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Never Ever Again
Chapter Number/Total: 10/44
Chapter Title: Never Ever Again
Words: 4682 Words
Harry had just gotten back from his Side-Along Apparition with Mr Weasley, who had met them at Number Twelve after his day at work. Harry had missed Draco terribly and was expecting him to be home when he got there, but Ginny said they still weren't back yet. Harry was anxious about Draco's arm. What if they had told him that there was nothing they could do? As of now, Harry was sitting in the living room, staring at the fireplace, his knees bouncing nervously as he waited.
He watched, smiling as everyone came through the Floo. He felt relief knowing that he would see Draco in just a few short seconds. He leapt to his feet and greeted Bill happily. He allowed Fleur to kiss him on the cheek and then Mrs Weasley showed up and stared fondly at them all. Fred and George, who had also gone to Number Twelve that day, came tearing in from the kitchen. "BILL'S HOME!" George bellowed happily, rushing forward to greet his brother. Everyone came streaming in after that and there was so much commotion in the room, no one noticed anyone missing... except Harry, of course. He was still standing by the fireplace and Mrs Weasley.
"Where's Draco?" he asked her.
"What?" she asked absently. "Oh, he'll be along. He was right behind me."
Harry nodded and stared at the fireplace. A minute passed and there was still no Draco. Harry's heart began to speed up. "Why's he not here?" he asked.
Mrs Weasley frowned and turned to stare at the fireplace as well. "He should be right along," she said, sounding confused.
Harry swallowed and waited another two minutes. His breathing quickened. "Where is he?" he asked, voice a little high.
"He should have been here by now," said Bill, also realising what was going on. He frowned and stared at the fireplace with Harry and Mrs Weasley.
Harry waited another fifteen seconds and then he'd had enough. "I need some Floo powder," he said firmly, holding out his hand.
"Oh, I'm sure he's all right," said Mrs Weasley, although she didn't sound so sure.
"Just please give me some."
Mrs Weasley frowned again and reached into her bag to pull some powder out. She placed it in Harry's outstretched hand. "Perhaps you should take Arthur- " she began, but before anyone else in the room knew what was going on, Harry had stepped into the fireplace and was shouting, "St Mungo's!"
He fell out of the fireplace in the waiting room of the hospital and then jumped to his feet. He looked around wildly and didn't see Draco anywhere. He ran to the woman at the desk.
"Was there a sort of tall bloke in here with really light blond hair?" he asked quickly.
The witch stared at him. "You mean the Malfoy boy?"
Harry nodded frantically.
"He just left."
Harry's eyes widened. "Left through the Floo?" he asked.
She shook her head. "No, the door."
"The door?"
"The door."
"Where did he go?"
"I don't know. You'd have to find him and ask him-"
But she didn't get to finish, because Harry was tearing through the door and running through the disguised Muggle store and out onto the Muggle street.
He was shaking now, his breaths coming in gasps.
***
Draco hadn't really remembered deciding to do anything. He had just started walking. He had walked out the door of the hospital and had begun walking randomly through the streets. He was very cold and tired now. He just wanted to find somewhere to sit down for a bit. Maybe take a nap. It seemed awfully cold for June. He wandered along until he came upon a bench at the edge of a small park. He sat down gratefully, leaning back. He must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he realised, he had fallen to the ground.
There were voices yelling at him but he didn't really understand them. "Pansy" and "fucking queer" were the only ones that seemed to register. Someone grabbed his hair at the back of his head and brought his face up. An angry man spat at him. He dimly registered the Muggle clothes and that the man was not alone. He felt a sharp pain as if someone had kicked him then.
Out on the Muggle street, where there were so many places Draco could've gone and so many ways to turn, Harry started to panic. He took off down the street to his right, listening for he didn't even know what. "Draco!" he yelled, staring around him. He took off further down the street. "Draco!" he shouted again, his breathing hurting now. "Oh, Merlin, oh no, please no."
He turned a corner and heard voices. Harry headed toward them as quickly as he could, intending to ask if they had seen a blond bloke. The words "Nancy boy," said harshly, made him stop in his tracks for a second and he took a moment to really focus on the people in front of him. What he saw made his eyes widen and his body shake with fury instead of fear. He could feel his magic crackle through him like lightning.
There were three Muggle men, maybe in their twenties. One of them had Draco on his knees on the ground, holding him by his hair. As Harry watched, a second one punched Draco in the stomach. The third one was standing back a couple of feet but he was no less vocal in his insults and seemed to be encouraging the other two. Draco looked barely conscious. His eyes were half closed and there was blood around his mouth.
Harry flew forward and leapt at the man holding Draco by the hair, knocking him to the ground. He delivered quite a few punches to the man's face, as none of the men had seen him coming. The man who had punched Draco came at Harry now, but Harry pulled out his wand and hexed him before he could even blink. The third man watched with wide eyes as his friend fell to the ground, and he was completely still for about a second before he took off as fast as he could in the opposite direction. Harry furiously threw a Stupefy at him and he fell to the ground. Harry turned back to the man beneath him and punched him one last time; his hand hurt but he took no notice. He staggered to his feet and then dropped to his knees in front of Draco, still shaking badly. He clutched Draco to him and let out a single choked sob.
