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Changing of the Guard	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 58627 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Nineteen�Passionate
Surrender

Harry gasped
into the kiss as he felt Draco wrestling him towards the bed. Draco�s emotions
leaped and danced around him, one moment brilliant with anticipation, the next
moment cloudy with lust. It was like being in the middle of a lightning storm
where the darkness was just as likely to hit him as the radiance was.

Not that you�re much better, said the
part of Harry that never lost control, far away behind the curtains of fire and
the sound of tearing cloth as Draco pulled his shirt off. Of course, since the
shirt had been under Harry�s robes, this did not progress very far towards
getting him naked. Look at you.

That part
of Harry had never had much influence on his actions, though, and so Harry drove
his mouth into Draco�s, delighting in the click of their teeth; drove his hands
into Draco�s back, propelling him closer and further into the kiss; drove his
whole body into delight and eagerness and hard determination to win this time. There had to be a way to
have sex with Draco and yet make him want never to see Brian again. There had
to be a way, and Harry would find it.

Draco
pulled away from him and flicked his wand. Harry�s robes crumpled smoothly to
the floor. Harry thought the spell had slit them up the sides. He didn�t mind.
He had more where those came from, and he had Draco in his arms again at the
moment, naked save for his undergarments. Harry pumped his hips, scraping his
erection against the cloth covering Draco�s cock, and groaned.

The sound
might have told Draco how much he liked the sensation, but it was just as
likely to be the net of coiling emotions around them, shifting back and forth,
washing them both with waterfalls of strength and longing, light and color. Draco�s
cheeks were flushed, his eyes actually sparkling,
like the grass after a storm. He reached down and squeezed Harry�s cock. �You
like that?� he asked.

Harry
growled�of all the stupid questions
to ask�and lunged forwards, at the same moment angling himself sideways so that
he caught Draco behind the knee with one foot. Continuing the whirl, he turned
so that he kept his balance whilst knocking Draco onto the bed. Then he fell on
top of him, shivering in wonder as he felt the scrape of Draco�s stubble
against his face and heard his hiss, half-pained and half-lustful, from the
impact of Harry�s weight.

It was the
best position Harry could think of. From here, he could control everything that
happened and win the competition between him and Draco. He knew based on
previous experience that he could survive this overwhelming onslaught if he
gave Draco a blowjob. He drew Draco�s pants down�

And then he
realized that his emotions were telling Draco everything he felt, and, as
strong hands seized his shoulders and waist and flipped him, that Draco had no
intention of letting him win.

*

Potter�s
eyes were brilliant with passion. Draco suffered a momentary spasm of regret
that he didn�t have time or a hand to spare to cast the spell that would change
them to green. Potter wasn�t wearing a glamour or he would have sensed it and
dispelled it by now; that left Transfiguration to keep his eyes the blue of
Brian�s. But Draco would still have enjoyed overlaying the blue with a
temporary green color, just to get a better idea of what his partner looked
like as himself.

Potter
would feel his regret, but not know the source of it, just as Draco felt his
steely determination to win this contest but didn�t know why he thought he had to win. Draco felt safe in feeling
whatever he wanted as he stared at Potter, whom he knelt over now and pinned to
the bed.

�I said we�d
do things we hadn�t before,� he whispered. This
time, he was going to have Potter. He wanted to see what that would be like
whilst these emotions sliced and dived around them. He shuddered as magic
flooded over his cock, wondering for a moment what it would be like for it to
bind both of them when he was buried inside Potter.

�But we
know already just how good I can make it for you when I use my mouth,� said
Potter, and arched his neck, baring his throat temptingly. Draco�s breath
caught. How much of this seduction did he
learn in the past ten years and how much is natural? How much of him is real,
but hidden behind the barriers of my own prejudice? I never really knew him. �Why
not have that happen again?�

Draco let a
small smile wash over his face. �Scared to be on the bottom, Brian?� God, he�d
nearly said Potter. And he was not
ready to let the knowledge slip free from his mouth and mind.

