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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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Chapter List
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Reunion
Harry slowly opened his eyes. At first, he didn’t know where he was, but he wasn’t upset by it. He could feel himself breathing slow and even. He felt almost numb, like he was dreaming. There was an almost-sound filling his ears, a sensation of static. Nothing hurt, but nothing felt real, either.
The room he was in was shadowed, a single candle creating a gentle yet flickering light. The ceiling had stars painted on a blue-black expanse, the walls that surrounded him were an ivory white, and the antique furniture was a dark brown. There were three doors: one on the same wall the bed was set against, one in the wall to the right, and one set in the wall at his feet. All three doors were shut. A large, curtained window took up half of the wall to the left. He knew this place, but he couldn’t make the connection to it, couldn’t put a name to where he was.
…
Draco sat at the desk in the sitting room outside of their bedroom. The bond with Harry had been still, a sense of presence but no real emotion, when suddenly static hummed through his chest. Draco straightened in his seat, his whole body coming to attention as he lifted his head from the transcript of Hempo the Foul’s writings. Dobby appeared with a pop, but Draco didn’t need the elf to tell him that Harry was awake. He knew. The little elf caught one look at Draco’s intensely focused expression and disappeared again without saying a single word.
For a long second, Draco stood outside the bedroom door just listening to the bond. He wanted to understand what Harry felt in order to give him what he needed, but the static was too neutral to get a hold of. Turning the knob, Draco stepped into the room and shut the door quietly behind him.
Harry lay in the bed several feet away from him and a little to the right. His head turned toward the door. In the light of the candle, his eyes looked completely blank. Draco shuddered, his hand spasming almost painfully tight around the doorknob he still held. Then, like a firework, recognition sparked and flared, and a burst of emotion crashed through the bond.
- LOVE NEED JOY ANXIETY -
Tears filled suddenly bright green eyes and a soft, barely-there whine rose from Harry’s parted lips. Draco smiled, soft at first and then wider, as he moved quickly across the room. Eyes burning with tears, a mirror to Harry’s own, Draco crawled onto the bed and scooped his boy into his arms.
With a soft cry, Harry clutched at Draco’s sweater so tightly that his little fists shook. Taking gasping breaths, heart pounding a mile a minute, he pressed his face against the blond’s neck, just breathing in the scent that was uniquely Draco. It grounded him, gave him a sense of safety that unlocked all the stress and anxiety and fear that he’d kept packed down tight under his mask and, suddenly, he burst into loud, desperate sobs.
Draco held Harry just as tightly. One arm curled around Harry’s back, his hand sinking into Harry’s wild, black hair and fisting it. The other arm went low around Harry’s waist, his fingers gripping firmly at Harry’s hip.
Draco pressed his cheek against the side of Harry’s head and closed his eyes tight, tears sliding down his cheeks. “Shhh. I’ve got you. I’m here now,” he whispered over and over, a litany of love and reassurance. He curled around Harry as much as he could and tried to press him into his body.
Harry clung and cried. He was completely non-verbal, but eventually his cries lost strength. His grip loosened and he went limp in Draco’s strong grip.
“That’s it. Let it all go,” Draco praised. He pressed kisses to Harry’s temple until Harry’s breathing evened out and his tears came to a stop.
Draco turned so his back was against the headboard and pulled Harry between his legs. Harry moved with him, pliant and sweet, as Draco shifted him sideways in his lap. Draco’s left leg curled around and supported Harry’s lower back while both of Harry’s legs draped over Draco’s right thigh. With a sigh, Harry let his head rest on the blond’s shoulder. Draco cradled the back of Harry’s head and firmly gripped his soft hair once more.
“Dobby,” Draco called, but his eyes remained locked on Harry’s face, drinking it in.
Harry stared back with open - devotion need.
The little elf appeared with a pop. “Yes, young master?” he asked quietly, almost reverently.
“Bring us a tray of finger foods and a tall glass of cool water.”
Draco’s will was done and within five minutes there was a silver tray with food on the bed next to Harry’s hip, between Draco’s legs. A tall glass of water was placed within reach on the nightstand.
Draco took up the glass first. He brought it to Harry’s lips and stared deep into Harry’s eyes as the boy drank in soft, gentle swallows. Harry’s subconscious stirred; he was cradled on his back against Draco’s chest, drinking almost as if from a bottle. Something deep in Harry’s soul began to flutter and Draco lovingly kissed Harry’s cheek, drinking in the boy’s fresh tears.
