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Bending Time	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 13905 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Five

“Malfoy, will you just—Malfoy, hold up!” Harry growled, chasing after the blond git. Why he had ever agreed to protect the infuriating Slytherin was beyond him. Maybe because Harry had been foolish enough to think they could be friends. Clearly Draco had no interest because he had made a point to dodge out the moment Harry had his back turned.
Draco looked back to see Harry, anger in his eyes, barrel around the corner. He couldn't hold back the smile at the sight, until Harry locked eyes on him, looking mildly murderous. Draco took a step back, and then another, turning to run again.
“Oh, no you don't!” Harry shot his hand out, ropes flying from his fingers and wrapping around Draco's legs. Draco, eyes wide in shock, fell to his knees. He stared up as Harry approached
“Wandless and voiceless?” Draco asked. “Fucking bastard. Everything is just so easy for you, isn't it? I showed you once—Once!”
Harry ignored the obscenities as Draco continued cursing his name. “We need to talk. Please.”
Draco rolled his eyes, sitting on the cold hallway floor. He pulled at the ropes binding his lower legs, slowly tearing the knots apart. “What's in it for me?”
Harry narrowed his eyes, sitting next to the boy. He pulled out a chocolate frog from his back pocket. “Truce?”
Draco took the frog, biting off one of the twitching legs viciously. “I told you, I'm not fighting anymore.”
“Right.” Harry fell silent, observing the boy intently. “Why did you do it?” He finally asked.
“Do what?” Draco replied, intentionally being oblivious. At Harry's growl he added smartly, “Oh, is that your beast asking?”
Harry snapped his mouth shut at that, once again consumed with thoughts of what he apparently was.
Draco finished untying the ropes, throwing them aside, and made to get up. Harry grabbed Draco by the arm before he could go, pulling him down with a dull omph. “Tell me.”
Draco stopped, eyes closing momentarily. He could hear his Harry in that voice, low and tantalizing, promising rewards if Draco would only speak the truth. Draco licked his lips nervously, reminding himself that this was not his Harry, but a young, wild boy that didn't know what he wanted yet.
“What was the question, again?” Draco asked while staring resolutely at the floor, doing his best to ignore the heat radiating off the boy next to him.
“Why did you publish that interview? Why did you betray your family?”
“Oh, that.” Harry's hand had covered his own on the floor, and Draco found it difficult to focus. “My family... my family had already betrayed me, Potter. They were ready to hand me over to You-Know-Who the instant he asked. I had... I have different plans for my life.”
It was the truth. Draco had wanted a different life for himself. But he had never thought he would risk so much to pursue it. Harry coming back from the future, explaining how Draco's life would be if he didn't try, had convinced the boy that the risk was worth it.
Draco looked up, but still avoided Harry's eye. “I'm not your enemy, Potter. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm exhausted.”
Harry watched Draco get up and dust off his clothes. For some reason it was very difficult for him to understand that Draco wasn't his enemy. Maybe because Harry had spent so long building a barrier, a wall of self control by telling himself that Malfoy was in fact a foe and that wanting him was too dangerous to allow. But Draco had just gotten himself disowned and placed on Voldemort's 'to kill' list, along with the lists of at least ten Death Eaters and their families. And Draco had done it to be free.
“Malfoy.”
Draco turned from his hesitant walk away, stopping dead as he watched Harry rise from the floor, power shimmering, muscles tense with controlled energy.
“Potter?” he whispered, voice suddenly dry.
Harry noticed, noticed the boy's tension, his hunger. He crossed the small distance between them, stopping a little too close. Draco didn't step away, didn't sneer or shout insults at him.
“Malfoy, I...” Harry didn't know what to say. Commending the boy seemed lame and cruel considering what Draco had given up. But Harry was so glad Draco had, so glad he had gotten away from his fucked up father and frigid mother. “You're not my enemy. I understand that now.”