Pain was the only sensation left, apparently. Draco's limbs were cold and numb, but he'd felt the punch. Then the storm of power that was Harry's magic was crackling in the air. Draco reached for it, knowing he needed it and not able to stop himself. His hands, mechanical and real, took hold of Harry's shirt and pulled him forward. Draco pressed his bloody lips to Harry's as if he needed Harry’s breath itself.
The blood he tasted on Draco's lips seemed to fuel Harry and he staggered to his feet again and pulled Draco up with him. There was so much adrenaline and magic flowing through him that he was actually able to pick up Draco, who was taller and almost entirely dead weight, and throw him over his shoulder. He couldn't remember ever being so angry. He could scarcely think. What was he supposed to do with Draco now? He knew what he needed, but his brain wasn't functioning correctly and he began walking heavily in the wrong direction, across the park they were at. He made it all the way to the other side of the park before his legs finally gave up on him, not being able to hold Draco's weight, and he collapsed on the grass.
Draco moaned, his body landing in the grass, his hands still clutching Harry. "Please, please," was all he could say. He knew he needed Harry.
Harry looked around him wildly and dragged Draco over behind a bush and began pulling at his trousers. He knew he wasn't going to be able to carry Draco all the way to wherever it was he should take him, and he couldn't remember where that was for the life of him in time for him to be okay. He ripped Draco's underwear down too and then began fumbling around with his own trousers.
Draco gasped as the feel of Harry's hands touching him. They were so warm against his cold skin. He needed the warmth. "Harry, please," Draco begged.
Harry didn't have any lubrication and he spit in the palm of his hand and slicked his, totally binding promise-powered, erection. He knew it wasn't enough, but there was nothing he could do about it. He spit on his fingers again and used them to prepare Draco as best he could before flipping Draco around and popping the head of his cock into him.
Draco cried out. His entire body spasmed as Harry entered him. The pain was sharp but so was the rush of warmth. Harry's magic radiated out from that point of contact, waking nerves gone numb.
Harry was gasping, not because he was enjoying himself, because he wasn't at all, but because he was still scared out of his mind. He pushed forward all the way, feeling the resistance like he never had, but that didn't feel very good either; it only served to scare him more.
Draco was crying, the pain in his limbs changing to heat and his consciousness returning with it. What the fuck had he done? He knew what was happening. Harry was fucking him. He couldn't see him, facing down like this, but he could feel Harry's magic running through his body. Only, it hurt instead of feeling good. He could feel anger and fear in the power.
Harry just thrust forward again and again. It was all he could think to do, because it was what he knew he had to do. It seemed like it was going on forever. All he could think was a mixture of, in, out, in, out, in, out, and please come already, please come.
"Harry." Draco was aware enough now to know that something was very wrong. "Harry, please, please stop!" he cried out again.
Harry let out another choked sob and stopped immediately. "Draco?" he gasped.
"Yes, Harry; stop." Draco lay panting, pain shuddering through him.
Harry pulled out, still gasping for breath, and fell to the ground next to Draco. He couldn't think about anything but how angry and scared he still was. And how he had thought for those few short minutes, that had stretched on for what seemed like forever, that Draco had been... that something had happened to him, something horrible.
Draco was shaking but he managed to crawl the short space to Harry and curl against him, his true hand reaching around his waist and pulling tight. "Hold me," he gasped.
Harry reached his arms out and held Draco to him tightly, silent, angry tears brimming his eyes. Harry lay shaking as his ability to think slowly came back to him.
"I was afraid," Draco whispered, his face pressed to Harry's chest.
Harry was breathing quickly though his nose now. "Afraid?" he spat, unable to keep the anger from his voice.
Harry's anger hit like a blow, his magic crackling with it and Draco shrank back.
Harry struggled to get himself under control and held Draco tighter. He couldn't trust himself to say much more than "Tell me, please," as calmly as he could manage.
Draco was shaking again, whether from fear, cold or the magic, he wasn't sure. He wanted to tell Harry what happened, but it sounded so ridiculous now. "I don't belong," he said quietly.
Harry closed his eyes and then sat up suddenly, bringing Draco with him. He held his face tightly in his hands and stared at him hard. "Don't you ever do that to me again," he said, voice cracking. "Never, ever, ever again. Do you hear me?"
"Yes," Draco said, looking into green fire. And it was even more ridiculous that this anger -- this look, this passion -- felt completely different than it had before. Suddenly the magic had shifted and ran warm fingers down his spine. "Yes, Harry, yours. Belong to you," Draco said breathlessly.
Harry was crying now. "You said you would go wherever I go and be at my side! You promised, Draco! I can't keep my promise if you break yours!" He added a little shake of Draco's head between sentences.
Shame made Draco's cheeks flush pink and he tried to look away but Harry’s hands held his face. He felt helpless in his hands. He wanted to kiss him, to hold him, to reassure him, but he didn't understand himself why he had done it. "I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't do that to me again," Harry repeated, letting go of Draco's face and hugging him to him. "Please, don't ever do that to me again."
"No, I won't leave you again," Draco said, crying again. He felt the compulsion there but he also felt he didn't need it. No matter what, he was not walking out on Harry again. Ever. He wrapped his arms around the other boy and held him tight. "I am yours, always and completely," he said. "I will never try to leave you again."
Harry sobbed into Draco's shoulder, clutching his robes tightly. He didn't know what else to say or do but sit there and cry.
