“Evil
bastard,” Harry said lacing his fingers with Draco’s on
the way down the corridor. Harry gave the password and the pair
entered to the pounding music. Bodies in the dark were dancing
everywhere and sparkling colored balls of light were hung
sporadically all over the room. Draco spotted Ron’s red hair,
pointed in that direction and led Harry near. Ron and Hermione were
standing and drinking butterbeer with Neville, Debbie, Seamus and
Dean. “Hey.
Holy shit,” Dean said upon seeing Draco and Harry. “What
the hell…oh my god you both reek of sex.” “No,
we don’t. We had a bubble bath,” Harry said. “Draco,
hell. You look great,” Hermione said. “How did you fit in
that leather?” “It
was easy,” Draco said. “I just slid right in.”
Draco said in a sexy voice to torment Harry. “Oh
god don’t say that like that,” Harry said still in his
suffering state. “You’re fucking with my head. So stop
it.” “You
deserve it after what you put me through today,” Draco said.
Harry laughed. “Do any of you know just how fucking evil this
son of a bitch is? Do you know? Well, he is the demon spawn of Satan
himself. I swear it.” “Damn,
Harry, what did you do?” Ron asked. “Just
stuff,” Harry said. Draco snorted a laugh. “Evil,”
Draco said. “He’s evil. He makes Voldemort look like some
fluffy little bunny.” Harry laughed hard. “I
do not,” Harry said quietly with a wicked grin. “Yes,
Harry, you most certainly do,” Draco said. “Everyone
looks so good. Nice shirt, Ron.” “Thanks,
Harry got this for me for Christmas,” Ron said. “I
can tell. It’s Harry’s style,” Draco said. “But
it looks good on you.” “Hey,
what do you know? I have a style,” Harry said. “Debbie,
you look nice. Neville, did you tell Deb she looks nice?” “Yes,
of course I did,” Neville said.” “Good,
because I’d have to kick your ass if you didn’t,”
Harry said. “Draco, do you want a drink?” “Yes,
please,” Draco said. “I’ll
get it. Be right back,” Harry walked along the sides of the
dancers over to the refreshment table. “Why
do you say Harry is so evil? What did he do?” Debbie asked
Draco. “Harry
Potter is one wicked and totally…just…” Draco
threw up his hands. “You don’t know him like I do. I
swear he’s…oh god.” Everyone laughed a bit. “Well,
that’s interesting,” Ron said. “You didn’t
say anything, but it was interesting.” “Harry
is…he can…and when he does that thing…I just…”
Draco was speechless. “Oh hell. I can’t handle Harry.
He’s too much for me. He’s extreme and very…on the
edge all the time. He is just down right oh-my-god fucking wild.” “Harry
is wild?” Hermione asked with grin. “That’s never
been said of Harry before. I think you’re the first to say that
about him.” “He
is!” Draco said forcefully. “He’s a maniac. I love
it.” The five laughed when Harry brought Draco his beer. “Real
beer?” “I
know you like it,” Harry said before chugging down half of his
own beer. “Slow
down there, you maniac,” Ron said to Harry and the others
laughed hard. “What
have you told them?” Harry asked Draco. “Only
that you’re a maniac,” Draco took a long swig of his own
beer. “Okay.
I can deal with that,” Harry said. “Let’s all sit
over there and finish these beers and then Draco can dance for me.” “You’re
dancing with me,” Draco said following Harry and the others to
the sofa. Harry sat in the center and propped his feet on the coffee
table in front of him. Ron sat beside Harry with Hermione on his lap
and Neville did the same on the other side of Harry with Debbie in
his own lap. “You
want to sit on my lap, Draco?” Harry teased. “Get
away from me you nympho,” Draco teased and everyone laughed
again. Draco straddled Harry’s thighs and sat facing the
others. “How’s this?” “A
little higher would be better,” Harry teased. “I’m
not sitting there,” Draco said. “I know you. I can’t
do that…that…that thing that you did again today. Or
for the next three weeks for that matter.” “You
loved it,” Harry said. “Don’t lie to me.” “Harry,
honey, I am so great it’s a sin. But even I can only take so
much,” Draco said. “What
on earth did you do to Draco, Harry?” Hermione asked. “I
gave him that thing that I do,” Harry said. “A lot of
it.” “A
lot? Holy hell,” Draco said. “I
don’t know of a single other person that could have taken that
but you,” Harry laughed. “Draco, I worship you.” “And
after today, I fucking deserve to be worshipped,” Draco said. “Arrogant
mother fucker,” Ron said. “Let
me tell you how arrogant my baby is,” Harry said. “Draco,
when I’m giving you that mind shattering sex, whose name do you
scream when you come?” Draco gave Harry one evil look. “Mine,”
Draco said with a grin and everyone laughed hard. Draco crossed his
arms in embarrassment and Harry rubbed Draco’s arms as the
others laughed. “Son of Satan is what you are.” “No,
I’m not,” Harry said. “I can prove it. I have birth
records.” “Artificial
insemination,” Draco said defiantly. “You
scream your own name?” Hermione asked with a laugh. “Harry
made me,” Draco said with a grin. Harry laughed. “I
was…he was…and then he…” “Are
you okay?” Neville asked. Everyone laughed again at Draco. “Dammit.
Shut up,” Draco said. “Harry, you’ve fucked with my
head is what you did. I can’t even form complete sentences
anymore. I may just fall on the floor at any moment and begin to
drool.” “Come
here,” Harry pulled Draco over to sit between his legs on the
sofa and wrap his arms around Draco. “I
love you,” Harry said. “And I was only giving you what I
knew you could handle. And I know you’ll give it to me in
return. So it’s all good, baby.” “But
seven times?” Draco asked. “Seven
times?” Hermione asked. “You…seven…how
did…and…but…?” “Now
he’s got you doing it,” Draco grinned. Harry laughed.
“Seven orgasms. Seven. I almost died!” “How
in hell did you give seven orgasms?” Ron asked Harry. “And
how long did that take?” “He
gave me three at a time!” Draco said loudly. “He’s
trying to kill me!” “No,
I’m not,” Harry laughed. “How
did you do that?” Ron asked. “Only
Draco and I can do that,” Harry said. “It’s a very
special thing. I’ve never done that with anyone else but him.”
Draco took the pack of cigarettes and Harry lit one for him with a
small flick of his wrist where a small flame appeared in his palm.
Harry flipped again and the fire was gone. Draco took a long drag and
blew the smoke up. “Probably
because you’d kill anyone else with it,” Neville said.
“You just said that Draco could handle it and nobody else
could.” “I
know Draco’s limits,” Harry said. “He has a
tolerance like mine. Very high on every scale.” Draco passed
the cigarette to Harry who inhaled a long draw and then turned
Draco’s face toward him and when they kissed Harry blew Draco
the smoke. Draco blew it out when the kiss ended. “That is so
sexy when you do that.” “Deb,
do you want to dance?” Neville asked. “I
would like to see Draco dance,” Debbie said. “I’ve
heard he can dance well.” “I’ve
seen you dance, Draco,” Hermione said. “It was before the
leaving feast last year. Harry was in the hospital wing
for…something.” “It
was after that raid thing,” Ron said. “When you had all
those broken ribs after the wall fell on you.” “Oh
yeah,” Harry said. “I missed you dancing, Draco.”
Harry said to Draco. “You’ve
seen me dance at the club in London,” Draco said. “When
you were dancing with that little blonde piece of trash that had his
hands on you. The fucker.” “You
were dancing with that huge black guy,” Harry said. “He
made two of you. He was thinking of taking you home with him. I would
have had to hurt him if he hadn’t stopped doing that…you
know…licking your ear like that.” “We
weren’t even together then,” Draco said. “Weren’t
we?” Harry asked the question. Draco shrugged.
“We
may have been,” Draco said with a grin. “But when weren’t
we? We’ve always been together, Harry, dammit,” Harry
shrugged. “You’re
exactly right,” Harry said. “You want to dance?” “Hermione,
I want you see Harry dance with me,” Draco said standing and
pulling Harry up. “This is like sex standing up. So hot.” “Watch
Draco do this, Ron,” Harry said. “He’s as limber as
hell.” “I
know I saw,” Ron said. Hermione, Debbie and Neville looked to
Ron. “I saw him do that…bending thing in the locker
room.” “You
what?” Hermione asked. “Draco
can do a back bend thing,” Harry said. “He’s so
flexible. It absolutely makes me lose my fucking mind when he does
it. Especially that last time. Oh god…” Harry groaned. “Harry,
stop it,” Hermione scolded. “I
can’t help it. Look at him,” Harry said. “I am
drawn like a magnet to that.” Harry pointed to Draco who had
crossed the floor and was dancing a bit and motioning to Harry. “He
beckons and I must obey.” Harry moved past Ron and Hermione to
walk to the dragon and slide up behind him. They rubbed and moved
against the other. Harry’s hands slid down Draco’s sides.
Draco reached behind to hold Harry’s thighs against him as he
slid his backside against Harry’s front. Draco’s
movements, like Harry’s, were fluid and each worked perfectly
together to form the dance seamlessly. “They
fit,” Debbie said. “Amazing,”
Ron said. “Look at that, Herm. I’ve never seen Harry so
happy in my life.” “No
wonder,” Neville said. “Watch what Draco is doing. Holy
shit. He moves so…just…wow.” “Draco
is, well, I hate to say it, but he’s more effeminate than
Harry,” Hermione. “They are total opposites. Harry is of
the light and Draco of the dark. Draco is light skinned and Harry is
dark tanned. Draco light hair, Harry dark hair. Draco is softer,
Harry is harder. They are just so damn different that it makes no
sense but in another way it does. I can’t…I can’t
get over it.” “If
Harry is happy with it, then I’m all for it,” Ron said.
“I can’t believe I just said that about Malfoy, but…Harry
deserves a bit of happiness finally.” “I
agree,” Neville said. “Harry
hasn’t had much to be happy about in his life, I suppose,”
Debbie said. “You
don’t know the half of it, Debbie,” Hermione said. “Harry
is just…cursed with tragedy. And that’s a terrible thing
for me to say.” “It’s
true. Hell, he never gets a break,” Ron said. “Holy hell
would you look at that? Look at them. They’re doing…something…” “Dancing
together,” Hermione said. “That’s called a Tumble
Roll. Watch their hips. Perfectly synchronous. And then the front
partner will move to the back and it starts over. Whoa.” “I
never knew Harry could do that,” Ron said. “Ron,
I think only gay and bisexual guys know Harry can do that,”
Debbie said a bit forward to her and she covered her mouth in
embarrassment. “Don’t
worry about it,” Hermione giggled. “We all know it. But
damn, Ron. Can you do that?” “I’ve
never moved like that in my life,” Ron said. “But I think
I could. You want to do it with me, Herm?” “I
can’t do that,” Hermione said. “But oh my god did
you just see what Draco did?” “I
bet Harry loved that,” Neville said. “Yeah I can see. He
did.” They all laughed. “My
dragon,” Harry said as they danced together. “You are
fine and mine.” “Oh
yeah, baby,” Draco rolled his head as he moved his hips and
crotch against Harry’s ass. Their hands played together on the
others’ body simulating erotic movements with this dance. “This
is great. Take me,” Harry said. “Do it. Come around me.”
Draco held Harry’s hand and ducked up under his arm with a spin
and came up perfectly facing him as the song ended and another began.
