Home of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy

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     "No!" I shot up from the floor. Sweat coated my skin, and my heart raced so fast that I clutched at my chest to keep it in place. Gagging at the rancid smell that peppered the air, I flicked the light on with a silent spell.

     My regurgitated green apple pooled on the wooden floor next to me. And the note that evoked it.

     Darling,

     You're missed.

     It's time to return, you've had your fun.

     I expect to see you soon.

     ≿Grandmaster Parkinson ≾

     I jumped to my feet and backed away. My mind raced as I recounted Sue Li, giving me the scroll that released me from the Circle. But...

     I ran to my laboratory. Ripping open the bottom drawer, I pulled out the box I'd placed the Blessing in.

     The ivory parchment was silky to the touch, her preferred Strathmore brand. My stomach rolled when smelling the sweet floral notes of Cestrum Nocturnum coming from the paper.

     Running my fingers over the unbroken seal, I felt myself sink to the seat at the counter. Snapping the wax, I began unrolling it.

     The parchment burst into green flames, and I dropped it.

     The familiar face of the Grandmaster glared at me from within the blaze.

     "Your request to leave is denied. You are mine Draco Malfoy and will always belong to me," the head said in a warped version of her voice. The parchment, image, and my hopes vanished from view as the flames consumed everything.

     I shook my head in disbelief. The Grandmaster knew that I'd trust Li enough to never open it—she was right.

     It's ok, Draco. Harry's not home yet, get the mess in the living room cleaned up. He doesn't need to know about this.

     Once I'd calmed down, I cleaned up the green apple vomit in the living room. I tucked the summons into the lockbox. As I ran my shaking fingers through my hair, I noticed apple chunks stuck to my shirt.

     "Eww." I ripped off my clothes and hopped into the steam shower. I did my best to use the sandalwood and frankincense soap to rid the worry of the summons off of me.

     It didn't work.

     Getting ready to turn off the water, a warm, tingling sensation penetrated and zipped down my spine.

     Harry!

     I was horny, and the summons that scared the puke out of me was gone from my mind like a bad dream.

     "Mmm, that feels pretty nice. But Harry does it much, much better."

     The sensation cascaded through me once again. I braced my hands on the wall to keep from falling over as something akin to an orgasm occurred in all my cells.

     Sucking in a sharp breath, I mocked, "I should have him show you how to do that the right way."

     "Are you cheating on me with some poser named Harry?" His voice whispered against my ear even though he hadn't joined me in the shower.

     "You shouldn't talk about the Chosen One like that. I can attest to the size of his wand, and he can beat anyone into submission with it." I shivered in anticipation of playing with the very thing of which I was referring to.

     "Submission, hum?"

     "Mmm hum," I purred.

     I smiled as Harry's fresh outdoor smell filled the steamy stall. His firm hands possessed my hips and jerked me back against his hardened member.

     I wiggled against him.

     "I'm just going to take what I want." He lined himself up with my entrance and thrust himself deep inside.

     "Yes, please." I melted in his skilled hands as he worked himself in and out of me. Each pump of his hips binding me to him, like a silent marriage vow that I willingly took.

     He panted against my shoulder as he wrapped his hand around my waist and stroked me in time with his thrusts. Within moments, heat exploded from my core. Shuddering, I burst on the wall but willed myself to keep rolling my hips for his stiff length.

     "Dragon." He moaned musically as he pulsed inside me, spilling his seed. His heart hammered against my back. He kissed my shoulder a few times. I loved the soft squishy feel of them against my skin, it was heavenly.

     After a moment of getting some air back into my lungs, I eased forward, removing him from me. I smiled at the sexiest wizard I know and kissed the lips I was just thinking felt so amazing.

     "I really needed that," he said.

     "Me too." I chuckled, feeling significantly better than I had ten minutes ago.

     I pushed him under the waterfall showerhead and began shampooing his hair. "How was your day, Baby?"

     His shoulders sagged as he lamented, "I thought I'd be chasing bad guys down and putting them behind bars. Making a difference, you know? Instead, I've been running errands for the real Auror's, so basically, I'm a famous gopher."

     "Food runs? That's what you did today?"

     "And all of yesterday. I think they get off on putting 'Harry Potter' in his rightful place." He air-quoted his name and frowned.

     "Don't let it get to you. They are just jealous because you're so skilled that you didn't need any stinking training." I gave him a kiss of encouragement and rinsed the shampoo from his dark locks.

     "It's not like I asked to skip it."

     "Sure, Harry."

     He sighed. "Shacklebolt insisted there was no reason for me too when I had more skills than most trained Aurors."

     "Maybe they just wanted to see how you handle not being spoon-fed, Mr. Famous-Dark-Lord-Slayer."

     "I suppose you could be right." He smiled at me as his bright-green eyes wandered over my face.

     "Of course, I am."

     He chuckled. "I'm hungry. What should we do for dinner?"

     My stomach clenched as I remembered the scroll, and mess from earlier. "What do you want? I'll make you anything you'd like."

     He fluttered his dark lashes at me.

     "Treacle tart?" I asked, knowing that's what he was after.

     "Please, Dragon?" He smiled.

     "You have to pay the toll."

     He kissed me then said, "You are the most handsome Slytherin that ever lived."

     I laughed. "My personal favorite is still, 'Draco is the best cook ever—when he's naked.' But since you're so cute, I'll accept it."

     "Good, it was a long day, so I couldn't think of a better one." He shut off the water, we dressed and made our way to the kitchen. All the while, we chatted about the errands he ran for people at work and the rest of his day.