looked around the room before giving Harry her attention, silently asking for his input. There weren't many times she needed time away from Lucius, but she'd always been grateful she'd had a room to herself on those occasions. She'd rarely made use of the bed, having never been made enough to deny either of them the comfort of sleeping together, but the extensive library always eased her thoughts and simmered her raging emotions when they threatened to overwhelm her.

Harry nodded slowly. "I see. Thank you." He didn't think he'd need to use the room, but he was touched by the thought. And he did like it was next to Teddy's. There was even a connecting door. "Do you plan on me being here often?" he asked, smiling. He was teasing, of course, but Narcissa was giving him a very serious expression.

"Yes," Narcissa said simply. She knew her son would be leaving the Manor to be with Harry and while she understood it, it still left her feeling sad. The manor was too large for one person. She could only hope Harry would indulge her and visit frequently. And allow Teddy frequent visits, as well; the manor was always brighter with children in its halls.

"Alright," Harry said softly. He jumped a little when arms suddenly snaked around his waist, but he was already leaning into Draco's solid warmth before he was consciously aware of it. He smiled when he felt a kiss being pressed to the top of his head. It was one of the few times he actually enjoyed the height Draco had over him.

Draco eyed the room over Harry's head. He was aware his mother had the house-elves working on a room for Teddy, but this was too mature for a little boy. Naturally, the thought of Harry having a separate room wasn't exactly a happy one. He calmed the inner urge to snarl and refuse, but he wouldn't begrudge Harry his own space. His arms did tighten around Harry a little, though, so his urge to hiss 'mine' was appeased. He was glad Harry couldn't see him because he had the sneaking suspicion he was pouting...

"Thinking of spending some time alone?" he asked softly, lips brushing the shell of Harry's ear. He smirked to himself when he felt the slight shudder work through the wizard.

"No," Harry said with a soft snort, mostly so he wouldn't moan right there in the doorway. "Your mother was under the impression I'd need a Draco-free zone, so I just might end up doing so." He turned his head enough to look up at Draco, trying not to laugh at the pout on the Veela's face. The urge to kiss the pout off Draco's face was strong, but he didn't think he could control himself to a simple kiss and he didn't think Narcissa would appreciate such an enthusiastic display. "You're a right prat when you wanna be."

Draco merely hummed, knowing it was true but refusing to give Harry the satisfaction of hearing it confirmed aloud. He brushed his lips over Harry's temple, subtly scenting him as he tightened his hold on Harry. "Did your trip go well?" He smiled when he could feel Harry's reaction to the subject change.

"Yes," Harry said, sounding too breathless for standing perfectly still. He looked around and realized Narcissa had, at some point, left. He was alone with Draco. Alone and minutes away from presenting a Bonding cuff. Oh, Merlin... He turned, careful to keep himself in Draco's hold, and looked up. He was pretty sure the flush he felt in his entire body was visible because the Veela's expression was intense. He patted his pocket, "I've got it right here."

Draco's gaze went down, noticing a bulge in Harry's robes. It was quite surreal to realize he would be that much closer to being fully Bonded to Harry Potter; his Mate. Mere moments away... His eyes fluttered closed and he savored the feeling for a moment before opening his eyes and giving Harry his full attention once more. "Excellent," he murmured.

He wanted so much to lean down and push Harry against the doorjamb or further into the room to test the bed (and the look on his wizard's face made it clear he would offer no objections) but his mother was never lenient on time; she didn't abide tardiness. He did not want to risk being in any sort of compromising position when his mother came looking for them.

"In twenty minutes, you're mine."

Harry nodded, slightly wide-eyed and feeling that heated, breathless feeling again. He had a feeling he should complain about the possessive words and tone—he wasn't a thing to be owned for Merlin's sake! But... No, he rather liked it if he was being completely honest with himself. Draco's grip on him had tightened but not painfully. The hitch in his breath had little to do with the tight hold.

"Yes," he managed to say aloud when it seemed like the Veela had been waiting for confirmation of some sort—consent possibly. He could see the blonde relax, as if he'd actually been waiting for rejection.

Which was ridiculous.

