“It
hurts like hell,” Draco said. “I
see that. This is a dark art occulal spell, Draco. I can sense it,”
Harry said.
“My
own house members cursed me?” Draco asked in disbelief. “You
and I were sitting up near that section together. They were probably
trying for me,” Harry said. “But I took off quickly and
you just happened to be there.” “Dammit!
I’ll kill them!” Draco yelled in his blindness. “When
I find out who did this they’re dead!” “Potter,
Malfoy, what’s going on?” Madame Pomphrey called as she
came over. “This
is a dark art occulal spell,” Harry said. “Draco will
need occugeneriatus potion and drops of dyahydride.” “Thank
you for that assessment,” Madame Pomphrey now had Draco’s
head in her own hands looking into Draco’s eyes. “You’re
correct, Harry. This is a dark art spell. Any idea on who cast it?” “One
of my own house members. It had to be,” Draco said. “Harry
and I were on our brooms directly in front of the Slytherin section
when it happened.” “Very
well,” Poppy said. “Malfoy can you walk with assistance
or do you want me to bring a stretcher?” “I
can walk,” Draco said. “Harry?” “I’m
here,” Harry took Draco’s hand and then put his arm
around Draco’s shoulders and held him tightly in his blindness.
“I’ve got you. Come on.” “Harry?”
Albus’ voice was ahead. “I’m
seeing Draco to the hospital wing. He was hit with an occulal,”
Harry said. Albus nodded. “And…I had to do the cast.” “I
realize that. You did well,” Albus said. “We’ll
need to speak about what has happened here after you see to Draco in
the wing.” “Yes,
sir,” Harry said as Albus turned to speak with the other
teachers who’d been in attendance. Both sets of team members
walked behind Harry and a blinded Draco who were following Madame
Pomphrey up to the hospital wing. “Dammit!”
Draco yelled. “I hate this, Harry. I can’t see anything.
Nothing. I’m blind!” “I
know. Just calm down. It will be okay once you take the potions,”
Harry said. “I’ve been hit with this curse before. It
hurts, itches and stings like hell. But the potions take effect
within fifteen minutes and then it’s over. I swear it.” “Fifteen
minutes?” Draco said as if it were a year. “Draco,
just hold on,” Harry said holding him tightly. “I’ve
got you.” “Harry,
man, that was some fucking spell you sent,” Seamus said. “What
the hell was that?” Both teams were listening intently as they
followed around Harry who was assisting Draco to walk in his
blindness. “Just
something I can do,” Harry said paying more attention to
leading Draco onto flat ground. “But
how did you do that? Where did you learn it?” Hurley asked. “I
never learned it,” Harry said. “I just do it. Listen, I’m
sort of busy right now, so…you know. Lay off.” “You
never learned it?” Draco whispered to Harry. “I’ll
explain later,” Harry said softly into Draco’s ear. Draco
nodded as they started climbing the slick grassy hill. Draco slipped
and Harry caught him but they nearly fell twice more in only a few
steps. “Draco, stop a moment. Poppy!” Harry called to her
a few steps away. “Go to the wing. I’m bringing Draco my
own way.” Harry went behind Draco and put his arm around him. “What
are you doing?” Draco asked. Harry leaned up to his ear. “I’m
taking you with me. Hold on,” Harry said quietly before he held
on tightly with the one arm around Draco’s chest. With a deep
breath and a bit of concentration, Harry slung up his arm hard and he
and Draco vanished. Both teams gasped but Poppy only watched for a
second as they disappeared before she started to walk quicker toward
the school. “Did
they Apparate?” one of the Slytherins asked Ron. “I
have no idea,” Ron said. “Harry can do so much, there’s
no way to know what just happened.” “How
does he do that?” Bridgitte asked. “Who
knows. He’s a freak,” Goyle said. “Watch
your mouth,” Ron spat. “Harry just saved your miserable
life. Again. I should think you owe him at least the courtesy of
keeping your fat mouth shut.” Ron and the other Gryffindor team
members left the Slytherins and walked toward the school. Goyle stood
speechless as his team members looked at him with disdain and
followed the Gryffindors. Goyle reluctantly followed them all. Harry
and Draco defragmented in the hospital wing. “What
the hell did you just do to me?” Draco said in his blinded
condition holding onto Harry’s arm around his chest tightly. “I
just fragmented you with me from outside into the hospital wing,”
Harry said. “Albus will have my ass in a sling for it, but I
had to do it. Here, sit on the bed.” Harry led Draco to the
hospital bed and sat with him giving him comfort. “You
fragmented me,” Draco stated. “You idiot! Nobody was
supposed to know you could do that. Now all the Slytherins know. It
will only be a matter of hours before Voldemort knows.” “Fuck
it,” Harry said. “It doesn’t matter if he knows or
not.” “Harry,
I don’t want you to do anything to jeopardize your position of
defense against him,” Draco said. “It’s too close
to the battle now for you to reveal such things.” “What’s
done is done,” Harry said. “I made a decision and I’d
do it again. You mean more to me than Voldemort does.” Poppy
burst through the doors and was walking toward them. “Albus
will be upset with you, Harry,” Poppy said. “Hold on,
Malfoy. I know that spell hurts. I’ll get the potions.” “Even
she knows Albus will be pissed with you,” Draco said. “I
said drop it,” Harry said squeezing Draco’s shoulders in
a hug. “What can he do besides pitch a fit and hit me with a
hex anyway? Don’t worry about it. He knows I love you so he’d
better stay off my ass or I’m taking the old man out.”
Draco couldn’t help but grin a bit. “You’re
a nut,” Draco said holding his stinging eyes. “Damn this
shit burns.” “Hold
on, baby,” Harry said. “Use the meditation to help you
deal with the pain. Here, I’ll help you.” Harry began to
speak slowly working Draco into the trance-like state. Poppy came and
Draco drank the potions before he lay on the bed. Harry continued to
give him the soothing words to help with the meditation. Draco was in
the deep meditative trance for almost twenty minutes before his eyes
fluttered open to see Harry smiling down at him. “You okay?” “Yeah,”
Draco said sitting up. Poppy examined Draco’s eyes and gave him
the all clear but insisted he stay for another half hour to make
sure. “What did you do with the Dementors?” Harry was
explaining what he’d done when Albus came in with an angered
face. “Oh no.” “What
on earth were you thinking?” Albus asked as he came closer. “I
brought Draco to the wing by fragmenting him with me,” Harry
said firmly. “He was blinded and in pain. The other students
were hindering our progress and my way was quicker.” “Harry,
you have seriously erred,” Albus said in concern. “You
know what is upcoming. What possessed you to do such a foolish
thing?” “I
told you already. Draco was in pain and I wasn’t waiting
around. I’ve had this curse and I couldn’t bear to see
him suffer with it. It’s over and done now,” Harry said.
“There’s nothing left to do now except come up with an
explanation to tell the students. Tell me what to say and I’ll
say it, but I’d do it again if I had the choice.” Harry
gave the honest answer and Albus knew Harry was only protecting the
one he loved. “You
did well,” Albus said. Harry never relented or showed any
surprise to that answer. “Draco, is your vision now clear?” “Yes,
sir,” Draco said quietly knowing Harry was in trouble because
of him. “I’m
glad to hear it,” Albus said. “Harry, the splitting
sweeps you did with the Dementors were excellent and were above your
normal levels with those sweeps. I suspect that Draco’s injury
was part of the reason you put such force into the spell.” “It
was,” Harry said. “I had to kill those fuckers and quick
because I was worried about Draco. But I didn’t know that
Dementors could scream.” “Those
weren’t exactly screams,” Albus said. “The souls
that the Dementors had consumed never actually leave their bodies.
That was the wailing of the ingested souls being freed.” “Gross,”
Draco said. “That’s awful.” “What
happens to those souls now?” Harry asked. “They
go on to rest,” Albus said kindly. “You did them a great
service by allowing them to finally find the peace they were seeking
from within the terrors of a Dementor. I’m sure they’d
thank you both for it.” “You
did good,” Draco told Harry. “I
did nothing,” Harry said. “I sent a few spells and blew
up some already dead things. Big whoop de do.” Harry grinned.
“The souls thing is cool, though.” “So
neither of us won today,” Draco said. Harry lost his grin and
swallowed. Harry reached into his Quidditch robes and pulled out the
Snitch. “Oh hell.” Harry gave it to Draco. “There.
You can have it,” Harry said. Draco looked at the snitch and
scowled. It was burnt to a crisp and was black all over. “What
the hell did you do to it? It looks like you set it on fire,”
Draco grinned. Albus chuckled softly. “I
have no idea,” Harry said looking at the dead thing. “The
spells you sent, Harry. To an enchanted semi-magically organic thing
such as a Snitch, those spells would be lethal,” Albus
explained. “I suppose it’s your decision to either end
the match with this, or tell no one and replay.” Harry and
Draco looked to the other. “What
do you want to do?” Harry asked Draco. “You were blinded
with a curse, so it wasn’t a fair game.” “I
will never win against you, Harry,” Draco said. “You
catch the damn thing and then save the fucking world at the same
time? You’re too much.” Draco flopped the crunchy Snitch
into Harry’s hand. “Take it.” “No,
you take it,” Harry handed it back but Draco tried to push it
toward Harry again. “I’m
not taking it,” Draco said.
“Well,
neither am I,” Harry said as the tried to push it toward the
other. “Stop
it, Harry. Take it,” Draco said. “No.
I don’t want it,’ Harry said. “Boys,
please,” Albus said. “We’ll have a rematch where
there may not be the possibility of such occurrences happening again.
Fair enough?” The two looked to each other and shrugged. “Fine,”
Harry said. “But not today. Draco and I are attending a party
in the Gryffindor Tower tonight. And we’re going to dance.”
Harry grinned. “Before
you think of dancing, we need to decide what to tell the students,”
Albus said. “I suggest that you tell them the truth.” “That
he can fragment?” Draco asked in dread. Albus nodded. “But…that
would be awful. Why not tell the students Harry Apparated with me?” “The
students feel safe at Hogwarts because of the anti-apparation wards
placed here, Draco,” Harry said. “If they thought those
wards could be penetrated by anyone, even me, they may not feel as
safe. I could just say that I’m not allowed to discuss it. That
seems to work for me most of the time.” “Yes,
let’s do that instead,” Draco said. “Can we do
that, Albus?” “Is
that your decision, Harry? Not to reveal anything?” Albus
asked. Harry nodded. “I’ll
just tell everyone that you told me not to discuss it,” Harry
said. “I say that all the time anyway.” “I
never tell you that,” Albus said. Draco gave Harry a hard look. “He
doesn’t tell you that?” Draco asked. “Well,
he has before, but not recently,” Harry said. “I just
choose to use him as my excuse so others will leave me alone. It’s
much easier than trying to explain why I can do things. I get tired
of that.” “I
can see that,” Draco said taking Harry’s hand. “Thank
you for bringing me here.” “Both
teams are outside the hospital wing doors in full uniforms,”
Albus said. “Should I let them in now, or would you like to
leave separately?” “How
much can we reveal about our relationship to the other students?”
Harry asked sadly. “I’m tired of not being able to sit
with Draco at meals, or just…hold his hand in the hallway. I
don’t care if anyone knows. Just tell me what to do.” “With
Draco’s orders from Voldemort being what they are, I would
think that if you wanted to publicly show affections you may. Limited
affections,” Albus corrected. The boys nodded. “So
no sex on the breakfast table?” Harry teased. “No,”
Albus said closing his eyes with the absurdity of that question.
