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Yours to the End	By : Abremaline Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2427 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title;
Yours to the
End

Author; Abremaline

Rating: NC17

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Disclaimer; I am not now, nor have I ever been J.K. Rowling, therefore I
am unable to take any credit at all, for these glorious characters.

Summary: Azkaban was destroyed during the war and Draco is due to be
given the harshest punishment there is for his crimes committed as a Death
Eater. Harry goes to see him one last time, before the final curse.

Yours
to the End

The
sound of his slow steps echoed off the stone walls as Harry walked. It was an
abuse of his authority being here and he knew that, but he had to see him one
last time, the man who had in so many ways decided Harry�s destiny. His head
was hung low and his shoulders were hunched as he descended lower into the
dungeons of the Ministry�s prison. This was the temporary replacement to
Azkaban. This and a final curse, one that would end it all.

On the
lowest level Harry stopped in front of the door to the only cell. The stench
and filth seemed to permeate through as the wizard hero raised his wand and
muttered the words that would unlock the wards and let him in.

The
door clanged shut behind him and Harry was left in darkness. His throat closed
for a moment refusing to work, not from the smell, but from fear and nerves.
Eventually he managed to form the words; they seemed very loud in the pervading
silence of the dungeons. �Lumos.�

Complaining
of the sudden light his eyes clenched shut of their own accord. Blinking a few
times before he could finally see, Harry examined the room that he was standing
in, there was not much to see, four walls, a bed and toilet, there were not
even any windows.

In the
centre of the bed sat Draco Malfoy, looking as though he had been expecting
this visit. The blonde man had asked the ministry for this when they had
sentenced him to death, that had been his last request, to see Harry Potter
alone on the night before he died. The ministry had denied him, stating that
they were not foolish enough to send Mr Potter to his death.

Harry
smiled at the memory as he stood looking at Draco Malfoy, transfixed by image
of him. He seemed like an Angel trapped in Hell in this filthy room. His hair
was as tidy, clean and looked after as it always had been, his skin seemed to
glow in the dull light from Harry�s wand. They would kill this man tomorrow,
yet here he sat cool, calm, collected and patient. More than that, his
shoulders were back and his head was raised, as proud and superior as he always
had been, almost feline in his ways.

The
two looked at each other for what seemed an eternity, lost in a thousand memories.
From Madame Malkin�s robe shop to Quiddich at Hogwarts, the many battles they
had fought against the other and the nights they had shared. It would end
tomorrow; neither had ever thought it would. No more would there be thrill of
an opposite to challenge them and push them forward towards heights they may
never have reached otherwise. They had kept each other sane when no one could
by flinging insults and spells, and sometimes by sharing passionate embraces

The
green eyes locked with silver ones across the expanse between them, there were
no words for what they shared, nothing to be said that could comfort the other.
So, Harry stood and Draco sat, each the ultimate opposite of the other.

An
eternity seemed to pass before the silence was inevitably broken by Draco�s
impatience. �Potter, have a seat. I would offer you a drink but the service
here is dreadful.�

A
small smile made its way across Harry�s face as stepped towards the bed that
was the only seat. �It�s alright.� He stated, reaching into the pocket of his
cloak and proffering a flask. �I thought I would be a polite guest and bring
you a drink instead.�

It was
the first time the blonde man had laughed in almost two months as Harry sat and
Draco took a large mouthful from the flask. �Well, they say alcohol is the
solution to your every problem.� The blonde man smirked sadistically, �Guess
we�ll find out.� He took another large swig before handing the flask back.

�You�re
a twisted piece of shit Malfoy, you know that don�t you?� Harry chuckled softly
before finishing what was left of the bourbon and tucking the empty flask back
into his robes.

The
blonde man simply shrugged and replied, �Well I wouldn�t be here if I weren�t.�
he paused to look over and grin at the other man, �and neither would you.�

The
acknowledgement of Harry�s presence and the underlying hint as to why he was
there hung heavy in the air between them. Neither had ever spoken of the
nightly visits before, certainly they had never mentioned the reasons before. This
visit was different though, and they both knew it. Different because this would
be the last, the curse would see to that.

They
each sat awkwardly, Harry fidgeting slightly with the hem of his robes. They
wanted to say something to the other, they knew that something really should be
said, but there was no way to voice what they had or what they were feeling. So
they sat in the thickening silence that seemed to clench around their lungs and
slice through their limbs.

