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Only You Can Set Me Free	By : wizgrl14 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 46730 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AN: A little bit of lemony goodness in this chapter, please enjoy.

Chapter 35

Stumbling Upon a Secret and a Visitor

Everyone sat on the rubbish strewn ground; there were large piles of debris and knick knacks in front of each of them. The two house elves were pitching in as well, Kreacher a bit grudgingly, taking up as much from the steadily growing discard pile and doing away with it as only house elves knew how. The room was filled with charms and spells to keep any unwanted visitors from discovering any secrets it may have held. Luckily, however, Sirius knew many disabling or counter charms. They had gotten their hopes up many times throughout their massive scavenger hunt, only to find that the spells were hiding nothing but inconspicuous items that were only special to their previous owner.

“This guy was living in a pig sty,” Draco remarked as he tossed what appeared to be a dead bat into the discard pile, a frown stemming from his revulsion etched on his face.

Sirius grunted his approval, having already had two surprises when reaching into drawers and jerking his snot covered arm back in both cases.

“My brother was a bit eccentric at times; he had his… hobbies I suppose you could call them. That was the only knick in his otherwise flawless reputation, as far as my parents were concerned. Watch it there, Luna,” he lunged over his pile of refuse, pulling the girl away from a sinister looking wardrobe. The girl narrowly avoided a small blast and a plume of dirty gray smoke.

“Thank you, Sir. That would have been an unpleasant experience,” the blonde teen responded, tossing her hair over her shoulder and sweeping off toward another area in the large room to continue her search. Cedric stared after her for a moment, and then returned to his job of searching the walls, a light blush staining his cheeks.

Harry, who had been immersed in his own exploration of the underside of a dirty bed, sidled up beside an equally busy Cedric.

“So… Cedric… We haven’t spoken in a while, how are things?” the dark haired teen smirked slightly, bumping shoulders with the older boy.

Cedric stopped his examination of a portrait containing a dark haired youth, turning to the emerald eyed teen in confusion. Sirius looked at the pair in amusement, knowing that his godson had been itching to approach the other teen for a while now.

“Er… I’m fine, Harry. I’ve rather adjusted to the way things work in the pack now, so it is easier to be around everyone,”

Harry grinned wider, nudging the taller boy incessantly. Cedric raised a brow at the other teen, thoroughly bemused his odd behavior.

“Around everyone… Or is it around Luna?” Harry whispered, causing the other teen’s eyes to widen. The taller teen turned quickly to see if the aforementioned girl had heard their conversation, but she seemed rather busy at the moment. Cedric sighed in relief.

“Am I that obvious?”

Harry held back his gleeful laugh, bouncing slightly as he grabbed the other teens’ shoulders.

“Only to everyone but Luna,” Harry responded conspiratorially. He looked over at his mate and saw the blond eyeing him suspiciously, and then a quick smirk fell upon his lips. He was coming to know Harry all too well.

“You know Harry, you are just like a gossiping school girl,” Cedric said, shaking his head in defeat.

“A gossiper would spread it around… Perhaps I should tell Luna,” Harry replied innocently, turning from the gasping teen and heading over to the blonde girl.

“Harry!” Cedric bit out, making a grab for the retreating youth. Harry pranced out of his grip, advancing on the unsuspecting Ravenclaw.

“Oh Lun- AAAHH.” The girl turned just in time to see Harry stumbling toward her, arms flailing wildly. He collided with the wardrobe the girl had just moved away from before he could hit her.

“Oh Harry, are you alright?” Luna inquired, bending to help the fallen teen up from the heap he had ultimately landed in. Cedric and Draco came upon the fallen boy, both smirking at his lack of coordination and retribution for his meddling.

‘Serves him right,’ the pair thought simultaneously.

“Must have tripped over something,” Harry responded, cringing as he rubbed his sore backside as Luna pulled him up. Sirius, who had come upon the scene after the rest, looked to the spot where the Gryffindor had tripped and noticed something peculiar.

“Look at that, there seems to be a loose floorboard.”

That got Harry moving, he limped to the secret compartment, all joking cast aside as he kneeled before the out of place plank of wood.

“You know, I should have thought of a secret floor compartment, I had one myself when I lived with the Dursleys.” With that, Harry dug his nails into the slight opening in the floor, lifting the floorboard and tossing it aside. He reached in slowly, cautious of any spell that might be in place. He came across no resistance, and quickly pulled a small notepad from the hole.

“Recognize this?” Harry asked his godfather, holding the rumpled pad up for the man to see.

“Never seen it before, what does it say?”

The others were already kneeling beside the emerald eyed teen, staring at the pad in his hand with unrestrained interest. Harry was turning through the pages already, scanning them diligently.

