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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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Warning: Body modification
Belated Gifts
Harry couldn’t sleep. Instead, he watched Draco. The week he’d spent without the blond had been harder than anyone would really understand, but Harry was almost glad for it. He had always known how much Draco did, how hard Draco worked to take care of them, but having an idea of something and knowing it for yourself are two different things. The pressure that hung above them on a daily basis: the war… the expectations - both negative and positive - of everyone around them… the sheer number of people who were a threat to them… It was more than anyone could withstand.
But Draco… Draco managed to not only withstand the complicated currents whirlpooling around them, he made those currents work in their favor. He was always watching, always thinking, always ready to press forward and take control. Harry was completely humbled by him. He was just completely in awe of Draco’s strength and brilliance.
Harry had stumbled through that week half a person, missing Draco fiercely and barely holding the status-quo. He still had so much farther to go, to be on Draco’s level, to be the powerful support he dreamed of being. But seeing that difference, really seeing it for the first time, it gave Harry a clearer goal to work toward.
So Harry watched Draco sleep. The blond’s whole body was tense instead of relaxed, his brow furrowed and shiny with a sheen of sweat. Harry was in tune with every tight breath Draco took and was very aware that Draco was not the same. Something had affected him - the visions he’d suffered while he’d been in a coma, tested by the Winter God - or the battle with Voldemort - or the confrontation with the rapist in the tower - or the face off with Lucius and Andromeda… or the effect of them all combined… whatever it had been, Draco was now different. Harry wasn’t afraid; Draco would not break, but he was suffering.
Draco’s eyes had gone hard like they had been in the dark, damp Hold. Cold and calculating with none of the exuberance and bright humor that had slowly emerged over the years. There was a… tension… even in the way he touched Harry. Draco was hurt as sure as if he were bleeding right before Harry’s eyes. It made something hot as fire burn deep in Harry’s core and it drove him from beneath Draco’s sheltering arm.
They had pulled from the blankets from the tops of the beds and made a nest in front of the living room fire, but even curled up next to each other, it was cold. Shivering, skin a pale cold white, Harry quietly got dressed in jeans and two layers of sweaters. On his feet, he wore thick socks and his sneakers. He set out a similar outfit for Draco, built up the fire a little bit more to keep Draco warm, and made his way to the kitchen.
The sun had just begun to rise, turning the frosted-over window panes a pale orange-pink, and Harry happily set to making a warm breakfast. Lots of starch and protein with some fruits and sweet cream for desert: comfort food. He had just finished setting the table - the wood surface freshly scrubbed - white napkins folded just so under the silverware - white dishes with the little blue flowers painted along the rims set out - when he noticed Draco leaning in the doorway.
A beautiful smile broke out across Harry’s face - completely involuntary upon seeing Draco watching him. He ducked his head and looked up through his fringe and round glasses. “Good morning, Draco. Breakfast is ready.”
Draco’s face softened just that little bit. He came into the kitchen and took a seat at the table. “Morning, Harry.”
Harry’s cheeks flushed as he served Draco the food he’d prepared. He was less careful when serving himself, in a hurry to get started. He knew Draco wouldn’t eat unless he did so as well. Harry watched Draco, eyes bright and missing nothing, as they ate.
The sounds of their forks hitting the plates and the snow crunching as it fell off the roof, those soft and reassuring sounds, blended with the smell of eggs and biscuits and bacon. Draco leaned back when he’d eaten his full, eyes half-lidded and underlined with shadows. He was still tired. He’d slept poorly. The memories of the past clung to him and the dark uncertainty of the future coiled even tighter, a smothering weight, but as he watched Harry clean the dishes, warmth began to spread from his center. He began to relax.
Harry cleaned with quick efficiency, dried his hands on the red and white checkered towel, and brought over the sliced fruit, whipped cream, and hot chocolate he’d made for desert. Draco hummed his approval as Harry set it out before him and Harry flushed with happiness.
“This looks amazing, Harry. Thank you.” Draco speared a halved-strawberry and slid it through the cream. The juice burst in his mouth, sweetened further by the whipped cream. It was delicious! He loved magic. Strawberries in winter; it was amazing! Chewing and swallowing the treat, he cast Harry an attentive look. “You must have been awake for awhile. Did you get enough sleep?”
“Yes, Draco,” Harry reassured. He mimicked the blond, taking a strawberry across the cream and into his mouth. So good!
Draco smiled for the first time that morning. This time he speared a raspberry. It was much tarter than the strawberry, but its tangy flavor was just as good. He watched Harry copy him, taking a raspberry for his next bite.
Draco felt his heart beat, slow and steady, a deep note vibrating through his chest. His eyes brightened as heat began to pool in his belly. He'd just thought of a wonderful game. Deliberately, he carefully chose a strawberry again. He dipped it in the cream and slowly licked it off before sliding the red fruit over his lips and into his mouth.
Harry again mimicked Draco, blushing under the blond’s watchful gaze. He took up a strawberry and carefully licked off the cream, his pink tongue stroking the berry, catching up all the sweetness before sliding past his soft lips. The delicious flavor filled his mouth and made his eyelashes flutter.
Draco grinned, fierce and full of joy. He speared a pitted black cherry. Slowly, gently, he traced his lips before biting the fruit in half. Red juice ran over his lip and down his chin. He watched, fascinated, as Harry mimicked him once more.
Draco reached out, gently holding Harry’s jaw in his hand, and pulled the boy toward him. Harry got to his feet, green eyes sparkling like pale emeralds, and stood close enough to press against Draco’s side. He bent at the waist, pulled by Draco’s gentle grip. As soon as he was close enough, Draco gave a long, slow lick over Harry’s chin and lips before kissing him deeply. The identical flavors coating their mouths made their tongues slide seamlessly together and Draco moaned deep in his chest.
The kiss broke, their mouths parted with a glistening string of saliva connecting their lips. Harry, breathing deeply, heart pounding hard with - excitement - continued the game. He leaned forward and licked the juice from Draco’s chin - just as Draco had done for him. Pressing their lips together, their mouths moved in a second hungry kiss.
