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Warding Bonds	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14411 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Series (1997-2007) and any characters and original locations within the books belong to JK Rowling. I am not making any money from this fiction.

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Chapter Six –True Memory, Ghosts, and Basilisk Fangs

Harry ran to Dumbledore’s office as quickly as his feet would take him. He’d finally decided to take some of the liquid luck potion he’d won on the first day of potion’s class. It had worked like a charm, after spending the night watching Slughorn and Hagrid drink because of the death of Agagog the Acromantula. A story about a transfigured fish from a lily petal and Harry finally said the right thing to get Slughorn to divulge his true memory. He knocked on the office even though it was after midnight. He had already sent a message to Draco upon his return to the castle telling him to go to bed and that he’d be joining him shortly.

The professor arched an eyebrow upon Harry’s rushed entrance, “Goodness Gracious, Harry. What do I owe for the pleasure of such a late visit?”

“I got the true memory, sir.” He held up the vial with the swirling liquid.

“I knew you could do it Harry. Quickly place it in the Pensieve and we shall soon see the truth.” Harry poured it into the magical basin and the two of them put their head in the liquid to watch. They watched as the previous scene with the younger Tom Riddle sitting around the table with the rest of the Slug Club. Slughorn was much younger with his straw colored hair instead of the thinning gray hair that littered his head currently. After a chime, Slughorn quickly dismissed the group and addressed both an Avery and a Lestrange about writing a paper or that they’d receive detention. Harry concluded that they had to be the fathers of the current Death Eaters with the same name. Tom stayed behind as the others left and Harry knew what was coming next. He waited for Tom to ask about Horcruxes and afterward he held his breath as Tom asked about seven as it was a magically powerful number. Soon the memory ended and Harry was counting the horcruxes they’d already destroyed.

He spoke allowed, “The diary, the ring, Slytherin’s necklace, Ravenclaw’s Diadem, and then we know about the snake. That’s five, we assume that the last piece is that in his body, so we’re left with one more to find before we can go after the snake. Do you think it could be Hufflepuff’s cup?”

“I think it’s safe to assume that’s the last object and the snake is the last Horcrux. I have been looking into Tom’s history for any important places where he may have hidden them. I will contact you if I discover the next likely place.”

The Lord Black nodded his head, “Please take me with you when you find such a place.”

“We will discuss that later. I believe you have a very worried dragon waiting for you. Also remember that what sets you apart from Tom Riddle is love. It is a power that he cannot understand and thus he seeks a different type of power all together. Keep the love you have burning because in the end, I believe that it shall overcome all.”

Harry smiled knowingly as he left the headmaster’s office to return to his awaiting dragon. He threw his invisibility cloak over him and bit out the password. He was still angry that the fat lady had lied about the password change when he’d been before her earlier. She opened and let him into the common room. He ran up the stairs to his dorm room, to his bed, and to his Draco. With the knowledge he discovered, he just needed to snuggle up and sleep. His heart ached as he noticed the tear streaked pillow and his lover curled up in the fetal position. He didn’t realize being away from him for long period of times did this to his dragon. The next time he had to leave Draco alone, he would make sure he was under a dreamless sleeping potion.

He quickly stripped and climbed under the blankets. He pulled the blonde to him and ran his calming hands down his lover’s perfect chest. He kissed his neck and nibbled on his ear until he heard the gasp that announced his love had awoken. “Draco, I’m here now. How about you tell me why you were in such a state when I first got here?”

Draco turned around and pulled himself to Harry’s chest. Tears glistened in his eyes, “It’s horrible when you’re not here with me at night. You keep the nightmares and dark thoughts away. Without you here I couldn’t stop the memories from him. Please promise me that you’ll never let him get me.”

He kissed the top of the now shoulder length locks, “I will not allow anything to happen to you love. Now we should just go to sleep. I think we’ll be exploring Hogwarts tomorrow because there’s something I need to retrieve.” He hugged the firm body against him and closed his eyes basking in the warmth associated with his servant. He thought about Draco’s reaction upon the Chamber of Secrets, but then again carrying around a basilisk fang would be less conspicuous than the sword of Gryffindor.

“Why are we heading into the girl’s lavatory on the second floor?”

Harry didn’t answer but just pulled him into the room and quickly casted locking charms and silencing wards on the door and around the room. He rubbed the back of his neck, “You see we have to retrieve something from somewhere and the entrance to that place is in this bathroom. I decided to bring you along because of how you reacted to being alone last night. Plus no one uses this bathroom, I mean that’s why it was the perfect place for us to brew Polyjuice potion our second year.”

The blonde’s eyes widened, “You brewed Polyjuice potion in our second year?”