“It doesn’t say too much, there are some pictures, though. What do you make of this? It looks a bit odd,” he held up the pad again, showing everyone the crude drawings.

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>>>>>>>:>~           Sss

O-D                              On finger (Slytherin?)

__/O__                      Wear on Head (Ravens)

D---C                            Drink from me ( Badger)

< =====O                    Around your neck (?)

Plus more?

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They stared at the paper in wonder, confused by the random drawings and references. Luna broke the silence, pointing to the first figure with a chuckle.

“That looks a bit like a snake, doesn’t it? See, it is hissing.”

The others looked closer, nodding in agreement.

“Yes, it does look like a snake, good eye Luna. Do you think this has anything to do with the horcruxes?” Harry looked to the next drawing, turning it to and fro.

“It might, we know that Voldemort has a snake, right?” Cedric whispered, remembering the horrid beast quite vividly as one of his many tormentors.

“Right… and look at the second one. It looks like a ring, and says ‘on finger’ next to it. Dumbledore destroyed a ring said to be a horcrux, right?” Sirius remarked, looking over his godson’s shoulder. Harry was nodding quickly, determination and understanding blossoming on his handsome face.

“Yes, of course! And the last one has to be the locket, we got rid of that. The snake! I should have known… he never lets her out of his sight for more than a few minutes at a time. Oh oh, and see this? I told you he may have put parts of his soul in things related to Hogwarts. He might have put them in…” Harry paused, confused as to what the last items may be.

“The original creators of the houses had special items… Hufflepuff had a goblet and Ravenclaw a diadem, or tiara. That is what legend tells, anyway,” Sirius cut in, wanting to be of any help he could be to the teens.

“Those have to be them! I remember Dumbledore showing me a memory of Voldemort swindling an old woman out of a goblet, which must be it. All we have to do now is find out which we can get ahold of, and where he may have kept them.”

“The snake may have to be saved for last, that bastard is not going to let us get close to it, whether he knows about you destroying the horcruxes or not,” Draco remarked, his fists clenched on his lap. The sooner this was all over with, the sooner he could set his priorities on his unborn babies. He felt he had been neglecting them, and worried over their health. Helios told the blond that the twins were safe and well just this morning, but he was still unsure.

Harry noticed his mate’s unease, and placed a comforting hand on the teen’s abdomen. Draco started, relaxing when he felt his lover tenderly caress his stomach.

“We’ll get him, love, don’t worry. I won’t let harm come to you or the pups.”

Cedric and Luna nodded in agreement, Sirius feeling the same conviction as the others. He may not be a member of their pack, but he was still Harry’s only remaining family, and he would be damned if he let the teens tackle this alone.

“We’ll come up with a plan to get these things, hopefully we can settle this before the babies are born,’ the older man said, wishing he could leave this second prison and help them in person. “Look, we should discuss this more tomorrow, you guys look beat. We have been in this rat trap for hours, let’s get cleaned up and have some dinner. We haven’t had the chance to catch up yet, Harry.”

Harry readily agreed, his mate was looking a bit worse for wear, and the others looked just as exhausted. They were gathering information, finally, so they could afford a bit of luxury.

“Alright, off to the showers with you then, no offense, but you all stink like you wouldn’t believe.” The teens looked at each other in amusement, their scents were rather offensive.

Draco glowered slightly, looking down at his filthy clothes. He had been given the best clothes money could buy when he was a pampered Malfoy, now he was waist deep in garbage; things certainly had changed in the past few months. It was funny, though, that the blond boy preferred this lifestyle to the many years of being stifled mentally and emotionally.

So everyone filed out of the now cleaner room, making their way to their respective bathrooms. There were three in the house, so the group split up. Harry and Draco would share, while the other two had their own showers to themselves.

‘It would be a lot easier if we showered together,’ Harry thought, his canine instincts insisting that social grooming was a great way of strengthening their bond. He didn’t think that his mate would be going for that any time soon, however, and didn’t broach the subject.

The two entered their bathroom. Draco was intent on scrubbing the filth that had caked onto his skin. They hadn’t had proper baths since they left Hogwarts, and he was dying to feel the hot water sooth his aching body once again. Harry, on the other hand, was more concerned about taking care of his tired mate. He stopped the blond from removing his clothes, carefully taking them off of the other teen for him.

“I may be pregnant, but you guys are treating me like an invalid,” Draco complained as Harry peeled the remaining article of clothing off of the blond.

“I know, love, but you are tired, and I want to take care of you. Please get in and let me.”