With a hum of pure pleasure, Draco pulled Harry into his lap sideways across his thighs. Harry’s arms fell over Draco’s shoulders as Draco sucked firmly on Harry’s tongue. A bolt of electricity shot up Harry’s spine and he moaned helplessly into Draco’s mouth.
Fisting Harry’s hair, Draco pulled the boy’s head back so he could see the heavy-lidded green eyes, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips. Harry was so fucking beautiful; it made Draco wild. “Sit on the table,” he rasped, voice thick with desire.
Harry’s lips parted in a gasp, his pupils dilated. He slid off Draco’s lap and quickly pushed the dishes toward the other side of the table before hopping up and sitting on the edge.
Draco slid his hands up Harry’s thighs and up under the sweaters he wore to hook his fingertips over the edge of Harry’s jeans, staring directly into Harry’s eyes. The rising sun fell through the window and made Draco’s hair glow the palest gold. Harry literally lost his breath, his heart clenching at just how beautiful Draco was.
“Lay back,” Draco said, a gentle command.
Harry obeyed, lying down on the table, his heart thudding in his chest. His messy black hair fanned out around his head as he looked up at Draco with an unblinking stare, - desire - pulsing through the bond right into Draco’s center.
Draco hummed again. Standing between Harry’s knees, his long, graceful fingers gripped the bottom hem of Harry’s sweaters and pushed them steadily upward until they bunched under Harry’s arms, the soft bottom edge of his pink nipples just visible. Draco grinned and pinched those soft nubs before rolling his fingers. Harry gave a gasp, his eyes going wide before falling closed. His back arched, pressing his chest into Draco’s hands as a soft, long moan spilled from his lips.
Draco watched, eyes a predatory silver, as Harry began to sweat, his stomach muscles contracting at the sharp sting of Draco’s fingers. Gasping softly, Harry looked into Draco’s face and blushed hotly at the desire he found there. His small hands grasped the edge of the table, holding on tightly, as the blond alternated between painful pinches and twists as Draco rolled his thumb and forefinger around the swelling nipple.
As Harry gasped and twitched beneath him, Draco began to breathe faster. His eyes never left Harry’s face, drinking in the boy’s expressions. Harry was open-mouthed with desire, his brow furrowed with pain, eyes blown-wide as he gasped and moaned, and still Harry never stopped pressing up into Draco’s hands. Not even when the two little nubs become almost twice as fat and hot against Draco’s fingertips.
“You know… I didn’t get to give you my Yule present yet,” Draco murmured in an almost-whisper. He stared down at his boy whose face was red with tears gathering in his jewel-bright eyes. “Do you want it now?”
Harry gave a half-strangled shout as Draco released him, the pain almost sharper than when Draco had been playing with him. Blinking his eyes clear, he stared up in wonder. “Yes. Please,” he whispered tearfully, filled with - guilty pleasure.
Hair falling into his eyes, Draco gave a fierce, free grin. “Hold tight to the table. Don't move. I’ll be right back.”
Harry obediently tightened his hold on the edge of the table. His head fell back with a soft thump, his body went limp. Slowly he caught his breath, sweat cooling on his skin. His nipples burned like fire, throbbing with each hard beat of his heart. Anticipation built until he was nearly squirming. What had Draco gotten him? He at once knew he didn’t deserve whatever it was and that it gave Draco pleasure to give him things so he should want it. The contrasting emotions set him on edge. His stomach filled with anxious butterflies and he gave a soft whimper.
“Shhh,” Draco soothed, coming to stand between Harry’s legs once more. He’d hooked his hair behind his ears, a wide smile stretching across his face. Harry felt his queasiness ease. Draco was happy and that made Harry happy.
Draco lifted a wide flat box into Harry’s view. “It’s for you,” he explained, staring intently into Harry’s eyes. “But it’s also for me.”
Harry relaxed completely. “Okay,” he answered breathlessly. If the gift was for Draco as well, then he could accept it without guilt. His eyes dropped from Draco’s to look at the box. It wasn’t wrapped, made from a golden-brown wood, pine maybe.
Draco gave a soft laugh. He lowered his head, drawing Harry’s eyes back to his own. “Don’t move,” he reminded.
Harry almost nodded but stopped. He wasn’t supposed to move. “Yes, Draco.”
Draco’s expression turned smug, eyes half-lidded. “Good boy.”
Harry blushed at the praise. He watched in interest as Draco set the wooden box on his bare stomach; it wasn’t heavy. With obvious care, Draco lifted the lid away and set it aside. Harry couldn’t see inside without lifting his head, so he watched Draco’s expression instead. He had never seen Draco look like this before. He didn’t have a word for it, but it made him really excited.
Draco lifted something as small as a knut from the box, but instead of bronze it was a gleaming white. He held it out at the perfect distance so that Harry could see it clearly. “Isn’t it beautiful?” he purred. “I had it made just for you.”
It was platinum. Harry had been trained by Narcissa to recognize most precious stones and metals. It was a tiny snake with perfectly etched, tiny scales that could only be done by magic. The snake was folded in half, its body creating a relaxed loop before the tail coiled back around the neck, just under the head. In its mouth, a tiny black ball was held between four tiny fangs. Draco titled the little snake, letting the sunlight play across its subtle body. The stone almost seemed to absorb the light, having almost no shine.
“Black tourmaline,” Harry recognized, eyes flashing to Draco’s. It wasn’t the most expensive stone out there, but it was a powerful one. It had amazing protective qualities if charged correctly.
“Very good, Harry.” Draco gave a happy smile, eyes practically dancing with excitement. He bent and laid a gentle kiss to Harry’s lips. Standing back up, he looked at the tiny snake he’d bought. He tilted it again in the sunlight, admiring the shine of the platinum. “Do you like him?”
“Yes,” Harry answered softly. “I love him. He’s beautiful.”
Draco’s eyes fell back to Harry’s. “Will you wear him for me?”
Harry looked at the snake again, feeling tingly and warm knowing that Draco had chosen it, that Draco wanted him to wear it. “Yes.”
“You don’t even know where I want you to wear it.” The snake disappeared from view as Draco placed both hands on either side of Harry’s chest and leaned down so that they stared each other right in the eyes. “It will hurt, Harry, but it will be fun afterward. I think you’ll like it, but you have to want it, and not just because you think I want you to want it.”