“Good. That's good, Potter.” Draco still didn't move, looking at Harry searchingly. “Was there something else?” He pressed.
Draco's eyes were like a heated storm, Harry found, small flecks of sky swirling in the depths. And his lips, always pink, recently had seemed flushed and swollen. “Yes... maybe.” Harry slid a small step forward, now able to smell Draco's skin. He reached his hand up, lightly touching the boy's sharp jaw. Draco was so still, as if any sudden movement was going to lead to something explosive. Harry realized that he would very much like to see what that explosion would be.
“I'm supposed to keep an eye on you,” Harry said, breaking free of the heat stealing his mind away. Malfoy had bigger things to worry about than whatever beast was dwelling in him right now.
Harry stepped back and went to turn, hoping he could control the wild feelings very loud in his chest. He heard Draco's snarl, the only warning before the boy was on him, fingers clawing at his hair and stealing his glasses away. Lips burned over his face, his ear, his neck. Harry steadied the frantic form that crashed into him, hands moving up Draco's sides.
“Malfoy... wait...”
Draco wrenched Harry's head back, making sure the exasperating Gryffindor was paying attention. “Shut up, Potter.”
Eyes narrowed, Harry gave a terse nod, picked Draco up by the hips and walked them to the stone wall, crushing his body against the slender blonde's. He kissed Draco, slow, painfully slow, until the boy calmed somewhat. And then he kissed him again, ravenously, because Harry couldn't remember why he had wanted to stop.
“Harry... please,” Draco moaned, pushing his hips forward into Harry's growing erection. Even now, in a hallway where anyone could discover them, Draco couldn't think to say no, couldn't bring himself to ever move away from Harry's wondrous taste. And Draco wanted to taste him desperately.
“Malfoy... Draco—Shit!” Draco turned them, slamming Harry hard into the wall, just missing cracking his head. Harry dully felt a draft around his hips, his only warning before Draco's molten tongue found his cock. “Oh shit... shit,” Harry gasped, hands falling to Draco's bobbing head, and tangling in the silky blond hair.
Each soft babble was wild approval to Draco. He slid his hands over Harry's hips, and back, cupping the boy's firm ass while pulling his leaking erection down deep into his throat. He tightened his grip when Harry inadvertently thrust, bucking forward for more. Draco pulled back, relaxing his grip to allow the boy to thoroughly fuck his mouth.
Draco was certain he was going to come then and there just from the excitement of it all. Harry's hands were holding his head in a desperate grip as he thrust slowly in and out of Draco's swollen lips. Draco made a low moan in his throat, earning him a particularly wild push against his tonsils.
Harry was pulling at his hair, whimpering something foolish about stopping. Draco could feel the smooth flesh swelling against his tongue, and he surged forward, opening his mouth wider to drink it down. Harry gave a shudder, crying out softly as he came, hips bucking against Draco's face. Draco wanted to moan in approval, but couldn't around the wonderfully spasming flesh.
Draco looked up, catching Harry's gaze and causing the boy to gasp. Reluctantly Draco slowly pulled away, releasing Harry's softening cock. He licked his saliva off the sides before gently rearranging Harry's trousers back to proper order.
Harry stared at Draco, speechless, and very much in awe. When the boy stood on stiff legs, Harry grabbed him, crushing him in his embrace. He kissed Draco's deliciously swollen lips, tasting himself on the talented tongue. He started nipping, loving the feel of the flush lips between his teeth, and the sounds Draco made.
“Oh god... fuck me, Harry,” Draco begged, rubbing his straining erection against Harry's thigh.
Harry shuddered at the words. He felt something inside him rear up in anticipation, wanting very much to claim the boy. But they were in a cold hallway, of all places, right by the dungeons, and it didn't seem like the most romantic of settings. Because as wanton as Draco was, Harry still wanted to give the boy a soft bed and gentle caresses. Well... not all gentle, but certainly some.
