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Passion Play - Harry/Draco	By : Beren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Passion Play
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Author: Beren (aka Didi)

Email: beren@dtwins.co.uk

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created
and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury
Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money
is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warnings: This story is set post OOTP beware of SPOILERS.

Genre: Slash

Summary: Draco has become the victim of a Death Eater plot to assist
Voldemort's rise to power. There is only one way to save him, and Harry is it.

Author's Notes: Thanks to my sister who gave this the once over for me
as usual. This is another one of those fics that popped into my head demanding
to be written, so I followed the muse. I do hope you like it.

Passion Play

Taking a deep breath, Harry
looked around the room and tried to steady his nerves. This was not how he had
pictured his first sexual experience at all and quite frankly he was terrified.
In his mind he had definitely pictured a bedroom or at least something resembling
a bed; definitely not a stark room covered in ancient symbols that he had spent
the afternoon helping to create. He had also expected to be alone with his choice
of partner, but that wasn't about to happen either. This whole situation was
so bizarre that part of him did not really believe it was happening.

When Snape had returned
to Hogwarts from a Death Eater meeting and reported that a small group of Voldemort's
followers had a plan to provide the power their Master needed to finally push
into open war, Harry had never dreamt what that would mean. The fact that the
members of the Order sent to prevent this new initiative had returned to Hogwarts
with a symbol covered, partially insane Draco Malfoy had been a shock to evee, e,
but especially Harry and Snape who were both privy to one fact: Draco was not
a Death Eater.

"Are you ready, Harry?"
Remus asked and snapped his back to the present.

He was far from ready,
but he had little choice; Draco's life was in his hands. What the Death Eaters
had done to Draco was not truly dark magic, although it was highly illegal,
since the way they had done it was definitely against all decency and stepped
well into the area of assault. Sex magic, so Harry had recently found out, was
an ancient and seldom used form of magic legal only between consenting adults
and very dangerous in the wrong hands. As far as the Order had been able to
find out, Draco had been kidnapped only two days after returning to his home
for the Christmas holidays and over the past week had been subjected to humiliating
rituals which had turned him into a delirious, very powerful conduit for power.

As Harry understood it,
there was to have been a final ritual where the head of the conclave of Death
Eaters would have relieved Draco of his virginity and funnelled the resulting
release of energy into an amulet for Voldemort.

"I'm ready,"
Harry said quietly as he bolstered his courage.

Remus gave him an encouraging
smile and gently guided him further into the room. It was a smile he had thought
he might never see again when he had confessed his relationship with Draco.
Six months previously Harry and Draco had called a truce. After a very difficult
Occlumency lesson Harry had collapsed in the dungeon as he tried to leave the
classroom and while Snape had been trying to help him Draco had chanced upon
them. Now even before their relationship had changed, one thing Harry had known
was that Draco was not stupid and the Slytherin had not believed Snape's explanations.
Two weeks later Draco had gone to his head of house, confronted him over his
role as spy, and offered to change sides himself. It seemed that with his father
still in prison and his only other role model a spy, Draco had reconsidered
his allegiances.

Secrecy had been at the
forefront of the paranoid Slytherin's mind and Draco had allowed only two people
to know the truth, one of whom, much to his shock, was Harry. The fact that
they were mutually attracted to each other had taken three months of secret
meetings and hushed conversations (to which not even Dumbledore had been privy)
to discover, and their relationship consisted mostly of hurried kisses in locked
cupboards. The amount of information available to Draco was far larger than
to Snape thanks to his father's position and he had passed a great deal to the
Order.

Why Draco had been chosen
for the role of sexual conduit could have been to do with Death Eater suspicions,
but it could just have easily been that his father was not there to protect
him.

Harry glanced over to where
his boyfriend was being tended by Snape. Most of the time Draco was incoherent
and for the majority of the coming hour the decision had been taken to keep
his stupefied. Hence Draco was lying completely still under a thin sheet which
shielded his pale, symbol-covered skin from Harry's watching eyes. There was
not an inch of Draco's body which was not adorned with some form of deep red
markings, even under his hair, and if this worked how it was supposed to work,
Harry would soon be in the same state.