Harry finished the glass and Draco set it aside. Not looking away from Harry’s light green eyes, Draco took up a finger sandwich. It was small enough that could be eaten in two bites. He held it between his pointer finger and thumb and brought his hand to Harry’s mouth. At the feeling of Draco gently caressing his soft bottom lip with his middle finger, Harry obediently parted his lips.
His whole world narrowed down to Draco’s intense eyes and the feeling of being fed. As a toddler and a child, he’d been routinely starved. The gaping emptiness of his stomach, the weakness and mental fog he lived with for so many years… It made the act of being fed when his stomach felt so empty from being unconscious for over a day was so momentous it was impossible to put into words.
Harry’s teeth closed over the perfectly soft bread, the flavor of the deliciously delicate egg salad settling onto his tongue, and whimpered helplessly. He belonged to Draco heart, mind, and body, but this… This broke him down in a fundamental way. Reached so deep inside him that his very foundations trembled. Harry came completely undone, utterly exposed, and lay helpless in Draco’s arms.
Draco felt an inferno begin swirling deep in his core as Harry’s complete and utter submission, deeper than ever before, saturated the bond. His body literally tingled wherever it came in contact with Harry’s. His attention was riveted on the bond and the sensation of Harry’s lips and mouth against his fingers.
Smiling, eyes glittering, Draco ran his finger in gentle swipes along the outside of Harry’s teeth and pink gums as the boy chewed. He was entranced with the way Harry’s throat worked as he swallowed every offering and thrilled in the soft sounds of complete surrender that escaped.
Harry stared up at Draco, tears rolling down flushed cheeks. He chewed and swallowed and held his mouth open to Draco’s fingers. His hands curled into the sheet under him, his back arched gracefully, and his heart pounded fast as the empty pit of his stomach began to fill.
Enthralled by the drool that spilled from the corners of Harry’s lips, Draco stroked Harry’s tongue between bites and held it between his fingers just to feel the involuntary, undulating movements of the slick muscle. Releasing it, Draco made teasing swipes at the roof of the boy’s mouth and pinched Harry’s bottom lip. Draco held it open to watch Harry’s saliva pool. With spit-slicked fingers, Draco wrapped his hand around Harry's throat just above the black collar to feel him swallow. The sensation of Harry’s throat working against his palm made Draco shiver, his cheeks flushing a rosy-red with desire.
Draco opened the next sandwich, peeling the two pieces of bread away from each other. He discarded one half and rubbed the cucumber spread of the other around Harry’s mouth - along the inside of each cheek, over the roof of his mouth, and painted his lips. Heart pounding hard and smooth in his chest, Draco watched as Harry hung his mouth open and let Draco rub the sandwich gently over his tongue, back and forth over and over, until it grew too soggy. Draco released it for Harry to chew and spread his fingers, stretching the boy’s lips wide to watch.
When the last of that piece had been swallowed, Draco snatched the next tiny sandwich and shoved the whole thing into Harry’s waiting mouth and then immediately another. Harry gagged, but he remained pliant and trusting in Draco’s arms. His tongue rolled the large mouthful to the side, making his cheek bulge as he worked on chewing.
Eyes burning with heat, Draco pressed at the ball of bread from the outside of Harry’s cheek. He felt it give and squish under his touch and he played with it, pinching and stroking, until Harry had swallowed it all. By this point, Harry’s mouth and chin were wet and shiny, messy with crumbs and drool. Draco shivered as a bolt of pure lust shot down his spine. His dick grew harder than it had ever gotten before, but it was background noise. All of his attention was riveted to Harry’s sweet lips.
Draco was breathing hard, nearly panting, as he plunged his first two fingers back into Harry’s now empty mouth. He pressed down on the back of the boy’s undulating tongue and opened the boy's throat. Harry gagged, his throat fluttering and constricting around Draco’s fingers, and Draco groaned from deep in his chest. As Draco’s fingers slid back out, Harry’s tongue chased after them, his mouth hanging open.
- need submission desire -
Harry’s pupils had blown wide, black nearly swallowing the green. He was gone. That blissed out look, the sloppy mouth, the overwhelming feedback pouring through the bond, all of it combined to make Draco’s mind haze over, and Draco roughly fisted the boy’s hair, pulling Harry’s head back.
