Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

The whole story	By : Riahana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42620 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or the world of Harry Potter, that belongs to JK Rowling, nor do I make any money from this.

Chapter List
- 56
- 57
- 58
Authors Note~ Thank you everyone for reading, This is by far one of the longest chapters I have written... Lilium, yes I love throwing Harry into situations out of his comfort zone...I am an evil author LOL. Take care and Enjoy :)

Disclaimer~ The Prologue has the full disclaimer.

Chapter 56

His heart was racing, beads of sweat falling down his body; leaving cold trails causing him to shiver. In his hand was his wand, shaking from the tension he could feel; the very tension that was making his breaths come out in pants. He could hear voices, but they sounded as if they were far away; muffled as if he was under water. He didn’t know why but his eyes were closed; heavy as if someone placed weights on the lids to keep them that way. With effort he slowly opened his eyes seeing the concerned faces in front of him.

The first voice that made sense came from Hermione. “Harry… Harry, are you all right? We have to hurry…”

He turned his head slightly to the blond that stood next to Hermione; “Harry is just fine…Wrackspurts were in his ears, clouding his brain…” Came the dreamy voice of Luna. What is she doing here…Where is here?

Another face crowded into his vision, one he didn’t expect see; especially with a look of concern on it. “I think Luna maybe right about the whole wrackspurts thing…Harry does look a little off…” What was Ron doing here? What is going on?

He tried to take a step back, getting far away from his old friend. The one who was now making his life hard; but his body wouldn’t move. It felt like invisible hands were keeping him in the same spot. He opened his mouth saying, “Sorry everyone I guess I was daydreaming again…” That was what he was going to say, he wanted to tell Ron to back up; get away from him. Why would he say that?

A hand clamped on his shoulder making him want to flinch but unable too, when he heard the voice of the shy Gryffindor with more bravery than anyone gave credit too. “It’s ok…I get like that too…” Neville? They hadn’t really spoken all year, why is he here? What is this place?

He was pulled forward by his hand, by another smaller than his; a cloud of red hair obscured his vision as he raced after the person in front of him. A voice drifted to his ears from the person pulling him. “You asked for our help… So as your friends we are helping…” Ginny? The girl that had a crush on him. Why is she here, he had been avoiding her all year in hopes that she would get over her crush…It seemed to be working. Friends? The only true friend he had here was Hermione…Well Neville and Luna were friends but they hadn’t talked much…But Ron and Ginny? What the…

He ran forever behind Ginny, who was not letting go, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t let go either. He didn’t want to touch her, to feel her cold skin against his with her too small of a hand. It didn’t feel right, it wasn’t big enough; he wanted Draco’s hand there. The one that could engulf his, the one that held strength there but held his with a gentleness that no one else could feel.

A metallic smell hit his nose, like a tidal wave as he neared a door; which Ginny slowed down and the footsteps he heard behind him making a complete stop before reaching it. The overwhelming smell of blood was making his stomach roll; gagging from the very thought of how much blood had to be behind that door to be able to smell it.

The very hands that held him in place, now was pushing him through those doors. A place he didn’t want to go through, he tried resisting, using every bit of his strength to stop from going in there. But it didn’t work, only making his body tremble harder, and the sweat to pour down his body; chilling it even further.

The doors opened, at first not able to see, as everything was black. The smell got worse; leaving a metallic taste in his mouth, causing him to dry heave with every breath he took. With trembling limbs and pushing hands he took several steps forward; where the blackness started to drift away. Leaving behind a scene that was far beyond his imagination for his eyes.

It came to him in flashes, as his eyes widened to be able to take it all in. Sirius, laid on the ground, blood pouring from his body as his skin peeled back. Tom stood above his godfather, wand pointing; a smile on his features as he pulled more skin from Sirius twitching body. Lucius and Draco stood by laughing as they watched the torment of his godfather; and Bellatrix cackled in the background, dancing to her own insane tune. Sirius looked up and lifted a bloody hand pointing at him. A dry voice whispered out; surprisingly he could hear through the insanity that became his life. “Harry…Save me…”

This was not how it was supposed to be…None of these Elves were like this…Tom would never hurt one of his own, maybe he could do this to another but not Sirius. Lucius and Draco would not stand by, watching, Draco would have at least been by his side. His mate never willingly left his side. And Bellatrix didn’t sound like…At least not from his interaction with her. This wasn’t right, this couldn’t be happening…

For once his mind and body said the same thing in this insanity. “No!!!”

Harry sat up, body trembling, tears streaking down his cheeks, sweet soaking his pajamas and the bed he could feel under him. With a dazed look he saw the familiar surroundings of his bed, the red and gold curtains still closed; dark with the surrounding night. It was a dream?