Potter
hissed at him, his cheeks flushing richly, his forehead flexing so much with
his frown that for a moment Draco thought his scar would bend away from its
Transfigured disguise back into its real self. �It has nothing to do with fear,�
he said, pitching his voice at a level that made Draco�s hips pump in spite of himself.
Potter�s eyes rolled back as Draco�s erection brushed against his stomach. When
he went on, his voice was at least breathy, to Draco�s satisfaction. �It has
everything to do with wanting to make you feel good.�

�And what about you?� Draco reached
out and stroked the side of Potter�s neck with the back of his knuckles, feeling
the connection between them come alive again as Potter shook with pleasure, and
Draco�s pleasure fed on his and flooded back, until Potter�s belly was soaked with
precome. �Don�t you want to know what it�s like to forget words with my cock
inside you? Don�t you want to know the way I make love to someone I�m actually
interested in? Can you feel it?� He lowered his voice and shifted so that his cock
once again brushed on Potter�s stomach. Potter arched towards him in a way that
made Draco�s throat ache. �Can you already feel me inside you?�

*

Harry was dangerously near to doing
something he hadn�t done for twelve years: saying �Fuck it,� and acting without
thought for the consequences.

But
that�s not quite true, is it? asked that little in-control part of him that
watched and did not approve of all these goings-on. You started to lose control the moment you let your magic show because your
anger at Lucius just couldn�t be contained.

Harry heard
a shrill whining sound. He looked at Draco, and then realized he was making the
sound himself. He didn�t know when it had started, and when he tried to stop,
he couldn�t. He shivered, excited by the thought of giving in to impulse like
this, though the little voice shrieked at him and tried to get his attention.

�Let me,�
Draco whispered, and trailed his fingers down the side of Harry�s neck again,
this time locating the spot on his ribs that he had touched when they danced
together. Harry�s whining sound mixed oddly with the noises of his panting and
squirming against the sheets. Draco said nothing more, just let the sounds of
Harry�s own pleasure speak for him.

And then the
pleasure was not quite enough anymore. Harry could feel Draco�s own anticipation
to be inside him seeping through the barriers of Harry�s will, softening the earth
under them, making them topple. His mouth fell open and his tongue curled out.
He flushed at the thought of the picture he must make.

Draco held
his eyes, and Harry realized he wasn�t at all amused; instead, his hands were
trembling with the effort of holding himself back.

And Harry
let go, as another part of him, this one primal and further from the surface
than the small voice, had known he would from the moment Draco pinned him to the
bed. He wanted this, he needed it, and he didn�t want to wait. He lifted his
head and welcomed Draco in with mouth, eyes, tongue, lips, hands. He offered
himself instead of his concern for his partner�s pleasure, and by the way Draco�s
eyes took fire, that was the kind of invitation he had really been waiting for.

*

Draco
thought he knew what werewolves felt like when there was a full moon out. He
wanted nothing more than to howl, telling the world that Harry Potter was his, that a man who had proven himself
brave and clever and manipulative and strong in ways Draco could never have
imagined was laying down his defenses and letting Draco do whatever he wanted.

Mixed with
his triumph was a certain desperation. He had
to have this, more than once. That meant treating Harry in a way that would
cause him to return to Draco�s bed. Draco could not remember the last time he�d
been more concerned with the amount of future interest his partner would have
in him than the immediate future.

He bent
down and carefully began to lick Harry�s right nipple. Harry shivered again and
licked the side of Draco�s face in response. The trickle of saliva joined the sharp
tingles of anxiety running over Draco�s skin as he thought of the ways this could
go wrong, and he nearly lost himself in sheer feeling.

But though
he planned to accept and return the invitation Harry had given him, he wasn�t going
to let his body simply succumb to sensation. He had done that last time. It
would become boring if it happened all the time.

So he kept
part of his consciousness lodged on the way he was making Harry feel, noting the
way that the other man�s fingers tightened in his hair, the way he locked his
legs and bucked up when Draco located a certain spot on his hip, the way the
pleasure in Harry�s mind increased almost to the point it knocked Draco
unconscious when he reached for his wand and conjured lube. Harry, it seemed,
had quite a good imagination.

Of course he does.

Draco, from
the place where he was kneeling between Harry�s legs, looked up at his lover�s
face, and suffered yet another desire, this time much stronger, to reach for
his wand and cast the spell that would restore Harry�s real appearance. It was
wrong that Harry lay in his bed, so open, so trusting, and yet wore a stranger�s
face.

�You�re��
Draco said, and then stopped, with his mouth open, shaking his head helplessly
as he slicked two of his fingers and reached for Harry�s entrance. His magic
was doing a better job of making his meaning clear than words could. Shivers
and shadows of purple and gold danced along Harry�s skin and through their minds,
absorbing the earlier anger (though there would be a reckoning for the insults
Harry had flung at him later) and smoothing out a rippling wave of wonder.

