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Freedom Bound in Chains	By : TaintedSensibly Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 58477 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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A/N: Thank you Babyvfan, Larkscope, Lilypad1829, Ghythu, Mykkila09, Twisted_and_shout, Asuka_Bloodberry, VictoryLilyGreen, My_perversities, and EVERYONE who left such great comments on the last chapter. You guys gave me GREAT ideas and input on what should be in the last part of Freedom before the sequel, so that means there will an EPILOGUE chapter added after this one! It will show brief snap-shot scenes of the more important events we’d otherwise skip over: Bella being taken from Azkaban, the births, and Pandora being the top three along with others. I plan to have that out next week and then Freedom Bound in Chains will be officially concluded!
Claiming Percy
Boxing Day was always the first weekday after the 25th. That year the 25th fell on a Friday, so it wasn’t until the next Monday that they were scheduled to go to the Weasleys. Draco hadn’t cared one way or the other. The twins were entertaining he supposed, but he could do without Ron’s childish attitude and the girl’s silly simpering. However, ever since meeting the Weasleys’ at King’s Cross, Draco had become more interested in the redheaded family. Something had affected that Percy boy, and if it was something at Hogwarts, Draco wanted to know about it. He wasn’t about to go into that madhouse of a school unprepared.
So he didn’t resist or complain as Andromeda woke them just after dawn. Really, it was about the time they woke at the manor anyway. He smirked as Dora stumbled and sleepwalked through getting dressed, but she was too groggy to even notice.
As they made their way to the Leaky Cauldron, Harry slipped his hand into Draco's. It was bitterly cold. Their breath made clouds in the air and they unconsciously huddled into the scarves wrapped around their necks. Ted smiled, unaffected as he strolled along the quiet street, but Dora cuddled into her mother’s side. The Leaky Cauldron was practically empty and they quietly made their way to the floo. Andromeda and Dora went first, disappearing in a flash of green. Then the boys followed with Ted waiting to come last.
With a name like ‘the burrow’, Draco assumed it would be cave-like and underground. Instead, he stumbled into a cozy, well-used living room with lumpy couches and mismatched rugs. There were windows in odd places letting in the golden rays of sunrise, giving the room an open and airy feel despite the clutter. The whole room was saturated with the smell of delicious food. Molly and Andromeda were hugging off to the side and Dora was unraveling her scarf. Soon they were all made to sit while Molly and Andromeda went to the kitchen to finish cooking breakfast.
“Hiya!”
Draco turned to look behind him and saw the nine-year-old twins descending the wonky staircase at the back of the room. As was now familiar, both boys were wearing matching grins.
“Good morning,” Harry greeted politely as the boys loped over to drape themselves along the back of the couch next to Draco and Harry’s heads.
“Good morning,” Ted and Dora echoed.
“Wanna see where we fly?” the twin next to Harry asked.
“Sure!” Dora piped and practically leapt to her feet. “I love flying. Are you as good as your brother?”
“No one’s as good as Charlie,” the twin by Draco answered. He straightened in perfect sync with his brother and they walked toward the door. The other twin added, “But we can fly pretty good.”
Draco trailed behind them. His eyes drifted back to the stairs as they walked past, but none of the other Weasley children came down. Frowning, he stepped outside and made sure Harry was bundled up in his jacket, gloves, and scarf. The twins teased him, calling him a mother hen, claiming they’d only be out a few minutes, but Draco ignored them. Dora managed to distract them by knocking into the broom shed and spilling all seven brooms across the yard.
They got everything straightened out and Dora took a lap. There was a barrier up, so even though the brooms weren’t child-proof, they were still limited to a certain area and a certain height. The twins pestered Draco until he agreed to try riding one. They wanted Harry to try, too, but Draco was firm that the smaller boy wouldn’t get on a broom until Draco tested it out first.
Dora floated about ten feet off the ground with an amused smirk. She thought it was funny that Fred and George wouldn’t give up and kept throwing themselves against the unbreakable wall that was Draco’s aloofness. The little blond didn’t care one whit what anyone else thought. He’d only ever do what he wanted, when he wanted. He was immune to peer pressure, manipulation, and shame.
