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Fate Falls	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N ~
djaddict~ apologies... life got in the way.
By no means have I given up on this story, or do I have writer's block. You will see in this chapter, and in the next Harry sort of going through some dark places. I had a family thing that cause some depressive thoughts and have just tried to focus on healing a bit. Harry seems to kind of go with me a bit. I look forward to your comments.
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Chapter 28 - Triumphs and Trolls
Harry walked the halls, which were quiet since most students were in the great hall for lunch. He could feel Draco’s calmness surrounding him. Show me more...I want to see Hogwarts as you saw her. I want to know what events made you who you are.
Harry was not sure that was such a good idea. His nightmares were not things he wanted to share with his love, Draco was fragile. I am NOT fragile. Just unnerved by people. Harry laughed out loud at this. Draco had better prepare for a journey like nothing he had ever known.
Harry let himself go, and fly, they would start from the beginning. He landed at the imposing gate with just enough of the view of the castle from the grounds. The high turrets and towers looming over the landscape.
The darkness enclosed them, the feeling of being small and insignificant overwhelmed Harry as he peered up at the large structures. Then he was surrounded by a sea of people that knew more about him than he knew of himself.   He felt lost, he did not know who he was, or his parents or about this magical world he had been thrown into. Everything seemed like a dream, a miracle, a rescue from his previous life. He was eager to know, eager to please. His only friend standing there, his lifeline to this world of miracles.
In the Great Hall, so full of more people than Harry had been used to, he felt swallowed, and small. They all were expecting something when his name was called, but why? He had his battle with the sorting hat, he had his fears crawling over him and hope that blossomed inside his tiny body when people cheered for him, but was it really for him or for his scar.
He spent his evening staring out open windows, the freedom was amazing, but the oppressive expectations were looming, he could feel them. Every eye on him and every move he made.
The Quidditch pitch was his liberation, on his broom he was free and nothing could touch him. He felt a kinship with his broom, and it felt like they were friends. His hands knew where to hold the wood, his body just felt right. He let the broom help him, letting his instincts guide him, and letting the broom move with him.
Harry had begun to wander the halls and up towards the third floor. He found the one room that used to hold all he held dear in his youth. He opened the old wooden door and peered inside, the patch of dust in the corner was the only evidence that something had once stood there.
Harry reached to touch the mirror, hoping that he would finally feel the faces beneath the glass. Longing and aching touched him more acutely with every visit. He would sit and stare deep into his mother’s smiling eyes, hoping for a crumb of her voice.   Just once he would give about anything to see her and hear her.
The memory changed to the watching the faces of his parents in the mirror, flames surrounding him, but he still only had eyes for them. The babbling Professor and the whispering Dark Lord could not reach him, only the eyes of those he longed to meet were what he focused on. The pain was severe in his chest when they disappeared at the whim of a monster. Harry stopped caring, stopped hoping in that moment. His bravery was not real, he had really given up and just let the disturbing events unfold, as his professor turned to ash and he was possessed ever briefly by Voldemort. Harry felt Draco’s arms around him then, soft and warm.
Harry moved away then, taking them down the hall, towards the staircases. You don’t have to keep going...Harry knew he did, sometimes the best medicine is to let it go. Harry walked down several stairs to the first floor.   He felt Draco shiver in his mind. Harry spoke the words and they descended into the chamber.
The memory of young Tom Riddle looking at him, spelling out ‘I AM VOLDEMORT’ began, the fear inside Harry leap up a notch and then it was all adrenaline as the Basilisk slithered out. Then he was running and every fear seemed to leak out of him, with only adrenaline and the push to move on fueling him. He was small and he was fast, and then he had a sword. The pride he felt at being able to pull the sword and wield it was immeasurable. Through the sweat, the grime and the fear…Harry struck hard, trusting in the sword to do the damage it needed. His pain was pushed away as he faced the almost solid Tom. He accepted his fate willingly, but only would let go once he had accomplished his goal… and the diary bleeding in front of him, Tom splintering to pieces, then Harry was ready to embrace death. But death never came, only the tears of a phoenix.
Harry flew them out of the chamber, and onto the school grounds, next to an enormous tree.
