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I Give You a Wondrous Mirror	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 17806 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter
Thirty-Four�Life-Debts and Marriage Vows

�� Harry
waited a long moment before he tried to get his hands beneath him and rise to
his feet. That was partially to give himself time to stop trembling, but also
to give Draco time to move away from him.

�� Draco
stayed right where he was. Harry let out a quiet breath, then leaned on his
lover�s shoulder as he stood. Draco supported him without comment, which let
Harry turn and face Hermione.

�� I need to
know something,� he said. He winced at the hoarseness of his own voice. Had he
been screaming? He couldn�t remember doing so�only the intense pain as the
tunnel had done its very best to rip him apart, and Harry had fought to stay
both whole and by Draco�s side. �You said that the couple you studied who had
ten mutual life-debts still had to yield to the marriage vows in the end. The
woman stayed with her husband.�

�� Yes.�
Hermione�s face was pale and cautious. Harry couldn�t blame her. She had just
seen what it might cost Harry to remain married to Ginny. It was a more graphic
demonstration than Harry had wanted to give her. The tunnels and the other
consequences of the life-debts had more often happened to him when he was alone
before, or at least when he was alone with Draco.

�� We have
ten life-debts now,� Harry said. He pressed Draco�s arm, to let him know that
he was including Draco as part of the discussion. �What happens if we
accumulate more than that? How many more do we have to have for the life-debts
to become stronger than the marriage vows? And what happens in a case like
that?�

�� I don�t
know,� Hermione breathed. She had raised one hand to her mouth now. Harry
wondered if she was trying to keep from vomiting or crying. �There�s no case
like that on record. Most wizards and witches who have anywhere near that many
have already given themselves to each other. The�the vows and the life-debts in
combination are rare.�

�� Harry shut
his eyes and nodded. He had suspected that he was swimming around in the waters
of the unknown again. Since the day Voldemort had marked him with that curse
scar, magic had never acted normally
around him.

�� But I know
one thing,� Hermione said.

�� Harry
opened his eyes to look at her. Her voice was stronger now, and he suspected
she was hoping that the gift of knowledge, the only one she could offer, would
be enough to soothe his pain and panic.

�� The
life-debts and the marriage vows alike are some of the most powerful magic
known to the world,� Hermione said. �They both must be true, if they ever reach equal strength. You must stay married to Ginny, but you also
have to be able to give yourself to Malfoy if you choose to fulfill the debts
that way.� She very carefully didn�t look at Draco. �That�s the way these laws
of magic work. They both must
happen.�

�� But they
can�t both happen,� Harry whispered.

�� I�m
telling you they have to.� Hermione
stood a little straighter, and looked him directly in the eye. �I�ll research
further, and learn what I can, and how these both being true might affect you.
But they�re true, Harry. They are.�
Her face softened then. �And I�ll keep looking for Andromeda and Teddy, and
researching the Masked Lady. I have the time and the resources to do that. Why
don�t you go home�I mean, back to the Manor? You look terrible.�

�� She walked
away then. Harry shut his eyes and let Draco�s arm around his shoulders guide
him away.

�� He knew
what he had to do. Really, it was obvious, wasn�t it? He had his children and
Draco to think about. And even though he had tried to put Ginny out of his mind
and his life, it didn�t seem as though he would be allowed to. And he really
should put these emotional problems behind him as soon as possible, so that he
could concentrate on finding Teddy and Andromeda and fighting the war. The war
wouldn�t wait for him to flop around and figure things out.

�� Harry only
hoped that Draco would be amenable to his solution.

*

�� Draco kept
a wary eye on Harry as they arrived back inside the Manor�s wards. Harry had fallen
far too silent towards the end, just after Granger had told them they should go
home. He was chewing his bottom lip, and his eyes had gone far away. He greeted
Narcissa and told her his part in the battle coherently enough; he went in to
reassure his children, who had awakened and begun crying when they found him
gone. But still there was that shadow, that reserve, that growing certainty in
his eyes that Draco thought would probably make him want to strangle the other
man. When had Harry ever done
something productive while he looked like that?

�� When Harry
turned to go back to bed, Draco caught his shoulder. Harry turned and looked at
him soberly.

�� Tutela
promptly swooped onto his shoulder, nibbling at his ear, but Harry didn�t react
to the owl. If the scar on his side was tingling, then he didn�t seem to feel
that, either. He stared into Draco�s face for a moment and then nodded. �I�m
tired, but I do think we should
talk,� he said, and let Draco guide him to his bedroom.