“You’re such worrywart!” Fred said in exasperation not for the first time. “What do you think’s gonna happen to you?”
“Worse than Percy!” George added with a laugh.
Draco was straddling the broom, but he hadn’t kicked off yet. He still thought this whole broom-flying thing was ridiculous. His interest was pricked when they mentioned their older brother. “Percy worries a lot?”
“Always whining. He’s such a goody-two-shoes.” Fred rolled his eyes.
George cut his brother a look. “He’s been quiet since we got home. Mum’s worried.”
“Who cares about Prissy Percy.” Annoyed, Fred shook the end of Draco’s broom. “Come on, scardy-cat. Stop talking and get up there.”
Draco lifted an eyebrow, unimpressed, but he did gently kick off the ground the way they’d shown him. Instantly he began to levitate in the air. His eyes widened. It felt like gravity had lessened somehow. He rocked side to side and, although it was possible to fall off, it wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be. The broom was surprisingly stable.
After a few minutes of experimentation and completely ignoring the twins who continued to try to bait him to go faster and do more, he began doing slow laps around the barrier. Dora followed after him, turning and diving, showing him how to work the broom. Eventually he flew down to give Harry the okay to try.
He watched like a hawk from a few feet above as the twins gave Harry the brief lesson that they had given him. Harry pushed off and was soon at Draco’s side. Exhilaration happy - sang through the bond, making Draco mirror Harry’s big smile.
They didn’t get to fly nearly long enough before Molly stepped outside and called them to breakfast. Draco hadn’t expected how fun it would be or how much Harry would like it. He wrapped his arm around Harry’s waist and whispered a promise that he’d get them brooms for the manor, much to Harry’s - guilty delight.
Dora fit in right at home with the twins. They teased each other over nearly everything. Molly and Andromeda got on great, talking nearly non-stop, and Arthur happily interrogated Ted about Muggle things. Bill and Charlie seemed content to talk to each other. That gave Draco a good opportunity to try and figure out the still withdrawn Percy.
* Talk to Ron and Ginny, * Draco ordered, grey-eyes pinned on the First-year boy. * Tell them about flying for the first time. *
Harry did a good job distracting the two youngest Weasleys. Draco watched Percy carefully, but the boy rarely looked up. Even when Draco tried to talk to him, he’d pretend not to hear half the time. Draco had gotten maybe ten words from the kid by the time breakfast was over, but he was more certain than ever that something had happened and it most likely had gone down at Hogwarts since the other Weasleys seemed confused by Percy’s behavior.
All the kids were sent outside after the meal. Charlie and Bill invited Dora to play a game that involved flying and two balls. The twins bulled their way into the game, but Ron was firmly shut down. The freckled boy instantly pouted with his arms crossed.
Draco was more interested in Percy as the kid wandered over to a bench next to a vegetable garden. He took out a book, but it didn’t look like he was reading it. Draco wandered that way with Harry at his side. Ron and Ginny followed.
“It’s not fair! They never let me play with them. Fred and George are only two years older! How come they can play?” Ron whined.
“I don’t get to play, either,” Ginny pointed out, huffing, but then she brightened. “Let’s play something else!”
“What’re you reading?” Draco asked, standing in front of Percy closer than was strictly polite.
The boy’s shoulders hunched in even further. He ignored Draco’s question.
“Mum’s gonna get real mad if you be rude to them, Percy!” Ron yelled. “You better stop!”
“Let’s play Find ‘em, Catch ‘em,” Ginny offered, trying to distract her brother.
“Only if Percy plays, too,” Draco decided and looked to Ginny to make it happen.
Within ten minutes, she had Ron and Percy ready to play with a combination of threats and begging. Ron explained the rules, puffing out his chest as if he were important. Apparently their house bordered a marsh. There were magical creatures like gnomes and willow-the-wisp’s hidden among the tall grass and reeds. The goal of the game was to find a magical creature and capture them. The person with the best catch at the end was deemed the winner and had major bragging rights. Ginny called start and she and Ron took off toward the marsh. Harry looked over at Draco. Draco tilted his chin for him to go, so he took off after the other two.
