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Changing Faces	By : WynterRose Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry struggled against the hands that held him down. Draco's lips held onto his as his tongue ravaged Harry's mouth. One arm escaped, but betrayed him nonetheless; it wound its way through Draco’s hair pulling him into a deeper, more passionate kiss. That taste, oh how, he remembered that taste - he loved that taste, could drown in that taste.
Harry struggled, biting Draco’s lips. Draco pulled back; the ice in his eyes was melting with the passion, tension between them. A drop of blood formed on his bottom lip where Harry had bit him.
Harry could only see the droplet of red. He opened his mouth and licked his lips slowly. His green eyes swirled with something he refused to acknowledge.
Draco watched lust beginning to consume Harry. He parted his lips and lowered himself down again. He let his lips barely touch Harry’s, just enough for the bitter taste of iron to fill his mouth. “You are mine, Harry, all mine,” he murmured against Harry’s mouth. He felt Harry’s lips part before he began the brutal assault again.
Harry was lost. Those eyes held him captive. They were the same eyes he had been staring into for the past few months. He was feeling every emotion that had dominated his thoughts, his dreams, his actions since the first meeting. He felt himself surrendering completely under the pressure of Draco’s lips, hands and the look in the eyes. His body remembered this and moved of its own accord, his legs relaxing, letting Draco slide in between them, his moan escaping into the fiery kiss.
Draco’s kiss softened when he felt Harry's submission. He ground his hips into Harry’s groin, showing how much he wanted his husband. His grip loosened on Harry’s other arm. He ran his free hand along Harry’s face and into his messy hair. He pulled back from the kiss and gazed at Harry. “Tell me you’re mine.”
Harry nodded as he gazed into the silvery depths.
“Tell me, Harry.”
The voice was more demanding. His lover was on top of him, wanting him. He would do anything for that person. “I’m yours,” he stuttered softly, still trying to fight the side of his mind telling him that this was Draco.
With that simple confession, Draco smiled. He kissed Harry again, softer this time. He explored Harry’s mouth gently. He let his hands roam over his lover's body, gently but firmly reminding Harry of who was in charge.
Harry’s eyes fluttered closed. He relaxed into the bed as he felt his shirt being removed. He moved his limbs as he needed to, but fell back into the haze. He shivered as Draco slowly removed his clothes. When Draco’s trousers hit the floor, Harry pulled Draco down on top of him and kissed him heatedly. His tongue found entrance into Draco’s mouth, exploring the recesses.
Draco pulled back from the kiss with a smirk on his face. “That’s right. I’m yours.” He leaned down and began to trail kisses along Harry’s body. He explored each inch of his body listening to Harry moan with each new nibble. Draco's mouth claimed the erection that was making itself known. He began to tease him, slowly moving up and down the shaft. He would occasionally draw out the releasing of the shaft with a continuous sucking that elicited ragged breathing out of the other man. He moved his hands and began to stroke Harry’s balls softly, letting his fingers slid down and tease Harry’s entrance. Harry’s body moved with Draco’s mouth and hands and only gasped when the first finger entered him.
Draco took his mouth off Harry’s penis and took one of his balls in his mouth and began to suck on it. He lowered himself more to begin licking beside his finger that was slowly fucking Harry, preparing him for larger objects. Harry moaned as Draco slipped in another finger.
Draco glanced up at Harry’s face, which was paralyzed with pleasure. He had never seen anything more beautiful. He slid his fingers out of his lover and replaced them with his well-lubed cock. He slid inside of Harry slowly, letting the green eyes peer into his soul as he took his lover, his husband, his mate. “All mine, Harry,” he whispered as he leaned in to kiss him softly.
The dance continued and moved in time to a music they could hear. Harry could stand it no longer as Draco brushed his prostate. He came with a scream. Draco was soon after, collapsing on top of him, sweat dripping off of both of their bodies.
Draco raised his head and looked at Harry softly before closing his eyes. The boys fell asleep in post-coital bliss. Neither boy stirred until there was a pounding on the door six hours later.
