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Warding Bonds	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14411 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Series (1997-2007) and any characters and original locations within the books belong to JK Rowling. I am not making any money from this fiction.

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Chapter Ten – At the Close

Harry awoke earlier than necessary and felt his gut fill with an overwhelming sense of foreboding. Something was going to happen and in the end, he wasn’t going to be strong enough to protect everyone he loves. He pinched the bridge of his nose before reaching for the warm body next to him. He could see the nightmare building in his husband’s mind and he quickly shook the blonde awake.

Draco let out a gasp and his gray eyes fluttered open, “What are you doing up so early?”

He didn’t want to share his concerns, he didn’t want to put his mate in harm’s way, and he surely wasn’t prepared to sacrifice their unborn child. He leaned over and licked his lover’s neck. He needed comfort more than anything or he would be lost in the darkness threatening to overtake him. “Draco love, I just need you to please me. You know how wonderful you felt submitting fully to me last night?” He watched the nude statuesque man nodded. “I need that release. I need you to take the reins and drive me crazy. I need to fully submit to you, so that I will have the power to do what must be done.”

Draco’s eyes filled with unshed tears, “I don’t want to lose you. You’ve picked me up and put me back together when I had no other reason to live. I don’t think I can live without you.”

“It’s okay love. All we can do is trust in the power that exists between us. I’m sure that fate has her will. I will do what must be done and hopefully we’ll be united in life in the end. Now, Draco I need you to be strong and I need you to make me forget, please,” he wiped the tears before they threatened to spill from the shimmering pools before him.

Draco nodded and picked up his wand and soon Harry was enveloped in darkness. He felt his wrists being tied to the rod iron bedpost with the silky rope. His nerves lit up as he felt the warm breath, peppered kisses, hot licks, and bruising bites starting at his neck and making their way down his chest. He wiggled under his lover’s tortures, but the restraints prevented too much movement. He let out a hiss and moans when he felt the cool sensation on the head of his cock when the rest of it was encased in warmth, “Who taught you the muggle ice cube trick?”

He heard a hearty chuckle, “Who said it was a muggle ice cube? You know that you got me turned onto muggle piercings when you took me to get that Prince Albert on my birthday. I guess I just followed it up with a magically imbued tongue ring. Oh and honey, we’re getting my nipples pierced right after we end this war.”

Harry’s response was snuffed out as his lover went back down on him. He felt the sensation of a vibrator on his sensitive head, which left him crying out. He knew he’d be turning the tides on his lover as soon as this was over. His lover kept licking, sucking, and charming his tongue ring, hot, cold, vibrating, and Harry swore at some point it had an electrical current, but none of it was enough for him to find relief. His balls felt far too heavy and he groaned, “Please do something, I need more.”

Draco hissed, “It’s okay love, I’ll make you feel better.”

“Yes,” Harry sighed as he felt slicked fingers circling his pucker. He felt one dip in and move around until it hit that perfect nerve bundle. “Right there love, but I need more. I want you in me. I want you to fuck me until I forget my name.”

He lost all sense of dialog when he felt the slippery heat incase his member once more with the delicious tongue circling the underlying ridge of his head. A second finger slipped into his waiting membrane and he thought he’d die from the pleasure. How could his lover do both things so well simultaneously? That thought soon faded as the fingers slipped out of his prepared hole and something much larger was pushed in filling him completely. He thought just the force of his lover’s staff would be enough to release, but something kept him from completion. His lover continued to pay oral attention, while thrusting wantonly and hitting that perfect spot. Harry couldn’t even think as his remaining senses were overwhelmed and before he knew it, his lover had Harry’s rippling member forced deeply down his throat as the green eyed wizard came. He could feel his own lover’s seed leading out his overfilled cavern. His lover came up and Harry heard the swallowing noise before a spell was whispered and he was released from his bindings.