Alone at last, Draco grabbed Percy by the wrist and firmly led him over to the nearest tall grass and crouched down, pulling Percy with him so that they were out of sight of the group on brooms as well as the others searching for magical creatures. Grey eyes piercing, he reached out and grabbed the older boy’s chin to make him look in his eyes. Brown eyes wide behind his glasses, Percy tried to pull away.
“Don’t move,” Draco ordered, voice low.
Percy froze in his grip, his face pale.
“You’re going to tell me what happened to you at Hogwarts,” Draco told him softly, never once blinking or looking away. “I’ll keep it secret if you want, but you will tell me.”
Percy swallowed hard, tears rising in his eyes. He didn’t say a word. He tired pulling away again, but Draco’s grip tightened painfully on his wrist and jaw, hard enough to leave bruises and Percy froze again with a little whimper.
“You can either tell me yourself or I’m going to have to take it from you,” Draco growled, eyes narrowed in a dangerous glare. When Percy still remained silent and trembling in Draco’s grip, Draco shrugged his shoulders and grinned maliciously. “Fine. We’ll do it the hard way.”
Slowly, deliberately, he brought Percy’s hand up to his mouth. Percy’s lips parted as he began to pant softly, his heart thundering hard in his chest. Tears spilled over his cheeks. He looked terrified. Draco put the boy’s index finger in his mouth and softly bit down. Percy tried to jerk away, for real this time, but Draco threw his weight forward and pinned the boy to the ground. He bit down, tearing Percy’s skin and let the boy’s hot blood splash on his tongue.
I need to know what’s at Hogwarts. I need to know what hurt him. I have to protect Harry, he thought with diamond hard will and felt his power stir at the pit of his stomach.
The blood on his tongue seemed to take on a thicker quality, it spread and coated the inside of his mouth and the back of his throat. Eyelids fluttering closed, Draco felt silence descend on his ears as the secret in Percy’s blood unfolded.
… It was dark… Dark and something heavy was crawling on him… A man, flabby and musky… He was breathing fast but quietly as if he didn’t want to be heard… Terrified, unable to move or scream… Pressed face-down, the feel of something hard and slick between his thighs and against his butt… So scared, so confused… The friction’s hot and makes his skin painfully raw until he’s wet and slick… But no one sees, no one hears… Not even when the man gasp-grunts and splatters his back with something hot and smelly… In the light, there’s nothing there; no man, no marks, nothing… Just a bad dream. A nightmare. Not real… But no matter how much he tells himself that, in the dark, he’s held down, helpless, so utterly terrified… Alone. Friendless… Ashamed… He’s going crazy…
Percy held perfectly still on his back, hardly breathing. His arms lay limp beside him, one finger bleeding sluggishly into the dirt. He stared up at the blond boy who was on his hands and knees above him with wonder. With his white blond hair falling around his face, tears dripped from the little kid's cheeks and chin, but he didn’t look sad or scared. He looked furious. Eyes gone silver, he stared into Percy and Percy knew. He knew that Draco knew his secret. Draco knew, but he wasn’t laughing or calling him crazy or a liar. He knew, and he was pissed!
Hands clawing into the dirt, Draco panted through his rage as the physical impressions from the vision faded from his mind. He felt like howling. How dare they! Remus and Andromeda and Dora! How dare they claim Hogwarts is so great! It was still happening! There were kids inside those walls being held down and raped, and they had the gall to act like everything was fine! That it was safe; that Harry would be safe! Draco had almost bought into it, but he knew now, knew that nowhere was safe. That they were still out there: people who’d want to fuck them, people who’d want to use them. They’d be after Harry’s fame, his pretty face. They’d be after Draco’s power and name. They’d always be out there, and Hogwarts wasn’t going to be any different. A soft whimper drew his attention to the helpless kid underneath him; Percy was pale and drawn, tormented.
Draco bent his arms so their faces were closer together. “You don’t know who’e is, do ya?” he whispered.
“No,” Percy whispered back, tears welling in his eyes once more. “Is he real?”
Draco flashed a blood-thirsty grin. “Oh, they’re real, the fuckers… But so’m I.”
