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Chapter Twenty-Nine--In Consultation

            "You will do nothing rash?"

            Draco could feel the movement of Harry rolling his eyes even though they didn’t face each other. Harry was bent over, brewing his blood and something that Draco thought looked like ordinary dust in a basin in front of him. He should need all his concentration for the task, but it looked as though he had made this Blood Bubble often enough that he didn't.

            That thought did not please Draco.

            "You think that everything I do is rash," Harry retorted, turning to glare at Draco over his shoulder. "Interesting choice of words, too, as if I have some kind of contagious disease. I'm going to do what I have to to protect Adam and rescue these other children, if we find them there. That's the truth."

            Draco hissed between his teeth. The thoughts murmuring in the back of Harry's head were all united against him, and he had not realized how dependent he had become on finding some contradiction in them that he could, in turn, use as leverage against Harry's conviction that he was completely right.

            "I did not mean that," Draco said. "I meant, will you do what we agreed upon, instead of improvising?"

            Harry snorted and turned his hand so that some more blood fell into the basin in front of him. Draco would have liked to watch the exact creation process, but Harry had said it made him nervous to have someone staring at his hands while he did it. Draco could have pressed the point that he needed to know the details in order to brew the proper Strengthening Potions for Harry after this, but he recognized that probably part of why the object worked was Harry's state of mind during the process. So he had backed off.

            "My strength is improvisation," Harry said. "Do you know how many situations Ron and I wouldn't have survived if not for the decisions that I can make in a split second?"

            "This time," Draco said, "you will have other allies with you, and I must have a controlled environment because of the way I fight. I can make decisions to use certain potions at certain intervals or for unexpected purposes. But I cannot make a new potion from scratch in the midst of the battle."

            Harry grunted, and then stirred some more of the dust into the basin in front of him. Draco arched his neck. It was no good trying to make out what Harry had done, however. The substance was already gone, and he held no packet in his hand that it could have come out of.

            "I see," Harry said at last, while the murmurs in the back of Draco's head said See. Don't want to. "Fine. But there is something I'm going to ask of you, to keep us coordinated during the battle." He cast a spell on the basin that made his wand flicker too fast to see and then turned around.

            Draco felt himself heat and flinch, both at once, as he met those eyes. Yes, he could enforce his will on Harry at certain points, but it was not a bad thing to be reminded of the way that Harry might challenge him, more than anyone had ever done before. "Yes?" he asked in a husky voice.

            Before he could scold himself for that, Harry moved a step forwards. "The same potion you used on me. I want you to drink it so that I have a link to your thoughts and emotions. That way, if you need to make a decision that will change the battle or I do something that you think is 'rash', we'll both know at once, and we won't even need to speak aloud." He dropped his fingers, which he had used to draw the quotes around the adjective, and stared at Draco.

            Draco felt the flush creep up into his face. It was far from a flush of embarrassment; he could feel his cock stirring. "You want that," he said.

            "Yes," Harry said. "You've used it pretty well so far. Unless you don't trust me in your mind or something, in which case--"

            "No," Draco said, and pitched his voice low, probably the best way to reach Harry when his own started to rise. "I had--hoped you would ask. I simply couldn't think of a time when you would. I assumed you would want that kind of connection with one of your best friends, maybe, but not someone you barely know."

            Harry stared at him, and then smiled slowly. The smile made Draco take a step closer to him without thinking about it. "Why would you assume that I didn't know you?" Harry breathed. "I let you fuck me, and I listen to you like I listen to Ron, if not all the time, and I acknowledge that you make sense, and I've fought beside you. So, yeah. I'd like that link."

            Draco couldn't analyze all the emotions floating around in him right now, and he didn't think it was the time to try. He moved in, and pressed his body flush against Harry's. Their cocks touched, and Harry sagged back, his head tilting up so Draco could count the cords in his neck as he took a deep breath. Draco reached out and skimmed a hand down his body, tweaking a nipple on the way when he found it.

            "All right," Harry said, his tone the kind that made Draco go weak at the knees. "Do you have to go back to your shop to get the potion or something?"

            "I had a dose on hand, hoping for this," Draco said. He jerked his head at the basin, hating the way he could barely stand upright, comforted only by the fact that Harry was basically in the same shape. "Do you have to attend to that in the next little while, or can you leave it?"

            "Ever the Potions master," Harry murmured, eyes bright and lazy. "No, I can leave it."

            Draco nodded, and sank to his knees. Harry sucked in a breath, clenched his hands into fists, and braced himself against the nearest wall.