Harry stared up at Draco wide-eyed at the suddenly very serious tone in Draco’s voice. The blond’s smile was completely gone, replaced with an intense look of concentration.
“I’m going to pierce your nipple with a needle,” the blond explained solemnly. “It will hurt. You’ll even bleed a bit. Then I’m going to activate the charm on the snake so that it slithers through the hole left by the needle before resuming its position. Then I’m going to do it again to the other nipple. It’ll probably hurt more because you’ll be more sensitive. Afterwards, they’ll hurt for a week or so. At first, you won’t be used to it and they’ll get caught on your clothes when you put your shirt on or take it off. It’ll sting so bad you’ll want to cry.”
Harry was breathing hard as he imagined what Draco was describing. He wasn’t so naive that he didn’t know what piercings were, but he was totally caught off guard by Draco wanting to pierce his nipples. He hadn’t even gotten his ears pierced yet!
“I can always poke a hole in your collar. Let you wear them from there until you’re ready,” Draco offered without even a hint that it would be disappointing. “They would look almost as good against the black of your collar as they will the pink of your nipples.”
“Wh…” Harry had to swallow before he could continue. “What will you do with them… if you put them in?”
Draco gave a slow smile, eyes piercing in their intensity. “I’d tug on them with my teeth and fingers… I’d also be able to make them heat up or get cold. It’ll feel intense, but amazing… and I’d get to listen to you gasp and moan as I played with them…” He leaned his head down and captured Harry’s mouth in a slow, deep kiss. When he pulled away, Harry was blushing a hot red. “But I can wait, Harry. We can put them on your collar until you’re ready. You have to be really sure before I put them in.”
“I am!” Harry cried out and blushed even hotter if that was possible, but he managed to hold Draco’s eyes, his own filled with - nervous determination. “I want them. I want you to be able to do that. Make them hot and cold.” Merlin! The thought that Draco could make him feel things with a simple command made his head spin! “I want to,” he confessed, eyes bright with both nerves and honest desire. “I want them.”
Draco smiled softly, pushing up and standing again. “I thought you would.” He reached for something inside the box and pulled out a small potion vial as big as a thimble and a thick needle. He held Harry’s wide-eyed gaze and asked again, “Are you really, really sure, Harry?”
Voice soft yet firm, Harry answered, “Yes, Draco. Please. I want your present.”
Draco gave Harry a soft smile full of love and set the tools and jewelry back into the box. Harry watched with bated breath as even the box was set aside, next to his hip. With a warm hum, Draco slid his fingers down Harry’s chest and stomach. Harry’s fair skin rose in bumps in the wake of the gentle caress. A simple twist of Draco’s fingers and the button of Harry’s jeans came undone. Harry gave a soft gasp even as Draco’s hum grew louder, a pleased sound resonating deep in his chest.
Harry was half-hard already, swollen and stiff along his lower belly. Draco bent and licked a hot trail from base to tip that quickly grew cold in the frigid air. Harry’s gasp was louder this time as he came to full stiffness, his fingers blanching white around the edge of the table.
Draco looked up along the plane of Harry’s body, his lips resting gently against the head of the boy’s cock. Harry’s nipples looked taller and fatter from this perspective and Draco hummed again, swirling his hot tongue around the leaking head. Lifting away, Draco bent over the boy’s slender torso and latched on to his right nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth.
Harry gave a cry, his back arching. The pain/pleasure sparking along his every nerve made him twitch and almost tumble over that magical peak.
* Hold it, Harry. Don’t cum. Not until I say, * Draco ordered, tone low and seductive, even as he gave another hard suck.
Harry whimpered, panting as if he were drowning. His whole body felt on fire. His thighs trembled. His limbs shook. The tip of his penis grew damp, orgasm a breath away, but he bit down, clenching his jaw, and held on as Draco ordered. With a wet smack, Draco released the boy’s tender chest. Harry gave a whole body shiver as icy air crashed down where burning heat had a moment ago enveloped him.
Draco erected strong Occlumency shields to protect his mind from the sensations flooding the bond. He could feel Harry’s magic, an intangible wind that rose in intermittent gusts with the rise of Harry’s climax, searching for the piece that always completed it. Draco resisted, keeping a firm grasp on clarity. This was important. He could injure Harry if he wasn’t careful.
Lifting the needle once more in hand, Draco bent close to Harry’s chest, close to the glistening and swollen nipple that had a moment ago rested between his lips. “Hold your breath,” he ordered with perfect calm.
Harry sucked in a huge gulp of air and held it. He couldn’t stop trembling, or the tears that streaked his face, or the fast and hard pounding of his heart, but he held as still as he could. He couldn’t see much with his head flat against the table. Just the bottom rim of his black frames and a partial profile of Draco’s face. The table creaked under his tight grip. The room took on a vibration in the silence, anticipation - excitement - fear. Then white-hot pain speared through his chest.
With laser focus that was nearly inhuman, Draco very carefully pushed the needle smoothly through Harry’s flesh. He’d practiced only once before. On firm strawberries not quite ripe. Harry’s nipple gave slightly better than the fruit, but the soft resistance was almost exactly the same. Draco straightened and eyed the needle. It sat perfectly horizontal in the direct center of the nub. He nodded, pleased.
“Okay. Breathe.”
Harry let out a loud, strangled cry of pain with his air. He squeezed his eyes tightly closed as tears fell in streams down his cheeks. He tried to ride out the pain, knowing it wouldn’t last forever, but it felt like half his chest was on fire and flayed, not just the little nub.
Draco made a soft sound and bent to lick and suck the tip of Harry’s still hard cock in comfort. * Such a good boy. Looks so good already. Gonna be beautiful, gonna be perfect… * he murmured soothingly into Harry’s mind.
Harry gave soft cries and gasps, head rocking side-to-side, flexing his stomach as the searing, throbbing pain in his chest was calmed by the warm sucking pleasure of Draco’s soft mouth around his cock. Just when he began to ride the waves of pleasure and pain toward the climax, Draco’s mouth came off him with a wet pop and he bent forward to suck in Harry’s needle-free nipple. Harry started to cry in earnest, hips rocking against the cold air.