He pinned the boy with a fierce look. This kid could be useful to him. He’d be Draco’s eyes and ears in Hogwarts. He’d show Draco the truth about what was going on there unlike the others who were either too naive or were trying to manipulate him.
“You want my help? I can make it so he don’t touch ya ever again, but you’d owe me. You’d owe me forever.”
Percy gasped in a breath wet with tears. He let out a soft sob before catching it. Closing his eyes, he nodded.
“Look at me!” Draco barked, raising his voice for the first time. “You want this, you look at me! Swear. On your life and magic. Swear you’ll owe me forever.”
Percy opened his eyes. He bit his lips so hard it bled. “Yes,” he said, crying openly now. “I want it. I’ll owe you forever. I swear it on my life and magic. Just make the man go away. Make the dark safe. Please.” Unable to take it anymore, he covered his face with his hands and wept.
Draco climbed off the kid and sat next to him. “Shit,” he cursed. Looking at his muddy hands, he realized they were shaking. The vision had hit him hard. He’d almost forgotten how real it’d felt to taste Harry’s blood and see the boy’s name in his mind, to know his birthday and feel the weight of the Darkness hunting Harry. It’d felt so real, and the knowledge of what was coming for Harry still drove him, although lately it had faded a bit. Pandora’s experiments had scared him off, but he remembered now and he wanted that Blackness off of Harry’s core as much as ever.
Percy’s sobs finally came to a stop. The kid weakly pushed himself up into a sitting position next to him. His eyes were red-rimmed behind his thin silver glasses and he rubbed at them tiredly.
“You’ll talk yer mom into lettin’ us stay the night,” Draco ordered, staring the boy down. “You got a room to yerself?”
“Share with Ron,” Percy rasped as he dragged his arm across his nose.
Draco gave him a hard look. “If you want me ta make the man go away forever, prove it. Make it so that Harry and I are in the room alone with you.”
Percy nodded his head numbly.
Draco stared at him a moment longer before getting up and walking away. He followed the sounds of Ron, Ginny, and Harry’s voices, mind whirling. As soon as they were back at the manor, he’d have Lucius contact Pandora. He had to save Harry, but first he was going to save Percy.
Molly’s voice called out from the house. It was time to go to the races. She had packed a light lunch that Bill and Charlie carried for them in two picnic baskets. Smiling, Arthur held out a muddy boot. Draco sighed, gripped Harry’s hand tightly in his own, and grabbed hold of a dangling shoestring. The portkey flung them to a field where a race track and stands had been set up.
Draco hardly paid attention. Harry liked watching the horses, but he didn’t really care about who won or lost. Harry would smile as Ron and Ginny jumped around like maniacs whenever their horses came in first. Dora wasn’t much better than them. She kept screaming out ‘yee-haw’ if her horse won, much to Andromeda’s mortification. The twins were especially interested. They kept whispering together and giggling like mad. Molly was clearly worried and kept trying to figure out what they were doing, but it was useless. They’d just move further away from her and stick out their tongues. Percy stayed quiet. He hung back, pale and drawn. Molly fretted over him, worried that he was sick, but was kept busy with everything else. So when they arrived back at the Burrow and Percy asked if Draco and Harry could stay the night with him, she agreed immediately.
“Are you sure?” Dora asked. Her hair was cherry-red and shoulder-length, falling into her blue eyes as she pouted at them. She only had three more days with them before they returned to Malfoy Manor. She wouldn’t really get to see them again for eight months, not until they returned to Andromeda’s in August.
“It’s just one night,” Draco reassured her. “Percy has really interesting books. I’d like to stay.”
Of course all Harry had to do was make his eyes big and pleading before Andromeda caved immediately. She looked to Molly with a questioning smile. “You’re sure you really don’t mind, Molly?”
“It’ll be my pleasure,” the older witch promised, delighted. She pulled Draco and Harry into her arms for a hug, pressing them up against her amble bosom. “They’re so polite it’ll be no trouble at all. I’m glad Percy has made friends to be honest.”
