Pearly Wings and Chocolate Ears ~ Drarry

~Chapter 3~

As Harry stared up into the silver eyes of Draco Malfoy, he stopped. Stopped trying to walk out, stopped listening to his friend's laughter (albeit it had died down, as both were now watching the strange situation before them with eager eyes) stopped looking anywhere but Draco.

Harry didn't register a hand grabbing his arm, or being gently pulled from his friends and down the corridoor and into an empty compartment.

As Harry finally shook out of his stupour, he asked what Malfoy was doing, and the only reply given was Draco's smooth, hypnotising voice saying, "You feel it too?" 

Harry scaresly had time to nod, for how could he not, he felt the charged air between them, the tingle where Draco's hand had touched his arm, and now where his fingers gently brushed his cheek, and then when Draco's lips met Harry's. Draco was kissing him. As he opened his mouth to protest, Draco took the opportunity to thrust his tounge deep into Harry's mouth, exploring every inch of it, drowning him.

When Draco finally pulled away, Harry was almost at a loss for words, and breath.

"Malfoy-"

"Call me Draco."

"Draco... What was that."

"That was a kiss, idiot."

"You prick, I know that, but why would y-"

"You're my mate." Draco interupted.

Those three words. It had to be those three words. Harry wouldv'e found it more believable if he'd said that Parkinson had him under the Imperius curse, but no. 

And Harry couldn't even deny it either. He also felt the tug between them, smelled the intoxication aroma around Malf- Draco, it seemed to be something like pine, and freshly fallen rain, and honey, and some other delicious natural scent, something he couldn't pinpoint. 

Unknowingly, he had stepped closer to Draco, drowning in his smell, now there were but a few inches between them.

Draco looked down his annoyingly perfect nose at Harry before tenderly leaning down, and kissing him again. This time it didn't have the haste, the need; that the last had had. His soft, plump lips pressed gently against Harry's own. Harry slowly brought his hands up and held them gently around Draco's arms, just below his shoulder. He pulled himself higher, pressing desperately against Draco's mouth, desperate for more, however Draco refused to deepen the kiss as he had before.

Draco pulled away, pulling his trademark Slytherin smirk at Harry's flushed and desperate face.

Frustrated, Harry sat down. He wasn't sitting long before Draco had pulled him onto his own lap, straight after sitting down beside him. Draco rested his head in the crook of Harry's neck, his warm breath causing Harry to shiver.

"Draco... what are you doing."

"I am treating you how I should be treating a submissive mate. Because that's what you are."

Disbelief was clearly painted across Harry's expression, and he asked,

"Why am I the submissive?"

"Because I am not the one clearly enjoying sitting in my dominant's lap" Draco teased, smirk still evident on his face.

Harry huffed in response, rolling his eyes, but he didn't get up. In fact, he leaned further into Draco's hold, tilting his head to the opposite direction that Draco's was resting on his shoulder, giving Draco full access to his neck. 

Draco decided not to take advantage of Harry's submission just yet, and instead decided to rest for a while. Unfurling his wings, he held Harry closer and wrapped them both inside a curtain of platinum white feathers. 

Tentatively, Harry reached up his hand, and stroked the feathers of the wing directly infrint of him, and let out a content sign. Everything inside Draco was swelling with pride and sucess, his mate seemed happy inside his wings. Was happy. This was good.