Draco came off Harry’s chest and cupped the boy’s tear-wet cheeks. “We can stop, Harry,” he offered compassionately. His eyes were a warm, molten silver. “It’s okay to stop,” he whispered honestly, kissing Harry’s lips again and again. “Love you. You’re so perfect, Harry. So good for me.”
“No,” Harry gasped wetly, tears his voice. “No. I want it. I do. Draco… please…”
Draco kissed him one last time before straightening. He took up the second needle and looked deep into Harry’s eyes. “Hold your breath.”
Harry whimpered. His heart felt like it was jumping and skipping through his chest. It took a few shaky tries, but he obeyed. Chest and groin exposed to the air, his sweaters bunched under his pits while still covering his arms, he lay trembling and small before Draco’s strength and power, but he also felt as large as the world: Draco’s world.
Having Draco’s complete and focused attention was almost a physical sensation. Like being wrapped in live wire. Colors, smells, and sounds, his own body… they were never as sharp as these moments. Suddenly everything was dialed up to one hundred. He was never as alive, never as awake… He was pure energy completely under Draco’s control… It was so much! Almost too much! His body felt like it was going to shake apart, screams of ecstasy and howls of agony trembled on the edge of his lips…
With a smooth push, the second needle pierced through Harry’s skin.
Harry gave a raw scream as fireworks and earthquakes erupted down every nerve, setting him on fire as if his entire body had been speared. His eyes rolled back in his head, whole body spasming as he splattered his stomach with cum.
Draco gave a low moan, unable to block the bond completely, and quickly pressed Harry’s shoulders down, preventing him from hurting himself or shifting the needles that still pierced his flesh. Draco was panting, eyes burning crystals as he watched Harry ride out the overwhelming waves of sensation.
Harry’s body went limp, his galloping heart slowed to merely fast. Glazed, pupil-blown eyes fluttered open. Harry’s mouth hung slack just that little bit, allowing drool to trickle down one cheek, his head tilting slightly to one side.
“Good boy… Hard part’s over,” Draco praised. He stroked Harry’s wild hair from his sweat-damp face and admired the mess Harry had made. He’d nearly shot cum up to his nipples! Draco’s lips twitched into a brief grin. Then falling more serious, he reached in for the first ring. He quickly swabbed the platinum with the potion from the thimble, disinfecting it. It also contained a slight numbing agent. “Ready for the last part?”
Harry felt as if he were floating. Everything had soft edges. His whole body throbbed and sang. “Draco…” he breathed, the name filling his soul with peace. “Draco…”
Draco bent to lightly kiss Harry’s forehead. “I’ve got you,” he promised. Straightening, he held the tiny snake in his palm. With perfect focus, he whispered, “Lumen terebramus acuto.”
The tip of the tail uncoiled from around the base of the snake’s head. The metal body of the serpent undulated and gave soft thrashing motions, searching for the hole it was designed to fill. With his right hand, Draco slid the needle from Harry’s flesh and held the little snake closer with his left. Harry moaned at the pain even as out of it as he was.
The snake tail touched the bleeding hole and slithered inside. Harry gave a choked cry, his body going rigid, arching off the table as if he were being electrocuted. In a smooth trust, the tail pushed through Harry’s newly pierced skin, pulling a scream from the boy. Smeared with blood, the white-silver tail looped back again around the base of its head, creating a slightly oval circle.
Amazed, Draco took up the swab with the potion and gently wiped away the tiny trails of blood that rolled down Harry’s skin. God, it was more beautiful than he had even imagined! Harry laying limp, moaning and blissed out, hair a black halo around his head. The silver of the ring glistening in the light with every rise and fall of Harry’s chest. Draco bent down and took the tender nipple in his mouth, tonguing the ring and flipping it up and down a few times.
Harry gasped, back arching again. Arrows of heat and light pierced his core with every soft suck and flip of the new ring. His cock grew stiff. Panting, writhing, moaning, gasping, Harry was a complete mess as he surrendered himself completely to Draco’s sweet torment.
Draco had to reach between his legs and press down hard, trying to push back the unrelenting arousal that was trying to overcome his mind. He lifted away from Harry’s chest, a string of glittering saliva connecting them briefly before breaking.
“Last one.” Draco’s voice was rough and raw, which only set Harry more on edge.
Harry’s legs spread wider. His hands no longer gripped the table, instead lying loose, palm up, in limp surrender.
“God, Harry…” Draco pressed his thighs together painfully, trying to keep his mind clear. He quickly cleaned the second ring and whispered the activation words. The snake writhed and gently thrashed, looking for its new home.
Panting, pupils dilated, dick hard as hell, Draco pinched the little snake head, holding it tightly. His breath caught as the little tail pushed through the hole left by the needle. Trickles of blood slid down Harry’s chest. Draco held his breath, pulling the tail out only to let it wiggle back in.
Harry gave a cry, tossing his head back as hips beginning to rock up helplessly. He was sobbing, but on his lips were wordless pleas for more.
Draco slowly thrust the ring through and then slid it slowly back out. The snake began to undulate harder, rocking and bouncing Harry’s nipple back and forth as it thrashed.
“Ahhh!” Harry arched with a scream, nearly coming undone for a second time.
About to blow his load, Draco let the snake go. It settled in place, the tail coiling around the base of its head. He roughly yanked Harry’s pants down past the boy’s knees and lifted Harry’s legs with one hand while undoing his own pants with the other. Pressing Harry’s thighs together, Draco shifted the boy’s legs up to his chest and slightly to the side. The bunched up jeans around Harry’s calves and ankles caught and rubbed up against his tender nipple and Harry gave a wild cry, eyes wide.
“Draco!”
Draco had eyes only for the seal of Harry’s thighs and thrust into that soft channel desperately. In less than minute, the wave was crashing down and Draco gave a fierce growl, bending to viciously suck Harry’s neglected nipple into his mouth.
Harry arched with a scream, arms wrapping around Draco’s shoulders and neck, and came all over his stomach for a second time. Draco followed him over the edge, yelling his triumph into Harry’s chest. Thunder and lightening streaked across their souls, pouring energy through their bodies. Their magic crashed together in a huge wave, roaring as it filled with room with an avalanche of power.