Harry
swallowed, and for a moment, his eyes darted away from Draco�s.

Rethinking his deception? Draco slid one
finger into Harry�s body, reveling in the way that the other man tensed up just
a bit before he relaxed. This intrusion wasn�t painless, but it wasn�t enough so
to make him rescind his invitation. Good.
I hope so. I want him. I can�t help but want him. I want him forever. This isn�t
enough. And bed isn�t enough. I want to know what he�s really thinking when we�re
not having sex. I need�

And then he
froze and uttered a helpless little whimper of his own.

He had forgotten
that the magic would find a new conduit when he reached into a new part of
Harry�s body.

*

Harry
rolled his head back, his vision exploding with images of red and black and
white, his ears ringing. He had thought the magic powerful when he and Draco
kissed and it could roll from tongue to tongue. That was nothing compared to
what happened when Draco reached into the most intimate part of him.

He was
suddenly feeling Draco�s emotions from the inside,
as if they had briefly traded minds. He started and drew back, feeling for one
moment as if he should be building barriers, but then he found them rising,
sheltering the most fragile parts of his mind from any contact. Many of them
remained open, however, and Harry could feel his past emotions�fear and cunning
and anger and sorrow and love�reaching out towards Draco, gleaming like freshly
offered sweets.

And Draco�s
emotions�impatience and disgust and the harsh contempt with which he�d treated
himself until he managed to learn patience
and a heart-deep strength and rage�reached back, traveling over Harry so that
nothing Draco had felt, it seemed, was strange to him. He might not have been
able to imagine himself in the situations Draco had faced and survived; now he
could.

And the
pleasure.

One must not forget that, Draco�Harry�Draco
thought hazily. Perhaps it came from both their minds, because it was the sort
of thought they could have shared easily. The physical pleasure coiled around
them, binding them together, traveling in a spiral, driving Draco�s
anticipation higher and then returning for Harry�s, increasing Draco�s hunger
and then reaching for Harry�s, and Harry�s body already stung and trembled with
a sensation near to pain.

Harry
shoved himself back onto Draco�s fingers, no longer fearing that he would be
degraded in Draco�s eyes for doing so. He could feel Draco so clearly, after
all. He felt only a kind of awe, and
a trembling rapture that he feared meant he would come the moment he entered
Harry�s body.

�Come on,�
Harry whispered. �I don�t need much. The feeling will take care of any
discomfort.� The words felt heavy and clumsy compared to the silken, invisible,
wind-swift rush of emotions, but he couldn�t count on Draco learning the truth
from his mind. Actual thoughts,
rather than feelings, still seemed rare between them.

You should be grateful�

And then
that voice ceased to exist completely when Draco spoke. Harry could feel his own
muscles trembling, as if they were tuned to the cadences of Draco�s words. �I
don�t want to hurt you,� he murmured. �I never want to hurt you.�

�It�s
hurting now, Draco,� Harry said. And that
was true. Wonderful as all this sharing was, humans were not meant to live with
such keenness forever. Harry was already longing for what came next, the
movements that would both ease the pain and cement their sharing. �Please,
please, normally I wouldn�t ask for this, but I have to, please, come on��

Draco�s
hands smoothed gently down his sides, causing Harry to give gasps like a
wounded animal when he touched places that normally felt ticklish. �Shush, it�s
all right, I know,� Draco whispered. �Legs up now.�

Harry
thought he put his legs up so fast that his foot nearly struck Draco in the
jaw, but if so, Draco managed to avoid it in time, and didn�t say anything
about it. Nor did his emotions convey anger or resentment as he pressed forwards.
There was only a shining determination to get the job done right�

And then Draco
was easing inside him, and the magic found yet another conduit.

*

Draco
thought his heart might explode before they finished this. It was certainly
pounding fast enough to burst, and adrenaline flowed like a riptide under the
constant exchange of emotions between him and Harry.

And now the
magic was braiding their minds
together. One moment Draco felt the sudden slide, the fullness, the sharp pain
of being breached; the next moment he was consumed, and knew Harry was as well,
in the heat and the tightness around him. He leaned his forehead on Harry�s
shoulder and panted, overwhelmed. His arms shook. He wondered if he would be
able to hold Harry�s legs up.

Flash, flash. There was Harry�s certainty
that he would, because this position was their path to the pinnacle of
sensation and out through it; there were his own shoulders confirming that Harry�s
legs still rested across them. Alternating sensations, and once again, both had
felt them both.