Throughout four songs the couple danced together. They were singing
to each other and having the greatest time in the darkened shadows of
the dance floor. Laughter, touching, light kissing and much dancing
was a delight to them at now having the chance to be together in a
place and not have to hide. “Harry
Potter!” Albus’ voice rang out. The music stopped and
everyone turned to the voice. Harry looked back to see Albus’
concerned face and rushed over with Draco, Ron, Hermione, Neville,
Debbie, Seamus and Dean following. “Oh
no,” Harry said knowing what it was. “When?” “When
what?” Ron asked. “Right
now,” Albus said.
“How
many?” Harry asked quickly and in great concern. “Most
if not all,” Albus said. “Let
me go,” Harry said. “No!
Harry no,” Draco said cluing in to what they were talking
about. “Let
me go! I need to go now! I can take the wards in a fragment,”
Harry said. “I’m
not allowing you to go to Azkaban, Harry,” Albus said. “I
don’t need your permission,” Harry said. “I’m
a member of the Council. But I’m asking you as my parent.
Please let me go. They’re all dead and all the other DEs will
be after me in a week if I don’t go.” “Harry…”
Albus shook his head. “Dad,
please,” Harry said taking his hand. “Moody, Tonks…all
the ones I need will be gone and I won’t have them next week if
I don’t go now. You know Voldemort wouldn’t show up in
Azkaban tonight. You know I’m their only hope. I won’t go
if you say no. But they will die in the next few minutes if I don’t.”
Harry had given his case and Albus was thinking quickly. Albus shook
his head with indecision several times. Harry waited. “Go
to the far right quadrant and through the third gate. Harry, be
careful,” Albus said. Harry quickly kissed the old man’s
cheek. “I’m
never careful,” Harry said with a grin and then turned to
Draco’ horrified face. “Calm down. I’m fine. I’ll
be back. I have to do this. I love you.” Harry gave Draco a
quick kiss, took two steps back and flung up and arm. Harry was gone.
Draco just stared at the point where Harry had been only seconds ago. “Draco,
come with me, please,” Albus said. “We’ll go to my
office. Harry will return there when he arrives back.” Draco
nodded slowly and followed Albus. The two exited the portrait hole
and started walking down the corridor. Six more students bounded out
of the portrait hole to follow them. Ron, Hermione, Seamus, Dean,
Debbie and Neville caught up quickly. “Sir,
tell us what’s going on,” Hermione asked. “Draco?”
Draco only shook his head and couldn’t speak for worry that
threatened to make him sick. “The
Dementor attack today was a diversion by Voldemort to keep the Aurors
at Hogwarts today instead of having them be at Azkaban tonight,”
Albus said. “There is an attempted break out of the Death
Eaters going on even as we speak.” “Oh
my god,” Ron said. “And
Harry just went there?” Seamus asked. “Harry
is the only one that would be able to penetrate the wards without
detection and the only one besides myself that has the power to
inflict any damage or to halt the progress,” Albus said. “But
you didn’t want him to go,” Hermione said. “No,”
Albus said. “But I knew he would want to go. And I have no
power to stop him if he so wishes to go. He is a member of the
Council and is my equal.” “But
you are his father,” Draco said in some type of distress. “You
could have stopped him.” “Draco,
yes, Harry is my adopted son, but Harry is right. He will need those
Aurors next week,” Albus said. “Harry is highly skilled.
He’ll be fine.” “But
what if…” Draco swallowed and it was too unbearable to
think. “Oh god.” Hermione came to put her arm around
Draco as they were all walking down the corridors toward Albus’
office. “Listen,
Draco. This is the way it is with Harry,” Hermione tried to
make light of the situation. “He’s like lightning. You
never know where he’ll strike next. And Ron and I have been
doing this crazy Harry Potter thing for years. Just sit and wait
until Harry returns. He always does. Trust me.” “But…”
Draco shook his head. “No
buts,” Ron said picking up on Hermione’s direction. “And
you thought Gryffindors didn’t have any stress? Harry is the
stress on us. We’ve put up with his dragging us around on his
hair-brained junk forever. Now we have stress when he’s off
doing that thing he does. You saw it today, Draco. You’ve seen
how powerful Harry is up close and personal. I’m telling you.
Harry will be fine.” “Until
Harry’s guilt sets in,” Hermione said. “We’ll
deal with that when it comes,” Albus said softly. “What
do you mean?” Draco asked in concern looking at them. “Let’s
just wait until we get to Albus’ office,” Hermione
comforted. Draco nodded unsurely. The walk seemed like miles and no
one seemed to know what to say. When they’d all reached the top
of the stairs at the stone gargoyle and entered Albus’ office,
each took chairs, Ron put Hermione on his lap, Seamus and Dean sat
together, Neville and Debbie sat together and Draco sat noticeably
alone across from Albus’ desk. “How
did you know of the Azkaban attempt, sir?” Debbie asked. “Harry
alerted me to it earlier in the day,” Albus said. “How
did he know?” Ron asked. “He
has ways,” Draco said. “Do
you know how Harry found out, Draco?” Albus asked. “Yes,”
Draco said. “But I can’t tell you. I’m sorry.” “I
understand,” Albus said. “I wouldn’t ask you to
betray Harry’s trust. Even though it’s remarkable that he
shared that information with you and he won’t tell me a single
word and I’ve been here for years.” Albus shook his head
a bit and Draco grinned just a bit. “With
all due respect, sir, I don’t routinely hit Harry with level
sixteen hexes,” Draco said. Albus gave Draco an odd look. “Point
taken, Draco,” Albus said. “Your Malfoy wit is as sharp
as ever. I can see where Harry would need you around.” “I
can’t,” Ron teased Draco who gave him the look. “What
did you mean, Hermione. Harry’s guilt…?” Draco
asked. “Draco,
have you ever seen Harry cry?” Hermione asked. “No.
Never,” Draco said. “Why?” “Harry
is one of total extremes,” Albus said. “He is either very
up or very down and nowhere in the middle. When Harry is happy he is
joyous, but when he is angry he is equally malicious and even
dangerous if not controlled. But when Harry is forced to kill, he
becomes…very cold and distant for a while. It’s a
self-preservation mechanism for him. He can’t deal with his
emotions after taking the life of another. Harry feels extreme guilt
over having to kill. He detests and loathes anything to do with
taking life. That’s his nature. After that cold and numb period
is a state of anguished guilt.” “And
Harry will cry,” Ron said. “And I absolutely cannot take
it. It’s the worst.” “When
Harry is in tears, so is everyone near him,” Hermione said.
“Harry’s emotional state tends to saturate a room and
those nearest him. I’m sure you’ve noticed that.” “Yes.
Very much,” Draco said. “It’s obvious, in fact.” “Normally,
Harry will seek out those closest to him when feeling these
emotions,” Albus said. “That would previously include
myself, Ron or Hermione. However, since you are now Harry’s
closest, he will undoubtedly seek your support of him during his time
of emotional distress.” “Oh
god,” Draco said rubbing his temples. “He’s too
much. I feel like a spinning top with him. He’s everywhere
and…I can’t take it. You all are used to him
whereas…I’ve only been with him so closely for a short
time. I can’t handle him.” “Yes,
you can,” Ron nodded. “I’ve seen you with him,
Draco. Harry needs you. I’ve never seen him like this ever.
Ever. In just the short time you’ve been with Harry, he has
come around and started speaking again. Hermione and I hadn’t
spoken to Harry in weeks before you came around.” “Ron’s
right, Draco,” Hermione said in comfort. “You have
brought out the Harry we’ve missed for so long.” “But
I…I didn’t do anything,” Draco said. “We
just…talked and then…it sort of just…worked out
this way. It wasn’t some great plan to bring Harry back into
the land of the living or anything on my part. I still hate him half
the time. Like now. Stupid Gryffindor bravery crap. What the hell is
he thinking? The idiot.” “That
is why Harry needs you,” Albus said. “You give him a
perspective that he needs. And…he loves you. I think Harry has
loved you for a long time, Draco. He just never saw it. It’s
quite interesting when I think back years ago when he’d come to
my office to rant and rave about you in particular. Harry would
destroy this office at least twice a month solely because of
something you did or said. He was a mess.” “That’s
because he’s stupid,” Draco said. “He needs to use
that Slytherin part of him and keep himself safe first and piss on
everybody else. But oh no. He has to do that saving the day thing.
Twice a day. Do you realize that he has won a Quidditch match, saved
my life from blindly falling off a broom, saved the school and killed
three hundred Dementors, almost went to prison, and is now at Azkaban
saving Aurors? And that is just in one fucking day! How much more of
this crap will there be? For the love of cake he needs to sit down
and take a break!” Draco stood and paced the room. “He’s
driving me nuts. Absolutely nuts. I can’t take it. I just can’t
do it. That’s it. I just can’t.” Draco was pacing
and then noticed all the others snickering at him. “And this is
not funny. At all. I mean it. And listen to me. Oh god, now he has me
sounding like him. I will kill him myself when he gets here.”
The laughter grew until the others couldn’t take any more and
they burst out into laughter. “Yeah. Okay. Go ahead and laugh.
Fine.” Draco stood fuming at the window. “Draco,
please,” Hermione grinned trying not to laugh. “We’re
not laughing at you. We just know how you feel. This is your first
time. And Debbie’s. We really do know how you feel. We care
about Harry, too. Just wait. It will be okay.” “How
can you say that?” Draco asked turning to them. “I know
first hand what being a DE is. I am one. I know the orders to kill on
sight of Harry Potter away from Hogwarts at any moment. I know the
training DEs get. I’ve had it. I know these things. And I know
that Harry will be there with a host of others that I know personally
and have known my entire life. And the thing is I don’t care at
all as long as he comes back. Do you know how hard that is for me?” “I’m
sorry, Draco. I never thought about it like that,” Ron said. “You’re
an idiot,” Draco said. “I don’t give a flying fuck
if Harry kills them all. I don’t. DEs are so terribly bad that
they will kill off each other to gain position. They are mostly all
Slytherins and know that to advance, you have to push off the nearest
competitor. But since Harry blew into my wretched existence recently,
I did care about all that crap. Sort of.” Draco looked out the
widow again. “Albus, how long do you think this will take?” “Harry
will have the situation under control in a matter of minutes, Draco,”
Albus said. “I have every confidence in him. But Harry’s
concerns will be first for the Aurors’ protection and then to
try and detain or remove any DEs that have escaped and in so doing
may even capture others that are in active service.” “Why
didn’t you let him go to Azkaban sooner then?” Draco
asked. “He may have even been able to prevent this before it
started.” “He
wanted to take you to a party,” Albus said. Draco hung his head
lower. “Don’t
tell me that,” Draco said. “Harry
had the choice of what to do today,” Albus said. “I am
relinquishing my hold on him slowly to allow him to do his own will.
