Harry Potter and The Serpent King (BP5)
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Blood, Sex and Magic
Chapter Number/Total: 28/52
Chapter Title: Blood, Sex and Magic
Words: 2842 Words
Valen was resting on Harry's legs holding both of Harry's index fingers as Harry wiggled his hands around, making silly faces at him. Valen attempted a particularly difficult face and Harry laughed loudly, looking up to see if Draco had been watching. He huffed. "What the bloody hell are you reading?" he asked the blond, whose nose was buried in a book like it had been for days now. Harry had lost count after a week. "I'm going to start calling you Hermione soon."
"Mmm," Draco hummed, not lifting his head or really registering what Harry had said. He jotted down another note and frowned at the text, inks spots on lips again where he had tapped the quill while thinking.
Harry rolled his eyes. "And he says I'm mad," he said to their son.
Draco's eyes widened and the quill snapped in his hand. "Merde'," he cursed at the book.
Harry frowned. "Merlin, Draco," he said. They weren't researching Horcruxes anymore, so Harry didn't know what could be so quill-snappingly shocking. "What is it?"
"Get me another quill?" Draco asked, a bit breathless.
Picking Valen up to hold him against his chest, Harry got up from the bed and searched around on the desk for a quill, finally finding a rather worn-looking one and taking it back over to Draco, looking down and trying to see what he was writing.
Draco frowned at the quill but quickly made several more notations - in Latin, of course. Then he took a strip of parchment and marked his place in the book. He set the parchment and book aside and leaned forward, steepling his fingers and thinking.
Harry cleared his throat and stared at Draco expectantly. Even Valen was staring at him.
Draco noticed the ink smudges on his fingers then and pulled his wand, casting a Cleaning Spell on himself. Valen squealed and then Draco remembered he was not alone. He smiled at the baby, then was puzzled when he saw Harry staring at him.
"Well?" Harry said, raising an eyebrow. "What was that about?"
"Just some research I have been doing," Draco said, suddenly nervous about sharing what he had found.
Harry snorted. "Yes, let's drop it at that," he said, sitting down and then lying on his back with the baby on his chest. "You got so excited you broke your quill! What is this research?"
Draco regarded his husband for a minute. "Is Remus home?" he asked.
"Yes, I saw him earlier, but what does he have to do with anything?" Harry said, even more confused now.
"I need to talk to him, and you," Draco said, getting up to find Lupin.
Harry huffed and sat up again. "Mad," he muttered to Valen as he lugged the baby out of the room, following his husband.
Draco found Remus playing chess with Ron. He stood for a moment, watching the game and trying to figure out what to say.
Ron smiled smugly as Lupin made his move and quickly took one of his pawns. "Hey," he said, looking up at Draco and behind him at Harry and Valen. "What's up?"
Harry shrugged, raising his eyebrows.
"I hate to interrupt your soon-to-be-stunning victory," Draco smirked at Ron, "but I need to talk with Remus."
Ron sighed. "Always when I'm about to win," he muttered, but nodded.
Harry frowned, wondering what this was all about.
Remus looked up quizzically at Draco. "Sure, what's up?" he asked.
Draco looked around the room as if worried. "I have an answer to a question you asked me several months ago," he said.
Remus's eyes went wide and he froze, looking stunned.
Harry and Ron exchanged curious glances, and the only noise in the room was Valen as he amused himself with Harry's shirt collar.
"Do you want to talk about this alone?" Draco asked Remus.
Remus blinked a few times and then took a deep breath, shaking his head. "Harry has a stake in this too," he said.
"Ron," Draco said, "we will explain later, but would you and Hermione be willing to watch Valen for a bit?"
"Oh, erm, yeah, sure," Ron said, getting to his feet. He looked between Draco, Remus and Harry, but Harry simply gave him a look of cluelessness.
"C'mon, mate," Ron said as he reached for Valen, who seemed happy enough to go with him. He left the room with the baby and Harry was left standing there, staring at Draco and Lupin, who obviously knew something he didn't.