Draco
shivered as he began to move, hearing a groan of pleasure that seemed to have
ripped its way out of Harry�s guts. Was it going to be this way every time they
made love? He would fear losing himself, if it were, leaving bits of his own
personality stuck and starred here and there in Harry�s like pieces of a shattered blade.

As if in
answer, the movement of the magic changed, and Draco realized it was
strengthening them as individuals even as it reached out and tied them into a
single strand. His own memories were available if he sought them, faster and
clearer and sharper than they normally were�on the edge of pain, as Harry had
said.

Or thought.
Or felt. Or as Draco had said, or thought, or felt. The memories of the
experience within the lovemaking were
blurred, which was only appropriate, because this passion really belonged to
them both.

It was as
two people that the magic brought
them together, neither one entirely subordinated to the other, their strengths
and their weaknesses gathered and gleaming like gems in a net. Of course there
was still the sex as well; Draco gasped as he thrust deeply, and felt Harry
push back to meet him, impatient and daring as if they were both on brooms
above the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch. But the sensations of pleasure existed
alongside the mingling of their minds. Draco reached forwards and back, and
both of them existed, shining for him, sharing the world he created.

That he and
Harry created together.

Draco was
horribly afraid that his eyes were blurring with tears; what he could see
changed from moment to moment, however, sometimes clear and sometimes bleary,
and so he was not sure. And then Harry�s acceptance reached for him again and kindled
him into acknowledgment that it was all right if he was crying. Harry wasn�t certain that the thick drops of hot liquid
sliding down his face were all sweat, either.

And Draco, driving himself higher
and higher with pleasure and elation and delight and exaltation, found the secret
he was clutching suddenly intolerable. The magic had made them surrender
nothing they did not want to
surrender. Thus Harry still held the secret of his identity, and he still didn�t
know that Draco already knew. This lovemaking could not reveal what they did
not freely wish to reveal.

And now�

Call it a
side-effect of the magic. Draco could, later, if he wanted to scold himself.
Call it an effect of blurred thinking. In some ways, Draco�s mind was clearer
than it had ever been in his life, but surely no one could be completely sane
in the midst of an experience like this.

But Draco chose to call it his own decision.
He let the barrier down in his mind, and blasted Harry with recognition, with
longing, with memories of Harry Potter�s green eyes combined with the poise and
strength he had seen in the last few weeks. He let Harry know the one secret he�d
been holding back from him.

And in that
giving of himself, he gave something else, too. His legs tensed, and then he
was frozen, shaking, as he shot his orgasm into Harry�s body. The painful
pleasure fused with the relief that he had finally told Harry the truth and
their relationship would have to change now hurtled him into something better
than happiness, better than joy, better than pleasure.

Draco
existed for one moment only in it, and then fell away, fluttering, like a
windblown autumn leaf. He sagged over Harry, eyes shut, not opening them yet to
meet the other man�s gaze only because he was so tired. It had nothing to do
with regret over his choice.

Regret didn�t
exist right now.

*

Harry felt
a bubble of panic fill his chest when he realized Draco knew. There could be no doubt about that. It was knowledge and a
thought Draco had sent to him, specific wording�Brian Montgomery is Harry Potter�and then images of him from the ancient
past combined with the actions of the man Draco should have known only as
Brian.

But with
that came longing, and the determination to let Harry know that Draco knew as a
matter of pride and honor and curiosity. There could be no mistaking this for a
gesture of conquest. It could not transform their act of lovemaking into a
ceremony of hidden laughter, where Draco had planned all along to put Harry in
this vulnerable position and then humiliate him.

Draco
desired Harry for himself.

And the
moment he really understood that, Harry began, helplessly, to come.

The orgasm
tore through his body again and again, pulses of release that always began just
when he thought they�d finally ended. He was quivering, strung tight,
half-dreading how good he felt even as he craved it. God. How could someone bear this and survive? Maybe there was a reason
that this magical connection between two people was rare outside the simple
rarity of two powerful wizards or witches perfectly desiring each other in the
first place.

But still,
he could not have wished the moment undone. He came back to himself
sweat-soaked and pinned beneath Draco�s weight and deliciously exhausted and
with his fear and anger and self-loathing just beginning the climb back into
his consciousness.

He braced
his elbows beneath him on the bed, not knowing how he would move, just knowing
that he had to.