With a start and jerky movements, he grabbed his map and cloak; tearing out of the Gryffindor dorms. He wasn’t staying another moment in that bed…At least for tonight.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Draco walked into the Slytherin common rooms; taking his self proclaimed spot near the roaring fires as he sat in his chair. He didn’t need to say anything as he took his chair; everyone knew that once the ice prince took that spot that he was holding a meeting. Wiping all emotions from his face he waited for all the lower years and the people who stayed apart from the Death Eaters to vacate the rooms. Leaving behind the children that were privy to information and orders they were to be given. For the Slytherin’s Draco had inherited his spot, his father was part of the Inner Circle, the ones that were feared and respected by the Death Eater children. Now that word had spread that he was an Inner Circle member; his status elevated in their eyes, along with their fear.

This was the perfect time to hold a meeting with the Slytherin’s; with his mate going to bed right after the welcoming feast, saying he was tired. He would miss Harry now they were back at Hogwarts; having spent the majority of nights with his mate sleeping in his arms. At least after this meeting he could have dreams of his ruling over the people in his presence. And Harry did tell him to put a stop to their worshiping.

Scanning over the faces, he recognized many that were not at the last Death Eater meeting; with the emotionless mask in place he said. “How many have been informed of Harry Potter’s new status among us?”

A timid forth year spoke up showing more courage than the seventh years that stayed silent. “So it is true…Scar…” Draco sent the youngster a glare narrowing his eyes to icy slits. “I mean…mean Potter is the Dark Lords heir?”

He moved gaze to each person in the room before speaking, letting the question hang over everyone’s heads. “Yes it is true…I will also inform everyone that he is also my intended…” A same sex marriage in the Wizarding World was not unheard of, but it did produce shocking results watching as each person grasped the meaning of his words.

A screech tore through the room; a sound that a banshee could be proud of. “I…I will never acknowledge that freak… How could you do that to me…To us?” Couldn’t Pansy understand that there was never an us? How in her delusional mind did she ever think there was?

He narrowed his eyes further, letting the barest hint of light show through them; with a voice dripping in ice causing the ones sitting closest to him too move back, he said. “You dare to address what is mine…A freak? Have you not learned your lesson?” He looked over to Greg and Vincent, moving his head upwards for a moment. Both stood, walking to Pansy, smiles stretching their faces making them look more grimacing than happy. “You are not fit to be in my presence… And until I know you can hold your tongue, you will not be allowed too.”

A wave of his hand had both Greg and Vincent escorting a screaming pansy from the room. A chilling smile appearing when he could no longer hear her cries. “Now I was informed earlier by my Gryffindor; that he hates all the scraping and bowing…So everyone will refrain from doing so. That does not mean you are to be rude, everyone will ne courteous. I want someone to always be watching him, and above everything else he is to be protected…Is that understood!”

Draco watched the expressions on each individual face; making mental notes to have his most trusted Slytherin’s to watch others. A knock on the door reverberated through the common room making everyone but him jump. It was past curfew, and Severus would have walked in; so who could it be? Giving a Blaise a look, telling him without saying it that he should see who it was.

Blaise opened the door a crack peeking into the hallway; when a rush of air through him back. That same rush of air barreled through the people sitting and ran right into his chest; climbing onto his lap and clutching at his clothes. He didn’t need to see to know that it was his mate, as the invisible body under his arms quivered; large pants of air rushing in and out. Bringing his hands up, he found the end of the cloak and removed it from Harry’s head.

Shocked gasps could be heard from the people now standing, as they realized that it was his Harry before them. Several even began to kneel when he glared at them to remind them of his earlier statement. Looking back at his mate, he saw something he hadn’t ever seen on Harry’s face. His eyes were dull green, dark circles encased them; his skin was whiter, chalky in appearance, beads of sweat clung to his forehead. What ever happened, it was bad enough to scare Harry; something he thought would have been impossible.

Glancing up above Harry’s head he growled out. “Meeting over!” Looking back into green eyes he gave Harry a brief smile, holding him tighter; he stood carrying his bundle to his rooms. Luckily for him, the Slytherin dorm rooms were set up differently, he didn’t have to share with every male year mate, but only one other. And Blaise had enough common sense to stay out of their room for the moment.

He set Harry on his bed; climbing in after he arranged his mate under the covers. Holding him as close as he could, “What happened?” He kept his voice soft, not wanting to scar Harry even further.

A muffled voice, one he could feel more than hear with how close Harry was too him answered. “Nightmare…Tell you; morn…” Harry’s voice drifted off into sleep. What kind of nightmare could have shaken up his mate like that? Even with his mate in his arms, it took a long time for him to be able to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

January 4^th Thursday

Harry paced back and forth, waiting for Draco and Hermione to show up in the room of requirement. The three were meeting an hour before the DA meeting would start; word had spread about his teaching defense and Hermione said he should expect a bigger turnout then the last time. Right now he was tired, after his first night and the nightmare; he had yet to sleep in his bed. He didn’t go back to Draco’s room either, feeling bad that Blaise had slept on the couch because he was there. So for the last two nights he slept on the couch in the common room; which due to the noise he didn’t get much sleep there either.