Harry is already an Auror in level ten perfect standing and has
completed all the education we can possibly teach him at Hogwarts. He
simply must stay in school because he’s my adopted son and I
happen to live here.” “He
hates that you know,” Draco said. “He hates living at
this school.” “He
does?” Albus asked. “He never mentioned it.” “He
detests it,” Draco said. “He wants out of here so bad it
drives him crazy. And he…has to get away sometimes. I know
what that’s like.” “Yes,
I allow him to leave without my knowledge or permission,” Albus
said. “I know he does it.” “And
he knows that you know,” Draco laughed a bit sadly. “I
never knew so much about Harry,” Debbie said. “So Harry
is your adopted son, Headmaster?” “Yes,”
Albus said. “Had he not told you all that?” “No,”
Hermione said. “Draco told us today when Harry was with you and
the Ministry official in the Dining Hall. But Harry never mentioned
it.” Draco was laughing to himself “What’s
so funny over there?” Ron asked. “Harry,”
Draco grinned to them. “Oh god he’ll kill me for telling
you this.” Draco laughed hard anyway. “Harry didn’t
want anyone to know that his full name now is Harry Potter
Dumbledore.” Everyone in the room was laughing hard. “I
can’t see that I blame him for that,” Albus said.
“Technically, yes. That is his name. But we all prefer just
plain and ordinary Harry Potter.” “Plain
and ordinary are two words never associated with the one I know,”
Draco said. “More
like extraordinary and amazing,” Neville said. At that moment,
Harry appeared and stood for a few moments in silence. “Of
the Aurors?” Albus asked gravely. “I
lost two,” Harry said. “But that’s not as bad as it
could have been had I not been there.” “The
prisoners?” Albus asked. Harry swallowed. “There
were so many,” Harry said in some type of bewildered state. “I
moved them…from the corridors after I sent several sweeping
stuns. They split into four groups of DEs. I chased two groups
and…and…when they went near the edge and were on the
verge of the apparation pads, I sent out sweeps of damage and they
all fell. Every one of the two groups. I left those with the Aurors
to detain and went after the other two groups who had split up again.
The third group was easy and I took them all down and left them again
for the Aurors.” “And
of the fourth group?” Albus asked. Harry turned to Draco.
“I…I…sort
of…let them go,” Harry said. Draco shook his head. “Why?”
Ron asked. “Because…because
I couldn’t do it,” Harry said. “Lucius Malfoy was
with them.” “Harry,
no,” Draco said. “Why? It didn’t matter.” “I
couldn’t do it,” Harry said. “Draco, have you seen
him lately? I would never have known the man.” “Yes,
I’ve seen him,” Draco said. “And it still didn’t
matter.” “He’s
your dad,” Harry said.
“And
this matters? What kind of a father was he, Harry? Surely you
remember,” Draco said. “He has tried to kill you at least
three times that I personally know of.” “Four,
actually,” Harry said. “I couldn’t do it. I’m
sorry. I’m weak and pathetic. So sue me. The two Aurors I lost
were McKinley and Farber. They were already dead when I got there.
There was nothing I could do.” “You
did well,” Albus said. “Were there any Ministry officials
present?” “I
left when I saw them coming,” Harry said. “The Aurors
won’t tell them I was there, but my magical signature is all
over that place. There is no denying I was there. I left my calling
card everywhere. So expect a midnight visit from that stupid fucker
that came to take me to Azkaban today. And hey, I went anyway. Isn’t
that cool?” “You
stupid idiot!” Draco smacked Harry hard on the arm. “What
in the name of hell do you think you are doing running out after some
stupid DEs? Isn’t that why we have Aurors in the first place?
They can’t do anything without you there to hold their hands?” “Obviously
not,” Harry said with a grin. “But I had to go.” “No
you didn’t,” Draco said. “And since you did, you
let a whole group of DEs go? And the worst one of all? My dad? You
need to feed that little hamster that spins on that wheel in your
head that produced thoughts. Think, dumb ass. Did you have no clue
that the bastard would come right up in here after me when you let
him go?” “Well…no,
not really,” Harry said. “I guess you’re right. I’m
sorry. Want me to go find him?” Draco threw up his hands and
started to rant and rave while the others including Harry stood with
a grin. “And don’t you dare grin at me or I will beat the
hell out of you!” “I’m
sorry,” Harry said covering his mouth. Draco got directly up in
Harry’s face with that meaner than hell look and Harry removed
his hand to show a straight face with only a small trace of a grin.
“You’re so cute when you’re mad.” “Aahhhh!”
Draco yelled and punched Harry in the gut sending him back against
the wall with a groan. “You asshole! Get up!” “I
can’t,” Harry groaned. “Draco, I was hit four times
with spells tonight. I’m hurt. I already had two broke ribs
when you punched me.” “Oh
god, Harry. I didn’t know,” Draco knelt by Harry’s
side and then became angry again. “You stupid fool! You are
better than that. You should never have got hit. I bet you fell for
that double back behind crap, didn’t you?” “Yeah.
How did you know that?” Harry asked. “Because,
stupid I taught the DEs that move,” Draco said. “You
always fell for it at school. Use your head.” “Oh.
Sorry,” Harry said. “And why I am I apologizing to you?
You just punched me and…you taught them a move? What the hell
were you thinking?” “I
was thinking I was a fucking Death Eater!” Draco yelled. “Get
the hell up so I can heal that.” “Fine!”
Harry yelled. “Help me up since you’re the one who did
this.” “Honestly,
Potter you are such a nitwit,” Draco helped Harry up. “And
you got broken ribs on the right? That has to mean you didn’t
dodge left on the backhand. Harry, you know better than that. Always
go left when the sweeps come on the left. Where did you leave your
pitiful brain?” “Maybe
I left it at AZKABAN!” Harry said. “There were about a
hundred Dementors, too! Not just the DEs. I was under pressure. Give
me a break!” “I’ll
break your face if you don’t shut it!” Draco yelled.
“It’s a wonder you’ve lived this long. And
just…just shut up!” Draco said when Harry opened his
mouth to retort. Harry just shrugged while Draco healed the ribs with
simple bone mending charms and spells. Soon, Harry was healed up.
“And if you ever get hit by a spell from a DE again and it’s
not me, I’m not fixing it.” Draco turned around and
walked to the chair and sat. Draco crossed his legs and arms in his
fit of ignoring Harry. “Draco,
I did okay. Really,” Harry said. “This shit is not as
easy as I make it look.” Harry laughed silently. “And…I
just saw your dad and…when I thought Malfoy somehow you popped
into my head like that. I couldn’t do it. I know how much
Sirius suffered in Azkaban and your dad looks like pure hell. There
is no way he’ll be up to speed in a week to come after me. Or
you. He can’t announce his presence as being an escapee anyway.
Maybe he had enough time there.” “Until
he rotted there wouldn’t be enough time there,” Draco
gave Harry a sharp look. “The man is not nice, Harry. He’s
a killer.” “And
so am I,” Harry said. “And you if I’m not
mistaken.” “Irrelevant,”
Draco said. “Oh
and so is your mother,” Harry said. “But my parents were
accomplices which technically carries the same sentence as the actual
killer but in the case of…” “Harry,
shut up!” Draco spat. “Just…shut up.” “Okay,”
Harry said as he stood in silence. “Goodness,”
Albus said. “This has been a long day, hasn’t it?” “I…”
Harry started to say when Draco shot him a venomous look. Harry
quieted. “Oh
my god,” Ron said with a grin looking at Harry. “He has
you so bad it’s not even funny.” Harry shrugged and never
spoke. “Draco,
I may need Harry to answer some questions if that’s okay with
you,” Albus grinned. “Whatever,”
Draco spat looking away. “Harry,
was Moody there and how many injuries were there if you know?”
Albus asked. Harry looked at Draco. “Yes,
twelve,” Harry said politely and bit his lip. “Oh
for pete’s sake, tell the man,” Draco said roughly. Harry
grinned a bit. “Moody
was there and he had squads four and five. Tonks and Hestia had
squads two and three,” Harry said. “Squad one was nowhere
to be found. I have no idea what happened to that squad and neither
does Moody. The only explanations I could come up with was that
either squad one was detained at the Ministry, or were taken by
another group of DEs who Apparated out before I arrived. If they are
put under the Imperius and I know some of them can’t fight it
off, if they are put under the spell they’ll be against me next
week.” “That
is not good,” Albus said. “If Voldemort uses the
Veritaserum…” “He’ll
know all we know about me,” Harry said. “Which is why I
kept telling everyone over and over not to involve all the Aurors.
But nobody ever listens to me. Never. And now it’s my ass on
the line for that.” “We
were not aware that any Aurors would be able to be taken by
Voldemort’s men, Harry,” Albus said. “These are top
squads of the highest trained Aurors.” “And
they need one seventeen year old to come save their asses? All of
them?” Harry asked. “That is pathetic. And they’re
not nearly as trained as they should be. Don’t insult me, you
know that.” “Not
everyone can do what you can do, Harry,” Hermione said. “But
they are not on top forms, Herm,” Harry said. “I’ve
worked with them for years and I could take them on at fifteen. Now I
can take out all of them at once.” “Again
relating to your abilities and not theirs, Potty,” Draco said.
“Get a grip.” “I’ll
get a grip around your throat,” Harry teased. “You want
to fight. I’m pumped up. Come on I’m ready.” “Look
at me. I’m wearing leather. I never fight in leather,”
Draco said with an eye roll. “Don’t be a dolt.” “Excuse
me oh fashionable one,” Harry said with a grin. Ron laughed
hard. “Good
one, Harry,” Ron said. Draco gave Ron the look. Ron held up his
hands in defense. “I was merely offering my support to my
friend in need.” “Go
to hell, Weasel,” Draco said. “Da…um…Albus,
I need to go change clothes and get a drink of water,” Harry
said rubbing his throat. “That salty air and all my yelling is
giving me a sore throat. And I have detox starting tomorrow.”
Harry looked to Draco. “I
know,” Draco said. “We need to stay up as long as we can
so we can rest tomorrow before the pain starts.” “Don’t
remind me,” Harry said showing his dread of it. “Come on,
Draco.” Harry walked over to assist Draco from the chair. Harry
pulled him into an embrace and kissed his ear. “You
scared me to death,” Draco whispered into Harry’s ear
quickly. “Don’t do that again to me.” “Just
once more and it will all be over,” Harry whispered. “All
over, my dragon. I promise. Come with me.” Harry put a light
kiss on Draco’s ear before the embrace ended. “I’m
in my other room. Leave me alone.” Harry pulled Draco with him
through the door and they were gone. “I
am so glad he has Draco,” Hermione said. “Did you see
that? Harry wouldn’t even speak because of Draco. Oh god that
was hilarious.” “I
never thought of Harry as being a sub,” Seamus said and then
covered his mouth with wide eyes. “Did I just say that out
loud?” “Yes,
stupid you did,” Dean elbowed Seamus.
“I’m
sorry… I just meant that I…um…I…”
Seamus started. “Mister
Finnegan, I know Harry very well. After all, I’ve been
protecting him his entire life since his birth,” Albus winked.
“Whatever Harry’s sexual preferences, they are his own.
But I happen to agree with you. And in any matter, it’s nearing
curfew and you all need to get to your houses.” “Headmaster,
Harry mentioned next week several times,” Debbie said in her
high mousy voice. “Is there some incident that Harry is aware
of that may be taking place then?” “Yes,
but I cannot divulge that information,” Albus said. “Although
Harry might if you bug him enough.” “Thank
you, sir. I will,” Debbie smiled just a bit wickedly. “I
think she fits in nicely with the group, Neville,” Albus said.