With an audible growl, Draco lapped hungrily into Harry’s gaping mouth. Ran his tongue over the boy’s lips, licked at his teeth, and thrust against Harry’s tongue with his own. The moist cavern tasted of fresh bread, cucumbers and whipped eggs. Harry was so fucking delicious that Draco was practically drooling a puddle into Harry’s open mouth. In response, Harry arched sensually, eyes rolling back in his head, and began sucking and slurping at Draco’s lips, the sounds electrifying Draco’s nerves.
Draco rolled his body around and over Harry’s, straddling the boy’s waist. He used both hands to keep Harry’s head where it was. He was half-sitting up and, with Draco lifting onto his knees, it put Harry’s slick lips right at the level of Draco’s jean-covered crotch.
- LUST submission need - Green eyes nearly swallowed by black stared up at him with perfect trust and want. Drool slid from the corners of Harry’s open lips, further soaking his chin.
Nearly gasping for breath, Draco quickly popped open his jeans and shoved them down to his thighs. Using that same hand, the one not holding Harry’s head steady, Draco gasped the base of his dick and slid the spongy head over the boy’s lower lip and into his ready mouth.
* Keep your mouth open, * Draco’s moaned directly into Harry’s mind. His attention was locked on Harry’s wanton expression. He drank in the voracious pleasure that pulsed down the bond. * So good. So pretty. Always perfect for me. *
Harry’s whole body arched upward toward Draco’s, a sensual wave, as a whine of pure hunger curled up Harry’s spine. He wrapped his arms around Draco’s legs, clinging with all his strength. His long, black lashes fluttered, mimicking his throat as he worked to swallow down a flood of saliva.
Draco slid his cock in and out of the boy’s open mouth, just rubbing it along the boy’s tongue and cheeks, getting it soaked with spit. He groaned as Harry’s tongue writhed against the sensitive underside. Each of Harry’s gasping breaths blew hot air around Draco’s sensitive, wet cock. His pulse like thunder in his ears, Draco rocked forward and hit the back of Harry’s throat.
Harry gagged, eyes wide and hungry. His hands clutched at Draco tighter, holding him close. Draco gasped in wide-eyed wonder as the extra hardness of his cock let him press deeper, the head of his dick slipping into the boy’s throat where it closed tight around him, constricting. Draco’s toes curled and he gave a long, low cry as he pulled his hips back, his dick dragging once more over Harry’s silk-soft tongue.
Before Harry could even catch his breath, Draco pressed back in hungrily, shivering as Harry’s throat again squeezed closed around him. Draco held himself there for almost two minutes, groaning long and low at the sensation, before pulling his hips back and breaking that gentle seal.
Harry went limp, held up only by Draco’s hands fisted in his hair. All conscious thought was obliterated by the rolling of Draco’s hips pushing and pulling like the tide. Harry coughed and gasped every time Draco pulled out of his throat. His hands clawed softly at the jeans bunched under Draco’s ass. Draco pressed in and out of his throat, cutting off his air and making him gag.
Harry’s shirt was soaked with spit by this point as he kept his mouth hanging obediently open. His mind was a whirl, his body on fire. Draco’s silver eyes bore into him from way above him, burning with a scorching, hungry heat. Pleasure was building in his gut, electrifying his nerves, tightening his nipples. The feel of Draco in his throat, controlling his every breath, got tangled up with the sense-memory of Draco feeding him and Harry was flying so high his whole body felt on fire.
Like an animal, Harry moaned and slurped and gasped, hugging the head of Draco’s cock with his throat for as long as he could, starving for it, and suddenly his vision flared white as his body arched off the bed. His cock exploded, shocks shooting down every nerve, and a black wave hot, throbbing pleasure crashed over him and swept him away. Harry’s eyes rolled up, his arms and mouth fell slack, as he blacked out.
Draco gave a hoarse yell. He fisted Harry’s hair and wildly bounced in and out of Harry’s throat, splattering the inside of the boy’s mouth with cum again and again and again. He came so hard his vision went black, his body twitching with minute spasms that felt like earthquakes. It seemed to go on forever until Draco slipped messily from Harry’s sloppy lips and collapsed on his side.
Vision still filled with throbbing black spots, body shaking, Draco nonetheless grabbed Harry’s jaw and turned the boy’s face toward him. Heart thudding fast and furious, Draco stared fascinated at the thick, white cum that coated his boy’s mouth and oozed out the corners of his cherry-red lips.
