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Bad Faith	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10782 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Harry sat next to the bed in the hospital wing, holding Draco’s hand. Madame Pomfrey was out helping a first year that had been hit with an improperly cast full-body bind and was stuck.

He looked over as the door opened and Hermione came in. “Harry? Is it...” She looked at Harry’s hand, then searched his face and smiled gently. “Ron’s an idiot, and a bigot. I don’t care who you’re with, as long as you’re happy. Is he going to be okay?”

Harry shrugged. “His body’s trying to force the fetus out, and if it succeeds he’ll probably be sterile. None of the fertility potions they’ve tried work for Sinicae, so sterility is final.” His voice was flat and unfeeling.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Oh, Harry! I know how much you wanted children, I’m so sorry! Is there anything that might help?” She asked.

Harry shook his head, sighing. “No. We just have to wait and see.”

Hermione nodded. “Well, I’ll bring you your work so that you don’t have to leave him. I don’t know if Ron will come around, but I’ll do what I can.”

Harry offered her a tremulous smile. “Thanks, ‘Mione.”

Hermione smiled at him and left.

Harry sighed again, burying his face in his hands. Why was Adrian so intent on ruining his life?

The door opened again and Harry stood, seething, as the object of his thoughts walked in.

Adrian smiled at him, coolly. “Cousin. How nice to see you. How is my child? Has my sub broken himself yet? I hope I won’t have to sire halfling children on some witch, but if I must...”

Harry pulled his wand out. “Fuck you. Get out of here, Adrian. Now.”

Adrian laughed. “You expect to hurt me with a spell? Raw magic, Cousin, remember? What could a spell possibly do to me that I couldn’t counter just as easily?”

Harry growled, and, without thinking, cast the only nonverbal spell he knew: Sectumsempra.

Adrian sighed and called up a wall of magic, bouncing the spell back at Harry.

Harry rolled out of the way, cursing, then gasped, realizing where it would end up hitting. He watched, unable to look away, as the spell hit the bed Draco was laying in and the blonde woke, screaming in pain.

Harry ran to the fire and Firecalled Snape, as Adrian fled.

Snape sneered at Harry. “What do you want, Potter?”

Harry choked out: “Sir, Draco, Sectumsempra, hospital wing-”

Snape’s face paled. “Get out of the way, idiot boy, let me through!”

Harry pulled his head out of the fireplace, running over to Draco and grabbing his hand. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know, I love you, Draco!” He said, frantically.

Draco gritted his teeth, growling. “I know.” He said though his teeth.

Snape strode up to them and pulled back the bloodied sheet, cursing. Draco’s chest was sliced open again, the opposite way this time, not to mention that he had obviously lost the baby.

Snape tried to close it, frowning after the third try. “It’s not working. The bleeding stopped, but it won’t close.”

Harry shook his head as a few tears escaped his eyes. “No! I can’t lose him! Isn’t there something else you can do?”

Snape frowned. “Draco, do you remember the potion I told you about?”

Draco nodded. “Do it.” He ground out.

Snape raised a brow. “Are you sure?”

Draco glared at him. “Yes, goddammit! Just fucking DO IT already!” He screamed.

Snape nodded. “I’ll be right back.” He left, returning a few seconds later with a vial of black liquid. “Open your mouth, and try not to taste it.” He said.

Draco opened his mouth, swallowing as Snape poured the potion in his mouth. “Ugh.” He said after finishing. “Gross.” Then he passed out.

Harry paled and turned to Snape. “What happened? Is he okay?”

Snape blinked a few times. “I don’t know, but it looks like a normal reaction. Strange. Other healing potions caused adverse reactions in Sinicae, so they never tried this one. It’s the strongest there is, but it also works slowly, and the subject has to be asleep. He should be healed in a few hours, if it worked.”

The door to the hospital wing flew open yet again. “Severus? What happened here?” She asked, pulling Draco’s bloodied clothes and blankets away from his body.

Harry and Snape turned to give him privacy.

“He was hit by Sectumsempra, which you will be explaining shortly, Potter, and I was forced to use a healing potion on him. He seems to be reacting typically to the draught of miracles.” Snape said.

Madam Pomfrey gasped. “Severus, you know that potion hasn’t been tested on Sinicae! You could have killed him!”

Snape and Harry turned as she tucked Draco into a clean bed. “I asked if he wanted to try it. He told me he was willing.”

Madame Pomfrey shook her head, muttering something about ‘human experimentation’ while casting diagnostic spells over Draco’s body. “Well, he’s lost the baby, and it did cause sterility. Poor child. But it looks like the chest wound is beginning to heal. In a few hours, he should wake up, and he’ll be able to leave in a few days, after I keep an eye on him here to make sure he’ll be okay. Harry, do you plan on staying with him?”