Draco nodded stiffly and slid his hands down to cover Harry's. He curled their clasped hands over his chest, taking a moment to just enjoy the closeness. Harry shifted closer and rest his cheek against his shoulder. He didn't even bother trying to override the urge to inhale deeply, memorizing the warm scent surrounding his senses. "Come on, then," he said after much too short a time. Harry leaned back and nodded, allowing himself to be lead through the halls and to the smallest ballroom for the intimate ceremony.

Harry felt the most curious sensation as they got closer to the small gathering; he felt lighter, almost giddy. He imagined the Bonding cuff in his pocket was giving off a warm glow and he slid a hand into his pocket, surprised to feel the warm velvet under his fingertips. "It's warm," he murmured, sounding dazed but extraordinarily pleased. He had a feeling it was a good thing.

"Yes." Draco looked at Harry from the corner of his eye. Harry's cheeks were lightly flushed and he was the picture of wonder... and pleasure. He paused, pulling Harry to a stop and pulling the wizard close again. He knew they were moments away from being sought out (from either a worried but determined house-elf or his amused mother) but he couldn't ignore the urge to feel Harry against him. He could feel the heat emanating off the Bonding cuff and it warmed him completely.

It was quite the sign of Harry's intent and devotion. It left him feeling positively exultant and breathless, truth be told.

Draco reluctantly pulled away, he didn't really wish to press their luck any further. He cupped Harry's cheek and placed a brief, chaste kiss on his lips before grabbing the wizard's hand once again and continuing on their way. He didn't pause until they were standing outside the massive double doors leading to the ballroom.

"Oh, Merlin," Harry breathed. Both hands were tightly clenched (one around Draco's hand and the other around the velvet box) with nerves. Until he was suddenly overcome as a heated rush of something moved through his body as if in a wave. The murmuring from the other side of doors was suddenly as clear as if he was there, the previously muted conversations clear (Hermione was fussing over Teddy and Narcissa was directing a few house-elves through a few last minute preparations). Smell the food as if he was right in front of the treacle tart and baked chicken. He could feel each individual hair on the back of Draco's hand. And, curiously of all, he could see each pore in the wood grain of the door they were standing in front of.

He blinked a few times, disoriented and slightly nauseated, and the curious hypersensitivity dulled back to what he was used to. He nearly asked Draco if he felt the same thing, but he didn't. Draco looked patiently back at him, his hand flat against the door and only waiting for a signal to push and get things started. Harry nodded and they walked in.

Teddy was the first to see Harry-daddy and Mr. Draco. He smiled, cheeks full of cake, as they came in holding hands. Thankfully, Aunt Hermione saw them as well and finally stopped fussing with his neon green mohawk (like he was gonna change it now that he figured out how to do it?) and rushed over towards the doors. He waved when Harry-daddy noticed him, kicking his feet as he munched his cake.

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Harry gently eased the cuff from the silky pillow and tossed the box aside, no longer caring about it now that he had the Bonding cuff out of it. He gently stroked along one smooth edge; it was exquisite and he couldn't wait to see it against Draco's skin. He looked up, feeling Draco's gaze on him and offered a shaky smile. "I'm fine," he said, seeing the question in the Veela's expression.

Draco nodded, satisfied. He knew Harry wouldn't lie, not about this. Harry still looked ready to vomit, or maybe pass out, but he was assuaged nonetheless. He could understand the nerves and heady feeling of anticipation, after all. A throat being cleared had him glancing to his mother. He saw Harry look as well, his head nodding a second later.

Harry wanted to fidget; he was nervous. Very aware of the other people in the room, watching with more than casual interest. They were far enough away for a semblance of privacy, though. Which he was grateful for as he lost the battle with his nerves and his body twitched, his hands fidgeting with the edge of the cuff. He was momentarily distracted by Draco's hand covering his. He looked up, feeling a little surprised, but grateful, to see the Veela looking nearly as affected as he felt. Even if Draco was trying his damnedest not to show it.

It was familiar enough to calm him, drawing a small smile to his face.

Well, calm him enough to finally lift the cuff towards Draco and start.