Draco snickered. “None
at all?” Harry asked feigning sorrow. “Harry,
please,” Albus said. “You’re irritating me.” “Harry,
I’m not so sure that going public just yet is a good idea,”
Draco said kindly but trying not to hurt any feelings. “Friends,
maybe. But not…not the way you want it. It’s hard for
me, too. But I just don’t feel it’s the right thing to do
just yet.” “I
see,” Harry said.
“No,
you don’t see,” Draco said. “I know that if you and
I went public, the other DEs would know it was real between us
whereas they are supposed to think it’s a farce.” “Draco,
today on the pitch the whole entire student body watched me put my
arm around you,” Harry said. Draco just realized. “And if
you remember, I had just sent out some major spell casting and every
eye in the place was on me. And then you. I think they might just
figure it out soon. Don’t you?” Harry grinned just a bit
with those bright emerald eyes. “Oh,”
Draco said softly. “Well, that’s okay. I guess.” “You
guess?” Harry asked as it if hurt. Draco pulled Harry into a
kiss that was short but nice. “Yes,”
Draco said. “I guess.” Harry grinned. “I’m
taking leave of you now,” Albus said. “Any
word on the Azkaban thing?” Harry asked. “Not
yet,” Albus said. “I’ll send you word when I know.”
Harry nodded and Albus left the wing. Harry took Draco’s hand. “You
know that your dad will waste no time coming after you if he breaks
out,” Harry said. “I
won’t go,” Draco said. “I’m of age to
refuse.” Harry nodded thoughtfully and each sat for a moment in
silence before both teams came through the hospital wing doors. Harry
and Draco were sitting close on the bed and each looked to the other.
“Moment of truth.” Draco nodded. The teams rounded but
said nothing for a few moments. “Draco,
how are you?” Ron asked. “Fine,
now,” Draco looked directly at Ron. “That was awful. I
was totally blind and in terrible pain. Madame Pomphrey gave me the
potions, and now I’m fine.” “Well,
your eyes look like shit,” Johnson of the Slytherin team
teased. Harry laughed a bit. “Yeah,
well you look like shit all the time, you stupid fuck,” Draco
said in his leadership way. “Draco,
is that the Snitch?” Dailey of the Slytherin team asked of the
thing in Draco’s palm. Draco looked at it and then at Harry.
The rest of the teams looked between them. Harry grinned. “Um…well,”
Draco said holding it up in dread. “Yeah, but it’s not
what it looks like.” “Who
caught it?” Ron asked. Draco’s eyes never left Harry’s
and neither said a word and the silence was deafening. After a few
more moments of this tensed silence the team couldn’t take the
suspense. “Harry,
who caught it?” Ron asked. Still neither seeker would answer. “Just
tell us!” Seamus yelled. Draco gave Harry a look of
expectation. Harry shook his head slightly. Draco cleared his throat
nervously. “Nobody,”
Draco said. “It was on the pitch after Harry cast that spell.
It got burnt up and…fell onto the pitch.” Draco lied but
neither seeker showed signs of emotion. “Harry?”
Barnes of his own team asked. Harry turned to him. “Didn’t
you just hear that, Ben?” Harry asked. “Nobody caught it.
It will be a rematch.” There was almost a silent sigh of relief
from the Slytherin team and a groan of the Gryffindors. “Harry…”
Draco shook his head. “No,”
Harry said firmly. Draco looked to the snitch in his hand and held it
up for the team to see. “What
the hell happened to it?” Ron asked taking the little burnt up
ball. Part of the edges of the blackened thing fell away. “Eww,
gross. Harry, what the hell happened to this snitch?” “It
got burnt up,” Harry said in embarrassment. “How
on earth did that happen? Did you set it on fire?” Seamus
asked. “No,
it was burnt up by Harry’s spells on the pitch,” Draco
said with a malicious grin. The teams eyed Harry closely but Harry
gave Draco the look. “Thanks,”
Harry said with sarcasm. “Harry,
man, how did you do that spell thing? That was fucking awesome!”
Goodin of Gryffindor asked. “It’s
called splitting sweeps,” Harry said. “I’m not
allowed to discuss it under direct order of the Headmaster.”
Draco grinned a bit but looked down to the sheets to hide it. “Why
not?” Jersen of the Slytherins asked. “Because
I’m a fruitcake,” Harry said. “You know, that weird
Harry Potter that everyone thinks is a total nut anyway? That would
be me. Now I’ve done some stupid shit in front of the whole
school. My life is pure hell.”
“Did
you get trouble for that?” Ron asked. Harry shook his head. “Well,
not really,” Harry said. “If I hadn’t done it, and
with that many Dementors, you probably wouldn’t be here. There
were over three hundred Dementors on the pitch today.” “Three
hundred?” Draco asked with wide eyes. “They
was everywhere, Drake,” Goyle said. “It was fucked up.” “Why
didn’t you just send your patronus?” Ron asked.
“I
did at first,” Harry said. “When I was on the other end
of the pitch I sent the patronus. But then I felt them behind me and
when I looked I saw you all running toward the center of the pitch.
When I got to the center of the pitch with you, we were surrounded. I
had no choice but to make you all lie down flat so I could cast. I
had to keep the spell up from the ground to keep from killing you
all.” “Would
that spell have killed us, really?” Ron asked. “Ron,
imagine every cell in your body exploding at the speed of light,”
Harry said. “That’s basically what would have happened to
you had you been hit with my spell.” “That’s
some powerful shit,” Draco said. “I
can do stuff,” Harry said. “Are you ready to get out of
here?” Draco nodded. “Poppy!” Harry yelled and in a
few moments she came around. “My
goodness, what’s going on in here,” Poppy came to survey
Draco again. “You seem fine, Malfoy. You are free to go. If you
have residual vision problems, come see me. That was a terrible dark
art spell. If you know who did this, let me know.” Draco nodded
and Poppy left. Draco turned on his team. “I
want to know who cast this spell on me,” Draco snapped at the
team. “And I want to know now.” “We
don’t know, Drake. All we knew was that Harry put you on the
pitch and then took off on his broom,” Phillip said. “Harry,
did you get my broom?” Draco asked. “I
got it,” Ron said. “It’s in the hall outside the
hospital wing.” “Thanks,
Ron,” Draco said. “I want to know who cast that damn
spell. Find out and then I’ll deal with it.” “You
may want to check with Blaise, Pansy, Millie, Darton, Banks, or
Treach,” Harry said. “Those were the students in the
front row of that section where you were.” “You
remembered that?” Draco asked. “When
I saw you were hit with a spell, I took notice,” Harry said.
“It would be difficult to cast from another row than the front
one onto the pitch area. It has to be one of them.” “And
they were probably aiming for you,” Draco said. “Since
all our suspects are females, I think I have an idea of who it may
be.” “Either
Pansy or Blaise,” Fletcher of Slytherin said. Draco nodded. “Pansy
is better spell caster than Blaise. She’d have more accuracy.
It would almost have to be her,” Crouch of Slytherin commented. “Slytherin
discipline committee is now in session,” Draco said. “Seth,
slip her some Veritaserum and get the confession of her before I kill
her.” “You
can’t kill her,” Harry said. “The
hell you say,” Draco said. “She could have killed me.” “But
she wasn’t aiming at you,” Harry said. “Who
was she aiming at then?” Goyle asked. “Me,”
Harry said. “I had taken off and Draco was following. The spell
hit Draco by accident.” “Oh
god. What if that spell had hit you, Harry? And with those
Dementors…” Ron let the sentence hang. “No
matter now,” Harry said. “Besides I can cast blinded.
Albus insists that I practice casting relying only on sensory
perceptions. I just would have required someone to get me to the
pitch. I can feel Dementors. Nasty things. They freak me out.”
Harry gave a shudder. “Did you see them blow up?” Harry
asked Ron. “Totally
cool, man,” Ron said. “They just exploded into something
like dust.” “That
fucked me up when I saw it,” Seamus said. “Did
anybody notice the stands after you did that thing, Potter?”
Farley of Slytherin asked. “No,
but I can imagine. How much damage did I do?” Harry almost
winced. “You
burnt up the house flags on every stadium rise,” Seamus said. “Oh
shit. Madame Hooch is gonna kill me for that,” Harry said.
“I’ll go fix it. Damn.” “Fix
the goal posts while you’re at it,” Ron said. “You
fried them. They’re black now.” “Damn,
Harry,” Draco laughed. “It
was either that or have your soul sucked out your mouth,” Harry
said. “I can fix the pitch myself, but I can’t put your
soul back. Some things even I can’t do.” Harry laughed.
“If you’re okay, I need to go fix the pitch.” “Yeah,
I’m fine,” Draco said. “Thanks.” Harry nodded
and stood. “I’ll come with you. I want to see the
damage.” “I
think you sort of killed the grass on the pitch, too,” Ron
said. “It was sort of…well, dead.” “Oh,
man,” Harry complained on the way out with both teams. When the
teams left the hospital wing, Ron handed Draco his broom. “Ron,
did you get my broom, too?” “Um…Potter,
there’s some bad news,” Grodin of Slytherin said. “Your
broom was sort of…well, burnt.” “What?!”
Harry yelled. “My Firebolt? Oh shit!” Harry yelled. “Did
anyone get it?” “No,
we left it. Sorry,” Goyle said. “Hell
fire and damnation! Fucking Dementors!” Harry complained as he
upped the pace of walking toward the pitch and nobody dared say a
word. Everyone knew what Harry’s broom meant to him. “Dammit
to hell!” Harry complained the entire way to the pitch and
Harry broke into a run toward the lone broom that lay like some sad
memento to the day on the yellowing grass. Harry knelt to his broom
and winced. It wasn’t completely burnt, but it was charred
along the edges. Harry picked up the Firebolt gently as the teams
came around. “Can
you fix it?” Draco asked. “Yeah,”
Harry sighed. “But…I don’t know if it will ever be
the same. Dammit! I can’t fly without my Firebolt. Dammit!” “Good,”
Draco said with a wicked grin. Harry gave Draco one mean look. “You
are one evil son of a bitch. Did you know that?” Harry asked. “Yeah,
I knew that,” Draco said. “Hopefully, you’ll have
to use a school broom at the rematch.” “I
will never use a school broom,” Harry said. “The turns
are slow, the braking sucks, and they don’t go half as fast as
my Firebolt.” “That’s
the point,” Draco laughed. “But
I could still beat your ass even on a school broom,” Harry said
still assessing the damage to his broom. “Well, I guess I can
fix this later.” Harry stood with the broom and handed it to
Ron. “Hold this pathetic thing while I fix the pitch.”
Harry looked around as did the team members. Everything within the
blast radius was charred. “Oh hell. This is awful.” “You
did a bang up job, Potter,” Farley said laughing. “I
did, didn’t I?” Harry asked. “Okay.” Harry
walked a bit over toward one set of goal posts and flung up his hand
to clean away the charring black film that covered it. The goal was
sparkling gold in a few seconds. Harry did the same with the other
goal posts, which now gleamed in the sun. “Wow.