Panting, Draco slowly slid from Harry’s body and let the boy’s legs fall. The colors of the room seemed to vibrate, a ringing filled his ears. Grinning, Draco stared at Harry’s cum-soaked stomach. He pressed his hand into the sticky mess and slid it around further, coating the boy’s shivering skin.
Harry was completely gone. Lost amidst the stars, twitching in ecstasy, he was completely incoherent. Draco gave a hum of satisfaction and took up the needle once more. Their magic filled the room with an electric power, crackling just beyond hearing range. Draco reach for that power as he pricked his finger, a bead of blood swelling up.
“Protect,” he ordered, his whole being resonating with the command. “Protect.”
He touched first one snake and then the next. The red of Draco’s blood, slowly at first and then faster, was absorbed into the turmaline balls held in each snake’s mouth. The absolute black transformed into the deepest, darkest of reds.
“Protect,” he whispered again, leaning close and pushing his will down into the rings, pulling hard on the magic emanating from them in a supernova of power. “Protect!”
The snake-rings began to glow softly and then blindingly bright. Draco flinched away, covering his eyes.
When he could see again, the rings lay innocently against Harry’s chest, but Draco could feel their power, could feel the connection to his own blood that rested in their cores. He gave a fierce grin and gently caressed one. The vision of Harry unconscious, chest bruised and swollen from some bastard raping him in his sleep finally shattered. No one would touch Harry like that again and live to tell the tale.
Draco lovingly rearranged Harry’s clothes. He hummed gently, pulling Harry into his arms, encouraging the boy to cling. Harry, semi-conscious, wrapped his legs around Draco’s waist and held tight to the blond’s shoulders, tucking his damp face against Draco’s neck. They were nearly the same size, Harry only a few inches shorter, so it was awkward, but Draco managed to carry him to their nest of blankets before the fire.
Half-formed words of love and reassurance spilled from Draco’s lips as Harry’s - love bliss - rippled warmly through his core. They lay there, entangled, for hours, drifting in and out of sleep, warm and content. It wasn’t until Draco’s stomach grumbled hungrily that Harry stirred to full awareness.
“Sorry,” Draco said softly, kissing Harry’s lips.
Harry giggled, still high from endorphins. “I’ll make us sandwiches.” He pulled away and had to fight the blankets before getting to his feet. His nipples tingled where his sweater rubbed and snagged against the rings. Eyes wide in wonder, he touched the metal through the soft wool.
Draco gave a fierce grin, watching as Harry explored the new sensation. He sat on the floor, back against the couch, and linked his fingers behind his head. “Lift your sweater. Let’s see them.”
Harry, cheeks hot, pulled his sweaters up. Dried cum and a little blood flaked his skin, but his nipples were completely healed although different. The rings held them erect. Harry touched one ring and shivered when it made his nerves dance. Under Draco’s intent stare, he softly flipped the snakes up and down and carefully pushed them back and forth through the small holes.
Draco watched, deeply aroused, as Harry played with his new jewelry. Harry was a gorgeous image: messy hair falling into his face, eyes wide and fluttering behind his glasses, bottom lip held between his teeth. Harry stood with his lean, messy stomach on display, his jeans sitting low on his hips, the black collar visible over the low neck of the sweaters. Draco felt heat pool deep in his core, a hungry, possessive growl filling him with the urge to bite.
“Feels good,” Harry confessed, shivering at the sensation of his nipples being stimulated and tugged on by the metal. He was in awe over the fact that this was his chest.
“God, Harry,” Draco growled, holding perfectly still even though he wanted to pounce. Harry still felt raw through he bond; the boy didn’t need any more rough play right now. “Go fix lunch before I eat you.”
Harry blushed bright red and pulled his sweaters back down. “Yes, Draco,” he said, voice a breathy whisper, before hurrying into the kitchen, a smile tugging his lips.
Draco let his arms fall and flopped onto his stomach, grinning.
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Remus was staggering once more as he made his way through Hogsmeade for the second time that day. The potions Pomfrey had given him had worn off. He needed to get off his feet; he need a good meal and about two days of sleep to let his body heal. Instead, he forced himself to walk quicker.
Please be there, please be there, repeated like a mantra through his mind. It was bitterly cold, the skin of his face and hands were numb, his breath billowing before him in a cloud. The idea that the boys may be on the streets, alone, abandoned after all the trauma they had suffered, was enough to make him want to howl in rage.
The quaint cottages and stores began to thin out and Remus turned down a rough lane that led up into the foothills and his lone cabin. It had started to snow, the clouds heavy enough that the last few hours of daylight were being smothered. Holding his hand before his eyes, his breath caught in painful hope. Was that a light flickering in the front window?
Catching his foot on the uneven ground, Remus tumbled down. Pain lanced through him and he let out an involuntary scream. For several minutes, he lay writhing in pain until something warm wrapped around him, filling him with the most intense feeling of rightness that he’d ever felt.
Remus lay trembling, hardly daring to breathe for fear of stopping the warmth. It coated his bones in caramel, strung his muscles with liquid light, and as it eventually began to dim and die out, Remus gave a faint cry at the loss. Shuddering, he slowly became aware of the fact that he was curled in a fetal position on the rough ground, snow crunching around him. Rolling onto his back, he blinked tears from his eyes and stared up in wonder at the two small faces hovering over him. One was etched in worry, the other was carefully blank and neutral.
“Draco!” Remus sat up with surprising quickness, completely free from pain, and wrapped his arms around the boy's shoulders, pulling him into a hug. “Thank Merlin you’re here!” He turned joyful eyes to Harry. “Harry!” He pulled the smaller boy into his arms as well and gave him a quick squeeze before releasing him. Looking back toward the blond, he said, “I have so much to tell you.”
Draco, disgruntled, shook his shoulders to settle his jacket back in place. “Come inside. It’s freezing.”
Remus quickly got to his feet and stood there in wonder. The pain in his legs was completely gone! This was beyond any spell or potion. He stared at the boys in question.
“Come on,” Draco said again, annoyed. He turned and headed back toward the house. The front door was hanging open. They hadn’t shut it in their mad dash outside when they’d heard Remus scream. “Harry, cook us something. Remus, get this damn house warm.”