He held Harry’s mouth open and dipped trembling fingers in to scoop as much out as he could. It was thicker than the clear stuff that normally came out of him and there was more of it than usual. Panting, Draco rolled it between his fingers, all too familiar with the tacky feel. This was the same stuff that shot out of Raymond and all those other fuckers. Draco stared, fascinated, unable to look away.
Harry weakly gasped and coughed, eyes fluttering as he came slowly back into awareness. He swallowed several times to get Draco’s sticky stuff out of his mouth and rolled limply onto his side, tears soaking his face. He felt raw and yet whole for the first time in a long time. His body felt like it was vibrating softly.
- love gratitude need - Harry pushed himself a little higher up on the bed so that he’d be even with the blond. Looking demurely into Draco’s eyes, his begged, voice raspy and sweet, “Please? Please, Draco?”
Draco’s eyes refocused on Harry and the frown that had begun to form faded. He smiled and wrapped his arm around Harry, pulling him closer, their foreheads resting together. “Yes,” he said, voice low, granting Harry permission, and let the boy take his cum-coated fingers into his mouth.
Still trembling, Harry closed this eyes in soul-deep relief as he sucked and slurped at Draco's fingers. It was a bit bitter and had a sticky texture, but the sheer fact that Draco had given this to him, had felt pleasure with him and was letting Harry wash him clean, was so overwhelming that Harry teared up once more. He didn’t want to miss a drop, wanted to drink it all down, needed to thank Draco with all that he was.
Draco whispered gentle words of love and praise into Harry’s ear as he stroked Harry’s hair and back with his free hand. Slowly, Harry calmed, his sucking gentled until Draco’s fingers lay limp in his mouth. He stared into Draco’s eyes with utter - love devotion. It made Draco’s heart constrict.
* Love you, Harry, * he said with perfect truth. * You’re mine. Forever. I’m always going to take care of you. *
Harry whimpered - LOVE gratitude submission. Crystalline tears glittered on his lashes as he suckled gently at Draco’s fingers.
“Harry, I want to know what happened while I was out,” Draco ordered softly, never looking away from his boy’s eyes. He slid his fingers from Harry’s mouth and caressed the boy’s swollen lips. “Walk me through each day. I want to be there with you. I want to know what you were thinking and feeling. Leave nothing out.”
Harry began slowly, voice hushed between them. He told Draco how the God had come to him, the universe in Her eyes. How the God asked him to dance and Harry agreed, telling Her, “for Draco”. It felt like he’d danced forever when the God stopped him.
“The God told me you were going to be tested. She brought me to a forest. It was so familiar…” Harry closed his eyes, remembering. “You stood between two vine-covered trees, naked and dirty.” Harry’s voice began to tremble softly. “You were bleeding along your sides and there were cuts on your upper arms. You promised me you were going to come back and rubbed your cheek against mine. Then you left me. I tried to follow, but She held my arm. A snow gust flew into my face, blinding me. I stepped forward and stepped out into the courtyard at Hogwarts. Narcissa was there. She tried to talk to me, but I was looking for you. You were collapsed in the center naked. I was so upset! You promised and the God promised, but seeing you lying there like you were dead…” Harry whimpered.
Draco hushed him and fed him his fingers. He let Harry suck for a few minutes until the - anxiety - that had spiked through the bond quieted.
Harry continued his tale, telling how he’d returned to the Tower that night and how the Weasleys were worried about Draco and really surprised that Harry was wearing a gown. “The twins said I was pretty,” he confessed, blushing with happy surprise. “Ron thought it was really weird, but Percy helped me get undressed. He did his best to take care of me.”
Harry explained how he’d woken late the next morning, confused and cold with Draco gone. How he and the Weasleys had all gone to the Infirmary to visit Draco right away. “Your nose was bleeding and Madam Pomfrey told me to leave.” Harry’s eyes hardened. “I knew you needed me, so I ignored her. I climbed into your bed. It felt so good to be with you. I felt like everything was okay again. I went to that place where I know I’m yours and I kissed you. I felt the warmth leave me and your nose stopped bleeding. I was dizzy afterward and Madam Pomfrey got upset. She told me to eat and rest, told the Weasleys, too.”