            Draco kept his hands as steady as he could while he undid Harry's buttons and pulled him out, but it was hard when they wanted to shake. When he wanted to dance across the room and shriek out loud, in fact.

            He might not express it all at once, the way Harry or Weasley would tend to, but he had given Harry time and attention and commitment in terms of his emotions that he gave to few. To have it returned, to have Harry asking for a link that would fill his mind with Draco as Draco's was filled with Harry...

            It was more than he had thought would happen. So he opened his mouth and returned the favor, or did something Harry had already done for him, or returned them to an equal balance, whatever one wanted to think of it as.

            Draco knew what Harry thought of it. The thoughts in the back of his mind shut down for a moment, as though their water-murmur had gone dry, and then coalesced into a great, heaving gasp for air. At the same moment, Harry's hand wandered down and then away from Draco's hair to his own hip, grasping the skin there and worrying it like a dog bite.

            Draco sucked, nipped, and turned his head to the side so that his tongue lapped against Harry's fingers. A touch to his head was welcome, as it would not have been for most lovers.

            Then again, most lovers were not his lovers.

            And none were Harry.

            Harry groaned, and grabbed Draco's scalp, fingers digging in until it seemed he wanted to tear out individual strands of hair. Draco smiled, and licked, and let his tongue wander back until he was lapping at skin near Harry's entrance. Harry shifted and spread his legs wide, but Draco went back to his cock then, and sucked it as deep as he could, shutting his eyes, the better to concentrate on the two sets of thoughts cascading through his head.

            Want this. Want this. Want this. Fun. Didn't think he would...yes, right there! said Harry's thoughts, and Draco obligingly moved his tongue in the direction that the majority of the thoughts seemed to prefer.

            This is more fun than I expected, said his own thoughts, and then stuttered in other directions, like his tongue, as the pleasure grew more intense, and Harry's pleasure fell over him like a tumbling wall, and he had to give more attention to keeping his mouth in place instead of being simply yanked off Harry's cock by Harry's gripping hands.

            Harry's hands dug deep, and the pain mingled with the pleasure and the sensation of his full mouth and the soft swelling that seemed to happen somewhere down his throat as well as in the cock he had between his lips...

            And then Harry came, and Draco got a hand between his legs and worked himself in rapid jerks as he swallowed. He'd always been good at doing two things at once, and sometimes he did better.

            This time was one of those. He leaned back on his elbows and panted up at Harry, who stared at him as though he had to look at Draco's face or his working hand, one of the two. His eyes were green and glassy, and his thoughts were a single, steady throb of lust from the back of his mind.

            That lust finally made Draco's back arch and his own body flood out. He lay on the floor, felt his trousers dampening at the groin, and discovered that he didn't care as much as he had thought he would.

            "Draco."

            Harry dropped to his knees in front of him in turn and kissed him, messy and lapping at the corners of his mouth. Exhausted, Draco tilted his head back and received the kiss as his due tribute, now and then tugging at Harry's hair so that he would go back and nip at some more sensitive part of Draco's lips that he'd missed.

            "That was incredible," Harry said at last, his mouth wide and parted and his eyes shining and his mind chattering along in agreement, and Draco smiled, considering there might be some good sides to having such an honest lover after all.

*

            Harry lifted the basin into the air and tilted it back and forth, watching the liquid splash about inside it. It had retained the red color of fresh blood, but the dust had added a gleam here and there, one that was grey or brown depending on the light you looked at it in, like the dust Harry had mixed with it.

            He had never confirmed for Ron, and he wouldn't for Draco, that it was just ordinary dust he was adding. They would demand some complicated and magical theoretical explanation that he didn't have. He only knew that it was a symbol of the connection to earth for him, which otherwise the bubble wouldn't have, and that it worked to produce a magical creation like the one that would protect Adam.

            "I don't understand why the boy must come with us."

            Draco was lounging on Harry's bed, watching him, and Harry didn't think he could hear from Harry's thoughts how graceful he looked, how elegant, or he would have been preening more than he was. Still as disagreeable as ever, though, about everything except the potion that would link his mind to Harry's. Harry gave him a tight grin. "Because I gave him the choice. I promised that I wouldn't abandon him. He could have chosen to stay here, though. He didn't."

            Draco frowned at him and tilted his head to the side, perhaps because he could hear Harry's thoughts after all and wanted to hear how Harry thought of his hair falling past his ear. "You would trust a five-year-old to make such a decision?"

            "Not most of them," Harry said. "And it's different than trusting him like that. Adam went through something that could make him distrust everyone for the rest of his life. Instead, he chose to reach out and accept me, and think that I meant it when I said I wouldn't walk away from him. That promise means nothing if I walk away the first chance I have."