Finding out what was wrong
with Draco had been a matter of confronting Snape and demanding answers; even
the Potions master had been unaware of quite how close Harry and his protege
had become. The rituals performed on Draco had been purification and focusing
rites, preparing him to be the perfect vessel for magic as his virginity was
sacrificed. The underlying idea was not evil, had he been a willing participant,
power was just power, but the intent and the purity of the other participant
in the ritual was a big factor in the results. At a basic level Draco was now
an open channel that anyone could use to drag large amounts of power into the
world. The only way to counter what had been done to him was to complete the
ritual.

There had been talk of
locking Draco in St Mungo's for his own safety until some way to undo the damage
was found, but that would have been torture for Draco and highly dangerous for
the side of the Light if anyone managed to reach him. Once Harry had managed
to drag the details out of Snape it had been very clear that the only way to
guarantee Draco would return to normal and the magic released would be light
and pure was for the ritual to be completed by a similarly purified virgin who
bore no ill will. Harry had thought the whole thing through for a good two hours
and then walked into the hospital wing and volunteered. When he had explained
in words of one syllable that he and Draco were more than friends and he wanted
his boyfriend back sane, those aware of the situation had reluctantly agreed.

A whispered conversation
with Draco in one of his lucid moments had gained his consent and for the past
two days Harry had been doing nothing but reading and preparing. The traditional
ritual required four people; two participants and two seconds. One of the participants
could be male or female, but the other had to be male according to all the texts,
since physical penetration of a very particular sort was required to complete
the rite. The seconds were there to prepare the participants using the purification
and marking rituals and traditionally this would be done for both at the same
time. Draco had been subjected to more than one purification ritual and more
than one marking ceremony to increase the power yield, which had resulted in
his barely sentient state. Harry did not want to think what his boyfriend must
be going through because by all accounts he would be finding it hard to control
himself by the time he had been prepared, so what Draco must be feeling was
beyond imagination.

"Slip off your robe
and climb into the basin," Remus coaxed gently as Harry found himself pausing
nervously,

He knew everything he was
required to do and his mind was willing, but he was anxious and afraid. This
was one of the most significant steps in his life and Harry was scared as hell;
in one hour's time he would have lost his virginity in front of an audience
no less, and if the books were right he and Draco would have channelled enough
power to light up the room. That is of course if he didn't do something stupid
and mess the whole ritual up.

Taking another deep breath
he unbelted the loose robe he was wearing and slipped it off his shoulders.
It pooled on the floor at his feet leaving him naked and feeling very vulnerable.
His skin prickled and the hairs all over his body stood on end as the magic
already in the room seemed to realise why he was there. Removing his glasses
he placed them on the small table to his left and then walked forward, climbing
the one step up to the plinth they had transfigured earlier that day and stepping
into the shallow basin on top of it. Kneeling down he sat on his haunches and
waited for the ritual to begin.

He had chosen Remus as
his second because, since Sirius' death, there was no one he trusted more. Some
of the things the ritual required were intimate and what Remus would see was
beyond what could really be expected of any friend. That the werewolf had agreed
had been a great relief to Harry and he did not think he would ever be able
to repay Remus for this kindness. That Draco had chosen Snape was not a surprise
and Harry perversely found himself less nervous about that than about Remus;
after all Snape had seen many of the secrets in his mind already.

Coming to stand in front
of him, Remus pulled out his wand and pointed it directly at Harry's forehead.
With a whispered spell that Harry barely heard, but still understood from the
research he had done over the last two days, the ritual began. As Remus' wand
touched his face he felt the first stirrings of power and he felt something
creeping over the skin of his forehead, curling round his scar and down over
the side of either eye. When the wand was withdrawn the slithering sensation
stopped, but it left Harry shivering as he trie hol hold himself still.

"You have been found
pure," Remus spoke evenly and firmly, looking him straight in the eye and
Harry knew that the pattern on his forehead was that of a sign of three.

Had he not been a virgin
the pattern would have been a sun disc and the purification ritual would have
had to have been altered to acknowledge this fact. There were many facts about
him that the rite would show to any who saw him, but it was a small sacrifice
to save Draco's life.

