Harry Potter and The Serpent King (BP5)
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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52
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20,701
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85
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Hit Me!
Chapter Number/Total: 36/52
Chapter Title: Hit Me!
Words: 2046 Words
Harry followed Draco with the sleeping baby and sat on the bed with Valen, much like he had the previous day.
"Do you want to hold him now or put him in the cot?" Draco asked, beginning to strip.
Harry shrugged a small bit. "He's sleeping," he said, stroking Valen's hair and face. He held him for a few more moments before getting up and putting him to bed. He stood there and stared down at him, hands clenched on the side of the cot.
Draco finished undressing and sat on the edge of the bed, watching his husband. He didn't know what to say or do. He knew how Harry felt.
Harry turned his head slightly to look halfway over his shoulder. He'd never felt like this with Draco before. He'd never felt like there was nothing he could say, but he faced him anyway. "I hate this," he said, voice low as he frowned. "I want to hit you for suggesting it. I want to hit myself for letting this happen."
Draco looked up at him. "Hit me, then," he said quietly.
Harry actually clenched his fist and stared at Draco seriously. "No," he said.
"Hit me!" Draco snapped.
Harry's breathing sped up and he made a jerky movement towards Draco. His entire body shook with a strange rage. His fingernails were cutting into his palm on his right hand.
"Do it!" Draco growled, eyes flashing.
Harry couldn't help it. Something inside him snapped and he flew forward, pinning Draco to the bed and hitting him right in the face, almost in the same spot as he'd hit him at that Quidditch game. It hurt his hand, but he didn't care. He couldn't care about anything at that moment.
Draco lay under his husband, gasping and crying. "Yes," he said, "harder!"
Harry couldn't stop. It felt like there was something clawing at his insides and he had to get it out. Blow after blow he landed on Draco. On his chest, his stomach, another one to the face - anywhere his hand made contact.
"Yes, yes," Draco whispered, hands flung out and grabbing the covers of the bed as the blows fell.
Harry hit Draco until he couldn't see from the tears in his eyes. He couldn't catch his breath and he collapsed on top of his husband, crying into his neck and clutching him very tightly, his hand throbbing.
Draco shuddered, tears streaming down his face as he gasped. "Don't stop," he whispered.
Harry dug his fingernails into Draco's skin and squeezed his eyes shut. He knew that if he looked at him he wouldn't be able to do it, but that thing was still clawing him, ripping him apart. He bit Draco hard, bruising him. He hit him again in the side, ignoring the pain in his hand, not even really feeling it.
Draco groaned when Harry bit him, trembling. "Yes," he gasped. "Don't hold back."
Harry bit Draco again and drew blood. He scratched him with his left hand and reached up and yanked Draco's hair as hard as he could. He didn't know how long he beat his own husband up. He didn't know what the hell was going on. Valen's crying brought him out of whatever hold was on him and he collapsed again, chest heaving and hand bleeding now.
"Yes," Draco whispered, panting. Shaking, he brought his hands up around his husband, pulling him close.
Harry couldn't open his eyes to see what he'd done to Draco. He was crying again, but he felt better. Released in a way.
"Yes, yes," Draco soothed, petting Harry's hair with his right hand.
"I - I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" Harry spluttered, gently touching one of the bites with the very tips of his fingers. He still couldn't look as the tears continued to stream from him.
"No, no apologies," Draco said. "Kiss me."
Harry hesitated but brought his face up to kiss Draco softly, in contrast with himself a moment ago.
Draco's lips were sore and bleeding, but the pain just seemed to make it more real. He kissed his husband back, tongue tasting their tears as well as his own blood.
Harry could detect the sharp metal-taste as he kissed Draco and he knew Draco was bleeding. He pulled back from him and finally opened his eyes, wincing at what he saw. There was blood from a split lip and he was bruised on the cheek and jaw. The bite mark on his shoulder was bleeding also and there was another bleeding one a bit below the first. His side was bruised too and there were thin red lines all over, some of those even bleeding. Harry could feel another apology about to spill from his lips but he held it in, swallowing.