"I thought you would be better off without me," Draco said, trying desperately to explain. Harry's sobs felt painful to him.
"How could you think that?" Harry whispered, bringing his face out of hiding to look Draco in the eyes.
Draco felt his heart clench at the look in those green eyes. "I ... I did that to Bill, to Dumbledore. It could have been you," he babbled.
Harry let out a frustrated sob at that. "No, you didn't," he said. "You didn't do it. They made you go up on that tower; Crabbe and Goyle fixed that fucking cabinet; and I'm fine. You didn't do it, Draco."
"Harry, tell me, would you have gone up there and disarmed Dumbledore? Could they really have made you do that? I don't think so," Draco said sadly.
"It's not your fault," Harry said, trying to get Draco to see things the way he saw them. "You didn't do that on purpose. I was there. I saw the whole thing. I know you wouldn't have killed him."
"There are so many ways I could have tried to stop it and didn't," Draco said, sighing. "And now you are stuck with me. You didn't want me. It was an accident."
"Draco, you were scared! You were trying to kill yourself! And how can you say that I'm stuck with you? If I were stuck with you without wanting to be, believe me, you'd know it! I fell in love with you from the moment I first kissed you in the Room of Requirement. And yes, the promise was an accident, but I meant every fucking word of it and still do. I love you more than anything else in the world, literally. I would live for you forever and I would die for you without thinking twice about it. I love you, with every part of me. All of it is yours."
Draco was stunned. He blinked tears from his eyes and reached a hand out to touch Harry's face. "Mine?" he said in a voice full of wonder.
"Yes," Harry said, wondering if it had finally sunk in. "All of me is yours. I swear it, and I would make another promise with you right now just so you would know for certain."
"I believe you," Draco said quietly, tears still running down his cheeks. He leaned forward, never taking his eyes from Harry's and kissed him.
Harry sighed and kissed Draco back, still tasting the blood on his mouth. He really did mean every word of what he'd just said; every single word of it.
Draco opened his mouth and ran his tongue over Harry's lips, encouraging more from the other boy.
Harry sucked Draco's tongue into his own mouth, wrapping his arms more tightly around him.
Draco arched into him, moaning as Harry sucked on his tongue.
Harry pulled away slightly after a few moments, but didn't move away from Draco. "I hurt you," he whispered. "I don't want to hurt you again."
"I need you," Draco said, "but more importantly, I want you."
Harry stared at Draco for a moment and then gently lowered him back onto the ground. "I want you," he whispered against his lips. "I always will; don't ever forget that."
"Yes, I don't think I understand why," Draco said, "but I believe you."
Harry knew exactly why, but now wasn't really the time to explain. He kissed Draco again and brought his hand down to stroke Draco's erection gently.
Draco's trousers were still around his knees and he loved the feel of Harry's hands on skin. "Yes," he encouraged.
While Draco was fairly distracted, Harry brought the fingers of his left hand up and stuck them in his mouth, slicking them as best he could with the only thing he could possibly use. He moved them to Draco's entrance and pushed them in gently, increasing the pressure of his right hand on Draco's cock so that we would be distracted from the pain.
Draco was still sore from earlier, but Harry's hand on his cock and his own need for the other boy made it a strange combination of pain and pleasure that had him trembling. He knew that he still needed this. He could feel the cold inside, but he also wanted Harry, and wanted the reassurance.
Harry brought his fingers out and spit on them again, before moving them back down and spreading more moisture over Draco. He finally spit in his palm a few times and slicked his cock again. He stilled his right hand and moved into position. "I love you, Draco. I swear I do," he said, staring at Draco seriously.
"I love you." Draco smiled, looking up at him and nodding for him to continue.
Harry took a big breath and pushed forward and as slowly and gently as he could, treating Draco like fragile glass. "Okay?" he asked.
Draco hissed at the pain of entry, but nodded. He could feel the spark of magic too. It helped. He relaxed and pulled Harry closer.
Harry nodded, concentrating everything he had into the boy below him. He kept that very slow, gentle pace; more rocking than thrusting. He brought his mouth down upon Draco's again and kissed him, trying to show Draco how important he was to him.
Draco kissed him back, sucking and licking at his lips. "Need you, want you," he whispered between kisses. Harry's warmth was spreading into him now and the pain was receding. He arched into his lover now, wanting more.
Harry was breathing heavily through his nose and let out a quiet moan as Draco arched into him. He sped his hips up just a bit, giving into the pleasure himself now.
They had never made love outside before. Draco was aware of the feeling of the night air on his body and the way in contrasted with the heat from Harry's. "Fill me," he moaned, loving it when Harry moved deep inside him.
Harry gasped at Draco's words, his mind spinning. He thrust deeper into Draco, trying a slightly different angle.
"Gods, yes," Draco moaned when Harry's shift had him thrusting in that right spot. As Harry's desire grew, so did the magical energy. Instead of angry and hurting, this was warm and erotic. Draco's skin tingled with it.
Harry knew that he had hit Draco's prostate and kept at that angle, thrusting harder. "Merlin," he let out in a choked voice.
"Yes, please," Draco begged, loving that he knew Harry would give him what he needed. Harry had come after him, told him he loved and needed him too.