"Come with me," Draco said, leading them into the library.
Once there, Harry took a seat and waited, an eyebrow raised again.
Remus sat nervously on the edge of a chair, looking at Draco.
Draco took a deep breath, looking between the two men. "Back at the Manor, when we were talking about the research at the Department of Mysteries, I said that I felt part of the key to defeating Voldemort, and understanding the powers there, was in the magnetics of complementary opposites. Do you remember that?"
"Yeah," said Harry slowly, nodding.
Remus nodded, his breathing speeding up.
Draco looked at the older man. "And after the others left, you asked me a question. A question about death."
"Yes," Remus answered quietly.
"You wanted to know how Harry could bring me back from death if doing so is considered impossible," Draco continued.
Harry's eyes widened. "Is this about ...?" he said, trailing off.
"And I said I felt that although my body had died, my spirit had not left yet," Draco said, looking between them. "That since my body and spirit were not separated, Harry was able to mend the body and reunite them."
"His body went with him ...." Harry said quietly. "He's still got his soul."
Remus's eyes were wide and he nodded enthusiastically. "And you said that it might mean that if we could bring his body back through ...." he trailed off.
Draco nodded. "That we might be able to bring Sirius back."
Harry was speechless for a moment. "How?" he asked finally, awed.
"Well, that's what I have been researching," Draco said. "I started thinking about the nature of the research in that department and the things I said that day. Magic and blood, sex and death."
"But, what could we do to bring him back?" Harry asked, still awed and dumbstruck.
"We need to reverse the doorway," Draco said. "The three of us here each represent a different type of connection to Sirius Black."
"What are the connections?" Harry said, though he thought he pretty much had a good idea of what they were.
"Harry is his godson, representing a chosen Oath. It is a form of binding promise made to you at birth," Draco said excitedly, "a magically binding parental oath."
"And my connection to him?" Remus asked.
"Sex, and, I assume, love," Draco said.
Remus nodded, blushing.
Harry smiled, beginning to get excited as well. "And you're his blood relative," he said to Draco.
"I am blood relative to both Sirius and to the person who pushed him through the gateway," Draco said, nodding.
Harry sat up straighter, rubbing his knees with his excitement. "Do you think we can do it?" he said.
"I think it can be done," Draco said, "but it isn't a simple spell. It would require the use of the opposites to reverse the door."
Remus's mouth dropped open for a moment. He closed it and looked down, blushing.
Harry spared Remus the embarrassment of being stared at. "Erm ... how would that work?" he said. "I mean ... Sirius isn't here ... so how would Remus ...."
"Yeah, exactly." Draco flushed as well. "It will require both blood and sex magic."
Harry frowned, wondering how this was going to be done. He thought they would be able to use blood magic easily enough - the sex magic was what had him confused.
Remus blushed even deeper, not looking up.
Draco looked between the two men. He threw up his hands and sat down. "Bloody Gryffindors," he said, sighing.
Harry looked up at Draco, shifting awkwardly. "So, erm ... how do we do it?" he asked.
Draco took a deep breath and tried again. "It is a combination of magical trines," he explained. "Blood, sex, and magic. Three people connected to the person they are calling through the gate. The three people must unite in using all three elements for it to work."
Harry's eyes widened hugely and he turned as red as a Gryffindor scarf. He sat staring at Draco, completely still.
Remus had closed his eyes, still flushed and unmoving.
Draco looked at his husband and raised an eyebrow.
Harry swallowed, unsure of what to say. He couldn't even glance at Lupin. "So, we have to ...." he said, nearly whispering.
"I can't ask you two ...." Remus stammered. "I mean, I was your teacher ...."
"Was, not are," Draco said. "And you aren't the one asking."
Harry covered his face with his hands. He couldn't believe this. Yes, he and Draco had gotten off on reading Sirius's journal, but that had been him and Draco. Sirius and Remus hadn't actually been there! He flushed brighter. Lupin was ... Lupin. Harry looked at him as he did Sirius, a friend, fatherly even. Oh, Merlin.
