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Honour Bound	By : Draeconin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42041 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Ch. 8
- 9-Ch. 9
- 10-Ch. 10
- 11-Ch. 11
- 12-Ch. 12
- 13-Ch. 13
- 14-Ch. 14
- 15-Ch. 15
- 16-Ch. 16
- 17-Ch. 17
- 18-Ch. 18
- 19-Ch. 19
- 20-Ch. 20
- 14
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- 16
Honour Bound
by Draeconin

See Chapter One for disclaimer and details.

Chapter Fifteen

In groups of two to five they came, until there were over twenty Slytherins from the top three years there, not counting Harry and Draco. When Blaise, who had come somewhere in the middle of this migration, indicated that everyone he expected was there, Harry closed the door and asked Lilorienne to hide it, so they wouldn't be interrupted.
"Most of Slytherin indeed," Harry murmured to Blaise in an aside.
He walked back up to the 'front' of the room, and addressed his Housemates as a group for the first time.
"Blaise tells me that you're considering an alliance with the Light side."
"Then Zabini mis-spoke" Milicent Bulstrode said, interrupting Harry before he could say anything else. "We're considering an alliance with you, Potter - nobody else."
"I said nothing of the Light side, Potter," Blaise reminded him, "just an alliance."
"They would have approached Dumbledore if they just wanted to join the Light, Harry," Draco put in.
Harry was astounded, and found himself at a loss for words - but not for long. "I wouldn't want to be accused of pride, but I'm actually very happy about that," he finally stated. "For my own reasons, I no longer wish to work directly with Dumbledore."
"Harry, you're going to have to tell them the whole story anyway, so why waste your breath by talking around the subject?" Draco said, interrupting him.
"Yeah, Potter; what's this codswallop Blaise is telling us about your parents?" called a voice from near the back; a seventh-year, Harry thought.
Harry had no idea how they had connected the story of his parents with Dumbledore... But maybe he wasn't giving them enough credit. Given that the Potters weren't his parents, it wasn't that much of a leap of logic to think that Dumbledore had his hand in the pot, dirtying the waters.
Harry winced at having mixed his metaphors, even if just in his own thoughts. Wait a minute... "Draco... Have you been campaigning behind my back?"
"Campaigning for what, Harry?" Draco looked as innocent as an angel - which meant he was anything but.
"Oh, you are so going to get it tonight, Draco," Harry threatened.
Draco licked his lips, looking interested. "Get what?"
Harry's cheeks flushed, but he wasn't going to let Draco manipulate his way out of this one. He just gave the blond a meaningful look, letting Draco make of it what he wanted, and turned back to find a very interested group of teenagers eyeing him and Draco curiously. Harry's face grew brighter, but he ignored it and tried to carry on. "What do you need to know, to agree to an alliance with me?" he asked.
"Who are you?" a voice asked from the back. It was Daphne Greengrass. "You've been Harry Potter for five years..."
"Rather longer, or I'm bound to a child!" Harry heard Draco snark quietly. Harry had to fight to keep the smirk from his face.
"...and now you're saying you're someone else. So who are you?" Daphne had finished, not hearing Draco's comment.
"I don't know what my real name is," Harry replied, still trying to suppress a grin, "but I've honoured the Potters, who did die in an attempt to keep me safe, by keeping at least a little of the name they gave me. However I've adopted the hyphenated names of both my father and sire. My name is Harald Myrddin Slytherin-Gryffindor."
There was silence, except for one one disgusted-sounding "Pht!" It was impossible to tell where it came from.
"I think you had better tell them the whole story, Harry," Draco said, while glaring at their audience and trying to identify the scoffer.
Harry sighed, and began. "It turns out that Sirius Black found me in a stasis spell in a cave that was revealed after an earthquake collapsed the debris hiding the opening..."
It had been a long meeting, and even after answering all the questions he could, Harry still had to show them the test results Professor Snape had produced. A few diehardsinsisted on hearing from Professor Snape himself, but Harry told them that they would have to do so on their own, and at their own risk. Professor Snape had already stated that he didn't want to be bothered about this again. That deterred all but two. Harry shrugged. He'd warned them.

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Draco massaged Harry's shoulders, working the knots out that had developed during the meeting with the other Slytherins. Blaise had told them that they would discuss what they had learned, and try to give them a decision the following day.
"Oh, that feels so good, Draco," Harry said, even as Draco's Quidditch-strengthened hands dug into his shoulders. It hurt, but the resulting relaxation of the muscles abated the continuous ache he would have had. His frustration level was still rather high, however. "Gods, I wish they'd just open up!" he said of his Housemates, although to be truthful they had come quite a way, if they were willing to discuss options.
"What was that, master?" one of the snake guardians of the fireplace asked.