Harry explained how they had gone to the kitchen and how he’d gotten so tired, so he’d gone up to sleep in the Tower, even though it wasn’t even lunch time. “I didn’t wake up again until the next morning.” Harry frowned, eyes tearing up. “You weren’t there and my throat hurt to swallow and felt really hot. Ron was sleeping, but I didn’t want him. I wanted you. Needed you. So I went to the Infirmary.”
Harry explained that Madam Pomfrey had realized he was sick and, while she was treating him, Andromeda and Ted had arrived. He described how upset Andromeda had been and Ted’s unusual quietness. “I told them everything. Madam Pomfrey came with a potion and Dumbledore tried to convince Andromeda we should stay until you woke up.” Harry’s expression grew fierce. “Narcissa told me that it might be dangerous to take you away, so I told Andromeda we needed to stay. I told her I would take care of you. That reminded me about the Stone and I decided to protect it since you couldn’t.”
Harry then told Draco about how he’d taken the necklace that Hermione had charmed. “Andromeda and Ted went home after breakfast, and Ron and I went to Hagrid’s.” His voice dropped, heavy with sorrow. Harry closed his eyes, ashamed but unwilling to hide anything from Draco. He told Draco about going into the forest and finding the dead unicorn. Told him how guilty and horrible he'd felt, how he’d remembered what it felt like to kill the beautiful creature.
“I performed the Rite of the Dead,” Harry whispered, eyes shinning with tears. “And it was accepted. The Earth responded even though it was Winter and snow was on the ground. I… I felt like… she could be free… That she wouldn’t suffer anymore…”
- guilt sorrow painful-hope - bled through the bond and Draco pulled Harry close to pepper his face with kisses.
Voice rough with tears, Harry continued his tale. “We went to Hagrid’s cabin after that. Helped Hagrid take care of his egg. We were there all afternoon.” He then told Draco about how they met up with the rest of the Weasleys for dinner and how Remus had sent him an owl. “He said he wanted to meet.”
Harry explained that he'd felt on edge, too tense to sleep, so he’d asked Ron to sleep with him. He then described how the next morning Ron had been panicked and terrified because of a nightmare and how he’d done his best to help him.
“After breakfast, Dumbledore gave Percy, Ron, and me permission to go to Remus’s cabin in Hogsemade. I had to tell the story again about the God and where you were. I was really upset. I just… I just felt like I was doing it all wrong. Ron was having nightmares, Percy was worried, and Remus was upset, but Remus told me he knew I was taking care of you and that made me feel a little better.”
Harry’s eyes flashed up to look at Draco dead-on, suddenly outraged. “But then he told me he knew how to destroy the Stone, but he’d changed his mind on telling me how! I felt so desperate! I had to know what he knew.” Harry described their argument and how he’d convinced Remus in the end.
Harry went on to explain how dangerous Vivificantis serum was, but that Remus had still promised to get some. Remus had also promised to come to the castle to watch over them. Harry explained how Ron and he couldn’t sleep again that night because they were anxious about everything, so they stayed up all night exploring. They’d fallen asleep at dawn on the couch in the Common Room.
“When we woke up, it was Christmas morning. I felt sick,” Harry confessed tearfully. “I had all these gifts and the Weasleys were so happy. I… I wanted you! I didn’t want anything else! But Percy said it was rude not to open the gifts and that I had to write thank you notes.” Sweat beaded up on Harry’s lip. “Narcissa would be so disappointed if I didn’t perform my duties.” Harry shuddered. “I… felt like I was drowning. I couldn’t eat, so when the others went to lunch I snuck into the Infirmary with this cloak that makes me invisible. The tag said it was from my father. I used it to get into bed with you, so Madam Pomfrey wouldn’t make me leave. I stayed with you until dinner.”
Harry told Draco about how Dumbledore hadn’t been at dinner, but that Remus had arrived that night. Ron hadn’t been able to sleep again, so even though Harry felt a bit better about his chances now that Remus was there, he’d stayed up with Ron.
“We found this mirror. It was magic. It showed you what you wanted most. Ron saw himself winning the Cup and stuff, but I…” A cute blush darkened Harry’s cheeks. “I saw us…”
Draco listened intently as Harry described his vision inside the mirror. Harry finished by saying, “It seemed so impossible, like it could never be true, and I just started crying. That’s when Dumbledore came and explained what it did.”
Draco stroked Harry’s hair. “It’ll come true, Harry. You’ll see.”
Harry blushed - hope disbelief.
“What happened next?” Draco prompted with an encouraging smile.