Draco sat back and watched as both men struggled with their feelings. Harry was such an open book to him. His ideas about sexuality were so much less flexible than Draco's. Monogamy with a person of the same age and no familial connection were the only appropriate forms of sex to Harry. Yet, he believed in saving people. Remus wanted Sirius back, that was clear, but he felt guilty for considering the method.
Harry looked at Draco through his fingers. He wanted to know what exactly they had to do, but didn't want to ask in front of Lupin. He felt ... highly uncomfortable, but guilty for feeling that way, and found that his emotions and thoughts and feelings were conflicting.
Remus took several deep breaths, then, still not looking up at either man, asked, "What type of contact would be required?"
Draco nearly laughed but managed to stifle it. "That part isn't completely clear in what I have read," he said. "We aren't doing something that has been documented before, only hinted at. I think that, at a minimum, it would require that each be in contact with the other intimately and provide a release of sexual and magical energy."
Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose. "So we have to wank each other off," he said in a low voice through his teeth, wanting to hide beneath the sofa.
"As we have found out in the past," Draco said, somewhat amused by the situation, "the more bodily fluids involved, the stronger the magic. And it would need to be in the place where the portal is."
Harry couldn't believe Draco was being so calm about this. His own face felt on fire; he was so embarrassed. If it had been anyone but Remus and for any other reason, Harry would have refused point blank, but as it stood, he could not see himself turning down the chance to bring Sirius back, no matter how much he didn't like the idea of what was going to be involved. "I'll do it," he said very, very quietly, staring at his feet.
Remus's head snapped up, his face looking shocked. "Harry?" he asked.
Harry sighed and brought his face up, wincing. He focused on Lupin's nose instead of his eyes. "I'm the only godson he's got," he said. "If this is what we have to do to bring him back, this is what we have to do." His voice shook slightly, but he didn't stutter.
Remus nodded. "I will do it then," he said softly.
"Good," Draco said, keeping his face calm. "I will need to put together the incantations and materials. We will also need the journal Sirius left as his focal point. And then we need to make arrangements with Lee to get three of us in, and, hopefully, four of us out. Since I know we can't all fit under the Cloak, we can use the Invisibility Potion to help with that."
Harry nodded, looking away and back at his feet. This didn't mean anything. This was to get Sirius back. He knew he would want Draco back badly if he were in Lupin's place. He probably would have agreed faster than the man had.
"I need to talk with Tonks," Remus said quietly. "I will do it, but she needs to know first."
Draco nodded, grateful he didn't have to have that conversation. He was already nervous about talking alone with Harry.
Harry frowned, having forgotten about Tonks for the moment. He wondered what it would be like to let Ginny go if Draco were to die and be brought back, because he knew that was who he would have ended up with. He didn't want to think about it. It couldn't be a pleasant thing to have to do.
Remus stood, looking very conflicted. "Thank you," he said to both of them, and then made his way out of the room.
Draco looked at Harry, waiting.
Harry waited a full ten seconds before meeting Draco's eyes. "I'm ... not going to pretend that I'm comfortable with this," he said quietly. "Because I'm not, but, it's the right thing and ... I miss Sirius too."
Draco sighed, not sure what was the appropriate response. "I felt I owed it to him to find out if it could be done," he said simply.
Harry nodded and waited another few seconds before speaking again. "So, it's only ... it's only wanking, right?" he said.
"I don't think so," Draco said. "Probably not intimate enough."
Harry winced and bit his lip. "What then?" he said, and when his voice squeaked, he cleared his throat.
"Fellatio should work," Draco said, "I think."
Harry closed his eyes, making a face without really knowing he was. "We all have to do it?" he said, voice squeaking again.
"Simultaneously, yes," Draco said.
Harry opened his eyes at that. "How?" he asked despite himself.
Draco did finally laugh at that. "Gryffindors," he snorted, shaking his head. "I swear my dorm was a lot more fun than yours was."