Draco
lifted his head and pinned Harry with a calm gaze. Harry had never seen
anything like it. Trapped emotions didn�t move behind that gray color like fish
under glass, the way it usually happened with Draco. They were part of the
serene surface. Draco had thought through what this revelation would change,
and it didn�t matter to him. Or, at least, the consequences were foreseen and
accepted. He still wanted Harry.

Harry
flinched. He couldn�t help it. He recoiled from Draco even as the memories of
the magical connection and the emotions they had shared drew him forward,
saying all the different kinds of yes
there were.

He wasn�t�he
wasn�t�no one wanted him for that. Harry Potter was not whole enough to want,
in either sense of the term. When he fucked men in his own guise instead of
inside one of his personas, they were either Muggles or wizards who never quite
saw his face and certainly never saw his scar.

Draco might
want this, but his determination that they should relate to each other openly
met and clashed, as it had to, with Harry�s equally strong determination that
they should not do this.

Harry kept
his breathing light, even, not yet looking away from Draco. Doing so might
alert him to what Harry intended to do: Summon his wand and Obliviate Draco. It was the step he had
been reluctant to take with Narcissa, because someone else might have noticed
something off in her behavior, but he knew everything there was to know about
Draco�s knowledge of him. It had all transferred to his head in that one
blinding moment of revelation.

And then�

The same
part of him that had insisted he could not withdraw emotionally from Draco
after their encounter at Clothilde Castle, a tough remaining kernel of Harry
Potter, forbade him to use a Memory Charm.

Harry�s
breath stopped. He couldn�t betray what they had just shared. He couldn�t
pretend that it didn�t exist. And he couldn�t take the memory away from Draco,
either. It would have been a sin. And whilst he had been known to engage in
crimes, he had never sinned against the most fundamental principles that guided
him.

Draco began
slowly to smile, as if the pale, frightened look even Harry could feel on his face were the signal he had been waiting
for. Then he reached out and put a hand on Harry�s sternum, fingers spread
towards his heart.

�Good,� he
said evenly. �We have much to talk about, and I prefer we do it with our own
faces. Will you not change yours, Harry?�

*

Thrnbrooke,
avihenda, wickedwiccanofthemidwest, shinythiefxblast, Noisette, nomdeplume,
Mangacat, Hi-chan, Anon, Werewolf Mistress: Thanks for reviewing!

Lunatic
with a hero complex: Thank you! That flow of power is exactly what I�m going
for. While I don�t think you can really avoid some inequalities in a relationship, I also think Harry and Draco
would resent them and try to destroy them as soon as possible.

s2kitty: Ah,
but I was referring to more than just sex in this chapter when I said you would
enjoy it!

snappy
pants: Draco wanted to choose his time and place for the reveal.

qwerty: Harry
hints at how the magical connection works in this chapter: it takes magical
compatibility, sexual compatibility, power, and perfect desire on either side.
Those qualities rarely all align.

Calrissan28:
I�m glad you find Draco�s thoughts so persuasive; they�re meant to be. (Though
some people think that Harry is being way too reckless, which wasn�t the
intended effect!) Draco is now deciding that he would have figured everything out
eventually, mainly to ease his injured pride.

Takumi
Fujiwara: Those words bothered Draco so
much.

Missy: Good
guess!

SoftObsidian74:
Well, if nothing else their magical bond does certainly play into the way Harry
thinks about things.

Lucius is
more complex than Draco thinks him. On the other hand, he is also obsessed with
public reputation, which restricts the scope of his actions.

Harry will try
to retreat again, but it�s unlikely to be in the same manner as before.

Yume111: I
think both Harry and Draco are making excuses. When they have to make new
plans, they pretend that�s what they were thinking would be necessary all
along, to salve their pride and give some sense of (imagined) consistency.

And yes,
the homophobia is that open, but it only exploded into revolt because of the
people Harry and Draco had arranged to be planted in the theater.

I don�t
think I can answer that question about Lucius�s motives yet. I don�t know if Lucius could answer it.

Draco may
not be thinking about Harry�s act that much. He�s just frustrated that Harry�s
trying to ignore what lies between them when he should know as well as Draco
that it�s not that easy to ignore.

If Draco
had not known Brian was Harry, then he would have been insulted and hurt, but
probably gotten over it. He would not have known anything was extraordinary
about Brian except his magic.

Draco only
thinks Harry slipped up. In reality, Draco is now watching Harry�s every move,
so he notices more, even the non-obvious.
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