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A Brother to Basilisks	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 85172 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty—Warmth
Lucius poured himself a glass of wine, frowning. When he held up the wine to the light, it swirled with bubbles that looked off-color, yellow instead of the pale gold they were supposed to be. Lucius put the glass on the library table without tasting it and paced slowly around the room, staring between the shelves and the fireplace.
How could I have let Bellatrix overhear what we were planning?
Lucius knew that part of it simply consisted of Bellatrix having more contacts than he’d known about. After all, she’d been free much longer than most people realized, too. But his cheeks stung with humiliation as he thought, and he took from his pocket the parchment list of names Severus had written down for him before they departed from the clearing.
I am going to get to work researching them now. I want to know exactly who I can’t count on.
If he wanted to prove something else—namely, that Harry could trust him—Lucius wasn’t about to admit it to anyone.
*
“This will do more than well enough.”
The echoes of the words still hung on the air as Ellen took off the robes she wore and disappeared into the water. Harry blinked, but luckily couldn’t see much of her naked skin, or scales, before she dived. He shook his head and turned to Draco, pressing his hand to draw his attention away from the water.
Draco smiled at him.
The soft, shimmering agitation that had been playing in Harry’s chest before they left the clearing returned. He knew what he wanted. And he ignored the way that Dash was laughing down the bond. If anything, he thought Dash should have been relieved that Harry had made it to this point, and he was going to do something about it instead of letting Draco languish and pine any longer.
I’m glad that you’ll do something about it. I’m just amused at the way you’re treating it. Like no one else in the world ever mated before?
Shut up, Harry muttered, and flushed even harder when he caught Draco looking at him. But Draco looked as if he was going to only urge him on. His hand came to rest on the small of Harry’s back, and he lowered his head. Harry found himself holding his breath. Draco only murmured words into his ear, though.
“I know an empty classroom where we can go and no one will disturb us until we’re done. I’d suggest a bedroom, but…”
Harry swallowed hard and nodded. He saw Draco’s eyes widen. Maybe Draco had thought Harry would back out again at the last minute. Harry found his hand and squeezed it as gently as he could.
“It took me a long time to be ready. But I am now.”
Draco’s smile flashed like starlight in the moments before he turned and walked briskly back towards the school. Harry followed him, glancing at Dash, who was coiled as if he was about to turn and go hunting in the Forbidden Forest.
Don’t wait up.
I shall have fun watching the worries of the others if you do not return by morning, Dash retorted, and slid away with a tap of his tail against the ground. Harry didn’t linger to watch him disappear into the Forest the way he usually would; he hurried after Draco instead.
And there was something better than warmth in his chest, a pulsing, pounding excitement.
We’re going to do this.
*
Draco looked anxiously around the room. He thought it had once been a Potions classroom, based on the shelves that stood around the walls, and so he’d often come here when he wanted to use it for brewing. There were still a few sturdy chairs and one table, but everything else lay in a broken pile of dust-covered fragments against the wall opposite the door.
I can do one thing. Draco waved his wand, and a small whirlwind sprang to life and danced about the room. When it vanished, it took the dust with it.
“Thank you.”
Draco whipped around in surprise and almost hit his hip on the table. Harry was standing in the doorway, his fingers clutching it as if he was having second thoughts. But he let it go a few seconds later and walked into the room, until he and Draco were chest-to-chest. Draco found he was panting, and tried to stop.
“Thank you so much,” Harry said softly. “You’re…”
He didn’t try to define what Draco was, instead reaching up and sliding his fingers gently down Draco’s cheek. Draco turned his head without thinking and took Harry’s thumb into his mouth, sucking on it. It was a gesture he wouldn’t have tried even a few days ago, with Harry so reluctant to pursue anything.
But now Harry gasped out a sharp breath and leaned more heavily against him, staring at his own finger in Draco’s mouth. Draco grinned and did something he’d only dreamed of doing: bit the base of Harry’s thumb where it joined his hand. Harry groaned shakily and leaned harder against him, driving Draco back until he was leaning over the table with Harry resting against him.
“I want, I want—”
“It’s okay, let me,” Draco said softly, and pushed back until he was standing up straight again and Harry was in front of him, eyes dark and impatient with desire. Harry nodded at him and then stretched his neck up eagerly when Draco bent down to kiss him. Draco cradled his cheeks and let the moment stretch out. This was something he’d dreamed of too, even during those times when it seemed like it would be forever until Harry wanted to do something for him.