It didn’t take much more maneuvering for Percy to arrange it so that Ron had to share with Ginny for the night. Percy and Ron’s room was on the second floor. Ginny’s room was directly across the hall. Ron and Ginny tried to hang out with them, but Percy firmly sent them on their way and shut the door. That left them alone, staring at each other, listening to Ron’s angry voice as it faded away.
* Someone’s been hurting him like Raymond hurt me and the way they hurt you in the Basement, * Draco explained, still staring Percy down. * I’m going to mark him, so they can’t do it anymore. You okay with that, Harry? *
- shock sympathy compassion - Harry grabbed Draco’s hand and leaned into him, offering him support. He looked at Percy with gentle green eyes. “Draco will take care of you,” he promised, trying to reassure the older boy.
Percy fidgeted, pale and flushed at the same time. He looked terrified and desperate. His slightly curly, red hair hung over his forehead. It was short in the back, but curled over his ears and forehead. Skinny with hunched shoulders and glasses, he looked weak, an easy target, but not when Draco got through with him.
“Dobby,” Draco called with deliberate force.
A long second elapsed before there was a soft pop and the small house-elf appeared. “Young Master called Dobby, sir?” he asked with wide-eyes.
“Can the Weasleys’ tell you’re here?” he asked while jerking his chin slightly, signaling Harry to get Percy ready.
Harry gave a nod and moved to Percy’s side, gently guiding the older boy into taking his shirt off. Percy was so distracted by the House Elf that he obeyed the small brunet without thinking.
“No, Young Master. Not if Dobby doesn’t mess with the house and magics here,” the little elf answered earnestly.
“I need your help again, Dobby.” Draco turned and faced him, placing his hands on Dobby’s tiny shoulders. “I’m going to give Percy a tattoo like Harry’s. You said it’s linked to my magic, right?”
Dobby looked shocked, but he answered, “Yes, Young Master.”
“I want it to hurt anyone who hurts him. Do you understand? I want it to do what my magic does.”
Dobby began to twist his ears. “I’s not sure… Young Master’s magic was already in Harry Potter before the mark, sir… That’s why it works like that, sir…”
“I’ll put my blood in the ink,” Draco suggested. “My magic likes blood. Would that help?”
Dobby's eyes lit up as he considered that and he nodded like a bobble-head doll. “Yes, Young Master! Yes, I’s thinking that be working!”
“Okay. Get what you need and make sure the Weasleys don’t know what we’re doing in here.”
Draco turned away from the elf to see Percy, his whole body trembling, sitting on the edge of the bed. Harry sat next to him, completely naked, but Percy was still wearing his smalls, clearly refusing to take them off no matter what Harry said.
Draco stepped over to his boy and ran his hand through his hair, calming him. * You did great, Harry. I’ll do the rest. Be ready. *
Harry nodded and crawled over so that he was lying on the far side of the bed, his green eyes watching Draco trustingly.
Draco began to casually strip.
Percy’s eyes went so wide that Draco thought they’d pop out of his head before the boy turned his face away in embarrassment.
“They used ta hurt me, too, ya know? The men in the dark.”
Percy gasped, head whipping back around. He gasped again as took in Draco’s heavily scarred body.
“Yeah. They hurt me.” Draco stepped forward and captured Percy’s jaw once more. “But I made them stop and they never touched me again.”
Percy swallowed hard, staring up at Draco with desperate hope.
“It’s gonna hurt, it’s gonna be weird, and you’re not going to like it, but when it’s done, it’ll be over, and I give you my word no one will ever touch you like that again,” Draco promised fiercely. He studied the boy’s frightened face. “You still want my help?”
Percy chewed on his lip and fidgeted some more, but he nodded his head. “Yes. Yes, I want him to go away.”
“Then ya gotta trust me.” Draco took the kid’s glasses off and stepped back. He met Percy’s eyes squarely. “Take your clothes off.”
Percy bit his lip hard, but he got to his feet. He hesitated a long moment before he yanked his smalls down and scurried under the covers.