Harry thrust and thrust and thrust, almost abusing that spot inside of Draco. "Come, Draco," he whispered. "Come all over me. I want to feel it. I want to feel you clench around me like you don't want me to pull out, like you never want me to leave you." He was gasping for breath now, feeling his own release creeping up on him.
"Oh, yes, never leave," Draco cried out. He probably could have come from Harry's words alone, desire and love sending him shooting. The compulsion was just the last kick to send him over the edge. He came crying and writhing under Harry.
Harry gasped again and Draco did clench around him, sending him spiralling into his own orgasm. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tight as he filled Draco with his sticky, hot seed.
Draco's orgasm was still making him arch when Harry's hit, bringing with him that release of wild magic that made Draco's nervous system seem on fire. He was sent spiralling again into that heat and he gripped Harry as hard as he could.
Harry kissed Draco hard on the mouth thrusting his tongue inside as he rode his orgasm out, his body shaking with pleasure. He loved how impossibly close he felt to Draco, how joined he felt with him right then, more than physically.
Draco's sense of awareness came back slowly. In addition to Harry's body in and on him, he could feel wet grass beneath him and shivered at the cool breeze on his skin.
Harry lifted his head, still panting a bit, and stared down at Draco. "Are you all right?" he asked shakily.
"I am yours, so yes, I am." Draco smiled, his hand caressing Harry's face. "Uh, where are we?" he said at last.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "In a Muggle park a few streets away from St Mungo's," he said.
Draco looked confused. "And how did we come to be in such an odd place?"
Harry gave a humourless snort. "You came here," he said. "This is where I found you after you didn't come back to the Weasleys."
"Oh." Draco closed his eyes. "I don't remember much after St Mungo's."
Harry sat up slightly and looked around. "There were three men beating the shit out of you. I'm surprised Ministry wizards aren't here. I hexed two of them."
As if on cue, there were two robed figures with wands drawn walking their direction from the other end of the park.
"Shit," Harry whispered, his eyes widening. He pulled out of Draco quickly and pulled his slacks up, staying low to the ground.
"By order of the Ministry, hold up your hands and don't move!" one of the figures said.
Harry's nose flared with anger as he got to his feet and slowly raised his hands. "You've got to be kidding me," he said angrily.
Draco was struggling to get his pants back on before standing up. Only, the construct hand wasn't working right and Harry seemed to have torn the fasteners on them. He got them around his hips and sat up. Sighing, he stayed were he was and held up his hands.
“Identify yourselves," the man said, walking closer while the other figure stayed back and to his left.
Harry's eyes narrowed. "Harry Potter," he spat. He had absolutely no patience where the Ministry was involved. He took a deep breath to calm himself. "Harry Potter," he repeated more quietly, but his voice was still strained.
"Who else is there?" the man asked, sounding suspicious.
Draco huffed. "This might be bad," he said. He got to his feet. "Draco Malfoy."
Harry was tense. "Can you please not point your wand at me?" he said to the nearest person.
When Draco spoke, they heard a curse muttered from the further man and his wand clearly turned toward Draco.
“What are you two ... doing... out here?" The nearer man sneered, indicating that their clothes gave some him some idea.
Harry scowled. "I assume you're here because I did magic. It was in defence, so I've done nothing wrong."
"That's not for you to judge, boy!" the man snapped. "I asked you a question."
Harry felt his skin tingle, and he fought his magic back. "Draco wandered here from St Mungo's and I followed after him, and there were three Muggle men hitting and kicking him, so I hexed them. They're lying over there if you need proof," he said, voice still barely containing his anger.
Draco gritted his teeth and tried to project as much calm as possible. Just having come like that and now angry, Harry's magic crackled like lightening. If he could only put a hand out to him, but he was afraid of pissing off the two magical law enforcers.
The front man seemed to be considering his options. He was clearly unhappy with Harry's response and distrustful of Draco.
"I really hadn't expected to cause such a fuss," Draco said as if this was all an over-reaction to somebody dropping a spoon at dinner. "But Potter really did intervene in violence started by those men."
Harry just continued to take calming breaths. "I had to use magic. I certainly couldn't have taken them all on without it. It was three to one," he said, still glaring slightly.
"You two shouldn't be wandering around this part of London at night," the man said.
"It was an accident," Harry said. "We didn't mean to turn up here."
"We will have to report this," the man said, then indicating Draco. "And he is already under investigation.”
Harry scowled at that, but it was true and so he didn't have anything to say against it. He stared at the men in front of him for a bit before he heard running footsteps and Arthur Weasley was standing there, panting.
"Oh, thank goodness," he said breathlessly to Harry. "When you didn't come back we - we panicked!" He noticed the Ministry workers and furrowed his brow. "Ah, what's this?" he asked them.
The man recognised Arthur. "These two were involved in an altercation with some Muggles. Including the use of magic on said Muggles by an underage wizard."
Mr Weasley looked slightly alarmed and raised his eyebrows at Harry.
"Can I explain later?" Harry asked, glancing at Draco who, with his cut lip and torn trousers, looked like he'd just been through a tornado. He hoped Mr Weasley would get it.
Mr Weasley looked at Draco and then nodded to Harry. "I assure you, Marty," he said to the Ministry Wizard, "these two are not criminals. You know Harry Potter."
"And we know WHAT the other one is," the second man muttered.