“I think the sorting hat may have placed you wrongly, Miss
McCaulk. You may just belong in Gryffindor after all. Good night
everyone.” Harry
and Draco walked to the den in silence and when they’d entered,
both sat at the crates. “You
know we could actually transfigure an actual table and chairs in
here,” Draco grinned. “Why do you insist on using these
crates when we could have nice cushy chairs?” “I
never thought of it,” Harry said in his solemn state. “I
give no precedence to comfort usually.” “Harry,
do you want to talk about tonight?” Draco asked kindly. “No,
I want to get high,” Harry said pulling out the pouch and
preparing the spoon with the powder and began to heat it. “Very,
very high.” “You’ll
still need to talk when the time comes,” Draco said. “I’d
like to know why you let Lucius go.” “I
hate the man,” Harry said. “But I know what it’s
like to not have a father around. Even if he’s a shitty one,
you still have one. And if you want the honest truth, I felt like
crap when he got sent to Azkaban because I thought you cared about
him. It’s irrelevant if you do or not now, but I didn’t
sleep over it for months.” “You’re
kidding me,” Draco said. “Months just over that?” “Just
over that? Draco, your father is the one you spat at me for years,”
Harry said as Draco drew up the drug into the syringes. “I
thought you worshipped the quicksand he walked on. And I took him
from you. It was painful for me to think that I had taken one of your
parents away from you. I know exactly what that’s like.” “I
could understand your guilt if Lucius was a loving, nurturing dad who
took me to ballgames and fishing on the weekends if he wasn’t
at the club with the fellows,” Draco said dramatically. “But
Harry, he wasn’t at all like that. He sired his pureblood heir
like a good Malfoy should and then became the instructor of the dark
to me. I had no choice in learning dark arts, Harry. That’s the
only magic I’d ever known until I came to Hogwarts and learned
that a wand could be used to simply conjure a candle instead of a
dagger. I thought that all children had witnessed simplistic blood
rituals before when I came to Hogwarts at eleven.” “Draco,
I’m sorry,” Harry said sincerely. Each held a needle and
looked at it and then at each other. “Let’s
get high,” Draco said. “Very, very high. And then pass
out on the bed together. Want to?” “No,”
Harry said surprisingly with a grin. “I want to take a dose and
then go to the training room.” “Why?”
Draco asked. “I
want to learn to cast the AK wandless,” Harry said. “I
can do it. I know I can do this. I feel it.” “Okay,”
Draco said quietly in support. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s do
that. And we’ll get very tired and sweaty. And…I happen
to like you sweaty for some sadistic reason.” Harry gave a
short laugh and each injected the drug. “Is
this the last dose you think?” Harry asked. “We could use
up the rest of this tonight if you want.” “Later
we might. Whatever. I don’t care either way,” Draco said.
“Flush it down the toilet if you want to, I could care less
because tomorrow we’re finished with it.” “Oh
god that will be so great,” Harry said. “I simply cannot
wait to be over this. I’m so excited. And the best part is that
we’re doing this together. Me and you.” “Me
and you,” Draco grinned taking Harry’s hand and squeezing
it for a moment. “Let’s go cast the AK.” The pair
stood and left the den. With some stealth at avoiding prefects and
Filch, they made it to training room one. The largest room of them
all. “Do you have your wand?” “Oh
shit. I forgot it,” Harry said. “Hold on. I’ll go
get it with fragmenting and it will only take a minute. Be right
back.” Harry flung up his hand and was gone. Draco looked
around the room covered with the black mats, a few chairs, tapestries
and no windows. Safety precautions. “I
guess windows would be a bit dangerous around Harry,” Draco
grinned to himself. Draco kicked off his shoes and shirt and went to
the center of the mats. Harry wasn’t back yet, so Draco decided
to practice the AK himself. With a bit of concentration he faced the
wall across the room. Draco flung out his hand quickly. “Avada
Kedavra!” At that moment Harry appeared directly in the line of
the spell cast. Draco gasped and Harry turned just in time to see the
curse that hit him. Harry fell onto the mat on his bum. “What
the hell?” Harry was breathing heavy. Draco ran to him and felt
his cheeks and arms. “Oh
my god…oh my god,” Draco was barely coherent. “Harry,
you’re alive!” “Well…yeah,
I guess,” Harry said. “Did you just send me an AK?”
Harry’s eyes were wide as Draco’s. “Yes,”
Draco said. “Well, no I didn’t send it to you. I sent it
and it worked for the first time. Then you appeared directly in the
path of the curse. Harry…Harry, did that AK hit you?” “I
felt it,” Harry said softly. “It hit me…but…”
Harry felt of himself all over. “But…I’m okay. I’m
alive…so…what does that mean?” “I…”
Draco shrugged. “I have no idea.” The pair just looked to
each other at the strange event that had occurred. “Should we
tell Dumbledore?” “I
don’t know,” Harry was dumbfounded. “I just don’t
know. I guess…but…Draco, can you cast that AK again?” “To
you?!” Draco asked in a panic. “No,
not to me, just…somewhere else, please,” Harry said.
Draco relaxed and then grinned. “Oh
god, I’m stupid,” Draco said. “Sit there and don’t
move.” Harry nodded. Draco walked far away to the other side of
the humongous room and flung out his hand again. “Avada
Kedavra!” The curse went toward the wall and hit, but then
something happened. The curse bounced from the wall and headed
straight for Harry who jumped and tried to move away. “Oh
shit!” Harry yelled as he tried to scramble away. The bounced
curse hit him square in the back knocking him to the mat again. “Harry!”
Draco yelled with a panicked scream and ran to him again. Harry
turned over breathing heavy again in part fear and part panic. “Oh
god…” Draco was in the same distressed panting. “Draco,
what the hell is going on?” Harry asked in wide-eyed dread.
“We
need to get Dumbledore,” Draco said. Harry nodded quickly.
Draco put on his shirt and shoes in a flash and they headed out the
door in a run toward Albus’ quarters. Harry gave the password
and both boys bounded in. “Harry?”
Albus called from his bedroom. Harry and Draco came in quickly and
sat on Albus’ bed. The old man noticed their looks of panic.
“What has happened?” “The
AK,” Harry said. Albus scowled. “We left your office and
went to my room for a bit. I expressed to Draco that I need to learn
the AK wandless and quickly. We decided to go to training room one
and practice. I had forgotten my wand, so I fragmented, went to my
room to get it and then appeared in the center of room one on the
mat. Draco had just cast and AK in my direction and it hit me.” “The
killing curse hit you?” Albus asked. Harry and Draco nodded. “Yes,”
Harry said. “We were startled but I thought maybe that I hadn’t
defragmented completely and it was a fluke of some kind. So I asked
Draco to go across the room and cast another AK toward the wall.
Draco cast and then something very strange happened. The AK curse
bounced off the wall and came directly at me. I was sitting on the
mat and I tried to dodge it but it swerved and followed me. That AK
also hit me and knocked me on the mat.” Albus listened and
shook his head. “What does this mean? What the hell is going
on?” “I
can’t say because I don’t know,” Albus said. “And
that was the only two times you tried it.” “Well,
yeah. I wasn’t too fond on getting another killing curse
tonight,” Harry said sarcastically. “Do you know how many
I’ve had now? Six. And I’m still alive?” “Amazing,”
Draco said in a whisper. “We honestly didn’t know the
curse would rebound. And you know I’d never harm Harry.” “Of
course, I know that, Draco,” Albus winked to reassure him.
“Have there been any circumstances recently that have been out
of the ordinary, Harry?” Harry gave an insulted short laugh. “With
me? Every day is filled with some out of the ordinary crap with me.
Think about it. A ton of things have happened today,” Harry
said. “Anything specific you’re looking for?” “Nothing
in particular,” Albus said. “There has to be some reason
and that’s as good as any place to start. And…we don’t
know for sure why the curse would follow and be attracted to you.” “I’m
attractive,” Harry grinned. “I’m a death magnet.
Yeah. I can work with that.” Harry said in sad sarcasm. “Do
you want me to try it again?” “No!”
Draco said. “Don’t be stupid. Maybe the first two times
were…some…mixed up something.” “I
have to know,” Harry said. “I’m already resistant
to the Imperius, I can throw off the pain curse, and now…maybe
I’m AK resistant or something. I’ve had it once already
and didn’t die, and twice I’ve had it cast to me and it
was blocked so…maybe it just…doesn’t work on
me…?” “Draco,
go into my sitting room and cast an AK toward the left hand wall near
the fire,” Albus said. “Harry move away to the door of
this room. If the curse does follow you, it will find you here and I
suspect that it won’t harm you again if it’s already
followed you once and did no damage.” “So
you’re asking me to take an AK?” Harry asked. “Not
if you don’t want to,” Albus said. “Fine.
Draco do it,” Harry said moving toward the door. Draco looked
between Albus and Harry. “Are
you sure about this?” Draco asked. “No,
we’re never sure about anything that concerns me,” Harry
said. “So just do it already.” Draco nodded and went into
the other room. After several deep breaths, Draco lifted his hand
with a silent prayer in his head. “Avada
Kedavra!” Draco yelled and the green swirling curse shot forth
from his hand. The spell hit the wall near the fire swirled for a
moment and like a bolt of lightening shot into the other room, turned
a corner and hit Harry knocking him back against the door with a thud
where he slid down and hit the floor with a groan. “Oh
shit,” Harry said of the hard thud he’d just taken from a
curse. “Well, I’m alive, but…damn that hurt.”
Albus slid out of bed and put on his over robes over his long johns. “Harry,
we need to go to the hospital wing right away,” Albus said.
“We’ll need to check you for internal damage or see if
there are any effects of these curses you’ve just received.”
Draco helped Harry up from the floor, gave him a quick kiss and the
pair followed Albus out the door of his quarters and on the way to
the hospital wing. Harry walked the most silently as Albus questioned
Draco of the exact way of casting. In the hallway Harry abruptly
stopped. Albus and Draco stopped as well when Harry had. “Hermione,
I know you’re there,” Harry said into the seemingly empty
hallway. “And stop listening to every word. You can go to the
wing with us and I’ll explain.” Timidly, Hermione came
from the side classroom in almost embarrassment. “Harry,
Draco, Headmaster,” Hermione greeted. “I was on Prefect
duty when I saw you and Draco running toward Albus’ quarters,
Harry.” “I
know that,” Harry said. “I knew you saw us. And I was
waiting on you to be close enough for me to confront you. You know I
can detect whenever you and Ron are around.” “I
know that,” Hermione said as Harry started walking again and
Hermione in step with the group. “And…this killing curse
thing. Tell me exactly what happened.” On the way to the ward
and even when they were inside, no one spoke after those words. Harry
was sitting on the bed with Draco and Albus went for Madame Pomphrey.
When the old man came with her, she stood looking between Albus and
Harry. “Well?
Why are you here, Potter?” Poppy asked. “Poppy,
you will think me more insane than you already do,” Harry said.
“But Draco and I were in the training room. I needed some work
on…well, something. I had forgotten my wand in my room and had
fragmented to retrieve it quicker.” “Fragmenting,
of course,” Hermione whispered. Everyone took note, but
Hermione only stared at Harry giving him the I-know-everything-now
look. Harry shrugged and turned back to Poppy. “When
I defragmented, Draco had just practiced sending the AK,” Harry
said. Poppy sent Draco a hard look. “I appeared directly in the
path of the spell and…it hit me.” “You
were hit with a killing curse?” Poppy asked and looked him
over. “You’re still living.” “It’s
not the first time I’ve had it if you remember,” Harry
said with a draw. “I was knocked on the floor from the curse
and Draco and I were…well, for lack of a better word, panicked
for a bit. I then asked Draco to move to the far side of the room and
cast again to the wall. He cast the AK again and the spell bounced
off the wall and gave chase to me. I was on the floor watching Draco
cast, I moved but the spell followed me and hit me. That’s the
second AK. We were in a fit, so we ran to Albus, told him what
happened, and he let Draco cast a third AK in another room in his
quarters. The spell came from the other room, turned two corners and
hit me. I’ve had three AK this evening and we need to know if
I’m…damaged.” “Good
heavens…” Poppy only but breathed. “Lie back.”