Staring at Draco's gasping mouth, Harry reached between the crush of their bodies, finding the zipper to the boy's pants and pulling it down. Draco's cock practically sprang into his hand, and Harry quickly disentangled it from its silky clothed prison.
“Shhh,” he whispered at Draco's cry. Harry kissed the boy, gently swallowing each whimper and gasp. Draco's legs were shaking, threatening to give out. Harry took the hand that was holding the back of Draco's neck, and wrapped it around the boy's waist, offering his strength to keep him upright.
Draco threw his head back, eyes fluttering shut. “Harry... god.”
“What, Draco?” Harry asked, glad he had looked up lubrication charms as Draco's slick cock moved rhythmically in his grasp.
“Bite me. Hard.”
Harry did without hesitation, finding the crook between neck and shoulder and biting down firmly. Draco's body gave a great shudder, his cry muffled into Harry's hair.
“Again,” Draco pleaded, his body tight and beyond close.
Harry moved up to the side of Draco's throat, clamping his teeth in to the perfect flesh. He bit harder this time, feeling when his teeth pinched through and drew blood. Draco cried out, hands clutching uselessly at Harry's shoulders as he came. He nearly fell with his release, but Harry pulled him back against his body, leaning on the stone wall for purchase.
Harry took his hand still covered in Draco's cum, and offered it to the gray eyed boy. Draco licked slowly, thoroughly cleaning Harry's palm and digits. Harry then pushed Draco's hair back, noting the smell of his sweat and sex.
“Harry?” Draco couldn't read Harry's expression, the boy having gone quiet and thoughtful.
Harry tilted his head, tracing Draco's curl of an ear. “I'm going to fuck you soon, Draco,” Harry promised. “I'm going to fuck you, and make you mine. And you are going to love it.”
Draco groaned at the words, pressing into Harry. “Yes... Oh, please, yes.”
“And if I find out that whoever has taught you tries to touch you again, I am going to kill him. Do you understand, Draco?” Harry's fingers bit into Draco's hip, bruising and possessive. “You are going to be mine, and only mine.”
Draco threw his head back, his body aching at the thought. “Yes, Harry.”
“Good.” Harry held the boy, breathing in his scent, trying to ingrain it on his soul. He felt wild, like an animal chasing down prey. But the prey was Draco and he had little interest in killing.

Draco spent the rest of the Sunday outside with Harry, enjoying the crisp Autumn air, and trying not to succumb to the heated look Harry had pinned him with since the incident in the hallway.
Eventually it was time for dinner, and Harry grabbed them both full plates and the two ate in the Library to avoid questions and comments about Draco's interview. They both resisted bed, not wanting to leave each other's company. But Draco was exhausted, and Harry needed time to brood alone.
Harry left Draco in the corridor in front of the Slytherin portal, thoroughly kissed and painfully aroused. Slipping in, Draco was glad to see that no one was waiting to curse him. It was the same in the dormroom he shared. Everyone was asleep, and Draco stripped, shimmying his way behind his bed hangings.
He was alone, no Harry waiting for him.
There was a copy of the Daily Prophet sitting on his bed, the pages torn to pieces except the picture of Draco, cut gently from the shreds. Next to it was the clawed necklace Harry had worn every day since he had arrived. Draco picked it up, feeling the strong protection charm. He slipped it over his head, and crawled under the blankets.
Unbidden, tears streaked down Draco's face. Harry would not say goodbye. It was foolish, but still, Draco would miss the man greatly.

Remus got to the body first, Narcissa's floo call to the Ministry alerting the Order to the events at Malfoy Manor.
The woman lived, barely. Bent over, she held her gut where a large, painful wound leaked from beneath her hands. She had been forced to watch as her husband was tortured for hours, and eventually, mercifully, killed. She did not recognize the man who had done it, but man she had insisted, even as Remus scented Harry's distinct power in the air.