Mr Weasley's eyes narrowed a bit and he raised a brow. "That is certainly none of your concern right now," he said firmly. "These boys are obviously shaken and I think it's rather apparent that they have done nothing wrong - Harry would never attack a Muggle unless he had very good reason."
"It was self-defence," Harry said firmly.
Mr Weasley nodded. "See?" he said to the two men. "Self-defence." He paused, staring. "The boys are both staying with me right now. I'd like to get them home if you don't mind. I would also certainly come back to help sort things out and to help with the Obliviation if needed."
"Go ahead and take them, Arthur," Marty said. "We'll handle the rest."
"Thank you," Mr Weasley said, sounding relieved and grateful. He placed a hand on both Harry and Draco's backs. He began walking them off back in the direction of the hospital. "I expect a full explanation when we get home," he said to both boys.
Chapter Title: Never Ever Again
Words: 4682 Words
Harry had just gotten back from his Side-Along Apparition with Mr Weasley, who had met them at Number Twelve after his day at work. Harry had missed Draco terribly and was expecting him to be home when he got there, but Ginny said they still weren't back yet. Harry was anxious about Draco's arm. What if they had told him that there was nothing they could do? As of now, Harry was sitting in the living room, staring at the fireplace, his knees bouncing nervously as he waited.
He watched, smiling as everyone came through the Floo. He felt relief knowing that he would see Draco in just a few short seconds. He leapt to his feet and greeted Bill happily. He allowed Fleur to kiss him on the cheek and then Mrs Weasley showed up and stared fondly at them all. Fred and George, who had also gone to Number Twelve that day, came tearing in from the kitchen. "BILL'S HOME!" George bellowed happily, rushing forward to greet his brother. Everyone came streaming in after that and there was so much commotion in the room, no one noticed anyone missing... except Harry, of course. He was still standing by the fireplace and Mrs Weasley.
"Where's Draco?" he asked her.
"What?" she asked absently. "Oh, he'll be along. He was right behind me."
Harry nodded and stared at the fireplace. A minute passed and there was still no Draco. Harry's heart began to speed up. "Why's he not here?" he asked.
Mrs Weasley frowned and turned to stare at the fireplace as well. "He should be right along," she said, sounding confused.
Harry swallowed and waited another two minutes. His breathing quickened. "Where is he?" he asked, voice a little high.
"He should have been here by now," said Bill, also realising what was going on. He frowned and stared at the fireplace with Harry and Mrs Weasley.
Harry waited another fifteen seconds and then he'd had enough. "I need some Floo powder," he said firmly, holding out his hand.
"Oh, I'm sure he's all right," said Mrs Weasley, although she didn't sound so sure.
"Just please give me some."
Mrs Weasley frowned again and reached into her bag to pull some powder out. She placed it in Harry's outstretched hand. "Perhaps you should take Arthur- " she began, but before anyone else in the room knew what was going on, Harry had stepped into the fireplace and was shouting, "St Mungo's!"
He fell out of the fireplace in the waiting room of the hospital and then jumped to his feet. He looked around wildly and didn't see Draco anywhere. He ran to the woman at the desk.
"Was there a sort of tall bloke in here with really light blond hair?" he asked quickly.
The witch stared at him. "You mean the Malfoy boy?"
Harry nodded frantically.
"He just left."
Harry's eyes widened. "Left through the Floo?" he asked.
She shook her head. "No, the door."
"The door?"
"The door."
"Where did he go?"
"I don't know. You'd have to find him and ask him-"
But she didn't get to finish, because Harry was tearing through the door and running through the disguised Muggle store and out onto the Muggle street.
He was shaking now, his breaths coming in gasps.
***
Draco hadn't really remembered deciding to do anything. He had just started walking. He had walked out the door of the hospital and had begun walking randomly through the streets. He was very cold and tired now. He just wanted to find somewhere to sit down for a bit. Maybe take a nap. It seemed awfully cold for June. He wandered along until he came upon a bench at the edge of a small park. He sat down gratefully, leaning back. He must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he realised, he had fallen to the ground.
There were voices yelling at him but he didn't really understand them. "Pansy" and "fucking queer" were the only ones that seemed to register. Someone grabbed his hair at the back of his head and brought his face up. An angry man spat at him. He dimly registered the Muggle clothes and that the man was not alone. He felt a sharp pain as if someone had kicked him then.
Out on the Muggle street, where there were so many places Draco could've gone and so many ways to turn, Harry started to panic. He took off down the street to his right, listening for he didn't even know what. "Draco!" he yelled, staring around him. He took off further down the street. "Draco!" he shouted again, his breathing hurting now. "Oh, Merlin, oh no, please no."
He turned a corner and heard voices. Harry headed toward them as quickly as he could, intending to ask if they had seen a blond bloke. The words "Nancy boy," said harshly, made him stop in his tracks for a second and he took a moment to really focus on the people in front of him. What he saw made his eyes widen and his body shake with fury instead of fear. He could feel his magic crackle through him like lightning.
There were three Muggle men, maybe in their twenties. One of them had Draco on his knees on the ground, holding him by his hair. As Harry watched, a second one punched Draco in the stomach. The third one was standing back a couple of feet but he was no less vocal in his insults and seemed to be encouraging the other two. Draco looked barely conscious. His eyes were half closed and there was blood around his mouth.
