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The Serenity of His Rage	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 16981 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter Thirty-Five—A Choice
“Ahhh, Harry….”
Harry kept a smile from forming on his lips as he carefully sucked Draco, wondering if Draco would ever know how intense and interested and vulnerable he sounded. Then he decided it probably wasn’t a good idea to tell him that. He sucked, instead, and worked his jaw carefully open so that he was taking in more and more of Draco’s cock.
But no teeth. It had only taken one scrape to break the mood earlier, and he knew he couldn’t do it again.
He moved his head from side to side as he hollowed his cheeks. He found that he enjoyed the faint salty taste and the weight in his mouth more than he’d thought he would.
And Draco’s fingers clutched in his hair, pulling backwards and then yanking harder, only pleased him. He knew it meant that he was doing a good job.
I love making him feel good.
Keeping that in mind, Harry sucked again, and reached down to stroke himself. He had to stop when he started to focus on more on his own hand than his mouth and almost let his teeth out. But there were still other things he could do. He reached up and back, sliding his fingers in a tickling caress over Draco’s balls.
Draco shouted and bucked. Harry gagged a little, moved back, still kept his teeth from popping out, and then leaned in and sucked hard again.
Draco’s hands were in his hair so firmly this time that he couldn’t move backwards when Draco came. But that hardly mattered, when Draco was sighing and shouting and saying something incoherent that had his name somewhere in it. Harry kept his throat relaxed as long as he could stand it, and then swallowed hard a few times.
It didn’t taste as good going down. But that hardly mattered, either, Harry thought, as he wiped his mouth with one hand and stared at Draco. Draco had fallen so that he was sprawled on the bed in the Room of Requirement. His chest heaved up and down, but barely. His eyes were crossed when Harry moved to the side to look at him.
Harry sat down next to him and reached for his own cock. He wanted to come, too, and it was clear that Draco wasn’t going to be any help.
But then he cried out because Draco was grabbing him and rolling him over, so that his hand was pinned between his cock and the blankets. Draco kissed the back of Harry’s neck with a tender viciousness and shoved his arm roughly so that Harry’s hand was free again.
“I want you to come because of me,” Draco said. Harry tried to protest that it would have been because of him, that he was hard because of Draco in the first place, but from the way Draco was rocking steadily on his back, he wasn’t about to listen to Harry anyway.
Each rock pushed Harry’s hips deeper into the blanket, and then Draco shifted a little to the side, forcing Harry to shift with him. And it felt as though someone was pressing on his cock from above and clutching it at the same time, and Harry gasped, and bucked in turn, almost hard enough to throw Draco off.
“I think that feels good,” Draco said into his ear, and then laughed and rocked on top of him some more, hard enough to make Harry gasp, and dig his fingers into the blankets, and cock back his hips, and come.
When he was as worn-out and sleepy as Draco had looked a few minutes ago, Draco drew Harry with him into the pillows, rubbing his fingers through Harry’s hair still and murmuring. Harry tried to stay up to talk with him. He wanted to know what they were going to do with the cup Horcrux. Snape and Draco had probably talked about that while Harry was still trying to recover from the ritual.
But he couldn’t keep his mouth open any more than he could his eyes, and when Draco reached out and traced around the curve of his ear and whispered, “Go to sleep,” directly into it, Harry did, the bond humming happily in the back of his head.
*
Draco wasn’t as tired as he’d thought he would be. He lay there with his arm around Harry for long moments, breathing softly and even keeping his eyes closed, but finally he gave it up and sat up to watch Harry.
He looked—impossible. Still there, still alive, still Draco’s, still beautiful. And still bonded. The soul-bond was right there when Draco reached to pluck it, although now it was only giving him the faint shadows of the emotions in Harry’s dreams.
Draco swallowed. He was honest enough with himself to know that no one had ever meant this much to him. He loved Father, of course, and he would grieve Mother’s death for the rest of his life. But Harry mattered in a way that his own soul mattered to Draco.
And he couldn’t let him die.
Draco closed his eyes. Professor Snape had come to see him during one of his shifts waiting for Harry to wake up, when Dumbledore hadn’t been in the hospital wing. He had told Draco, quietly, that he’d been researching ways to get a Horcrux out of a living being. Not the actual practice, since it had never happened before, but theories about what might happen if they could manage it, with similar cases where living beings had carried powerful magic inside themselves. Like an old pure-blood tradition of turning Squibs into literal carriers of heirlooms, simultaneously hiding them and giving the Squibs a valued place in the family.