"It's not funny!" Harry said indignantly. "And ew. Crabbe and Goyle were in your dorm."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Not them," he said with a sigh. "And in answer to your other question, think of a triangle."
Harry frowned and did think of a triangle. "Oh," he said quietly, still very uncomfortable.
Draco smirked at that. "So, we will have to decide who does what to whom," he said.
"Merlin, Draco," Harry said, wincing again. He knew that they would each have to do something with Lupin and shuddered. He didn't know if he would rather Draco suck someone else off, or be sucked off by someone else. "Which would you rather I do?" Harry asked, deciding to let Draco choose.
"To be honest," Draco said, "I am comfortable either way. I don't see it the way you do."
"You don't even care?" Harry asked, eyes widening. There was a bit of hurt in his voice that he tried to hide.
Draco got up and sat beside his husband. "Do I care about you? Yes, you know I do," he said. "But does it make a difference whether you are sucking or being sucked by another man? I think it matters more to me that you do what you are the most comfortable with, not what I think."
Harry sighed and nodded, but still didn't know what to choose. He leaned closer to Draco, just to touch their shoulders together.
"Maybe you should let me handle him," Draco said quietly. "Because if you can't do it, the spell won't work."
Harry chewed on his lip, thinking. He didn't want to get everything ready and then mess it all up because he couldn't give head. He ran a hand though his hair and rubbed the bridge of his nose again before nodding shortly.
Draco was quiet again, hoping he had done the right thing by finding the answer. He hadn't expected this answer. "Do you have other ... questions?" he asked carefully.
"I ... don't know," Harry said. "What do we do after we're ... done?"
"Do you want me to outline the ritual for you now?" Draco asked. "Or is this something else?"
"No, it's not something else," Harry said quietly with a sigh. "I get what we're doing and why."
Draco turned to his husband, reaching a hand out to cup his chin and turn Harry's face toward him as well. "I love you," he said.
Harry gave him a small smile. "I know," he whispered.
"This won't change us," Draco said. "It doesn't make me any less yours."
Harry nodded. "I know," he whispered again, pulling Draco into his arms gently. "I know."
Chapter Title: Blood, Sex and Magic
Words: 2842 Words
Valen was resting on Harry's legs holding both of Harry's index fingers as Harry wiggled his hands around, making silly faces at him. Valen attempted a particularly difficult face and Harry laughed loudly, looking up to see if Draco had been watching. He huffed. "What the bloody hell are you reading?" he asked the blond, whose nose was buried in a book like it had been for days now. Harry had lost count after a week. "I'm going to start calling you Hermione soon."
"Mmm," Draco hummed, not lifting his head or really registering what Harry had said. He jotted down another note and frowned at the text, inks spots on lips again where he had tapped the quill while thinking.
Harry rolled his eyes. "And he says I'm mad," he said to their son.
Draco's eyes widened and the quill snapped in his hand. "Merde'," he cursed at the book.
Harry frowned. "Merlin, Draco," he said. They weren't researching Horcruxes anymore, so Harry didn't know what could be so quill-snappingly shocking. "What is it?"
"Get me another quill?" Draco asked, a bit breathless.
Picking Valen up to hold him against his chest, Harry got up from the bed and searched around on the desk for a quill, finally finding a rather worn-looking one and taking it back over to Draco, looking down and trying to see what he was writing.
Draco frowned at the quill but quickly made several more notations - in Latin, of course. Then he took a strip of parchment and marked his place in the book. He set the parchment and book aside and leaned forward, steepling his fingers and thinking.
Harry cleared his throat and stared at Draco expectantly. Even Valen was staring at him.
Draco noticed the ink smudges on his fingers then and pulled his wand, casting a Cleaning Spell on himself. Valen squealed and then Draco remembered he was not alone. He smiled at the baby, then was puzzled when he saw Harry staring at him.
"Well?" Harry said, raising an eyebrow. "What was that about?"
"Just some research I have been doing," Draco said, suddenly nervous about sharing what he had found.