But then the moment slid past and vanished, and Harry stuck his tongue into Draco’s mouth. Draco grunted, shocked, and staggered backwards again as Harry reached out and cupped his erection through his robes.
“I thought you were going to let—”
“Can’t wait, sorry.” Harry’s voice was breathless, but he didn’t stop talking as he took Draco in hand and started stroking him. “Merlin, just watching you do all that—you’re so powerful, Draco, you’re beautiful, and I know what kind of sacrifice you had to make so you could do that…”
Harry talked on and on, although at some point it turned into babbling nonsense-words. Or maybe Draco’s brain started hearing it that way. He just knew his eyes were rolling back and he was almost sick with the pleasure of Harry’s touch. He caught his shoulders and staggered. Harry eased him back towards the table. He’d finally stopped talking. His face was soft and intent.
Draco’s head was spinning. He reached out, he didn’t know for what, and got a handful of Harry’s robes. Then Harry was leaning close to him and kissing him again, and the world blacked out in a comfortable, beautiful way—
He came.
It was so much more intense than what he did by himself, even though it was still wet and sticky. He half-expected Harry to pull his hand away. But Harry just kept it there, stroking Draco until he stopped shuddering, and then said again, in a kind of satisfied way, “Beautiful.”
Draco kissed him and reached for him. Harry arched his hips forwards, his eyes closed. “That feels so good,” he said, and he rubbed himself back and forth along Draco’s palm.
“Yeah? Wait until you see what else I’d like to do to you,” Draco said into his ear, which made Harry moan. Draco rubbed and rubbed and rubbed, and Harry was bucking steadily, his hips settling into a pattern of thrusts. “Come on, Harry. This is only the first time. We’re going to have so many other times. We’re going—”
“Oh, fuck,” Harry grunted, and bent, and came.
Draco bent over and laid his mouth against the back of Harry’s neck, sucking harshly on it. Harry panted at him and tossed his head back, letting Draco keep stroking him as long as he needed to. Draco only slowly withdrew his hand when Harry started squirming instead of acting pleased.
“You are beautiful, you know,” Harry said, and turned around when he’d got his breath back to smile at Draco.
Draco ducked his head, but he could feel his ears and his cheeks both heating from his blush. “Um, thanks,” he said. “So are you.” And Harry turned an even darker red than he had, which made Draco feel like they were more equal. “Do you know any cleaning spells?” he added. “I don’t know any that wouldn’t scourgify the skin, too.”
“Just a minute.” Harry closed his eyes as if he was trying to remember something, then waved his wand. “Abluo.”
Draco gasped as a warm, wet cloth seemed to travel along his cock for a second. It was invisible, or he might actually have thought Harry had conjured it. “That’s amazing. How did you learn it?”
Harry put away his wand with his ears turning redder than ever. “Severus. I destroyed a dummy that he had me practicing with, and all this fake blood spilled out. He insisted I should know how to clean up the mess if I was going to make it.”
“I like it,” said Draco, and let his hand rest on Harry’s shoulder again as he turned him around to kiss him. Harry responded languidly, his eyelids already drooping, and Draco smiled. Even if he was the one who had used blood magic tonight, Harry had stood up in front of their allies, maintained his temper, had a few shocks, and then come back and—helped Draco. No wonder he was tired.
“You should go to bed,” Draco murmured.
Harry’s eyes opened wide, and Draco snorted a little. “Not with me,” he said. “Not in the way you’re thinking of. I just meant that you should rest.” He glanced over Harry’s shoulder as the classroom door creaked open. The absolute lack of footsteps he’d heard was the main thing that reassured him, and then Dash slid inside and proved him right. “Dash will escort you up to Gryffindor Tower.”
“Since when do I need an escort?” Harry asked, and frowned at him.
“Sine Umbridge and her kind are wandering the corridors,” Draco snapped back, and then put a hand on Harry’s shoulder when he opened his mouth, probably to argue. “Can you indulge me? Just for tonight?”
Harry thought about it, then said, even as he yawned, “Indulging you once means that you’ll want me to do it again.”
Draco only shook his head and kissed him once more. “Maybe so, but for tonight, I would sleep better if I knew that you were safe.”
Harry immediately melted, of course. Ask him to do something for somebody else and you’ve got it, Draco thought, a slight ache in his heart as Harry kissed his chin and stepped back, resting his hand on Dash’s head. “Of course. Say good night to Draco, Dash.”