Draco gently brushed his red hair with his fingers. “Good.” He pushed Percy over so that he was in the middle of the bed and climbed in next to him. “One more thing.” He grabbed a fistful of Percy’s hair and forced him to look toward Harry. His voice dropped, became soft and ice-cold with threat. “Harry’s mine, Percy. You do anything ta hurt ‘em and I’ll tear you apart, got it?”
Percy winced as Draco pulled on his hair. “Yes. I understand.”
Draco snorted. No way did Percy understand, but he’d make sure the lesson stuck if the kid ever crossed the line. “Good.”
Dobby returned with another soft pop. “I’s got it, Young Master.”
Draco gently maneuvered Percy so that he was lying mostly on his stomach and draped over Harry’s chest. Harry wrapped the kid in his arms and looked over his head, holding Draco’s gaze. Draco stared into Harry’s green eyes. Harry and Percy didn’t know it, but this was for Harry. Percy would help keep Harry safe at Hogwarts.
“I want it to be a snake. A small one. Here at the base of his spine,” Draco explained as he pulled down the blanket.
Percy whimpered. His skin jumped as Draco touched him right at the small of his back. Harry hushed him and held tighter as Percy instinctively jerked at the touch. He began to cry. Dobby knelt as close as he could get to Percy’s hip. He had the ink and needle ready.
Draco pinned Percy’s legs with his knees and bit into his palm. Blood splattered down, hitting Percy’s pale butt and back. Draco never once looked away from Harry. He imagined Hogwarts, huge and overwhelming with a sea of kids. Pictured Dumbledore’s manipulative, sparkling blue eyes. He felt again that horrible Darkness pressing down on Harry, waiting to gobble him up. He’d need help and Percy was going to give it to him. Someone was using Percy’s body in the dark where no one could see. Just like Raymond had used Draco. Even now the taste of that bastard’s cum was sharp in Draco’s memory. He’d never forget it. The hatred that lived in Draco’s soul came to a boil and his power screamed in answer. It filled his blood with poison as it dripped down to mix with the ink as Dobby worked.
‘Not yet. Wait,’ he told his magic. ‘You’re not for the kid, he’s to be kept safe. I want to kill the bastard fucking him.’ The feeling of being held down on a bed in the dark, of being pressed down and used as the man’s slimy dick rutted against him burned like an inferno in his mind’s eye. ‘When he comes, that’s when you’ll destroy him. Stay quiet until then…’
It seemed to last a single moment. The sounds of Percy’s pained whimpers and muffled cries, Harry’s voice murmuring soft nothings, and the driving force of Draco's hatred, it all bled into a smear of rage and sound until he was suddenly collapsing sideways, vision going dark and tunneling in. Dobby was saying something, but he had no idea what. He could hardly catch his breath. Panicked, his body spasmed. He’d never felt so empty; he was crashing. His heart stuttered in his chest…
Then Harry was crawling over him. Warm fingers brushed his hair gently back, the touch filled with love. Draco whimpered, feeling like that boy in the Hold again, frozen through and devoid of life. Harry’s touch was salvation. His heart gave a single hard beat before stopping again.
Those fingers trailed down his face, over his eyes and cheeks and lips. They brushed his throat. Tears fell from Draco’s eyes as he tried to see his boy, but everything was a dark blur. He arched with a gasp as a warm mouth surrounded his nipple and Harry began to suck. His heart kicked again, then again, trying to beat…
* Love you, anything for you, protect you, mine, Harry, just please don’t stop, * he babbled incoherently through the bond.
- LOVE protectiveness purpose - Harry released Draco's nipple with a soft pop and looked adoringly up at the blond's face. He looked grey, his eyes dark and empty, as if all the light had been drained from him. His breathing was too fast and shallow. Harry slid up so he could softly kiss Draco’s lips. “I’ll fix you,” he whispered into his ear. “Love you so much. Yours, I’m yours…”
Harry pressed himself against the blond, laying over his chest and settling between his parted thighs, skin to skin. He kissed Draco’s lips again as he began to rock his hips. Warmth filled Harry’s chest until it felt like it would burst with love for this boy who took care of him, loved him, protected him, who gave so much to protect others including Percy.