“Harry, open this door immediately!” Lucius yelled through the door.
Harry didn’t even open his eyes as he mumbled for Draco to make his father shut up. They both sat up in a hurry.
“Bloody hell! I’m not supposed to be here.” Draco said, irritated, as he pulled on his clothes. Harry pulled on his shorts and went to the door to open it for Lucius.
“What is it, Lucius?” he asked tiredly.
“Draco has to leave now. He should have been gone already. The Weasleys are beginning to stir,” he said as he walked into the room. “Make yourself presentable at least. Don’t let it look as if you have been shagged all night long.”
Harry’s face burned with the accusation. Draco merely looked up at his father. “For your information, Father, it was only just the once. Someone hasn’t been sleeping well, so I needed to take care of that need first.” Draco buttoned his shirt quickly. He looked in the mirror and ran his fingers through his hair. “Snape is the only one who will see me, but still. I’m not going to hear the end of it.”
He looked at Harry who was just watching with a tired look on his face. “Love, I’m sorry I have to run. It still isn’t safe. I can’t stay away any longer. We will have to plan the next meeting so I can be here longer.” He walked over and kissed him softly. “I have to go fight your war now.”
Harry’s eyes hardened. “My war? Bloody hell, Draco, when did it become <i>my</i> war? This is Voldemort's war. He dragged me into it. Besides, I don’t see you fighting too hard against going back to the other side. Or was last night you just trying to infiltrate here and take our secrets, to just hand me over?”
“Harry, please, not now. As soon as I can, I will be here for good. You still need a spy to know what is going on, and now you have two. Snape sent a letter for you. He hasn't let me read any of the letters he has written. He said it is urgent for you to follow through with this assignment.”
Harry ran his hands through his hair, tempted to pull it out by the roots.
“Boys! Behave yourselves, as Malfoys and Potters should. You know better, Draco, and Harry, you are learning. I expect both of you to remain calm. Kiss each other goodbye, and Draco, we will see you as soon as it is safe again,” Lucius said authoritatively as a father would, getting glares from both boys. With that he turned and walked out of the room.
“I won’t make this sappy or mushy or anything,” Draco said with a drawl. He pulled Harry into his arms and kissed him gently, letting his tongue slip into Harry’s mouth. “I will miss you more than you know, but I will hold tonight in my heart.”
“Mush, Draco?” Harry raised an eyebrow. “I expect to fight you properly when we can see each other again. We have so much to discuss.”
Draco smirked, “Of course, my love.” He kissed him again. “I love you.”
With that, Draco slipped out of the room and down the hall. Harry chased after him knowing that they still needed to talk. Harry saw Lucius running interference with Mrs. Weasley who was just walking out of the kitchen. Harry grabbed Draco’s arm just as he was about to grab the floo powder. Draco smirked. “Miss me already?”
“You wish,” Harry responded automatically. With a swish of his wand the door shut and locked. “We have about two minutes to plan a meeting of our minds.”
“Harry, we have to hurry. The weasels are getting out of bed and I have to return before Wormtail realizes that I’m not there. Last night was completely dangerous. I’m on thin ice as it is with the Dark Lord. He doesn't trust me or Snape very much, so Wormtail is staying with us while we make potions.”
Harry ran a hand through his hair. “I realize this, Draco. We still need to talk and not just have sex.” He closed his eyes and opened them. “Can we meet up at your manor? We have to protect it before Voldemort realizes that Lucius is not going to just hand me back over to him. I can only assume the reason why we haven’t heard from your mother yet is that no one quite knows who side Lucius is on now..”
Draco nodded. “Yes, she told me that the Dark Lord has been asking questions about when Lucius would be returning home. The house is being watched closely. I am supposed to visit with Mother later this afternoon. I will slip into the manor early this morning and send word on when it is safe.”