�� Once there,
Tutela took to her perch. Harry sat on the bed and motioned for Draco to sit on
the chair. Draco curled his lip, not liking the distance between them,
wondering if it had to do with whatever Harry was planning.

�� Hermione
said that both the life-debts and the marriage vows had to be true,� Harry began,
in a voice of controlled intensity. �That makes me wonder if there�s a way to
let them both become true and not harm us.�

�� Draco
narrowed his eyes. �Go on.�

�� I can�t
break the marriage vows with Ginny,� Harry said. �On the other hand, I have
absolutely no desire to go back to her. It�s just something that has to exist,
like the loss of a limb, and which I have to live with.

�� But the
life-debts.� He shifted a little. �They�re the unknown factor. They could tear
me apart. And they started becoming competition for the marriage vows only
recently��

�� You can�t
say that,� Draco murmured, raising his eyebrows. �They were showing us the
images in mirrors for years. And you had the dreams. You said they were like
memories. Why else would they have to be, except to provide decent competition
for the vows? We didn�t understand them, but there they were.�

�� Maybe,�
Harry said, but he didn�t look fully convinced. �There�s another way that we
can neutralize the life-debts than by giving ourselves to each other, though.
We can fulfill them. You can ask favors or promises of me to fulfill the�is it
two now? I think so�debts I owe you, and I can think of something I want that�s not simply you.� He shook his head, as if
to say that he would labor to come up with requests he could make of Draco, but
he knew it would be hard.

�� I see.�
Draco hardened his voice. He didn�t quite believe what he said next, but he
didn�t understand Harry, either, and he thought it was better to force the
issue than to leave it lingering in uncertainty. �So you want to leave me.�

�� Harry
lunged across the distance between them, putting his hand on Draco�s cheek.
Almost immediately he grimaced and drew back again, and Draco could feel the
resulting itch of his own marriage vows, which said that he couldn�t bring a
lover who wasn�t his wife under the Manor�s roof. But the violent, uncontrolled
movement had helped reassure Draco, as did Harry�s next words.

�� Never,�
Harry said, his voice cool and deep, his eyes fixed on Draco�s with a brightness
that belied the weariness Draco knew he felt. �I chose you, and I�ll never go
back on that. What you said about considering my children�s feelings but not
letting them dictate the course of my life made sense to me. I would become a lesser father to them if I were like
that. And I want to be your lover, even if we can only do it in dreams.�

�� Draco
relaxed and looped his arms behind his neck. �Then I don�t understand what
you�re saying. Exactly.�

�� We�ll
still be each other�s,� Harry said. �We just can�t give ourselves to each other the way that you were saying has been
done to fulfill life-debts in the past. That�s all. That�s the only thing that
would change.�

�� You don�t
want to?�

�� I want to.
But not when it might kill me.� Harry spread his hands. �Do you know what I
felt when the marriage vows and the life-debts were tugging on me at the same
time, Draco? As if I was literally splitting apart. I could feel it in my
bones. They were coming out of the sockets.� He grimaced. �I felt that once
when I faced curses from one of the pure-blood supremacist groups the Blood
Reparations Department disbanded. It�s�not pleasant. But that convinced me this
is real. I won�t die if I can help it. I have more to live for than ever now.�

�� And I can
think of nothing that I want so much as you,� Draco said softly. �Everything
else you could do for me pales to nothing before that.�

�� I know,�
said Harry. �I�m willing to
neutralize the life-debts that way. I just don�t think it can happen.�

�� Draco shut
his eyes and tried to think rationally, past thoughts of possessiveness that
insisted he had to pounce on Harry and prove his claim, now, any way he could.
Granger�s words returned to him. Both the life-debts and the marriage vows had
to come true, had to exist, and apparently in the ways that they were stated to
exist in the literature.

�� You won�t
die,� he said, his eyes flying open. �The magic needs you alive to fulfill both
your obligations��

�� Don�t
class yourself with Ginny.�

�� Smiling,
Draco reached out, caught Harry�s palm, and kissed it, a gentle gesture with
almost no desire behind it. �But that means it can�t kill you,� he reasoned.
�It can hurt you, but it can�t kill you.�

�� Then it
might do something worse,� Harry said flatly. �We don�t know, Draco, because this has never happened before. And I�d rather
not take the chance that I could be separated from you and the children and my
friends and Teddy and everyone else I love.�

�� He
shuddered a little, as though the mention of his godson�s name had reminded him
what it was possible Teddy Lupin faced. Draco felt a trickle of remorse. They
really had sat up too late talking,
and on a night when Harry had suffered a devastating loss and Draco had
suffered�a loss he still wasn�t sure had affected him.