They look better than before,” Ron said. “Harry,
the stands may have structural damage. We need to check to see if any
of the wood posts were burnt,” Draco said. “Oh
shit. I forgot about that,” Harry said. “Well…um…I
guess I could just fix them all so we won’t have to go looking
for all the damage.” Draco nodded and Harry did the same. Every
one of the sixteen stadium rises had damage and Harry sighed long. “I
guess I have to start somewhere.” Harry walked to the first one
and fixed the house flags of tapestries that hung on the front and
sides. Then with a few more spells had fixed any structural damage
that may have been present. Both teams watched the casting of Harry’s
wandless magic. “This
will take all day,” Ron said. Harry put his hands on his hips. “I
could do it all at once,” Harry said turning to the teams. “But
you’d all have to get down again. I can’t send this spell
strength out if you don’t. And please stay down. I don’t
want to kill any of you.” “Fine.
We’ll get on the ground,” Seamus said. “Everyone
on the ground,” Draco commanded to his team who obeyed
immediately. “Is
this going to burn our brooms?” Goyle asked. “No,
stupid, he’s trying to fix the burns not make more,”
Draco said as he hit the ground. “We all down?” The team
mostly grunted their agreement. “Do it Harry.” “Don’t
say that to me,” Harry laughed as he went to the center of the
pitch. Harry shook out his hands by his sides and looked around for a
moment. “Stay down. Ready?” The team all lay down flat.
“Here I go.” With a deep breath, Harry made the sweeping
motions with his hands and yelled loudly forcing the magic with hard
waves from himself all around him over the pitch. A blinding blue
light a thunderous sound and the whoosh of wind that felt like a
miniature tornado swept the entire pitch. “Holy
shit!” Draco yelled from the ground. “Okay,
I’m done,” Harry came back over. “That was a lot
quicker.” “That
is some power, man,” Seamus said wide eyed from the ground.
“Look. The hair on my arm is standing up.” Everyone
noticed their own arms and it was the same reaction. Harry’s
wasn’t. “That
don’t affect you?” Goyle asked. “No,”
Harry said holding out his arm. “It came from me so it never
does.” “Feels
weird,” Ron said running a hand over his arm. “I didn’t
notice this on the first cast today with the Dementors.” “You
would have had it, but I suppose with all the excitement, you never
noticed,” Harry said. “I’ve
never seen casting like that,” Farley of Slytherin said.
Everyone turned to Harry. “And
you may never again,” Harry said. “I don’t do it
that much. Dumbledore has a fit.” “Harry,
you may have knocked out wards on the school, too,” Draco said. “Oh
fuck,” Harry said. “Well, I’m not fixing those now.
Dumbledore can do that.” “Hey,
Potter,” Goyle said. “You know. Thanks for that what you
did with Draco when you…did…whatever that was when you
sort of…disappeared or whatever.” Everyone froze at
those words. “Um…you’re
welcome,” Harry said unsure giving Draco a look. Draco looked
equally as surprised as anyone as his team headed toward the locker
rooms without another word. “Holy
hell, did you hear that?” Seamus asked quietly to the
Gryffindor team and Draco. “I
never expected that,” Harry said with raised eyebrows. “Goyle
is a bit protective of me,” Draco grinned and everyone laughed. “So
am I,” Harry said taking Draco’s hand on the pitch in
front of his team. Ron and Seamus knew but the others looked to each
other. “And before you all ask the answer is yes. Come on,
Draco.” Everyone set off in the direction of the locker rooms. “You
and Malfoy?” Hillen of the Gryffindors asked. “Something
like that,” Harry said. “You’re
like…together?” Barnes asked. “Something
like that,” Draco echoed. Harry laughed. “Did
you know this?” Goodin asked Ron. “Something
like that,” Ron said and the whole team laughed. “Holy
shit. I never would have thought that in a million years,”
Daily said. “You bringing Malfoy to the party in Gryffindor
Tower then?” “Absolutely,”
Harry said. “Should be interesting, don’t you think?” “I’m
not going to be lynched am I?” Draco asked. “Something
like that,” Seamus said and the team laughed again. “I
think everyone knows what Harry would do if that happened. Hell, I
know that none of the students will get within spitting distance of
him now,” Goodin said. “First
years won’t even speak to me,” Harry said. “Same
thing every year. They’re scared to death of me.” “Along
with most of the school,” Ron said. “You are kind of
unstable and mentally disturbed, you know.” “Shut
up before I send you a hex,” Harry said. “You
wouldn’t dare,” Ron said. Harry rounded on Ron and they
faced off bumping chests in that challenging way. “Yes,
I would,” Harry said. “If you piss me off, I’ll
kick your ass.” “Bring
it then pretty boy,” Ron said.
”You
think I’m pretty?” Harry asked sweetly with a smile. Ron
shoved Harry back and walked on. Harry laughed hard and followed. “Are
you flirting with my property, Weasel?” Draco asked. Ron
laughed. “You
can have him, Draco,” Ron said. “He’s a pest.” “Go
to hell,” Harry said as they reached the locker rooms and the
team entered. “Want to come in and watch me get naked?” “Sure,”
Draco said. “I’d love it. But I need to go change, too.”
A brief kiss was shared. “Meet me back out here.” Harry
nodded and Draco left. Harry entered the locker room where his team
was changing and Harry did the same. All the boys stripped off and
went into the showers. The hot water felt glorious on their muscles. “So
you’re giving it to Malfoy?” Daily asked. “As
often as possible,” Harry laughed with his team. “How
in the world did this come about? I thought you hated each other,”
Hillen asked. “One
night I was up on the Astronomy tower and he was there. We just had a
smoke and talked a bit,” Harry said. “I
think the team knows, Harry,” Seamus said. “Everybody
knows you do it.” “I
know that,” Harry said. “Draco and I were using dope
together that night and we just…sort of…got together
after that. I’m glad. I’m just crazy about him. Very odd,
but it’s all good.” “Holy
hell,” Goodin said. “Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Total
opposites in every way. I can’t see it.” “You
just saw it, stupid,” Ron said. “You should see them
kissing. That fucks with my head in a major way.” Ron rinsed
his soapy hair. “Draco
can do some amazing things,” Harry said. “And he’s
so damn funny…and very, very limber.” The whole team in
the shower laughed. “Some of you may know that already.”
Harry laughed to himself. “I know Seamus thinks he does.”
The whole team oohed Seamus. “I’m
not denying it,” Seamus said. “Although…I was sort
of drunk that night.” “What
exactly do you remember of that night, Seamus?” Harry asked.
“Draco told me a bit about drinking with you, Dodd, Kyle and
few others.” Harry ducked under the water to rinse his hair
quickly. “Not
much,” Seamus said. “We were drinking and we were all
drunk. I woke up in bed with Draco and Dodd.” “So
technically you have no idea if you had sex or not,” Harry said
looking at him. “Well,
actually, no. But we were naked when we woke up,” Seamus said. “So
you don’t know nothing,” Ron said. “What did Draco
say, Harry?” “Draco
said he never touched you Seamus,” Harry said. Seamus groaned
and the whole team laughed loudly at Seamus. “Did
he say that?” Seamus said. Harry shrugged. “Oh hell. Oh
well. It was a good dream while it lasted.” Harry laughed and
left the showers with a towel wrapped around him. All the boys came
to their lockers towel drying. Each began to dress. “Anybody
here ever been with Malfoy besides Harry?” Everyone shook their
heads. “Well, damn.” “You
have no idea what you’re missing,” Harry said. “Too
bad now, though.” “You
plan on keeping it then? All to yourself?” Goodin asked. “Hell
yes I do,” Harry said tugging on a fresh pair of jeans.
“For
how long?” Barnes asked. “You plan on hanging on to
Malfoy?” “Absolutely,”
Harry said. Ron turned to Harry and stood still. “What
do you mean?” Ron asked in a bit of a serious tone. The team
kept dressing but turned to hear the answer to the question. Harry
pulled on his very nice red button up shirt over the white tank
t-shirt he wore. “Don’t
know,” Harry said tucking his shirt into his jeans. “All
I know is I’ve never been happier with anybody. Draco and I
fight constantly. We insult each other, throw punches and that’s
okay with us. We hate each other. But in the same time, we love each
other. So…it’s fucked up and makes no sense whatsoever.
And it’s just the way we like it.” “Well,
there’s a good explanation,” Hillen said. “I
don’t know Malfoy all that much,” Barnes said. “That’s
because you’re only in third year,” Seamus said. “Holy
hell. The fights Harry and Draco have had over the years…damn.
It’s a wonder they didn’t kill each other.” “The
one thorn in Harry’s side all these years,” Ron said.
“And now…?” “But
isn’t Malfoy a…” Goodin started. The team stilled
and Harry turned to them. “Yeah,
he is,” Harry said. “He’s a Death Eater. Isn’t
that cool?” Harry wiggled his eyebrows and gave a wicked grin. “Not
so cool if he’s trying to kill you,” Dailey said. “He’s
not,” Harry said. “Well…” Harry stood in
thought for a moment. “He could though.” “He
wouldn’t do that,” Seamus said. “It’s obvious
Malfoy loves you, Harry. I’ve never seen him so…just…well…” “Yeah,
we really understood that,” Ron said sitting on the bench next
to Harry as they put on their socks and shoes. “Draco
is just fabulous,” Harry said. “I wish we’d never
fought all these years. But…in a way, I’m glad we did.
It makes life interesting for us now.” Harry grinned as he
dressed. “Oh god he’s incredible in bed. He can…”
Harry stopped when he was about to reveal Draco’s wandless
ability to the team. “Do stuff.” “Like
what?” Seamus asked sitting next to Harry who shut his locker. “Stuff
that you couldn’t possibly imagine,” Harry said.
“Oh…well, yes you can imagine it because I showed you in
the dorm the other day.” “You
had sex with Seamus?” Goodin asked. “Hell
no,” Harry said. “I was speaking about something else. Do
you remember what I gave you and told you it was only for Draco? He
can do that, too.” “Oh
wow,” Seamus eye’s lit up. “And
we can do that at the same time,” Harry grinned evilly. “So
fucking good it blows my mind every damn time.” “Whoa,”
Ron said eyes wide. “You both do that?” “Yeah,”
Harry said with a wide smile. “It’s great.” “And
you two are the only ones that can do that in the whole fucking
school?” Seamus said. “And you’re together. That’s
not fair to the rest of us.” “Too
bad,” Harry said. “He’s mine now. Sorry.” “Oh
fuck,” Seamus said punching the bench. Harry laughed. “I’d
like to have that thing again.” “What
thing are you talking about?” Hillen asked.
“Just
something I know how to do,” Harry said. “But I only give
that to my dragon now. So, you’re piss out of luck.” “What
are the Slytherins saying about you and Malfoy?” Dailey asked. “They
don’t know yet,” Harry said. “They know we sort of
hang out and use dope together, but they don’t know that we’re
together like we are. So, I’d appreciate it if you all could
sort of hold off about saying anything. There are other DEs in
Slytherin that might make trouble until Draco can let them know
something. And there’s Draco.” “Where?”
Seamus said just as the knock at the door came. “You smart ass.