Harry rubbed the back of his neck, “Well, more like Ron and I watched while Hermione brewed it. We had to find out about the Chamber of Secrets and really Draco you were the best candidate for the heir of Slytherin. Of course it was silly of us to think that Lucius was old enough to have opened the chamber the first time in 1943.” He shrugged, “But what do you expect, we were twelve and thirteen.”

His mouth opened and closed before he gasped, “But my father wasn’t even born until 1954.”

“That means you’re grandfather would’ve been too old to have been at the school during the events as well. Of course it turned out that the heir of Slytherin was none other than the darkest wizard of all time. He happened to go by his filthy muggle father’s name of Tom Riddle at the time, his words not mine, and was the Head Boy who framed Hagrid, but it was Voldemort none the less.” Harry turned toward the moaning coming from one of the bathroom stalls, “There’s another reason why people avoid this lavatory. It happens to be the room where that muggleborn was murdered, and she never really left.”

The bespectacled spirit rose out of the stall, “Who’s in here now?” Her face lit up with a smile, “Oh Harry, why haven’t you visited me in a while.” She turned toward the quickly paling Draco, “What are you doing here with him? Why haven’t you visited me since before winter break? Has the bullying stopped?”

Harry looked between the untypically calm ghost and the usually calm Malfoy who was fidgeting nervously, “Draco, what’s she talking about?”

He brushed a strand of his ever growing hair behind his ear, “I…um…I just felt so trapped and it was hopeless. He assigned the task knowing and hoping that I’d fail so that he could kill us all. He wanted me to die while trying as punishment. I felt horrible after what happened to that Bell girl and I couldn’t stand being in that room anymore so I went to the boy’s lavatory on the sixth floor. I was disgusted with myself, afraid of what the Dark Lord would do to me, what he’d do to my family. I couldn’t stop the tears no matter how much cold water I splashed on face. Then she came out of the drain, she started talking to me, and for the first time I felt comforted. I had someone to confide in, someone who would listen to me and didn’t know enough about me to put everything together.”

Her voice tinkled, “And you’re so handsome. I was hoping that it would get too much for you and that we could share a toilet together.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed, “If I remember correctly, you have a nasty habit of spying on boys when their bathing. You watched Cedric Diggory while he bathed in the prefects’ bathroom and you tried to pop bubbles in my bath that year as well.” He let the heat show in his eyes as he looked at Draco, “How about we give this peeping Tammy a show she could never forget.”

“What are you talking about?”

He turned toward the ghost, “Well, you see Draco won’t be sharing the U bend with you, Myrtle. We will show you exactly why he and I are not your type.” He pulled Draco into a very heated kiss before relieving the two of them from their robes. He broke away from the kiss to whisper his demand, “I want you on your hands and knees Draco. I want to take you on the filthy lavatory floor.”

He picked up his wand and cast cushioning charms on the floor where Draco waited on his hands and knees before tossing it back on the pile of clothing. He wandlessly summoned a condom and lube from his trouser pockets. He got down on his knees and sat back on his haunches while he rolled the latex item down his already weighty cock. He squirted the lube onto his fingers and prepared Draco as he looked up at the amazingly silent ghost, “You see Myrtle, he’s mine. His bully beat the living hell out of him over the winter hols, I ended up saving his life, and bonded him to me. I could do this to him every night if I wanted to.” Draco moaned as Harry applied pressure to the bundle of nerves on his inside, “His body is just so responsive to my touch. Do you want to see us cum? Is this scene turning you on, pervert?”

Her eyes remained locked on them as she licked her lips. If she were alive, the heated blush would’ve flitted across her face, “You two are beautiful.” Her transparent hand moved down the waist of her skirt, which made Harry look away. He didn’t want to know if a ghost could find pleasure in the afterlife.

Harry removed his fingers and kissed the milky white back for a few moments before grabbing Draco’s hips and filling him. He groaned at the tightness and warmth but stood still, “Draco, do you want me to take you fast or slow?”

“Move Harry, please move,” he whimpered and when Harry didn’t he demanded, “Just fuck me hard and fast.”

“Your wish is my command,” Harry chuckled as he held onto Draco’s hips tightly. He pulled out and popped it back in quickly and soon he could feel the pressure building and realized that Draco was feeling it too when he moaned, “Ah, I’m gonna…oh yes right there…cum.”

Harry felt Draco contracting around him and soon followed. He laid his chest against Draco’s sweaty back as he came down from the orgasmic bliss. After catching his breath, he pulled out and removed the barrier. He stood up and vanished the evidence before casting cleaning charms on the both of them. He looked down at the still shuttering Draco, “Do you need help up?” He pointed his wand at Draco’s bum and whispered, “Episkey.”

