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Harry Potter and The Equitum Solis Surgentes	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This chapter contains SMUT! WARNING: BoyXBoy! :D Enjoy and Please, please review! (Well, not to get your hopes up too much, it's more of...very heavy petting than smut...but the tension continues to build!) Thanks. Love to you all!

Chapter Twelve: Sacrifice

Ron sat in the living room of the Burrow gazing blankly into the fire. Hermione was in the kitchen helping Arthur make some food, everything was tense, but none of them wished to voice their real concerns. Molly was due to be released from St. Mungo's the very next day but even that happiness was tainted by the lack of news from Harry. Ron sighed, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, he shoved fingers into his messy hair and stared blankly at the floor. Everything was simply far too quiet without Hugo and Rose...it all felt so horribly wrong!

It happened so suddenly Ron jumped from his seat. Hermione screamed. He ran into the kitchen to see her flying out the door and into the yard, he followed and saw what she had seen. Albus stood before the small group of children, his green eyes dark and tears flowing down his cheeks, Lily gripped his hand while Hugo and Rose ran to their mother who fell to her knees before them, hugging them, whispering to them and sobbing desperately into Rose's hair.

Ron paused and looked down at Al who had a piece of parchment clutched in his shaking hand. "Al...what happened?" He asked in a shaking voice. The boy swallowed a few times before finding his voice and when he spoke, it was in a monotone.

"D-Dad...g-gave himself up." He muttered, his hand tightening on the parchment. "Mr. Malfoy sent us here by Portkey a-and...went to help Dad...b-but the men who...who took us said they were gunna bring that Voldemort person back...a-and...t-they n-need Dad for that..." he swallowed again and lowered his head. "They're gunna kill him."

Hermione had finally drawn away from Rose, she looked at Albus. "Harry will...he will be fine." She said softly, reaching for the boy who stepped back from her.

"Those men are bad!" Albus said furiously, his green eyes glittering with unshed tears. "They hurt us! They hurt us and laughed! They tried to get Lily but I stopped them..." He took a shuddery breath. "I don't even understand why!" He screamed after a brief pause. "And James wasn't even there to stop them! James would have protected us! He always did!"

"Al..." Hermione was crying silently again, but the boy refused to let her touch him.

"They're gunna take him away from us! They said so! Th-they hurt me!" Albus was shaking violently, tears turning his cheeks red. "They took away Mum and now they got Dad...I JUST WANT MY FAMILY BACK!"

"Albus, your brother's safe...he's at Hogwarts and he's protected by the teachers." Ron said softly. "Now you're here and we can look after you. No one will hurt you now, I promise."

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Harry ached from head to foot, he could hardly move from the pain. He lay still, panting heavily and gazing up at the mouldy ceiling. He was surprised the whole of London hadn't heard his screams, but then, they had probably activated protective charms to prevent alerting anyone. He had been disarmed almost as soon as Draco had got his children to safety, and then they had begun their fun...he was slightly blinded by the near constant crimson light from their repeated torture and his voice was hoarse, his throat tearing itself to shreds with each curse. His hands were sticky with blood from where he had had his head slammed into the wall and he had checked the damage, he wasn't allowed to lose consciousness...each time he was verging on it someone would kick him roughly in the ribs. His mind was slow and sluggish, the whispers of his torturers were little more than background noise. Finally his head cleared enough for him to roll onto his side, he saw his wand lying feet from him and someone laughed as pain shot through his body once again. He was screaming. The pain was familiar and terrible, his body writhed helplessly as white hot flames licked his insides and he silently begged for it to stop.

When it did he took a shuddery gasp and opened his eyes, his eyesight was blurry, they had removed his glasses after the first few rounds. He had no idea how much time had passed but he could no longer see the sunlight that had been streaming through the window, he assumed it was night time.

Suddenly rough hands grabbed him, yanking his head back as he was pulled to his knees and forced to look up into a blurred face. "Look at you now..." Brock's voice was unmistakeable. Harry was shaking violently, his body still aflame with a dull throbbing, he closed his eyes briefly. "The Great Harry Potter...the boy who lived...the one who destroyed the Dark lord...now helpless against three men!" He laughed derisively as Harry felt hairs on his scalp part with his skin, he winced. "How does it feel, Mr. Potter? How does it feel to know that soon enough you will die right on this very spot? How does it feel to know that we will hunt down every single member of your family and murder them?"