�Oh
for fucks sake Potter! We�re not virgins anymore.� Draco reached over and
grabbed Harry by the front of his robes pulling him forward and slamming their
mouths together.

This
was how it always happened. It was the only way they knew how to push past all
the barriers that stood between them. It had to be a sudden and hurried move.
They had to surprise themselves. Make it a rush of heat that was too fast to be
able to stop themselves.

The
heat and lust and need quickly replaced the uneasiness. Hands pushed their way
under robes, moulding against each other�s skin, whilst at the same time
tearing and pulling at each other. Harry straddled himself on Draco�s lap,
knees either side of the blonde man�s upper thighs.

His
mouth slid down to the perfect neck and his hands carefully removed Draco�s
robe and shirt. He folded each item, then placed them reverently on the end of
the small bed. He always allowed this small curtesy to Draco, because that�s
the sort of man his opposite was. Pedantic.

Draco
offered a similar curtesy. First removing the lubricant that he knew Harry
would have brought with him then flinging the robe across the length of the
small cell (the flask that had held the bourbon clanked loudly where it
landed.) Harry�s shirt he threw in a slightly different direction. Harry
appreciated the small gesture, especially as he knew that this show of
impulsiveness was solely for his own benefit and had to be annoying the other
man.

He
placed his hands on the pale chest, slowly moving them downwards, absorbing the
contours of the muscle moving under Draco�s flesh. The sound of the quickened
harsh breathing on his neck and shoulder was making his blood race faster; the
feel of it sent tingles along his flesh. Strong hands were grasping at his arse
trying to pull Harry forward, trying to pull their groins against each other.

Harry
shifted his hips rocking them into Draco�s, bodies connecting a little more
forcefully then had been intended. But the pressure against his cock was
exquisite. There was a groan, the kind of animalistic noise that came from some
place deep within and Harry was not sure if it was him who had made the sound
or Draco. The two had become too melded to be able to tell anymore.

Harry�s
mouth instinctively sought Draco�s as he roughly pushed the other man back,
collapsing them into a tumble on the small bunk. There were moans as hands
hungrily grabbed at each other�s bodies, quickly smoothing over the well-known
contours of Harry�s back and Draco�s chest, their mouths still devouring each
other.

Harry
made a sound of pleasure that was half moan and half sigh as he raised mouth
from Draco�s, quickly tasting the other man�s tongue once more before sliding
down to the tantalizing skin of Draco�s pale neck. He sucked a bit of flesh
there into his mouth, wetting it with his lips then grazing it with his tongue
and teeth along it before letting go.

His
hands linked with Draco�s, holding them together above the blonde head, pushing
their erections together and nipping wetly on the other side of his neck. He
aimed a tiny quick lick at the Adam�s apple that was bobbing up and down
earning a look of curiosity from Draco.

Harry
licked, kissed and bit a path from the pale throat down to a defined chest. His
arms slipping up the length of Draco�s as he made his way downwards, moving
from the bony wrist to the slightly muscled biceps. He lifted his mouth from
Draco�s skin, closing his eyes as he memorised the way those biceps twitched
just a little under his caressing fingers.

This
would be last time he would feel them, the last time he would have the taste of
Draco�s skin lingering in his mouth, he wanted to remember it, this would have
to last him the rest of his lifetime. Still he knew it wouldn�t, this would
never be enough.

He
opened his eyes and studied Draco�s proud features, his fingers still absently
moving along the taut biceps. He realised with a shocking clarity that this
would be the last time he would have sex. To Harry, sex and Draco were one,
without Draco there would be no sex. No one else would ever know the limits of Harry�s
body the way Draco did. It was a depressing thought that he quickly thrust
aside by rocking his hips against Draco�s once more. The need and pleasure brought
his mind back to the moment. Back to the proud figure that was his opposite
and his other half laying mostly naked and waiting beneath him.

He
pushed himself up for a moment and caught Draco�s lips in a soft kiss. It was quick,
but filled with millions of thoughts and emotions that neither had ever been
able to express with words.

While
Harry�s mouth hovered just above Draco�s his hand seemed to move on its own,
travelling down from the well-muscled arms. They paused at the soft mass of
hair, unconsciously caressing and gripping the strands. It made Harry think of
the rich things in life, soft satin pillows, warm baths thick with bubbles.
Rich things, quality things, like Draco.

Harry
sat up, watching his own hands move from hair, to shoulder, to chest. He could
feel the power and muscle that resided beneath the delicate skin. He marvelled
at the contrast (seen even in this dim lighting.) of his healthy tan against the
otherworldly tone of Draco�s white chest.