Draco jumped up at the sensation, “What did you just do?”

Harry shrugged, “I just thought you’d be sore after I rode you bareback like a Thestral and we have a bit of a walk ahead of us. Now we should get dressed.” He looked back over at Myrtle who was staring off in a daze. “You know that boy that had fewer bubbles in his bath a couple of years ago, Cedric, well he died. He was killed by the same person who killed you, but he wasn’t killed here. Are you able to leave the castle?”

Her eyes cleared, “He’s dead? Do you think he stayed behind or moved on?”

“I’m not sure but you might have to visit the place where he died to find out. I mean I understand that you stayed here because that’s where you died but many of the other Hogwarts’ ghosts came here from where they died. Perhaps he’s trying to find his way back here himself, but I’m not sure. It’s been almost two years since he died.” Harry looked down as he buttoned up his shirt.

“I will leave you two lovebirds now. I’ve got myself a sexy man to find. I’d love to see if ghosts can do more than just masturbate. I’d love to feel his delicious body against me; I remember what he didn’t hide beneath bubbles in that bath. Mmm, I really do hope that he decided to stay behind as a ghost.” She flew up in the air before splashing back into the toilet.

Draco coughed, “Do you think she will find him?”

Harry smiled, “If anyone deserves to find love in the afterlife, it would be Myrtle. I don’t think that Cedric was ready to pass beyond the vale. I wouldn’t be surprised if he is out there somewhere.” He squeezed Draco’s shoulder, “Now we need to go retrieve something.” He quickly summoned his Firebolt, which he’d forgotten in his dorm. He kneeled down by the drain that had the snake engraved into it and spoke, “Open,” in Parseltongue.

Draco gasped as the sink moved up and away exposing the hole in the floor that led to the chamber. “What’s down there? Where are we going,” He screeched. The fear of the unknown was evident in his voice.

Harry unlocked and opened the door when he heard the banging of his broom. He relocked it as soon as the broom flew toward him. “I don’t know if you remember me saying something about the Chamber of Secrets. Well we need to go down there to retrieve some Basilisk fangs from the one I killed in second year. You know the monster that Slytherin, a Parseltongue, could control.” He climbed onto his broom and looked at a gaping blonde, “Now climb on behind me and hold onto my waist.”

Harry moaned as he felt the hard body pressed up against his back. He had to try and think of something else because a groin problem could affect his flying. He took off down the tunnel and was thankful that he’d thought to grab the broom. He remembered how much time it had taken them to get through the tunnel in his second year. Then again they had an almost-squib-fame-obsessed-professor who tried to obliviate them with a broken wand. He couldn’t help the chuckle that erupted from his throat as they flew past the debris from that event.

“What are you laughing about?”

Harry shook his head, “I was just remembering the last time I was down here with Ron and Lockhart. The latter was a complete fool and worse at magic then Neville used to be except he had a talent for memory charms. I don’t know if you remember the wand that Ron used that year that caused that slug curse to backfire. Well Lockhart used that wand to try and obliviate us and it backfired. That’s why he’s still in a room at St. Mungo’s. The blast caused the tunnel to collapse with me on one side and Ron and Lockhart on the other. It left me to face the memory of Tom Riddle and the basilisk alone.”

“I don’t see how that was funny other than that tosser getting what he deserved when that charm backfired on him.”

Harry hummed in agreement as they came out of the tunnel and into the large cavern where the snake headed effigy of Slytherin was carved out of the marble. A large underground pond still existed at the end of the long platform where the skeletal remains of the basilisk stood. Harry climbed off the broom and Draco followed.

Draco stared at the large bones, “You killed that in our second year.”

Harry looked over at him and noticed the amazement in his eyes and turned away from him before he jumped him a second time and screwed him into the stones of the ancient chamber. “I did with the Sword of Gryffindor and the healing tears of a Phoenix.” He walked over to the basilisk and pulled out a pair of dragon hide gloves from the leather pouch from around his neck. He then reached up into the mouth of the beast and pulled seven fangs from the jaw and placed them into the pouch. He then turned back around to look at Draco and growled, “I really didn’t want to do this down here but then you looked at me like that. Get over here so I can fuck you until you can no longer walk.”

The other boy moaned and walked toward him, “I’ve wanted that since I saw how powerful you were at twelve. I can’t believe you killed that when I was busy being a mouthy little twat. Yes please master, ride me until I walk funny.”

“You better not have any plans this afternoon because I’ll have to carry you back to our room after I’m done with you. Now strip for me.”