He still hadn’t told his mate what the nightmare was about. Every time the blond asked he would say it was some silly nightmare. But he doubted Draco believed him, grumbling under his breath, as he watched Harry a little closer. The next day he opened up his magic in the hopes he could feel any magic surrounding his bed. But he couldn’t sense anything, it was like there was void that surrounded it; actually he could even sense the normal magic that surrounded Hogwarts.

Hermione and Draco walked into the room at the same time, laughing. That was another aspect to his life that was peculiar; after the holidays, it seemed that his friend and mate truly got along. It wasn’t that he was jealous, but could he even dare say they liked each other. Now instead of their usual fights, their arguments seemed to be tinged in laughter; more like a competition among friends. He wanted them to be able to stand each other when in the same room; but never thought they could become friends.

Draco walked over, grabbing him around the waist forcing him to sit, while Hermione sat across from him looking concerned. “Harry, why didn’t you tell me about the nightmare?”

He glared at his mate, “You told her…”

“Yes…Because you didn’t, and you have yet to tell me what it was about.” Draco said, also showing his concern as he hugged him closer. He didn’t want to tell them; actually he didn’t even want to remember it.

Looking between his friend and mate, “Can it wait for this weekend; maybe after I take that potion?”

Draco forced him to look in the steel eyes, as he searched his face before answering. “That is acceptable, but you are sleeping with me tonight…”

Harry looked over to Hermione, pleading with her to agree to wait for an explanation. “Yes…But you will tell us…We only worry about you…”

He gave them both his smile, the one he reserved for people he liked, nodding his head. “We have a meeting to get through tonight…”

The DA meeting went for several hours, while Draco hid under his cloak watching, and Hermione walked around taking notes. She was right, more people did show up, but it was mostly younger years, so he placed them into the groups he had already formed. Letting the older students teach the younger ones; it worked both ways, the younger students advanced faster, having the experience explained to them; as the older students benefitted from teaching someone. The best way to remember was to teach it to someone else.

Surprisingly to both Harry and Hermione was the outcome of Slytherin students, nearly tripling. But he said everyone was welcome, and he would hold to what he said. Now everyone was sitting in front of him as he explained. “When we meet in two weeks, we will be switching groups again; no matter what group you are in everyone needs to be able to work as a team.”

Many of them grumbled to that, and some actually looked happy. “Hermione did you have anything to say?”

His friend stepped forward, looking up from her notepad for the first time since the meeting started. “Last time I asked everyone to think about a scenario… ‘Someone you trusted asked you a question that wasn’t important, and in the process gave you a few galleons. What would you do?’…Can anyone answer?”

Harry stepped back listening to some of the answers; most said they hadn’t thought about the questions, or gave the most simplistic answer they could. Like; of course they would, who wouldn’t accept free money. Although two people actually gave a reasonable answer.

The first was Luna, “Well that depends…If that person was asking what I had for breakfast…Something a nargle would tell, if people listened to them…So yes I would answer; but why would I take their money for silly question, from a silly person?” Her dreamy voice continued speaking, and her answer would have been longer if Hermione hadn’t cut her off.

“Ok…Thank you Luna, how about you Neville?” Giving the spaced out girl a tight smile.

“Well that depends…On who asked the question, and who was the other person. You didn’t give enough detail. But I still would not accept the money. Any information could be bad even if I didn’t think it was.” Neville’s face grew redder as he continued talking, turning into a mumble at the end. Harry still gave him a brilliant smile; his instincts telling him he could trust the shy Gryffindor; even without Hermione’s silly questions.

“Ok some of you didn’t think about the question, giving stupid answers. I hope some of you will think about the next one.” Hermione looked at everyone before continuing. “If someone you didn’t know told you a secret; would you keep it?”

Harry walked forward after his friend stopped speaking. “Please for the sake of my ears; think of Hermione’s next question. You know I will hear about your lack of interest for the next week from her…” He gave his reddened friend a mischievous wink before facing everyone again. “We will see everyone in two weeks. Be careful on your trip back to your dorms, I hear Filch has been extra vigilant in catching people after curfew.” The people in the room quickly left, several laughing at his last joke.