Bring Malfoy in here, Donny.” Goodin walked over and ushered
Draco into the Gryffindor locker room. Draco went directly toward
Harry. “What
the hell takes you so long in here? I know it’s not your hair,”
Draco drawled and the entire team laughed. Draco was impeccably
dressed in fine black denim jeans and a black and white button up
shirt. Skin freshly washed and hair immaculate. “Damn
you’re beautiful,” Harry said looking him over. “You
never fail to amaze me with your complete grasp of the totally
obvious, Potty,” Draco said with that smile and a wink. “Draco,
would you show them that bendy thing you can do?” Harry asked. “What?”
Draco asked. “That
thing…where you flip over,” Harry said. “That is
so cool that you can do that.” “What?
Now? Here?” Draco asked. Harry nodded. “Why?” “It’s
cool and a total fucking turn on to me,” Harry said with a
grin. “Would you do it?” “Yeah,
I guess,” Draco said. Taking a look behind him to make sure it
was clear, Draco leaned straight back into a graceful arced backbend
and flipped over landing on his feet perfectly. “Oh
my god,” Seamus said. “That is fucked up!” “I’m
extremely flexible,” Draco said seductively. “Hell
yes you are,” Harry said with a groan. “Oh damn that is
so hot that you can do that.” “I
wonder if I can do that,” Barnes said. “Try
it,” Ron said.
“No
way, I’ll fall on my head,” Barnes said. “Can
anyone here do it?” Harry asked. The team all shook their
heads. Draco laughed. “You
all never even tried,” Draco said. “Come
here, you,” Harry pulled Draco over for a quick but deep kiss. “That
messes with my brain functions,” Dailey said of them kissing.
The kiss broke and Harry took Draco’s hand. “Ready
for lunch? You could come sit with me today for lunch if you want,”
Harry said.
“Draco,
did you tell any of the other Slyths you’re with Harry?”
Seamus asked. “Well,
several asked in the locker room just now,” Draco said. “What
did you say?” Ron asked. “I
told them that Harry and I are together,” Draco said. “What
could I say? The whole school saw him after the Dementor thing and my
team saw us together today. They’re all stupid, but not that
stupid.” “And
you’re okay with that?” Harry asked. “I
run my fucking house, Potty,” Draco said. “They don’t
question me or someone gets the blunt end of my wrath. It’s not
nice.” “I’ve
been on that end, and I can attest to that,” Harry said. “So
you’ll sit with me at lunch?” “Yeah,
why not,” Draco said. “Keep that creepy kid with camera
away from me. That boy is just not right.” “He
has a thing for Harry,” Barnes said. “Collin is in my
year.” “What
sort of thing does he have for you, Harry?” Draco asked with a
laugh. “He
has that Harry Potter complex,” Harry said. “Like the
whole fucking Wizarding world that harasses me because of this
thing.” Harry pointed at his scar with disgust. “Well,
being hit with an AK and not dying is something,” Dailey said.
“That’s
not the only AK I’ve had from Voldemort,” Harry said.
“I’ve had three, but only one that hit me. He sucks.”
Harry laughed as he pulled Draco out of the locker room with the team
surrounding them. “So,
Draco, you’re coming to the party tonight. I know you can
dance. I heard it from Rickey Stiles in Slytherin that you’re
the bomb,” Hillen said. “Yeah,
Draco is a great dancer,” Harry said. “I’ve seen
him dance before at a club in London.” “When
was that?” Barnes asked. “I
just did. Don’t worry about it,” Harry said. “Harry
can dance, too,” Draco said. “He’s actually better
than I thought he’d be.” “Oh
god, Harry, you have to tell Draco about that time at my house,”
Ron burst into laughter and Harry joined him. “Holy shit I
thought my mom was going to have a heart attack.” “What
happened?” Draco asked and the rest of the team was listening. “That
is embarrassing, Ron,” Harry said. “What
happened was Hermione and Ginny dressed Harry up for a costume party
at the Shultzes the last week before school started,” Ron said.
“Harry was in this dress, wig, makeup and all. Oh god it was
awful.” Draco laughed.
“Please
tell me you have pictures of this,” Draco said. “Oh
we do,” Ron said. Harry grinned. “You would never have
recognized him. Hermione made Harry wear women’s heels and
Harry could barely walk.” The team laughed again. “Anyway,
Ginny asked Harry how he would dance in the heels so Harry tried to
dance with Ginny in the kitchen. My mum was fixing dinner and had a
bowl of salad in her hands when Harry tripped and knocked her over
and she hit the floor hard. They both ended up with salad all over
both of them lying in the middle of the floor.” The whole team
was in fits of laughs. “Oh
god that is hilarious,” Draco laughed. “That
was an interesting evening,” Harry said. “Oh
yeah and at the party, Harry met up the these two guys and that one
girl, what was her name? Dana? And anyway they hung out. Harry then
proceeded to disappear for two days with them,” Ron said. “Mum
was so pissed at him that she wouldn’t let him leave the house
for the rest of the week.” “Where
did you go?” Draco asked. “Rome,”
Harry said.
“You
just fucking took off to Rome for two days without telling anyone?”
Dailey said. “Yeah.
Who do I need to tell? I have no parents,” Harry said. “What
about Albus?” Draco asked. “That’s…he…I
didn’t tell him,” Harry said. “I tell him as little
as possible to keep my ass out of trouble with him. You saw him the
other day with me when he hit me with that bitching lateral hex he
has. That shit hurts.” “Dumbledore
sent you a hex?” Barnes asked. “He
does it all the time,” Draco said. “Harry needs
discipline.” “Fuck
discipline,” Harry said. “Just please god whatever any of
you do, never hit him with a spell. Oh god you will regret it. He
casts as hard as I do and…it is not fun to be on the receiving
end of one of his spells. Whew! He nails me.” “You
asked for it though,” Ron said. “Damn, Harry. You trashed
the place.” “What
place?” Goodin asked. “Dumbledore’s
personal quarters,” Seamus said. “I was there. Harry went
on some tantrum and fucking blew up everything in the room. Glass
shattered everywhere and books…just everything was all over.
It was a mess.” “You
did that to Dumbledore’s room? Oh my god!” Dailey said.
“I bet he was pissed!” “No,
he wasn’t,” Draco said. “But Harry’s smart
mouth got him into trouble. That’s why he got blasted with a
hex from Albus. That hex threw you back about four feet into the
wall. I laughed my ass off at you.” “It
fucking hurt,” Harry said. “And I was pissed off.” “About
what? What did he do?” Goodin asked. “I
can’t say,” Harry said “But I was mad at the
moment.” “He
was a bit angry,” Ron said.
“A
bit angry?” Draco asked. “Harry
has thrown worse tantrums than that one,” Ron said. “That
wasn’t too bad compared to what I’ve seen before. Isn’t
that right, mister temper tantrum?” “I
guess,” Harry said. “I’m mentally unstable like
everyone says. It must be true.” “You
just like to fight,” Draco said. “You love to fight. You
like fighting more than I do.” “I
can’t help it,” Harry said. “Sometimes it feels
like it’s just me against the fucking world.” “Basically,
that’s true,” Ron said. “But you can handle it.” “One
vote of confidence hereby noted,” Harry said as they reached
the doors to the school. Harry opened the door for Draco and followed
him inside. All the Gryffindors and Draco went to the Gryffindor
table and sat down. The Slytherins noticed immediately. “Oh
look,” Seamus said. “The snakes are getting all worried.” “Don’t
worry about it,” Draco said. “They’ll be telling me
how great I am at seducing Harry to lead him to Voldemort or some
shit.” “Are
you?” Dailey teased. “Of
course,” Draco teased in return. “I’m using Harry
for that mind blowing sex and then I’ll turn him over to the
Dark Lord. That is what I’m supposed to do, isn’t it? Me?
Malfoy? The bad guy?” Harry laughed. “You’re
fucked up,” Harry said. The meal was enjoyable and the team was
discussing the game while Hermione drilled Harry for more information
on his spell casting. The doors of the Dining Hall darkened with four
Aurors and one Ministry official. “Oh no. Here it comes. They
always come after me.” “Yeah,”
Ron said as the five were walking up to the head table. “I can
tell by looking at this it’s not going to be pretty.” “Who
is the Ministry official?” Hermione asked. “I’ve
never seen that one.” “Me,
either,” Harry said looking the man over. “Draco, do you
know that man?” “No,
never seen him before,” Draco said. “Well,
I can sense one thing. He’s mad at Albus for some reason,”
Harry said still watching the man. Harry glanced at Albus who glanced
back quickly before standing and greeting the Aurors and the Ministry
official. “Wonder
what they’re saying?” Ron asked. “Don’t
know, but I think we all know what’s coming,” Harry said.
“Three, two one…” “Harry,
could you come up here please?” Albus asked. The Gryffindors
all turned to Harry. “Told
you,” Harry said. “I hope I’ll be right back.
Unless they try to haul my ass to prison, whereas it might be a bit
longer before I return.” Harry snorted a laugh as he stood and
walked to the front table. The whole hall was watching. “What
will they say to him?” Draco asked Hermione. “The
Ministry is always here after every incident involving Harry. Which
is pretty often,” Hermione said. “They always question
him regarding his spell casts. They’re just nosey like that
over Harry’s abilities. Albus refuses to let anyone know just
what all Harry is capable of and the Ministry is no exception.” “Potter,
I’m Marshall Halls of the Ministry of Magic,” Halls held
out his hand and Harry shook it. Albus was coming around the table
from the other side to speak with them all without the table being
between. “We’re here to discuss the incident today
regarding some Dementors and your casting?” “Yes,
sir,” Harry said. Albus came up beside him. They briefly gave
each other a grave look at sensing the same things. “There
is no doubt that the reason these supposed Dementors being here is
related to your presence here, Mister Potter,” Halls said in
his dry malicious voice. “That
is only speculation at this point,” Albus said. “There is
no concrete evidence to attest to that fact. Perhaps the Dementors
were on a stroll in our direction. With having so many students
gathered in one place, and with the excitement of the Quidditch
match, the joy present that the Dementors seek to absorb would seem
almost a feast to that large a group of Dementors, sir.” “We
are all aware of the nature of Dementor attacks, Dumbledore,”
Halls said in disdain. “There is no need to restate the
obviousness of that. But, Potter here has evidently done much work on
his casting and with an undocumented ability. Why wasn’t the
Ministry made aware of Potter’s abilities and testing results,
Albus?” “It
was my decision not to release the information on Harry’s
ability or levels for his own safety,” Albus said. “Would
it not be practical to keep such information undisclosed for
precautionary measures? If Harry’s ability were to be
recognized and fall into enemy hands the consequences could be
disastrous.” “That
was not your decision to make,” Halls said. “Harry is now
a ward of the Ministry.” “Harry
is my adopted child,” Albus said. “I have custody of him
and until he reaches legal age any decisions regarding him will
require my consent. I have the documentation to that affect if you
wish to view it.” “Your
legal adoption of Harry is irrelevant in this matter. Harry, as one
who possess such abilities, has been deemed as a article forty three,
section eighteen,” Halls said. Harry turned to Albus not
knowing that particular article. “And
when did the vote on such matters occur? I am a member of the
Wizangamot Court, sir,” Albus said. Harry could tell Albus was
becoming angry. “I have not missed any court sessions and the
decision to place Harry under that article would require a full court
vote.” “There
was no vote necessary,” Halls said. “Clearly Harry
demonstrated at least one undocumented ability today with witnesses,
and you as his guardian have attested to the fact of withholding
important information from the Ministry regarding this matter. Harry
will need to be in custody for the time being until the Ministry has
done testing and is satisfied with the results of such tests.” “You
will not remove Harry from these grounds, this school, or my
presence,” Albus said. “I am his adopted parent, his
guardian, the Headmaster of his school and am acutely aware of his
rights as well as my own. You do not have that authority.” “But
I do believe that I do,” Halls said pulling out a packet of
parchments. Harry glanced back at Draco with an expression that was a
mix of dread, apprehension and something akin to amusement. “Oh
shit,” Draco said to Hermione, Ron and the Gryffindor team.
