Chapter 12: What a morning

This had to have been the best night's rest that he had ever had. Cloudy green eyes slowly blinked open; Harry smiled when he noticed that he was still in Draco's room. The dominant's scent enveloped him, and he felt completely secure in his surroundings. It was odd though that he had woken up before the blonde had; usually Draco was awake long before him, washed and cleaned up, with breakfast set up for both of them. This had to be the first time he woke up before the blonde.

But the sun had barely risen over the horizon, meaning that it was too early for him to wake up. Harry smiled and snuggled back into the warm body behind him, but there seemed like a clump of fabric behind him causing him discomfort. So he wriggled harder against the clump so that it would even out, but instead it got harder. He frowned sleepily, and pressed his back harder against the clump, but when he heard the animalistic moan coming off the dominant he stopped.

Harry's eyes were wide open now. That wasn't a clump of the duvet stuck between them obstructing him from the other warm body; it was something a lot more embarrassing. Maybe this was the reason why Draco woke up earlier than he did. The submissive blushed and buried his head into the pillow; he had to get out of bed and away from the dominant, but couldn't.

All his wriggling against Draco's morning wood had excited the blonde! He had tightened his arms around Harry's waist, and he was purring again contently. His green eyes widened even further when he felt Draco grinding his strong hips between the crack of his ass and literally dry humping him. Draco gave out a guttural moan and pulled Harry's body closer, pressing his nose against his neck and nibbling his skin.

"Harry…" he whispered, hot air dancing past his ear.

The raven gritted his teeth together and tried to suppress the whimper from escaping him, not that it was much use. Draco's strong warm hands trailed up and down his still flat stomach. Somehow they had managed to find themselves under his shirt so that every touch that Draco administered burned like fire. Rubbing circles around his stomach, Harry's throat clogged up as he tried to suppress another moan. Trying to move away from Draco now didn't seem like an option.

He gasped when the blonde started teasing the waistband of his trousers, long fingers tickling the side of his naked hip. Harry shuddered and squirmed, squeezing his legs together to stop the roaming hands from getting too close to his manhood.

"Harry…" came another whisper. His voice was like melted chocolate, and the raven couldn't help but bite his quivering bottom lip.

He gasped when he felt Draco's thick member sliding up and down at the faster pace; the dominant grunted, moving harder against him. Purring and mewling, stirring up heat in his groin, he was painfully hard as well, but not touched. Not touched there.God he didn't think he would want it that much, but he did, he needed all of it.

So slowly he inched his legs apart, like an invitation, letting Draco's pale fingers trace ever closer to his member.

"My Uxor… my precious mate…" he whispered again, voice thick with lust.

"Maritus…" the word just came stumbling out of his mouth, but it seemed to be the right word to say.

Draco growled in approval and his breathing became heavier, gently he took hold of Harry's weeping member squeezing the tip, rubbing the salty liquid over his hard shaft. Harry was gasping and gritting his teeth together painfully so that he wouldn't make any more sound, not that it helped much. It felt so good to be touched like this, so he started pushing back against Draco. Their grunts and moans filled the bedroom like a never-ending ecstasy-filled chant.

Harry shuddered when he felt himself coming closer to completion, a pressure building up inside him. Their bodies moved in rhythm, skin tingling, air electrified. Harry clawed at the sheets; he glanced at it and saw how where his curled vine-like markings used to be seemed to glow gold. He opened his mouth and a loud inhuman shriek escaped him, and he came, with Draco following right behind with a shuddered growl.

The two Origo simply lay spent in the single bed, Draco's hands still wound tightly around him, both out of breath, sticky and tired from their activities. The blonde was wide awake now, his silver eyes staring straight up at the ceiling with a confused and fulfilled look. Slowly he glanced at Harry, then returned to look back at the ceiling. What had happened just then?

"Harry…?" he asked.

"Yeah…"

"What just happened…?"

"I think we just dry humped each other," the raven replied breathlessly.