Harry described how he’d spent the next morning in the Infirmary with Remus. “I just… I had to be close to you. I was trying really hard to be strong, I promise, Draco! I just… really needed to be with you.”
Harry explained that at lunch Hagrid had sent an owl, and he and Ron had gone down to watch the dragon hatch. “It was amazing, but then Hagrid us that he’d told the person who gave him the egg all about Fluffy and how to get around him, and I knew! I just knew that it was the enemy and they were going to be ready to go after the Stone soon.”
Harry remembered how after dinner he hadn’t been able to sleep and, again, neither could Ron. Harry explained how Percy found them in the Common Room for the third morning in a row and how upset he’d gotten and that had led to Ron and his brothers fighting.
“Everyone was so upset and I was so tired and worried about the Stone…” Harry bit his lip. “I should have helped Ron, but I couldn’t. I ran away and hid in the infirmary with Remus all day. It was all I could do,” Harry confessed, deeply and truly ashamed of his weakness.
“What happened next?” Draco prompted.
Harry swallowed. “Dumbledore got an owl at dinner. It was a special looking owl and Percy said it was from the Ministry. It made me worried. My stomach was all in knots and I was glad when he said he’d sleep with us that night. I’d just fallen asleep, I think, when the necklace heated up.”
Harry described the harrowing ordeal of getting past the tasks with Percy and his meltdown with Remus. Draco listened very intently as Harry described how the dragon tattoo had come to life when he’d wanted to kill himself to stop it all.
Draco held Harry tightly, sick at the thought of Harry taking his life and fiercely glad the magic that he’d placed in the tattoo had worked. “Your life is mine,” he growled.
“Yes, Draco,” Harry agreed - remorse submission. “I’m sorry.”
“Then what happened?” Draco demanded, still holding the boy tight to his chest.
Trembling, Harry recounted the dangerous battle for the Stone. He confessed how scared and desperate he’d been. “When you came… I almost couldn’t believe it… I didn’t have to throw myself through the fire anymore and I knew you would take care of everything… I just wanted to collapse, but you told me to destroy the Stone,” Harry remembered, heart beating hard, adrenaline sizzling along his nerves. “I didn’t know what to do! Remus was hurt! And you could get hurt, too! I just ran to the troll as fast as I could and used it’s head to pour the Vivificatis serum over the Stone.”
“You did great,” Draco told him, voice thick with emotion. Harry had been through so much! It was a lot to take in. “You did so good.” Harry looked up with such painful hope that Draco’s throat nearly closed. He kissed Harry, deep and long, thrusting his tongue into the boy’s mouth. * Good boy. You were good, Harry. I’m proud of you. *
- hope disbelief sorrow exhaustion - Harry loosed a painful cry into Draco’s mouth and kissed him back desperately.
Shifting against the sheets, arms entwined around each other, they pressed their bodies together so hard it was as if they trying to merge into one. Harry whimpered; Draco moaned. Their lips grew slick and tender, flushed a deep red. Draco cupped Harry’s face, holding it still so he could thrust his tongue deep inside. Harry clutched at the back of Draco’s shirt.
After long minutes of making out, Draco became aware that his jeans were still bunched uncomfortably around his thighs and Harry still wore hospital pants that itched where his cum had dried. Draco giggled and pulled away. He sat up and began to pull off his clothes. Harry, smiling tearfully, followed his lead. Soon enough their clothes were abandoned over the side of the bed and they were back on their sides, wrapped in each other’s arms. Only, this time, naked skin pressed against naked skin. Simultaneously they let out contented sighs.
“What happened with you?” Harry asked softly.
Draco pet Harry’s wild hair as he thought about his answer. “Quirrell… He attacked my mind on Samhain. He used some spell that targeted certain emotions and twisted them so I would be more… vulnerable, I guess. More controllable by Voldemort. So I had to go through each memory and get rid of the spell. It hurt like hell, but I couldn’t give up. Not if I was going to win.”
- sympathy concern love - Harry peppered Draco’s face with kisses and slowly the blond’s shoulders relaxed.
“I woke up and I felt you screaming through the bond,” Draco continued. “I knew you were going after the Stone. Knew you’d be fighting Quirrell. So I ran to the kitchen as fast as I could. The elves tried to stop me, but what could they do? I took a skinning knife. The Winter God helped me and put the fire out, but then I was on my own. The God wanted me to prove myself.” Draco shrugged, eyes going cold. “Didn’t give a fuck about that. All I cared about was protecting you and killing that bastard.”