Tears burned his cheeks as they fell and Harry felt the magic build. The bond swelled with the push-pull of their magics locking together in sync with the rocking of their hips. Harry slid his hand down Draco’s arm and grabbed the blond’s wrist. He pulled the slowly bleeding hand to his mouth and latched on. He sucked hot blood into his mouth and felt the sizzle of Draco’s magic filling his center.
Draco was moaning now, loud and long. His other hand clumsily grabbed for Harry’s hip, pulling the smaller boy harder against him. Harry rocked faster, eyes fastened to Draco’s face, watching as the grey faded from his skin and Draco’s eyes began to brighten.
Sweat slicked their bodies and they began to slide more fluidly. Faster until they were grunting and grabbing at each other in desperation; the magic slammed through them like a tsunami. Harry’s body arched in a rigid line as he bit down on the now unbroken skin of Draco’s hand. Throbbing from he'd to toe, he collapsed over Draco, panting and shaking with pleasure.
Draco wrapped Harry in a hug. He lay there, limp as a cooked noodle, for a long moment before be brushed Harry’s damp bangs from his forehead. Sleepy green eyes peered back at him. Draco kissed his lightning scar and propped himself up carefully to check on Percy.
The kid lay sprawled on his stomach next to them. A red snake, curled up almost into a ball, sat at the base of the kid's spine. It was perfectly healed - most likely from the overflow of Harry’s healing magic. The deep blood red was almost metallic with each tiny scale shaded in black. The snake was about half the size of Draco’s fist and a forth of the size of Harry’s dragon. As he watched, yellow-green eyes opened and the tiny mouth yawned. A bead of poison tipped a delicate fang.
Satisfied that all was well, Draco grabbed the covers and flopped back down, covering all three of them. He groaned as he realized the sun was coming up. It had been over eight hours since they had started. Harry cuddled up against him, already asleep, and Draco couldn’t help smiling. Holding Harry close, he closed his eyes.
…
Percy had been terrified and had wanted to back out when they had started taking off their clothes. I mean, what could two little kids do? It was crazy! But the way Draco looked at him, it was so… strong, so certain. And it was Harry Potter! They all grew up hearing tales of Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived. He did the impossible. He defeated You-Know-Who as a baby. The memory of being held down by a man in the dark was never far away. He felt sick and dirty. He’d do anything to get it to stop. So he took off his clothes and got into bed.
He hated it when Draco had pushed him over onto his stomach, but Harry was so nice. There was no judgment in his eyes. He seemed older, like Draco did, somehow. Percy felt weirdly comforted. But then it hurt! It burned and froze at the same time, and he thought he was going to go mad from it! It went on and on. He had to bite down on a pillow to keep from screaming. If Draco wasn’t holding down his legs and Harry wasn’t squeezing him so tight, he would have flung them both to the floor. It HURT so much! But as it went on the feeling of hands gripping him and a heavy body pressing him down faded. He felt almost clean, like he was free.
In a numb haze, he realized he didn’t hurt so bad anymore. He felt light. Moaning sounded from beside him and he cracked his eyes open to see Harry on top of Draco. They were rocking together and something was building in the room. Something that pressed and pulled in pulsing waves. Draco’s mouth was open, his eyes closed. Harry was clutching Draco’s hand to his mouth as he rolled and rocked his hips faster and faster. His eyes were wild, light illuminating the green so that they glowed faintly. Then it was as if lightning struck. Harry arched back, tense as a board. Draco’s eyes flew open, a shinning silver, as they stared up at Harry. A wall of magic hit Percy and his mind snapped off.
He woke to the sound of Ron banging on the door. “It’s time for breakfast! Come on!”
Percy sat up slowly. He expected to hurt, to feel shaky or broken, but he felt great. He hadn’t felt this way since before Hogwarts. Wide-eyed he turned to the side to see Harry sprawled across the blond’s chest, snoring softly. Grey eyes blinked sleepily open. Percy stared back, not sure what to say.
“Hey! Percy! You up? Why’s the door locked?” Ron called, banging again. “What’s so special about your stupid books anyway?”
“We’re up!” Percy yelled back. “Go away!” He knew he’d pay for that later. Ron would be pouty and pissed all day.