He was flying again, but with the pain of a thousand shards flying at him, the leaves whipped him everywhere they could reach. Finally, he was tumbling down a hard passage. Standing in the room with the man he thought had betrayed his parents, grief and fury radiated through him. Seeing another of his parent’s friends clapping the betrayer on the back stung more.   He was screaming inside, crying if he could.   At first he though Snape was the savior, and then he needed to know the truth.   It was clawing at him, tearing his precious hope to shreds. A visceral reaction to seeing Peter Pettigrew exploded and he wanted nothing more than to strangle the man...his god father… this was his new life… he wanted a home and to be loved.
They all stood, the joy was luminescent around Harry, until the Howl broke the air. Once again Harry found himself fighting for his life, and now the life of his godfather. He gave himself up again to the tempting care of death as he laid down in a bed of Dementors. His own hope for a family seeping away into the maw of the Dementors mouth. A smile filled him in the possibility of the rest he would find in the arms of Death.
The memory changed then to Harry watching himself and his godfather being tormented by such a scene and the pure fury and hope burst through him as his patronus charged the area.
“Was that where we..” Draco’s voice wavered in his head.
“Yes” Harry supplied.
“How did you…”
“Time turner”
“Oh”
Harry smiled to himself, he waited until he got to the Great Hall which was emptying as the students left to take care of things before the next event. Harry stood in the corner and smiled. This should be fun.
Harry sat on a covered chair, watching the dancers pass him by.   His own date was flounced beside him, clearly discontent with her lot. Harry’s own feelings were neither good nor bad, but he felt just a whisper of intrigue as he watched a slender blond figure twirl a dark haired girl across the room. He only wished he could be that graceful. Graceful in a fight as well as in dance…
The memory flickered forward, uncontrolled by Harry. They slipped into a melancholy, the darkness and sickness that pervaded the students as they stood in front of Professor Snape and the Carrows. Harry stood proud as he confronted them all, his own fear repressed, and then he was running searching and staring at a pile of discarded rubbish.
There was no fear when he faced Draco, only resignation. The truth spilled from his lips.
“Why didn’t you tell your Aunt who I was?” Harry demanded, knowing there would be no answer. Draco could not offer one either.
The fires raged, hotter than anything else, the dragon pursued with a vengeance everything. Harry was flying, but his gut was clenched tight looking for what he had lost… He swooped down to grab Draco and did not think hard about any implications. His own mission was first and always focus. The rubble that surrounded him tugged at his heart, events flowed past as a blur until he walked into the clearing and waited for the arms of Death to take him.
Harry fought against himself for only a moment, Draco could see, there was nothing he could do to stop the flood. He felt the terror in Draco when the last of his memory cleared.
“What happened…”
“I cannot say… but you can guess.”
“....”
Harry found his way inside his mind, and reached out to Draco, and held onto the blond.
“No matter what you think you saw, I will never leave you alone. Remember what I said about one more time will you have to see me in a way you would not like?”
Draco nodded.
“It will happen in a similar fashion. Trust me to not leave you.”
Draco touched his face, fingertips flowing over tanned skin. He closed his eyes and let his head fall to rest.
“Whatever it takes, I will trust you.”
Harry held on as tight as he could and let his mind come back to himself.
Harry moved past most of the empty tables and up to the head table. Only Severus remained, but there was no reaction to Draco’s consciousness… Must be a physical connection.
“Obviously!”
Harry sighed. He sat down for a quick lunch before he would go to meet Heidegger.
“Severus, do you think you can look into something for me?” Harry asked quietly, even though most of the staff had gone.
The darker man turned to him, and waited.
“It seems that the mark is affecting Draco negatively since his attack, I would like to know if you have any idea why or what spell, or potion had been used on him.” Harry asked. He might as well be as forthcoming as possible, it would only help. Hermione would also be looking if he knew her, so the was sure between the three of them they would have an answer.
Four… I can read to...
Harry smiled at Draco’s input, earning him a strange look from Severus. The look changed quickly and then there was caution tinting black eyes.
“What have you done? Your eyes are not your own for brief moments, and it’s not Augur either.” Severus pointed out. Clearly worried. There was almost a duality to Harry that he had never seen before. At times, there was almost haughtiness reminiscent of Draco that graced his features… and he had walked with more grace than usual into the hall.