Harry bared his teeth at the man and spat in his face. "You won't lay a finger on them!" he hissed softly, green eyes flickering in the candle light.

Brock looked startled as he wiped the red tinged spittle from his face. "You insolent little..." Brock raised his hand, striking Harry across the face where his heavy ring broke the skin and left a long red scratch across his cheek. Harry was released so he fell forward and cracked his head on the cold wooden floor. "You will regret that! Crucio!"

Malfoy could hear the screams, he felt them in the very marrow of his bones and it made him sick. He should have been used to it, but he wasn't. He stood outside the door, helplessly trying to figure out the Enchantments used to protect the house. He had managed to disable three so far and he was working on the next, muttering under his breath as he concentrated with difficulty. "Hold on Harry." He whispered desperately, a litany spoken between the near constant chants.

By the time Draco had broken through the last barrier thick night had fallen, he gazed up at the silent house and felt worse than when he was hearing screams. He swallowed and threw Harry's cloak over himself. He walked up the creaking stair, his breathing seemed too loud in his own ears and he kept a firm grip on his wand, his mouth was horribly dry and he couldn't stop the sweat from slicking his palm. Fear sat heavily with him, a great weight in his chest but he pushed it firmly aside, forcing his feet to move as he listened closely for voices...

"...He's dead?"

Draco froze.

"No..." there was the sound of movement from a room to his left. "Unconscious by the look of him."

"I'm almost impressed...he took a hell of a lot more than most would."

"And he didn't beg...more's the pity."

There was rough laughter and Draco had to get a tight grip on his anger.

"Surprised he ain't mad...after all that. He still looked sane enough to me even when he was screamin'."

"What shall we do with him, Brock?"

"Throw him in the cellar, we can't complete the ritual without the full moon."

"Tha's tomorrow, isn't it?"

"Indeed. Then we shall see who is truly more powerful...Potter or the Dark Lord."

Harry's eyes opened slowly, he groaned heavily, his throat raw and painful. He closed his eyes again, wishing he could fall back into unconsciousness but found that he was unable to. The soft sound of movement alerted him to another presence.

"Harry?"

The voice was sharp and familiar, Harry reopened his eyes and found himself looking up into a concerned face, white blond hair fell into shadowy grey eyes. Harry tried to move but pain ripped through him so he gave up with a wince.

"Are you alright?"

"Think so..." Harry rasped, his voice sounding cracked and broken. His throat was agony. "Where...where am I?"

"A cellar. I couldn't move you until you were conscious...come on, we don't have much time." He tried to help Harry up but the man pushed him away gently.

"Can't." He muttered, his hands shaking violently as he ran them through his hair, he could feel blood congealing in it and winced as he gingerly felt a large bump. "Have to...have to...stop them...If I leave, they'll kill everyone..."

"You fool, Potter! You'll die!" Draco hissed, feeling frustration and more than a little pain at the thought.

"But my family will live." Harry replied in that same monotone. "Get out of here..."

"I'm not leaving you." Draco insisted.

"Go!" Harry pushed him in the chest weakly, but Draco grabbed his wrists.

Harry had a split second for his eyes to widen before he was dragged into Draco's warm body and soft lips were pressed to his. Draco shoved fingers into Harry's hair, deepening the kiss as he pushed his tongue forcefully into Harry's mouth. Harry was still shaking, the pain in his scalp doubled but he found himself pressing into the warmth, his hands gripped Draco's robes so tightly the material tore. The blonds free hand slid down his back, drawing Harry into his lap, the small cellar was filled with gasping breaths and soft moans. When Draco finally pulled away he gazed into Harry's confused eyes, pressing his forehead against the other mans. "I can't leave." He whispered. "Not without you." He sounded as angry and confused as Harry felt.

"Draco...?" Harry slid his hands up Draco's chest, moving his head to the side and pressing his lips to Draco's again. "You're a prat." He whispered. "Where's the Draco I knew at school gone? The one who would have left me to the Death Eaters?"

Draco shrugged. "He died...I think. The Dark..." He paused and frowned at himself. "V-Voldemort Killed him."