"Oh…" Merlin, he had just dry humped Harry. Oh he had enjoyed it more than enough, this was his wet dream come true. But who knew if the raven had even been willing?

Would this count in some weird way as rape or something? Should he apologize? Or would that be too odd? Silver eyes glanced at his still silent mate and tried to gauge his reaction, but all he got was this strange feeling of calmness coming off the submissive. No anxiety, fear, or even anger, just calm, but it was a type of calm he hadn't ever felt coming off Harry.

"Are you alright?" he finally asked.

"Yeah… fine…"

One word: 'awkward'.

The two Origo still hadn't moved from their position, but by now the after glow had left them, and all they felt was the stickiness on their crotches, which was starting to become uncomfortable. The sun was higher now, high enough so that its rays shone through the window, meaning that it was time for them to get up and get ready for their first day of school.

"We should get cleaned up," Draco commented and dislodged himself from his mate. He had to bite his tongue from suggesting that they should share a shower. It wouldn't seem appropriate.

"Yeah…" Harry said again with an overly calm voice.

He pulled back the covers, and slowly stood up off the bed. Draco watched as Harry staggered out of his room, and the door closed behind him. As soon as his footsteps faded away, Draco collapsed on the bed with a heavy sigh; now he was in trouble.

After getting showered and dressed he met a still silent Harry in the lounge, the boy hadn't looked up to see him but he could make out the light blush tinting his lightly tanned cheeks. Draco looked away with equal embarrassment; he shuffled his feet anxiously and slowly went towards his mate. Slowly he reached out and took Harry's hand into his own; the other teen didn't flinch but just looked wide-eyed at their adjoining hands.

"Draco…?"

"Should I say sorry?" he asked, not sure of what else to do.

"About what?"

"About what happened this morning…" he replied.

"Oh," Harry exclaimed, and looked up to see Draco's face.

This was the first time he had actually looked at Draco's face all morning; he couldn't bring himself to do so before, so now he was taken aback by the truly apologetic gaze the blonde held. He felt almost sorry for how Draco looked, the blonde aristocrat was never sorry for his actions, so this small action probably took a lot out of him. Harry sighed, and gave Draco's hands a small reassuring squeeze, and then awarded him a smile.

"I-I didn't mind it…" he stuttered out, the blush on his cheeks deepening.

If Draco wasn't surprised before he certainly was now; Harry was okay with it, not only that, but from the way the little raven looked he had certainly enjoyed it. The surprised look was quickly wiped away and replaced with a playful smirk.

"Does this mean you'd want to continue further next time?" he asked, giving a playful look.

"Don't get your hopes up," Harry replied with a frown.

Draco chuckled and picked up Harry's book-bag and handed it to the raven, and then picked up his own bag and they left their private room. They were pretty late now so hopefully they wouldn't be apart for very long at breakfast; as they got closer they slowly moved apart. Harry started lagging back, and Draco went ahead, only looking back to give the submissive a nod to say that everything would be okay. Then he disappeared through the large double doors into the bustling Great Hall.

Harry waited a few minutes until the tug at his naval became slightly tingly; he went inside as well, and he tried to force himself not to look in the direction of the blonde as he went towards the direction of his friends. Hermione waved and smiled in greeting when she saw him, Ron was stuffing his mouth and only managed to nod. Harry smiled and sat down, and started putting waffles on his plate. He stacked them up high, and then picked up a jar of maple syrup, pouring almost half its contents on top of the waffles. He licked his lips hungrily, and picked up his knife and fork before digging into the tower.

Seamus, Dean, and Neville watched his gluttonous attack with mild awe and disgust. Harry never ate that much, now it looked like he was having an eating contest with Ron! And it looked like Harry was winning. After the waffles, he licked his plate clean, then magically a new one appeared and he started loading that one up with bacon, eggs, and toast. Then he devoured that pile as well, before taking a huge gulp of his orange juice.

The three boys glanced at each other before turning back to look at Harry, it seemed like he was eating for two people or something.