Draco stepped into the shower hesitantly, turning the tap and letting the hot water wash over him. He sighed in bliss before Harry stepped in after him, closing a sliding glass door behind him. He took up a liquid soap from a shelf beside him and squirted a generous amount onto the palm of his hand. Softly, he began to message the blond teen’s shoulders, rubbing the lavender scented suds down his mate’s back.

The gray eyed teen closed his eyes, taking in the relaxing sensation of the darker teen’s ministrations. This was heaven, and he was not about to ruin it by trying to be snarky or unaccommodating. Suddenly there was a different kind of warmth against his neck, and he lazily opened his eyes at the pleasurable feeling.

Harry just couldn’t help it; he wanted to taste his mate again. It had been too long since he was able to be this close to the other like this. He continued licking at the blonde’s neck, tracing the fang marks he had left with his warm tongue. No matter what, his mate tasted divine.

“Mmm, Harry?”

“Yeah?” Harry mumbled in response, his hands rubbing sudsy circles on the former Slytherin’s taut behind.

“Can you do this? I mean, I am not still in heat, right?”

Harry chuckled, nuzzling against the teen before him.

“No, you are not still in heat. I am still human, you know, and I can have sex with you at times other than your heat cycle.”

The blond nodded in response, turning to face the dark haired teen. He looked down to see that his mate was already hard and ready. He himself had hoped that the Gryffindor would initiate this sort of sexual encounter.

“Well then, Potter, what are you waiting for?”

Harry took the bait, grabbing the teen around his slim waist and pulling him against his own heated body. He ran his hand down the blonde’s right side, stopping at his upper leg. With a soft growl he quickly lifted his mate’s leg, wrapping it around his waist and holding him steady.

“What do you want, love,” Harry whispered, having leaned closer to the teen before him.

Draco bit his lip, all embarrassment or uncertainty cast aside. Hell, he was having children with the teen before him; it would be ridiculous to play the shy virginal mate.

“I want you inside of me, now.”

Harry was only too happy to oblige. Turning the blond to pin him against the wall, the lighting scar bearer began assaulting his lover’s mouth, kissing and sucking at the full pouty lips. His left arm held his moaning mate around the back and pulling him against his body while he lowered his right to bring his hand between them. Pointer finger and middle finger at the blonde’s tight entrance, he broke their heated kiss.

“Dra… Draco, I’m going in…”

Draco nodded, almost mewing in want as he rubbed against the other teen. Harry plunged the soaking digits into the tight opening, scissoring and twisting as his lover cried out in desire and need.

“Ha… Har… Harry, I need you,” the blond cried, his moans becoming erratic and desperate. Harry’s length throbbed at the entrance of the blonde’s slick entrance at hearing the pleading tone of the fairer teen.

Without further thought, Harry removed his fingers and quickly inserted his rock hard member into his partner. He began to sway slowly, reaching down to pull the blonde’s other leg up to wrap it around his waist as well.

Draco stifled a sharp cry, locking his ankles together around the other boy. Pinned though he was, he began bouncing slightly against the other, reveling in the growls and whimpers the darker boy was emitting.

“You feel so tight, so good,” Harry growled against the blonde’s ear, plunging deeper and thrusting faster into his panting mate.

Those words sent the submissive member of the two over the edge, and with a long, sensual moan, he came, splashing Harry’s chest with his fluids.

Harry pumped into the other teen three more times in quick succession before he too released his fluids, coating the blonde’s tight canal with his seed.

“We won’t… we won’t be stuck again, will we?” Draco panted out, clinging to the young man before him.

Harry smirked, slowly easing his diminishing member from the other teen.

“Not this time, love,” he replied as he placed the blond back on his feet. “I suppose we should get back to showering?”

Draco snickered, looking at the mess he made on his lover’s chest.

“Yes, I suppose we could get around to that… sooner or later…”

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“Well, you four certainly look refreshed,” Sirius remarked as he ascended the staircase. He did a double take when his eyes fell upon a smirking Harry. With a knowing grin, the older man extended an arm which was pointing downstairs.

“We have a wonderful dinner lined up, let’s…”

There was a sudden commotion downstairs, and the group jumped at the sound of screams once again coming from the portrait of Sirius’ mother.

“What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know… Were you expecting someone, Sirius?”

“No one was supposed to know I am alive, let alone here at the house. Even if they did, they would not know how to get in,” Sirius yelled in response, trying to speak over his obnoxious mother.

They all quickly got to their feet, hurriedly rushing to confront whoever was incessantly ringing the doorbell. Sirius paused along the way to roughly pull the drapes over the Black matriarch.

Before the group could even get into the hallway, the door was roughly pushed open. Harry jumped in front of the rest of his pack, growling as the figure began to cross the threshold.

“What kind of welcome is that?” the man asked quietly, walking up to the stunned group.
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