Harry pulled away, eyes wide and full of amusement. "You just said his name." He croaked, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Oh shut up, Potter." Draco hissed. He pulled Harry's lips to his, kissing him roughly, his teeth nipping at Harry's bottom lip and his hands resting on his hips.

"Nnn...No time...D-Draco..." Harry gasped, feeling desire stir within him like a violent twist of white hot fire. Draco ignored him, trying to shut him up by kissing him again. Harry pressed his hands firmly against his chest and pushed him away. "You need to leave!" he gasped.

Draco paused, gazing into eyes that had almost become black as the pupils devoured iris'. Harry's hair was a mess, sticking up at all angles, his face covered in sweat and blood...but he had a blush on his cheeks and he trembled slightly as he gazed down at Draco from his slightly elevated position. It took a moment for his sluggish mind to remember where they were and why they were there, he swallowed his own lust and blinked slightly. "Y-Yes...yes of course..." He muttered sounding slightly drunk. He reluctantly let Harry slide out of his lap and sit back on the floor, they were avoiding each other's gazes again.

"We really shouldn't..." Harry whispered roughly, straightening his glasses absently and frowning at a point just above Draco's shoulder.

Draco cleared his throat. "No...No of course not." He said.

"You have a wife..." Harry muttered, finally removing his glasses and cleaning them on his robes simply so he didn't have to look at the blond.

Draco frowned angrily at that. "Yes...a wife who married me for my status..." he muttered to himself, staring down at his wedding ring. A plain gold band engraved with the Malfoy family motto:

Sanctimonia Vincet Semper

"Purity Always Conquers." He whispered softly, turning the ring slowly on his fingers as he gazed at it, remembering his wedding. "Astoria is...a good woman." He said slowly. Harry had paused, his head still bowed slightly and his fingers had stilled on his glasses. "She willingly bore me a son, to continue the line but...but she has always known that I could not love her." Harry was too afraid to interrupt, he wasn't sure where Draco was going with this, but it seemed that the blond felt the need to speak, so he let him. "I don't know why I never found a woman who I could love..." Slowly Draco raised his head, his eyes meeting Harry's. "But now I think I have found the answer."

"Draco..." Harry said quietly, his voice holding a tone of warning.

"No...Let me speak..." Draco replied, he reached up and ran a finger down Harry's jaw, following the line of his neck. "You were an obsession of mine at school...I hated you. I hated you so much I could probably have killed you." He paused and watched Harry for a moment, the dark haired man was silent, his eyes guarded and wary as Draco let his hand slip around his throat. "You were the bane of my existence...you were brave, talented, powerful and happy...even after all that you had suffered. I despised you! And then...then you had to go and save my life!" He hissed the words, watching Harry's expression. "You saved my life and I couldn't help but hate you even more! Not only did you bring my family to ruin you took away my pride! I had failed...yet again, to prove to the Dark lord that I was worthy of his mark! Worthy of his pride! I had failed yet again to earn my father's praise!" he lowered his head, pressing it against Harry's chest, seemingly unable to stop talking now that he had begun. "Ever since the day you destroyed Voldemort I have been unable to think of anything else!" he tightened his grip on Harry's throat, suddenly looking up at him. Draco's face twisted in anger as years upon year's worth of resentment flowed through him. "Yet...yet you still haunt me! Even now..." He didn't seem aware that he was choking Harry, whose hands now scrabbled at his, broken nails scraping against pale skin and leaving long marks behind. His pale grey eyes were fixed firmly on Harry's lips as he leaned closer. "I have been unable to stop dreaming about you..." He whispered roughly. He finally released Harry's throat who took a sharp breath before being pushed roughly back into the stone floor, his mouth captured by Draco's once again. He shoved fingers into Draco's hair, moaning slightly desperately as Draco kissed him.

"D-Draco..." Harry gasped as the blond released his mouth to begin kissing his throat, his sharp teeth leaving marks and bruises along his jaw. Draco grabbed Harry's hands and pinned them to the floor.

"Shut up..." Draco hissed against Harry's neck. "I will not let him have you!"

"What?" Harry frowned in confusion but Draco ignored him. He began removing Harry's robes, but Harry grabbed his hands, holding them tightly and glaring up at him furiously.