In response to his second's
affirmation he lowered his head and waited for the first stage in what was going
to be the most thorough washing of his life. Just thinking about it made him
want to curl into a small ball and ask for someone else to do this, so he firmly
pushed what he knew was to happen from the front of his thoughts. All that was
important was now, and he knew himself well enough to know that he could cope
with the present as long as he didn't think about it too hard.
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"Water to wash away
the past," Remus intoned evenly and ice cold water trickled down from the
top of Harry's head, over his neck and back as his second tipped it over him.

It was so cold that it
felt like tiny little knives digging into his skin and he shuddered uncontrollably,
grabbing for the side of the basin to prevent himself flinching away. Remus'
hand gently touched him on the shoulder, steadying him and Harry took a deep
breath, pushing himself back into his original position and releasing the side
of the basin again.
>The next liquid to touch
his skin was warmer and it tingled lightly as it flowed over his scalp. It was
a light cleansing potion which he had watched Snape prepare the previous day
and he could feel it cleaning his skin as it trickled over it, but he felt it
even more when Remus began running a comb through his hair, spreg thg the potion
through the thick locks as well. This was about physical cleanliness as a symbolic
route to spiritual cleanliness and opening the body to the power that would
be channelled.

With painstaking care Remus
poured more of the potion over Harry and he knelt very still as his second rubbed
it into his skin. Soon he was tingling all over his back and then Remus lifted
one of his arms, covering it from shoulder to finger tip, leaving no millimetre
of skin untouched. After his second had given the same treatment to the other
arm Harry sat back without the need of being asked. There was a sequence to
Remus' progress and Harry kept his mind firmly on what he had to do, not what
he knew his second was going to do.

As Remus' efficient fingers
moved over his chest and his already sensitive nipples he could not prevent
the quiet gasp that slipped between his lips. So far his fear had prevented
his body from betraying him by reacting to Remus' calm touches, but as his second's
hands brushed over the small erogenous nubs he felt a throb further down. Harry
could only thank Remus' calm, good sense as his second completely ignored his
reaction and continued what he was doing as if Harry was not in the least stimulated.

Once Remus had cleansed
to his waste in a time that seemed like an eternity, Harry sat up and forward
so that his legs were exposed. His second started with his buttocks and then
moved down over his thighs, lower legs and feet. At each point Harry moved as
he was supposed to, allowing access to whichever portion of his body was required.
Only as Remus finished his legs did his nerves really make themselves known,
since there were only two placed left.

As required Harry sat back,
legs slightly apart and fixed his eyes firmly on his unconscious boyfriend across
the room. This was for Draco; he could do anything for someone he cared for
and he concentrated on this thought without letting his mind wander to anything
else. When Remus' firm grip took hold of his semi-erect penis he breathed out
hard through his nose and bit his lip, refusing to look away from where Draco
was lying. The tingling from the potion was stimulating to say the least and
although Remus' fingers were fast and professional, the sensations they sent
to his brain as his second rubbed the potion into his shaft and balls caused
more than a slight reaction.

Harry felt himself hardening
even though he willed himself not to and bit his lip hard enough that it hurt.
It distracted him for a moment, but it did nothing to dispel the arousal in
his body. When Remus moved around behind him once more he leant forward again,
gripping the side of the basin with both hands. The cleansing ritual for conduit:
Draco and catalyst: Harry was the same and what was to come filled him with
a feeling of dread.

He could not prevent the
shudder as fingers gently parted the cheeks of his behind and ran down his cleft,
massaging in the potion, but he held himself as motionless as possible. Then
those fingers stopped moving where they were spreading him, leaving him feeling
vulnerable and humiliated. He shut his eyes, squeezing them tight shut as not
even the sight of Draco helped anymore, and then he felt the the touch of something
small, hard and cone shaped pushing insistently against his entrance. It was
slick and not very large so it slipped in easily, but while it didn't hurt it
was a very unsettling sensation. Then before he had time to adjust he felt warm,
viscous liquid forced into him and he was tingling on the inside as well as
the outside.