Under the influence of the pain and relief Harry was experiencing under Draco's hands, he didn't notice the change in language, and replied in the same tongue "I said I want them to open up!"
Of a sudden, there came grinding and scraping sounds from several areas in the room. Draco momentarily froze, and Harry jumped up from where he'd been sitting, drawing his wand as he did so. Draco was only half a second behind him.
But as they looked around, there were no attackers to be seen. What could be seen was that a bookcase had moved, revealing a room behind it. The wood storage cupboard had slid aside, showing a small, dark passage, and one of the sets of steps leading into the sunken room had also slid aside, revealing yet another set of steps, leading down.
"I think you just proved your theory about hidden things here, Harry," Draco joked, with a hint of awe in his voice. "Just what the hell did you say, anyway?"
"Didn't you ask me to repeat...?" Harry stopped as realisation hit him. "No, you wouldn't have called me 'master'."
"Duecéd right, I wouldn't, but what are you... Something asked you, in parseltongue, to repeat what you said?"
"Quite likely, I'd say," Harry nodded, already peering into the passage that had opened up behind the wood bin. "I wasn't really paying attention."
Harry turned around, and strode towards the entrance, stopping about five feet away from the wall. "Melchior!" he called.
The fountain, replicated on this side of the wall, but without the snake, rotated until the snake guardian statue was facing him. "Yes, master?"
"What was all that about?"
The guardian did not try to feign ignorance. "She tells us you may soon have need of every secret of the castle, but we could not reveal these without your order."
"Harry?" Draco said, asking for an explanation.
Harry gave a wry grin. "They tricked me into ordering them to reveal the secrets, here," he revealed.
"Well, you weren't doing anything to find them on your own, were you?" Draco stated slyly.
Harry raised a brow at his fiancè. "Just whose side are you on, anyway?"
"Yours, but you can manage to put things off," Draco said, with a grin.
Now it was Harry's turn to grin. "Like teaching you parseltongue?" he asked, slowly advancing on Draco.
Draco now wore a puzzled frown. "But I thought you said..." His eyes widened. "Harry..." he said, apprehensively.
"Yes, love?" Harry asked as he took Draco in his arms, and nuzzled his neck.
"You want to complete the bond?" Draco asked nervously.
Harry nodded, his expression more serious now, as he looked into Draco's eyes. "Yes, love."
Draco looked back into Harry's eyes for some time, weighing and sorting his emotions. He decided he loved Harry, but he wasn't ready for this. After a further few moments, he realised that he was scared. It was a big step. If he waited until he was comfortable with the idea, they might never complete the bond. The big question was; did he love Harry enough to forge ahead despite his fear? Slowly, he nodded, and was rewarded when a look of joy suffused Harry's face, and Harry's lips claimed his.
Harry was all for heading for the bedroom right away, but Draco nixed that idea. "Shower first, Harry," he insisted. Not only did Harry smell of sweat after facing down a roomful of Slytherins, but Draco didn't want to take any chance of his own hygiene, after a long day, offending Harry. He wanted to be sure he was clean all over. And a hot shower might help him relax.
"You're right," Harry replied, becoming conscious of himself. He looked around at the open passages. "Those can wait until tomorrow," he said, indicating the openings to the blond.
"Close the passages," he told Melchior. "I'll deal with them tomorrow."
"Aren't you curious?" Draco asked him, even as the openings disappeared behind their camouflage.
"Weren't you the one who told me to put things in order of importance?" he asked. Upon receiving a nod from the blond, he said "You're more important."
They had shared baths, and since Lilorienne had created it, a couple of showers, but it wasn't something they did all the time. Each of them had days where they just needed a bit more alone time than they usually had. That was not the case today. Draco had not been in the shower but a couple of minutes when he heard the door open, and he felt Harry come up behind him.
Harry put his arms around Draco, moving up close to nuzzle the pale neck, his erection brushing Draco's arse. He felt Draco tense slightly, both physically and through their bond, but he also felt Draco fighting to relax, so he continued to nuzzle and kiss on his neck until he did.
"Nervous?" he asked softly.
"I don't do 'nervous'," Draco replied, leaning back into him, but he flinched a little as Harry's erection pressed into one butt cheek, before deliberately relaxing into it. He wasn't willing to admit his case of nerves, lest Harry decide to put off the moment. He had known from the start, of course, that Harry would top him. Their bond almost demanded it. But his training demanded that he should never yield to another. That conflict, plus the natural nervousness attached to first time intercourse, had been at the base of his reticence. Now he was forcibly repressing his training. He wanted Harry, and this was needed in order to have him.
Harry let it go. This was not the time to bring the truth home. Instead, he began to gently wash the blond, using no wash cloth or sponge, but only his hands. Slowly, Draco became truly relaxed under his touch, and started washing Harry.