Harry shrugged out of his shirt and lay back on the bed. “You
and your shirt. I don’t think you’d ever wear a shirt if
you didn’t have to.” “I
wouldn’t,” Harry said. “And when I’m here
tomorrow for the detox don’t even ask me to because the answer
is no. And don’t try to make me wear it either, you know I’ll
be in…um…uncomfortable.” Poppy nodded slightly
and moved her wand muttering several long spells over Harry’s
body. “You’re filled with dark magic right now, which for
you is almost normal…” Harry chuckled slightly. Hermione
scowled. “Normal
for you to be filled with dark magic?” Hermione asked. “He’s
always getting hit with some kind of curses,” Poppy said. “He
wanders in here at all hours of the night.” Harry paled almost
as the other three gave him odd looks. “Poppy,
don’t exaggerate,” Harry said. Poppy looked to Harry
briefly and realized her error. “Of
course,” Poppy said. Harry relaxed a bit, but the others’
gazes were questioning. “There is no direct internal damage,
Harry. I notice that your levels of the toxin are much lower than
you’ve had in a long time. Very admirable in light of your
situation.” “But
no curse damage?” Harry asked as he sat up.
“None,”
Poppy said. “And before you even ask me, the answer is no. But
you’re fine. If you feel any effects or symptoms, I know you’ll
be back. Is that all?” “Yes,
thanks, Poppy,” Harry said as a good friend. “And…I’ll
be bringing you something soon.” Poppy almost looked
embarrassed, but nodded and left. “What
was all that about?” Hermione asked. “Don’t
ask questions, Herm. You know I’m not saying anything,”
Harry said quickly. “Well, there’s no damage to me, so
I’m good. Let’s go.” Harry stood. Draco pushed him
back on the bed again. Draco’s stare met Harry’s quick
questioning gaze that turned into a knowing glare. “All
hours of the night? Toxin? Bringing something soon?” Draco
asked all three questions at once and Harry laughed softly. “You
don’t miss a thing, my dragon,” Harry said standing to
tug on his shirt again. “I go out at night. We all know this.
Toxin is my drug. I’m bringing Poppy something she asked me to
acquire. Now, if I’m finished with the interrogation, I think
we need to go so that these patients can rest.” Harry gave
Draco the get me out of here look. “Harry,
in light of the upcoming events next weekend and of Voldemort, I
think it would be prudent to limit your outside of Hogwarts
activity,” Albus said. Harry gave him the look. “I…I
can’t,” Harry said in almost a panic. “I
have…several…well, things that are extremely important
going on right now and time is of the essence.” Hermione
scowled and Harry barely noticed from looking at Albus. “I
am banning you from leaving the grounds,” Albus said. “And
I’m sealing off the corridor.” “No!”
Harry said forcefully. “Albus, please. You don’t know…I…I
can’t tell you but…I need the way out. I’ll be
here for the next three days anyway. I need out only one more time
before the weekend. One time, that’s it. I have…I can’t
tell you, but I must be there at the appointed time.” “I
can’t allow it, Harry. Whatever it is must wait,” Albus
said. “But
you don’t even know what it is,” Harry said. “What
if it’s necessary to my survival? Then what would you do?” “I’ll
send flowers to your funeral,” Albus joked. “You are
forbidden to leave Hogwarts grounds until I give you permission to do
so.” Harry clenched his fists. “I
will leave if I choose and you cannot or will not stop me,”
Harry said coldly and stomped away from them and out the hospital
wing doors slinging them back with a bang. “He
is in a right state,” Draco said. “I’m
going after him,” Hermione turned and the other two followed
her. Hermione turned to the left in the direction of the Dining Hall
but Draco stopped. “Where
are you going?” Draco asked. “I think Harry may have gone
back to his room…his other room.” “No,
he’ll go outside,” Hermione said walking confidently. “She’s
right,” Albus said. “He’ll go have a fit and sling
some spells.” Draco shrugged to that logic. “Hermione!”
Ron called from the end of another corridor. Hermione, Albus and
Draco never stopped walking toward the Dining Hall and the front
entrance. Ron ran down the hallway and caught up to them almost out
of breath. “What’s going on?” “Harry’s
pissed,” Hermione said shortly. Ron nodded. “Oh.
Outside?” Ron asked. Hermione shrugged. “Well, don’t
ask me to go after him again.” “Of
for heaven’s sake,” Hermione scolded. “That was
over a year ago. And…you were fine after a week.” Draco
laughed. Ron gave him a look. “Have
you ever been hit with one of Harry’s temper tantrum spells?”
Ron asked. “Well,
no,” Draco said. “I
have,” Albus said. “It’s not pleasant.” “Not
pleasant?!” Ron asked with a snort. “I spent one night in
the hospital, two in my own bed and I finally was able to move after
six days.” “What
spell did he hit you with? That doesn’t sound like anything I
know of,” Draco said. “It’s
not a spell,” Albus said. “It’s just force of magic
with no spell intended. Harry flings magic around from him in such
force that it can do damage. I’m not sure that he even realizes
his own strength at times.” “I
tried to analyze why he has fits of throwing magic around,”
Hermione said. “And I’ve come up with a few stupid
theories. The first and most logical I would assume is that Harry is
somehow in his mind trying to throw magic from him in some type
of…regret or…disgust at being a wizard. He’s
different and he knows it. He’s never fit in much, and he is
angered with magic sometimes. I’ve had that theory for years
and why on earth am I telling you all this? I have no idea.”
Hermione covered her mouth. “Did I just say all that out loud?” “Yes,
and I happen to agree with that theory in part,” Albus said. “I
can see it,” Draco said. “But Harry doesn’t always
feel that way. At certain times he is most glad to be a wizard and
even different a bit. But…all that means nothing to me. He is
what he is.” Ron took Hermione’s wrist and turned it over
to see the time. “It’s
past eleven now,” Ron said. “We have an hour until
curfew.” They reached the front doors of the school and Albus
put his hand on the door to keep it closed. They all looked to him. “Don’t
disturb him,” Albus said motioning to the window on the other
side. The students went to peer outside and Harry stood on the lawn.
“Harry will fight.” “Fight?”
Draco asked. “Just
watch this, Draco,” Ron said. “I’ve seen him do
this before. But for the love of pete whatever you do, don’t go
near him when he’s doing it.” “He’s
just standing there,” Draco said of Harry standing in the night
on the lawn alone with crossed arms. “Be
patient,” Albus said. “I’ll have to repair every
ward here if he lets loose.” Harry stood for a long while until
he shook his head and punched forward hard and sent a hard ball of
magical light forward that burst into a thousand different directions
forward into trails of light. “There went two of my wards.
Pesky child.” Hermione and Ron chuckled softly. Draco just
watched. With palms facing each other Harry created a ball of light
that grew from a tiny ball larger and larger until it was so large
that Harry stepped inside it and held out his arms and looked upward
looking soothed from being inside it. The ball of light grew a bit
larger and Harry was speaking inside the ball but no sound could be
heard. “I
just know he’s cursing in parseltongue,” Ron said with a
grin. Harry did several moves of the Diatai and after a few minutes
did some grand gesture with his arms and punched forward again
bursting the bubble and quickly turning to face the four onlookers as
if he knew they were there. Harry motioned to them to come outside.
Draco was the first out the door with the others following. While
they were on the way out across the lawn to him, Harry moved his hand
in a high arc over him muttering some spells. With a screeching sound
the four knew that he’d repaired the wards. “I
saved you the trouble,” Harry said to Albus. “I repaired
the wards.” “Nice
bubble thing,” Draco grinned. “Very cool. What was that
anyway?” “Magic,”
Harry said dryly. “Stop right there.” The four stopped.
“Send me a hex.” “Who?”
Ron asked. “Each
of you,” Harry said. “I want to block. Can you all send
several each?” “What
spells?” Hermione asked. “I
don’t care,” Harry said. “You won’t hit me
anyway unless I allow it. So bring it.” Harry held out his arms
waiting. “What
level?” Draco asked. “Just
send me something. I don’t care what,” Harry said. “I
want to fight with you all. I won’t deflect or cast, I just
want to fight. So do it.” “You
don’t tell me what to do, punk,” Ron teased in that best
friend way. “You want me to nail you with a spell? Fine.”
Ron and Hermione drew wands as Harry grinned. Each sent him several
spells that he reflected, dissipated and dodged with ease. “Come
on,” Harry said in boredom. “You can do better than that.
Albus, send me something to work with here.” Albus raised his
hands and sent a series of hard and fast spells that were more
challenging. Watching Harry move quickly in anticipation of each set
was fascinating. Draco moved along the side to watch and without
warning, Draco sent another spell set along with Albus’. Harry
caught those as well and reflected them. “Let’s
round out this circle of spells and cast from the other side and back
and see what he can do,” Ron told her. Hermione nodded and each
set off rounding out the circle of spells. Harry noticed and loved
it. “Bring
it on, Ron you pathetic shit,” Harry said as he was moving
faster and faster. Ron and Hermione also began to cast but one stun
at a time. “Want
to see something cool?” Harry asked them as he was working
faster to keep up with four at once. “Do you?” “You
think you got something?” Ron asked. “Give it up then,
golden boy.” “How
many times have I told you I’m no boy anymore, Ronniekins?”
Harry asked. “Take this!” Harry shot a hard hand in Ron’s
direction and before Ron could react the stun hit and knocked him
back a few feet with a thud. Harry laughed as he worked to keep up
with Albus and Draco. “Here, Draco, you too!” Harry sent
a punch in Draco’s direction. Draco dodged partially but the
spell his shoulder spinning him and he landed on the ground with a
thud. “Albus, you ready for this?” “I’m
not sure,” Albus said. “Are you?” Albus sent out
both hands with full sweep sets and Harry laughed as he deflected
them all and cast a full set to Albus who also dodged and reflected. “Good
dodge,” Harry said. “For an old guy. Come on. Try to hit
me. You’re not even trying! I know you got more than that.” “I
don’t want to hurt you,” Albus said. Harry laughed.
“You
can’t hurt me,” Harry said. “I’m just a smart
ass that’s asking you to bring me something harder than this
weak ass shit you’re throwing at me!” “You
asked for it,” Albus said. “But you’re repairing
all the wards when we break them.” “Fine,
I’ll do it,” Harry said. “I need this. Come on.”
Harry moved back a bit. “Draco, Ron, Herm, you better move
away. This could get ugly.” Without another word the three
moved and ran to the steps of the school as Albus and Harry began to
cast in a fighting way. The swoosh of light and spells could be felt
even from far away. “If I hit you, you’re going down.
I’ll heal it.” “You’d
better. I’m old, Harry,” Albus said sending three sets
and then another. “You’re
stronger than you look,” Harry said dodging and sending his
own. “Can I let go? Can you handle it?” “I
can try,” Albus said. Ron, Hermione and Draco looked to the
other in a dread but with fascination at that last bout of words.
