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Forbidden	By : rubycrush Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 48060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.

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Chapter Summary: Harry comes one step closer to being able to defeat Voldemort. Warnings for excessive, cheesy fluff.

A/N: Another chapter for Filia, who needs some love. *snuggles her Fi*

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or the world in which they live...I just like to think pervy thoughts about them. I am not making any money from this fan fic, it�s purely for entertainment.

Chapter 22: The Killing Curse
Draco settled himself next to Harry on the bed, looking worriedly at the fierce look on the dark-haired boy�s face.

Harry quickly described the scene he�d witnessed, neglecting to mention Voldemort�s plans for Narcissa and Draco, and his memories of Narcissa�s rape. His stomach twisted as the images flashed in his head once more, and he studiously avoided the pale woman�s intent gaze.

�What are we going to do?� Harry asked Dumbledore, wrapping his arm around Draco�s waist protectively.

�I believe you and the Malfoys should be removed to Order headquarters,� Dumbledore began, gravely. �I can�t risk keeping you or Draco here, since the possibility of another attack by a fellow student cannot be discounted, and is, in fact, quite likely, given that one of them passed information to the Death Eater from your vision.

�Additionally, Lucius has offered to provide you with combat training, as well as any knowledge he possesses of Voldemort�s weaknesses.�

Lucius nodded, leaning forward a bit. �I can help you defeat the Dark Lord, if you�re willing to work with me,� he said, seriously. His voice was confident, but he appeared faintly wary, as if worried that Harry would refuse his offer.

Harry looked at Lucius, marveling again that this was the same man who had been involved in some of the most terrible experiences of Harry�s life. He noted the worry lines etched into Lucius� forehead, and stole a quick glance at Narcissa.

�Thank you,� Harry said, softly. �I�d appreciate that.� He watched some of the tension leave Lucius� shoulders and Harry was hit with the realization that the Malfoys had risked their lives to join his side; that they were depending on him to save them just as much as the rest of the wizarding world was.

Harry turned to look at Draco, who was gazing at him raptly with those huge gray eyes, and a jolt of love surged powerfully through him. He turned back to Lucius, determinedly. �When do we start?�

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�Again!� Lucius demanded, pacing behind Harry. He kept one eye on the 5-foot long, Engorgio-charmed scorpion across the room, his wand ready to intervene if necessary.

�Avada Kedavra!� Harry bellowed, pointing his slightly trembling wand at the scorpion. A beam of green light burst forth, and the scorpion skittered to avoid it, its tail poised to strike and dripping with venom, though it needn�t have worried. The green glow faded to almost nothing as it whooshed harmlessly past the creature. Harry�s shoulders sagged. He had been trying to master the Killing Curse for three full weeks, and he had yet to succeed.

�You have to keep your wand arm steady!� Lucius admonished Harry, freezing the scorpion in place. �You�re doing better, but you need to put more effort into channeling your intent into the execution of the curse. Focus on your hate, let it coalesce within you, then push it out in a concentrated wave of energy. You have to want to kill.�

Harry didn�t reply, and Lucius realized the boy�s teeth had started chattering, though it was far from cold in the stuffy attic of 12 Grimmauld Place. �We�ll take a break,� Lucius said, finally. �Go have something to eat and we�ll finish this afterwards.�

�Just give me a minute, I�ll be fine,� Harry muttered, roughly. He sank to the floor, and removed his glasses to rub his eyes.

Most of Harry�s time over the past eight weeks had been spent training with Lucius, and the two of them had come to a sort of mutual respect and understanding since arriving at Grimmauld Place. Lucius recognized Harry�s innate power, and didn�t hold back during their training sessions, which left Harry exhausted and battered, but satisfied that he wasn�t being treated like a child. In the beginning, Draco had trained alongside Harry, but that had stopped, for safety�s sake, when they�d begun learning to cast Avada Kedavra. They had originally taken turns trying to best the evil-looking creatures Lucius enlarged for them, but recently, it had been Harry alone who�d been receiving Lucius� training. Draco didn�t need any more instruction...he had mastered the Killing Curse in only a few days.

Harry looked up when a knock sounded at the door.

�What is it now?� Lucius asked, his lips quirking in unwilling amusement when he opened the door. Draco had been using the most flimsy excuses to sneak in to see Harry during training every day.