            Draco hissed. "You think it will do worse damage to him to be left here than to be brought along?"

            "Yes," Harry said, looking back and catching his eye. "Because the Blood Bubble can keep him safe, and Grimmauld Place might not. And because there are kinds of damage that can be done to you that make someone a walking shell. They might still be alive, but the chances that they'll ever heal are diminished."

            Draco's stare sharpened until Harry wondered what he was hearing from the back of Harry's head to make him look that way. Then he said, "This is more about you than Adam, isn't it?"

            "I knew what it was like to distrust adults," Harry said, shrugging a little. "I knew what it was like to have someone keep me in the dark, too, because they judged that that would keep me safer, except it wasn't really safe at all. I was still expected to fight Voldemort, and ignorance just made it harder. And Adam could stay here, but what does happen if they take the information from me somehow, or someone else? Or I die and so does everyone else and no one comes back?"

            "If someone did survive," Draco began.

            "I won't premise his care on that," Harry said flatly. "Besides, Draco, be honest. If you survived, would you want to be saddled with the care of him? Adam should be with someone who wants him, not someone who's just taking him on as an obligation because I'm dead and they feel they should."

            Draco's eyes narrowed further. "You did not feel wanted. You did not feel as though you were with people who wanted you."

            Harry shook his head. "They told me over and over it was an obligation. At least I did have somewhere to grow up, and somewhere relatively safe, but it wasn't a place that made me a strong person. Not in the way that anyone except Dumbledore wanted," he added softly. Sometimes it scared him, when he thought of how close the world had come to not surviving Voldemort because of the way he was raised and the weird and wrong decisions that he and Dumbledore had made. Dumbledore could pretend that he was controlling everything from behind the scenes if he wanted, but Harry knew how much of it was luck. "So. I offered Adam the choice. If he had wanted to stay here, I would have found a way to make the house as safe as possible. But that's not what he wants."

            "This could further hurt him," Draco said, his words exquisitely neutral.

            "It could," Harry agreed. "But telling him he could have the choice and then forcing him to stay here would hurt him. It's a shitty choice all around. What they did to him was shitty. Nothing can be exactly perfect in this, nothing can be exactly right. But I'm making the decision I think will work best."

            Draco leaned back with his arms behind his head, elbows sticking out. Harry bit his lip to avoid commenting. He loved the pose, because it made Draco look a little more silly and a little more human, but if he said something about it, at least that way, there would probably be bloodshed.

            "You think of yourself all the time as making the best decision you can," Draco said then. "Not the best decision altogether."

            "I'm usually in situations where doing something simple and right isn't an option," Harry replied. "That's one reason I started using the Dark Arts. I knew it wasn't right, but I knew it would work. Doing the right thing wouldn't, not when so many of the people we arrested had allies in the Ministry or on the Wizengamot."

            Draco drew in a slow, long breath, his mouth open as he sucked in air. Harry felt a stir from his groin at what the expression reminded him of, and had to clear his throat and look away.

            Draco had the slightest touch of a smirk in his voice when he started speaking again. "I had thought that you always did do the simple thing. Perhaps not the right thing. But the decision to sacrifice your life to save the world from the Dark Lord does seem simple and straightforward."

            "It was narrowed down to the only thing I could do," Harry said, and shook his head. Discussing that made him feel like he was under a layer of water that grabbed his head and crept over his ears. "I don't know. If I had other decisions, I might have done something else. I wanted to live."

            Draco studied him openly enough that Harry turned back to him. Draco's face was soft, and his mouth had opened again, revealing bright teeth and pale pink gums. If this keeps up, Harry thought, I'll know him better than I've ever known anyone.

            "Then I will not protest," Draco murmured. "As long as protecting the boy will not endanger either of us or make our task the harder, then I have no reason to object." He sat up and reached for one of the potions he had set on the table beside the bed earlier, his eyes locked on the basin.

            Harry nodded. Those were the Strengthening Potions that would heal his magical exhaustion after he was done creating the Blood Bubble.

            Amazing, that he trusted Draco to brew those, when a fortnight ago, he wouldn't have trusted him not to poison them. But things did change.

            Harry turned back to the mingled blood and dust in front of him, and gathered his magic. It built under his skin, churning as Harry forced more and more power into the same small, contained reservoir. He felt the shimmer over the top of it, like a breeze blowing on water, and smiled. Draco was watching him with further-parted lips, one hand planted beneath him as if he thought he would have to hurl himself off the bed and into the corner of the room at any moment.