Remus and Harry immediately set to their tasks. In minutes, something delicious and warm was heating on the stove and Remus had cast enough spells that the house no longer felt like the inside of a freezer. With a sigh, Remus settled into the armchair next to the fire while Draco took his customary position on the love seat. He cast Remus a cool look, lips turned down in the beginnings of a frown.
Remus cleared his throat, shifting nervously under the boy’s disapproving gaze. “I did as you instructed. I visited a club. There was a lot that I didn’t know; you were right about that. And I’ve come to an answer. The truth is, I still don’t understand this relationship with Harry. And I don’t think it’s okay for children to have sex. But you and Harry are a unique case. You’re not normal children. You’ve survived too much, experienced too much. But more than that, I trust you. You wouldn’t hurt Harry. And its undeniable that your relationship has given you both strength and comfort. So I can honestly accept you being with each other even if I still don’t really understand why it helps you.”
Remus took a deep breath, and when Draco sat patient, he continued. “The fact is, my inner wolf has recognized you as its Alpha. I’ve been unconsciously following your lead for years. There is only human ignorance standing in my way of admitting what’s already true.”
This was it. He was terrified but he also felt incredibly liberated as he closed his eyes and gave himself over to his instincts. He would not be mocked here. He would not be derided or feared. He was safe in front of his Alpha.
Releasing his breath, Remus opened his eyes and they were a warm golden color not found in human beings. He slid from the chair and got to his knees, his butt resting on his heels. He curled his back slightly forward in order to place his hands flat to the floor and tilted his head to expose the jugular of his throat. Finally, he cast his eyes slightly to the side of the boy on the love seat, respectfully not making eye contact but keeping Draco in his peripheral. He could almost feel phantom ears twitching backward, a bushy tail slowly thumping against the ground behind him.
“I’m yours,” Remus vowed, voice guttural, almost inhuman, as he put what he felt into words for the first time.
Draco stared at the man kneeling on the ground before him. He was completely surprised. He hadn’t expected Remus to come to a decision so quickly or to be so honest even when he did, but the submissive pose made Draco’s shoulders relax and tension drain out of his frame.
He hopped lightly to his feet and closed the distance between them. Remus sank a few inches lower, bending his elbows and tilting his head still further. Draco placed his hand on the man’s exposed throat, answering the body language, and held firmly. It wasn’t enough to hinder Remus’s breathing, but it was enough pressure so that the man could feel it.
“Good,” Draco said lowly, accepting. He released his hold and stepped back.
Remus lifted his head, a soppy grin on his face, and sat back on his heels. Euphoria washed through him in waves. He was overwhelmed with the urge to prove himself, to please Draco and apologize for being difficult, apologize for not being there the way he should have been. “I have something to show you. Something you’ll want to see,” he offered, voice vibrating with an excitement barely held in check.
Draco shook his head lightly, putting up a hand in a ‘wait’ gesture. “After we eat. Healing you cost Harry a lot of energy.”
Remus’s excitement was immediately doused. His head hung low.
Draco gave a reassuring smile and softly ran his hand over Remus’s hair as he walked by. “Come on. It’ll be finished soon.”
Harry had fried some steaks and baked some potatoes. For greens, he’d sautéed asparagus in butter and garlic. Three tall glasses of milk sat by each plate, serving as their beverage. The boys had eaten a late lunch not too long ago and had spent the early evening reading by the fire until Remus’s scream had shattered the peace, so Draco wasn’t very hungry. He picked at the food, smiling in approval as both Harry and Remus scarfed down two servings and had two glasses of milk each. Bellies distended, the two leaned back with big sighs.
“So what did you want to show me?” Draco asked curiously.
Remus straightened, some of his earlier excitement returning. “It’s a surprise.” He looked at his watch. “Up for a trip to London? If we leave now, we’ll just catch the Leaky Cauldron’s floo hours.”
Harry looked curiously to Draco, awaiting his answer.
Draco lifted an eyebrow, intrigued. Remus was on thin ice. He’d been distant for years. He’d also been in denial about their relationship and only just now had come to some sort of understanding. So Draco was very curious. Whatever this was, Remus was clearly excited to show him. Exited enough to have them go out at night despite the freezing temperatures.
“What about Harry?”
Remus’s enthusiasm dimmed some. He cast Harry a regretful glance. “It might be best if you see it first.” He still didn’t know if Draco would welcome Liam into their lives. Not with a war already starting and Liam having no magic to protect himself with.
Draco nodded, accepting Remus’s judgement, even more curious. He stood and, completely unselfconsciously, pulled Harry into a sweet kiss. “Why don’t you clean up in here and put the bedding back on the beds. The rooms are warm enough to sleep in. I know you’re exhausted, so go to sleep early. I’ll be back before you wake up in the morning.”
“Yes, Draco,” Harry agreed easily. He turned in Draco’s embrace and gave Remus a warm smile. “Good night, Remus.”
“Good night, Harry,” the man answered softly, affection shining in his eyes. No other kid Harry’s age would have accepted being left behind so easily.
Draco gave Harry one last kiss on the cheek before heading out. He grabbed his jacket, mittens, and hat, pulling them on in preparation of the storm. Remus had followed him, but he merely grabbed his jacket and a scarf. As a werewolf, he tended to run hot and wasn’t as bothered by the cold.
It took a good fifteen minutes of crunching through ankle deep, freshly fallen snow to reach the Hog’s Head. The Three Broomsticks was already closed, but the more shady establishment was open twenty-four hours. Draco would have been frozen through if it weren’t for Remus casting a warming charm on his shoes, pants, and jacket.
They arrived in the Leaky Cauldron just as the bar keep, Tom, was about to put out the fire for the night. He was friendly enough and soon they were out on the streets of Muggle London. It was a little warmer than Scotland and it wasn’t snowing, but it was still cold enough to have Draco hunching down into his jacket anyway.
“I’ve been to a club before,” Draco said conversationally, wondering if that was what Remus wanted to show him.
Remus looked down at him with a mysterious smile. He was brimming with nervous energy. Fortunately for him, he didn’t have long to wait before the taxi he’d called from a payphone arrived. They climbed into the back and Remus gave the address.