Harry sighed, “He is with me today.” Harry pointed to his head. As if to prove a point Draco moved him out of the way and looked at Severus who nearly dropped his fork when green eyes instantly melted into silver.
“I will see what I can find. Usually there are no survivors, so this is a unique case. You may have to go hunt Draco’s memories, Harry. It may be the only way. Expect Vincent to contact you after the weekend is over.” Severus imparted.
“Why?” Harry queried.
“How about we all discuss this after dinner, with drinks. So that we are all on the same page.” Severus offered, looking around with a brief but cursory glance.
Harry nodded. There was a commotion from the atrium of the Great Hall, and Harry stood to address, the screams he could hear from students.
Harry rushed out through the doors only to beam at Heidegger, who stood several feet tall, trying not to squash an students, or break any part of the castle.
Harry called for calm and dispersed the students. Harry took in the sight, a much better view than he remembered from his first year.
And that would be?
“Later.”
The Troll towered almost three feet taller than Harry, his skin was a light plum color, and his clothing was tailored crudely, but still well made cotton and leather. His feet were clad in heavy leather boots, his eyes were a dark navy and his hair was similar to Hagrid’s, bushy and only slightly kept. His hands were a workman’s hands, smooth in places and calloused in others. Harry beamed up at him with a huge smile.
“Heddiger. Welcome to Hogwarts.”
“Everyone is small. No squashing.” Heddiger replied opening his mouth in what was supposed to be a smile, but just looked like a dog with rotten teeth about to growl..
“Good. No squashing, I’ll take you outside and we can talk. OK?” Harry offered, motioning towards the entrance doors.
It was a strange procession, large giant like feet trying to land softly and not crush people or things, and a slightly smaller Harry Potter walking out towards the grounds. Harry’s stature in this case was an asset, he was much closer in size to Heddiger than any other student or teacher, so that made him seem almost equal in the eyes of the river troll.
Harry and Heddiger walked towards the pitch, but they did not go all the way to the stadium. Harry stopped halfway there and nodded towards an indent in the forest line just off the path. Harry stooped low and placed his hands on the ground and pushed his will, forcing hard rock from the earth upwards and when it broke the surface it was flat, hard and grey.
Harry sat opposite the large boulder and gestured for Heddiger to take a seat. He summoned a bag he had squirreled away for his friend. He handed it to Heddiger. The troll opened it and smiled his ragged smile once again and pulled out a large silver fish.
“You mentioned catfish were your favorite. I found a man that had a lake swarming with them. I figured you could use a snack before you faced an audience of wizards.” Harry said, “Thank you for coming, I am so very pleased.”
Heddiger’s navy eyes shined down on Harry.
“I am happy to help. Not even our own kind wants to know of the guilds. They just ship off their gifted and then move on.” Heddiger said, and then gingerly ate each catfish in a very well-mannered way for a troll. He placed one in his mouth, and chewed with a look of contentment in his eyes.
“Well we want to know all about you, your guilds, the gifted and the un-gifted. As I said in my letter, you are speaking to my defense class. As our guest, you can choose your topics and tell us everything you wish. I hope for some information my students can use in defense as well if you are comfortable with that.” Harry explained.
Heddiger nodded, swallowed his last piece, looked around then pulled the branch of the nearest leafy tree towards him. He used the leaves to wipe his mouth, making Harry try to hide his smile as a few fell to the ground thoroughly abused.
“Well it won’t be hard, all the ungifted are able to be controlled easily if you know the language, and their favorite food. The gifted are much harder, since we understand better than the others. But our society is not as aggressive as the ungifted.” Heddiger looked Harry over a couple of times. “You’re big for a wizard.”
Harry laughed, “I had help, Gaia let the waters of fate heal me, and it seems growing was a part of that.”
Should you have told him that?
I feel it’s right, my connection to the earth seems to connect me to the other beings as well.
Trolls are not considered beings to the Ministry.
I know, but they should be.
Harry felt Draco withdraw a bit, but the love and smile that always comforted him was there.
“You are a son of the Great Mother?” Heddiger asked, awe filling his rather large voice.
“If that is what you call her, then yes. She feels great sadness at the fracture of all her children. Finding a balance will be my job.” Harry replied. “I was hoping you would talk to the guild and pass along my words once my task for the Great Mother is finished. I wish to strike balance for us all.”