Harry frowned. “Of course! Why wouldn’t I?”

Madame Pomfrey smiled. “Remember, adoption is always a possibility.”

Harry nodded, staring at Draco’s pale face. “I can bear anything, so long as he’s okay.” He whispered.

Snape rounded on Harry. “WHAT happened?” He growled.

“Adrian came in, and I cast it at him, but he called up a wall of magic and bounced it back. I dodged it, but Draco’s bed was right behind me. I didn’t mean for him to be hurt.” He whispered, a tear trailing down his cheek. “I’d NEVER want him hurt again.”

Snape sighed. “I understand. He should be fine. Don’t act stupidly again, Potter, or I’ll use an unforgivable without remorse.” He said seriously.

Harry nodded, sitting next to Draco’s new bed and stroking the blond hair, staring at Draco sadly. “I’m so sorry, Draco. I love you so much. Please be alright. If you die, I don’t know what I’ll do.” He said, his voice catching.

Snape sighed, leaving to give Harry and his godson privacy.

*****

Draco gasped, waking suddenly and sitting upright, clutching his stomach in pain.

Harry started. “Draco? Are you okay?” He asked worriedly.

“Hurts. Don’t know what’s wrong. I just-AH!” He doubled over, his head hitting his knees as his whole body shook.

Harry bit his lip at the small whimpers that seemed to be all Draco was capable of making now.

Then the pain was gone, as suddenly as it had started. Draco sat up, gasping. “I think the potion didn’t agree with me completely after all. That was awful.” He said weakly.

Harry took his hand, smiling. “But you’re still alive! You’re okay!” He said happily, leaning in to kiss Draco, who accepted the kiss, bemused.

“I love you, too, Harry. Can we go back to our room now?” He asked petulantly. “I feel much better.”

*****

Harry smiled, running his hand through Draco’s hair as he stared at the ceiling. After two days of whining and begging, Draco had gotten his way, and they had agreed to stay in bed for the rest of the weekend, in order to leave the Hospital wing. Or, rather, Draco had, and Harry wasn’t about to leave him. So now, Draco was lying with his head on Harry’s chest, purring, while Harry stroked his hair.

“Harry?” Draco ventured.

“Hm?” Harry asked, his hand stilling.

“Do you think you could... Show me... What it’s SUPPOSED to be like?” He asked, blushing.

Harry tensed. “You’re not completely healed, Draco. You just lost a baby a few days ago, and you need to rest.”

Draco groaned, the purrs fading. “But I’ve been RESTING for DAYS!” He whined.

Harry bit his lip, thinking. “Just one more night? I don’t want to hurt you further.”

Draco sighed disgustedly. “Yes, MUM.” He snapped.

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Oedipus complex?” He teased.

Draco stared at him, aghast. “Oh, gross! Potter, you are SICK.”

Harry laughed. “You’re the one that asked me to sleep with you then called me mum.”

Draco threw a pillow at him, then reached for another. “Get OUT!” He yelled in mock anger. “Out of my bed! Go!”

Harry laughed, ducking pillows, and ran out of the room. He pulled on some clothes, yelling, “I’m going to talk to Hermione!”

Draco yelled: “Fine! Get lost! Bloody pervert!”

Harry chuckled and left the room.

*****

“And now, he wants to have sex, and I don’t want to hurt him, and I don’t know what to DO, in any case!”

Hermione smiled. “I have a book that might help you. It was actually a gag gift from the twins when they found out that Ron and I were going out.” She said, pulling it out of her bag. “I didn’t want anyone finding it and getting the wrong idea.”

Harry blinked. “A Wizard’s Guide to Gay Sex?” He read blankly.

Hermione laughed. “Yes, well, it’s Fred and George. I have no idea what they were thinking. At least it’s useful now, right?”

Harry blushed. “Yeah.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Go read it, then give him a night he’ll never forget.”

Harry nodded, heading toward the room.

Hermione smiled in relief. “Hook, line and sinker. Good. My money was well-spent.” She said to herself.

*****

Harry blushed, staring down at the book in his lap. It was bad enough that it was explicit in its descriptions, but did it have to be ILLUSTRATED?! The pictures were still, at least. If they had been moving, Harry would have closed the book in embarrassment after the first one.

“Harry!” Draco called from the bedroom. “I’m hungry!”

Harry sighed. “Dobby?” He called out.

Dobby appeared. “Harry Potter called for Dobby?” He asked eagerly.