It didn’t look good, had been the basic explanation. They would have to kill someone, probably. It didn’t matter if they killed Nagini, who would have been one of their targets even if she wasn’t a Horcrux.
It mattered, greatly, to Draco that they not kill Harry.
That brought a plan to mind that Draco had half-formed yesterday, as he sat in the hospital wing waiting for Harry to wake up. It wasn't one he particularly cared for. The chances were still greater than zero that one of them might die.
But, he had to acknowledge, even apart from Dumbledore's insane plans, there was still a great chance one of them might die. The Dark Lord would be looking for vengeance on both Draco and Harry, now. If he missed his Horcruxes, he might create more, and they might get killed destroying them. Dumbledore could do something desperate they weren't prepared for.
What Draco liked about his plan was that it would keep factors under their control, instead of someone else's. If he and Harry died doing something they had chosen, it would lessen the pain.
Not drive it away completely.
Draco shrugged. There was nothing he could do about that. He had the plan, and Professor Snape had agreed, reluctantly, that it was the best one. Now he only had to explain it to Harry and his friends, and hope they would go along with it.
Harry would be the bigger obstacle.
Draco smoothed his hand through Harry's hair once more, and lay down to watch him sleep--a much more pleasant vigil than in the hospital wing. Especially because, not long after he lay down, sleep claimed him, too.
*
"Thank you for coming when I asked you to."
Severus stood with his hands clasped behind his back, surveying his odd audience. Despite the way that Weasley and Granger sat right next to Harry, it had split naturally into two couples: Harry and Draco with their arms around each other, and Weasley and Granger clasping hands.
I am getting too romantic and exposed to romance in my old age for comfort.
Severus gave a soundless sigh and moved on to the purpose of his speech. "Since you know we have captured the cup Horcrux, this meeting is to discuss strategies for destroying it, as well as the one in Nagini."
"And the one in Harry."
Severus felt his eyebrows rise. He had known Draco would bring up the subject, but not that he would be so bold, or--as he assumed from the expression of mute surprise Harry turned on him--that he would do so without discussing it with his lover first. But Draco placed a reassuring hand on Harry's shoulder, and Harry slumped back against him with a soft sigh.
Young soul-bonds, Severus thought, even as Wesley asked, "But how are we going to do that if we're not using Dumbledore's strategy?"
"We're not."
"Bloody hell, Malfoy, I was agreeing with you!"
"Moving on," Severus said, and tried not to roll his eyes. They sounded like schoolchildren when they were supposed to be saving the world. "Tell them about the idea you came up with, Draco."
Harry turned absolutely trusting eyes on Draco at once. Draco gave the same look of adoration back. Severus had to look away, with something roiling in his stomach that was probably jealousy even though it had no right to be.
"We may not be able to split the Horcrux," Draco said softly, his fingers reaching out to trace the scar on Harry's forehead. Harry bowed his head and closed his eyes. Severus closed his own for a moment, too. "And putting it in me through the bond would only result in the same problem. But what if we bounced it?"
"Bounced it?"
"Yes, Granger. Bounced it back and forth between Harry and me, back and forth through the bond. It might be that that would not only loosen its hold on Harry's soul, but also mean each of us could take a non-lethal curse or dose of basilisk venom--and survive."
"That's an awfully big risk to take."
"Don't you think I know that, Weasley?" Despite the snappish tone of Draco's voice, he didn't look away from Harry or his scar. "But I've been reading about people with soul-bonds who did similar things--passing a disease or curse back and forth between them, for instance, so that the suffering was halved and it eventually weakened."
"How long did it take?" Granger's fingers were twitching as if she wished for ink and parchment.
"A long time," Draco said quietly. "Time we don't have, I know. But I think that, if we begin now, we might lessen the Horcrux's influence anyway. It has to have one soul to cling to if it's in a living being, right, Professor Snape?"
"But how can we know that when no living being has ever been a Horcrux before?"
"Thank you for the enlightening question, Miss Granger," Severus drawled, and had the satisfaction of watching her blush before he looked back at Draco and Harry. Harry was sitting up with one arm on the back of the couch and his face bright. "The answer is that I have researched analogous situations, including some of the curses that Draco was talking about. Soul magic does affect one living soul, whether that's making a Horcrux or casting a spell that is supposed to anchor itself to the victim's soul. Being passed back and forth always weakens such curses."
"We're depending an awful lot on chances and analogies, then."
"Your opinion is enlightening, too, Weasley."
"Let's try it."