Draco watched as Harry took a deep breath and straightened his shoulders, lifting his head and gazing at him with a familiar look of fierce determination. It was rather endearing and, admittedly, a bit of a turn on. He didn't even have to think when he saw Harry lift the cuff, he was reaching out and holding the other side on instinct. The feeling upon contact was indescribable.

And about 5 times more intense than when he gave Harry his cuff. It was overwhelming, truth be told and he feared one (or both) of them might actually lose consciousness. He saw Harry grit his teeth, his face flushed and eyes bright. He saw the wizards lips moving, but he couldn't hear anything over the sound blood pounding in his ears. He tried to focus, though, knowing he needed to respond at some point. It felt like every emotion was raging inside him but he was reasonably confident none of it showed on his face.

Draco wasn't trying to hide his feelings, but he knew Harry would become flustered all over again otherwise. If all went well, he'd never have to worry about hiding them from his Harry again.

"—honor. Draco, I ask for your heart, magic, body and soul to be mine. Joined for life, in a mate's bond."

Draco blinked a few times, willing his body to behave as he looked at Harry. The wizard's flush had only intensified and now Harry was staring, those bright green eyes dilated and opened wide with anticipation as he gnawed on his bottom lip. Merlin... He was pretty sure he managed an audible 'yes' by the way Harry sagged with relief and beamed a smile at him. He let his hand be manipulated and Harry was carefully easing the cuff on.

There was a collective gasp from the small group when the cuff settled and their magic flared as one.

That... That was the moment Harry had dreaded and looked forward to in equal parts. A tingling, heated feeling—almost unpleasant in its intensity—worked through his body in a slick, dizzying wave. His chest, head and Bonding cuff seem to throb with heat and magic. He wobbled unsteadily, overwhelmed by the feeling. Draco lost his footing as well, at the same time, and he was relieved they wound up catching each other, leaning against the other like drunken idiots at the pub.

It was intense. Harry imagined he could feel Draco inside him; swimming through his blood, pulsing along with his magical core. A full body shudder worked down his body and his eyes snapped closed with a groan.

"Fuck," he breathed, overcome and simply unable to articulate anything more profound. He watched Draco struggle for his self control and he realized he felt hot, throat suddenly dry and making a click sound when he swallowed. He wasn't consciously aware of moving towards the Veela, didn't even know he was going to until they were pressed tight together from chest to knees, colliding almost violently.

Mouths slam together in a mess of tongues and teeth. Hands grab at hair and muscled flesh. Uninhibited moans drift out of them both.

Draco grunted, grabbing at Harry forcefully. Both in his urgent need to have him and so the wizard could feel his strength and not even think about doing anything but submit. He needed to have his wizard. Complete their bond and fully own his mate. Harry went willingly, moaning into the skin of his neck and pressing closer, hitching a leg around the back of his thighs and squeezing. He should've expected that but he was still getting used to a Harry that didn't argue and fight him on principal.

They were half-way to the closest flat surface before his thoughts, somewhat, return rational once more. He remembered they've an audience and he growled lowly, suddenly unwilling for anyone but him to see Harry this way. Hands tighten in his hair and he made a growling trill sound of pleasure as pleasure-pain tingles along his scalp and neck. It almost distracted him, he let his sense be overrun with Mate Harry and Mine for a few moments before pulling away from Harry with a obscenely wet sound as their mouths disconnect.

"Mine," Draco growled lowly. He felt more than heard Harry's immediate agreement. He was soothed, able to dampen the surge of need now that nearly rose up in the face of a possible challenge. There were others around and they needed to know Harry was his. He almost hated the instincts driving him and leaving him feeling almost helpless and out of control. But there was nothing for it; he had to grit his teeth and bare it, control his urges as best he could. He knew fighting it wouldn't help so he allowed himself to just... feel.

Plus, Harry wasn't in the least turned off or bothered by the displays, so that was another reason to not fight it. He crooned softly when a hand gently slid along his neck and into his hair, fingers kneading and massaging.

"They're gone," Harry said, getting the Veela's attention back. As much as he loved his family, he was glad they'd buggered off the moment they slammed together in a heated kiss. Especially now that Draco was making all sorts of noises and moments away from full-out displaying. He didn't know if it was the magic moments ago or the fact they were pressed closed and wrapped around each other. Not that he really cared for the why, just that it was likely to happen.