Draco pulled Harry into his arms for a hug. “Last night was amazing. I can’t wait to be with you again,” he whispered into Harry’s neck. He knew that Harry was still resisting him, but he refused to lie about his feelings for the other's sake. “I really do have to go. Snape is already going to be pissed that I have been gone this long.” He kissed him softly on the mouth and stepped into the floo, speaking the name of his destination, Spinner’s End.
Harry stood and looked at the empty fireplace. He went and sat on the chair near the fireplace. He pulled his knees up to his chest and rubbed his eyes. They seemed to be filled with early morning dew. He knew that he wasn’t really upset that Draco had left. Not really.
Lucius walked in and shut the door behind him. “I assume that he has returned safely?”
“Yes,” Harry muttered.
“Then I would say that we need to plan a bit better the next time. If I had any idea the two of you would fall asleep…”
“Please, Lucius, not now. I realize that it was bad timing. We need to plan our day today instead.” Harry turned his weary eyes on to the older man.
Lucius nodded and pulled up a chair. “I assume that this will be another day filled with running all over Wizarding Britain.”
Harry snorted. “You could say that.” He put his feet down on the floor and adjusted his posture before his lessons on how to behave like a Malfoy began. “You and I will be meeting with Draco and your wife later today so that we can protect her. She may be safe at the moment, but the minute that Voldemort suspects that you are not going to turn me over to him, her life is forfeit. I am surprised that threats haven’t already been made against her.”
“She has her family’s history to fall back on. She is from the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. They have always supported the Dark Lord. There should be no question of her loyalties, even if mine were questioned. Bellatrix is his most loyal servant. She would make sure that Narcissa walks the line.”
Harry growled at the name of his enemy, the one who killed Sirius. “I will have to say that Bellatrix does not fall under my truce. She is going to die and it is going to be a painful death,” Harry stated quite calmly.
“I have never had any doubts about her. She will never falter from his service. Are you going to send one of the house-elves over to make sure there aren’t any unwanted visitors?” Lucius asked to change the subject.
“I hadn’t thought of sending a house-elf, but that would make sense. Draco said that he would get in touch with us to give a specific time he can meet. I want to have him there so that he doesn't have to be retold where the Manor is. Should there be anyone else there?” Harry looked at Lucius thoughtfully, wondering who might be important enough to be included.
“The only other person would be Severus. I want him to have a safe place to go when he needs to escape.” The older man watched the color rise in the boy across from him. He continued, “He will never truly be welcomed here, even after all the details of Dumbledore's death comes to light. I could see the old man planned out his own death.”
Harry nodded. He was still trying to come to grips with Snape and Dumbledore and Draco and none of it made sense.
“Have you thought more on the horcruxes?” Lucius asked softly, trying to steer the boy’s thoughts in a specific direction.
Harry nodded. “Hermione and Ron have been helping me so far. I am trying to keep them away from harm, but I know they can be just as bullheaded as I am. Hermione will scour the library here for books on the horcruxes. I’m sure that this house should have some.”
“I believe there may be one or two at the manor as well,” Lucius replied thoughtfully. “Other than what I told you the other day, I don’t know anything about them.”
“I don’t know much and I can’t discuss most of what I do know. I do appreciate you telling me what you can.”
Harry and Lucius both turned as there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” responded Harry.
Hermione walked in looking slightly tired with a blemish on the side of her neck. Harry grinned. “Mrs. Weasley wants to know if you would like breakfast now or later?”
“Now is fine, Ms. Granger.” Lucius stood up and nodded to Harry. “I assume that you will keep me informed as to when our next appointment is. In the meantime, maybe you and Ms. Granger can begin to scour the library for the horcruxes as we have discussed.”
Harry didn’t reply, just beckoned Hermione in further. When Lucius was out of the room, she hissed, “Do you trust him with this information, Harry? What has he done to you?”
Harry let out a long breath. “He hasn’t done anything to me. I had asked him a straightforward question and he gave me the response. The response, I might add, is going to help us. Lucius knows that seven horcruxes were made. He was not trusted with all of the information. I will be getting one of them today. I don’t know if Lucius is aware of this, but I believe I have worked out one of the riddles. I believe the teacup is at the manor.”