As soon as he caught his breath, he pulled his sex kitten to the bed. He looked down at the still flushed man, as he straddled him. He took his thumb and forefinger and twisted the rose dusted nipples into twin peaks, “I don’t think I’ll be waiting on those nipple piercings, Draco.” He warned as he called forth his wand. “You do like pain, don’t you? I know you like this pain because after they’re healed you’ll be even more sensitive.” He summoned a sharp needle and a couple of solid gold hoops. Oh the things he’d stocked Grimmauld place with. He pinched one of the nipples until he was sure it was numb before forcing the needle through it.

Draco gave out a cry, but Harry could fill the stirring underneath his bum as he worked. Harry worked the hoop through the newly pierced nipple before casting the closing charm that would fix the ring permanently and healed the nipple before moving onto the other one. When he was done, just a simple brush of his tongue over the tip of the newly pierced nipple caused his husband to thrash below him. Harry chuckled, “Oh, now I just have another way to drive you wild. Tell me Draco, do you want to feel me in you while I lick your piercings one by one?”

“Yes, Harry I need to feel you in me. I’m just so hard,” he whimpered.

“Ah well, I guess I’ve talked enough then.” Harry took one nipple in his mouth as he played around with the hoop in the other with his fingers. He soon was kissing and licking down to his lover’s weighty manhood. He held the thick, pale, glorious thing in his hand, as he stared at the glittering bar that pierced the head. He cast a quick cleaning spell before licking around the bar. He hooked one of the balls in between his teeth as he pulled it gently toward one side, which caused Draco to scream. He let go of it, as he quickly slicked his cock. He continued to concentrate on the lovely piercing by flicking it with his tongue and licking around, before plunging down over the perfect specimen in his hands. His own slicked member pressed teasingly against his lover’s tight heat. He muttered a quick preparation spell before slamming into him. He did his best attempt at mimicking his husband’s previous technique. Soon he was swallowing Draco’s seed as his filled the blonde. He let go of the flaccid dick with a loud pop and pulled out. “Come on love, we should get cleaned up. I really do wonder how difficult it is to charm the rest of your piercings to vibrate like that tongue ring of yours. Oh I’d love to make you squirm in public. I wonder how many times I could make you cum without touching you.”

The warding stone for Malfoy Manor was nothing like Harry expected. It was pure white marble and the energy from it was as pure as it appeared. He shook his head, as he wondered how a family so capable of such good magic could fall into the depths of the Dark Arts. He looked over at the two other men standing in the chamber with him and smiled. Their hair was the perfect shade of white matching the stone, which seemed to make them the personified perfection of Malfoy beauty. He shook his head, “So, how do we take over the wards and make so only Order members are able to apparate in and out of the Manor?”

Lucius nodded, “The two of you need to mix your blood upon the top of the stone. The blood magic will allow you to take in the wards magic. Once you’ve done that, you should be able to command and bend them to your will.”

Harry raised an eyebrow, “Have you not done this before?”

“My father added my blood the day that I was born. I did the same upon Draco’s birth. There really was no need for Narcissa to control the wards, as I gave her the access she needed to the Manor. I didn’t see the need for her to manipulate them.”

Harry just shook his head as he split Draco and his left hands open along the same line he’d done during their bonding. He rubbed their bleeding hands together before placing his hand upon the stone. Draco did the same. Harry felt enormous energy surges as all of the wards surrounding the large and powerful property. He closed his eyes and could see the inhabitants of each room, he could see every detail of the warded grounds, and he heard a happy thrum in his mind. He focused on his connection to Draco and prepared to fully open the mental bond. Do you see all of that Draco, do you feel their heartbeats, and do you smell the lavender in the eastern garden?

He heard Draco’s voice respond in his mind. I never knew we’d have this much control. What do we do next? Snape has just joined Voldemort in the Drawing Room.

“Lucius, you need to make sure your son stays here, as I go meet my fate.” He pulled out his wand and quickly sent his Patronus to the Order letting them know the wards would allow for their apparation. He pulled out his invisibility cloak, the deathly hallow, and he sighed realizing he still needed to have a long conversation with his ancestor. He apparated to the back garden and moved through the wards as undetected as a house elf would. He pulled out the snitch knowing what the message meant. He knew that he was about to walk into that room and sacrifice himself so that the Dark Lord could die.