It was arousing as anything he could ever remember and he couldn't imagine being able to stop now that they've gotten started. He made a soft sound of surprised pleasure when there was a soft rustle of wings and feathers were obscuring his vision. He stared, fascinated as usual, and gently stroked along the top of one trembling wing. It flicked out, stretching fully to an impressive span. He made a soft, appreciative noise and he watched, fascinated and a little more turned on, as the wings quivered a little before raising. Arching high and stretching out as if to preen and show off. If he weren't stupidly aroused, he'd probably chuckle at the little display.

Harry went back to admiring the wings, no longer afraid to touch and well aware his open admiration was appreciated (if not expected, the smug git). He brushed his fingers along the downy under feathers, pleased to see Draco shiver and the wings fold forward once again, embracing him. He couldn't quite reach to touch anything but the tips of the largest feathers, but he could still admire the beautiful wings. The soft, smaller feathers along the top puffed out and he had an idea Draco was showing off again.

He wasn't used to seeing Draco act this way, most of his responses and movements seemingly driven by his Veela, but he liked it. He stroked along a wing, letting his fingers card through the longer feathers. He gasped with surprise when hands grabbed his arse, squeezing briefly before traveling down to the backs of his thighs. The pressure was a clear demand and he obediently allowed the Veela to manhandle him, lift him up and close, gripping him possessively. The groping was fine, as well.

Arguing or refusing never occurred to him. He smiled when Draco made a noise of satisfaction as they eased against each other. It was a sound of pure satisfaction; a trilling humming crooning sound that had his Bonding cuff warming gently and made him flush with pleasure for pleasing the Veela. It was oddly arousing. There was more groping (on both of their parts, though Draco had much better leverage to get a hand under Harry's robes) and hot, wet, open mouthed kisses that rapidly devolved into messy ones that were mostly tongues and panting into each other's mouths. He was pretty much just ravished as the Veela walked them over towards a chaise.

They fell together, Draco unwilling to part with his willing, warm, aroused Harry even for a moment. Draco was quick to Vanish their robes, tossing his wand haphazardly as soon as the fabric was out of the way. He groaned appreciatively, fingers twitching with the urge to touch and caress, when he found Harry completely bare underneath. "Lovely," he murmured and smirked, pleased at the thoughtfulness of his mate and the sight of a naked Harry. He hadn't thought Harry aware of wizarding customs. Most ceremonies involving magical bonding of any sort tended to cause energy excess, that was easiest to dispel sexually.

It just made sense to make the process as easy as possible once the ceremony was over; hence, easy-to-remove robes and no undergarments.

Draco hovered over a prone Harry. He felt satisfactorily predatory when Harry's skin pinked, his wizard blushing prettily under the scrutiny. The few occasions he'd seen his mate bare previously (and most were stolen glances, mere slivers and teasing flashes of skin as Harry dressed for bed) paled in comparison to now and he licked his lips, unable to help himself. Harry's hands slid down his back and he was done for, he couldn't hold himself back another moment. Harry's legs spread enough to accommodate him and he groaned as their bodies slotted together.

Draco gazed down at Harry, marveling at the pliant, aroused wizard. He nearly smirked when he realized this was how things were going to be. This was their bound to be their dynamic. Not that he cared—as long as Harry touched him (and,of course, let Draco touch all he wanted in return), responded with that strength and passion, he had no preferences how it happened. As far as he was concerned, as long as there was pleasure, he would go with it. But, all the same, he did enjoy knowing he had a submissive Mate. He ran a hand down Harry's side, noting which spots made Harry's breath hitch, his eyes roll back as he moaned, his body arch up as he sought more.

He really liked Harry pliant and submissive and he was nearly overcome with the possibilities.

So much so, Draco was nearly thrown off the chaise when Harry moved, a twisting sinuous move that had them switching their positions. Once he settled, and didn't wind up on his arse, he found that he didn't mind the change. He could gaze up at Harry just as readily as he could down. He was curious what Harry had in mind, though, barely a breath leaving him as he waited for Harry to do something. He was well aware of his Mate's impetuousness and he could only imagine what Harry would do.