Harry snorted. "Yes, let's drop it at that," he said, sitting down and then lying on his back with the baby on his chest. "You got so excited you broke your quill! What is this research?"
Draco regarded his husband for a minute. "Is Remus home?" he asked.
"Yes, I saw him earlier, but what does he have to do with anything?" Harry said, even more confused now.
"I need to talk to him, and you," Draco said, getting up to find Lupin.
Harry huffed and sat up again. "Mad," he muttered to Valen as he lugged the baby out of the room, following his husband.
Draco found Remus playing chess with Ron. He stood for a moment, watching the game and trying to figure out what to say.
Ron smiled smugly as Lupin made his move and quickly took one of his pawns. "Hey," he said, looking up at Draco and behind him at Harry and Valen. "What's up?"
Harry shrugged, raising his eyebrows.
"I hate to interrupt your soon-to-be-stunning victory," Draco smirked at Ron, "but I need to talk with Remus."
Ron sighed. "Always when I'm about to win," he muttered, but nodded.
Harry frowned, wondering what this was all about.
Remus looked up quizzically at Draco. "Sure, what's up?" he asked.
Draco looked around the room as if worried. "I have an answer to a question you asked me several months ago," he said.
Remus's eyes went wide and he froze, looking stunned.
Harry and Ron exchanged curious glances, and the only noise in the room was Valen as he amused himself with Harry's shirt collar.
"Do you want to talk about this alone?" Draco asked Remus.
Remus blinked a few times and then took a deep breath, shaking his head. "Harry has a stake in this too," he said.
"Ron," Draco said, "we will explain later, but would you and Hermione be willing to watch Valen for a bit?"
"Oh, erm, yeah, sure," Ron said, getting to his feet. He looked between Draco, Remus and Harry, but Harry simply gave him a look of cluelessness.
"C'mon, mate," Ron said as he reached for Valen, who seemed happy enough to go with him. He left the room with the baby and Harry was left standing there, staring at Draco and Lupin, who obviously knew something he didn't.
"Come with me," Draco said, leading them into the library.
Once there, Harry took a seat and waited, an eyebrow raised again.
Remus sat nervously on the edge of a chair, looking at Draco.
Draco took a deep breath, looking between the two men. "Back at the Manor, when we were talking about the research at the Department of Mysteries, I said that I felt part of the key to defeating Voldemort, and understanding the powers there, was in the magnetics of complementary opposites. Do you remember that?"
"Yeah," said Harry slowly, nodding.
Remus nodded, his breathing speeding up.
Draco looked at the older man. "And after the others left, you asked me a question. A question about death."
"Yes," Remus answered quietly.
"You wanted to know how Harry could bring me back from death if doing so is considered impossible," Draco continued.
Harry's eyes widened. "Is this about ...?" he said, trailing off.
"And I said I felt that although my body had died, my spirit had not left yet," Draco said, looking between them. "That since my body and spirit were not separated, Harry was able to mend the body and reunite them."
"His body went with him ...." Harry said quietly. "He's still got his soul."
Remus's eyes were wide and he nodded enthusiastically. "And you said that it might mean that if we could bring his body back through ...." he trailed off.
Draco nodded. "That we might be able to bring Sirius back."
Harry was speechless for a moment. "How?" he asked finally, awed.
"Well, that's what I have been researching," Draco said. "I started thinking about the nature of the research in that department and the things I said that day. Magic and blood, sex and death."
"But, what could we do to bring him back?" Harry asked, still awed and dumbstruck.
"We need to reverse the doorway," Draco said. "The three of us here each represent a different type of connection to Sirius Black."
"What are the connections?" Harry said, though he thought he pretty much had a good idea of what they were.
"Harry is his godson, representing a chosen Oath. It is a form of binding promise made to you at birth," Draco said excitedly, "a magically binding parental oath."
"And my connection to him?" Remus asked.
"Sex, and, I assume, love," Draco said.
Remus nodded, blushing.
Harry smiled, beginning to get excited as well. "And you're his blood relative," he said to Draco.