Heddiger pondered Harry’s words. He pondered a lot at times. This was a time where he wanted to make sure he understood. His guild council would have a lot to consider. They had allowed him to speak because it was Harry Potter asking. To now see that Harry Potter was also selected by the Great Mother as her son would endear him to the guild council. They had discussed forging more than a trade relationship with wizards for years, but the stigma the ungifted had left on wizards made that dream unreachable.
“Our magic is given by the Great Mother, our gifts are given at birth. The color of our eyes mark the gifted. I am a River Troll, we are gifted with healing and that magic can be woven into our talent. Each troll is gifted with their family magic, but we each have a special talent that is made better when we join the guild. All River trolls have the family magic of healing. Our Mountain brothers are gifted with change magic, and our forest brothers with earth magic. our best gem callers from the forest family and our best builders from the mountain family. Though our leather makers and our tree whisperers seem to be the skills the wizards like best, when our guild interacts with traders.” Heddiger explained a bit.
Harry nodded, though he was curious, “What are tree whisperers?”
Heddiger smiled, “That is the skill the wizards love best of all, Mr. Ollivander especially. They help him find the right wood for wands. The trees must give willingly and only the tree whisperer’s can coax them.”
“Wow… can you talk about that today?” Harry asked.
“Of course, can I offer you the gift from the guild now?” Heddiger asked, looking rather excited for a towering troll.
“I was not expecting a gift.” Harry said.
You should show proper enthusiasm for gifts…
I am always grateful for a gift.
Yes.. but you are sometimes too humble… wait scratch that… I love that about you… No changes necessary…
Harry felt a heated caress near his ear and he did all he could to control his shiver.
hmmm...interesting I can still taste you.
Stop! I don’t need to embarrass myself here. Later…
Harry’s neck was hot as he felt the ghost of Draco’s tongue trail over it.
Fine… but I want to break you later.
Harry did shiver at the seductive darkness in that tone.
“I would be honored by a gift.” Harry said, trying to cover up his uncomfortable erection hidden under his teaching robes.
Heddiger reached into his shirt and pulled out a tightly wrapped package. The package was wrapped in burnt orange leather, tied tightly with twine. He placed it in Harry’s upturned palm and sat back waiting.
Harry felt the weight of the object under the covering, it was not heavy like stone, but not light either. He plucked at one of the strings and carefully unwrapped and found an odd looking egg shaped object in a round glass sphere. He looked at Heddiger for an explanation.
“If ever you find yourself in danger, throw the glass at the foot of your threat and run fast. Inside is a Chimera gland, the fire burns hot as the Fiendfyre and consumes everything within a 10 meter radius.” Heddiger explained, “The council wanted to send its best wishes for your triumph over the evil one.”
Harry smiled back, and shrunk the object before placing it in a pocket of his robes. “Thank you Heddiger, and please extend my warm thanks to the council as well. Are you ready? It looks like the crowd is starting to gather.”
Harry stood, and Heddiger followed him. Harry entered the pitch just as the sun was starting to set. The rays of gold and red lit up the podium in an almost ethereal glow, and he thought he saw a glint of shimmering golden hair from the corner of the podium, and then it was gone. She watched over him, he was sure. He felt the comfort on the breeze as he made his way closer to the podium. Heddiger stood in front of the podium, since it did not seem like it would hold his weight. There was a ripple of fear that Harry noted that ran through the faces of the staff, even Madam Bones seemed to be stiffer than normal. Albus seemed to be the only one at ease.
Harry introduced Heddiger to the staff. For an intelligent troll, Heddiger certainly had charm, and calm seemed to spread out from the staff and the rest of the students seemed to relax as well in their seats.
Harry magnified his voice, “This is Heddiger, River Troll from the guild of the gifted. His gift of the Earth is Healing, and his skill is a Master Leather Craftsman. Please welcome him to Hogwarts.”
There was a thunderous applause that came from the crowd and startled the troll a bit.
“Can you do that to my voice too?” Heddiger asked quietly.
Harry nodded and cast the voice charm on Heddiger. The whole pitch quieted and waited.