He touched the snitch to the mouth and it opened. A familiar stone, with an even more familiar marking on it, arose from the snitch. He slowly reached out still underneath his cloak and took the stone into his hand. He was soon surrounded by his mother, his father, his godfather, and Regulus. He felt tears welling up in his eyes as he once again faced the parents he would never get to know.

“I know I must be strong. I know that I must sacrifice myself like you did mother. I’m just so afraid because there’s so much I want to live for. I’m going to be a father and I’d like my son or daughter to know me.”

His mother’s ghostly hand moved toward his cheek, “You are strong, my son. You’re so loved.”

He turned to Regulus, “How did you face death? You saved my aunt, you blood adopted her, and you hid her before facing your death with the bravery of a Gryffindor.”

“I knew that someone would one day stand up to him. I made unforgivable mistakes in my life, but in the end I knew that I had to do something. I saw the light and I’m sure that you see your path as well.”

He turned to Sirius, “Did it hurt when you died?”

The long haired Black shook his head, “No, it was as painless as falling asleep.”

Harry felt the tears falling from his emerald eyes, “I miss you.”

“We will always be with you, Harry. We live in your memories, we’re a part of your spirit, and we shall forever reside in your heart where your love for us dwells,” Sirius pointed at his chest.

“Your father and I will always love you Harry, never forget that,” His mother’s voice sounded.

The stone fell out of his hand as he walked toward the front door of the manor. He would meet his destiny. He would no longer allow that monster to live. It was the end and he must meet his fate. He didn’t pay attention to the fact that the stone was squished into the soft ground of the garden as he reached the stone path. He walked through the front door as if it were a mirage. He tapped back into the wards and followed them toward the Drawing Room where his fate awaited him. He approached the high back chair where the snake faced man sat on a platform above the rest in the room. Snape stood to his right side and was whispering to him and the snake was busy unhitching her jaw to swallow what looked to be a dead woman. Harry took the open opportunity to quickly summon a basilisk fang and quickly slammed it into the unsuspecting snakes head.

He pulled the cloak off of him as the Dark Lord hissed witnessing the death of his snake. His inhuman red eyes locked with Harry’s green, “Harry Potter, you’ve come to die.”

Harry pushed the cloak into his pouch along with his wand and just stood there. He didn’t even acknowledge the other wizard’s statement and just waited for his death. The Dark Lord didn’t disappoint and Harry was hit directly in the chest, as he and the Dark Lord were both knocked out. Harry’s mind slipped to the memory of meeting his aunt Rose for the first time. He remembered how his heart swelled when he saw her. She had the same eyes that he and his mother shared. Her laugh sounded like peels of bells. It was like meeting an angel grounded to earth and she had pulled him into the most loving hug before he had the opportunity to get a hold of himself. The loving scene soon faded away and he found himself in a very white place. He looked around trying to determine where he was. He heard a sickening whining noise behind him and a bloody version of the twisted infant form that Voldemort took before their interaction in the graveyard was hunched in a fetal position underneath a white bench. He gasped, “Is that what was in me since that fateful night?”

“You can’t do anything to help him, Harry, you lovely caring boy.”

Harry held in the gasp as he recognized the familiar voice of Albus Dumbledore, “Where are we?”

Dumbledore, who resembled Gandalf the White in his robes, raised an eyebrow, “I was hoping you could tell me, Harry.”

He looked around and recognized the terminals, the tracks, “it looks like King Cross Station, except much cleaner.”

“Ah, well that makes sense. I’m sure that if you waited a train would arrive for you,” the other man noted.

“Does this mean I’m dead?”

“Well that’s a choice you have to make. You can stay here and surely move on, or you could go back.”

Harry smiled, “I think I will go back. I still have to face Voldemort and Draco’s waiting for me.”

“I believe you’ve made your decision then.”

Harry watched as Dumbledore started to fade away from the white place, “Is this real or is it all in my head?”

The old man chuckled, “Of course it’s all in your head Harry, but it doesn’t make it any less real.”

Harry continued to lay still on the hard stone floor as he heard Voldemort climb to his feet as Bellatrix clamored all over him. He felt Severus’s hand on his pulse and heard Voldemort demand, “Is he dead?”