Remus wasn't allowed to dwell on it, Narcissa throwing a trunk full of items at the werewolf. Photos, clothing, wealth and family mementos clattered at his feet.
“For Draco,” the woman bit out, clearly in pain. “He still keeps his name—Lucius never had time to sign the papers to disown.” She grabbed Remus by the shirt. “Whatever it takes, just don't let that monster back in here. Whatever he wants. Just keep him out!”
Remus glared at the clutching hand. If Draco Malfoy was a monster, it was because of this woman and the man torn to pieces in the study. “Don't worry, I'll protect you from your son,” he snapped, pulling away.
Narcissa gave a hysteric shriek, deranged laughter flowing out of her broken body as she fell to the floor. “Not that weak creature. Not my child.” She ran blood soaked hands over her face, streaking her pale flesh red. “Potter. Keep fucking Potter away.”
Stilling, Remus tried to breath. Narcissa looked like an injured bird shaking on the floor. “You said it was a man in his twenties.”
“It was. It was a madman with green eyes and a scar on his forehead.” She curled in on herself, staring blankly at the floor. “He told me what he had done to You-Know-Who. Told me why Lucius had to die. Why I would die if I hurt Draco—Give him his things.” Desperate again, she clawed at Remus' boot. “I will pay for any house he wishes, any life he wants. Anything. Just keep that creature away!”
“You will not speak of this to anyone, Narcissa,” Remus gritted out, bending down and grabbing the clutching hand. He used his full strength, feeling her bones shift and snap. “That will be how I keep Harry from you. Your silence. Understand?”
“Yes,” she hissed, tears streaming down her pain twisted face.
Remus left the house, trunk tossed over his shoulder, to arrive at Hogwarts by floo. He sought Harry out, barging into the Gryffindor common room. Four am, no one was up. He stalked up to the fourth year's bedroom, listening for signs of movement.
Harry was asleep, bed hangings open, arm falling over the edge of the mattress. He awoke at Remus's approach, having too many threats on his life to truly be as vulnerable as he looked.
“Moony?” Harry asked, brow furrowed at the sight of Remus. He sat up abruptly, reaching for his wand. “What's happened? Is it an attack?”
Remus shook his head, staring at Harry as if the boy were a lie. There was no blood in the air, no scent of Lucius or Narcissa on Harry. The boy... Draco. He smelled like Draco and the castle, but that was all.
The tension left Remus in an instant, and he more fell than sat on Harry's bed in relief.
“Remus, what is it? Moony?” Harry grabbed the man by the shoulders, taking in his disheveled appearance and blood stained fingers. “What's happened?”
Remus gave a great shudder, tears filling his warm eyes. “Nothing Harry.. I thought... No, its nothing.”
Harry gave the man a searching look, then got up, scribbling a note which he attached to Hedwig. Sending his owl out, he pulled his bed curtains around, shielding Remus from the rest of the room. He set up a silencing spell to make sure they didn't wake up his friends. “Padfoot is on his way, Moony. We'll just wait for him together, okay?”
“Okay.” Remus closed his eyes, not sure how to voice what he had thought. Not sure if he even should.
The note must have been convincing because Sirius was bounding up the stairs as Snuffles only minutes later. The man transformed once hidden behind the bed hangings, looking Remus over as if he were expecting the man to break before his eyes.
“Moony, love. What's happened? You're covered in blood.”
“It's not mine.” Remus turned his eyes away from Sirius's burning stare. “I just came from Malfoy Manor. Lucius is dead. Narcissa barely survived.”
Sirius raised his brows in surprise. Lucius was not a weak wizard by any means. Catching him in his own home with ancient wards in place, and overpowering him was very unlikely. “What happened? Do we know who they were?”
“One, Sirius. Just one man.” Remus looked at Harry again, eyes reflecting confusion. “I had thought...”
Harry bit his lip, brows furrowed. “What... That I had done it?”