Harry watched as Heddiger seemed to come to life as he talked. He told the story of the trolls, how the Mountain trolls were the largest and could take down whole villages in just minutes. Their greatest weaknesses were their eyes as they could not see well and fell over whatever was put in front of them if they could not see. The River trolls were smaller and could walk further as they were not usually as large as the mountain trolls, but they had a brute strength only matched by their temper. Long range stunning was recommended for the ungifted river trolls. The forest trolls were tamer, and usually did not leave their trees. Open spaces disoriented them and they could be easily confused and caged if found. He then started in on gifted trolls. He explained the differences between un-gifted and gifted trolls. There were only three guilds in the world, each usually stayed close to a mountain range so that noises and the ground shaking could be hidden. He explained that there was a council made up of two of each family of trolls, and they were appointed by outgoing members of the council. The guild could lodge objections, but that was rare in most guilds. The council controlled the trade and the training for the guild.
He continued with the magic they were gifted with, the healing magic helped things to grow and healed those stricken with sickness, the change magic helped to make things workable that tools could not, shaping the earth and stone. Their greatest asset was the earth magic that allowed them to manipulate the elements to conceal themselves and to commune with the earth. Their tree whisperers were needed to coax the trees to willingly give up their wood to the wand makers. Dead wood could not be made into wands, it had to be wood freely given and still alive. Each wizard held a special part of the tree that gave up its wood for the wand. There were only 4 tree whisperers among all the troll guilds. Heddiger beamed when he was finished, and Harry cancelled the charm and there was an applause that drowned out all sound.
That was much more interesting than I thought it would be.
You will be surprised by what the wizarding world missed because of their exclusion.
Obviously. You are opening eyes, Harry… especially mine.
Harry tried not to think about those eyes...soft laughter filled his mind.
Each head of house greeted Heddiger and expressed their thanks. Madam Bones was especially cordial, she even held herself well during their exchange. Heddiger left immediately, knowing that his presence was needed back at the guild.
Harry found himself pondering the day by the lake, when he was joined by Madam Bones. The light of the waning moon left silver streaks over the dark lake. She fell in step beside him, quietly watching his face.
“Even now you are teaching me so much, Professor Potter.” She whispered.
“Harry… please.” Harry muttered.
“Harry.” She accepted the informal address, “I know this started as a defense class idea, but did you know it would blossom further?”
“At first, no.   My path became clear later. Balance has been one thing emphasized in every event I have had to approach as an Augur. Our world is so out of balance, Madam Bones…” Harry was interrupted by her injection of “Amelia.”
“Amelia.” Harry corrected. “When I first discovered I was a wizard, the world was new to me. Everything from the Goblins in Gringotts to a house elf that surprised me. I was so used to being an outsider because my family made me that way, that I saw the miracle of the wizarding world with rose colored glasses. Until I saw how some wizards treated each other and the creatures they share the world with. I wanted to be different for the first time. I wanted to accept those, who like me, were put underfoot because they were not seen properly. Dobby was my friend, but he was an elf. He is not allowed to hold a wand, not allowed to hold a job like me. He is only good for cleaning and doing a wizard’s dirty work. Yet he can still feel loyal without being a servant, he can still love and still bleed just like the rest of us. He still can make the choice to save a life and sacrifice his own for a friend.” Harry choked on the last line. He felt Draco sooth him and took a deep breath.
“I find it unfair that a wizard or witch can look down on someone like that. If that would have been a wizard or witch, honor would have been bestowed or an order of merlin or some such nonsense, but on an elf what would happen?” Harry asked looking directly into her eyes. There was much confusion swirling around.
“Nothing would happen.” She sighed as she said it.
“And does that strike you as right?” Harry asked.
“Several months ago I would not have thought about it. But I see your logic. I know some regulations were put into place to protect wizards, but I am trying to wonder what from.” She whispered, clearly concerned.
“Even as young as I am, I know what from. What are wizards and witches but people with power. We can’t see enslaving Muggles because that is too close to who we are, but putting ourselves at the top with all the power, is the same struggle from age to age that we have always done. We spill blood to gain power, we take dignity and will from those we can and call it protecting ourselves. It has to stop. I need someone to listen to the voice of wisdom and bring the wizarding world out of the age of oppression into the age of balance.” His green eyes pierced right to her soul. Amelia could not look away, and what she saw swirling in the darkness of Harry’s eyes made her smile. Wizards working together with the other beings in harmony. So much could be gained from learning from one another.