“Yes master,” Draco hissed as he undid his shirt one button at a time.

Harry pulled out a condom from his pocket and was thankful that he decided to put several in there. He pulled the lube out of his other pocket and set them down on the floor as he quickly stripped. “Lie down on your back so I can watch your multiple orgasms. I’m going to shag you until you pass out.”

Draco groaned as he lay down on the cold stone floor, “Please Harry, I want you to fill me to the brim.”

Harry slipped the ribbed condom on, and smothered Draco’s entrance with the lube before just pressing into the delicious heat. He cast one of the charms from a sexual spell book that would prevent him from orgasming like a muggle cock ring. He started slow and then quickened the pace until Draco cried out and spurted but Draco didn’t stop moving. He continued to rock against the delicious body below him. He wasn’t joking about the passing out bit and after the seventh orgasm, Harry finally released the charm and released. He pulled out, cleaned up the evidence, and checked Draco’s vitals. He used his wand to dress the other boy and lay next to him in complete bliss.

After a short nap, Harry sat up and took in the sight of the still sleeping Draco. He wondered if he should wake him or not and decided it’d be much too fun not to. He lifted the still sleeping blonde and cast a sticking charm between their chests and on the legs that he wrapped around his hips. Harry knew he had excellent balance and would be able to fly with him like that. He got upon his broom and leaned forward as he took the tunnels at Quidditch speeds. He soon made it out of the chamber, closed it, and cast a disillusionment charm on him and Draco. He made it back to their dorm without the other boy waking. He cast the counter charms and pulled back the sheets. He removed his lover’s clothes and covered him up before climbing into the bed with him for a longer kip before dinner. He spooned the other boy with his reawakening staff pressing against his lover’s best asset. His hands made their way down on their own accord and he fell asleep with his hand resting on the blonde’s inner thigh.

Harry awoke with an even larger problem and he couldn’t help but wonder why he was so randy. He started by kissing his lovers neck and then trailed down to his shoulder. The other boy moaned, “I don’t know if I can go another round.”

The brunet chuckled, “You’re body is telling a different story.” He left one hand clutching the blonde’s growing Johnson while the other moved down the back he was still spooning. He opened the cheeks and moved forefinger in order to test the damage from their previous acts, “Are you too sore?”

The blonde hissed in pain, “I think you succeeded with your previous statement. I don’t think I could walk or even sit for that matter.”

“Roll over onto your stomach then,” Harry ordered as he summoned the healing cream that he’d found the recipe for in some of the older healing books. He gently applied it to the sphincter before moving inside with more cream. He knew that he’d pounded Draco hard enough to cause minor damage. He applied it around and started working the pleasure nerve bundle, “Does it still hurt? Do I need to pay extra attention to this area? You seem to be squirming when I give it attention.”

Draco growled, “You know exactly what you’re doing, love. Are you ever sexually satisfied?”

He chuckled, “I blame your sexy little body. Whenever I’m close to you, I have a desire to show you how much I want you. However, this time my little sex kitten, I want you in me so do please sit up against the headboard.”

Harry took a moment to cast a preparation and lubrication spell before slapping down on Draco’s waiting rod. He squeezed the blonde’s shoulders as he bounced up and down and watched the blonde’s face. “I want you to just let things happen. Concentrate on the feelings of the warmth and tightness. I want you to feel me.”

He watched as the blonde’s eyes shut and pleasure washed over his angular features. Harry reached down with one of his hands and stroked himself with his movement. It didn’t take much for him to fall over the edge and his ears were filled with the sounds of Draco’s pants, groans, and moans. He sighed when he felt the hot liquid shooting inside of him. He stilled for a moment and pulled Draco into a hug and rested his head on his shoulder. Once he caught his breath he pulled Draco into a heated kiss, “I love you Draco. I fear that the months after the end of this year will be challenging, but I can’t fathom leaving you behind while I face my destiny.”

“I wouldn’t want to leave your side. I’m here to please you and I’m happy that you care for me so much,” a gorgeous smile softened his pointy features, as his gray eyes sparkled. “I love you too.”

Harry detached himself and cast the usual vanishing and cleaning charms before quickly casting dressing charms, “Well handsome, I think we’ve worked up an appetite, and we should probably head down for dinner.”

A/N: I’m still working with the standard plot but we’ll see what changes I make to it. I know this is really a smut piece, isn’t it. Perhaps I should add voyeurism to the warnings, I completely forgot about that Moaning Myrtle scene when I started posting this. One can say she’s moaning for a completely different reason that day! So, I haven’t written whether or not she find’s Cedric and probably won’t until they return for their seventh year.
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