The Ties That Bind
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
9,358
Reviews:
32
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0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 10
Title: The Ties That Bind - Chapter 10
Author: Dracoluvah
Pairing: Draco/Harry, Draco/Snape
Rating for series: NC-17
Genres: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Angst or Grief, Threesome
Summary: After the wake of Narcissa Malfoy, Harry and Draco are back at Hogwarts, but now as professors with Snape as their headmaster.
A/N: Thank you again to my beta Mistress Gwen. You rock!
Disclaimer: Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Harry Potter, Snape, and pretty much anything else recognizable belongs to J.K. Rowling.
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Draco felt like he was suffocating. There was no where to escape, no place to hide. He felt open, exposed, vulnerable, naked for the world to see. Tears were streaming down his face, and the man who had always been his shoulder to cry on had just sent him away, rejecting him. And then he remembered that there was another. He walked to the professors’ wing of the castle and gently knocked on the wooden door. As the door opened, Draco fell to his knees. Tears cascading down the blonde potion master’s face, “I’m so sorry. I’m so dreadfully sorry. If you even knew …”
The raven haired professor scooped him up in an embrace and carried him to the couch, “It’s all right. I’m here.”
“You won’t be,” pausing, “not after the horrible things I’ve done,” Draco cried.
“Draco, don’t. Don’t do this to yourself,” Harry stated, trying desperately to console the man he loved.
“Don’t say that. Don’t say you love me. You don’t know me like you think you do.”
“Draco Malfoy. You know I love you. You saw for yourself in the mirror that you are my heart’s greatest desire, so if there is something you feel you need to share with me, I suggest you do so now,” Harry said, while holding Draco’s soft, delicate hands.
Draco took a deep breath, closed his eyes, then pulled out his journal. With a wave of his hand he softly whispered, “Reparo”.
“What? Why?”, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was looking at the journal confused.
“After I journaled a few months ago, I ripped out a page because I was ashamed of what I’d done. Of what I do.”
Harry took the journal that was opened to a specific page and began to read the entry:
February 12
Why. Why do I continue to go to Snape! Why must I suck every ounce of him when I feel like shit. Like his magic wad is somehow going to heal me. Fuck! I’m not 14 anymore. I’m a Professor at Hogwarts! Bloody Hell!
That Kiss. That glorious kiss.
Potter. I have feelings for Potter. Fucking shit!
“I don’t know what to say,” Harry responded in a manner that was almost too calm.
Draco, wiping his tears on his shirt, “I told you. I told you wouldn’t love me if you knew this.”
“I still love you, you fucking idiot …” Harry paused, trying to get his thoughts in some sort of order, “Did you just go to him? Did you go to him before you came to me?”
“Yes,” Draco’s eyes looking down into his lap.
“Did you just suck him off,” Harry asked tensely.
“I wanted to, but …”
“But what,” Harry stood up, now pacing back and forth, fists clenched.
“But he wouldn’t let me.”
“Nice, so then I was your second choice.”
Draco bolted up, trying to hold Harry, to make eye contact, “It’s not like that!”
“Actually, it is.” Harry walked out of the room, turned back to Draco, “Let’s go.”
“Where?” Draco was completely confused.
“We need to talk. All three of us. Grab the bloody journal.”
Author: Dracoluvah
Pairing: Draco/Harry, Draco/Snape
Rating for series: NC-17
Genres: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Angst or Grief, Threesome
Summary: After the wake of Narcissa Malfoy, Harry and Draco are back at Hogwarts, but now as professors with Snape as their headmaster.
A/N: Thank you again to my beta Mistress Gwen. You rock!
Disclaimer: Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Harry Potter, Snape, and pretty much anything else recognizable belongs to J.K. Rowling.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco felt like he was suffocating. There was no where to escape, no place to hide. He felt open, exposed, vulnerable, naked for the world to see. Tears were streaming down his face, and the man who had always been his shoulder to cry on had just sent him away, rejecting him. And then he remembered that there was another. He walked to the professors’ wing of the castle and gently knocked on the wooden door. As the door opened, Draco fell to his knees. Tears cascading down the blonde potion master’s face, “I’m so sorry. I’m so dreadfully sorry. If you even knew …”
The raven haired professor scooped him up in an embrace and carried him to the couch, “It’s all right. I’m here.”
“You won’t be,” pausing, “not after the horrible things I’ve done,” Draco cried.
“Draco, don’t. Don’t do this to yourself,” Harry stated, trying desperately to console the man he loved.
“Don’t say that. Don’t say you love me. You don’t know me like you think you do.”
“Draco Malfoy. You know I love you. You saw for yourself in the mirror that you are my heart’s greatest desire, so if there is something you feel you need to share with me, I suggest you do so now,” Harry said, while holding Draco’s soft, delicate hands.
Draco took a deep breath, closed his eyes, then pulled out his journal. With a wave of his hand he softly whispered, “Reparo”.
“What? Why?”, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was looking at the journal confused.
“After I journaled a few months ago, I ripped out a page because I was ashamed of what I’d done. Of what I do.”
Harry took the journal that was opened to a specific page and began to read the entry:
February 12
Why. Why do I continue to go to Snape! Why must I suck every ounce of him when I feel like shit. Like his magic wad is somehow going to heal me. Fuck! I’m not 14 anymore. I’m a Professor at Hogwarts! Bloody Hell!
That Kiss. That glorious kiss.
Potter. I have feelings for Potter. Fucking shit!
“I don’t know what to say,” Harry responded in a manner that was almost too calm.
Draco, wiping his tears on his shirt, “I told you. I told you wouldn’t love me if you knew this.”
“I still love you, you fucking idiot …” Harry paused, trying to get his thoughts in some sort of order, “Did you just go to him? Did you go to him before you came to me?”
“Yes,” Draco’s eyes looking down into his lap.
“Did you just suck him off,” Harry asked tensely.
“I wanted to, but …”
“But what,” Harry stood up, now pacing back and forth, fists clenched.
“But he wouldn’t let me.”
“Nice, so then I was your second choice.”
Draco bolted up, trying to hold Harry, to make eye contact, “It’s not like that!”
“Actually, it is.” Harry walked out of the room, turned back to Draco, “Let’s go.”
“Where?” Draco was completely confused.
“We need to talk. All three of us. Grab the bloody journal.”