Dash stuck out his tongue in what Draco thought was a salute, not a mocking gesture—he thought, anyway—and then turned and crawled silently out through the classroom door again. Harry followed, with a few wistful glances backwards. Draco sat back on the table and closed his eyes, reliving the kiss and the moments of their pleasure over and over again.
It was less of an ordeal to sneak back to Slytherin himself when he was done, because Umbridge almost never patrolled the dungeons. However, he did have to deal with the erection that the memories of Harry had brought up.
*
Wake up.
The slither of Dash’s voice down the bond brought Harry startlingly, heart-poundingly awake at once. He turned his head and blinked. Dash’s lidded eyes hovered a short distance from his face, and the yellow glow behind those lids seemed fiercer than ever.
Harry followed Dash’s precautions and spoke only in his mind. What’s the matter?
Umbridge is outside the portrait trying to get into the Gryffindor common room.
Harry shivered. She probably couldn’t do anything, any more than she’d been able to when she’d ordered him to detention, but it was eerie to know that she was brave enough to try after he’d threatened her with Dash.
The woman is stupid, and has too much faith in the power of the Ministry. Any attempt to control her through threats is not going to work. Dash slithered to the edge of the bed and slid off onto the floor, a thump that made Ron’s snores pause for a moment. But he went on snoring a second later, and Harry opened his curtains to watch Dash as he crept determinedly towards the door. Come on.
What are you going to do?
Kill her.
You said that she would give you indigestion.
That’s only eating. Not killing. Killing is much simpler.
Harry tied the robe he’d worn to bed quickly and hurried after Dash, ignoring the way that his bare feet on the floor of the bedroom made him think of Draco. Everything was probably going to make him think of Draco for a while. You can’t kill her. I don’t want you to.
Dash turned the upper part of his body around to face him. For a second, Harry thought he could see straight through the clear eyelids, and into glittering yellow eyes with as much wisdom as they’d shown that night in the dreamscape when Dash revealed that he used to be Salazar Slytherin.
She is a dangerous enemy, Dash said simply. More dangerous still if she has acquired the courage to enter the common room. Will you put yourself and even others at risk because you do not want to watch blood or violence?
Harry took a deep breath. He had the awful feeling that a test of his bond with Dash had come a lot earlier than he’d expected. I know you don’t have to kill her with blood and violence. That’s just—a distraction. But Dash, I still don’t want her dead.
Tell me why her life is more precious than yours.
Have you forgotten that the Ministry already hates us? Harry snapped back. There’s no way that they’ll overlook a second person dying from your bite or your gaze, and they’ll start thinking that they can order me to give you up again.
They are wrong.
I know they are, but that doesn’t mean I just want to walk out there and challenge the Ministry, Dash!
Dash slithered towards Harry and wrapped gently around him. Harry leaned into the coils, warm from the heat of his own body, and tried to push all his conviction into the leaning. You need to think about this. You need to realize I can’t challenge the Ministry.
Harry. Dash’s voice, saying that word, was gentler than anything Harry had heard except Draco’s. What do you think you’re doing, by gathering these allies and getting ready to fight?
We’re going to fight Voldemort, not the Ministry!
Is that what they will think?
Harry swallowed. He had to admit that it probably wasn’t, and Fudge or someone would probably decide that Harry was a horrible rebel against the Ministry and try to cut them down. They might not be thrilled about Harry allying with werewolves and Susana’s people, either. Assuming they knew about Susana’s people.
But he clung to the main argument. None of that means that you should kill Umbridge now.
What about later?
Not later, either!
Dash studied him in silence. Then he abruptly dropped his head and hissed, Let us find out what she wants. You can open the portrait hole for her. I will wait in the darkness. And he slid off with that flowing motion that made him look like black water, unwinding his tail from Harry on the way as he went.
Harry narrowed his eyes a little, but honestly couldn’t see a reason to argue. As long as Dash stayed out of sight, it was pretty unlikely that either of them would do something that would antagonize Umbridge.
He walked down the stairs and over to the portrait. From the sound of it, Umbridge was shouting at the Fat Lady. Harry licked his lips and didn’t turn towards the corner where he knew Dash was waiting, invisible except for his yellow eyes. Harry waited for a second, to give himself time to think of a story in case Umbridge thought he was trying to sneak out after curfew, and then jerked the painting open.
Umbridge had to jump back so that it didn’t hit her. She looked at Harry and narrowed her eyes in that dislike she always had. “Where are you going, Mr. Potter?” she asked, and Harry wondered how anyone could think she was harmless. There was hatred in the back of her voice. “Out for a little wander around the school, violating the rules?”