Biting into his lip so
that it bled was enouenough to stop the whimper which escaped his throat, and
he desperately fought the urge to beg for this to end. He was aroused and embarrassed
and he wanted this to be over so badly that only the thought of Draco being
forced into this by strangers over and over again, kept him from asking it to
stop.

The nozzle was withdrawn
and then Harry just tried to think of anything else as with Remus' help his
body divested itself of the invasive fluid. By the time is was over he felt
very clean, but not in the least cleansed, and he could not look Remus in the
eye as the washing finished and they moved on to the next part of the ritual.

"It's alright, Harry,"
the werewolf whispered quietly as his second positioned himself in front of
him, "you are doing very well."

As Remus pointed his wand
directly at his forehead once more, Harry could not help the momentary fear
which curled in his stomach. It was an instinctive reaction which had nothing
to do with his nervousness or what was yet to come and was all to do with the
trained response within him to never be on the other end of a wand without being
armed himself. The feeling dissipated quickly, but the strength of it shocked
him for a moment.

In little more than a whisper
Remus spoke the words of the incantation for the focusing phase of the ritual.
Harry was already aroused, but he knew that it was about to become a whole lot
worse. The creeping sensation on his skin began almost immediately and he bit
his already bloody lip to keep any sound from coming out of his mouth.coulcould
feel the markings on his forehead growing and spreading; up over his scalp,
under his hair and down over his face. It was a torture all of its own.

It seemed to take forever
as the patterns of force being created on his skin oozed slowly into place and
it felt terrible and wonderful at the same time. He closed his eyes, unable
to resist the pull of each sensation as, like gentle fingers trailing across
his skin, invisible brushes marked him for power; and hisic bic began to shift
within him as the designs wrought themselves on and under his skin.

By the time he could feel
the charm working down over his neck onto his chest he was panting. Desire and
power stirred in his body with equal measure; two ancient forces vying for position
within him and drawing him closer to frenzy of the ritual. Remus continued to
chant, but Harry could no longer concentrate enough to make out the individual
words; his whole world was the creeping, crawling sensation of power along his
skin and the response from his own magic and body.

The design continued to
form itself down over his chest, back and arms, leaving no part of his torso
untouched. Patterns were traced down his backbone; over his nipples; under his
arms; around his wrists; even to the tips of his fingers, and each millimetre
of marking increased his sense of power and arousal. As two long lines shot
from just above his waist, down each soverover his hips and onto his legs right
to his ankles, he could not hold back the moan that took over his throat.

Just like the washing there
was an order to the creation of the power markings and as the lines which had
just finished curling around his fingers started their agonisingly slow progress
back up his arms, the markings which had so rapidly sped down his legs split
sending lines down over his feet and back up towards his knees.

Harry was literally alive
with sensation and there was no room left in his mind for fear or trepidation;
all there was, was desire and power. He felt more aware than he had ever felt
in his entire life and it was so difficult not to throw himself at Draco and
demand completion.

They were at war and there
had been no time for him to really understand what he felt for Draco. Theirs
was a relationship that defied explanation; from enemies to lovers in a way
no one could have predicted, but as his body filled with lust and desire it
concentrated his mind on what he was about to do and he realised something.
This was not about helping out a friend and oft times kissing partner; this
was not about doing the right thing to save a comrade in arms; as Harry felt
the markings looping up his legs and curling around his navel he knew there
was only one reason he was doing this: he was in love. This recognition fed
the flames of desire and pothatthat were already blazing inside him and he could
not help collapsing forward as his whole body throbbed with emotion and need.

He ached to reach out and
find Draco, to finish what had been done to them both, but the ritual demanded
he control himself. The stone of the basin bit into his hands and he grasped
at it desperately. This had to be right; everything had to be perfect to save
the grey eyed Slytherin who had stolen his heart.

Painfully hard and shivering
from head to foot he held on, refusing to give in to the rampaging desire and
pulsing waves of magic in his body. The markings were almost complete, but it
felt like they were taking forever as the lines on his stomach ly tly twisted
their way downwards and those on his legs trailed their way across the inside
of his thighs and up over his buttocks. It was so hard to hold still and he
no longer cared what sounds fell from his mouth; all he knew was that he wanted
to fill Draco with love and power and take him to a place beyond reality.