"We are in a dungeon, with Death Eaters feet away from us, Voldemort could be resurrected at any moment and you are trying to rape me?" he spoke in a soft whisper but the anger was obvious, Draco's eyes widened slightly and he drew back, Harry let him go as he struggled into a sitting position. "What did you think would happen?" He snapped, shrugging his torn and bloodied robes back on. "That I'd go along with this? For fuck's sake Malfoy, you live in some kind of sick fantasy re-mmmmmf!" Harry's eyes narrowed and he grabbed Draco's wrist, the blond had planted his hand firmly over his mouth and he now sat still, his head cocked to one side. His grey eyes were narrowed and he glanced over his shoulder.

"I have to go...someone's coming." Draco hissed before he grabbed the cloak and slipped beneath it.

Harry sighed, oddly, now that Draco's body wasn't so close, he missed the warmth. He drew his knees into his chest and sighed heavily, still feeling the ache from his torture but now another ache was added to it, one that was far more embarrassing and potentially harming to his pride. He shifted uncomfortably, silently cursing Draco and his impetuousness. His skin tingled and he swore he could still feel Draco's lips against his, that passionate, fervent tongue dominating his own...he shifted again and closed his eyes, trying to imagine something different and banish the infernal ache in his groin, lest the Death Eaters discover it and think he was sick.

A minute or two passed before the feet could be heard clearly on the stairs and someone brought a lamp down, the orange light illuminated the cellar, Harry shielded his eyes against the sudden bright light and winced. "Still alive?" Trevor asked as he stood over Harry who had his back against the wall. The blond man leaned over and inspected Harry closely. "Still sane?"

"Why?" Harry croaked, wincing as his throat pained him.

"Obviously you are...shame...I was hoping we'd be able to drive you mad before the Dark Lord returned to do it for us...oh well..." Trevor sighed irritably. "I was asked to check on you, you have a way of slithering out of situations and Brock wanted to make sure you hadn't somehow escaped." Trevor turned away, taking the light with him. "Oh, look forward to tomorrow night, Potter...If the Dark Lord returns he will give you more than several rounds of the Cruciatus curse..." He laughed and walked away.

Harry shivered and wrapped his arms around himself, burying his face in them. Once the sound of footsteps had faded he felt warm arms surround him and hot breath on his ear. "He will want to own you, Harry." Draco's voice was soft and his embrace gentle as he drew Harry closer, his lips brushed Harry's ear as he spoke. "The Dark Lord will not be denied...he will destroy you. Come with me...get out of here..." He slid his hand down Harry's shoulder and lifted his head up. Draco looked into those green eyes. "Come with me!" He whispered again, his voice taking on a soft wheedling note.

"No." Harry replied, taking Draco's fingers in his own. "I can't." He looked down at the hand he held and slowly twisted the golden ring on Draco's finger, watching the dim light from the single window glint off of it. Then he moved onto his knees, looking Draco right in the eyes. "What if I wanted him to return, Draco?" He muttered huskily, his eyes dark and almost empty. "What if I told you I wanted him to return?"

Draco winced slightly. "Then I would say you truly have gone mad."

Harry smiled, chuckling slightly, even though it hurt. He leaned down, capturing Draco's bottom lip between his teeth and looking at Draco through heavily lidded eyes. "I know you want me...but we can't. I have a family...and if my friends ever were to find out..." He leaned and kissed Draco firmly on the lips, his arms wrapping around him as he drew his body close, showing the blond just how much he was affected by him. "They would probably cart me off to St. Mungo's..." He finished as he pulled away. "Whatever this is...we can't follow it through..."

Draco ran his hands up Harry's back, watching the Auror shudder. "I don't think I can agree to that, Harry." He said, his voice roughened by desire. "You have no idea...you will never have any idea just what you have done to me."

"I haven't done anything!" Harry said slightly angrily. "It's you! You're the one trying to seduce me in a cellar of all things..."