“The manor! You can’t just waltz into the manor!”
“I can just waltz into the manor. Well, I can after I make sure there aren’t any Death Eaters around,” he said with a smile. “Remember, I’m now married to the legal heir. I plan on taking Lucius with me as well.”
Harry walked to the bookshelves and began looking at their titles. “Right now, you and I have to figure out how we are going to destroy these horcruxes. I mean, I don’t think that it will be as simple as dropping the tea cup and letting it shatter into tiny pieces, do you?” Harry looked somewhat hopeful with his off-the-wall idea.
“No, I don’t think it will be that easy.” She looked at the titles of the books in front of her. “I think you should start with these right here. I’m going to take the ones on the back shelf and begin to look for ways to destroy powerful objects.” She looked towards the ceiling for a minute and tapped her finger on her chin. “I wonder if there is a spell that is so simple as to state ‘Destroy this.’ Or do you think that would be too much to ask?” She smiled at Harry as she walked to the far shelf and began to pull a few books down.
Harry grabbed a book and sat down to begin his research, hoping that Ron would be in a good mood. He always needed Ron when they were being pulled into a research lesson with Hermione. “Maybe you should start there? I don’t see why it <i>has</i> to be complicated,” Harry said. “By the way, Hermione, is that a hickey on your neck or did the ghoul attack you at the Burrow when you were there last?”
Harry ducked as a book came flying at his head. “Alright, I’m sorry. Forget I saw anything, but I hope you do cover it up before Mrs. Weasley notices.”
Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry, opened two of the five books she had picked to start with, and didn’t look up again until Mrs. Weasley brought some food into the library for them. Lucius came in and looked at the shelves in front of him. He pulled a book down and sat at the table beside Hermione. He opened the book and read silently until Ron came into the room.
“What’s he doing in here? Is he helping now?” Ron asked angrily.
The three heads looked up in unison at the red-head in the doorway. It was Lucius who replied. “I am helping to research a topic in which the more eyes are looking for the answer the better, especially since, unlike you, I did not sleep in. Would you rather I not help and not let Ms. Granger know that the first three spells she has written down will not work or is it that you want Harry to fail a few times before he gets it right?”
“They won’t work!” Hermione screeched. “What is wrong with them? Why won’t these specific ones work?” She looked over her list again and picked up the book she had just discarded.
Ron just walked into the room and picked up a book. He sat down in the corner and muttered to himself.
“Ms. Granger, the spells that you have written down would work if you were trying to kill your cat, but we are talking about the destruction of a soul, not just an animal. These objects are so dark that the darkest of magic is going to have to be called forth.”
Hermione nodded as she listened to him. “Would you think that this would work if I could find a reference?”
He looked at the words on another sheet of paper. “Intus spiritus iuguolo. I would perhaps rearrange it to Iuguolo spiritus intus and it might work. I am going to assume that you have something in which to destroy the object as well?”
Harry looked up from his books. “The only things I can find so far involve poisons and potions that I know are beyond my skill level.”
Lucius nodded. “Have you thought about bringing in a skilled potions master?”
Harry narrowed his eyes. “I will turn to him only if he is my last resort. I still don’t completely believe that he was working under Dumbledore’s orders.”
Ron looked up from his corner. “Harry, can you come over here.”
Harry looked over at his friend and walked over to where he was reading. “What is it?”
“It’s just this picture. It’s of the founders.” At this, Hermione and Lucius both looked over at him. Harry picked up the book. “Have you seen that quill before? I think that it is sitting in Dumbledore’s office.”
The four crowded around Ron to look at the photo in the book. “You are right, Ron!” Hermione exclaimed. “I remember seeing it when we were there before at Christmas.”
Lucius nodded his head. “I remember that quill. It has always stood next to the book where the student’s names are recorded. I don’t think that would be it.”
Ron looked as if he could kill Lucius. “It is something, though.” Harry said quickly.