"I am blood relative to both Sirius and to the person who pushed him through the gateway," Draco said, nodding.
Harry sat up straighter, rubbing his knees with his excitement. "Do you think we can do it?" he said.
"I think it can be done," Draco said, "but it isn't a simple spell. It would require the use of the opposites to reverse the door."
Remus's mouth dropped open for a moment. He closed it and looked down, blushing.
Harry spared Remus the embarrassment of being stared at. "Erm ... how would that work?" he said. "I mean ... Sirius isn't here ... so how would Remus ...."
"Yeah, exactly." Draco flushed as well. "It will require both blood and sex magic."
Harry frowned, wondering how this was going to be done. He thought they would be able to use blood magic easily enough - the sex magic was what had him confused.
Remus blushed even deeper, not looking up.
Draco looked between the two men. He threw up his hands and sat down. "Bloody Gryffindors," he said, sighing.
Harry looked up at Draco, shifting awkwardly. "So, erm ... how do we do it?" he asked.
Draco took a deep breath and tried again. "It is a combination of magical trines," he explained. "Blood, sex, and magic. Three people connected to the person they are calling through the gate. The three people must unite in using all three elements for it to work."
Harry's eyes widened hugely and he turned as red as a Gryffindor scarf. He sat staring at Draco, completely still.
Remus had closed his eyes, still flushed and unmoving.
Draco looked at his husband and raised an eyebrow.
Harry swallowed, unsure of what to say. He couldn't even glance at Lupin. "So, we have to ...." he said, nearly whispering.
"I can't ask you two ...." Remus stammered. "I mean, I was your teacher ...."
"Was, not are," Draco said. "And you aren't the one asking."
Harry covered his face with his hands. He couldn't believe this. Yes, he and Draco had gotten off on reading Sirius's journal, but that had been him and Draco. Sirius and Remus hadn't actually been there! He flushed brighter. Lupin was ... Lupin. Harry looked at him as he did Sirius, a friend, fatherly even. Oh, Merlin.
Draco sat back and watched as both men struggled with their feelings. Harry was such an open book to him. His ideas about sexuality were so much less flexible than Draco's. Monogamy with a person of the same age and no familial connection were the only appropriate forms of sex to Harry. Yet, he believed in saving people. Remus wanted Sirius back, that was clear, but he felt guilty for considering the method.
Harry looked at Draco through his fingers. He wanted to know what exactly they had to do, but didn't want to ask in front of Lupin. He felt ... highly uncomfortable, but guilty for feeling that way, and found that his emotions and thoughts and feelings were conflicting.
Remus took several deep breaths, then, still not looking up at either man, asked, "What type of contact would be required?"
Draco nearly laughed but managed to stifle it. "That part isn't completely clear in what I have read," he said. "We aren't doing something that has been documented before, only hinted at. I think that, at a minimum, it would require that each be in contact with the other intimately and provide a release of sexual and magical energy."
Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose. "So we have to wank each other off," he said in a low voice through his teeth, wanting to hide beneath the sofa.
"As we have found out in the past," Draco said, somewhat amused by the situation, "the more bodily fluids involved, the stronger the magic. And it would need to be in the place where the portal is."
Harry couldn't believe Draco was being so calm about this. His own face felt on fire; he was so embarrassed. If it had been anyone but Remus and for any other reason, Harry would have refused point blank, but as it stood, he could not see himself turning down the chance to bring Sirius back, no matter how much he didn't like the idea of what was going to be involved. "I'll do it," he said very, very quietly, staring at his feet.
Remus's head snapped up, his face looking shocked. "Harry?" he asked.
Harry sighed and brought his face up, wincing. He focused on Lupin's nose instead of his eyes. "I'm the only godson he's got," he said. "If this is what we have to do to bring him back, this is what we have to do." His voice shook slightly, but he didn't stutter.
Remus nodded. "I will do it then," he said softly.