“They want to take Harry with them. I just know it. I can tell
by the way he looked at me.” “Albus
won’t allow it,” Hermione said. “There is no way
Harry will leave Hogwarts if Albus can help it.” “But
what if he can’t?” Ron asked. “Albus is only
Harry’s legal guardian.” “No,
he’s not,” Draco said. “Albus adopted Harry.” “He
what?” Hermione asked in disbelief. “Oh
no,” Draco put his hand over his mouth. “I wasn’t
supposed to tell you that.” “Albus
adopted Harry?” Ron asked. “Holy shit. So…Albus is
like Harry’s dad. Whoa.” “How
cool,” Seamus said.
“Harry’s
going to kill me,” Draco said. “Oh shit. Oh my god.” “Don’t
worry about it, Draco,” Hermione said. “Harry will get
over it.” “Yeah,
after he has an angry fit,” Draco said. “If he hexes me
I’m dead meat. You know how hard Harry casts.” “Draco,
I’ve known Harry for years,” Ron said. “Believe me
when I tell you that Harry would cut off his own hand before he’d
hurt you in any way.” “Ron’s
right,” Hermione said. “When Harry decides to like a
person, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for them. But with
you, Draco, I’ve never seen Harry so happy.” “Me,
either,” Seamus said. The rest of the Gryffindors agreed. Draco
grinned and was touched by their words.
“But
he just might hex me,” Draco grinned. “He will be
pissed.” The table all watched the scene at the head table
although nobody could hear the exact words. “These
documents signed by the Minister of Magic himself state that Harold
James Potter will be removed from Hogwarts until that time is deemed
suitable for him to return to the school. It is believed that Harry
could be a danger to his classmates,” Halls said. “And
with having shown abilities that are, to the Ministry’s
knowledge, untested and undocumented, Harry will need to be placed in
the Ministry’s protective services division and held with the
charge of a misdemeanor underage crime of the use of such ability in
the presence of other underage persons.” “Under
section twelve, article nineteen paragraph forty of the Ministries
own guidelines regarding the treatment and disciplinary action
regarding underage wizardry, it states that no underage wizard would
be charged with the crime of using an unknown ability if no persons
were harmed or injured in any way and that the ability was used for
protective measures,” Albus stated. “Surely you would
consider Harry’s use of his ability to be just that. He single
handedly destroyed over three hundred Dementors to protect his fellow
classmates and teachers.” “But
the fact that Harry’s ability or abilities that he may yet
possess have not been documented by the Ministry is still relevant,”
Hall was becoming louder as his faced was turning that shade of red
and purple that Vernon used to turn when he was angry with Harry for
something. “And
in that matter, these parchments are null and void,” Albus
said. “Harry is my child and you cannot remove him to test him
at any facility without my written consent. I do not give it at this
time. I will, however, agree to have Harry tested with a Ministry
official present to determine Harry’s levels for the Ministry’s
inquiry. We will appoint a date in the near future to that effect.” “That
is unacceptable,” Halls spat. “Mister Potter will come
with us, Dumbledore. Today. That is the end of this. I have
documentation which allows me to take him.” Halls motioned to
the Aurors who came around to put Harry’s hands behind his back
and clasp his wrists in some type of cuffs. “Oh
shit,” Ron said. “They just cuffed him!” “For
what?” Draco asked. “He saves the school and now they’re
putting him in jail?” “Hold
on and let’s watch,” Hermione said. “You know Harry
has a way of getting out of things.” Harry stood shaking his
head slightly and turned toward his table and rolled his eyes at the
insanity of it all. Draco couldn’t help but give a soft laugh. “That
is hilarious. Harry Potter in handcuffs,” Draco said and then
gave a moment of thought. “What a total turn on.” Seamus,
Ron and Hermione gave Draco an odd look. “Well, it is…to
me anyway.” Draco told them and they all watched again. “You
will release Harry from these cuffs this instant, Mister Halls,”
Albus said calmly. “You have no right to bind him with Harry
being a minor.” “But
Harry has shown abilities which may be threatening to the arresting
officers,” Halls said. “Harry, can you remove yourself
from these cuffs?” Harry looked to Albus who nodded. Harry
brought his hands forward holding the cuffs up by a finger. “I
see.” Halls said. “Are you resistant to a level ten
binding?” Harry looked to Albus. “Yes,”
Albus answered. “What?”
Halls asked in disbelief. “Bind him with a level ten binding.”
The Aurors stepped back and Harry put his wrists together as they
flicked their wands and the bound took place. “Can you break
that binding?” Harry took a deep breath and squinted as he
pushed magic from his hands. Harry then raised his hands to show his
wrists free. Harry heard Draco laughing at the table and turned to
give him the look. “Are you resistant to all level ten spells?” “There
is one Harry isn’t resistant to,” Albus said. “And
what is that spell?” Halls asked. “The
killing curse,” Albus said. “If you could hit him which I
very seriously doubt.” Harry crossed his arms and stood
awaiting his fate. Halls looked almost terrified. “Very
well. Albus you will need to accompany Harry to the Ministry under
these guards,” Halls said. “I
have already made myself quite clear on that matter, sir,”
Albus said. “Neither Harry or myself will be leaving Hogwarts
today with you. I suggest you take this fine squad back to the
Ministry and only return when you have proper cause and valid legal
documentation.” Halls was seething mad and he stepped quickly
forward toward Albus. Harry moved between them and locked gazes with
Halls. “You
will make no aggressive moves toward my father,” Harry growled
lowly with anger evident in his flaming emerald green eyes. Halls
quickly backed off several steps and Harry moved slowly from Albus’
view of the man. “Mister
Halls, I’m sure Harry would be delighted to see you out,”
Albus said. Harry grinned evilly toward the man and the four Aurors.
Hall straightened up and Harry followed them halfway down the center
aisle until they walked from the Dining Hall. Harry turned to face
Albus. “Very interesting.” Albus told Harry who nodded
his agreement. “You may sit.” Harry turned to his table
and gave that crooked grin as he walked over. “What
in hell was that all about?” Ron asked. “They
wanted to take me to the Ministry, but they didn’t have any way
to keep me bound and under their own control,” Harry said as he
sat. “So they decided to leave me here. And Draco, next time
I’m about to go to prison, could you please stop laughing? I
almost started laughing with you and that could have been bad.” “I
couldn’t help it,” Draco sad with another laugh. “If
you had seen your face, oh my god, Harry. It was hilarious.” “Are
they coming back?” Hermione asked. “Oh
I’m sure they will,” Harry said. “You know how they
are. They want me at the Ministry so bad they can’t stand it.
Fuck them. I’m not going back there again and if somehow I do
end up there I’ll make what we did in fifth year look like
nothing. I’ll take that whole damn building down. I hate those
fuckers.” “Then
you’d go to Azkaban, stupid,” Dean said. “They
can’t hold me in Azkaban,” Harry said with a laugh. “What
a joke. I’d be out of there in two minutes.” “Why
did they want to take you anyway?” Hermione asked.
“Casting
with unknown and undocumented abilities unregistered with the
Ministry,” Harry said. “I’m charged again with
another crime.” “Oh
good. That makes thirty three crimes now that you’ve been
charged with,” Ron said. “Is
it? How nice,” Harry said. “And never in custody either.
I’m just damn good.” Harry laughed again with his table.
“What a nightmare.” “This
has been a very interesting day,” Draco said. “Our match,
I went blind, you killed about three hundred fucking Dementors and
almost got sent to prison all in one day.” “Normal
day for me,” Harry said with a grin. “And the scary part
is that it’s just after lunch. The day’s only half over.”
The whole table laughed with Harry at that statement. “Come on,
Draco. Let’s go have a smoke and calm my ass down before I hurt
somebody.” Harry and Draco stood. Ron and Hermione joined them.
They walked toward the Dining Hall doors. “Harry,”
Albus called. Harry looked back to him. “You’ll need to
repair the Quidditch pitch at your convenience.” “I
have repaired it already, sir,” Harry said. “Very
good, you may go,” Albus nodded. Harry returned the nod before
the four headed out the door to outside. They all sat on the steps
and Draco handed Harry a cigarette. Harry waved up a flame and they
lit the smokes. “What
time is that party in your common room?” Draco asked Ron. “Seven
tonight,” Ron said. “There will be butterbeer, some
alcohol and probably a buffet of sweets and junk like normal after
the game.”
“Yes,
celebratory over the inevitable win,” Draco said. “You
should have taken that Snitch, Harry.” “Did
you catch it for real?” Ron asked Harry. “No,”
Harry lied. “He’s
lying. He caught it,” Draco said. “Stupid fucker.” “I
knew you did,” Ron said. “I saw you reach out and get it
on your descent with Draco.” “You
caught it when I was on your broom with you?” Draco asked. “Yeah,
sort of,” Harry said. “It was right there so I just…stuck
it in my pocket. I had other things to do at the time. Don’t
worry about it. We’ll play again. You and me. One more time.
Doesn’t that sound fun?” “Yeah,
it does,” Draco said. “Thank you.” Harry took
Draco’s hand. “I
didn’t want anything to ruin our last game together,”
Harry said. “It’s special to me and I wanted it to be a
good game. Oh, and by the way, I didn’t add the summoning
charms to the snitch today. I wanted to see if you’d notice.”
Harry laughed. “You
little shit,” Draco said. “I could have summoned it all
that time. Dammit. I wish I’d tried that.” “But
you didn’t,” Harry grinned. “I knew you wouldn’t.” “Did
you summon it?” Draco asked. “No,
it was right there when I was taking you to the pitch, so…I
just…got it,” Harry said. “Nobody saw it I don’t
think but you, Ron.” “I
saw it through the omnioculars,” Hermione said. “I have
it on replay.” Hermione pulled the tiny omnioculars from her
pocket and handed them to Harry who handed them to Draco. Draco
re-watched the play and saw it clearly. “Damn
you,” Draco said. “You make it look so easy. Harry,
you’re just a natural seeker.” Draco continued to watch
and Hermione had recorded the casting with the Dementors and
afterward where Harry ran to Draco and hold his face looking into his
blinded eyes. Harry had put his arm around Draco and worry showed all
over his face. Draco smiled genuinely and was touched by Harry’s
comforting of him at that time. “Harry, you’re so sweet,
baby.” Draco handed Ron the omnioculars. Draco gave Harry a
deep loving kiss on the steps of the school. “ I love you.” “And
I love you,” Harry said.
“How
sweet,” Hermione said watching the scene with softened eyes.
“That was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. Wasn’t
that nice, Ron?” “Yeah,
whatever,” Ron said as he watched through the omnioculars at
the Quidditch game. “Hey, there’s me. Cool.”