“I will stand with you to the end, Harry. On my magic, whatever wisdom you provide I will consider without bias.” She stated and raised her wand, her magic swirling to bind her.
Harry smiled, “Let’s go in to dinner.” He had a powerful ally… next step, get Fudge dismissed.
Politics Harry? I would never have pictured you getting your hands dirty…
I can’t stay a virgin forever…
Harry felt the shock and the blush that crept over his cheeks was not his own.
Harry sent a patronus to let Snape know that he would join him around 9. Harry had another idea for dinner and veered towards his rooms.
Harry left the school and flooed home…
“We can try inside your mind…” Draco’s whispers sent shivers through his body, and his erection was already straining.
“I want your body.. not just your consciousness…” Harry felt his body shiver again, but not from his control, it was Draco’s shiver.
I know its perfect isn’t it… just look at it lying there so peacefully… just one button...Hey we can both molest my body…
Harry’s hand reached for Draco’s body..
OUT!
Harry was grinning as he sat close and pressed his forehead to Draco’s sleeping form and pushed hard.
He felt Draco’s consciousness slip from him. He waited for only a fraction of a second before silver eyes burst open, striking heat down the center of his body. His lips crashed into Draco’s who was taking a gasping breath, and Harry let his power wash over him and flow giving Draco the air his lungs needed even as he plundered the perfect mouth below him.   He reached down and pulled the pale arms up and over Draco’s head, breaking the kiss to stare deeply into his lover’s eyes… he let one hand slip down silk skin, his eyes taking in the line of Draco’s throat as it became exposed elegantly in a moan. Harry leaned in to trail his warm tongue over the silk of pale flesh before latching on to the heartbeat pounding against his mouth. The sounds and garbled mewling hit his body like hurricane. The electric foreshadow tingling down his skin. Harry moved to let his warm breath flow out over Draco’s ear before releasing a hiss of Parseltongue…
You have tortured me all day...my turn…
Draco opened his eyes after returning to his body only to have sensations wash over him, pleasure and heat from the fire in Harry’s eyes. The flames licked up his skin as his mouth was taken and he gave himself up to the inferno starting to roil around inside him. Deathly green eyes captured his own and searing heat traveled down his arm as his soul was devoured by the dark man above him. His eyes felt heavy as his head lolled to the side, only to be met with a shock of Harry’s mouth capturing his throat. Waves of ecstasy crashed in a torment of chaos making him arch his body for more. The caress of hisses met his ear followed by a slow sensuous translation in his mind. Draco’s body arched up again trying to connect to Harry’s still hovering form. He felt Harry push down, letting a leg brush over his need causing another groan. Heated puffs of air came and were driving him crazy as they flowed over his ear, his neck and then his exposed throat. He did not want to move his hands. It left him exposed to Harry in a way that heightened his arousal. His body was already on fire when Harry slid his fingers into the black buttons of Draco’s white shirt and started plucking them apart. He closed his eyes when the inky top dipped and he felt cool lips pressing against his hot flesh. He could not stop the gasps that ripped themselves from his throat.
Harry watched as Draco’s body reacted to his words, and his touch. He controlled his breathing so he could let pressured air flow from him to points he knew were sensitive on the blond. He wanted to slowly achieve his goals, and he took his time opening one black button after another. He could not resist tasting pale flesh as it was revealed. Draco’s skin was perfect, the flavor an addictive combination of salt and citrus. He brushed the cloth aside slowly letting the edges trace over Draco’s sensitive body. He smiled at every hitch of breath. His own need ached tightly in his pants, but he would wait. He had been aching all day long. Having Draco in his mind, that sultry voice touched every hormone and nerve ending in him. Harry’s fascination was captured by a tight pink nipple that he moved to taste. Draco’s hands could not stay aloft for long, and he smiled as he felt fingers entwine with his hair. His hands continued the undressing further below, opening the trousers for his later perusal as his mouth moved further down, tasting and sucking slowly.