Draco craned his neck to glimpse Harry over his father�s shoulder. �Mum says she�ll Crucio you both if you don�t come downstairs right now for lunch.� He smirked at Harry and winked. �She made it herself. Personally, I�d go for the Cruciatus if I were either of you...it would probably do less damage.�

Harry grinned back, his mood lightened considerably at the sight of Draco. He stood, his muscles protesting painfully, and walked towards the door. �She�s getting better!� he said.

Lucius chuckled. �Well, she�s getting used to it anyway,� he said, as he started down the stairs. �I haven�t caught her crying over the lack of a house-elf in days.�

Draco slipped his arm around Harry�s waist when he noticed his boyfriend�s expression tightening. Any mention of the house-elf who�d once served at Grimmauld Place always affected him badly. Apparently the little beast had topped himself when he�d discovered that Harry had inherited him along with the house.

Draco pulled Harry towards him, kissing his mouth back into a smile. �How�s the training coming along?� he asked, turning to push Harry up against the landing wall.

�Horrible,� Harry sighed, tiredly. He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. �I can�t do it. Might as well stick a bow on me and Owl me to Voldemort�s lair,� he mumbled, as Draco lapped gently at the tender skin beneath his ear.

�None of that, Potter� Draco growled, running his hand down Harry�s chest and stomach to tease at his waistband. �You can do it, I know you can,� he said, confidently. He returned his mouth to Harry�s, kissing him possessively.

Harry pulled Draco�s hips against his with a low moan, and rocked into him. �How can you be so sure?� he murmured against Draco�s lips.

�I�ve seen you angry a fair few times,� Draco said, smirking. �Now, I�ll have to kill you if you tell anyone I said this,� he lowered his voice, �but you�re actually quite intimidating.� He shuddered as Harry gave a low, dark chuckle and bit his neck. �For a skinny, short git who wears glasses,� he added, with a muffled giggle.

�You know just how to boost my confidence, don�t you� Harry said, smiling in amusement.

Draco�s smile faded, and he fixed Harry with a serious look. �I believe in you,� he said, placing a soft kiss on Harry�s lips.

Harry growled low in his throat and he gripped Draco�s arse hard, kissing him fiercely.

�Bloody hell, they�re at it again!� Ron�s groan of mock disgust floated up the stairs, ruining the mood. Harry laughed and pulled away from Draco to peer down the dark stairwell at Ron.

�All right, Ron?� Harry asked. Ron and Hermione had been spending every weekend at 12 Grimmauld Place, with Dumbledore�s permission.

�Mrs. Malfoy wants you both to come have lunch,� Ron said, grinning. �She says it will be ruined if you two stay up here snogging while it gets cold.�

�Come on,� Harry said, kissing Draco�s disappointed pout and tugging him down the stairs. �We can continue later, let�s not keep your mum waiting.�

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After a surprisingly edible lunch with Lucius, Narcissa and Remus Lupin, Harry and Hermione stretched lazily out on the floor of the living room, watching Draco and Ron play chess. Remus and Lucius were using the kitchen fireplace to talk to Snape, who had been giving them regular updates on Death Eater activity. Harry glanced in the direction of the kitchen, wondering what manner of bad news Snape would deliver today.

�So, Harry,� Hermione whispered, nudging his shoulder with hers. �How�s the training going?�

Harry sighed, then turned to face his friend. �I don�t think I can do it, Hermione,� he whispered, heavily. �I�ve managed every other dark curse Lucius has taught me, but this one seems impossible.� He darted a look at Draco�s profile. Draco had been able to perform all three Unforgivables with perfect accuracy after the night Narcissa had taken him aside and told him of her rape. Harry had held him all night as he wept and shook and raged, but when morning came, Draco acted as if nothing was wrong. He simply pulled himself together and applied himself to the task of mastering the tools of revenge.

�I�m angry enough to do it,� Harry said, running his hands through his hair in frustration. �I hate Voldemort enough to do it...but still, nothing.�

Hermione tapped her bottom lip thoughtfully. �Walk me through your casting process,� she said, her eyes taking on the familiar look of concentration that appeared before a brainwave hit her.