Harry flew forward and leapt at the man holding Draco by the hair, knocking him to the ground. He delivered quite a few punches to the man's face, as none of the men had seen him coming. The man who had punched Draco came at Harry now, but Harry pulled out his wand and hexed him before he could even blink. The third man watched with wide eyes as his friend fell to the ground, and he was completely still for about a second before he took off as fast as he could in the opposite direction. Harry furiously threw a Stupefy at him and he fell to the ground. Harry turned back to the man beneath him and punched him one last time; his hand hurt but he took no notice. He staggered to his feet and then dropped to his knees in front of Draco, still shaking badly. He clutched Draco to him and let out a single choked sob.
Pain was the only sensation left, apparently. Draco's limbs were cold and numb, but he'd felt the punch. Then the storm of power that was Harry's magic was crackling in the air. Draco reached for it, knowing he needed it and not able to stop himself. His hands, mechanical and real, took hold of Harry's shirt and pulled him forward. Draco pressed his bloody lips to Harry's as if he needed Harry’s breath itself.
The blood he tasted on Draco's lips seemed to fuel Harry and he staggered to his feet again and pulled Draco up with him. There was so much adrenaline and magic flowing through him that he was actually able to pick up Draco, who was taller and almost entirely dead weight, and throw him over his shoulder. He couldn't remember ever being so angry. He could scarcely think. What was he supposed to do with Draco now? He knew what he needed, but his brain wasn't functioning correctly and he began walking heavily in the wrong direction, across the park they were at. He made it all the way to the other side of the park before his legs finally gave up on him, not being able to hold Draco's weight, and he collapsed on the grass.
Draco moaned, his body landing in the grass, his hands still clutching Harry. "Please, please," was all he could say. He knew he needed Harry.
Harry looked around him wildly and dragged Draco over behind a bush and began pulling at his trousers. He knew he wasn't going to be able to carry Draco all the way to wherever it was he should take him, and he couldn't remember where that was for the life of him in time for him to be okay. He ripped Draco's underwear down too and then began fumbling around with his own trousers.
Draco gasped as the feel of Harry's hands touching him. They were so warm against his cold skin. He needed the warmth. "Harry, please," Draco begged.
Harry didn't have any lubrication and he spit in the palm of his hand and slicked his, totally binding promise-powered, erection. He knew it wasn't enough, but there was nothing he could do about it. He spit on his fingers again and used them to prepare Draco as best he could before flipping Draco around and popping the head of his cock into him.
Draco cried out. His entire body spasmed as Harry entered him. The pain was sharp but so was the rush of warmth. Harry's magic radiated out from that point of contact, waking nerves gone numb.
Harry was gasping, not because he was enjoying himself, because he wasn't at all, but because he was still scared out of his mind. He pushed forward all the way, feeling the resistance like he never had, but that didn't feel very good either; it only served to scare him more.
Draco was crying, the pain in his limbs changing to heat and his consciousness returning with it. What the fuck had he done? He knew what was happening. Harry was fucking him. He couldn't see him, facing down like this, but he could feel Harry's magic running through his body. Only, it hurt instead of feeling good. He could feel anger and fear in the power.
Harry just thrust forward again and again. It was all he could think to do, because it was what he knew he had to do. It seemed like it was going on forever. All he could think was a mixture of, in, out, in, out, in, out, and please come already, please come.
"Harry." Draco was aware enough now to know that something was very wrong. "Harry, please, please stop!" he cried out again.
Harry let out another choked sob and stopped immediately. "Draco?" he gasped.
"Yes, Harry; stop." Draco lay panting, pain shuddering through him.
Harry pulled out, still gasping for breath, and fell to the ground next to Draco. He couldn't think about anything but how angry and scared he still was. And how he had thought for those few short minutes, that had stretched on for what seemed like forever, that Draco had been... that something had happened to him, something horrible.
Draco was shaking but he managed to crawl the short space to Harry and curl against him, his true hand reaching around his waist and pulling tight. "Hold me," he gasped.
Harry reached his arms out and held Draco to him tightly, silent, angry tears brimming his eyes. Harry lay shaking as his ability to think slowly came back to him.
"I was afraid," Draco whispered, his face pressed to Harry's chest.
Harry was breathing quickly though his nose now. "Afraid?" he spat, unable to keep the anger from his voice.
Harry's anger hit like a blow, his magic crackling with it and Draco shrank back.
Harry struggled to get himself under control and held Draco tighter. He couldn't trust himself to say much more than "Tell me, please," as calmly as he could manage.
Draco was shaking again, whether from fear, cold or the magic, he wasn't sure. He wanted to tell Harry what happened, but it sounded so ridiculous now. "I don't belong," he said quietly.
Harry closed his eyes and then sat up suddenly, bringing Draco with him. He held his face tightly in his hands and stared at him hard. "Don't you ever do that to me again," he said, voice cracking. "Never, ever, ever again. Do you hear me?"
"Yes," Draco said, looking into green fire. And it was even more ridiculous that this anger -- this look, this passion -- felt completely different than it had before. Suddenly the magic had shifted and ran warm fingers down his spine. "Yes, Harry, yours. Belong to you," Draco said breathlessly.
Harry was crying now. "You said you would go wherever I go and be at my side! You promised, Draco! I can't keep my promise if you break yours!" He added a little shake of Draco's head between sentences.