As he felt the lines sweep
over his tail bone and down the cleft of his arse from behind and loop round
the base of his erection, encircling his balls and shifting quickly up the shaft
of his penis, Harry thought he might come there and then. Only the tightening
of the design around his cock, as if it were a ligature of some description,
stopped him and this time he collapsed forward without being able to stop himself
at all. If Remus' strong arms had not caught him he probably would have knocked a f a few teeth out on the basin.

"Almost there, Harry,"
his second whispered quietly, "almost there."

Gently, almost like a father
with his child, Snape first took Draco's left hand, pulling it above the stupefied
Slytherin's head and tying it to a loop of stone with a leather thong, and then
did the same with Draco's ri Wit With a flourish, Snape then produced his wand
cast the counter charm to the hex holding Draco under. The change was instantaneous
as the pale body covered in red markings arched away from the floor of the room
and Draco pulled at his bonds with a desperate moan.

"Be still," Snape
commanded in a tone that begged no argument and, as Harry watched, his boyfriend's
movements became less pronounced, but Draco was incapable of obeying completely.

Harry so wanted to reach
out to his boyfriend and finish this, to slide into Draco like a lover should
and join their bodies together, but he was held motionless. His muscles were
frozen, but the power and desire still moved through him, demanding release.

It had taken Draco only
seconds to become hard and his boyfriend's erection was weeping as Harry dragged
his eyes up and down the prone body before him. He wanted to cry out in protest
and scream that only he had theht tht to touch Draco as Snape and Remus both
gently took a leg and raised Draco off the warmed floor. Snape pushed a small
pillow under the Slytherin's arse, speaking to Draco all the time at a level
Harry could not make out.

Snape had performed the
necessary cleansing rites while Remus had been dealing with Harry and as he
watched with baited breath Snape dipped his fingers in a small bowl to his right
and gently moved them to Draco's exposed entrance. As the Potions master's digits
touched Draco the Slytherin writhed and moaned, causing magical and physical
responses in Harry that his frozen muscles could not obey. The grip Snape and
Remus had on Draco was however enough to keep the Slytherin in place and as
Harry tried to concentrate on breathing he watched Snape slowly rub his slick
fingers over Draco's arse, spreading his cs ans and easing round the tight muscle.

When Snape slipped one
finger inside Draco keened, and the need in the sound daggered straight through
every part of Harry. He needed to touch; needed to be with his chosen; needed
to complete this, to be with the one he loved completely. He wanted Draco so
much that it was agony to be held away from him and to see his boyfriend needing
him just as much.

It felt like agonising
hours as Snape worked gently, slowly and dispassionately with first one finger,
then two, and finally three to loosen Draco ready for Harry. He felt as if he
might die if he wasn't released soon and the sounds coming from his boyfriend
were driving him mad. Magic demanded an end to this, desire demanded an end
to this, and love demanded an end to this.

Remus moved towards him
as Snape continued his ministrations on Draco and he knew it was almost time.
When his second dipped his hand into the same bowl Snape had been using and
coated Harry's cock in slick warm liquid the spell almost wasn't enough to hold
him in place. Even as s mos moved back to his place beside Draco, Harry strained
against the enchantment holding him still and he felt the magic in the room
respond. He knew without a doubt that if he was not released soon he would be
releasing himself.

When Snape finally withdrew
his hand and Remus pointed his wand at Harry muttering the release charm, he
all but lunged at Draco. He came to a halt between his boyfriend's legs, poised
over Draco, looking down into his lover's tight shut features. They were so
close and for a moment time seemed to stop as Draco slowly opened his eyes and
their gazes met. Under the haze of desire and lust Harry saw what he needed
to know, saw what completed the knowledge in him and caused his magic to surge
like a tide: he saw love returned.