"Slow down there Harry, if you keep going like that you'll pop!" Seamus exclaimed.

The fork stopped just an inch away from Harry's mouth; he took a deep breath and slammed his fork down onto the plate. He huffed and turned to glare at the loud Irish boy, his green eyes burning with barely suppressed anger.

"You saying I'm fat?" he snapped.

"What? No, no, nothing like that!" he quickly replied, raising his hands in defense. "You can eat as much as you want!"

"You saying I'm a glutton?"

"Harry calm down, look blueberry muffins!" Hermione said quickly, dangling the cake in front of his eyes.

This quickly distracted the raven and he ripped the cake out of her hands before devouring it. Seamus only breathed out a sigh of relief and thanked the bushy-haired girl, Hermione simply nodded back with an apologetic smile.

The rest of breakfast was a quiet affair, but all the time Harry could feel the familiar tug at his stomach; he couldn't stay here for much longer. Luckily Hermione started ushering them out, or rather yanked Ron away from his plate, and rushed them out of the Hall so that they wouldn't be late. Harry didn't have to look back to know that Draco was close behind. The blonde was keeping a respectful distance so as not to draw attention.

"I'm glad to know that you're taking more tactful subjects now," Hermione said, it was obvious she was talking about Divination.

Harry snorted and crossed his arms across his chest. "As if, I only took them because he persuaded me. Now I'll probably fail thanks to him."

"Don't worry about it Harry, he and I will help you study!" she replied cheerily.

Harry snorted again; it would take anything less of a miracle to get him to pass. He was taking subjects that he had never taken before, only once he had spied at Hermione's books from last year and they had left his head spinning. He didn't think he would be allowed to sleep in the lessons either, both Draco and Hermione were too serious with their studies meaning that they wouldn't let him slack off. Although being pregnant should be a good enough excuse to be lazy though.

It was a good thing then that this morning they actually had a subject that he enjoyed! Defense against the Dark Arts. Although they were pretty early going to the lesson, no one else except for them had left the Great Hall, although for some reason Hermione and Ron seemed to be really excited.

"Is something special going on today?" he asked.

"It's a surprise, but I promise you'll like it!" Ron exclaimed.

Draco's ears twitched when he heard the redhead's loud voice, he was always too loud. He frowned though, what could the surprise be? He hadn't heard about anything special happening in school though, so he couldn't think what the 'surprise' could be. His thoughts were quickly diverted though when he thought back to this morning, what a way to wake up. Being close to Harry every morning meant that he would wake up with the most painful hard-on that he would run off to the bathroom for to relieve himself.

This morning had been different though, what he first thought was a very erotic dream turned out to be reality, and it was way better than anything his left hand could do. He glanced subtly at his mate, and a smirk filtered onto his face when he zoomed onto those plump round buttocks showing through the robes. By Salazar he would like to be buried in that heat again.

But it was too early for them to move forward, as much as Harry might have enjoyed what they did that morning they were both still too new at this. Slowly but surely they were starting to bond, and slowly starting to understand one another. They hardly fought, rather talked to each other, and even learned each other's mannerisms. He guessed it could be called friendship, or at least now friends with benefits. If it could be called love was too soon to say, he'd never loved before.

Suddenly Draco stopped in his tracks, his pupils dilated and his nose twitched when a particular scent started irritating it. It made his heart thud louder, the muscles under his shirt flexing in anticipation of danger. There was something there, just ahead, in the DADA room, where his mate was heading towards!

Without another thought he ran towards them.

Harry on the other hand didn't feel the same sense of danger that Draco did, he was more surprised by the man standing inside their DADA room. The man was standing by his desk shuffling through a few papers. His back was hunched, a thin body confined with an overflowing cloak, greying honey-brown hair pulled into a low hanging ponytail. The man looked up when he heard footsteps approaching, and when he tuned around Harry couldn't help but smile.

"Moony!" he shouted and ran towards him, but stopped when he heard a low growling sound behind him.