Shame made Draco's cheeks flush pink and he tried to look away but Harry’s hands held his face. He felt helpless in his hands. He wanted to kiss him, to hold him, to reassure him, but he didn't understand himself why he had done it. "I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't do that to me again," Harry repeated, letting go of Draco's face and hugging him to him. "Please, don't ever do that to me again."
"No, I won't leave you again," Draco said, crying again. He felt the compulsion there but he also felt he didn't need it. No matter what, he was not walking out on Harry again. Ever. He wrapped his arms around the other boy and held him tight. "I am yours, always and completely," he said. "I will never try to leave you again."
Harry sobbed into Draco's shoulder, clutching his robes tightly. He didn't know what else to say or do but sit there and cry.
"I thought you would be better off without me," Draco said, trying desperately to explain. Harry's sobs felt painful to him.
"How could you think that?" Harry whispered, bringing his face out of hiding to look Draco in the eyes.
Draco felt his heart clench at the look in those green eyes. "I ... I did that to Bill, to Dumbledore. It could have been you," he babbled.
Harry let out a frustrated sob at that. "No, you didn't," he said. "You didn't do it. They made you go up on that tower; Crabbe and Goyle fixed that fucking cabinet; and I'm fine. You didn't do it, Draco."
"Harry, tell me, would you have gone up there and disarmed Dumbledore? Could they really have made you do that? I don't think so," Draco said sadly.
"It's not your fault," Harry said, trying to get Draco to see things the way he saw them. "You didn't do that on purpose. I was there. I saw the whole thing. I know you wouldn't have killed him."
"There are so many ways I could have tried to stop it and didn't," Draco said, sighing. "And now you are stuck with me. You didn't want me. It was an accident."
"Draco, you were scared! You were trying to kill yourself! And how can you say that I'm stuck with you? If I were stuck with you without wanting to be, believe me, you'd know it! I fell in love with you from the moment I first kissed you in the Room of Requirement. And yes, the promise was an accident, but I meant every fucking word of it and still do. I love you more than anything else in the world, literally. I would live for you forever and I would die for you without thinking twice about it. I love you, with every part of me. All of it is yours."
Draco was stunned. He blinked tears from his eyes and reached a hand out to touch Harry's face. "Mine?" he said in a voice full of wonder.
"Yes," Harry said, wondering if it had finally sunk in. "All of me is yours. I swear it, and I would make another promise with you right now just so you would know for certain."
"I believe you," Draco said quietly, tears still running down his cheeks. He leaned forward, never taking his eyes from Harry's and kissed him.
Harry sighed and kissed Draco back, still tasting the blood on his mouth. He really did mean every word of what he'd just said; every single word of it.
Draco opened his mouth and ran his tongue over Harry's lips, encouraging more from the other boy.
Harry sucked Draco's tongue into his own mouth, wrapping his arms more tightly around him.
Draco arched into him, moaning as Harry sucked on his tongue.
Harry pulled away slightly after a few moments, but didn't move away from Draco. "I hurt you," he whispered. "I don't want to hurt you again."
"I need you," Draco said, "but more importantly, I want you."
Harry stared at Draco for a moment and then gently lowered him back onto the ground. "I want you," he whispered against his lips. "I always will; don't ever forget that."
"Yes, I don't think I understand why," Draco said, "but I believe you."
Harry knew exactly why, but now wasn't really the time to explain. He kissed Draco again and brought his hand down to stroke Draco's erection gently.
Draco's trousers were still around his knees and he loved the feel of Harry's hands on skin. "Yes," he encouraged.
While Draco was fairly distracted, Harry brought the fingers of his left hand up and stuck them in his mouth, slicking them as best he could with the only thing he could possibly use. He moved them to Draco's entrance and pushed them in gently, increasing the pressure of his right hand on Draco's cock so that we would be distracted from the pain.
Draco was still sore from earlier, but Harry's hand on his cock and his own need for the other boy made it a strange combination of pain and pleasure that had him trembling. He knew that he still needed this. He could feel the cold inside, but he also wanted Harry, and wanted the reassurance.
Harry brought his fingers out and spit on them again, before moving them back down and spreading more moisture over Draco. He finally spit in his palm a few times and slicked his cock again. He stilled his right hand and moved into position. "I love you, Draco. I swear I do," he said, staring at Draco seriously.
"I love you." Draco smiled, looking up at him and nodding for him to continue.
Harry took a big breath and pushed forward and as slowly and gently as he could, treating Draco like fragile glass. "Okay?" he asked.
Draco hissed at the pain of entry, but nodded. He could feel the spark of magic too. It helped. He relaxed and pulled Harry closer.
Harry nodded, concentrating everything he had into the boy below him. He kept that very slow, gentle pace; more rocking than thrusting. He brought his mouth down upon Draco's again and kissed him, trying to show Draco how important he was to him.
Draco kissed him back, sucking and licking at his lips. "Need you, want you," he whispered between kisses. Harry's warmth was spreading into him now and the pain was receding. He arched into his lover now, wanting more.
Harry was breathing heavily through his nose and let out a quiet moan as Draco arched into him. He sped his hips up just a bit, giving into the pleasure himself now.
They had never made love outside before. Draco was aware of the feeling of the night air on his body and the way in contrasted with the heat from Harry's. "Fill me," he moaned, loving it when Harry moved deep inside him.