"Harry?" Draco said, cutting Harry off before he could go into a rant. "Shut up." He leaned in and kissed him deeply, ignoring the man's rapidly weakening protests as he pushed him backwards, he placed a hand on Harry's thigh and slowly slid it upwards, so Harry's robes pooled around his waist. He was wearing jeans beneath them and Draco began massaging the obvious bulge. Harry arched into the touch, moaning against Draco's lips. His mind turned to water and he grabbed Draco's hand in his own, their fingers entwining as he pushed his hips up into the palm. Flames raced through his body, twisting violently in the pit of his stomach and searing him. He shuddered violently, increasing the pressure and gasping Draco's name. The blond pulled away from Harry's mouth to attack his exposed throat, Harry's eyes were closed and he trembled against the pleasure ripping through him. It was wrong, he knew what they were doing was very wrong, he had lost his wife, the love of his life and was now letting his life-long enemy touch him. But his body was screaming at him not to stop, he wanted it. He wanted it so badly it hurt. "I want more..." Draco hissed into Harry's ear, his fingers tightening on Harry's erection and making him buck his hips and groan in desperation. "I need more..."

"D-Draco..." Harry whispered, his eyes glazed. "No...we can't..." His fingers tightened on the blonds as he arched his back, his eyes snapping shut. "Oh...shit..." He gasped as pleasure stabbed into his gut, making his body tense and rip a strangled moan from his lips. Draco watched entranced as Harry came, sweat clung to his skin, his body shook as he slowly relaxed and opened hazy eyes to stare up at Draco who had pink cheeks and was breathing heavily.

Draco swallowed hard and leaned down, kissing Harry gently. "I wasn't expecting that..." He muttered as he pulled away.

Harry glared up at him, now feeling humiliation colour his cheeks. "You bastard!" he hissed softly.

Draco raised an elegant eyebrow. "For making you feel good? I will take that as a thank you." He sat up, wincing slightly and looking uncomfortable.

"That...I...It wasn't..." Harry muttered, pulling himself into an upright position. He felt somewhat violated, his body was still buzzing slightly but it was dulled by knowledge that they were in a precarious situation. "Great..." He muttered, shifting slightly where he sat and wrinkling his nose. "I'm tortured for hours then I practically get a hand-job from a man! This is not working out to be the best time of my life to be honest..."

Draco giggled slightly, smoothing his hair back from his face and eyeing Harry with dark eyes. "Think about how I feel, I'm assuming you have no intention of repaying the favour?"

"Favour? Malfoy, you almost raped me!" Harry snapped, though his voice held a note of amusement. Harry's face fell slightly and he chewed his lip. "Draco I...I want to ask you to do something for me..." He moved forward on his knees, leaning up and pressing a light kiss to the blonds lips, Draco looked curious. "Can you give my family a message? I...I need them to know that I'm...alive and that I...I am doing this for them." He looked up into Draco's eyes, pleading with him silently as he pressed his palms into his chest. "Tell them, Please..."

Draco sighed heavily. "You are a manipulative bastard." He muttered. "Are you sure the sorting hat sorted you correctly..."

Harry smirked. "It wanted me in Slytherin." He admitted softly, he had never told anyone this but he was oddly comfortable with telling Draco. The blonde's eyes widened and Harry laughed.

"You were supposed to be in Slytherin? Imagine that...Harry Potter a Slytherin...if people knew..."

"If people knew I'd be under even more suspicion than ever." Harry's smile faded and he became serious again. "Will you?"

"Yes, alright. But I don't like leaving you here...if they do resurrect Voldemort..." He shuddered as he said the name, but he was growing used to it. "You will be in more trouble..."

"Oh, I don't think Tom Riddle will want to kill me...at least, not straight away." Harry said casually. "He'll want to keep me around long enough to torture me a bit..."

Draco pulled a face. "That's not comforting."

"It is when you're me." Harry said softly, a small smile touching his lips. "It has been said that my ability to escape certain situations is almost...snake-like." His smirk widened and Draco almost laughed. "I know him, Draco. I know him as well as I know myself...I will be alright." He leaned close, gently pressing his lips against the blonds. "Just make sure to tell give them my message...and tell them I..."

Draco shoved fingers into Harry's hair. "I know." He replied softly, deepening the kiss. They stayed like that for a while before Draco moved away and stood up, leaving Harry feeling cold. "Look after yourself, I will be back." Draco whispered as he dragged the cloak over himself and disappeared. Harry listened to his footsteps and the soft click of the lock on the door at the top of the stairs before it relocked itself and he was alone.
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