Hermione looked at Harry and Draco and rolled her eyes at Ron’s
complete obliviousness. “His
lack of any romantic skills is just frightening,” Hermione
said. Draco and Harry laughed hard. “I
got romantic stuff,” Ron said. “Whatever
you say, honey,” Hermione said in disgust. “I
do,” Ron said sitting on the steps with the others and putting
his arm around Hermione. “You want me more romantic? I can do
that.” “I
would love it,” Hermione said sweetly. “Oh
lord,” Harry said. “Ron, do you remember what you wanted
to get Hermione for her birthday?” “Don’t
bring that up, man,” Ron said. “What
did want to get me? I’m almost afraid,” Hermione said. “He
wanted to get you perfume,” Harry said. “That’s
a nice gift,” Draco said. “Not
for Hermione,” Harry said. “She hates perfume and besides
she’s allergic to it.” “You’re
allergic to it?” Ron asked. “Yes,
Ron. I’ve told you that a thousand times,” Hermione said.
“I’m glad Harry was paying attention.” “So
what did you finally get her?” Draco asked. “A
gift certificate to Hollingsworth Books and I took her to a
candlelight dinner at Farringale’s,” Ron said. “That
was your idea wasn’t it?” Draco asked Harry. “Absolutely
not,” Harry said. “It
was,” Ron said. “I’m terrible with gifts. Harry is
much better at picking gifts than me. He practically does my
Christmas shopping, too.” “Do
you do that?” Draco teased. “No,”
Harry lied. “Oh
god you are such a liar,” Hermione said. “I know you have
picked out every gift Ron has ever bought me.” “And
paid for most of it,” Ron said. “Ron,”
Harry scolded. “I did not. We worked that out. And…just
don’t…I don’t want to get into all that.”
Harry flipped the cigarette butt out and vanished it. “How
wealthy are you, Harry?” Draco asked. “I
have enough,” Harry said. “He’s
loaded,” Ron said. “I’ve seen your vaults at
Gringott’s.” “I’m
okay,” Harry said. “No,
really. I want to know,” Draco asked. “Why?
You’re rich enough,” Harry asked with a laugh. “Besides,
I honestly don’t know how much there is in there. Albus keeps
up with my accounts. All except one.” “I
see,” Draco said understanding it was the one with Harry’s
secret pay from his thief jobs in it. “So you have no idea?
None at all?” “I
sort of have an idea, but not…not exact by any means,”
Harry said quietly. “Tell
me then,” Draco asked. “Why
are you so interested in this?” Harry asked. “You’re
much more wealthy than me, I guess.” “You
guess?” Ron asked now interested. “Surely you don’t
have as much in your accounts as the Malfoys.” “I
wouldn’t know,” Harry said. “I don’t have
Draco’s bank statement, Ron.” “I
could get it for you,” Draco said. “I have probably close
to…” Draco thought for a moment in head. “Eighteen
million I’d guess.” “Good
for you,” Harry grinned. “So
tell me yours,” Draco said. “And include the private
account.” “Probably
close to what you have,” Harry said. “About sixteen five
or so.” “You
have sixteen million galleons?” Hermione asked. “The
last time I checked, yes,” Harry said. “That was last
year.” “So
that doesn’t include interest and most recent deposits,”
Draco said. “No,
it doesn’t and stop being nosey,” Harry said. “And
you’ve had at least twenty high galleon deposits since then,”
Draco said. “From
what?” Hermione asked. Harry gave Draco a look. “From
other outside interests,” Harry said. “Do
you own holdings and property?” Draco asked. “Why
are you asking me all this? Are you planning to kill me off and take
my shit?” Harry asked with a laugh. “Well,
I considered it, but I decided against it,” Draco said. “Do
you have them?” “Yes,
I have property and yes I have holdings,” Harry said. “Those
were designed by my parents and Albus keeps up with all of it for me.
So…just drop it. Damn. I feel like I’m being
interrogated.” “You
are, honey,” Draco said sweetly. “I
never knew you had that much, Harry,” Ron said. “Well,
I never think about it,” Harry said. “I need very little
while living here at the school for years. But one day I plan to…do
things. Travel or…whatever.” “Me,
too,” Draco said. “Where have you been?” “Nowhere.
That’s why I plan to do it,” Harry said. “I’ve
been to Rome and Venice.” “When
did you go to Venice?” Hermione asked. “Recently,”
Harry said. “I went alone. I may go back again. I’m not
sure. It was…well, it was…um…on business. And
don’t ask because I can’t say anything about it. Do you
want to go back to the room for a while?” Harry asked Draco. “I’d
love it,” Draco said. “I’ll get you naked.” “Oh
god,” Ron said. “Ron,
damn. They do have sex. Get over it,” Hermione said. “Besides,
that doesn’t sound like a bad idea. Ron, you want to get
naked?” “Hell
yeah,” Ron said. “Leave Harry.” “Fine
with me,” Harry said standing with Draco in tow. “Have
fun.” Harry kept Draco’s hand in the hallway all the way
to their room. They entered and sat on the crates. They each began to
prepare the drug. “I’d like to see them having sex. That
would be interesting I think. Ron doesn’t seem like…I
don’t know how to explain it. It’s difficult for me to
imagine he and Hermione having sex.” “Have
you seen Hermione naked?” Draco asked. “Yeah,
once,” Harry said. “I was staying with the Weasleys for
the last two weeks before school term started. Herm stays those two
weeks, too, and I opened the bathroom door and she’d just
gotten out of the shower. She’s got a nice body.” “So
when you entered that bathroom, did she do the bashful schoolgirl
thing and cover up quickly?” Draco asked. “No,
she didn’t,” Harry said. “Actually, I closed the
door and took a piss while she dried off and dressed.” Harry
laughed. “It’s just that way between me and Herm. Hell,
she’s seen me naked plenty of times. I don’t give a shit
and neither does she. We’ll always just be friends and that’s
the way it is.” “So
you’ve never had sex with her?” Draco asked. “Hell
no,” Harry said. “She’s like my sister. Ron’s
like a brother.” “So
they’re doing that incest thing,” Draco laughed as he
wrapped up his arm with the band, injected and took the drug. Harry
did the same and they relaxed for a moment with the dosages. “That
is good shit, Harry. And we’re detoxing tomorrow.” “Don’t
remind me,” Harry said. “I do want off this shit.” “I
agree totally,” Draco said. “We never get high enough
anyway on it anymore.” “I
wonder what that new lotuscel is like. Want to try it out?”
Harry asked. “Yeah,
let’s do that,” Draco said. “We’ll
take this lotuscel and then go to London to drop it off and come back
to the party,” Harry said. “Okay?” “Sounds
like a plan,” Draco agreed. Harry picked up one bag and took a
vial of the purple smokey swirls. “Who first?” “I
will,” Harry said. The vial was popped open. “But I’m
lying on the bed first.” Draco joined Harry on the bed before
each took a large inhale of the vial and flopped back on the pillows.
“Holy shit oh my god yes.” “This
is like flying,” Draco said with his eyes closed. The next
thing Draco knew Harry had raised his shirt and was sucking on a
nipple. “Oh yeah…that feels so damn good…”
Draco put his fingers through Harry’s hair and urged him on.
Harry slid over to lie on Draco’s body and began to move his
hands over Draco’s chest and stomach while he kissed it and
placed tiny circles with his tongue. “I
am so fucked up,” Harry said lazily onto Draco’s abdomen
before he began kissing it again. “So
am I,” Draco breathed. Neither was coherent, but Harry unzipped
Draco’s jeans and pulled out his cock. “Oh fuck
yes…ohhhhh yeah…” Harry’s tongue felt like
molten lava on Draco’s throbbing dick. Harry traced the shaft
with his tongue several times before slipping the whole length into
his mouth and down his throat. “Hell yeah…oh fuck…do
it, baby…suck me…oh fuck…” Draco gasped
and tried not to buck his hips into the hot depth of Harry’s
throat but he could barely maintain control. “Harry…can
I be rough with you?” Harry pulled all the way up. “Do
it. I love it rough sometimes,” Harry said quickly in his
intoxicated aroused way before he slid his mouth and throat over the
hard erection time and time again. Draco fisted his hands in Harry’s
hair and bucked up into his mouth while pulling Harry’s head
forcefully down onto himself.
“Oh
yeah…take that…ummm, Harry, baby that’s good…oh
yeah…” Draco was growling and panting with need after a
bit longer of the roughness that he wanted at fucking Harry’s
hot throat. Harry was totally turned on with Draco’s rough side
and his own erection reacted with pulsing of it’s own. “You
like me fucking your mouth, don’t you? You love it…oh
yeah…do it, baby…make me come…” The harder
Draco gripped and pulled Harry down onto himself, the hotter Harry
got. Draco was pumping hard into the depths of Harry’s throat
when Harry tugged hard on Draco’s jeans to pull them down
further for more access. “So good…yeah do that…oh
fuck!” Harry cupped and massaged Draco’s testicles before
sliding in a finger into Draco’s ass. The finger fucking was
driving Draco wild during their high. Harry added another finger and
began to push deep into Draco’s tight hole. Draco could feel
his groin began to tighten and Harry started to hit Draco’s
prostate giving even more pleasure. “Oh fuck…oh god
yes…I’m close, Harry…I’m going to come…”
Draco’s breathing was ragged and he was panting hard but he
kept pushing Harry’s head down onto him harder and thrusting
upward harder. “Oh yeah…here it comes…oh fuck….”
When Draco’s orgasm first hit, Harry pushed up on Draco’s
prostate and sent tingling magical waves up hard through it making
Draco jerk with a scream of pleasure. Draco’s hot semen jetted
down Harry’s contracting throat and just when Draco had begun
to come down from that blissful orgasm, Harry pushed up again on
Draco’s prostate with another magical wave making Draco jerk
and scream again shooting another load of the hot liquid from his
cock. “Holy fucking hell…Harry oh fuck…please…oh
god!” After that second orgasm was settling and Harry’s
throat was still being fucked with Draco’s cock, Harry pushed
hard one more time on Draco’s sensitive spot sending another
hard wave of the tingling magic up through it and out his cock with
another small shot of come. “Harry! Harry oh god! Please…please
no more…oh fuck! You’re killing me! Holy shit! Oh god…oh
god…oh god…” Harry slowly pulled up from Draco’s
cock and slipped his fingers from Draco’s body. Draco was in a
puddle of shivers and speechless. “How
was that, my little multi orgasmic angel?” Harry said coming up
to lie on Draco again. Draco was incoherent for words at the moment
and Harry kissed Draco’s cheek down to his neck to whisper in
his ear. “I think I’ll do that to you again.” “No…please
no…Harry, no…” Draco breathed in pleading. “Yes,”
Harry whispered. “I think you can come three more times for
me.” “Harry…”
Draco whimpered. “I…I can’t.” “Yes,
you can my dragon,” Harry licked Draco’s ear lobe. “I’m
pushing you to the limit. So hold on.” Harry kissed down over
Draco’s chest again over Draco’s tight stomach to take
Draco’s semi-erect cock into his mouth again.