            Harry didn't know everything about why the Blood Bubble worked. But he knew enough to content him, and it contented him further, right now, to know that Draco was watching him and would see it happen. This was something he had never shared with anyone except Ron before now.

            He closed his eyes. The power was making his hands shake, his body creak back and forth like an old tree rocked by a windstorm. He opened his hands, and aimed his fingers at the basin, and thought he felt sparks leaping. He had never opened his eyes to confirm whether they were real or not. Part of the reason this worked was intuitive trust in his own feelings and efforts.

            He sighed out the incantation, and the magic slammed into the blood and lifted it up in front of him.

            Harry opened his eyes to watch the bubble form, the color of the mixture in the basin, spreading and expanding outwards until it brushed against the walls and the bed where Draco lay. It was more than big enough for Adam to walk around in or lie down in, and it would have space for anything he wanted to bring with him.

            The pull to make the bubble went on draining him, reaching deep into him and pulling all the substance out, like blood from a spurting femoral artery. Harry fell into it and let it happen. He had never died from it yet. He was taking a chance that he wouldn't this time, but he took a chance every day that he worked as an Auror. And with that work behind him now, it was all the more reason to take risks. His life belonged to the people he chose to let into it.

            Draco started to his feet, as though Harry's thoughts had told him something they hadn't told Harry, but then the bubble stopped moving and forming and just hovered in the room. Harry nodded. It would open, once, for the touch of his hand, so he could get Adam and anything else he wanted to bring inside it, and it would bend if necessary to escape the narrow rooms of the house. Then it would be impervious to change until dismissed, in one way or another.

            "You're mad," Draco said. His voice was faint, but Harry didn't know if that came from some lack of breath in Draco's words or just the frenzied pounding in his own ears.

            "No," Harry said, and grinned at him. "Mad people are the ones whose plans don't work. This one worked, didn't it?"

            Draco only shook his head, and bent over Harry with something in his hand. The Strengthening Potion, Harry presumed. He laid his head back and opened his mouth, and the thick, unexpectedly sweet taste of a potion poured in. He coughed, and Draco reached down and massaged his throat.

            "Think of it as my cock, if that helps," Draco murmured, his voice as sweet as the potion. "You want to swallow."

            Harry laughed, which didn't help with the thickness problem, and Draco massaged a little more firmly to get it to go away. There came a blur of potions after that, at least three, and by the end of them, Harry was strong enough to sit up leaning against the wall. Draco knelt down in front of him with a green glass bottle and extended it.

            "My dose of the potion that will link us," he said, and his eyes blazed like sun through snowfall.

            Harry didn't need the potion to know what he was thinking. He thought Harry had only come this far on pretense or bravado and would tell him not to take it. He raised an eyebrow instead and stared straight back, and after a moment Draco nodded and lifted the bottle. Harry grimaced for him as he swallowed.

            There was a rustling sensation in the back of his head, like a mouse waking up. Harry reached out and put a hand on Draco's arm to steady himself. Draco laughed, silently, but the laughter echoed inside Harry's skull.

            More than I wanted. More than I needed. More than I deserved.

            "I'm not," Harry said aloud, blinking. "We could argue all day about whether anyone deserves someone like me, but I want you, and I need you, and I think that means we can put the question of deserving away."

            Draco narrowed his eyes, as though he wouldn't have chosen those thoughts as the first ones for Harry to overhear, but he reached out, put a hand on Harry's shoulder, and drew him in. Harry went eagerly, his mouth already open.

            He took in Draco's tongue, and Draco's hesitation, and Draco's warmth, and Draco's thoughts.

            We're gong to do this, aren't we? We really are. Mine.

            Harry smiled at the last thought, tried to answer it with one of his own, and deepened the kiss.

*

            SP777: Draco was kind of expecting Harry to come down on him, and that he didn’t increases his feeling of attachment.

            Mark: Harry explains his reasoning here. I think you can certainly still fault his reasoning, but to him, it’s more important to give Adam the choice than it is to keep him utterly safe. He’s had enough of people who claimed they could keep him safe but gave him no choice about how they did it, God knows.

            unneeded: Thanks! That should happen in the next chapter.

            LeaniaSTL: Thank you!

            moodysavage: Thank you! Glad you appreciated it, and I hope you like the potion that Draco’s now taken to link his thoughts to Harry’s.

            Even if they were to take their memories to someone in the Ministry, the problem is finding someone who will listen and not simply refuse to act because of political ties to Moonstone and Schroeder.
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