�� Come to bed,�
he whispered.

�� Harry
raised an eyebrow and gestured at the bed beneath him.

�� Draco
squashed his irritation at his lover�s literalness, and said, �Go to sleep.
I�ll join you there.�

�� Harry
blinked a little. Since their initial meeting in dreams, they hadn�t tried to
make love, and the dreams had responded by filling their minds with more
images. �Do you think the debts will let us?� he asked.

�� The magic
wants us to give ourselves to each other.� Draco slid his hand down Harry�s
arm, suddenly starving for the sensations of making love to him. �It�ll help.�

�� Though
Harry didn�t look convinced, he let Draco cast a sleeping charm on him and then
arrange his head on the pillow. Draco ran a finger around his chin, then lay
down a safe distance away, so his aroused body wouldn�t touch Harry�s here in
the real world and activate the marriage vows into pulling them back before it
was time.

�� Then he
cast a sleeping charm on himself, concentrated intensely on Harry�s feel and
scent and taste, and closed his eyes.

*

�� Harry
opened his eyes in the same featureless room he and Draco had visited before,
and spent some moments staring around before he felt his lover�s presence
behind him. He turned and reached out eagerly for Draco again. The mere sliding
of palms over shoulders, though they had not imagined away the cloth separating
them, made him sigh gustily in relief and drop his head so he could kiss
Draco�s collarbone.

�� There was
no way that he could give this up, and not simply because of the pleasure he�d
experienced when he and Draco came together the last time. He had never had a
sense that he was so completely giving and taking at once. He was responsible
for someone else�s happiness, but at the same time that other person cared for
his own.

�� If it had
ever been like this with Ginny, the time was long past.

�� Draco
tilted his face back up and kissed him until Harry�s head was swimming and his
vision blurred and his hips twitched impatiently. Then he drew away and
whispered into Harry�s ear, �Will you let me make love to you this time?�

�� Harry
gulped back a moan of eagerness�that would just have embarrassed him�and
nodded. He knew the suggestion should probably alarm him more than it did, but.
Well. He knew the feeling of Draco�s body sliding against and around and above
him, and the feeling of Draco�s cock inside him, from the numerous dreams he�d
had over the past ten years. Some of that was probably imagination instead of
reality, but now was his chance to find how much might be real.

�� Good,�
Draco said, and lowered him to the ground. Where Harry had simply asked the
floor to turn soft so they could have something to lie on, though, Draco
conjured a whole four-poster bed, complete with green curtains and silver
pillows in the shape of snakes. Harry laughed, and then let that embarrassing
moan out after all as Draco began to unbutton his robes, kissing each patch of
skin as it was revealed.

�� You
thought something was funny?� Draco perched himself above Harry when his robe
was open enough to reveal his torso, a faint half-smile on his face.

�� Harry
looked up at him, caught between shaking his head and sticking his tongue out.
A clump of Draco�s hair stuck out to the side, mussed and smashed thanks to
contact with the bed and Harry. There was tenderness in his eyes that someone
like Hermione would never believe Draco
Malfoy could exhibit.

�� Painful
happiness roared through Harry. No, he could not give this up.

�� Only how
long you�re taking before you make love to me,� he whispered.

�� Draco
uttered a satisfied noise and lowered his head again. This time he parted the
robes to Harry�s waist and then licked his navel. Harry arched up. It seemed
ridiculous that he couldn�t have been aware of how hard he was before now, but
he really hadn�t been. Now that things had changed, he wanted Draco to go
further down, to banish his clothes and suck his cock, or at least nuzzle his
erection through the cloth and breathe warmly upon it.

�� Problems,
lover?�

�� And Draco
was grinning up at him, his cheek against Harry�s groin, the clump of hair now
stretching away above it. Harry had to swallow twice before he could call up
enough moisture into his dry mouth to speak.

�� Move, damn you.�

�� Me?�
Draco�s eyes widened innocently.

�� You can
feel exactly what you�re doing to me,� Harry said roughly. �I want�� And he
shivered as the sense memory of one of the dreams came to life, bubbling over
and covering him like hot water. �I want you to be as rough as you can without
hurting me. I want to feel what it�s
like.�

*

�� Draco rose
when Harry had finished speaking and tore apart the cloth that still concealed
his erection and legs. His heart was beating fast, erratically. He was glad for
that, because if he had the voice to, he thought he�d be making low, whuffling
sounds of excitement. Marian had thought they were amusing the first time she�d
heard them. Merlin knew what Harry would think.