Harry shook his head. “No, Professor. I heard someone trying to get in and thought it was a first-year who forgot the password.”
Umbridge said nothing for a second. Then she said, “Let me in, Mr. Potter,” and moved past him as if he didn’t exist. When Harry shut the portrait and turned around, she was standing in the middle of the common room, sneering at the décor.
It makes sense that she would hate Gryffindor House. She was probably a Slytherin—
Then she faced him, and she was aiming her wand at him. Harry froze.
Dash did nothing. Harry stared at Umbridge’s wand and waited. He supposed Dash wasn’t doing anything because he had agreed he wouldn’t. Harry wanted to look towards the corner where he’d seen the yellow eyes glistening, but didn’t dare.
“You’ve caused so much trouble, Mr. Potter.” Umbridge’s voice was hoarse, and she moved forwards, her wand trembling so hard that it looked as if her arm had gone frail. “I will not permit it. You won’t trouble the Minister. You won’t set your basilisk on people. You won’t act as though you can control him through the bond, when the truth is that he controls you. Yes, I heard all about the fangs in your mouth when you killed Dumbledore.”
“That’s not—”
“I won’t have it, I said!” Umbridge screamed so hard that flecks of spittle flew across the room and touched Harry. “Now. You can surrender and take your punishment like a good boy, and perhaps you’ll be alive at the end of it, or you can resist and then I can tell the Minister that you tragically died as I tried to arrest you.”
Harry tensed. Either choice was going to set the Ministry against him and his allies and make a mess of the whole thing—
“Nothing to say?” Umbridge chuckled softly. “Resisting arrest it is, then. Cru—”
The darkness seemed to well up behind Umbridge, and Dash’s tail-strike took the wand from her hand. Umbridge screamed and clutched her stinging wrist, her eyes wide. Harry Summoned it and turned back just in time to see Dash’s fangs sink into her shoulder.
Umbridge screamed again, but it was already a weak, pathetic sound. She slumped to her knees and grabbed her shoulder. Her whole body was shivering. Harry licked his dry lips and thought for a single second about phoenix tears.
You will not give them to her, even if you can find a phoenix in time. Dash reared up and ended up putting his chin on Harry’s shoulder. Harry still had to shudder and struggle to keep standing. She is going to die.
Yeah, I can see that, Harry whispered. He found himself watching Umbridge even as she dropped to the floor. He also found himself wondering if he had looked like that when the basilisk under the school bit him.
Most likely not. You were always braver. Dash rested his chin harder, and Harry realized at least part of the weight was to keep him from going to Umbridge’s aid. Harry looked down at the floor and heard the moment when she died, when the rattle of breath in her throat stopped.
She was going to torture you.
Harry nodded, but didn’t say anything.
Don’t tell me that you regret her death!
“Of course I do,” Harry whispered, his eyes locked on the floor where he could see one of Umbridge’s feet sticking into the corner of his vision. “Of course I do. It was a terrible way to die.”
And you would want anyone who threatened you to live?
Harry sighed and rubbed his eyes. I just think it’s going to be a lot more complicated with the Ministry because she’s dead, he said, trying to be as diplomatic as he could when Dash could just read his every thought anyway.
If you think that, then think how complicated it would have been if she had succeeded in torturing you.
Harry winced. “Yes, all right,” he said aloud. “Now what do we do?”
Now? You go to your Severus. Dash withdrew from Harry in order to coil next to the body. I keep vigil here, in case someone comes down the stairs and insists on misunderstanding.
I think they might misunderstand even more when they see you crouched over a motionless body, Harry said dryly.
But they won’t interfere if they think she’s about to be a meal. And that state of affairs can last until you come back.
Harry sighed, but turned to climb out the portrait hole. He had no idea what would happen by the time he managed to get Severus up the stairs and back to the Gryffindor common room. It had already been a long day, and Severus was probably asleep by now.
The way I wish I was.
But, in a small part of himself whose existence he probably wouldn’t talk about even if directly asked, Harry had to admit that he was glad Umbridge was dead, complications and all. He didn’t need someone else around who was going to torture him. Voldemort did well enough at that.
A whisper of Dash’s voice drifted down the bond to him as he made his way to the first staircase.
And that is one of the reasons I killed her.
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Zoha-Lixue: They calm the fudge down later? I'm glad that you're enjoying the story in a way, though.
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