All of them went quiet, in a way that Severus would have killed for in the classroom, and looked at Harry. He'd pulled himself up again, and as Severus watched, he reached out and put his hand on the place on Draco's forehead where an identical scar might have existed.
"I know that you wouldn't take chances with my life or my soul unless it was the best chance," he said, luminous and fixed on his soul-bonded. "And this is better than walking up to Voldemort and hoping the Killing Curse takes care of the problem and lets me come back. So much better."
"Why?" Draco breathed.
"Because you came up with it."
Severus had to close his eyes again at the sheer look on Draco's face. Then he cleared his throat loudly, and luckily Granger dropped the arguments she was probably about to bring up and Weasley managed to shut his gape off, and Draco and Harry remembered there were other people in the world and turned around.
"We will have to be careful how we do this," Severus reminded them. "Not only will Dumbledore perhaps recognize what we are researching and what we plan to do with it, but the Dark Lord may well feel a difference in the Horcrux."
Harry nodded seriously. His hand was entwined with Draco's, but at least he seemed to be paying attention to the conversation instead of his soul-bonded. "Do you think he's just been biding his time and waiting to strike?"
"I know a little about how the Dark Lord's mind works, but by no means all, Potter," Severus snapped, and saw the way Harry winced and Draco glared. He moderated his words. "But it is a possibility. One that means we will have to establish the oscillation early on, before he can interfere and perhaps pull on the Horcrux via his soul-bond with you."
"Oscillation?"
"It means the traveling back and forth between us that we're going to make the Horcrux do, Weasley. Keep up."
"We also have more to worry about than your petty feuding and bickering, Draco," said Severus, and took some satisfaction in seeing how pink he turned. "So. We will begin the process tonight."
"Can we help?" Granger asked.
"You can make sure that we are not disturbed," Severus said. "Distract Dumbledore, if you can. Ask him questions, or pretend to be worried about Harry in a way that will not point to what we're doing."
Weasley snorted. "There's something we can do that won't even take much effort. Play on his prejudices about Slytherins and how we're so worried that Malfoy is doing something to Harry, and he'll believe anything we say."
"You're more all right than I thought, Weasley."
"I do try, Malfoy." And Weasley didn't even look as smug as Draco might if he'd said something similar.
Severus shook his head to get rid of the temptation to praise them, and said, "Very well. Then I suggest we begin in a disused dungeon classroom."
"Why a classroom and not the Room of Requirement?"
"First place he would look after the ritual, Granger. And he probably thinks that we're spending time together there."
Which they are, Severus thought, nauseated. He had never wanted to know that much about his students' private lives, even when it seemed inevitable.
"No, a classroom is better," Severus said to make his own contribution. "That way, we have Albus's prejudices working for us in every corner. He has never liked to venture into the dungeons, or done it when he does not have to."
Granger looked thoroughly depressed at that, and Severus understood why a moment later. "Was he always this--convinced that Slytherins are up to no good, sir?" she asked softly. "Was there ever a time when he tried to understand them?"
"When he was a student and professor, I think so. Since he has been Headmaster, no," said Severus, and left it at that.
Granger nodded. "I just hate to think that I was spouting the same rubbish he was, and looking up to him, when he has all these beliefs that are just horrible."
Severus held in what he wanted to say, which was that Granger would find no one to follow who fit her ideal. Better to let her discover that on her own. For now, if it put her even more willingly on their side and ended any possibility that she might betray them to Albus, then it would work for them.
"How are you going to lie to him?" Harry asked suddenly. "Since he'll feel a lie."
"We're going to say that we're worried about you," Granger told him. "Which is true. And that we're especially worried about the influence of the most evil Slytherin in your life. Voldemort. Which is also true."
"And we'll tell him that we don't want to look into his eyes because we're worried about Legilimency," said Weasley, nodding. "We'll tell him we want our privacy. And he'll believe that, because we're being honest, and we're Gryffindors."
"If he thinks you do not trust him..."
"He knows that, though," Weasley said, and looked straight at Severus. "What we're going to do is give him a chance to convince us and win us back."
Draco snorted. Severus did the same, once he thought about it. Yes, Albus would probably be unable to resist the opportunity to "re-convert" two of Harry's friends who had started to distrust him.
"In the meantime," Severus said, and turned to Draco, "I must insist that you and Harry get some rest. You are still suffering from residual exhaustion from the ritual..."
"I know," said Draco, and rolled his eyes as though Severus had been nagging him all afternoon. Then he bent down and said something quietly to Harry, who nodded and stood. Together they walked out of the room, their hands no longer entwined but their heads bent so close together that there was no doubt they were whispering.
"Sir."