“Keep them under level thirteen.” Harry nodded and the
fight began. Harry yelled and sent the hardest set of spells anyone
had seen yet. Albus was holding his own and sending his own sets,
sweeps and punches. The magical fight escalated. “That was a
hard sweep, Harry.” Albus scolded. “You
can take it,” Harry said. “Send me something good.”
Albus moved a hand with a swish and sent a hard ball of many
spreading spells with one hand followed by another with the other
hand. Harry did a spin with the balls came near and each burst into
sparkling flame and were deflected back toward Albus who barely had
time to react and reflect them. “Not bad.” “I
almost missed the last quarter,” Albus said. “Try this.”
With a swiping motion with both hands Albus sent out his own cutting
blade of lighted spells. Harry’s hands moved in a crisscross
motion and cut through the light with spells of his own. “Want
to see my secret weapon?” Harry asked. “Show
me then,” Albus said. “Watch
for this, you might get hit,” Harry said. “Keep
it a lower level in case you hit me,” Albus said. Harry nodded
and did some quick hand movements sending what looked like a hundred
spells at once. There was no identifiable pattern to the cast and
Albus was quickly trying to maneuver but Harry never relented until
the casting looked like swirling squiggles of streams coming toward
Albus and there was no way for him to defend it. The first spell hit
and after that first hit of such power, the rest of the spells hit
Albus and he was falling back. Harry reached out and made a fist
quickly and pulled the spells back. Albus was stumbling almost ready
to fall when Hermione screamed. Harry sent out a spell as quick as
lightening and caught Albus before he fell. “Sorry,”
Harry breathed heavy and Albus was out of breath altogether. “You
okay?” “I…I’m…okay,”
Albus breathed. Harry went to him and held his bicep to steady him. “Let
me take you in,” Harry said. Albus nodded quickly. “Let
me fragment you in. It’s quicker. You don’t need to see
Poppy do you?” “No,
I’m just…just out of breath,” Albus gasped. “You
don’t sound too good,” Harry said. “You sure you’re
okay?” “I’m
old, Harry. This is what old is,” Albus said. “And I’m
no match for you at my age.” “There
is no match for me at all,” Harry said. “But you’re
as close as it gets. You give a good fight. Best I’ve had ever.
You fight like me…or, I should say that I fight like you.” “You
do well,” Albus said as they reached the steps. “Fragment
me. I’m tired.” “I’m
taking him to his quarters,” Harry said. “Draco, take Ron
and Herm to our room. I need to…just take them. I’ll be
there in a bit.” Harry slipped his arm around Albus and they
vanished. “Our
room?” Ron asked Draco who smirked. “The
den,” Draco said. “That’s what we call it. And…you
know we both use dope, so don’t be surprised when you get
there, okay? Don’t give the speech either. We’re detoxing
tomorrow anyway. We can’t wait.” “That’s
great,” Ron said following Draco down the hallway. “Really
good, Draco. I’m glad you talked him into it.” “It
was his idea,” Draco told them. “Well, it was mutual, I
suppose. It’s a fucking pain to try and keep up with doses just
to feel normal all the time. Not worth it. And…we want
something else.” “What?”
Ron asked. “Each
other,” Draco said quietly with a grin of contentment. “That’s
so sweet,” Hermione said in her female way. “I think
you’re so good for Harry, Draco. That’s hard for me to
believe sometimes, but…I see how you both are together. And I
believe it’s genuine.” “Yeah,”
Ron said. “I think so, too. I can’t believe he asked us
to that hidden room. He would never allow it before. Why do you think
he did that, Draco?” “It
can’t be good,” Draco said. “Since we’re
detoxing tomorrow, maybe he just said what the hell.” “There
has to be a reason he asked us here,” Hermione said as they
stopped in the hallway. Draco gave the password and they all entered
the den. Ron and Hermione looked around and noticed the very nice
bed. “Nice,”
Ron said of it. “Yours?” Ron teased. “Ours,”
Draco corrected. “Harry is a remarkable lover. Impressive.
Incredible even. You wouldn’t believe it.” Draco sat on
his crate. “Oh,
I’d believe it,” Hermione said. “Harry is
experienced.” “Not
with you,” Ron said to her. “You
never know, Ron,” Hermione teased and they laughed softly.
Harry entered as they were laughing. “What’s
so funny?” Harry asked with a grin. “You
and Hermione having sex,” Draco said. Harry pulled Hermione
into his arms and leaned her over in a dip. “Hermione,
baby, you know I just loved that last sex we had,” Harry said
seductively in play. “Oh,
Harry, it was my dream come true, darling,” Hermione gave the
return play before Harry kissed her. Ron pulled Harry up and they
both laughed. “Get
your lips off her,” Ron said. “Jealous,
Ron?” Harry said coming to sit on the crate. Ron and Hermione
sat on the other two crates.
“Hell,
no,” Ron said. “Not of you. You’re a freak so go to
hell.” “I’m
in hell,” Harry said. “And…I need to ask you both
favors. But first I’m shooting up. Last time so get over it.
You know how this works anyway. You both have seen it.” “Fine,”
Ron said. “Ron,
I think you need to tell Hermione something,” Harry said.
“Because I can’t do it anymore.” “Hermione,
I’ve been using pills,” Ron said. “Remember that
sack of pills you saw in my drawer two weeks ago, you were right.
They’re mine. But I have been cutting back and I’m
getting out of it soon.” “I
knew it already, Ron,” Hermione said. “And I have a
confession of my own since we are making them. I’ve used a few
things myself over the last two years. Not as heavy as the Hiddle,
but Lacey and I did use some inhalants. Lotuscel.” Harry and
Draco laughed. “What’s so funny?” “I
made that shit,” Harry said looking at her. “I made that
lotuscel. I’m the only one who can make it. You were using
something I made. That fucks with my head.” “Herm,
we made some lotuscel recently that is much better than the last,”
Draco said pulling out a vial from the sack he and Harry had and
holding it up. “This is the best. Ron, you ever done it?” “Twice
with Fred,” Ron said. “And once with Harry.” “You
want this?” Draco asked them. “Harry?” “Go
ahead,” Harry said. “This is our last party night. Get
high with us.” Harry told Hermione and Ron who looked at the
other. “And when you take that lotuscel, you’ll both want
sex, so there’s the bed.” “We
cant do that here with…” Hermione said of the two others
there. “Hermione,
you’d be shocked to know just what Harry and I have seen and
done. I guarantee that there’s nothing either of you have or
can do that we haven’t seen or done,” Draco said with the
smirk. “But,
I couldn’t do that with you and Harry here,” Hermione
said. “You
will if you hit this vial,” Draco said tossing it to Ron. “It’s
up to you. We don’t care either way.” Draco pulled up the
drug into two syringes for him and Harry. “Let
me watch you do that,” Hermione said coming to sit on the other
crate. Ron came over too and popped the vial of the lotuscel. “Ron,
that lotuscel will last for twenty minutes,” Harry said. “Not
just a few, so…you’re warned. It’s intense.” “Twenty
minutes?” Hermione asked in disbelief. “Oh my god.”
Draco threw the band over to Harry who wrapped up his arm and thumped
his vein hard. “Does
that hurt?” Hermione asked of the injection. “The needle
or the drug?” “No,
feels great,” Harry said. “You want a hit of this?
Something small? I can hit your vein. I’m a fucking pro.” “I
don’t know,” Hermione said. “Ron? Have you ever
done that?” “No,”
Ron said. “I’ve wanted to.” “You
want this?” Harry held up the syringe. “Last chance. I’m
giving this shit up tomorrow.” “Herm,
would you care? How long does that last?” Ron asked. “First
time, maybe a half hour,” Harry said. “I’m not
giving you but a quarter of what I take. Me and Draco have a high
tolerance.” Draco had injected and put the needle on the crate
and sat back for a moment. “You want this?” Ron nodded.
Harry wrapped Ron’s upper arm with the band tightly and felt
for his vein. “Ready?” Ron nodded and Harry inserted the
needle and plunged just a quarter of the amount into his vein. Harry
snapped off the band and Ron swayed a moment as the intensity of the
high hit. “Holy
shit,” Ron breathed. “Oh my god that is fucking awesome.
I think I’m going to pass out.” “No,
you won’t,” Harry said. “Herm?” “I…I
don’t know, Harry,” Hermione said. “I’ve
never done that. I don’t think I could.” “You
don’t have to,” Harry said. “Ron, you good?” “Hell
yeah,” Ron said quietly as he closed his eyes. “Damn.
That’s something. No wonder you love this shit.” “Okay,
do it to me,” Hermione held out her arm. “Is that safe?” “I’m
giving you a new needle,” Harry said as Draco handed him one.
Harry pulled up the drug into a new needle, banded Hermione and
injected her with the same dose as Ron. “There.” Hermione
closed her eyes and was speechless. “I just injected my two
friends, Draco. That is fucked up for me. I feel like shit over it.” “Last
time,” Draco said. “Don’t worry about it. Here, let
me help.” Draco pulled out another packet and heated it in the
spoon for Harry. “I’m getting you fucked up tonight.” “I
see that,” Harry said as Draco filled a full syringe just for
Harry. “Are you trying to kill me?” “Yeah,”
Draco said as Harry pulled up the rest of the drug into Draco’s
syringe. “You trying to kill me, too?” “Yeah,”
Harry grinned and handed it to him. “Oh
god, Harry,” Hermione said of her high. “This shit is
great. Why didn’t you talk me into this sooner?” “Because
I didn’t want you to be a junkie like me,” Harry said.
“You want something really good? Have sex and when you start to
get off take a hit of that lotuscel. That will fuck you up bad.”
Harry watched as Draco took another hit before Harry’s first.
Harry took the band and wrapped it around his arm as Ron and Hermione
began to kiss. “This may turn into an orgy. And…I don’t
think I can handle it. I can’t do anything with them. That
would fuck with my brain.” Harry motioned to the kissers before
he injected his drug and took the incredible high of his limit. “Oh
fuck…” Harry dropped the needle on the crate and leaned
against the wall in his overly intoxicated state. “Draco…I
am seriously fried…oh god…how much did you put in
there?” “Two
grams,” Draco slurred. “Oh
shit,” Harry closed his eyes and was almost falling off his
seat. “I’m fucked. Oh god…I think I’m going
to fall out.” “Hold
on. Don’t pass out,” Draco said. “Can you make it
to the bed?” “Yeah,
I think…well, no…okay, I’ll try,” Harry
said falling off the crate and crawling to the bed. Harry heard a
thump and looked over to see Hermione had fallen off her crate. They
all laughed a bit. Harry noticed Ron trying to help in his
intoxicated state so Harry went over to help them. They eventually
managed to get Hermione to the bed where she lay with a flop. “Ron,”
Hermione breathed. “I…oh god…Harry?” “What?
I’m here,” Harry said crawling over her to get to Draco.