Draco felt calmer now, the pain seeming to anchor him somehow. He became aware that Valen was crying. "Feed the baby, love," he whispered.
Harry sat up more and traced the bruise on Draco's cheek with a finger. He could hardly make himself move more than that, but he finally climbed off Draco, trying to be gentle. He picked Valen up from his cot, rocking him very lightly and making hushing noises to soothe him.
Draco was naked, lying with his legs off the edge of the bed. He didn't move, but turned his head to watch his husband and child. His husband and child. Still the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
Once Valen had calmed down a bit, Harry moved onto the bed with him, removing his own shirt so that he could feed the baby. "Shhh, it's okay, love," he said quietly. "Nothing's the matter." Valen was still whimpering and seemed a little scared, but he stopped when Harry held him to his chest and he could drink.
Draco smiled, wincing only a little. He tried to take a deep breath and realised he had at least a bruised chest, if not a cracked rib. He rolled to his side, and crawled up onto the bed, lying down closer to Harry so he could watch them.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked, staring at Valen rather than his husband.
"He's fine," Draco answered, smirking a bit.
Harry sighed very quietly and nodded. "You should ... heal up, though," he said, glancing at Draco.
"Later," Draco said quietly.
Harry bit his lip and nodded again, going back to watching their son. A few moments of silence passed. "What do we do with the baby when we go?" he asked.
Draco was quiet. Fleur and Bill had been their safety plan. If Fleur was compromised, that plan was no longer an option. "We still don't know who the spy is," he said.
"And Ron and Hermione are coming with us," Harry said, frowning. "How will we know what to do?"
"We can talk about it tomorrow," Draco said quietly. "Don't upset him right now."
Harry nodded, petting Valen's hair and then tracing his nose.
Draco waited, watching as their child suckled and then fell back to sleep.
Harry held Valen again for a few moments and kissed his forehead. He moved to put him back into his cot and smoothed his hair before settling back on the bed.
"Cast a Silencing Charm," Draco said.
Harry raised an eyebrow just slightly before doing as Draco said.
"Take your clothes off," Draco said.
Harry licked his dry lips and then removed his clothes with his magic, eyeing Draco curiously. He stared at him, holding still.
Draco still lay naked on the bed. He rolled onto his back. "Come here," he said.
Harry was still for a moment longer before crawling over to Draco slowly, staring at him from above now.
Draco looked up at him. His eyes were dark with intensity. "Fuck me," he hissed, the words said the same way he had said, "hit me" before.
Harry's eyes went as dark as Draco's nearly immediately and he was quickly upon him, closing his mouth over the blond's and ignoring the blood and cuts.
Moaning into the kiss, Draco opened his mouth. Lust and pain seemed to swirl in him, now fuelled by the taste and feel of Harry.
Harry pressed very closely to Draco, skin to skin everywhere he could manage it. He wasn't gentle; he didn't know why. He already felt better, but somehow he knew that they both needed this right now.
Draco reached his right hand up, grabbing Harry's hair and using it to make him look at him. "Hard," he said, his voice as harsh as the hand tightening in his lover's hair.
Harry was panting and nodded, reaching a quick hand down to push slick fingers into Draco. He moved fast, adding a third and a bit of a fourth just in case.
"Fuck me," Draco growled, licking his own bloody lip. He was hard and trembling now.
Harry let out a growling moan. He slicked his cock and pushed Draco's legs up forcefully. He guided himself to Draco's entrance and pushed in perhaps a bit too fast, one of Draco's legs thrown over his own shoulder as he grasped the other tightly.
Draco cried out, arching up into Harry. "Fuck, yes!" he shouted, his body seeming on fire, pain and pleasure rippling through him.
Harry held Draco's leg even tighter, using it to thrust hard into him. He cried out loudly, keeping eyes on Draco's face as he fucked him, moving his hips quickly.
"Yell at me!" Draco shouted. "I want to hear you!" He grabbed the covers again, holding on tight.
Harry clenched his teeth and slammed into Draco. "I fucking hate you when it comes to all of this!" he yelled. "I want to put a gag in your mouth and lock you in a room until everyone leaves! You fucking idiot!"