His
fingers ghosted down, thumbs circling along the way until they reached the
button on Draco�s trousers. Both men held their breaths as their eyes locked on
each other, sharing the desire that was coursing through them. As the button
popped free Draco let out the air he had been holding in a shuddery sigh that
seemed to wrap around Harry�s chest.

He
freed the zip and Draco raised hips as Harry slid the pants off, carefully
placing them on the end of the bed with the rest of Draco�s clothes. Seeing the
man who was both his enemy and his lover splayed out for him like this, did
indescribable things to Harry. He wanted Draco, he wanted all of him, there
were no other words for it.

Kneeling
between Draco�s legs his pants fell and Harry watched as if from a distance,
hypnotised, as Draco�s arms rose in unison. Hands gripped harshly on Harry�s
hips pulling him forward and down so that their erections pressed together with
a harsh force.

Draco�s
feet helped Harry�s together kicking off his shoes and trousers as their hands
felt around the bed for the lubricant. As Harry�s hands closed on it he bent
his head down, kissing Draco hungrily.

Harry
rocked back onto his knees, his hands sliding between them. Fingers gently
pushing into Draco at the same time as his mouth took the other man�s cock. The
twin sensations of both being inside of Draco and having Draco inside of him
made Harry�s head spin. It set off something feral inside of him that was
becoming harder to control.

Hands
gripped in Harry�s hair pulling him upwards, forcefully moving him into
position. Powerful legs tightened around his back as the hands raced down along
Harry�s skin, smoothly lubricating his erection almost at the same time as
guiding it in.

The
tight heat that enclosed him caused his control to slip leaving nothing but a raw
animalistic passion. A fire that built with every thrust, burning through his
body and Draco�s, becoming faster and harder until they both exploded into a
shattering white wonderland.

Afterwards
Harry lay there as long as he could, slowly drifting back down to reality. His limbs
twisted with Draco�s, the dull light of his wand still giving enough light so
that he could see fear begin to flood over that proud face. He wanted to stay
and hold his lover safe, but he couldn�t because they were enemies. He had to
leave just as he always did. It would be light soon and the guards would come
for Draco.

Harry
rose from the bed, not looking at the other man as he cleaned away the
evidence, gathered his clothes, dressed and left.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Crowds
spilled out into the isles of the auditorium eagerly awaiting the first of the
Death Eater executions. Cheers, hisses and shouts of anger reverberated off the
walls as the hooded figure was slowly led into the centre of the room. His
shoulders were back and his head held high, as proud and untouchable as he had
always been.

Nothing
could be seen of the man�s face save his eyes which were bland silver, devoid
of emotion. They scanned the crowds that had gathered, each spectator silenced
as his eyes fell upon them before finally locking with a set of sparkling
green.

The
crimes Draco Malfoy had been found guilty of in his trial were read out, a long
list of each man he had killed and tortured, every unforgivable that he had
been known to cast, all the things he had done in the name of Voldemort. They
were all read out one by one, but the silver eyes behind the hood seemed to
register none of it, they remained fixed on the green lost in a silent
conversation.

The
list came to an end and the executioner stepped forward, cutting between the
two sets of eyes, forcing the silver ones to look towards the wand that would
bring the end.

The
crowd held their breaths waiting for the fatal words to be spoken, the same words
that had been used against their friends, their families and their loved ones.

The
executioner raised his arm, �Avada Kedavra.� Green light shot forth crossing
the distance swiftly, rapidly moving towards its target.

Draco
Malfoy remained tall and proud, watching death�s approach. It was centimetres
from his nose when another light intervened. A powerful blue shield forced its
way between the curse and Draco, knocking the green stream from its course. The
stands were filled with noise, every head twisting trying to discover what had
happened. A single figure stood in the stands, his hair was wild and his green
eyes were burning with an emotion that none could place. His arm remained
outstretched and his posture determined.

Words
that Draco had uttered many years ago found their way back to him now. �I can�t
let you kill him.�

*~*~*~*~*~*

In
years to come, mothers would tell their children stories of the love that
wouldn�t die, the greatest love of their time. But as the green locked with
silver each knew that love wasn�t what they shared. There was no word for what
they had; they were each other�s opposite, the only one that would ever
challenge the other, and no one else would ever ignite that need, the fire in
them. Without all that what would be left?

~ The End ~
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