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The Auror and the Fountain	By : wherdatcomfrom Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Okey, dokey. Here's another exerpt from a story gone lost. Not really, I just forgot it for a bit. Here's chapter fourteen, hope you like it.

RReh: Glad you’re liking it and I hope the plot will soon thicken enough for you. Actually, you were right about the misspelling, but it should have been Guise, not either of our choices. Thanks for pointing it out. My bad.

Chapter Fourteen: Ceremony and Spell

“Draco.” He said reaching out to take the blond by the hand. Draco allowed himself to be led, following Harry up the stairs and into bedroom. The room was dark, but not enough to keep him from seeing the intensity of the blond’s eyes. “What? Is something wrong?” he asked.

Draco shook his head, his hands finding Harry’s cheeks and holding them so that he could come forward and kiss him. He pulled out of the kiss and rested his forehead against the other wizard’s and sighed. “No. Not wrong. I keep feeling like this is all going to end. Too fast. I don’t think I could stand it if I woke up and it was all a dream. A good dream, but not reality.”

“It’s real, Draco. I think I’m falling in love with a ferret.” Harry reassured him, sliding hands along the thin man’s ribs and around his back. “A pale, skinny ferret with an attitude – one that bites.”

“I warned you about that.” Draco whispered as he leaned forward and grazed Harry’s neck with his teeth. He pressed only hard enough to bruise the flesh and Harry moaned a response. Draco sucked the spot, marking his lover and sending a quiver down Harry’s spine. He kissed the mark, moving on to brush his lips along Harry’s collar bone, tickling the skin and causing it to break out in gooseflesh. He chuckled at this, puffing his breath out onto the damp skin and sending a shiver down the expanse of chest and blood rushing further south.

"I should have listened, huh?" Harry said.

"Of course. You should listen to everything I say." Draco admonished.

"I will, but first I want to ask for something." Harry said and Draco pulled back to see his face. "I want you to take me, this time. Will you?" Harry asked and Draco's eyebrows rose toward his resettled hairline. "This isn't a one-way thing, Draco. I want to be equal, give and take. This time you take. Next time? We'll see."

"You're serious?" the blond asked and Harry nodded. "Okay. I'm game. Just imagine my resume after this. Potions master, ex-death eater and buggered the Chosen One. I'll be infamous."

"And what will you need that resume for?" Harry asked with a chuckle.

"Oh, I don't know. With qualifications like that, I could be Minister of Magic."

"Or, the next headmaster of Hogwarts?" Harry returned.

"That's doable. I could see it." Draco's haughty demeanor was back across his face and Harry shook his head.

"You've got to do the deed, first. So, stop writing your acceptance speech and fuck me through the mattress, already."

"Quite the romantic, Potter." Draco teased as he pushed his lover toward the bed.

Draco was amazingly efficient, bringing Harry to near climax with his mouth, lips and tongue, and before Harry could realize what he was about, he was prepped and stretched, lubed and spread eagle on his bed. It was more the way his fingers and mouth drove Harry crazy, then his abilities to be swift and detailed, but the Auror was not about to tell him that. "Now, Ferret!" he screamed as Draco's finger brushed his prostate and made his body twitch.

"That was the plan, Potter." Draco teased, pulling his hand free, which brought a whimper as response, and climbing up Harry's body. "You just look so sexy like that, all loose and squirmy. Now, let's see how this makes you look." And Draco shifted his hips, spearing Harry like a carp, filling him with his ready organ and causing a most delicious scream of pleasure.

"You're a prat, Draco." Harry said, grabbing fists full of soft blond hair and yanking Malfoy's face closer to kiss him hard and long.

Albus Severus Potter was fourteen years old and he was no fool. He had recently been made a prefect and was well on his way to one day becoming Head boy of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. One didn't bear the name of two former Headmasters and then sluff off on your work. He knew that there was something going on between his dad and Scorpius', but he wasn't sure what it was. He also knew that the story his dad told him about Sissy and Stan was contrived, but could wait until his father was ready to tell him the truth on that one. As for Malfoy, he wanted to know something and he was willing to break a few school rules to get answers.

He had already retrieved his dad's cloak from James, where they kept it was known only to the two boys and even Lily was unaware. He snuck out after curfew and found the potions master on the Marauder's Map. He followed his man until he stepped onto the stairs that led up to the Headmaster's office, formerly used by Dumbledore and Snape, and Albus followed silently.

At the top of the stairs, in the dusty confines of the room where everything sat silently covered with dust and starlight, Albus watched as Draco tossed floo powder into the grate of the ancient fireplace, long since unused since McGonagal had decided to make her offices elsewhere, and the green fire rose to his call of "Potter's Home." When Draco had disappeared, Albus stepped up, pulled off his cloak and folded it neatly. He waited for thirty minutes, then repeated these actions, ending with his own chant of "Home" and stepped into his living room. He looked around, finding nothing out of place, damaged or changed, but the atmosphere had an odd tint to it. Albus steathily moved about, searching for the cause of the sensation.

He heard the sound of voices, when he reached to top of the stairs and moved over to his father's bedroom door, slightly ajar for some reason. Well, his father hardly needed to close doors when he was supposedly alone, other than the babies, did he? Albus crept up to the door, put his eyes to the crack and peeped in.

Saturday morning, Harry stood in the little hut, surrounded by Kingsley, Myron, Lucius and Romgold, the goblin that he had contacted to be their secret keeper. The necessity of the creature's presence was the only reason that the little man had come, and his attitude showed he was impatient with them for taking so long. They had finished the spell, done all the needed rituals that were required, and now they had only to take the oaths that would complete this. The ceremony that Narcissa had chosen was lengthy and complicated, but it was designed to join their powers, even after they had passed on, and give the spell an identity that could keep it strong and stable for centuries to come. That was the beauty of it.

Lucius put out his hand, offering to be the first to take the oath, and Harry smiled, jolted a bit by the deja vu of another profered hand, and reached out with his own. They held each other firmly, as Kingsley performed the spell, binding them for eternity, to keep the secret of the well, its function and origins, from any and all who would use the waters for selfish or dangerous gains. When they were finished, Kingsley and Myron took the oath, then Harry and Kingsley, Myron and Lucius, and so on until each man had given his word with each other. The last oath was for Romgold, and he had only to swear on his future fortunes, his family's wealth and his children's lives, the three things that every goblin treasured.

They finished this, shared a glass of wine, with one drop of the fountain's water, and tossed their cups into the fireplace as one.

Harry was pleased with the outcome and the presence of the three men he trusted with these duties, he was secure that no one would face the fate that Ginny and Stan now shared.

As if they knew where his thoughts had gone, Kingsley asked, "Any news on that antidote, Harry?"

Myron nodded, as if he was thinking the same thing, and the Auror shook his head, but Lucius was the one to answer. "We haven't given up trying, but it is a very powerful enchantment."

"You will never counter a spell that was placed by one of the founders." Romgold said with a huff as he turned to the floo. "We need to go. Staying here risks the strength of the spell."

The four wizards nodded and began to gather up their things, leaving the hut in the same condition it was in before they began. Kingsley even cast a dusting spell that sent a layer of the stuff into the air, to float down and cover their presence, once they had departed. It was a useful spell for Aurors doing undercover survellaince, keeping their suspects from suspicion.

One by one, they stepped into the floo and returned to the abandoned camp, tattered tent and cold firepit still the only remains of those who had founded it.
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