“Harry…no
more, please…” Draco begged but the sucking felt so damn
good. “Oh god…oh god…” Draco didn’t
know if he was crying or not but the tingling and sucking through his
body felt like liquid fire in his veins. After Harry had sucked Draco
again to a throbbing hardness, Draco was writhing on the bed with too
much pleasure to take. His mind was reeling with a high so intense it
almost consumed him. Harry never relented on the sucking. For what
seemed like an hour of sucking, Draco began to pant hard and Harry
knew another orgasm was on the way. Harry slipped a finger inside
Draco’s tight ass and began to push deeper inside him than
before. “Fuck…oh fuck…please Harry…oh god
please…please…oh god…” Draco was begging
for more or begging to stop and he didn’t know which. Harry
added the other finger and the massage on Draco’s prostate
began again during the hard thrusts onto Draco’s cock. Harry
put Draco’s hand on the back of his raven hair and Draco fisted
his fingers through it and began to pump hard into Harry’s
mouth again. “Harry…Harry, please…oh god…I’m
going to come…yeah…oh fuck…here it
comes….aaaahhhhh!” Draco screamed when Harry pushed up
on his prostate again with the hard tingling wave of magic. “No
more! Please! Oh god…Harry, no!” Draco begged but Harry
never stopped the sweetest torture. Two more times Harry proceeded to
push those hard magical orgasmic waves up through Draco’s
prostate and each time was rewarded with another small shot of
Draco’s hot salty fluid and a scream. After the last time,
Harry pulled his fingers from Draco’s limp body and his mouth
from Draco’s now used and limp dick. Harry crawled up to lie on
Draco again. “Again?”
Harry asked with a grin. “Hell
no!” Draco whimpered with tears. “Please, Harry. No
more…please, I’m not joking. I can’t do that
again. Please?” “Okay,”
Harry said. Draco sighed in relief. “I’ll wait a few
minutes.” “No,”
Draco cried almost for real. “No, Harry, please…oh
god…I…” “I
won’t. I promise,” Harry said. Draco wrapped his arms
around Harry and held him tightly. “Thank
you, oh god thank you,” Draco said. “Are
you thanking me for the pleasure or thanking me that I won’t do
it again?” Harry asked with a soft laugh. “Both,”
Draco laughed. “Oh god that was
fucking-oh-my-god-I’ll-never-be-the-same incredible. Harry…oh
Harry…” “I’m
so glad you enjoyed that,” Harry said. “I’m hard as
a rock.” “Let
me do you?” Draco asked. “No,”
Harry said. “I want you to lie here and enjoy that sleepy high
after six orgasms.” “Oh
shit. Six orgasms,” Draco said softly. “I’ve
never…never had that before. I’ve never even had two in
a row.” “Well
now you have,” Harry said. “Have
you?” Draco asked. “Three
by myself,” Harry laughed. “But never with someone
assisting. I learned to do that with myself. Cool, huh?” “Oh
god yes,” Draco said. “That should be an unforgivable.”
They both laughed. “Harry, let me get you off. What do you
want? Let me do it.” “No,
I want you to enjoy that feeling,” Harry said. “I love
that just-after feeling. I know you do, too.” “But
I want to get you off,” Draco said. “Be inside me. Come
on. Fuck me. Please?” “You
want me to?” Harry asked. “Don’t worry about me. Is
that what you want?” “Yes,
it’s what I want. Come on. I’m ready now,” Draco
wiggled his hips. “I like being sucked off but…with you
I want it all. Do me.” Draco rubbed his palm over Harry’s
erection through his jeans. “You are almost ready to come right
now.” “I
am,” Harry admitted. “I’m trying to calm a bit. But
doing that to you gets me off so bad. I love it. I could do it again
I swear.” “Oh
fuck no,” Draco said shaking his head. “I won’t be
able to come for a week after that.” “Sure
you will,” Harry said. “Want me to prove it right now?” “No!
Oh hell no,” Draco said. “Please god, don’t even
touch my dick right now.” Harry laughed a bit. “Harry,
come on…please fuck me…I need you…come
on…hurry…” “Are
you impatient?” Harry asked but never moving. “Yes,
I am,” Draco was almost writhing with want. “I need to
feel you in me…I’ll just die if I can feel it…come
on, Harry, please…” “I
like it when you beg me,” Harry said in his sexy voice. “I’m
begging you…please, oh god…fuck me…fuck me
now…come on,” Draco pleaded with his expressions. “Get
inside me before I scream of wanting you…” Harry held
out his hand and summoned for a condom. None came. “I don’t
care. We don’t need it. Just do it…” “Without
a condom?” Harry asked. “Are you sure?” “Yes,
for Merlin’s sake I’m sure, just do it,” Draco
said. “You don’t even have to use the lube if you don’t
want to.” “I
don’t want to hurt you,” Harry said. “Dry fucking
can hurt.” “I
want it to hurt,” Draco growled through gritted teeth. “Hurt
me…come on. Do it rough. I want it.” “Fine.
How rough do you want it?” Harry asked. “As
rough as you can dish it,” Draco said. “But I bruise
easy.” Harry laughed a bit. “I’ll
be gently rough, how about that?” Harry said. “Turn
over.” Harry slid off the bed to remove Draco’s shoes
quickly and tugged his jeans off roughly. Draco loved it. “Oh
yeah. Be rough with me,” Draco said. “Whatever you want.
Do it.” Harry shrugged off his own jeans and button up shirt
before climbing up on the bed and pulling Draco up on his knees to
remove his shirt as well. Harry shoved Draco down again on all fours
before moving between his legs and rearing back to slap Draco’s
ass with a pop. “Oh fuck!” Draco screamed. Harry pulled a
handful of Draco’s hair back with a jerk. “You
don’t speak until I tell you to,” Harry said. “Do
you understand?” “Yes,”
Draco said. Harry smacked Draco’s ass again hard and he jerked. “I
didn’t give you permission to answer,” Harry said. “Now.
Tell me.” Harry never let go of the handful of hair he had
pulling Draco’s head back hard, but with the other hand Harry
moved the head of his throbbing cock over Draco’s tight hole.
“Do you want that? Do you want me fucking you hard? Answer me.” “Yes,
please…please fuck me hard,” Draco’s eyes were
squeezed shut. Harry slapped Draco’s read ass cheek again and
he whimpered with the sting on his skin. “You
didn’t call me master,” Harry said. “You little
slut. Tell me what a little whore you are.” “I’m
a fucking whore for you. And I need you to fuck me, master,”
Draco couldn’t hold in the grin. “Please.” “Very
good,” Harry said before he slapped Draco’s ass hard
again with a pop. The blood red handprints would definitely bruise.
“But not good enough.” Harry spit on his hand and rubbed
the wetness on the head of his own cock and then teased Draco’s
tight pucker with the head. Draco tried to move back onto Harry’s
cock when another hard smack to his ass stopped him. “I didn’t
tell you to move. You will get fucked when I say you will.” “Please,
oh god, I need you to fuck me, Harry,” Draco was begging for
real with his desire and need to be taken and filled by his lover.
“Master, I’m sorry. Please for forgive me. Fuck me if you
will.” “Much
better, my little slut,” Harry said. “Are you ready for
me now? I’ll split you open with this.” Harry moved the
head of his cock over the tight hole. “And when you scream, I
want you to scream your own name. Do you understand?” “Yes,
master,” Draco said. Harry let go of Draco’s hair and
Draco lowered his head and noticed his own erection began to grow
again. “Oh fuck no.” Harry gave another hard smack. “Ah!”
Draco called out at the sting on his bruised skin. “Are
you ready to call your name? Because I’m ready to fuck you
until you can’t breathe,” Harry said. Every nerve ending
of Draco’s was on end as he nodded hard afraid to speak. Harry
laughed evilly and spread Draco’s ass cheeks wide before aiming
at the hole. “I’m giving it all to you at once, so hold
on, bitch.” Draco was trying to relax, but the over stimulation
of his body had his muscles trembling. “Take this. Take it all,
baby.” Harry pushed himself all the way forward in one thrust
burying himself in the hottest depth of Draco’s tight hole. “Draco!”
Draco shouted at the searing pain that quickly turned into the most
intense pleasure. Harry smiled widely at hearing Draco call his own
name. Harry gripped Draco’s hips tightly and began a circular
movement with his hips driving in and out of Draco’s ass in
slow and long even strokes hitting that joy spot repeatedly. Draco
was weak at having so much intense pleasure in such a short time and
he moaned with heavy breaths. “Tell
me how it feels,” Harry said. “Oh
fuck yes…oh god you’re so good…you fill my ass up
with that hard cock,” Draco said. “Please, master, don’t
stop…” “Oh
yeah…you’re so tight, baby…I could fuck you all
night,” Harry said closing his eyes at being inside the one he
loved. “You want me to fuck you all night?” “Whatever
you wish, master,” Draco said. “Very
good, my little pet,” Harry said. “You obey well. I think
I’ll reward you for that.” Harry reached down with his
finger and slipped it also into Draco’s tight hole along with
his cock. “Fuck!”
Draco yelled at the invasion of his ass of Harry’s finger.
Harry kept fucking the tightness but with his finger rubbed Draco’s
prostate again and sent little tingles through it that pulsed all the
way down Draco’s cock. “Oh fuck…oh fuck, Harry….oh
god…please…please….” “You
want me to fuck you harder, baby? Is that what you want? Then beg me
for it, bitch,” Harry said. “Please,
master, fuck me hard…give me all of you…take me the way
you want me,” Draco begged. “Just please fuck me hard…” “I’ll
shove this cock so deep in you that you’ll scream again and
when I do, you call your name,” Harry said. Draco nodded. Harry
gripped both hips and with a hard shove he sank his considerable size
into Draco fully feeling depths he’d never reached. “Draco!”
Draco yelled screwing his eyes shut. Harry loved it and that smile on
his face proved it. “You
want me to fill you up with this hot come, baby?” Harry asked
as he kept pounding into his lover’s hot hole. “Yes…yes…yes…”
Draco could hardly take any more. Harry began to growl and pant to
signal his own approaching orgasm. “I
want you to stroke that cock for me,” Harry said. “But
I’m not going to come until you do.” Draco almost
panicked. “Harry,
please…” Draco begged. Harry slapped Draco’s ass
hard again. “Fuck! I can’t…I can’t do it…”
Harry slapped Draco’s ass again hard with a pop. “You
will do it,” Harry said. “Do it now!” Harry slowed
to a bearable pace to maintain himself as Draco began to frantically
pump his own cock. “Oh yeah…do that, baby…stroke
it hard and fast like you like it…that’s so damn good…oh
yeah…work it…” “Oh
god…oh god…” Draco begged his body for the
release that was on the way. Harry kept up the slow rhythmic fucking
into his body and Draco kept up the stroking for what seemed like an
eternity. “Oh god…yeah…I’m close, Harry…oh
god…” Harry slipped his finger inside Draco again to rub
his prostate. “Oh fuck no…please, god no…I can’t
take it, Harry…oh shit…” “You
can take it and you will take it,” Harry said. “Come on,
my dragon, stroke your cock for me and let me hear you scream when
you come…you know what I want to hear…make it good for
me, baby…” Harry slid his fingernails up Draco’s
back to grip his shoulder tightly and began to pull Draco back harder
impaling him on his cock. “Oh yeah…so deep in you,
baby…” Harry massaged Draco’s sensitive nub with
his finger and Draco jerked and began to pant hard. “I’m
ready…oh god…yeah…here it comes, baby…oh
god…” Draco grunted several times until the liquid began
to rise and shoot forth. “Draco!” Draco screamed when
Harry sent those magic tingles into Draco’s prostate as he
fucked Draco hard and fast. “Oh
yeah…I’m going to fill you up…are you ready?”