Soon the physical sensations and sexual tension became too much, and Harry pressed Draco up against a wall. They kissed and rubbed against each other. Because they'd been resisting acting on their urges until they couldn't stand it any longer, it wasn't long before Draco came. Shortly thereafter, so did Harry.
Afterward, Harry was unhappy with himself. He knew he'd be able to become erect again fairly soon: that wasn't what he was concerned about. He'd lost control; let his lust control his actions. But he tried to hide his upset, and determined not to do so again.
He'd hidden his face against Draco's neck during this introspection so he'd give nothing away, distracting the blond by gently nuzzling, licking, and kissing his neck. Now he lifted his head and leaned his forehead against Draco's. "Love you," he murmured.
Draco didn't respond vocally, but tilted his head until their lips met, kissing his fiancè tenderly. "We've made ourselves a mess again, you know," he teased, his voice low. Draco had caught Harry's feelings through their bond and could guess at the cause, but Harry had resolved whatever it was quickly, so he let it go. Besides which, he was feeling far too good right now, to spoil it.
'Maybe losing control wasn't so bad after all,' Harry thought, seeing how relaxed Draco was (and observing his own more relaxed state).
After a thorough rinse, they dried off, and went to bed. At first they just lay next to each other, shyly touching each other as though it were the first time, and occasionally sharing tender, closed mouth kisses. Their erections revived within minutes.
Eventually Draco pulled Harry closer, so their erections were pressed together. Harry continued the movement, rolling over on top of the blond. But still neither was willing to show the urgency that was building up within them.
Finally, Harry knew it was time to begin. He leaned up, away from his fiancè to look him the eyes, repeatedly running one hand gently through Draco's hair. When he was sure he had his attention, he said "I know you've read at least one of the books I brought home. Right?"
Draco nodded. "How did you know?" He thought he'd been very sly, and hadn't got caught.
Harry's cheeks tinted as he said "I felt you had some alarm and embarrassment through our link, so I came looking to see if you were all right. I saw you reading it. I thought for sure you'd tease me about having them." The unasked question hung there.
Draco ignored it. He wasn't about to admit that he'd needed the education as well, although he was fairly sure Harry already knew that.
When it became evident that no explanation would be forthcoming, Harry forged ahead. "You know this first time isn't likely to be very comfortable?" This may not have been the best time to discuss this subject, but it was one that needed to be talked about.
Draco nodded. "I've been stretching myself," he offered shyly, his own cheeks ablaze, now.
Harry was relieved to hear that. He'd still need to make sure Draco was loose enough, but it wouldn't be a totally new experience for the blond. "Did you read about the positions?" he asked. Upon Draco's nod, he asked "It says the first time might be better if I take you from behind."
For some reason, Draco's mischievous side spoke up. "You'll be taking my behind, anyway."
Harry knew it was humour, but it seemed a strange time for it. He gave an appreciative little smirk anyway, then leaned down and gave Draco a short, fierce kiss before getting off Draco entirely. "Roll over, you blond git," he said affectionately.
Draco did so, and waved his arse teasingly at Harry. It was either play, or panic. And he was too close to the latter. He grabbed his pillow, wrapping it up into a bundle against his chest.
"Up on your knees a bit, love," Harry directed.
Draco was doing his best not to think of what he was doing, or the picture he must present. He focused on feeling the sheets, and Harry's hands on him as he adjusted his position.
Harry, for his part, loved the picture that was being presented to him, and what it meant. It meant that Draco truly wanted to bond with him. It would have been the same, without any magic involved. He caressed Draco's body, carefully pressing the length of his erection along Draco's arse crack as he leaned forward to touch, caress, and hold as much of the blond as he could. He reached under his lover's body to rub Draco's nipples, caress the tight muscles of his stomach, and gently coddle the egg-shaped bollocks hanging loosely in their sac. Finding Draco's nerves had caused his erection to flag, he gently encouraged it back to fullness.
Feeling Harry's hardness pressed into his arse, against his opening, if not yet demanding entrance from it, had brought home to Draco just how close he was to losing his virginity. He was scared, excited, and determined, all at the same time. He hadn't noticed his wilting erection until he felt Harry's hand on it. It embarrassed him that it had happened, at the same time that Harry's ministrations excited him, making his thoughts and the case of nerves that had accompanied them recede into the background. "Do it, Harry," he urged throatily. Waiting for it to happen was torture. He wanted it over with. Not the experience - the waiting. Well, maybe the experience, too. He wasn't sure.
Draco felt Harry move away from him, but he was back in seconds.