“You were amazing,” Harry said softly, eyes shining with admiration. He stared adoringly into Draco’s eyes. “You saved Remus and me both.”
Draco flushed, a wave of warmth washing over him. He smiled and ruffled Harry’s hair. “Thanks. Anyway, Dumbledore, Snape, and McGonagall came. Snape and McGonagall took us to the Infirmary while Dumbledore stayed. Pomfrey put us up in a private room. Snape told me he’d made a potion that will keep anyone from ever going into my mind again. Pomfrey took a look at you, healing your cuts and bruises, and then Andromeda and Lucius came. Lucius said he needed to talk to me, so we came here. Turns out Lucius has had some witch in the basement for three years and she escaped with something powerful that might bring the Dark Lord back, so Narcissa’s gone after her.”
Harry stared at Draco with wide eyes.
Draco smiled at him. “Don’t worry, Harry. Narcissa can take care of herself.”
Slowly, Harry nodded, accepting Draco’s judgment. “Yes, Draco.”
“Lucius on the other hand… He really fucked up,” Draco growled, eyes slitted in anger. “Not only was he dicking around, torturing this girl right underneath us all these years, but he let her escape with an item he should have destroyed!” His grip turned painful on Harry’s arm. “Here we are, putting our lives on the line to keep Voldemort from getting the Stone and he goes and lets this deranged bitch make off with something even worse! I’m sick of his shit!” Sighing, he gentled his grip on Harry and pressed their foreheads together. “We need to get out of here before I do something I might regret. Like killing his ass and taking his fucking title.”
It wasn’t even like Draco wanted the Malfoy title. It would be a lot of work to maintain and Draco didn’t want the hassle. Not when he needed to concentrate on the war. But if Lucius continued to be a problem, Draco wouldn’t hesitate to do what needed to be done.
“Yes, Draco,” Harry said easily. He’d never really felt close to Lucius, so it wasn’t like he’d miss the man if he were gone. Even if they had been close, Draco knew what was best for them. Harry wouldn’t question Draco’s decisions.
Draco melted as Harry’s - trust love - flowed into him. “Try and get some rest. I know you’re tired.” He kissed Harry’s lips sweetly, once more starting up a petting motion through Harry’s hair. “The sun will be coming up in an hour or so. We’ll have breakfast, pack what we need, and then we’re leaving.”
Eyes falling obediently closed, Harry asked softly, “Where?”
“Andromeda’s.”
While Harry slept, Draco planned.
For the last twenty-four hours, while Harry had been lying unconscious, Draco had been studying the transcripts of Hempo’s writings and trying to come up with a game plan regarding the Horcruxes and Voldemort’s spirit. Now that he’d heard from Harry everything that he’d missed, he had a better idea of what needed to be done. Surprisingly, the first thing he’d do after getting Harry situated at Andromeda’s had nothing to do with Voldemort. He actually needed to make a trip to Hogwarts.
One: After weighing the pros and cons of having his mind permanently locked against outside forces, it was worth the trouble it might cause not being able to let someone in his mind even if he wanted to. It was more important to ensure his mind was protected. Draco would take Snape’s potion.
Two: Remus was still recovering there and Draco wanted to check on him. He also needed to deliver a very serious warning. Remus had done good by bringing the serum and coming to stand guard over Harry while Draco was unconscious, but he’d also fucked up. Remus had pushed Harry so hard that the boy had actively contemplated killing himself! Draco needed to make sure what happened would never happen again.
Three: According to Harry’s story, Ron had woken up panicked and terrified after a nightmare and never felt able to sleep again after that. It had gotten so bad that Percy hadn't felt comfortable leaving the boys in the dorm at night by themselves. It was clear to Draco that something worse than a simple nightmare had occurred and Draco was going to find out what!
Four: Apparently there was an invisibility cloak missing that belonged to Harry and Draco wanted it back.
Five: Hagrid was still probably trying to hide a dragon in his hut. Draco would have to take care of that fast before the dragon grew too big to handle.
Six: the God of Winter had bestowed upon Harry a gown that Harry had been very pretty in. Draco was going to grab that, too.
Chapter end.
A/N: I hope the recap by Harry wasn't too redundant or tedious to read. It didn't feel right just writing, "So Harry told him everything." Let me know if you think I made the right call.
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