AN: Okay, dear readers, this will be the last chapter posted for this fic! I'm so grateful for the never-ending support you've all given me and the stream of unending reviews. I'm sad to see it end, but I'm certainly excited to invest myself in my current plot bunny, Secure, and hopefully more soon. To those of you that were wondering about mpreg in this fic, I'm sorry to say that this fic will not contain that. If you are really a fan of that, put it in the reviews and I will try to make my next Drarry an mpreg! One. If you don't have a preference on pairings, my Snarry fic, Treat You Like a Prince, will contain mentioning of mpreg! As well as my upcoming Secure, though Secure may not have mpreg in it until the sequel. Thank you again, and happy reading!

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But Who Guards the Dragon Chapter 22

Draco fidgeted with his hair, trying to push it away from his face even as his mother batted his hands away.

"Now, darling," she chided, smacking his hand away once more with a slight huff, "You are going to go into this bonding looking every bit the proud submissive that you are. I won't have you acting all shy and uncomfortable when we both know you look absolutely beautiful."

Draco pouted, it morphing quickly into a scowl when he realized that expression didn't help him with his mother anymore. That look only worked on Harry.

The blonde man bit his lip as his mother added her finishing touch, a soft kiss to his brow, before stepping away with tears swimming in her usually cold grey eyes.

"I know this isn't where we thought you were heading, dragon," she whispered, "but I'm so proud of you. Never doubt that."

When the door was pulled open by his best man, Blaise Zabini, he smiled in relief.

"You alright there, Dray?"

The other boy laughed a twinkling laugh, blushing lightly at the dark man's assessing gaze.

"Of course I am," he told him. "I'm about to become a Potter."

-HPDMHPDMHPDMHPDM—

"Looking sharp, mate," Neville commented, holding a hand up to Hermione when she tried to fix yet another random hair or piece of lint on Harry's ensemble. As the dominant bondmate, Harry was dressed in black robes. The muggle raising in Harry had expected a tuxedo, but what he had received instead was so much better. The robes clung to his upper half, but fell loose to flow around his legs. He wore black leather pants with black dragonhide boots, and due to the high collar of the robes he chose to forego wearing a shirt underneath. He looked to all the world like the dominant creature that he was, that look being encouraged by the great wings that were standing proudly behind him.

Harry Potter looked a dangerous sort of beautiful, and the power surrounding him would've caused any submissive to croon, but his one only gave him a soft smile when he saw him from the other end of the aisle.

Harry stared entranced as his lovely mate practically floated down the aisle, forgetting himself for a moment. He was snapped out of his reverie when Draco reached the area beside him as Draco was brought to his knees by his godfather's hand and his mouth was gagged.

He had to force the growl back down his throat and focus on the ritual, absentmindedly hearing the chanting of the ancient words. Draco's eyes were closed as his head was held down, and Harry could feel the magic pulsing around him. It was when Draco gasped that Harry realized the spell had been completed, and he chose to lean down and lift his mate into his arms to kiss him. The magic pulsed heavily between them and Draco whined, his arousal evident.

The dominant smiled minutely, securing the boy at his waist.

"The apparition point is in the back room," Severus drawled, seeing that the magic had obviously taken effect. "Congratulations."

===HPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDM===

Harry placed Draco gently down on the floor of their bedroom, stepping back.

"Stand still, my own. I wish to look at you."

As the submissive partner, Draco wore no clothing except for a sheer white robe and a short black loincloth. The robe was worn open, and the cloth was magicked to cover his modesty but only just. There were many thin silver bracelets and anklets arranged on his limbs, but the real shine was in the molten silver of his eyes.

"My dragon, you are so beautiful."

Harry hummed as he took in the sight of his mate, his arousal demonstrating itself in the huskiness of his voice.

"It's almost a waste to strip this from you when you look so precious. Maybe I should keep you like this all the time. Perhaps I should leave you in it and tie you to the bed, keep you ready and waiting for me to come along and fuck you whenever I please."

Harry's words combined with the allure of the wings had Draco gasping for air, his breath coming out in little puffs across his lips.

"I don't think I'd be able to leave. I'd just keep fucking you with my fingers, with my mouth, with my cock. Again, and again until you're so oversensitive that you're a crying mess, then I'd sit you on my dick and fuck you again. You, my beautiful submissive, all wet and lovely and mine.

He jerked his mate to his chest, plundering his mouth while caressing him with gentle fingers. He knew the juxtaposition of the rough treatment with the loving movements would be his undoing.

Harry finally had enough of teasing his little mate, laying him down on the mattress to spread him out for him to see.

The savior took in the picture of his Draco, all flushed and open, his fluttering entrance just begging to be tasted and touched.

He pressed a kiss to the open hole, watching as it clenched before Draco audibly sighed. Soon the lithe body was pushing against his mouth and hand, moaning incoherently.

Harry pulled up when he decided he couldn't hold off anymore, thrusting inside his warmth with haste.

"You are so beautiful, pet. So beautiful and so good and all mine."

Harry searched inside his lover, angling his thrusts until Draco was giving high pitched squeals.

"So hot, so tight, my love, my life," Harry whispered against his mate's cheek. "I'm so blessed to have you as my own. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you in my arms. To see you becoming all that are. To hold you each night. To see you rounded with my child. To see you old and beautiful. I get forever with you, baby. Forever. Are you ready for always with me? I'm so ready for always with you."

Draco cried out as his orgasm hit, holding onto Harry's neck fiercely as the man kept thrusting into him.

"Forever yours, dominant," he sobbed, he body clenching around his dominant's cock.

Harry slammed home once more, holding his mate close as he was brought over the brink.

"Yes, you are, my love. Mine forever. I love you."

FIN