They didn’t drive long, only about twenty minutes or so. Their destination was still in London. Draco watched street lamps and a few cars pass by. The tall brick and stone buildings that lined the streets, some hundreds of years old, seemed so mysterious in the dark, cold night. Some had dark windows, others blazed with warm yellow light. Stores popped up almost at random between residential houses.
Slowly the buildings and streets turned ominous. Draco spotted graffiti on the walls and more trash on the sides of the streets. More bars and convince stores. The taxi pulled to a stop in front of an especially sketchy place. There were two men on the stoop leading up to the building’s entrance. One was leaning against the fencing that lined the stairs, the other sat on the steps. They wore baggy clothes that could hide any number of weapons and watched closely as Draco and Remus got out of the car.
“Nice place,” Draco drawled.
One of the thugs had locked eyes with him and he held the pathetic glare unimpressed. They were almost to the stairs before the thug finally looked away. Draco cast a glance up at Remus. In this lighting, with one street light flickering and the other out completely, the scars on Remus’s face were stark and terrifying. Draco didn’t even notice them most of the time, he was so used to them, but Remus must look intimidating to the two thugs on the stairs. The idiots certainly didn’t try anything as Remus and Draco walked past. Draco smirked a little at that.
The front door opened to a poorly lit foyer with a staircase going up in a square pattern. Beyond that was a narrow hallway lined with doors. The smell of sour urine was overwhelming. Looking up, Draco counted four floors. He could hear a baby crying, the sounds of a TV turned way too loud, a group of people laughing.
Draco followed Remus to the stairs, increasingly curious. He was completely baffled. Why would Remus bring him to a place like this? Clearly it was to meet someone, but who could be so interesting or important that they’d come all the way over here at night, leaving Harry behind? One thing was certain, neither the Malfoys nor Tonkses would have anything to do with a place like this, so he could rule out a crazy attempt to get them to reconcile or something.
The smell was better and it was slightly quieter on the second floor. The hallway was long with at least ten doors on either side, but Remus stopped and knocked on the first door about ten feet from the stairs. The numbers 201 were place in the center, at an adult male’s eye level, and directly above a peephole. The numbers were tarnished and almost black in places, but Draco noticed the door was solid and in good condition by the sound Remus’s knuckles made when he’d rapped.
It only took about thirty seconds before the sound of the deadbolt flipping and a door chain rattling reached their ears. Remus took a step to the side, clearing the doorway. Wary of a threat, Draco moved to follow him, but Remus put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.
Immediately, blood rushed hot through Draco’s veins. The door opened, casting a square of clear light into the hall and over Draco who stood vulnerable in the doorway. Eyes flashing, teeth bared in a threatening almost-smile, Draco took in the man who'd opened the door.
Smell - leather and something unidentifiable that nonetheless sank into Draco’s bones, unstringing his muscles. Sight - tall, lean, dark hair, light eyes, rugged. Draco’s heart was pumping. Tears stung his eyes before his conscious brain could comprehend what was happening. Expression - the man was grinning, pure joy illuminating his face. Brother, grief, love… home…
“Liam,” Draco breathed, completely in shock.
“Draco.” Liam’s voice was filled with triumph, his oh-so-familiar face only changed slightly by time.
Liam dropped to his knees and Draco flung himself forward, his body reacting and moving while his brain still struggled to grasp what was happening. Liam’s strong arms wrapped around him even while Draco flung his arms around the man’s neck. The smell of leather, and shampoo, and Liam, hit Draco like a blow and he began to sob. Deep, loud sobs that were more reminiscent of Harry than Draco.
The long years of grief he’d kept hidden, the stress of doing it all on his own, the life and death battles, the torment of shredding his mind to cleanse it of Voldemort’s spell… all the pain came pouring out of him, because for the first time in months, he felt safe - truly safe.
Liam’s joy morphed into worry. He pulled Draco even tighter against his chest, cradled the boy’s head into his shoulder. He couldn’t get over how much bigger and older Draco looked, but the heartbroken sobs took all of his attention. He rocked back onto his heels, pulling Draco with him, and stood up. Draco instinctively wrapped his long legs around Liam’s waist and clung even tighter, his cries growing even louder as Liam swayed from side-to-side, comforting and sheltering all at once.
Remus, tears in his eyes, stepped inside and shut the door behind him as Liam carried Draco to the couch and sat down. Remus glanced away from them and lingered by the front door, giving them privacy. There was a little kitchenette to his right. The yellowing-tiles were faded from age but clean. The cabinets were plywood painted white. The refrigerator had rounded edges, the heavy kind that was at least fifteen years old. There was a gas stove with two burners, no microwave. A single stainless steel sink sat next to the stove.
The kitchen was separated from the living room by a waist-high counter. It was small with a single, smudged window. Remus could see a brick building close enough to touch through the cloudy glass. There was a busted up TV on a table across from the couch. The couch was brown leather. It looked worn but in good repair. Two mismatching nightstands had been placed on either end. There were two doors on the wall the TV had been set against. One was cracked open and Remus could see tile. He guessed that it was a bathroom. The other door was shut, most likely Liam’s bedroom.
Draco’s cries had quieted and morphed into laughter. He pulled away from Liam and rubbed at his face with his jacket sleeve. “What the hell you doin’ here?” he demanded, grinning. He was still on Liam’s lap, facing the man and straddling his thighs.
“I came for ya,” Liam answered with a grin. “Told ya I would.”
Draco laughed again and slid to the side, sitting next to Liam on the couch. He held tightly to the man’s arm, unconsciously afraid he would disappear again if he let go. With wide, pink-rimmed eyes from crying, Draco looked from Liam to Remus and back again. “How is this possible. Tell me everything!”
Liam leaned back into the couch, butt sliding to the edge of the seat, and sort of sprawled bonelessly. His grin morphed into a smirk, even as his eyes fell to half-mast lazily. The image was so familiar, Draco felt his heart twist painfully.