"Bloody fucking yes," he hissed when Harry was quick to straddle his thighs, aligned their hips and wrapped a hand around both of their pricks.

He nearly batted Harry's hand away—his was bigger, after all—but he didn't. He settled for touching Harry elsewhere; marveling at the strong muscles Harry seemed to have hidden. He slid his hands up lithe thighs, the slight tickle of coarse hair under his palms oddly arousing. He palmed Harry's arse, moaning unashamedly as he did. He wanted to touch more, explore more of his wizards delectable arse, but he was distracted. He tilted his head back and enjoyed the twin sensations of Harry's hand and prick pressing and moving against him in a hot, slick-sticky slide.

He hissed between his teeth as the sharp punch of pleasure Harry elicited with a squeeze of those thighs and his hand. It was almost embarrassingly how quickly he came to the edge; between how long he'd been on edge just being close to Harry today and the excessive amounts of magical energy sparking through him, it wasn't going to be long.

A look up at Harry let him know he wasn't the only one. He stared, nearly distracted from his own pleasure as he gazed up at his Mate in wonderment and adoration. Harry was a sight to cherish; his skin flushed all over, a light sheen of sweat making him nearly shine. Those lovely lips shiny and pinked from being bitten (both by himself and Harry). Harry's darkened eyes heavily lidded and gazing back at him in a way that felt like he was set on fire from within. Muscles flexing and moving with a languid sort of fluidity that was entrancing. He slowly wrapped a hand around Harry's, their fingers slotting together.

Harry groaned, head falling back, the sheer amount of energy and pleasure nearly overwhelming. Draco was anything but passive under him and it felt brilliant. He felt his Bonding cuff heat, the sensation impossibly adding to the pleasure coursing through his body in heated waves. Draco's other hand was busy as well, sliding up his chest and palming his pebbled nipples. His free hand shot out and grabbed Draco's arm, right above his Bonding cuff, needing something to hold onto.

"Bloody hell, Harry," Draco moaned, eyes rolling back as a searing wave of pleasure washed over him from the touch. He twitched, his toes curling and back bowing slightly as he came. He felt a flair of triumph and pride when Harry was right behind him, sticky heat splashing on his prick and belly. He relaxed into the cushions, watching as Harry relaxed with his eyes still closed. He wished Harry would flop forward, but he was quite content with the way Harry was leaning back on his thighs, his body still trembling a little in aftershocks.

Draco gazed at the huge mess on Harry's abdomen and cock, their combined come coating him in a very pleasing way. It was quite affective in marking what was his... Harry positively reeked of him, in an intimate way, and he hummed with smug contentment.

Harry moved to clean the mess off his belly, slightly disgusted now that it was cooling and growing tacky. He looked up when Draco's hand wrapped around his wrist, halting his movements. He let his hand drop away without comment, going willingly enough when Draco sat up and eased him onto his back. The Veela looked positively radiant at the moment, practically humming with contentment and a smug sense of possessiveness. He was too sated to really care if Draco was a little too pleased with himself; he'd kind of earned it.

He raised an eyebrow when Draco bent closer and dragged two fingers through the mess on his stomach, smearing it around and rubbing it in a little. He watched, a returning feeling of lust trickling back in when Draco lifted and swung his long legs in a graceful move so he was straddling Harry, and slid down his body until he was level with Harry's prick. He watched, breath stuttering when Draco peered up at him, winked and then lowered his head and licked.

Harry groaned, fingers digging into the cushion under him as Draco proceeded to lick away the entire mess on his belly and thighs. The erratic pattern of lazy laps, kitten licks and long, drawn out drags of a slightly-rough tongue was maddening. He almost wished the renewed tingle of arousal would go somewhere as he watched Draco nuzzle and lap at the base of his cock, eyes closing slowly as if in bliss.

Draco hummed softly to himself as he worked, content with his task. He needed to keep his scent on his wizard. Since he knew Harry wouldn't want to walk around with his drying spunk all over his crotch (shame, that but understandable), this was the next best option as far as he saw it. And it wasn't as bad as he expected; Harry was making soft noised each time he drew his tongue along warm, soft skin.

