The Alpha Dynasty (Sequel to MARKED FOR DESTINY) (Book 2 of 2)

54. You Know I Love You

The minute they had entered their room, Harry had taken Draco into his arms and kissed him relentlessly.  Telling him again how sorry he was, and it would never happen again, and Draco answered by telling him if it did, he would sleep in the spare room.  And this alone made Harry growl in a promise to himself as well as Draco that that would never happen.  Draco welcomed his warm mouth, and knew that perhaps he had overstepped boundaries tonight, and that Harry would demand a submission from him, and he was okay with that.

After his shower, Harry slipped in between the sheets and took Draco from behind.  He had him on all fours, with his arse up in the air, and after slicking up his cock, glided in with no hesitation.  He growled at the feeling of the wet hotness that was enveloping his dick, and stayed where he was without moving for a while, just to admire the view.  Jesus, this man was going to be the death of him, he thought and slammed into him.  Draco with his hands on the headboard, threw his head back in ecstasy and moaned.

"You know I love you right?", asked Harry breathless, and slammed into him again.  "You know I would never intentionally hurt you?", he panted.  Draco was moaning at the sound of his voice, and the slams of his cock.  "Tell me you know that", he said, holding onto one hip and gripping the blond hair in his fist.  He kept rocking back and forth and loved looking at the pleasure that his cock could bring to his Omega.  Draco kept moaning incoherent words, sometimes panting out the words, "Harry" and other times just making sounds that sparked things in Harry.

There was a sheen of sweat on Draco's back, and he arched his back one last time, and just like before, came untouched all over the sheets below him, with a scream.  With his tight hole clenched shut from his orgasm, Harry kept up with his ministrations, hard and fast, fast and hard, all the while telling his Omega that he loved him and only him.  "Oh god, I'm coming baby, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming", he kept repeating, and when he did, he shivered and eventually stilled with his huge cock still inside his lover.

Laying next to each other, cleaned but still panting, Harry held him tight, telling him again that he was sorry.  [It's okay love.  You will tell me when you are ready] he said.  Harry thought about telling him before the morning, and perhaps that was the best course of action, but before he did that, he completed his daily routine by kissing Draco on the belly.  Soft tender touches with his lips, he even apologized to the miniature sized Malfoy-Potters, that he had caused their Daddy so much distress today, that he was awarded a total of five kicks to the face, and he was head over heels in love all over again.

Harry then told him what had transpired that night, and while he was holding onto Draco, he could feel him trembling from his sobs.  He was glad that he had prepared Draco for what was going to happen tomorrow, and even with a tears in his eyes, he kissed his husband in a show of facing whatever it was, together.  Always together.  They went to sleep that night, totally drained of energy.  Energy that had been wasted on anger.

Draco finally understood why Harry had felt what he had, and felt shame at his behavior, and when Harry told him that that was uncalled for, he listened.  "You were right to worry, and I love that you do.  I just...I", and Draco kissed the rest of the words away, because he knew what Harry was trying to say.  

They woke up the next morning feeling a bit lighter, but still nervous none the less.  He held onto Draco before leaving the room and said if he didn't want to be in the room, he didn't have to be.  "Who will be there to calm your mood Harry?", he asked.  "Because if I remember correctly, you didn't have Septys with you yesterday either, and you most certainly didn't call for your own Matrix", he said, narrowing his eyes.

Harry considered himself in trouble once again, and kissed his husband to appease him, which was a good move on his part, as far as Draco was concerned.  "That's better my love", Draco said, and they left the room to go and fill their stomachs.  They were the last to arrive at the table, and smiled when the others looked at them and saw the difference in the men that they had seen last night.  "Are you still in the dog box Harry?", asked Pansy.  

Harry frowned.  How did she know about dog boxes and what the connotation was?  Seeing his confusion, she answered him. "Hermoine told me all about the dog box.  I love it", she said and giggled.  Harry looked at her and then at his friend.  "I was never in the dog box thank you", he said.  "I may have almost been in it, but not completely", he said with his own smile.  He nodded his head towards the others at the table, and dished up for himself.

Kippers drowned in salt, with a thick slice of home made bread and butter smeared all over it.  There was nothing else that he wanted except this.  Draco served himself muesli, deep fried and diced bacon pieces, banana yogurt and chili sauce together, topped off with grated cheese, and closed his eyes at the explosion of taste hitting his tongue.  Harry grimaced at the concoction, but apparently cravings were things that babies wanted, and your body needed.  Ok then!

After breakfast, they went outside to enjoy the sunshine and the fresh air.  Harry and Draco were talking together with their heads bowed, while Narcissa and Mcgonagall were trying to look brave, casting glances towards Dumbledore every five minutes.  Lucius and Snape were silent and in thought, the one knowing what was going on, and the other completely oblivious.  Ron, Hermoine, Pansy and Blaise were sitting together, and knew that something profound was going to be said today.  

They all looked towards Harry to start talking, but all they saw when they looked at him was a deep look of concern and worry on his stunning features.  It wasn't Harry who was going to lead this meeting, it was someone else, and when he cleared his throat, they all looked at him with wide eyes.  Harry took hold of Draco's hand to brace for impact.

"Thank you all for agreeing to see me today", started Dumbledore.  "I have something that I have to share with you, that I need to share with you.  Harry,", he said, waving his hand towards him, "already knows of what I speak.  He was told yesterday, and for those of you who don't know, he was very angry to say the least.  My apologies Draco, that your husband had to go through all of those emotions, and for him coming home late last night.  I'm quite sure you understood", he said not having any idea how Harry had to duck and dive away from things being thrown.

Draco blushed at the words, but said thank you anyway.  It had nothing to do with Dumbledore that he had practically thrown his toys around.  Harry smiled and kissed him on the temple.  

"I have received word, or a dream rather, that my time has come to an end.  In other, more plain and simple words, I am dying", he claimed like it was nothing.  His statement was met with total silence, and then for the first time in his life, Harry saw that Dumbledore had tears running down his wrinkled face, and stood up to go and comfort the man.  It couldn't have been easy coming here and telling everyone something so private, but Harry had insisted that everyone be told, and Dumbledore had listened.  

Now they could move forward and prepare for what was being thrown their way.  "You know we all love you, right Professor?", asked Ron Weasley.  Harry smiled at the revelation, glad that it was his friend that understood the enormity of telling his own secret to them.  As one, they all nodded and said the same.  

Dumbledore smiled and said yes, he knew.