Severus turned back to Granger, a little surprised she was still there. He'd expected her to try and follow Harry, or else start preparing immediately for her effort to trick Albus. "Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Do you think they can do it?"
The withering reply Severus wanted to give, about how he was not Trelawney, died on his tongue. He inclined his head slowly, watching Granger all the while. "I think there is a strong chance that they can."
"Thank you, sir." Granger turned hastily away, before chance could make either of them deal with the glistening at the corner of her eye.
Severus went to make sure he had a Sobriety Potion on hand. He needed Firewhisky before this attempt began, but he also wanted to make sure he would be dealing with no consequences when he met the brats that night.
*
“How are we supposed to start this?”
“Meditation, of course,” Draco replied easily, sitting down on the mat that he’d Transfigured from an old blanket.
Harry rolled his eyes a little. Even with Snape on guard outside the door, his spells spreading out to cast a net that would keep most people from venturing too close and keep anyone from seeing the door if they insisted, his heart was jumping. “You know I’m rubbish at ordinary Occlumency, Draco. That includes meditation. How are we going to do this?”
Draco sat quite still for a moment, and Harry wondered (without really wanting to) if he had baffled him. And then Draco laughed, bright and free, and stretched out his hands towards Harry. Harry found himself taking them and smiling without being aware he was going to.
“I should have thought,” Draco said, chuckling. “We used our bond to create the Occlumency shields you have, so of course we can use it to create this kind of oscillation.”
Harry met Draco’s eyes easily. The bond was stretched tight between them at the moment, but that was mostly his own nervousness. The sticky hardness melted into flowing water as he touched Draco’s fingers, and Draco sighed and closed his eyes as the waves themselves turned pink and gold, like sunrise.
“I’d forgotten how good it is to be like this with you,” Draco said, and cupped Harry’s chin with his widespread fingers. He stared into Harry’s eyes, and Harry stared back, seeing the blue-flecked grey.
And the bond beyond that, which filled his mind again with images of the surging ocean.
The bond swirled and pulled them closer. Harry relaxed. He didn’t need to meditate when Draco could pull him into the depths of his own mind, which he knew nearly as well as Harry did thanks to the bond. Their breathing fell into an easy rhythm.
When the Horcrux stuck to break that rhythm, it was horrific.
Draco suddenly staggered and gave a hoarse cry. Harry tried to jump to his feet, but he quickly realized that the cry had only been in their joined minds. He was drifting along in a dark sea, watching the Horcrux enter the bond and attack Draco. It felt like a shark snapping mindlessly in all directions, trying to cause pain.
Harry only sat there for a second before he stood up, though.
Or at least metaphorically stood up. He lashed out at the Horcrux as hard as he could with the force that had defeated Voldemort that time he had tried to possess Harry in the Ministry: pure love, the kind that Voldemort wouldn’t know anything about.
The shark screamed. The Horcrux turned as if it wanted to dive back into Harry’s head and cause him pain, and Harry braced to absorb it.
“Hold it where it is, Harry! Toss it to me! This is what we want to happen, to begin the oscillation!”
If it was anyone other than Draco telling him what to do, Harry would have hesitated. But he trusted Draco to handle himself; he could feel that confidence blooming all around him, streaks of light and power. He tossed the Horcrux back to Draco, and it went, seeking some painful place away from Harry’s love.
Draco hit it with a blast of the things that he felt for Harry.
Harry was nearly too much in a rapture to catch the Horcrux as it once again fled back to him. Draco loved the color of Harry’s eyes, and his laughter, and the gentle way he touched Draco, and the way he had risked his life to save Lucius, and…
But then he caught the Horcrux in a net full of his memories of Draco. How he’d taught Harry Occlumency. How strongly he’d fought to make sure that Harry wouldn’t die simply to get rid of the Horcrux. How he’d made love to him with his eyes tender and shining. How he got along with Ron and Hermione even when he didn’t really like them because they were Harry’s friends, and he would do anything for Harry.
Harry felt the Horcrux turn in place, shivering and sweating like a nervous horse. He laughed aloud. They were caging it and taming it, and the Horcrux had no idea how to resist! It felt less dark and strong than it had when they began.
And then something else opened its eyes. Something else made a connection with the Horcrux and floated to its side, in a bond like the one that connected Draco and Harry, but thrumming with magic as thick as blood.
This is what you have been hiding, Voldemort said, in a voice that echoed in the hollows inside Harry’s bones.
And he and the Horcrux attacked.
*
SP777: Well, he might have. But Harry and Draco decided to act first.
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