Draco was about to scream. His lover was taking his body to a slow burn that would consume him. The touch of lips and then the whole mouth on him was making his muscles tighten in anticipation. The flames of lust licked over his skin, the magic of his passion infused the flames with an electric shock that seemed to grow the lower Harry’s head descended.   Harry’s chin was only a hair’s breadth away from his erection. When Harry swallowed he felt the movement against the sensitive head of his cock. He would not scream, but scream he did… in agony and need…
“Harry!...Please.” Draco’s voice was lustful and sensuous in his pleas.
Harry looked up, locked his dark green eyes on to the insistent silver one’s. He paused, letting Draco’s erection settle on the back of his chin, his hands held onto Draco’s waist, one thumb slowly working circles over the tattoo and the other pressing firmly into the other side of Draco’s waist. Harry swallowed hard, not letting his eyes break the capture of Draco’s. He knew the movement was tantalizing Draco, his throat contracting as he swallowed made Draco’s erection jerk and there was a slickness when it returned to rest on the back of his chin again. Draco’s cry was beautiful, Harry loved the tightening feel of Draco’s fingers against his scalp, it sent the fire racing through his skin. Draco’s eyes held all the begging his mouth could not say, and his breathing became more ragged every time he swallowed and Draco’ prick twitched. He was wound almost as tight as Draco, one move or touch and he was sure to lose his own control. Harry let out a long breath, strong and full of heat that landed on Draco’s abdomen. Draco’s eyes closed, and Harry moved quickly taking Draco’s cock in his mouth fast and swift, plunging down to the hilt, and then he swallowed again…
Draco could not look away, the sight was mesmerizing, those eyes held all the power. Each swallow touched him and strings of electricity traveled through his body. He knew he was leaking, his cock ached so intently it bordered on pain. Finally there was a harder swallow and his erection was hit harder by Harry’s adam’s apple striking like a hammer on an anvil to his need. He closed his eyes and moaned, only to have it cut off by the sheer pleasure of a heated cavern descending over him. It was all he could do to keep his dignity and not let go immediately, and then the hold was broken when Harry swallowed. His cock was lodged in Harry’s throat in seconds and the constriction when Harry swallowed pulled his orgasm. It ripped it like a hot branding iron tearing away his tenuous hold, and he released. The fire from inside his body pooled and erupted in one flow, the electricity going off like fireworks wherever nerves were present. Smooth sounds did not come out of his mouth, Harry’s name flowed off his lips like a shuddered spill of boiling water. Nothing came to him as he felt the pure powerlessness of his liquid body, his strength had fled on the waves of passion. He could only register the immovability of Harry on his body. He cracked his eyes open to see a sexy sight. Harry’s body had twisted out from underneath him, while his face was now lying on Draco’s middle, Harry’s hands still on his hips, the dark wet stain on Harry’s trousers gave him peace.
Harry’s own body was so in tune to Draco’s that it seemed he was stoking his own fire as he built the tension up for Draco. The pure fire of passion consumed him as he tasted Draco and let his lover fill him. Draco’s seed was an aphrodisiac and an instant release of his own need, and pushed to oblivion upon hearing his name stutter through Draco’s perfect mouth.
They both lay languid and sated, with Harry eventually making his way to hold Draco closer.
They had a few hours before they had to meet with Snape, and Harry was going to enjoy holding his husband.
Severus and Sirius sat waiting on the arrival of Harry and Draco. However, Severus was not sure how Draco would arrive. It had been very disconcerting to see Draco through Harry, it was unnatural. He could understand Harry’s reasons for allowing it, there had to be something they can figure out in order to make Draco comfortable in his own body again. He was not sure how he could help, but he knew Harry would not rest until Draco was free from whatever torture was placed upon him.
Snape sat back, holding onto Sirius who was reading quietly sidled up to his side on the sofa. Severus let many various discussions with the Dark Lord play out through his mind...He let out a gasp as he dropped the drink that was in his left hand.
Sirius felt the change, the gasp the stiffness and heard the crash of glass on the floor. He turned quickly to stare at his lover and wait. Severus would speak when he was ready.
“We got to warn Harry… He can’t enter Draco’s memory… it’s a trap!” Severus gasped and sputtered. He was rising and pulling Sirius with him. They would do what they could… Severus cast his patronus.
“Don’t enter Draco’s mind until I can get there.” Severus spoke and sent it off bounding through thick stone walls. Both dark men raced out the door and towards the room that held Draco and Harry, or so they thought.
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