“Well, after we said goodbye…”
- “Fuck you, assholes!” Liam screamed hatefully at the men and women that came toward him. “Fuck you and yer laws! It ain’t right takin’ families apart! It ain’t fucking right!” But as Draco had predicted, no matter how Liam struggled, he felt himself being yanked brutally down into unconsciousness. Knew he’d lost something so goddamn precious he’d never be the same whether he remembered or not. No more “happy” birthday pancakes and morning cartoons with two small bodies on the floor giggling and whispering while he drank coffee. Or pillow fights or small bodies pressed against his side. No more tiny hands in his. Or clear gray eyes piercing him to the core. Or soft green ones filled with the sweetest damn love. No more cheering at little-league baseball games or helping with homework. No more watching Harry try and figure out how to cook the food they ate out at restaurants or Draco’s endless questions about the world. “Please… no…” he begged, barely a whisper, because he was already gone… -
“Woke up in a filthy alley like some drunk. Didn’t know where the fuck I was and this woman told me to get outta town and never come back or she’d do the job right…”
- Hot pain as a hand collided with his face, bringing the spinning world into focus. A girl his age, chewing and snapping bright pink gum. She was crouched next to him wearing strange clothes. “You listening to me? I didn’t wipe your memory. You still remember the boys, right?” Liam’s breath caught and he stared wide-eyed. He remembered it all! Tears seared his cheeks. He opened his mouth to thank her, but she was already talking. “If I see you around again, I’ll fix that permanently,” she said, suddenly looking cold and threatening. “Not a lot of people would do what you did, so I’m going to give you this one chance. Leave America. Go to England if you want, that’s where you might find the boys, but leave America and don’t come back. And don't tell anyone about magic.” She leaned close and Liam pressed back away from her, honestly frightened. It looked like there was actual fire burning deep inside her pupils. Holly hell! “If you tell anyone, I’ll find you. I’ll find you and I’ll kill you. Got it?” Liam nodded helplessly and she was gone. Like literally poof and gone. Liam scrambled to his feet and ran like hell… -
“I found the girls at our safe house. Mob wasn’t too happy with me and burned down the club. The girls didn’t remember going to that basement, but they remembered you guys fine.” He shot Draco a warm smile. “Didn’t have to ask. They said they was comin’ with me. We laid low ’til we could get some fake passports. Then we got the hell outta dodge. Good timing, too. The feds put away most of the big bosses. Mob was in shambles. People getting arrested left and right and squealing just to get their time reduced. Mob’s officially broken over there. We flew inta’ London, and let me tell you, it was a long ass flight. Got through customs and then just disappeared into the city. Been working under the table since we got here. Got in good with the clubs and such. Spread ourselves out a bit. Figured you’d show up there eventually. Was our best hope anyway.”
Draco leaned forward, letting his forehead rest against Liam’s shoulder. “It was a good plan.”
“This guy found a club Jess was workin’. It was an event night. Booze and shows, not so much crowd participation. Hundreds of people, almost triple the size of the normal crowd, but this guy stood out like a sore thumb. I told her to look for a guy with scars puckering his cheeks, you’d be surprised how many guys we’ve interrogated over the years, but when I saw him sittiin’ there with Jess, I knew right away. Recognized him immediately. Knew I’d found you.” Liam wrapped his arm around Draco’s shoulders and held him close. “He told me about some war? That you might not be able to see me yet. Wanna tell me about it?”
Draco gave a long sigh and just rested against Liam for a minute. His mind was beginning to race. He’d finally come to grips that this was happening, that it was real, and the consequences began to play out before him. He pulled away from Liam’s side to be able to look into his face. Liam came out of his slouch and turned to face Draco attentively, expression serious. Remus took a seat on the floor unobtrusively, back to the half-wall that blocked off the kitchen.
“Ten years ago, Harry’s parents were killed by this evil wizard. He’s extremely powerful and totally insane…” Draco began and told the story - about Voldemort and his broken soul, about Horcruxes, about the diary. Described Pandora’s experiments with Harry’s clones and the mountain of Harry’s broken bodies. Told him about his mother, Narcissa, going after her sister to try and stop Voldemort from being resurrected.
His story jumped all over the place, one event connecting to another. He told about the discrimination he faced at Hogwarts because of his last name, the bullying even though he was in the most popular House. He even retold the story Harry had told him about the time Draco had missed while he’d been in a coma.
Almost in a trance, he described the battle over the stone, Remus’s horrible injuries, and Harry’s terror, and how they’d all almost died. Draco told him about the Mind Arts and Snape. What he’d discovered about Harry’s mom being altered by a powerful spell. Described in brutal detail his vision quest to free his mind of Voldemort’s influence.
Told about the rapist in Gryffindor Tower and that he had been the Weasley’s pet all along, a human sicko pretending to be an animal. Draco watched Remus carefully as he finally said the name of the rat and explained how Harry’s godfather had been framed. That he was innocent and had been locked up in the magical world’s worst prison for the last ten years.
“Peter… no… It can’t be…” Remus felt completely numb. As if he were a ghost standing in a strange muggle apartment. Maybe he was dreaming. Everything seemed so unreal. “Sirius… betrayed… no… you’re wrong…”
“Go ask the Headmaster,” Draco said tiredly. He was utterly exhausted and scrubbed at his face. He’d been talking for going on two hours. His throat hurt, his voice was raspy. “He can confirm it was Peter. Has his body still and everything. I killed the fucker.”
Remus stood rooted to the spot for a long minute just staring at Draco as if he were an alien. Then he turned and bolted out the door.
Liam stood without saying anything and went to the door, shutting and locking it. He turned back to the couch and saw again the image of a tired five-year-old trying so hard to be strong. He couldn’t help smiling. “Crash on my couch for a couple o’hours. We’ll talk about what this means for us when you wake up.”
Liam went to the kitchen and got Draco some water and then went and fetched some blankets. Draco accepted both, drinking the water down and then snuggling into the blanket as he stretched out on the couch. Liam sank to the floor, putting his back to the couch. Draco let his arm fall down over Liam’s chest, making the man smile. He held gently to Draco’s wrist, determined to convince his bossy little brother that it would be okay to stay connected. Truth was, Liam would risk his life no question in order to keep his family together. The trick was to convince Draco that his life wouldn’t be in danger in the first place.
Chapter end.
A/N: Yay! The reunion scene! I worked so hard on it! :D
I’ll be glad for any feedback - both for the Harry/Draco scene and the reunion! Sorry it is taking so long for me to update. At least the chapters are longer, right? Expect the next update around Halloween. See ya!
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