Harry repositioned himself, and opened the small bottle of oil he'd retrieved. Pouring a few drops on his fingers, he applied it to Draco's opening, which clenched spasmodically when he touched it. "Easy, love," he soothed, continuing his ministrations. It took long enough for Draco to relax that Harry's need fell to a more bearable level. He added a few more drops of oil, and slowly started applying more pressure, until suddenly one of his fingers slipped in. Draco gasped. Harry didn't remove the finger, but he stopped moving it. "Are you all right?" he asked softly. He didn't think he could have hurt his bond mate, but he needed to be sure.
Draco nodded, and then, afraid that Harry mightn't have seen him, quietly said "Yes. It just surprised me."
"Let me know if it hurts, or you want me to stop, all right?"
Draco nodded again, although he privately determined that he wasn't going to go through this nerve-wracking experience again: he was going through with it this time. He thought of how gentle and caring Harry was being, and his attitude softened. He relaxed, putting more trust in Harry doing his best not to hurt him.
Feeling Draco relax, Harry tried slipping in another finger. It was tight, so he slowly worked his two fingers in and out until they were completely in, then started working them around, twisting then in different directions. Suddenly, Draco gasped. "Draco?" Harry inquired.
"Mm. You touched something. It felt good."
Harry had forgotten about the prostate, being more concentrated on getting his lover's muscles relaxed. He mentioned it to Draco, who agreed.
"Do it again?" Draco requested.
Lilorienne relaxed, in a metaphysical sense. Despite everything, she had worried that the young blond man would refuse to mate with the king. That eventuality now seemed far less likely.
The relaxation process took no time at all, after Harry found the small gland and started massaging it. Draco was making little noises, and didn't seem to notice when Harry added a third finger. He did notice, however, when Harry removed those fingers - and then he felt the head of Harry's well oiled erection at his opening.
"Remember what the book said, love," Harry told him. "Pushing out as I push in will help you relax those muscles." He didn't wait for a reply, but slowly started pushing at Draco's opening, relaxing back, then pushing again. He'd only done that three times before the head slipped in. He immediately stopped pushing, waiting for a signal from the young man under him.
Draco was panting as he restrained himself from crying out. Even with Harry's careful preparation of him, this invasion was stretching skin and muscles. It wasn't too bad, though, and soon that 'stretchy' pain went away. "Okay," he said, giving Harry permission to continue. He was silently berating himself for only having tried stretching himself twice. It had seemed such a perverse exercise, and he'd felt so silly doing it, though. It didn't seem so silly or perverse any longer.
Every inch or two, Harry had to stop to allow Draco to relax and adjust, but eventually he was fully seated. "Okay?" he inquired.
Draco felt overly full. If he hadn't emptied his bowels before the shower, he would have thought he needed to use the loo. Harry felt so big! But he wasn't in pain, so "I'm all right. Just..." It felt so awkward saying this - it was so clichè. But he needed the reassurance. "Just be gentle?"
In answer, Harry bent forward and softly kissed Draco's shoulder. Then he straightened back up, grasped Draco's hips, and slowly pulled part-way out before sliding home again; two, three, four times. He was feeling the pressure. He had taken so long to ensure Draco's comfort, and all the while his nerve endings had been being stimulated. He paused, letting the urgency die down.
Draco opened his eyes, curious. He had just started to feel comfortable with Harry in him.
"I didn't want it over so soon," Harry explained.
Draco's cheeks tinted, although he couldn't have told anyone why.
Harry looked down at his lover. "Are you okay?" he asked, tenderly.
Draco nodded shyly, but he was getting impatient. He gave a slight thrust up at the green-eyed young man above him.
Harry took the hint, and again began thrusting into his mate, exerting all his willpower to restrain himself, and trying to pleasure his lover at the same time.
It was working. When Draco felt Harry's manhood again moving into and out of him, he also felt Harry's hardness massaging his prostate, which had the effect of stimulating him again to hardness. The initial discomfort of his penetration had made him wilt, although he had eventually found other pleasures in the stimulation he was getting. But now, with the revivification of his erection, he wanted to add that pleasure, as well. He reached back and started fondling himself, although his main attention was on the stimulation he was getting from Harry. He moaned. "Faster, Harry," he directed breathlessly, as he felt his need building.
Harry was only too happy to comply. He needed release.
Both young men were now sweaty, and their breaths were coming faster, and deeper.
Harry's thrusts were longer, deeper, and faster as his climax drew inevitably nearer.
Draco now had one hand in front of him as he raised up and braced himself, pushing back into Harry's thrusts, stroking himself harder, and faster. And then he was there, and over the edge. His arms collapsed under him. The only reason he didn't fall flat was that he had no room to do so. He was vaguely aware of Harry uttering a low yell, and a pulsing in his rectum. Shortly after, he felt Harry's weight fall on him, and his knees finally slid out from under him as the world gently slipped away from him.

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