Severus let go and stood, “Yes, he is, my lord.”

Voldemort’s response interrupted as the room filled with several pops, which signaled the Order’s arrival. Harry smiled in his mind until he heard the distraught cry of Draco. He tried to access their mental bond but realized too late that whatever taking that second killing curse did to him drained all of the extra power he’d gained from both the bonding and the ward magic. He couldn’t move fast enough as he heard Draco and the other’s fight. He managed to finally pull himself to his feet and look around. Most of the Death Eaters had been restrained, unconscious, or dead. Harry summoned his wand to his hand and everything around him disappeared as he concentrated on Voldemort, “How about we end this Tom? You’re mortal once again, now that you have met your match. Regulus started the process and I’m here to end it.”

“Only I am meant to live forever, Potter,” Voldemort hissed as he flourished his wand to cast the final killing curse.

Harry was just as quick to cast the disarming spell. Green clashed against red and the warding magic started to serge through him. It seemed to shield him. He continued to concentrate on Voldemort when a thought not belonging to him flitted across his mind. He realized what Draco was planning on doing and he tried to stop him but it was too late. Voldemort crumpled to the ground and turned to dust as soon as Draco stepped in between the locked wands. Harry let out a scream as Draco fell to the ground unconscious. He pulled him into his lap as he checked for any sigh of life. He looked as if he were sleeping, but his breathing was very shallow. He was frozen on the floor, unresponsive, as he cradled the one he loved in his arms. What was he going to do? Why did Draco do that? Was he going to lose his child along with his lover?

Harry stared at the hospital bed at St. Mungo’s where his love lay. The Healer’s had run their diagnostics and announced that Draco was in a magical coma. They had no idea why the magical backlash forced him into a nonresponsive state, but they were sure it was due to him stepping into the crossfire between Harry and Voldemort. They didn’t have much hope for Draco’s recovery, but Harry refused to give up hope. He sat beside Draco’s bed and refused to leave his side.

A nurse slowly approached the bed to perform the usual diagnostic tests when harry spoke for the first time in days, “How’s the baby doing?”

The blue eyed nurse raised an eyebrow, “He’s pregnant?”

Harry nodded, “Please run scans for the pregnancy. He’s got to be around a couple of weeks by this point. Please don’t tell me he’s lost the baby.”

She nodded and flicked her wand before proclaiming, “The pregnancy is continuing to progress, but we don’t know how long he will be in this state. Aren’t you going back to Hogwarts in less than a month?”

“Yes, but I will not leave him here. If his status hasn’t improved by the first of September then I’m taking him to Hogwarts with me. I’m sure that I can hire some special Healers to check on him along with the school nurse. I already have my uncle preparing private chambers for us close to the hospital wing. Don’t think I trust you guys enough to leave my pregnant bonded husband here alone.”

She clucked her tongue, “I’m sure his healer wouldn’t approve of such a move. He will need nutrient potions brewed, he will need all different maintenance spells casted to remove his waste, keep his muscles from atrophying, and monitoring his heartbeat. Things will be even more risky for him, as he is pregnant and the child will take even more toll on his body.”

Harry clenched his teeth, “Are you questioning my ability to look after my family? I saved this Wizarding world twice and you have the audacity to inform me that I will have to leave my loved one in this hospital, which has done nothing to cure him while I finish my final year at Hogwarts? You are delusional and I demand to speak with his healer.”

It had been two weeks by that point. He had been sitting by Draco side for two weeks without a change. Hermione would come in and force him from the bed while Lucius took his place, while she forced him to shower and eat. Lucius didn’t like to be away from his pregnant wife for too long a period of time, but they didn’t like to be away from their eldest son either. Since Severus was taking back his position as Defense professor, and Slughorn really wanted to go back into retirement, Lucius accepted the position of Potion’s professor. He would join the staff to remain close to his family and Narcissa would join him. Harry was even more shocked when it was announced his Aunt Rose would be taking up the Muggle Studies position, since Charity Burbidge’s half eaten body was found at Malfoy Manor. Harry shuttered at the thought the snake was feasting on the professor when he killed it with the Basilisk fang.