With a huff Hermione said. “Did you have to add that in…You made me sound like a shrew…”

Draco came out of hiding laughing at the look on Hermione’s face. “Well in your case I thought Harry was being very insightful…”

He ran from his friend, hiding behind Draco’s back; peeking around it looking back at Hermione. “Well in way I supported your questions…I bet we will have more answers next time. Who would let the famous Harry Potter, have his ears talked off…”

Hermione looked thoughtful for a moment before answering. “I wonder what your grandmother would say about that…”

“You wouldn’t…” He could feel his mates laugh, as it shook the back he was hiding behind.

“I only said wonder…I bet she would have great ideas for revenge…I guess you will have to find out…” Hermione said with a sneer; an exact replica of something Severus would do. She was spending too much time with the potion master. “So what did you two think of the answers?”

Harry walked around his mate, but before he could answer a huge yawn nearly made his mouth split in two. Draco stepped forward speaking before he had a chance too. “I think…That I should get Harry to sleep before I have to carry him to bed again…” An elbow into his mate’s stomach momentarily stopped Draco from talking. “Not that I mind, of course…We can talk about them after the Harry takes his potion on Sunday.”

Hermione nodded, looked at him with concern. “Get some sleep Harry…I will see you tomorrow.”

“Night Mione…” Draco draped his cloak around him as his friend left. Guiding him through the halls as they both made their way to the Slytherin dungeons; and Draco’s bed. He was nearly asleep as Draco helped him in the bed, and shortly after his mate joined him he passed out. The words “I love you” floating in his ears as drifted off.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

January 7^th

Severus walked into the room or requirement; and stopped. None of the other occupants noticed his presence with them all laughing. But that wasn’t what concerned him; there sitting on a couch facing away from was Hermione. And from the pointed ears sticking out from her frizzy hair; the imbecile had dropped her glamour again.

All week that he taught potions with her in the class, he could swear that he saw her as the Elf she became for the briefest of a second. But when he turned around again, he would be glaring at the appearance of the same know-it-all witch he used to teach. She had to be doing it on purpose; knowing it would drive him to insanity.

Stalking up behind the Elf, one of the few that actually got under his skin he drawled out. “What is your simplistic mind thinking? We do not drop our glamour’s; no matter how safe you think the place is…” The Elf in front of him jumped at hearing his voice, causing him to sneer in satisfaction.

“Now, Now Severus, Look at the poor Elf, she is exhausted…I believe she deserves a couple of hours reprieve while we are all here…” Lucius gave him a knowing smirk; actually enjoying watching his discomfort.

Severus turned away from Hermione and his smirking friend; heading towards the bed that had Harry and Draco on it. “I haven’t asked you yet, but how have you felt this week? Any side effects from the potion?”

Harry yawned, looking far more tired than he should. “I felt a little sore but it wasn’t too bad…Just a little tired right now; but if I remember I should be sleeping here soon…So that will get taken care of.” Harry gave him a cheeky grin as he finished.

“I do hope you have increased your intake of food, and have been taken the nutrient potion every morning…” Harry nodded to each of his statements; he didn’t ask, because he already gave him the warnings of what would happen if he didn’t listen. “Why are you so tired…The initial sleep should take care of any rest your body should crave; leaving you to be able to function after that.”

Harry yawned again, so Draco answered. “We will talk about that after Harry wakes up this afternoon…I want everyone to hear it at the same time, since he is reluctant to even tell it once.”

Harry glared at Draco, and held his hand out to him; wordlessly asking for the first of the three potions. With that signal Lucius and Hermione walked over ready to help Harry as the potions worked.

He handed Harry the first potion, and watched as he made a scrunched face at the taste. Snickering to himself; knowing how bad the first potion tasted. Wordlessly he handed Harry the second potion and casted tempus to keep track of the time. So he could give Harry the third right at the five minute mark; he didn’t want the small Elf to feel the pain a second longer than he needed too.

The second potion worked instantly, as Harry’s body went rigid and a small groan escaped his mouth. The three of them jumped forward massaging the limps in front of them as Draco did the same; all in the effort to help relieve some of the pain that Harry felt. It felt like last time; as Harry took the second potion, time dragged on making each second feel like a minute while they waited to give him the third potion.

He watched the clock, and as soon as the five minutes was up he handed Harry the third; which was gulped down. Harry breathing evened out as the pain faded; each muscle relaxing. Last time he was able to stay awake longer; but this time Harry was asleep before his head hit the pillow. Severus worked quickly, casting spells to monitor him while he slept and check the strain on his organs; as Draco arranged Harry to more comfortable as he slept also sliding in behind holding him close to the blond’s chest.

Severus turned back around, strolling to the opposite couch so he could glare at Hermione in her natural state. “Is this the first time you have dropped your glamour all week, Mrs. Granger?”

He would swear to anyone that he saw a smirk on her features, before it was quickly replaced with a look of innocence. Even her voice sounding far too sweet. “Of course Professor…”
- 56
- 57
- 58
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The whole story