Hermione let her hand trail over Harry’s body as he crawled
over her. Her hand skimmed his crotch in the process where she gave a
light squeeze. “Um…Herm?” “Oh…”
Hermione laughed in her state of half consciousness. “Nice,
Harry. I’m sure Draco will be pleased to see that,”
Hermione giggled. “She
is fried, man,” Draco said watching Harry. “She
is out of it,” Harry lay on Draco and they began to kiss. Harry
pulled off his shirt and threw it while assisting Draco off with his
own. Their shoes were also cast off. Hermione watched them kiss. “That
is so cool,” Hermione slurred. “I like watching that. Are
you going to have sex?” “Well,
probably,” Draco said. Harry chuckled softly. “Why
do you want to watch that, too?” Harry asked kissing over
Draco’s chest. “Yeah,”
Hermione breathed. Harry looked to her. “Are
you sure? You’re fried, Hermione. It’s hilarious,”
Harry said. “I
know,” Hermione said in her sated state. “Oh fuck I feel
great.” “Ron,
do her,” Draco said. “Kiss her.” “Huh?”
Ron asked. “Oh…I’m high, Draco. I…damn I
can hardly move.” “You
need to kiss Hermione,” Draco said. “You
do it,” Ron said. “You
want me to kiss your girlfriend?” Draco laughed. “Yeah,”
Harry said. “Do it. I want to see. Herm, can Draco kiss you?”
Hermione reached over and Draco leaned into kiss her slowly and
masterfully. Hermione ran her fingers through his hair. “Whoa,”
Ron said. “Oh fuck that makes me hot.” “Ron,
if you can, Herm will really enjoy sex while she’s reeling on
the drug,” Harry said. “And you will, too. It’s
great while you’re high.” “But…you
and Draco are here,” Ron said. “I don’t know if I
can do that.” “I’m
with Draco, you be with Herm,” Harry said. “We won’t
watch. We’ll be too busy, but if it bothers you, we can go to
the bathroom.” “I…I
don’t guess,” Ron said. “Harry, I’m fried. I
don’t know what I’m doing.” Draco and Hermione’s
kiss ended. “How
wonderful,” Hermione said. “You kiss great, Draco. Ron,
Draco is a great kisser.” “Yes,
I know,” Ron said and the guys laughed. “I’ve
kissed him.” “You
did? Can I see?” Hermione said. “Please, baby.” “Draco,
save some kissing for me, please,” Harry said. “I
didn’t know you Gryffindors were all into the orgy thing,”
Draco said. “Come here, Ron.” Ron leaned over and Draco
and he kissed hard and deep. “Oh
hell that is such a turn on,” Harry said. “I
love to watch that,” Hermione said. “Am I sick for liking
to see that?” “No,
it’s hot,” Harry said. “They can both kiss great.” “You
kiss good, too, Harry,” Hermione said. “I talked with
Dylan Cross and he says you’re a great lay. And so does Draco.” “You
want a piece of me, Herm?” Harry teased. “I’m
scared of you, Harry,” Hermione laughed. Ron and Draco broke
the kiss in laughs at Hermione’s admission. “Are
you really scared of me?” Harry asked. “Sort
of sometimes,” Hermione said. “Everybody is sometimes
when you do funky shit. But…it’s so you. Just you…and
we all know it. Very cool that you do…stuff.” “Yeah,
okay,” Harry said taking over on Draco’s stomach and
kissing up to his chest flicking a nipple with his tongue. “You’re
not scared of me, are you Draco?” “Hell,
no,” Draco said. “Well, unless you get in that mood and
give me seven orgasms within a limited amount of time again. I’m
serious, Harry, you almost killed me with that shit.” “You
loved it,” Harry said. “I’m the only one that can
do that, you know.” “Yes,
I know,” Draco said with a wide smile. “That’s why
I’m not letting you go, baby.” Draco hauled Harry up to
him and they intertwined. “Seven
orgasms. Holy shit,” Ron said shaking his head and knowing he
couldn’t take it. “I
let him rest a bit between them,” Harry said burying his face
in Draco’s neck. Draco linked his legs with Harry’s and
held on. “Just a bit.” Harry laughed as he continued his
assault on the pale skin. “Harry
Potter you’re an evil bastard from hell,” Draco said.
“Nobody knows how evil you are but me.” “That’s
right,” Harry said in amusement. “And nobody would
believe you, you Death Eater trash.” Draco laughed pulling
Harry’s head up to claim his kiss. Harry’s hands skimmed
down over Draco’s crotch and kneaded it gently making Draco
moan into the kiss. “Damn,”
Ron said. “Herm, are you watching this?” “I
can’t take my eyes off it,” Hermione giggled again. “Do
you want to watch me suck Draco off?” Harry asked them with a
laugh. “I
wouldn’t mind watching that,” Ron said. “I’m
high as a kite. I think that would be entertainment.” “I’ve
never had oral sex,” Hermione said. Harry looked at Ron. “You
never went down on Herm?” Harry asked with a grin. “No,”
Ron said. “I just…never have.” “Oh
my god,” Harry said. “You weakling. She’d love it.” “I’ve
never done that either,” Draco said. Harry gave him a wide-eyed
look. “You’ve
never been down on a woman?” Harry asked Draco who shook his
head. “Ron, you’ve never either?” Ron shook his
head. “For the love of all that is holy. I can’t believe
you two. It’s great.” “You
do it then,” Ron said and giving a laugh. “Maybe you can
teach us something.” “Are
you serious?” Hermione asked. “Why,
would you do it?” Draco asked. “I…I
don’t know,” Hermione said. “This is odd lying here
in a bed with the three of you talking about oral sex with me.” “I’ll
do it, if you want me to, Herm,” Harry said. “But only if
Ron and Draco do something.” “Oh
god,” Ron said. “I don’t know. I’ve never
been with a guy, Harry, you know that.” “I
do know it. Draco, would you do it?” Harry asked. “Yeah.
Sure,” Draco said. “Ron can top or…I’ll give
head.” “I
can’t believe we’re doing this,” Hermione said as
Ron and Harry changed places. “This is crazy.” “What
do you want, Ron?” Draco asked. “Don’t think about
it. You want me to suck you off? Harry will tell you I’m good
at that.” “Hell
yes he is,” Harry said. “Herm, this is a bit difficult
with your clothes on.” “Harry,
I don’t know if I can do this with you,” Hermione said.
“I don’t want to ruin our friendship.” “If
you don’t want to, we won’t,” Harry said. “It
won’t affect me that way. I still see you as my friend. This is
just something I’ll give you if you want it. Like a special
favor.” “Are
you sure? Do you think I’ll see you differently afterward?”
Hermione asked. “No,
you won’t,” Draco said moving over to Ron and kissing him
lightly while fumbling with his belt. “It’ll be good,
don’t worry about it. Go with it,” Ron pulled Draco to
him and leaned back to allow his pants to be taken down. Harry moved
up a bit to half lie on Hermione and gently rub her stomach propped
up next to her. “Don’t
worry about it, Herm,” Harry said. “We won’t if it
bothers you.” “I
want to know what it’s like,” Hermione said. “But…we’ve
never been this way, Harry.” “Look
at my dragon,” Harry said as he and Hermione watched Draco give
that expert head he knew how to give. “He’s great.” “That
doesn’t bother you to watch him do that to someone else?”
Hermione asked. “Does
it bother you to see Ron getting it?” Harry asked. “No,”
Hermione said. “I like seeing Ron getting pleasured like that.
I never had considered it before.” “Herm,
oh god…let Harry do it,” Ron said with a gasp at what
Draco was doing. “Oh fuck…I want to see…”
Harry looked to Hermione who nodded. “Alright,”
Hermione said. “Be gentle with me, Harry.” “Always.
Just relax. You’ll like it,” Harry said before giving her
a light kiss on her lips and then down to her neck as his hand
slipped slowly down her stomach to gently move between her legs.
Hermione let herself go and enjoy the sensations. After a while,
Harry had undone the fastenings on her pants and he moved down to tug
them off slowly allowing her time to adjust and become comfortable.
Harry touched her silky thighs slowly and gently tugged on her tiny
yellow lace panties. She wiggled her hips and helped off with them.
Harry slid them down slowly over her legs and kissed her foot when
she lifted it so that Harry could take them off. “Oh
hell,” Draco said coming up a bit to watch the seduction of
Hermione. Ron was leaning back against the wall while Draco went down
again on his cock making him hiss with the feeling. Harry leaned to
kiss Hermione’s stomach slowly with soft lips and breath.
Hermione ran her fingers through his soft hair and she hummed softly
at feeling his breath on her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Harry was
very patient in allowing Hermione to enjoy each touch. Harry began at
the inside of her knee and kissed methodically downward slowly to the
inside of her thigh. Tenderly Harry nuzzled for a moment in her
crotch before allowing himself to kiss the soft folds of skin there. “Harry…oh
god…” Hermione breathed. “That’s wonderful…” “That’s
nothing,” Harry said. “Feel this…” Harry
gently parted her body and with his tongue flat he slowly gave a long
lick upward over the tenderest spot. Hermione gasped with a whimper
before Harry began to circle the tiny growing nub there expertly
knowing exactly the places that would drive her wild. “Oh
fuck…” Hermione closed her eyes and let herself feel
every tingle and touch Harry was giving. “Oh god…oh god
yes…don’t stop…” “He
won’t, trust me,” Draco said pulling up from Ron’s
cock. “Do you want to top me?” “Yeah,”
Ron said. “Why not? You have to tell me because…I don’t
want to hurt you or anything.” “That’s
a first from you,” Draco laughed with Ron. “Want to
help?” Draco said of his clothing. Ron moved Draco’s
hands and undressed him slowly. “Don’t be shy.” “He’s
not,” Hermione said. “Go for it, Ron. Oh damn, Harry…”
Hermione whimpered as Harry went a bit rougher just for a moment as
he slid two fingers inside her and began to rub a very sensitive
spot. “Oh holy shit…oh god!” Hermione bucked her
hips slightly. “I
think she likes it,” Ron grinned and Draco and Hermione
laughed. “Shut
up, I’m trying to do something here,” Harry said before
he went back to his own pleasure of giving. “I
think you’re doing a great job,” Draco said. “You
should see the look on her face, Harry.” “Oh
god this is so damn good,” Hermione said. “Ron, you’ll
be doing this all the time to me now. I hope you’re watching
what he’s doing.” “I’m
watching,” Ron said. “But I’m watching this, too.”
Ron took Draco’s cock in his hand and stroked it for a moment. “Harry,
where’s the lube?” Draco asked. Harry never stopped what
he was doing but stretched out his other hand and summoned the lube
and tossed it to Draco smoothly. “Damn, he’s so
coordinated.” Hermione laughed and then gasped several times in
succession when Harry slid in his smallest finger into her ass while
two others were in her vagina. “Fuck!”
Hermione breathed at feeling herself penetrated so fully and enjoying
Harry’s tongue on her clitoris. Harry’s tongue was truly
skilled and he flicked it repeatedly over the spots that made
Hermione writhe. “Give
it to her, Harry. Give her that Harry Potter sex magic,” Draco
grinned as he lay back and Ron used the lube to slide a finger into
Draco’s ass. “Oh yeah…do it to me, Ron…” “That
is something I thought I would never hear,” Harry raised up
long enough to say and they all gave a short laugh. “Harry,
oh hell…” Hermione said when Harry began to work his
fingers slowly and deeper into her body with an upped pace. Harry’s
mouth and tongue encompassed her flesh and she was lost into the
erotic pleasures. Ron continued with his fingers into Draco’s
ass. “Come
on,” Draco said. “I’m ready…” Draco
assisted Ron with the entry into his body slowly. “One quick
thrust all the way…do it…” Ron held Draco and
gave the full length of himself into Draco’s ass and stilled
for a moment to allow him to get used to the feeling. “Oh
god…oh yeah…okay…okay…do it…”
Ron pulled back and bit with a hard breath and began to move giving
tiny thrusts. “Go all the way out and then back in.” Ron
obeyed and the feeling was much better. “Oh yeah like
that…Harry, Ron’s is the other way from yours.”