“The quill is enchanted to know the names of all witches and wizards born in the country. If a witch or wizard moves into the country, it knows. I doubt the Dark Lord would have had a chance to get his hands on that quill.”
“So that’s how it is done,” Hermione said in awe. “I had wondered about that…”
Ron and Harry laughed at her. “That is definitely a start, Ron.” Harry said. “What else did Ravenclaw have that might be personal?”
“What about the tiara?” Hermione mentioned.
Lucius gazed at the picture. “That is her diadem. It has been missing for centuries.”
Harry’s eyes opened wide. “I know exactly where it is!”
The other three looked at him. “The Room of Requirements! I saw it there when I was hiding my potions book! I remember it. It was sitting on the bust of some person.”
“That’s it then. He must have found it and then hid it when he came back for that interview Dumbledore told you about, Harry,” Ron said.
“Right then,” Hermione said. She began to pace the room. “We have the diadem and the cup. We have to find the locket still. The ring and the diary have been taken care of. That is three of the four founders. What do you think he might have found of Gryffindor’s?”
Lucius rubbed his chin and looked thoughtful. “So, he wanted to use the Founder’s items. That would make it more significant. Let me see that picture again.” He gazed at the picture. That shield behind the founders, isn’t that Gryffindor’s shield?”
“I’ve never heard of a shield, but I know his sword is safe,” Harry said.
“Of course!” Hermione took the book from Ron’s lap. She turned the beginning of the book where a few pages were dedicated to Godric Gryffindor. “I’m so proud of you, Ron, reading Hogwarts, a History. It says that Godric Gryffindor would display his shield in the trophy room at Hogwarts. He left it there to remind the students that sometimes they would need to go to battle for something they believe in. Do you suppose it is still there?” Hermione looked into the faces of the three men surrounding her.
“I don’t remember it from that time I had detention in there. All I remember is the one from Tom Riddle,” Ron said, slightly green from the memories of the slugs.
“I guess this means that we need to get into Hogwarts. I need to get a letter to Professor McGonagall to see if we can floo in this week,” Hermione said. She got up and started writing a letter.
“I’ll go and get Hedwig, alright, Harry?” Ron got up and left the room.
“This just means we need to take care of the cup at the manor and I should be ready, right?” Harry gazed at Lucius.
“If our calculations are correct, then yes. You said that he believed seven was the perfect number, right? We then have to determine if he did the spell six times or seven.”
Harry’s eyes got bigger. “What do you mean?”
“Do you think he wanted seven parts of his soul separated from himself – making eight total – or specifically seven parts of his soul in various vessels?”
“I don’t know.” Harry shook his head. “I know that Dumbledore thought that he may have put it into a living object. I would think we need to take care of Nagini as well, but I don’t see how we can very well walk up to Voldemort and kill his snake.”
Lucius nodded. “Let’s worry about the ones that we know about now.”
The three sat in silence; the only sound was the scratching of Hermione’s quill. The fireplace lit up making the three of them jump. Harry and Lucius walked over as a blond head popped in. “In one hour it will be safe. Company is expected back within an hour of that.”
“Be safe,” Lucius said as the head disappeared. Harry and Lucius exchanged glances. “I will firecall Arthur Weasley to meet us here on an urgent matter. Who else needs to go?”
“Ron should be back in a minute. He and Hermione are the only ones who know what we are doing.”
Lucius glanced at Hermione. “Please make sure you have a change of clothes. I have a feeling that we may be at the manor overnight trying to destroy this first horcrux. We will be able to go through my library to see if I have any books on them while we are there. I assume that the diary is the only one you have destroyed, right, Harry?”
Harry sighed. “Yes, that is the only one, and it was with a basilisk fang.”
Ron walked in with Hedwig. Hermione took her from him as Harry filled Ron in on their impromptu trip to the manor. The four parted and went to their separate rooms to prepare for the trip.
intus spiritus iuguolo: Latin for - within spirit destroy
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