Remus just nodded. Harry bit his thumb, trying to figure out why Remus would think such a thing.
Sirius grabbed Remus's shoulder. “Are you saying it was the same? Wormtail? Voldemort?”
“Yes, and... and Narcissa thought the same as me.” Remus ran a shaky hand through his sandy locks. “Clearly we're wrong though. Harry was asleep here. No blood, no scent at all of the Manor.”
“Draco's mother thought I had attacked her?' Harry pulled at his messy hair in agitation. “What the hell is going on? Why would she think that? Why would I kill Lucius?”
Sirius carefully untangled Harry's hand from the death grip on his hair. “I imagine because of Draco.” He glanced at Remus. “Right?”
“Yes. Narcissa certainly thought so. She would not tell me what the man said, only that he had said it.”
Harry thought back to the day he had collapsed, Voldemort screaming in his head as the monster was struck down. He thought of who he had seen through the Dark Lord's eyes in those final moments...
It had been a vicious man, dark hair and muscular. He used no wand to inflict his magic.
Harry slowed his memory, focusing on the man's face. Most was hidden in shadows, eyes dark in the unearthly glow of power surrounding the man. Thick curls crackled from the energy, shifting as if a great wind were blowing. Harry couldn't make out anything recognizable, the shadows too thick from the light... except... on the forehead... a faded mark where skin had once torn and healed into a distinct lightning bolt.
“Harry?” Sirius saw the shift in the boy, watched as horror took Harry's features.
“It was me... It was me.” Harry grabbed at Sirius's offered hands, clenching the fingers painfully as if to let go would be to crumble. “The scar, he had my scar. Voldemort saw it, right before... right before I killed him.”
Harry went still, head tilting, tongue flicking over his bottom lip thoughtfully.
“I must have come from the future. If anyone saw me they would assume I was trying to put my name in the Goblet. I went back in time and killed Voldemort, Wormtail... and Lucius... Why would I do that, Siri? I was so powerful, why would I need to go back in time?”
Sirius shook his head, trying very hard to not feel the horror threatening to overtake him. He did not want to think of Harry as the source of such mangled violence. Wormtail's body had been pieces, barely recognizable as anything beyond meat.
“Whoever that man is, Harry, he's not you,” Remus said resolutely, a hardness in his eyes that left no room for question. “Whatever happened in the future, its not going to happen now. If anything, he has seen to that with passionless efficiency. You will not become that person.”
“I... I don't know.” Harry shook his head, the image of his older self right before striking Voldemort burned in his mind. Dull pain reached his shoulder and he looked down, finding Remus's hand gripping hard.
“You will not, Harry. Push this from your mind, and let your life unfold without it.”
“I don't know if I can,” Harry finally replied.
Sirius sat up, eyes narrowed. “Than we'll obliviate you. You won't have to ever know, Harry.”
Harry swallowed, thinking that would be quite perfect to never have to worry he would awake into... into whatever he had become. But there was the beast inside, warning what he could lose.
“No.” Harry shook his head, pulling away from the two of them. “No, how can I protect Malfoy? No. I will have to figure this out a different way.” He glared, realizing they might not give him a choice. “Do. Not. I will figure this out.”
Sirius looked as if he wanted to argue, but Remus stopped him with a touch to the arm. “You are, if anything, resourceful. Come to us if you need help with it. We won't judge you, Harry. We all battle our beasts, some just better than others.”
“Yes, Remus. I promise that.” Harry stood up, throwing shoes on. “I need to walk a bit. Before everyone is up.”
“Be careful with the Malfoy boy,” Remus added hesitantly. “He... The man let Lucius live for nearly a whole month, until that article came out. It can't be a coincidence, Harry.”
Trepidation filled Harry, and he wondered not for the first time just how out of control he might end up whenever Draco was involved.
“Harry.” Sirius grabbed the boy into a hug. “It's going to be okay.”
Harry nodded dumbly. He wished he could believe that.
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