�� Draco had to have him.

�� Harry
opened his legs to help, and then concentrated on Draco, so that his own
clothing vanished. Draco didn�t mind this, since his hands would have shaken
quite badly if he were required to strip now. He did bend down and kiss Harry
thoroughly, though, since they hadn�t done that long enough and he wanted his
partner as dazed and incoherent with desire as he felt right now.

�� When he
pulled back, Harry�s eyes were crazed. He arched his back as if bringing his
cock closer to Draco would solve the problem. Draco lifted a finger and slowly
dragged it down the length of Harry�s erection, and then further down, so that
he could fondle the skin behind Harry�s balls.

�� Harry
whined, and rolled over on his stomach, offering his bare arse to Draco.

�� Draco
tilted his head. He could feel his excitement building, but he wanted to be
sure that Harry wouldn�t actually regret this once Draco got inside him and
started moving. �You don�t want to do this face-to-face?�

�� Did it
that way last time,� Harry cried�or it might have been a cry, if there were any
voice behind the words. He dropped his head into his arms and lifted his hips;
a pillow appeared beneath them immediately, courtesy of the magic of the
dream-world. �I want it this way. I
want to see what it�s like.�

�� It�s
rather different when you�re the one on the bottom,� Draco muttered, but he
accepted the arrangements. If this was what Harry wanted, Draco was more than
happy to give it to him.

�� Hell, he
was more than happy to give Harry anything
he wanted.

�� That
emotion would have alarmed him, except that he knew Harry would give Draco
anything he wanted in return. When they were both this interested and this
invested in each other, the emotions surged back and forth, the willingness to
help feeding on itself, forming an endless circle that Draco didn�t think would
become less important or loving as the years went on.

�� There were
difficulties, to be sure�difficulties that had the names Ginny Weasley and
marriage vows�but for this moment, they didn�t exist.

�� Draco
imagined the kind of lubrication he wanted, a soft, sweet-smelling oil that
would make the experience better for Harry and which he�d used with his own
first male lover, and then gripped Harry�s arse-cheeks and began to part them.

*

�� Harry was
gasping and shivering, but inside, he was calm.

�� Well. Mostly calm, anyway.

�� Draco had
done this before. He didn�t want to hurt Harry. He wanted to do what he could
to help, and he was doing it now, easing one finger inside Harry and then
stroking his back, as if he were soothing a frightened horse. Harry did his
best to relax around the finger.

�� He hadn�t
thought it would feel so large.

�� On the
other hand, he�d done this to Draco, and Draco had been fine afterwards, hadn�t
he? Of course he wouldn�t carry any pain into the physical world, since this
was a dream, but he surely would have whinged if he�d felt it. And Harry was confident
that his tolerance for pain was greater than Draco�s.

�� Thinking of
the expression his lover probably wore instead of the finger, Harry persuaded
his muscles to relax one by one. The finger slid deeper, and Draco grumbled and
twisted it. Looking for the prostate, Harry thought, which his dreams had
certainly told him about even if he had never�

�� And then, there it was.

�� The dreams
could inform Harry about it all they liked, but it was nothing compared to
feeling it touched, the sensation like fireworks going off in his abdomen.
Harry cried out, his fingers scrabbling into the sheets and his hips moving in
some humping movement that he hoped Draco would forget later, instead of
teasing him into red-faced humiliation about.

�� Draco�s
hair brushed against his ear as he bent down and whispered, �Sensitive there,
Potter?� His breath did some brushing of its own, along Harry�s neck and
earlobes, and his shivers increased.

�� Lack of
confidence getting to you, Malfoy?� he snapped back. �Or maybe it�s just that
you�ve never had a fuck like me before.�

�� Draco
laughed and kissed his shoulder blade. �That�s true, at least,� he said.

�� Harry
glared into the circle of his arms, thinking it wasn�t fair that Draco could
steal the whole force behind his retort with a few simple words.

�� And then
two fingers were inside him, and he realized he had slightly more to worry
about than whether Draco got the upper hand in their contest of words or not.
Harry took to deep, quiet breathing, and wished that Draco would touch his
prostate again soon.

�� Draco
either could read minds, or simply remembered, from the dreams and his own
experiences, what someone in this position would like. He curved and hooked his
fingers again, and Harry dropped straight back into a sea of excitement so
volatile that he felt as if he would shatter before Draco entered him.