"Fucking Gryffindor hero!" Draco yelled back, groaning with each thrust.
"Me?!" Harry shouted. "You're fucking just as bad! And now there's no more excuses you can come up with so that I can't fight! And then you have to go get yourself involved! Fuck you!"
"Yes, fuck me!" Draco yelled. "Fucking stupid plan! Should run away, leave the world in flames!" He thrashed his head, blond hair flying.
Harry growled and thrust harder. "Fuck you," he said, not as loudly this time. He was beginning to feel light-headed now, his orgasm approaching.
"Yes, fuck me! Harder, deeper!" Draco yelled. "So deep there isn't any part of me that you haven't struck!"
Harry's breathing sped up even more at that and then he threw his head back, coming hard as he thrust as deep as he could and stayed there, nails cutting into Draco's skin again.
Fire roared through his body, burning away every other sensation except the feel of Harry inside him. Draco was screaming and crying, tears and blood running down his face.
Harry didn't fall forward or back. He only remained sitting up, loosening his grip so that he wasn't cutting Draco anymore. He took a very slow, deep breath, closing his eyes.
Draco sobbed, hands clutching the covers still as he cried, body trembling. He could feel his own come on his belly and his lover's inside him. He felt sweat and blood, saliva and semen, and tears - all the stuff of life. The elements they had bound each other with. Elements combined with their pain and fear, desire and love, and magic. It felt like a kind of purification to Draco.
"I love you," Harry said, half-whispering. He let Draco's legs fall so that he could lower his own body and be close to his husband.
Draco released the bed covers, reaching for Harry. He wrapped his arms around his husband. "I love you," he sobbed still. "I am yours. Always yours."
Harry felt tears come to his own eyes. "I won't let anyone take you from me," he whispered. "I won't do it."
"Good," Draco whispered. "I don't want to die a hero. I want to live to be old and lazy and happy."
Harry let out a tearful laugh. "Me too," he replied.
"Good," Draco huffed. "Nice to know we have a long term plan." He kissed his lover's chin.
Harry sighed and nodded. "We'll be okay," he said.
Chapter Title: Hit Me!
Words: 2046 Words
Harry followed Draco with the sleeping baby and sat on the bed with Valen, much like he had the previous day.
"Do you want to hold him now or put him in the cot?" Draco asked, beginning to strip.
Harry shrugged a small bit. "He's sleeping," he said, stroking Valen's hair and face. He held him for a few more moments before getting up and putting him to bed. He stood there and stared down at him, hands clenched on the side of the cot.
Draco finished undressing and sat on the edge of the bed, watching his husband. He didn't know what to say or do. He knew how Harry felt.
Harry turned his head slightly to look halfway over his shoulder. He'd never felt like this with Draco before. He'd never felt like there was nothing he could say, but he faced him anyway. "I hate this," he said, voice low as he frowned. "I want to hit you for suggesting it. I want to hit myself for letting this happen."
Draco looked up at him. "Hit me, then," he said quietly.
Harry actually clenched his fist and stared at Draco seriously. "No," he said.
"Hit me!" Draco snapped.
Harry's breathing sped up and he made a jerky movement towards Draco. His entire body shook with a strange rage. His fingernails were cutting into his palm on his right hand.
"Do it!" Draco growled, eyes flashing.
Harry couldn't help it. Something inside him snapped and he flew forward, pinning Draco to the bed and hitting him right in the face, almost in the same spot as he'd hit him at that Quidditch game. It hurt his hand, but he didn't care. He couldn't care about anything at that moment.
Draco lay under his husband, gasping and crying. "Yes," he said, "harder!"
Harry couldn't stop. It felt like there was something clawing at his insides and he had to get it out. Blow after blow he landed on Draco. On his chest, his stomach, another one to the face - anywhere his hand made contact.
"Yes, yes," Draco whispered, hands flung out and grabbing the covers of the bed as the blows fell.
Harry hit Draco until he couldn't see from the tears in his eyes. He couldn't catch his breath and he collapsed on top of his husband, crying into his neck and clutching him very tightly, his hand throbbing.