Harry watched, transfixed by Draco. He didn't know whether to watch Draco's bum as it wiggled and swayed about whilst he worked, the blonde's tongue as it lapped at him in ever changing patterns, Draco's wings as they fluttered with every move or sound the Veela made or those damned steely eyes that kept meeting his with heated looks and filthy promises. He also didn't know whether to be amused, exasperated or completely turned-on when he realized the blonde was already half-hard again because he could feel it dragging wetly along his inner thigh.

He groaned softly again—Bloody Veela stamina; it was probably going to be the end of him one day. But at this particular moment, he couldn't be arsed to care.

Draco flapped and folded his wings up, preparing to will them away. He paused when Harry reached up and caressed one, gazing at the bright feathers with awe and... well. Lust. He let his wing relax again and actually preened, enjoying his Mate's attention and adoration, and allowed Harry to touch them again. While it wasn't exactly common to have one's Mate interested in the wings after a Mating (well, a bloody fantastic hand-job), he wasn't going to deny Harry. He brought the wing closer, using the longest feathers to flick and stroke along Harry's peaked nipple. He smirked at the sharply indrawn breath, the way Harry arches upwards just a bit. His mate was so wonderfully responsive and he looked forward to exploring that thoroughly.

They both jump at the squeaky, high pitched "Masters?".

Draco nearly rolled his eyes when Harry made a similar squeaking sound and tried to hide. Modesty, in front of house-elves? It was endearingly ridiculous. He accommodated his wizard because he knew Harry had a marked lack of experience and exposure to the helpful creatures. He shifted enough to ensure Harry's bits were covered before turning towards the house-elf.

"Yes?"

"Mistress is wanting yous to come to the ball room."

It was then that Draco noticed another house-elf—Bimmy—popping out with the last tray of food. He must've been quite distracted if he hadn't noticed house-elves popping in and out as they retrieved trays and platters of food. Not surprising, really.

"Of course," Draco said with a short nod. "Five minutes," he said dismissively, turning his attention back to Harry. He wasn't normally so brusque with the house-elves, but he had an embarrassed Mate to see to and that took precedent over 'please' and 'thank you's to house-elves.

The house-elf nodded, relief clear in its large expressive eyes to be the bearer of good news. "Lucky be telling Mistress!"

Draco chuckled once the house-elf popped out and reluctantly eased off of Harry. He'd much rather stay on the chaise, cuddled warm and close with his wizard. But his mother's patience and understanding would only extend so far. He looked around for something to wear, catching Harry's mildly bemused expression. "Fancies himself a leprechaun," he murmured in explanation when he realized what caused it. Harry just stared back, looking dazed.

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, mainly because he rather liked that bliss-addled expression that lingered on his wizard. He gently pulled Harry to his feet, cradling his face between his palms and kissing him lazily, lovingly, once Harry was steady. He smiled a little when Harry blinked slowly, smiling dozily and looking like he was still reeling from the effects of a strong cheering charm. Or maybe a half-bottle of firewhiskey. He chuckled and pecked another kiss on slightly parted lips, easily dodging Harry's lazy attempts to grab at him.

Draco conjured a set of semi-formal dress robes from a discarded pillow and took the liberty in dressing his wizard. Harry, looking amused and more than a little smitten, allowed it; working with Draco instead of arguing or complaining about being back in robes or being dressed like a child. He wasn't sure if Harry could sense his need to do it or he was just that useless after a decent orgasm.

Either way, Draco wasn't complaining.

He ran his hands down Harry's chest, smoothing the fabric of imaginary wrinkles and shamelessly coping a feel of firm chest muscles. Harry just stood there, smiling dopily still and leaned into the touch with a happy little sound that hummed in the back of his throat. He huffed with amusement and stood back so he could shrug into his own robes. Once he was set to rights, it didn't take much maneuvering to get Harry's arm folded through his and he lead the wizard out of the room.

Draco idly hoped Harry snapped back into a more lucid state soon... He rather liked having such an effect on the wizard, but they'd need to be around others soon and he was quite sure Harry would be embarrassed later. He led them to the ball room, pleased to note Harry was slowly becoming more aware as they got closer. He paused in front of the doors again, taking a deep breath before pushing through the doors.

One part of the Bonding rite down, two more to go.