“Yeah, could you get something for Draco to eat? You do know what he likes, right?” He asked.

Dobby beamed and nodded. “Dobby will get food for Master Draco.” He said, then disappeared.

Harry looked down at the book again, groaning as he saw the picture labeled: Rimming.

He closed the book and laid his head on it with a thump.

Dobby appeared in the bedroom, setting a plate of food on the end table next to the bed.

“Harry! Come in here! I’m LONELY!” Draco whined, picking up his fork as Dobby left again.

Harry shuffled into the room, blushing.

Draco eyed him suspiciously. “What were YOU doing?” He asked.

Harry shrugged. “Reading.”

Draco blinked. “Reading what? A dirty magazine?” He asked incredulously. “You look like I caught you with your hand down your pants.” Draco smiled thoughtfully. “Actually, I WOULD like to see that. Harry?” He asked sweetly.

Harry felt his face heat further. “No! I’m not going to masturbate so you can get off on watching me!”

Draco pouted. “Spoilsport.”

Harry sighed, smiling as Draco began to eat, staring at him. The blond was naked under the covers, he knew. Draco had been trying to entice him into sleeping with him for the past few hours while Harry read the book, picking up pointers.

“So.” Draco said abruptly, putting his fork down. “I’m done. I want sex NOW, and I’m damn well going to get it.” He said insistently.

Harry bit his lip.

Draco laid a hand gently on Harry’s thigh. “Please.” He said softly. “I don’t want to fear sex, and if he DOES beat you, I at least want it to have been good once.” He said, his eyes heart-wrenchingly honest. “I NEED this, Harry. I need YOU.”

Harry gulped, nodding. “Alright. But if you get uncomfortable at any time, I want you to stop me, or at least tell me to slow down, okay? Do you promise me you will?”

Draco nodded, solemn. “I swear I will, Harry. But you could never make me uncomfortable.” He told the teen.

Harry took a deep breath. “Okay. Um...” He flushed, fidgeting.

Draco cleared his throat, raising a brow. “You’re overdressed.” He said pointedly.

Harry looked at him, confused.

Draco sighed, throwing the blankets off to bare his nude body. “You’re overdressed.” He repeated, shifting to pull off Harry’s shirt.

Harry let him, then stood to take off his pants and boxers. “Lie back.” He said, climbing onto the bed.

Draco smiled widely, lying down. “Finally.” He sighed.

Harry couldn’t stop a smile at that. He kissed Draco, gently.

Draco began purring, as he tangled his hands in Harry’s hair. He bucked upwards, gasping when his cock brushed against Harry’s.

Harry felt the air leave his lungs in a rush as Draco’s cock slid against his. He whimpered at the sensation.

Draco chuckled through his purrs.

Harry blinked. “Wait. How can you purr and talk at the same time?” He asked suddenly.

Draco panted. “That’s how... Raw magic... Manifests in subs.” He explained, still purring. “It’s not vocal.”

Harry smiled. “Oh. That’s sexy.” He said, licking Draco’s neck. He felt the sudden urge to bite him, and pressed his fangs gently against the skin.

Draco began to shake his head. “Don’t bite down!” He breathed loudly.

Harry drew back. “Why not?”

Draco cupped his cheek, smiling sadly. “While I WANT you to claim me, you can’t until you beat Adrian. Or we’ll be separated until the battle and the bond will be dissolved. I’ve heard that’s one of the worst things you could ever experience.” He explained.

Harry nodded. “Okay, I won’t.” He promised, leaning down to take Draco’s nipple into his mouth.

Draco’s purrs got louder and the Slytherin cried out, back arching. “Yes!” He hissed, writhing under Harry.

Harry reached down to grasp Draco’s erection.

Draco gasped, his eyes closing as he bit his lip. “Oh, Gods.” He choked out, grabbing Harry’s shoulders, leaving marks in his wake.

Harry sucked in a breath, detaching himself from Draco’s grasp and sliding down his body.

Draco tensed as he felt something against his entrance, then moaned loudly, his purrs intensifying when he realized what it was. Harry’s TONGUE was down there.

Harry swiped his tongue over the puckered entrance, finding it erotic instead of gross, as he was worried it would be. He also realized that Draco was enjoying his actions, so he ran his tongue over it again, surprised to hear Draco let out a sob of pleasure. It was THAT good? He pressed his tongue against the entrance, gently pushing inside, then retreating to do it again. Draco was crying out with every shallow thrust, and Harry glanced up, noticing that the boy’s cock was leaking profusely. He pulled away from his task, summoning the lube he had gotten from Seamus, who had laughed and leered at him when he asked for it. He opened it and coated three fingers. He slipped the first in, surprised that it was so well-lubricated already. Surely his saliva hadn’t worked THAT well?