Draco laughed with Ron. “I
knew that,” Ron said. “Harry’s is flipped up.” “It
is?” Hermione asked. “I never noticed.” “That’s
because he never had a hard on around you. He’s gay,” Ron
said. “Yeah,
he looks gay right now doing that to Hermione, Ron,” Draco said
sarcastically. Harry stopped to laugh. “Stop
it, I’m busy here,” Harry said. “I’m enjoying
this. I’m bisexual so go to hell. Sorry Herm. Smack these
idiots for making me stop.” Harry began again on her and
Hermione smacked the other two on the arm playfully. “Leave
him alone,” Hermione said. “Please, god just leave him
alone. This is incredible…oh god yes…” “Damn,
Draco…” Ron said. “This is great. Is this okay?” “Feels
wonderful,” Draco said. “Harry, give Hermione the thing.” “What
thing?” Hermione asked. Harry pushed deep inside her with his
fingers and touched a rough spot. With a thought he send the tingling
magic from his fingers into her and she screamed a bit. “Aaahhh!”
Hermione gasped. “That
thing,” Draco grinned. “Ron, you can fuck me harder if
you want. I like it.” “Good,
I wanted to,” Ron said. “I can’t believe I’m
doing this.” “Harry…oh
god…oh hell…” Hermione began to pant and gasp at
feeling herself becoming numb and her clit began to swell into
tightness. “Oh god…oh god…” Hermione held
Harry’s head with both hands and he never relented but moved
his skilled tongue over and over in the way he knew would bring the
orgasm the hardest. Harry’s fingers worked pushing into her a
bit faster and he began to send the tingling waves through her at
each crest into her body. “Oh god…Harry…Harry,
yes…do it…I’m going to have an orgasm…please
don’t stop…” “Do
it, Ron,” Draco gasped as he started to stroke his own cock
while Ron moved a bit so that he could hold on tighter to Draco. Ron
began pounding hard into Draco’s ass as he watched the dragon
fist his own large cock begging it to give him release. Hermione
pulled Harry’s head down onto her grinding her crotch up to
meet his hungry mouth. “Yes,
Harry…oh…oh god…I’m ready…please…”
Hermione breathed heavy and the tiny sting of her orgasm began. Harry
pushed deep and sent a hard wave of the magic through her taking her
over the edge as his tongue flicked her tiny nub as it convulsed with
her throaty screams of delight. “Yes! Yes! Oh…Oh…Harry!”
Harry helped her orgasm play on and on and on magically as he
lessened the tingling waves inside her and slowed his tongue as her
body trembled violently. When she began to shy away a bit he stopped
and kissed up her stomach and placed a tiny kiss on her lips. “I
hope you enjoyed that as much as I did,” Harry said. “I
haven’t done that in a long time. I was almost out of
practice.” “You
did great,” Hermione said. “Oh fuck that. You did fucking
incredibly perfect. Holy shit. That magic thing…oh god.”
Harry grinned and then they both watched Ron and Draco’s
expressions as they both gave hard groans and came within seconds of
each other. “That is fucked up.” “Oh
god I love it,” Harry said. “My Draco is so damn sexy.
And Ron looks satisfied.” “He
is,” Hermione said. “He gets that look after he comes and
I just love it.” Ron’s face was in a sort of scowling
that looked like he might cry at any moment. “I
see that,” Harry said. “And Draco gets that completely
satisfied look. See that?” “Stop
talking about me,” Draco grinned. “So, Harry, you’re
the only who hasn’t got off yet.” “I
know it,” Harry said. “It was worth it to me. I haven’t
been with a female in…” Harry thought long and hard.
“Since Kendra I guess.” “Me
either,” Draco said. “Kendra
Crowley? Seamus’ cousin,” Ron said pulling himself from
Draco. “You’re great, Draco.” “Yes,
I know,” Draco said and Harry lay back and laughed. “How
about it Harry? What do you want? There are three of us here.” “I
want nothing,” Harry said. “I’m tired. Do you know
how much shit I have done today? Holy hell. I can’t believe me
sometimes.” “That
Dementor thing was scary as hell,” Ron said. “I
watched it from the stands,” Hermione said. “Scared me to
death. “Really?
I was more scared for Draco,” Harry said. “Dementors
aren’t anything anymore to me. I kept one here at school for
the summer so I could practice with it.” “You
did what?” Hermione looked up. “You stupid fool. What the
hell were you thinking?” “I
was thinking that I’d learn how to kill Dementors and save your
stupid ass,” Harry said. “Aren’t you glad I learned
to do that?” “Well,
since you put it that way, yeah,” Ron said. “They freak
me out.” “I
named my Dementor,” Harry laughed. “I called him John.
Albus thought it was funny. I kept him in a sort of stasis. Did you
know that Dementors have bodies that look sort of like rotty
skeletons? I think I am the only person to ever see a Dementor
naked.” Harry laughed hard. “I’ve seen Voldemort
naked, too. Oh hell, I’m fucked up. I am one sick bastard.” “If
you’re thinking of the Dark Lord naked, then yes, you are
sick,” Draco sat up. “I
wonder if he gets laid?” Harry asked. “I can see that.
He’s got that powerful dominating thing going on. I’m
sure he gets his share.” “You
are sick,” Ron said. “You
have no idea just how sick he is,” Draco said. “Harry
is…very unusual.” Draco ran his fingers through Harry’s
hair. “That
reminds me, I need a favor from you Herm and Ron,” Harry said.
“I will be in detox for three days. Herm, I’m expecting
an important package by owl post within two days. Do not open it. I’m
going to give you the password to this room. Bring the package here
and put it under the bed and hide it.” “What
is it?” Hermione asked. “Just
stuff,” Harry said. “Don’t worry about it. Just
bring it here and don’t open it.” “What
do you want me to do?” Ron asked. “I
will have two pieces of correspondence I’ll need you to send on
Thursday,” Harry said. “Don’t use Hedwig. Use two
of the black school owls but remove their Hogwarts tags before you
send the correspondence. Don’t forget to remove the tags
whatever you do.” “Very
interesting,” Hermione said. “You’re sending
letters to someone who knows you but doesn’t know you’re
in school?” “Something
like that,” Harry said. “If
they know who you are, then they know you’re in school,”
Ron said. “You’re Harry Potter and it’s sort of
hard to not know that. The whole world knows you go to school here.” “I
don’t go by that name or identity to these individuals,”
Harry said. “They don’t know it’s me. They think my
name is James.” “It
is,” Draco said. “Very
true, but not James Harrison,” Harry said. “Why
would you need an alias?” Hermione asked. Harry put his arm
around her. “Hermione,
honey, I love you to death, but you really irritate me with your
investigative shit sometimes,” Harry said. “I
think you could actually tell them, Harry,” Draco said.
“They’re loyal to you without question.” “Tell
us what?” Ron asked. “Hold
on,” Draco thought. “Ravius knows your name is Harry.” “It’s
not Ravius I’m corresponding with,” Harry said. “It’s
two colleagues of mine. Other…other ones who find things.” “Ravius?”
Hermione whispered. “I’ve heard that name.” “It’s
your call, Harry,” Draco said moving over a bit to put his leg
over Harry’s stomach and lean against the wall next to Ron.
“Tell them if you want.” “I
don’t know if I can do that,” Harry said. “They
know that Harry Potter person and they think he’s great.” “And
you’re not him?” Ron asked. “You’re some
other person? Are you on polyjuice?” “No,”
Harry laughed. “But
he is two completely different people,” Draco said. “He’s
Harry most of the time. But…not always. I told you he was
evil.” “Now
I’m definitely interested,” Hermione turned over to lie
on her stomach and look up at Harry. “You know I’ll hound
the hell out of you until you tell me something. I can do it.
Remember last year?” “Oh
god,” Harry said. “You drove me insane with all your nit
picking. I almost locked myself in this room and refused to come out
because of you.” “I
know,” Ron said. “You’re still gone for days at a
time. Where do you go anyway? Here?” “He’s
all over,” Draco said. “Here, Hogsmeade, London, Rome,
Venice…” “You
never know when to shut up do you?” Harry asked with a grin. “It’s
not one of my strong points, no,” Draco said. “You know
that. I’ve always known how to push you around. And you like
it, so shut up.” Harry rubbed Draco’s legs. “You
have such nice legs, baby,” Harry said of Draco’s legs. “Don’t
change the subject,” Hermione said. “Yeah,
Harry. Come on. Tell us some good interesting shit,” Ron got
comfortable and propped his feet up on the bed. “We’re
all lying here half naked and high anyway. Besides, we don’t
get much of your crazy dangerous crap anymore. Give me my Harry
Potter adrenaline fix.” “I
do miss doing that stuff,” Hermione said. “I never
admitted it, but you know I miss it. All that investigative shit and
research into…finding out what we needed to know and sneaking
around on the edge of danger trying to find out what was going on. I
fucking loved it.” “See?
I knew it,” Harry said. “You both complained to me all
the time how dangerous everything I did was and now you want me to
drag you along on something else.” “You
got anything for us to do? We’re bored, man,” Ron said.
“School without doing some of your strange shit isn’t
worth much anymore. The thing with the skeletons and your mom’s
wand reminded me how much I miss doing that stuff with the three of
us. Or…the four of us now.” “Draco
was involved most of the time in some way,” Hermione said. “I
was trying to figure out what the three of you were doing,”
Draco said. “I didn’t have anyone with brains enough
around me to do anything worthwhile or fun, so I followed you all
around a bit.” “You
all want an assignment then?” Harry asked with a laugh. “Lay
it on me,” Ron said. “And it’s about time, too,
damn you.” “Yeah,
Harry, you shit,” Hermione said. “Get us involved in
something. But tell me how dangerous it is first.” “Now,
Hermione, you know that I always find the most dangerous thing,”
Harry said. “But this doesn’t even involve Voldemort at
all. And…since Draco, my darling, brought it up, I think I may
need to explain a few things to you both first. But…Draco, you
want a shot before we talk?” “Yeah,
let’s do it,” Draco said. “You both want another
one?” “I
do,” Ron said. “Since it’s the last night and all.
You, Herm?” “I’ll
try that lotuscel,” Hermione said. “I like that stuff.
Are we dressing?” “Hell
no,” Harry said. “But
you’re the only one still dressed,” Draco said. “Get
naked.” “Fine,”
Harry said pulling off his belt and his pants fell in the floor
without Harry touching them. “You’re
too skinny,” Hermione said. “Go
to hell. I’m fine,” Harry said. “You
are bit thin, Harry,” Ron said. “Don’t
listen to them. You’re sexy as hell,” Draco said. “Thank
you, baby,” Harry said and stuck out his tongue at Hermione and
Ron. “Here, Herm.” Harry handed her the lotuscel. “Do
that now so you’ll be coherent when I decide to tell you
stuff.” They all took the crates and eventually all had taken
what they wanted and were sitting around in the lulls of a light
high.
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Tomorrow Will Come
Chapter 09: Chapter 9
By: Kimberjingle
Chapter 9:
Azkaban Break Out, Friends as Bed Mates