Harry swiftly turned around and saw Draco standing intimidatingly in the doorway; he looked bestial, claws digging into the wooden archway. Silver eyes were now red and trained on the older man standing frozen by his desk.

Without warning Draco launched himself at the professor, ready to rip the man to shreds. Harry quickly intervened, jumping in-between Draco and Remus. The dominant came to a halt; he growled in warning at the submissive, telling him to move out of the way, yet Harry didn't. The submissive screeched and whined back, hands spread wide so that the blonde couldn't get past him. Hermione and Ron had their wands raised, ready to shoot stunning spells at the dominant Origo but couldn't with Harry standing so close to him.

The submissive hunched forward slightly and tilted his neck to the side, and made small clicking sounds at the back of his throat. This kept Draco's attention on the raven; he bared his teeth, growling again in warning, yet Harry didn't back down. Slowly he pressed the palm of his hands against Draco's chest to stop him from going anywhere, then he stepped closer, pushing the blonde back and against the wall. But Draco still kept on growling and in warning while glancing between his mate and Remus.

"What's going on?" Ron asked erratically, still pointing his wand at Draco.

"It's normal, dominants are very protective and will perceive any strong magical creature as a threat; he's only doing what his instincts are telling him," Remus replied, backing up against the desk. He needed to create as much space between them, or even Harry wouldn't be able to hold the blonde back.

"I didn't think you would be here for another few minutes," he stated, and started looking through his desk again.

"We wanted to surprise Harry before everyone else came," Hermione replied, panicking. She didn't think bringing them here would cause such a problem.

"It's okay, Ron close the door, no one should see them like that!" Remus instructed, still opening up shelves and drawers in search of something. "Where did I put the bloody thing?" he muttered.

"Professor?" Hermione called out, noticing how agitated Draco was getting.

"It's a vial with orange liquid, I need to find it- finally!" he shouted, snatching a small bottle from the mantle, and downed its contents.

The room was eerily silent; the three wizards watched as Draco stopped growling. His red eyes were still focused on Remus, but they were slowly paling out and going back to the mercury pools they originally were. Harry cooed and purred, calming his dominant down. When Draco was completely back to normal he got off the blonde, and turned to his friends who still had their wands raised.

"Put them down, it's okay," he reassured them.

Hermione and Ron glanced at each other, and reluctantly put their wands down. Remus and Harry breathed out in relief when things finally calmed down.

"So what just happened?" Ron asked; he was pretty shaken up by what happened.

"Instincts Ron, Draco was just trying to protect his pregnant mate from a potential predator," Remus answered with a weary smile.

"Then why didn't Harry react?"

"Pregnancy probably dulled his instincts. Origo rely on their dominants to protect them. After giving birth the submissive will be just as fierce as his counterpart," Merlin he could use some hot chocolate right now, he knew his put his flask somewhere. Being in the same room as an overprotective dominant was too close for comfort.

"And that potion?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Hides my scent," he said, shaking the now empty bottle. "I was trying to find this before you all came along, lasts for 24 hours, and should generally help from him attacking me."

"Still doesn't explain why you are here, werewolf," Draco snarled out.

Remus chuckled and went to sit down behind his messy desk. "It turns out I'm the only DA teacher that wasn't out to kill our little puppy here."

"Don't call him that," Draco snarled, not liking the overly affectionate name that werewolf gave his mate.

Remus chuckled again and raised his arms in defense; even if his scent was hidden it didn't mean that Draco still couldn't be agitated into a fight. He didn't want to risk that. His thoughts were swiftly interrupted when the shrill sound of the bell indicated that lessons should begin. He turned to glance at Harry and gave the teen a warm smile, silently communicating that he would talk to the teen privately later. Well Draco would probably be there as well, there was no way he would leave his mate alone.

There were footsteps and murmurs outside the door, the students were gathering there ready to be let in. So he wearily stood up from his desk and opened the door, ushering the students inside so that he could finally start his lesson.

What a way to start the day.