�I think of all the people that have died or been hurt because of him,� Harry said. He swallowed thickly, the faces of his parents and Sirius featuring prominently in his mind. �Then I focus on my anger and try to imagine it as a sort of beam of light, you know? I imagine the anger moving from my heart into my arm and through my wand. Then I say the words.� He shrugged.

�Hmmm,� Hermione said, frowning slightly. �Do you remember what Dumbledore said to you, Harry? That you have a weapon more powerful than Voldemort can imagine?�

�Yeah,� Harry said, shrugging again. �He said it was love. But I don�t see how that�s supposed to help me.�

Hermione pushed herself up on her elbows. �Well...what if you try focusing on love instead of anger? No, listen,� she said, quickly, seeing the skeptical look on his face. �You love Draco, right?�

�Yes,� Harry said, �of course.�

�What would you do to make sure he is never taken from you?�

�Anything,� Harry said, his jaw clenching hard.

�So what if you focus on how much you love him and how badly you want to protect him? Would that feeling be more powerful than the anger you feel towards Voldemort?�

Harry sat in silence for a moment, his eyes blazing with emotion. He looked at her mutely, then abruptly pushed himself up off the floor and ran for the stairs, calling for Lucius as he raced up towards the attic.

�Harry, what�s wrong?� Draco yelled, hurrying after him immediately. Ron and Hermione followed, Hermione�s face full of eagerness.

�He�s got a new strategy,� Hermione panted as they ran up the stairs. �He�ll be able to do it this time, I�m sure of it.�

Harry burst through the attic door, followed by Lucius, who Apparated in, while Draco, Ron and Hermione stopped short on the threshold. They all knew that Lucius would sooner dismember them than allow them in the room while Harry was attempting the Killing Curse, but Draco still let out an undignified squeal of protest when his father shut the door in his face.

The three of them held their breath as they heard Harry bellow, �Avada Kedavra!� Then nothing. A second or two passed, then Harry�s voice erupted in a stream of expletives. Ron and Hermione exchanged worried looks, and Draco pounded on the door, demanding that it be opened and threatening to blast it with a Reducto.

Harry wrenched the door open, his face flushed. He grabbed Draco by the wrist and hauled him into the room, pulling him in for a rough kiss. �It almost worked,� he said, breathing hard. �I�m going to try again. I want you in here with me.�

�Absolutely not!� Lucius thundered, his eyes flashing.

�I have to try this, Lucius,� Harry snapped.

�It�s ok, Dad,� Draco said, �I trust Harry.� He laced his fingers through Harry�s left hand.

Lucius looked ready to explode, but before he could utter another word, Harry turned away and raised his wand, holding tightly to Draco with his other hand. He quickly lifted the Freezing Charm Lucius had placed on the scorpion before shouting the Killing Curse, and time seemed to stand still as a powerful jet of green light streaked across the room, dropping the creature to the wooden floor boards in a motionless heap.

For a moment nobody said anything, then Hermione gave a little shriek and flung herself at Harry�s back, throwing her arms around his neck, and he realized what he�d just accomplished. He let himself be thumped on the shoulder by Ron, and kissed hard by Draco. He took in Lucius� cool nod of acknowledgment and saw the relief evident in his eyes.

Harry closed his eyes, and thought to himself, �I just killed,� and found that he was relieved, too.

#
�You thought of me?� Draco asked, as they made their way upstairs to Harry�s room after dinner that night.

�Yes,� Harry said, rolling his eyes, �for the eighth time, yes! I thought of you.�

�Tell me what you thought, exactly,� Draco persisted, tugging Harry through the door and locking it behind them.

�Is there no end to your vanity?� Harry asked, an amused smirk on his lips. He followed Draco onto the bed, stretching out next to him after shucking off his shoes and socks.

Draco lay on his back, with his hands folded beneath his head, and he grinned happily at the ceiling. �I�m just trying to envision what the history books will say about your defeat of You-Know-Who,� he said cheerfully. He affected a lofty tone, freeing one hand to gesture grandly in the air. �The Darkest Wizard in the history of our world was defeated once and for all in 1997 by the bespectacled, sartorially-challenged, yet shaggable, Harry James Potter. His secret weapon was his shameless obsession with his wealthy, fashionable, gorgeous, intelligent, utterly lickable, flaxen-haired lover, Draco Lucius Malfoy, whose charm, wit, winning smile, perfect arse...�

Draco would have continued, but all the air whooshed out of him when Harry rolled on top of him, pinning him to the bed.