Draco and Harry completely ignored the exchange. They were up and pulling on their clothes. They kept brushing each other’s arms and shoulders with their hands, their eyes kept meeting. It wasn’t much different from Fred and George, but the memory of the two boys rocking together was burned on the back of his eyes and made him blush fiercely even though he wasn’t sure why. He knew instinctively that want Draco and Harry did last night was secret and probably naughty. Something like what the man had done with him, but at the same time completely different.
Sharp grey eyes cut over to him. “Come here.”
Percy climbed out of bed and shakily pulled on his smalls. Draco stopped him from putting any more clothes on, so he stood there blushing and sweating and completely panicked.
Draco tugged Harry closer by his hand and turned Percy so that they were behind him. Percy shifted nervously making Draco roll his eyes. * Can you talk to it, Harry? *
Harry obediently stared at the snake. It was curled up, it’s head resting over a its own coils. “Can you hear me?” he asked carefully, brow scrunched in concentration.
Small yellow eyes opened as the triangular head lifted. It didn’t answer back.
Harry looked to Draco for more instructions.
* Tell it to protect Percy and bite anyone who holds him down and takes off his clothes, * Draco ordered.
Harry obediently passed on the message, adding, “If he’s ever crying, you can move so he can see you.” Being able to see the white dragon embedded under his skin was a huge comfort to Harry. Percy might like the reminder Draco was protecting him, too.
“Wh-what are you d-doing?” Percy whispered fearfully. The soft hissing noises from behind him made the hairs on his arms stand on end.
“We’re done,” Draco said, releasing the grip he’d had on Percy’s hips, preventing him from moving while Harry spoke to the snake. “Get dressed. I don’t have to tell you not to show anyone your back, do I?”
Percy shook his head quickly and practically threw his clothes on.
At breakfast, Draco and Harry acted no differently than they had the day before. Fred and George were doing their back and forth thing, Ginny was trying to get Harry’s attention, Ron was glaring down at every bite he took, Charlie and Bill were talking about school, Mum was cooking, and Dad was reading the paper. It was like the whole world hadn’t completely and utterly changed the night before.
Percy’s heart began to pound in his chest. He felt so lost and confused! He stared at the blond desperately, needing something. Reassurance maybe? Or acknowledgement that last night had really happened and he wasn’t losing his mind?
Sensing his gaze, Draco looked over at him and it was as if something not quite human looked out from his grey eyes. Strangely, Percy’s heart began to slow. He wasn’t afraid. Somehow those steel grey eyes made him feel safe, told him last night was real, that the magic worked and the man would never come again in the dark. Percy ducked his head, a smile brushing his lips.
“How was your visit, hon?” his mum asked, pulling him into a hug as the Draco and Harry flooed away.
Percy pushed his glasses up his nose and gave her a small smile. “Fine.”
Later that day, he caught Fred and George making bets by owl on other races. Apparently they had won five galleons at the Boxing Day race and were looking to increase their winnings. Percy snatched away their betting parchment and the bag holding the galleons.
“Gambling is dangerous! What would have happened if you had lost? Mum and Dad would have been forced to pay for you, and you know money is tight after Yule,” he scolded them fiercely.
“Give that back!” the two boys yelled furiously, jumping to their feet to glare up at their older brother.
Percy turned and ran. The twins chased him and would have caught him, but he made it to the kitchen door just as he felt two hands grab the back of his shirt. “Mum! Fred and George are gambling!” he yelled.
The twins glared hotly as they were sent outside with stinging bottoms and were told to weed the garden as punishment. As they slunk past their older bother, they muttered about how they liked it better when Percy first came back from school. Percy ignored them.
Once the twins were gone, Mum gave Percy a huge hug and a cookie. “I know they aren’t easy little brothers to have, but you’re a good big brother, Percy.”
Smiling, Percy went in search of Bill and Charlie.
Chapter end.
A/N: I am dying to know what you guys think of this chapter! Would you believe me when I tell you that I had NO IDEA this was going to happen? Is it brilliant or did you find it unnecessary?
Be on the lookout for the Epilogue around Mother’s Day! Freedom Bound in Chains is officially ending. :D
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