Harry asked as he removed his finger and held on to Draco with both
hands pulling him harder back each time to bury his cock into Draco’s
ass deep with several hard thrusts. “Oh yeah…oh
yeah…here it comes, baby…take it all…aaaahhhhh!”
Harry yelled with a final thrust forward. The hot shot of Harry’s
come inside him made Draco whimper and tremble all over. Harry moved
in and out of the lubricated hole several more times while they
relaxed a bit. Each was covered in sweat and was overly sated with
exhaustion. After the orgasmic shaking had subsided, Harry drew his
cock from Draco’s sloppy wetness. With a quick flick of his
wrist and finger, Harry cleaned up his cock and had removed the
remnants from Draco’s body. Each flopped onto the bed unmoving
except for their heavy breathing. “Harry,”
Draco whispered with his eyes closed. “Draco,”
Harry whispered in return and then turned to face Draco who lay
sprawled out on his stomach. “What is it, baby?” “I…I
can’t move,” Draco grinned and half opened his eyes. “Then
don’t move,” Harry said running his fingers through
Draco’s hair. “Just relax and enjoy.” “Okay,”
Draco said before he closed his eyes and drifted off into a deep and
peaceful sleep as Harry rubbed his hair and relaxed him further.
Several hours later, Draco woke to find an empty bed. “Harry?”
Draco called into the room. “Harry?” Draco yelled
thinking Harry may have been in the bathroom. Draco moved from the
bed and noticed no soreness. Harry had given him a healing spell.
Draco grinned at Harry’s kindness to him. Also the bruise which
would have been on his ass cheek was also gone. Draco saw a small
note on the crate. D- Gone
to deliver. Back about seven. H- Draco
knew Harry had gone to London without him. Draco checked his watch.
It was fifteen minutes until seven already. Draco had slept for
almost three hours. The small neat pile of clothing on the other
crate caught Draco’s attention. His own clothing Harry, no
doubt, had the house elves deliver. Draco laughed at the choice of
clothing, but took it to the bathroom and ran a hot bubble bath and
was soaking quite nicely when Harry came in. “Draco?”
Harry called. “In
here,” Draco gave the return. Harry came in to see Draco
relaxed in the tub. “You left me here, you shit.” “You
were sleeping so soundly I didn’t want to wake you,”
Harry said. “I left you a note.” “I
saw it,” Draco said leaning back in the tub. “Care to
join me?” “I’d
love to,” Harry began stripping off his clothing and slipped
into the hot water. “This is still hot.” “I
just got in a few minutes ago. I’ve only been awake for a
quarter hour,” Draco said. “You
had a long nice nap then,” Harry said. “Did
you sleep at all?” Draco asked. “No.
I watched you,” Harry said pulling Draco closer to him. “And
I enjoyed it immensely.” “You
just watched me sleep?” Draco asked. “Why did you do
that?” Draco was washing Harry’s shoulders and chest with
soap. “Because
I love you and I like to look at you,” Harry said. “You’re
beautiful to me and I feast on your loveliness.” “You
were a wild man with that…what you did,” Draco laughed. “You
make me crazy,” Harry said. “I couldn’t help it.
You said you wanted it rough, so I gave it. I loved it. You’ll
have to do me next.” “Oh,
I plan on it,” Draco said. “I
think I’m afraid now,” Harry laughed. “You
should be,” Draco grinned. “Thank you for the healing
spells.” “I
knew you’d be sore after that,” Harry said taking the
soap and washing Draco slowly. A knock at the door sounded. “I’m
not getting out of this tub. So fuck it.” “It’s
probably Kendra again,” Draco said. “She came here this
morning and I hooked her up with a shot and sent her on her way. We
didn’t do anything sexual.” “If
you wanted to have sex with someone else, you could,” Harry
said. “I’m not, but…if you wanted to, you could.” “Why
in hell would I want anything more than what you give me? I have
never been so satisfied in my life,” Draco said. “You’re
all I want. Ever. Nothing will ever compare to you, Harry. I’d
be a fool to think that anything could possibly be better than what
we have.” “That’s
good to hear,” Harry said. “And I feel exactly the same
way. I will never want anything or anyone else but you. Our sex is
just extreme, but even more is that I…I love you and nothing’s
ever been so good as having you love me back. Love plus the great sex
is just…overwhelming to me. Perfect, really.” “You’re
so good to me,” Draco said. “Harry, you’re so
good.” “And
you’re good to me,” Harry said. “I
feel that you’re much better to me than I am to you,”
Draco said. “I try to find ways to give to you, but…there’s
hardly anything I can do.” “You
love me for me. That’s all I want from you, Draco,” Harry
said. “That’s all. I’ve told you that before.” “Then
you have it already,” Draco said. “I love you for you.
Just you. Not all that other crap you do or…whatever.” “Would
you love me if I were a muggle?” Harry asked. “Yes,
I would,” Draco said. “I’d love you even then.” “But
you can’t say that really because I’m not,” Harry
said. “Yes,
I can say that with conviction,” Draco said. “I wouldn’t
give a damn if you were…some wretched non magical thing, I’d
love you anyway. What I love about you is inside you, not what you
can do. You’re just my Harry. Always mine. You’ve always
been only mine.” “I
think that’s almost true,” Harry said as they were
rinsing the soap from their hair and bodies under the tap. “It
is true,” Draco said. “It’s not even a Malfoy and
Potter thing. It’s a Draco and Harry thing and always has
been.” “That
sounds good to me,” Harry reached and got them both a towel.
They stepped out of the draining tub and dried off quickly. “Thanks
for the clothes, by the way,” Draco said. “Interesting
choices.” “Are
they? I described what I thought you might like to wear to a party,”
Harry said. “How did I do?” “Perfect
for me for you,” Draco said. “You like me in leather.” “Yes,
I do,” Harry said. They both were brushing their teeth. “And
you like me to show off for you,” Draco said. “Don’t
lie. I know you do.” “I
do,” Harry laughed. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve
ever seen and I like it when you dress as such. You’re just…oh
god…so damn good.” “What
are you wearing?” Draco asked. “I
bought something for me,” Harry said. “While I was in
London.” “You
went shopping without me?” Draco asked. “I’m hurt.” “I’m
sorry,” Harry said. “I bought you a little something,
too.” “Really?
What is it?” Draco asked. “Come
on and I’ll show you,” Harry said putting their
toothbrushes away. The pair went into the bedroom to find a bag on
the bed. Draco sat and Harry opened it and dumped out the things he’d
bought. There was a pair of midnight blue stretch pants with a zigzag
open weave down the sides from the hip to the ankle hem. The cream
colored button up shirt had the same dark blue zigzag from the collar
to the hem and around the sleeves. The solid cream fabric came down
halfway to the stomach and then the rest was a cream mesh see-through
fabric that ended at the hem that would end right above Harry’s
navel. “Very
nice,” Draco said feeling of the fabric. “That is perfect
for you.” “Thanks,”
Harry said. The other small plastic bag Harry dumped was something
Draco didn’t recognize. “What
the hell is that?” Draco asked. Harry picked them up and
demonstrated. “Oh my god. I love that.” “It’s
for you,” Harry said of the inhumanely indecent thong that was
mostly nothing. “Oh
god,” Draco said holding them. “I’m wearing this
right now.” Draco slipped his legs through the elastic loops
and rearranged his nice sized package to fit in the only fabric in
the front that was green silk. “Oh man that feels good. Feel
it.” Harry slipped his hands over Draco’s hips and over
the green silk over Draco’s package. “Heaven
have mercy on me,” Harry said of the partial nudity of his pale
god. “Draco, baby, you are just sex on a stick.” “Your
stick, lover,” Draco teased moving a bit in a dance style for
Harry’s enjoyment. “You’re
about to give me a heart attack,” Harry said. “Holy
shit.” Draco knew he could move and dance well and he gave
Harry a little teasing sex show all the while touching and rubbing on
Harry everywhere but not allowing Harry to touch. “Evil
bastard.” Draco laughed and tortured Harry with the eye candy.
Draco moved back and did the back bended flip gracefully wearing only
the thong. “Oh holy fucking hell!” Harry yelled. “I
love it when you do that. Damn that shit blows my mind.” “I
can blow other parts, too,” Draco said. Harry groaned and
flopped back on the bed in almost agony. “Come on. It’s
seven now. The party just started. Let’s get dressed and go.”
Harry pulled Draco to him on the bed and Draco lay flush against
Harry’s naked body. “You are so taut and hard all over.”
Draco ran his hands over Harry’s front. “You’re
sculpted and toned just perfect. Your tanned golden skin is just like
rich caramel to me. Sweet and delicious.” “Hungry?”
Harry asked. “For
you always,” Draco said before the kiss that ensued. They
rolled on their bed several times in the kiss until it broke slowly
away. “Harry, I love you. Promise me you’ll never leave
me.” “I
will never leave you, my dragon,” Harry said with only breath
onto Draco’s lips that played softly against his own. “Promise
me that you will never leave me, Draco. Promise me that.” Draco
kissed the soft lips speaking these words and reached up to hold the
face of his one so that they faced and looked softly at the other in
a depth of meaning. “I
promise you that I will never leave you,” Draco said with all
the truthfulness he possessed. Harry recognized the truth and he
kissed Draco passionately for his devotion. “I
simply want to devour you,” Harry said in some type of need to
have more. “I can’t get enough of you, Draco. You torture
me with need of you and I simply cannot sate that need no matter what
I do.” “Then
devour me,” Draco said. “I want to break you and burn my
name onto your soul and then be there to put you back together a
thousand times.” “You’ve
already done that,” Harry said. “Your name is emblazoned
not only on my very soul, but in my heart. And without you I remain
broken. You complete me.” “And
you complete me just as fully,” Draco said with a smile. “Come
dance with me, my Raven one.” “It’s
my honor to,” Harry said. Each dressed in their party clothing.
Draco wore and was painted into his tight leather pants that showed
off every little thing he possessed from the waist down. The shirt
was dark wine and instead of buttons, it laced up the front with a
tiny black leather strand leaving an inch of skin showing between the
laces and ended just an inch above his black leather pants. “Good
god almighty you beckon to be worshipped in that.” Draco turned
his back to Harry and put Harry’s hands on his hips and slid
them down over his ass and thighs. “Draco, if you don’t
stop we’ll never leave this room because I simply cannot resist
you.” “Then
don’t resist,” Draco said leaning back to nestle into
Harry’s chest and moving slightly to tease him. Draco moved
Harry’s hand over his tight crotch underneath the leather. “Oh
god…” Harry hissed his mind ablaze with want of the
perfect body haunting him. “Come
on, Harry. We need to go,” Draco said taking their hands on his
crotch away. “I’m
leaving my glasses here,” Harry took them off and gave himself
the ocular spell Hermione had given him earlier. “There. How’s
that?” Draco nodded with a smile. Harry picked up the two
pre-made syringes of their drug, and led Draco from the den. “You’re
killing me,” Harry said. “I’m in pain from just
touching you.” “Suffer
with it,” Draco said with a laugh. “Evil
bastard,” Harry said lacing his fingers with Draco’s on
the way down the corridor.
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Tomorrow Will Come
Chapter 08: Chapter 8
By: Kimberjingle
Chapter 8:
Draco’s Injury, The Ministry Comes for the Deviant, Scream His
Own Name