Draco shuddered, tears streaming down his face as he gasped. "Don't stop," he whispered.
Harry dug his fingernails into Draco's skin and squeezed his eyes shut. He knew that if he looked at him he wouldn't be able to do it, but that thing was still clawing him, ripping him apart. He bit Draco hard, bruising him. He hit him again in the side, ignoring the pain in his hand, not even really feeling it.
Draco groaned when Harry bit him, trembling. "Yes," he gasped. "Don't hold back."
Harry bit Draco again and drew blood. He scratched him with his left hand and reached up and yanked Draco's hair as hard as he could. He didn't know how long he beat his own husband up. He didn't know what the hell was going on. Valen's crying brought him out of whatever hold was on him and he collapsed again, chest heaving and hand bleeding now.
"Yes," Draco whispered, panting. Shaking, he brought his hands up around his husband, pulling him close.
Harry couldn't open his eyes to see what he'd done to Draco. He was crying again, but he felt better. Released in a way.
"Yes, yes," Draco soothed, petting Harry's hair with his right hand.
"I - I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" Harry spluttered, gently touching one of the bites with the very tips of his fingers. He still couldn't look as the tears continued to stream from him.
"No, no apologies," Draco said. "Kiss me."
Harry hesitated but brought his face up to kiss Draco softly, in contrast with himself a moment ago.
Draco's lips were sore and bleeding, but the pain just seemed to make it more real. He kissed his husband back, tongue tasting their tears as well as his own blood.
Harry could detect the sharp metal-taste as he kissed Draco and he knew Draco was bleeding. He pulled back from him and finally opened his eyes, wincing at what he saw. There was blood from a split lip and he was bruised on the cheek and jaw. The bite mark on his shoulder was bleeding also and there was another bleeding one a bit below the first. His side was bruised too and there were thin red lines all over, some of those even bleeding. Harry could feel another apology about to spill from his lips but he held it in, swallowing.
Draco felt calmer now, the pain seeming to anchor him somehow. He became aware that Valen was crying. "Feed the baby, love," he whispered.
Harry sat up more and traced the bruise on Draco's cheek with a finger. He could hardly make himself move more than that, but he finally climbed off Draco, trying to be gentle. He picked Valen up from his cot, rocking him very lightly and making hushing noises to soothe him.
Draco was naked, lying with his legs off the edge of the bed. He didn't move, but turned his head to watch his husband and child. His husband and child. Still the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
Once Valen had calmed down a bit, Harry moved onto the bed with him, removing his own shirt so that he could feed the baby. "Shhh, it's okay, love," he said quietly. "Nothing's the matter." Valen was still whimpering and seemed a little scared, but he stopped when Harry held him to his chest and he could drink.
Draco smiled, wincing only a little. He tried to take a deep breath and realised he had at least a bruised chest, if not a cracked rib. He rolled to his side, and crawled up onto the bed, lying down closer to Harry so he could watch them.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked, staring at Valen rather than his husband.
"He's fine," Draco answered, smirking a bit.
Harry sighed very quietly and nodded. "You should ... heal up, though," he said, glancing at Draco.
"Later," Draco said quietly.
Harry bit his lip and nodded again, going back to watching their son. A few moments of silence passed. "What do we do with the baby when we go?" he asked.
Draco was quiet. Fleur and Bill had been their safety plan. If Fleur was compromised, that plan was no longer an option. "We still don't know who the spy is," he said.
"And Ron and Hermione are coming with us," Harry said, frowning. "How will we know what to do?"
"We can talk about it tomorrow," Draco said quietly. "Don't upset him right now."
Harry nodded, petting Valen's hair and then tracing his nose.
Draco waited, watching as their child suckled and then fell back to sleep.
Harry held Valen again for a few moments and kissed his forehead. He moved to put him back into his cot and smoothed his hair before settling back on the bed.
"Cast a Silencing Charm," Draco said.
Harry raised an eyebrow just slightly before doing as Draco said.
"Take your clothes off," Draco said.
Harry licked his dry lips and then removed his clothes with his magic, eyeing Draco curiously. He stared at him, holding still.