This was not really about
sex, it was about primal forces meeting and they were vessels for those forces
to meet and join. Following instincts that came from more than just his need
Harry positioned himself and pushed into Draco with one thrust. His lover's
body did not resist at all as power beyond either of them used their forms to
complete a cycle that was ancient and never ending. Harry was barely aware of
what his body was doing as sensation beyond the simple coupling of two human
beings took away his mind.

As he thrust repeatedly
into Draco power joined with power and their markings aligned, joining body
to body as they meshed where the catalyst penetrated the conduit and a gateway
was formed. As his orgasm hit, Harry heard Draco screaming his name and felt
the muscles surrounding him shuddering, but all that dimmed away as power, the
like of which he had never felt before, flooded from Draco, through him and
into the room. The world simply went away.

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Harry opened his eyes slowly
and found that he was tingling from head to toe; he was also sprawled in a very
uncomfortable position and his face was squashed against the stone floor. It
took him a while longer to figure out that he was still in contact with Draco
and was in fact lying half on top of his lover where he must have fallen as
they completed the ritual. It was impossible to know how long he had been lying
there, but his arm that was under his body had gone numb, so it had been some
time. This led him to wonder why Remus and Snape had not tried to separate him
and Draco, or at least move them into a more comfortable position, and with
this in mind he decided that moving was a definite need.

It was more difficult than
he cared to admit as he tried to shift without further squashing Draco, and
there was a groan from beneath him as he attempted to move. It was only when
he managed to get his good arm under him and pushed himself up slightly that
he realised something; he was not just still on Draco, he was in him and what
was somewhat more unsettling was that Harry could not pull away. Most of the
markings on himself and Draco appeared to be gone, buthe lhe looked down he
could see some still trailing along the centre of his lover's chest and towards
where they appeared to be stuck together.

As he tried to figure this
out the tingling in his body, which was not to do with muscles coming back to
life, began to shift and it didn't take him more than a few seconds to realise
exactly where it appeared to be headed. Very quickly his groin was doing more
than gently buzzing.

A quick glance around showed
him why no one had attempted to assist either him or Draco as his eyes settled
on Remus lying flat on the floor and not moving. Panic threatened until he caught
sight of the werewolf's chest rising and falling in a regular manner; Remus
was breathing normally. Looking the other way he found Snape in a similar state
and was thoroughly confused; this was not supposed to have happened, something
must have gone wrong.

When a louder groan came
from beneath him he was incredibly relieved as well as becoming somewhat nervous,
after all he and Draco were in a rather awkward position and his lover had been
barely sentient during the ritual. He looked down, trying to hold himself as
much away from Draco assibssible to give his companion a little space, but he
did not have much room to manoeuvre.

"Harry?" Draco
asked sounding confused, but to Harry's relief, in full control of his faculties.

His lover's voice did nothing
to stop the tingling in his lower regions, but at least it gave him something
else on which to focus.

"We're stuck,"
Harry said, completely unable to think of anything else to say.

Draco blinked as he stared
down and suddenly his lover laughed; Harry really didn't know how to react,
but the movement sent some very interesting sensations a his his cock.

It was quite obvious that
Draco believed Harry had spoken from some sense of responsibility, which, given
his agitated state, was a valid assumption, but that wasn't why he had done
it at all.

"I wouldn't have said
anything if I didn't mean it," he said, in a much more composed manner.
"I'm just not very good about talking about these things."<

Draco frowned thoughtfully
and eventually smiled.

"You can volunteer
to have sex with me with two of our professors watching, but you can't talk
about you and me sneaking off somewhere and exploring each other for a while,"
his lover teased.

"I never claimed to
be logical," Harry replied, blushing even harder. "Um ... so do you
want to?"

Draco crawled up the bed
and placed a kiss on the end of his nose.

"I would be honoured,"
Draco said lightly, "my bashful, embarrassed, Gryffindor."

The smile that burst onto
his face almost hurt as Harry did not even try and hide his joy at the whole
idea.

"Do you think Madame
Pomfrey will let us out of here soon," he asked expectantly; "or maybe
we can sneak out when she's not looking?"

Draco laughed and snuggled
back down again.

"Ever eager,"
he commented cheerfully. "I knew there was a reason I loved you."

The End
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