"Good," Draco said, keeping his face calm. "I will need to put together the incantations and materials. We will also need the journal Sirius left as his focal point. And then we need to make arrangements with Lee to get three of us in, and, hopefully, four of us out. Since I know we can't all fit under the Cloak, we can use the Invisibility Potion to help with that."
Harry nodded, looking away and back at his feet. This didn't mean anything. This was to get Sirius back. He knew he would want Draco back badly if he were in Lupin's place. He probably would have agreed faster than the man had.
"I need to talk with Tonks," Remus said quietly. "I will do it, but she needs to know first."
Draco nodded, grateful he didn't have to have that conversation. He was already nervous about talking alone with Harry.
Harry frowned, having forgotten about Tonks for the moment. He wondered what it would be like to let Ginny go if Draco were to die and be brought back, because he knew that was who he would have ended up with. He didn't want to think about it. It couldn't be a pleasant thing to have to do.
Remus stood, looking very conflicted. "Thank you," he said to both of them, and then made his way out of the room.
Draco looked at Harry, waiting.
Harry waited a full ten seconds before meeting Draco's eyes. "I'm ... not going to pretend that I'm comfortable with this," he said quietly. "Because I'm not, but, it's the right thing and ... I miss Sirius too."
Draco sighed, not sure what was the appropriate response. "I felt I owed it to him to find out if it could be done," he said simply.
Harry nodded and waited another few seconds before speaking again. "So, it's only ... it's only wanking, right?" he said.
"I don't think so," Draco said. "Probably not intimate enough."
Harry winced and bit his lip. "What then?" he said, and when his voice squeaked, he cleared his throat.
"Fellatio should work," Draco said, "I think."
Harry closed his eyes, making a face without really knowing he was. "We all have to do it?" he said, voice squeaking again.
"Simultaneously, yes," Draco said.
Harry opened his eyes at that. "How?" he asked despite himself.
Draco did finally laugh at that. "Gryffindors," he snorted, shaking his head. "I swear my dorm was a lot more fun than yours was."
"It's not funny!" Harry said indignantly. "And ew. Crabbe and Goyle were in your dorm."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Not them," he said with a sigh. "And in answer to your other question, think of a triangle."
Harry frowned and did think of a triangle. "Oh," he said quietly, still very uncomfortable.
Draco smirked at that. "So, we will have to decide who does what to whom," he said.
"Merlin, Draco," Harry said, wincing again. He knew that they would each have to do something with Lupin and shuddered. He didn't know if he would rather Draco suck someone else off, or be sucked off by someone else. "Which would you rather I do?" Harry asked, deciding to let Draco choose.
"To be honest," Draco said, "I am comfortable either way. I don't see it the way you do."
"You don't even care?" Harry asked, eyes widening. There was a bit of hurt in his voice that he tried to hide.
Draco got up and sat beside his husband. "Do I care about you? Yes, you know I do," he said. "But does it make a difference whether you are sucking or being sucked by another man? I think it matters more to me that you do what you are the most comfortable with, not what I think."
Harry sighed and nodded, but still didn't know what to choose. He leaned closer to Draco, just to touch their shoulders together.
"Maybe you should let me handle him," Draco said quietly. "Because if you can't do it, the spell won't work."
Harry chewed on his lip, thinking. He didn't want to get everything ready and then mess it all up because he couldn't give head. He ran a hand though his hair and rubbed the bridge of his nose again before nodding shortly.
Draco was quiet again, hoping he had done the right thing by finding the answer. He hadn't expected this answer. "Do you have other ... questions?" he asked carefully.
"I ... don't know," Harry said. "What do we do after we're ... done?"
"Do you want me to outline the ritual for you now?" Draco asked. "Or is this something else?"
"No, it's not something else," Harry said quietly with a sigh. "I get what we're doing and why."
Draco turned to his husband, reaching a hand out to cup his chin and turn Harry's face toward him as well. "I love you," he said.
Harry gave him a small smile. "I know," he whispered.
"This won't change us," Draco said. "It doesn't make me any less yours."
Harry nodded. "I know," he whispered again, pulling Draco into his arms gently. "I know."