�Stop it, you great ponce,� Harry said, laughing.

Draco collapsed into laughter as well, and pulled Harry down to kiss him, parting his legs to wrap them around Harry�s waist. �I love you, you know,� he said, happily.

�I love you too,� Harry replied, nuzzling the velvet skin of Draco�s throat. �Even if you are the most conceited prat I�ve ever met.�

�It�s not conceit, it�s self confidence,� Draco said, running his hands over Harry�s shoulders and back.

�If that�s what you want to call it,� Harry replied, sliding one hand down to cup and squeeze the firm curve of Draco�s bottom.

�You know, Harry,� Draco said, his breath hitching slightly. �I think it�s time we finished what we started in the stairwell earlier, don�t you?�

�Maybe,� Harry said, teasingly. �If you�re sure you wouldn�t rather keep talking about your part in those history books instead.�

Draco drew his wand and stripped them both, hissing with pleasure as their bare skin came into contact. �Less talking, more shagging,� he demanded, kissing Harry hungrily.

Harry growled in reply, his erection twitching as he devoured Draco�s mouth. He reached for his wand and used a quick lubrication charm to slick his fingers before slipping one gently into Draco�s tightly clenching arse.

Draco moaned against Harry�s lips, pleading for more, and when Harry added two more fingers, he arched his back off the bed in a scream of pleasure. �Merlin, yes, just like that,� he gasped, rocking his hips to force Harry�s fingers in deeper.

Harry drank in the sight of Draco writhing shamelessly beneath him, fucking himself on Harry�s fingers. �You look so bloody gorgeous right now,� Harry groaned, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. He rubbed his leaking cock against Draco�s hip. �I need to get inside you.�

Draco nodded fervently and pulled his knees back to his flushed chest, gasping and biting his lip when Harry slid in with one slow thrust.

�Ok?� Harry asked, desperately holding back from pounding wildly into Draco�s arse.

Draco bucked. �Move,� he rasped, his voice thick with need. �Please, I�m fine, just fuck me.�

Draco�s words shot straight through Harry, heating his blood and wrenching a deep groan from him as he began to move rhythmically in and out of Draco. He slid his hands under Draco�s hips to lift him slightly, and the new angle caused Draco to cry out with every stroke.

�Harder,� Draco begged, wrapping his legs around Harry�s waist to draw him closer.

Harry obliged, tiny grunts of effort escaping his lips as he pistoned his hips in powerful thrusts, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on the sight of his cock being buried over and over again in Draco�s tight, willing arse.

In minutes Draco was clutching at the bedspread, begging Harry not to stop, and Harry was holding back his imminent climax with excruciating effort. A few more strokes, and Draco was crying out inarticulately, come surging out of him to splash against his chest and stomach while his clenching muscles greedily milked Harry�s cock of its orgasm. Harry cried out as he felt himself spilling into Draco, and he just barely kept himself from collapsing onto the blond as the debilitating pleasure washed through him.

Harry withdrew gently and slowly lowered himself onto the bed and into Draco�s waiting arms. Their ragged breathing mingled as they kissed, and for a few moments they lay together in exhausted silence.

�Harry,� Draco whispered.

�Mmm?�

�You thought of me?�

Harry chuckled. �Go to sleep.�

�Am I your secret weapon?� Draco persisted.

�You�re everything to me, Draco. Now go to sleep.�

�Everything! You should tell them to put that in the history books. Perhaps under a nice picture of me,� Draco said, happily. �Don�t you think?� He heard a snore in response, and scowled. �Fine, we�ll sleep now. But we�re talking about this in the morning, Potter.�
A/N:
I bet you guys thought I�d given up on this fic, didn�t you? :o) Sorry for the long time between updates recently, RL has been busy! I will definitely finish this though, I promise. And thank you so, so much for your reviews...I love hearing what you think.

To those of you who requested to be added to my e-mail update list...your e-mail addresses are hidden on the review page now, so if you didn�t get an update e-mail for this chapter, please email me (callmeminks@aim.com) with your address, and I will add you. Thanks!
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