*

�� Harry,
demanding bloke that he was, had started insisting that Draco slide into him
long before either of them was ready, but finally Draco�s fingers and the
pleading note in Harry�s voice did their work. Draco carefully slicked himself
up, and then laid the lubrication to the side, where it spilled in a glittering
circle of liquid on the blankets because he�d been too excited to cap it. He
made a note to himself to banish the bed before Harry could see and comment on
it. He already had too much to tease Draco about.

�� Then he
slid in, carefully.

�� He�d done
this enough times, God knew, and he�d done it to Harry in dreams more often
than he could conveniently remember right now. There was no reason for the
sensation to wrack him from the feet up and bring tears to his eyes.

�� He bent
down and kissed the curve of Harry�s spine, to give himself time to focus and
restrain the desperation that would have driven him to thrust straight ahead
with no concern for Harry�s comfort whatsoever. His hands roamed up over
Harry�s shoulders and down his sides, slipping in sweat, wringing whimpers from
his own throat. And then he drew back, carefully aimed, and thrust ahead.

�� Harry cried
out, a ringing shout that restored Draco�s grin. Score one for a Malfoy�s skill and dexterity.

�� Somehow he
lost the moment between his smugness and when he next became aware of his
movements, his body strong and surging like a runaway horse�s, his thrusts
rough and uncontrolled. And Harry made encouraging sounds under him, now and
then flexing his spine and lifting his head as if he thought he could look back
and somehow control Draco�s movements.

�� Of course,
from the dreams, Draco did know that
Harry liked it rough when he was in the mood for it. They just hadn�t had much
time to test whether what the dreams said was the truth.

�� Shall we?

�� Draco
braced his hands on the bed and shoved hard enough that he winced a moment
later. But Harry groaned in satisfaction, and then muttered, �If you�hadn�t
done it�would have�picked myself up and�fucked myself on you in a�minute.�

�� Draco
growled and hurled himself forwards, pushing as hard as he could, pulling back
for the minimum amount of time necessary, intent on either getting more words
like that out of Harry or rendering him breathless enough that he couldn�t make
noises so complicated.

*

�� Harry now
knew something he had suspected was true for ten years, but which he had been
able to ignore as long as it seemed the dreams were in no danger of coming
true.

�� He loved being fucked.

�� He loved
fucking, too, but that was one set of sensations and this was another. This
made him squirm in raw need and enjoyable helplessness, not needing to hold
himself back and care about his partner�s pleasure before his own. Draco was
certainly getting quite a bit of it, if the frenetic kisses and random
scratches that covered Harry�s spine were any indication.

�� Harry was
free to be a little selfish.

�� He reached
down and pulled on his own cock, timing his strokes to the strokes Draco made
in his arse. He imagined for a moment what they probably looked like from the
outside, or what Draco would have seen when Harry was trying to ride his
fingers and demanding he move faster than he was ready for�

�� The orgasm stung him when it came, the explosion of
pleasure like a bite. Harry�s fingers spasmed open, unable to keep their grip,
even though he normally would have liked to hold on and wank as he came, to
make it last longer. But he couldn�t.
His body was motionless around the sheer bliss of the feeling, and then he
collapsed and was unable to move, a muffling layer of soft exhaustion
protecting him even from the continued thrusts behind him.

�� Draco came
just a few moments after Harry had collapsed, and collapsed across his back.
Harry wondered if he should ask him to move off before they fell asleep.

�� And then
Draco turned his head, letting his cheek scrape along Harry�s back, teasing him
with the hint of stubble that clung there.

�� Harry shut
his eyes. No. They could stay here. They deserved every bit of enjoyment they
could get.

�� It wasn�t
perfect yet. It still wasn�t real, for one thing. But it was theirs, it was
shared and entirely mutual enjoyment with the man Harry hadn�t thought he�d
ever call partner, and it had lit, once again, the flame of his determination
that nothing could stop this.

�� No matter
what obstacles they had to go through on the road to getting rid of the
marriage vows and outwitting the life-debt magic, they were worth it, for this:
the warmth and the closeness, the heavy laxity of Harry�s muscles and the soft
whistle of Draco�s breath.

*

�� Mephistedes:
It depends on what you mean by �worse.�

�� Mangacat: I
doubt fresh bodies would have had time enough to look as rotted as most of the
Inferi. Thus, Teddy and Andromeda were unlikely to be there.

�� Natwestgirl:
Not quite. It is life-debts, but the solution is not one that anybody�s detailed
to me so far.

�� Lilith: You
will just have to wait and see!

�� Listener:
How do you think I plan to break the vows!

�� AlcyoneBlack:
You are free to make guesses. ;)

�� Thrnbroke:
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