The rest of summer passed in much the same pattern. Harry refused to go school shopping because he refused to leave Draco’s side, while he was still in the hospital. He growled knowing that the healers and nurses knew nothing to assist Draco’s case. It was far too similar of a diagnosis as to that of Neville’s parents. He was not pleased by the idea of having his loved one in a hospital bed for the rest of his life. He wouldn’t stand for the incompetent healers looking out for him. Harry asked Hermione to pack up the whole of the Black library. He asked Lucius to do the same of the Malfoy one and he asked Rose to bring any book dealing with warding, bonds, and healing from the Black Chateau to Hogwarts with her. He was determined to find a way to bring his lover out of his current catatonic state. He tried to access their bond, but he no longer held the warding magic. He could still sense the wards of all three properties, he would know if another entered them, he could view the rooms and grounds if he focused on them, but he no longer had the extra powerful magic coursing through his veins. When he needed the extra power to heal the one he loved, he no longer had it. He really should’ve known that fate wasn’t finished screwing with him.

On August 31^st Harry along with two private healers moved Draco from the hospital room to the overly protected one at Hogwarts. Only those who were blood related or bonded to Draco were able to access the heavily warded room with a few exceptions, Madam Pomfrey being one. Snape had access because he was bonded to Draco with being is Godfather. Rose could enter because she was recognized as a Black Family heir and thus bonded to Draco who was another Black Family heir. Everyone else was family and Harry had access as he shared the private room with Draco. That night after everything was put away; Harry climbed into the king sized bed with his beloved and wrapped his arms around his unconscious form. He quickly slipped into the dream world and once again stared at the door way that represented his and Draco’s bond.

He stood in a parlor at Malfoy manor. He watched as Bellatrix taught Draco Occlumency the summer before. She seemed to dance around as she made it past his barriers again. She cooed, “Oh Draco, what would their father think if he knew you harbored such attractions. You dream about having another man pounding into you. I never knew you were so perverted. I’m sure that there are plenty of men within the ranks who would love to teach you just how to be a proper whore. Perhaps you need those lessons more than learning how to shield your mind.” She ran her wand along her pressed lips before squealing, “I do believe my beloved brother-in-law would delight in taking you first.”

The room around him shifted and soon she was in a bedroom. Draco was bent over the bed where his hands were tied behind his back, while Rabastan Lestrange was examining his exposed behind. His filthy hands were moving toward the unprepared virgin hole. “Dear Bellatrix did tell me that you would enjoy this. I was a bit surprised, but I’m happy to be given such an honor. I should probably go easy on you, but I like inflicting pain. I want to leave an impression on you. I want you to remember me.”

Harry felt the bile rise in his throat as he watched Lestrange thrust inward without any preparation. He smacked Draco’s behind as he announced, “Oh you’re so tight. I just love breaking virgins. Do you feel that Draco? That’s your blood; your blood is what’s allowing me to slip in and out of you without too much resistance.”

The man continued to thrust until he let out a heady grunt. He quickly pulled out and smacked the blonde’s behind a few more times. “Thanks for the ride. Now you should probably go shower and take care of your arousal. I know you wanted it and now you should go wank to the memories.”

Harry gasped for air as he sat up. The scene continued to play in his mind as he looked around the room. In the continued dream, Draco climbed out of the bed but couldn’t manage to walk. Instead he crawled to his bathroom with tears rolling down his cheeks; the bastard had raped him in his own bed. As he reached the bathroom and shut the door, he called an elf and asked to have a bath run before empting his stomach into the toilet. He muttered to himself, “This summer will be over soon. I will be back at Hogwarts and away from these men. I’ll have to complete my task, but at least I won’t have to worry about any more of this.”

Harry rubbed his temples pushing the visions from his mind, “Draco, I don’t know if I can handle your memories. I wish there was something I could do to awaken you. Too bad this isn’t some Muggle fairy tell where my kiss would break the curse.”

A/N: Okay I guess I managed to write this chapter sooner than I anticipated. I really should be concentrating on my school work but what can I say. This story is exerting its dominance over me and is demanding to be written.
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