Draco still lay naked on the bed. He rolled onto his back. "Come here," he said.
Harry was still for a moment longer before crawling over to Draco slowly, staring at him from above now.
Draco looked up at him. His eyes were dark with intensity. "Fuck me," he hissed, the words said the same way he had said, "hit me" before.
Harry's eyes went as dark as Draco's nearly immediately and he was quickly upon him, closing his mouth over the blond's and ignoring the blood and cuts.
Moaning into the kiss, Draco opened his mouth. Lust and pain seemed to swirl in him, now fuelled by the taste and feel of Harry.
Harry pressed very closely to Draco, skin to skin everywhere he could manage it. He wasn't gentle; he didn't know why. He already felt better, but somehow he knew that they both needed this right now.
Draco reached his right hand up, grabbing Harry's hair and using it to make him look at him. "Hard," he said, his voice as harsh as the hand tightening in his lover's hair.
Harry was panting and nodded, reaching a quick hand down to push slick fingers into Draco. He moved fast, adding a third and a bit of a fourth just in case.
"Fuck me," Draco growled, licking his own bloody lip. He was hard and trembling now.
Harry let out a growling moan. He slicked his cock and pushed Draco's legs up forcefully. He guided himself to Draco's entrance and pushed in perhaps a bit too fast, one of Draco's legs thrown over his own shoulder as he grasped the other tightly.
Draco cried out, arching up into Harry. "Fuck, yes!" he shouted, his body seeming on fire, pain and pleasure rippling through him.
Harry held Draco's leg even tighter, using it to thrust hard into him. He cried out loudly, keeping eyes on Draco's face as he fucked him, moving his hips quickly.
"Yell at me!" Draco shouted. "I want to hear you!" He grabbed the covers again, holding on tight.
Harry clenched his teeth and slammed into Draco. "I fucking hate you when it comes to all of this!" he yelled. "I want to put a gag in your mouth and lock you in a room until everyone leaves! You fucking idiot!"
"Fucking Gryffindor hero!" Draco yelled back, groaning with each thrust.
"Me?!" Harry shouted. "You're fucking just as bad! And now there's no more excuses you can come up with so that I can't fight! And then you have to go get yourself involved! Fuck you!"
"Yes, fuck me!" Draco yelled. "Fucking stupid plan! Should run away, leave the world in flames!" He thrashed his head, blond hair flying.
Harry growled and thrust harder. "Fuck you," he said, not as loudly this time. He was beginning to feel light-headed now, his orgasm approaching.
"Yes, fuck me! Harder, deeper!" Draco yelled. "So deep there isn't any part of me that you haven't struck!"
Harry's breathing sped up even more at that and then he threw his head back, coming hard as he thrust as deep as he could and stayed there, nails cutting into Draco's skin again.
Fire roared through his body, burning away every other sensation except the feel of Harry inside him. Draco was screaming and crying, tears and blood running down his face.
Harry didn't fall forward or back. He only remained sitting up, loosening his grip so that he wasn't cutting Draco anymore. He took a very slow, deep breath, closing his eyes.
Draco sobbed, hands clutching the covers still as he cried, body trembling. He could feel his own come on his belly and his lover's inside him. He felt sweat and blood, saliva and semen, and tears - all the stuff of life. The elements they had bound each other with. Elements combined with their pain and fear, desire and love, and magic. It felt like a kind of purification to Draco.
"I love you," Harry said, half-whispering. He let Draco's legs fall so that he could lower his own body and be close to his husband.
Draco released the bed covers, reaching for Harry. He wrapped his arms around his husband. "I love you," he sobbed still. "I am yours. Always yours."
Harry felt tears come to his own eyes. "I won't let anyone take you from me," he whispered. "I won't do it."
"Good," Draco whispered. "I don't want to die a hero. I want to live to be old and lazy and happy."
Harry let out a tearful laugh. "Me too," he replied.
"Good," Draco huffed. "Nice to know we have a long term plan." He kissed his lover's chin.
Harry sighed and nodded. "We'll be okay," he said.