Draco moaned, his eyes sliding closed, when he felt a finger slip into him, the slight sting barely registering before it faded. He pushed back against it, panting.

Harry bit his lip, working a second finger into Draco’s tight body, carefully searching his face for any signs of pain. He smiled when the only response the second finger got was a cry of pleasure and a hissed: “Yes!”

Draco felt a third finger enter him and cried out as the fingers brushed against something inside him. “Gods, Harry, do that again!”

Harry laughed, brushing Draco’s prostate again. “You like that, do you?”

Draco nodded, his face damp with sweat, making tendrils of hair cling to his forehead. “Oh, yes, there, right there!” He cried out again, his back arching at an impossible angle.

Harry pulled the fingers out, not wanting Draco to come before he got to experience everything he had asked for. He lubed his cock, smiling at Draco’s moan.

Draco lifted his hips. Finally, Harry was going to be in him. Even if they could never have children, they’d at least have amazing sex. Draco made a silent vow that as soon as they left school he’d start looking for a little blond girl or boy with green eyes to adopt. Then, all thought fled as he felt Harry pushing into him. It hurt, he couldn’t deny it, but the pain was minimal compared to the pain he had felt at Adrian’s violation. He moaned, grabbing onto Harry’s shoulders again.

Harry moaned when he felt Draco’s fingernails dig into his flesh, then he felt the blond roll his hips, and nearly came just from the eroticism of the act coming from the calm, collected Slytherin. He pulled out and thrust in again, slowly, and felt Draco’s entrance clench around him as he had obviously just brushed against the blonde’s prostate again.

Draco moaned loudly, feeling Harry set up a slow and steady rhythm, arching to meet each careful thrust. He didn’t mind the pace, though it kept orgasm just out of reach. It was allowing them more time to savor their first time together. Draco gasped as Harry’s mouth descended onto his, claiming his mouth as suddenly as the teen had claimed his heart. He kissed Harry back, trying to convey his love without words that would haunt them both if Adrian beat Harry.

Harry broke the kiss, panting. “Draco, I can’t hold back any more.”

Draco nodded. “Make me come for you, Harry.” He agreed.

Harry’s thrusts sped up, and the teen reached down to grab hold of Draco’s erection, pumping it.

Draco thrust up to meet the hand, then down again to meet Harry’s thrusts. He suddenly froze, screaming as his orgasm claimed him.

Harry cried out as Draco convulsed around his length, bringing on his own orgasm. He came, not having the time to pull out, as he figured the immaculate Malfoy heir would have preferred.

Draco felt Harry collapse on him, and his purrs got louder as he wrapped his arms and legs around the teen, holding him in place.

“Draco,” Harry complained, “I’m still IN you!”

Draco snorted. “So? I like it, so you’re not leaving.” He stated.

Harry shrugged. “If you’re sure...”

Draco smirked. “Oh, I am.”

Harry sighed, laying his head down on Draco’s chest. He glanced up at the blonde’s face. He looked content, sated and utterly relaxed. And his purrs gave testimony at least to the content part. “Draco?” He asked.

Draco smiled, his eyes closed. “Hm?”

Harry bit his lip. “Uhm, so, you liked... What I did... With...”

Draco moaned at the reminder. “Gods, Harry, I almost CAME when I realized that your TONGUE was there! Not to mention how you knew to do THAT...” He trailed off, staring down at Harry’s face in confusion. “You were raised by Muggles.” He stated.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Your point?”

Draco blinked. “Then you couldn’t have known. But then... You did that because you WANTED to?” He asked, his eyes widening.

Harry flushed. “I was curious. Why else would someone do it?”

Draco bit his lip. “My father told me that if I ended up with someone who didn’t mind using his tongue, sex would be easier, because the saliva from a Dominant Sinicus being in that area causes a chemical reaction that enables a submissive Sinicus male to lubricate themselves a bit.” He explained. “And you didn’t even know, and you still did it.” He breathed, his limbs tightening around Harry. “Thank you.”

Harry smiled. “I’m just glad it was good for you.” He said.

Draco smiled. “I want to do it again.” He replied, glancing down at himself. “Tomorrow.” He added, blushing.

Harry nodded. “Any time you want, Draco.” He promised, falling asleep.

Draco stroked Harry’s hair, smiling sadly. If Adrian won, he’d kill himself. He’d have to. He couldn’t go through life without Harry.

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