Harry gasped at Draco's words, his mind spinning. He thrust deeper into Draco, trying a slightly different angle.
"Gods, yes," Draco moaned when Harry's shift had him thrusting in that right spot. As Harry's desire grew, so did the magical energy. Instead of angry and hurting, this was warm and erotic. Draco's skin tingled with it.
Harry knew that he had hit Draco's prostate and kept at that angle, thrusting harder. "Merlin," he let out in a choked voice.
"Yes, please," Draco begged, loving that he knew Harry would give him what he needed. Harry had come after him, told him he loved and needed him too.
Harry thrust and thrust and thrust, almost abusing that spot inside of Draco. "Come, Draco," he whispered. "Come all over me. I want to feel it. I want to feel you clench around me like you don't want me to pull out, like you never want me to leave you." He was gasping for breath now, feeling his own release creeping up on him.
"Oh, yes, never leave," Draco cried out. He probably could have come from Harry's words alone, desire and love sending him shooting. The compulsion was just the last kick to send him over the edge. He came crying and writhing under Harry.
Harry gasped again and Draco did clench around him, sending him spiralling into his own orgasm. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tight as he filled Draco with his sticky, hot seed.
Draco's orgasm was still making him arch when Harry's hit, bringing with him that release of wild magic that made Draco's nervous system seem on fire. He was sent spiralling again into that heat and he gripped Harry as hard as he could.
Harry kissed Draco hard on the mouth thrusting his tongue inside as he rode his orgasm out, his body shaking with pleasure. He loved how impossibly close he felt to Draco, how joined he felt with him right then, more than physically.
Draco's sense of awareness came back slowly. In addition to Harry's body in and on him, he could feel wet grass beneath him and shivered at the cool breeze on his skin.
Harry lifted his head, still panting a bit, and stared down at Draco. "Are you all right?" he asked shakily.
"I am yours, so yes, I am." Draco smiled, his hand caressing Harry's face. "Uh, where are we?" he said at last.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "In a Muggle park a few streets away from St Mungo's," he said.
Draco looked confused. "And how did we come to be in such an odd place?"
Harry gave a humourless snort. "You came here," he said. "This is where I found you after you didn't come back to the Weasleys."
"Oh." Draco closed his eyes. "I don't remember much after St Mungo's."
Harry sat up slightly and looked around. "There were three men beating the shit out of you. I'm surprised Ministry wizards aren't here. I hexed two of them."
As if on cue, there were two robed figures with wands drawn walking their direction from the other end of the park.
"Shit," Harry whispered, his eyes widening. He pulled out of Draco quickly and pulled his slacks up, staying low to the ground.
"By order of the Ministry, hold up your hands and don't move!" one of the figures said.
Harry's nose flared with anger as he got to his feet and slowly raised his hands. "You've got to be kidding me," he said angrily.
Draco was struggling to get his pants back on before standing up. Only, the construct hand wasn't working right and Harry seemed to have torn the fasteners on them. He got them around his hips and sat up. Sighing, he stayed were he was and held up his hands.
“Identify yourselves," the man said, walking closer while the other figure stayed back and to his left.
Harry's eyes narrowed. "Harry Potter," he spat. He had absolutely no patience where the Ministry was involved. He took a deep breath to calm himself. "Harry Potter," he repeated more quietly, but his voice was still strained.
"Who else is there?" the man asked, sounding suspicious.
Draco huffed. "This might be bad," he said. He got to his feet. "Draco Malfoy."
Harry was tense. "Can you please not point your wand at me?" he said to the nearest person.
When Draco spoke, they heard a curse muttered from the further man and his wand clearly turned toward Draco.
“What are you two ... doing... out here?" The nearer man sneered, indicating that their clothes gave some him some idea.
Harry scowled. "I assume you're here because I did magic. It was in defence, so I've done nothing wrong."
"That's not for you to judge, boy!" the man snapped. "I asked you a question."
Harry felt his skin tingle, and he fought his magic back. "Draco wandered here from St Mungo's and I followed after him, and there were three Muggle men hitting and kicking him, so I hexed them. They're lying over there if you need proof," he said, voice still barely containing his anger.
Draco gritted his teeth and tried to project as much calm as possible. Just having come like that and now angry, Harry's magic crackled like lightening. If he could only put a hand out to him, but he was afraid of pissing off the two magical law enforcers.
The front man seemed to be considering his options. He was clearly unhappy with Harry's response and distrustful of Draco.
"I really hadn't expected to cause such a fuss," Draco said as if this was all an over-reaction to somebody dropping a spoon at dinner. "But Potter really did intervene in violence started by those men."
Harry just continued to take calming breaths. "I had to use magic. I certainly couldn't have taken them all on without it. It was three to one," he said, still glaring slightly.
"You two shouldn't be wandering around this part of London at night," the man said.
"It was an accident," Harry said. "We didn't mean to turn up here."
"We will have to report this," the man said, then indicating Draco. "And he is already under investigation.”
Harry scowled at that, but it was true and so he didn't have anything to say against it. He stared at the men in front of him for a bit before he heard running footsteps and Arthur Weasley was standing there, panting.
"Oh, thank goodness," he said breathlessly to Harry. "When you didn't come back we - we panicked!" He noticed the Ministry workers and furrowed his brow. "Ah, what's this?" he asked them.
The man recognised Arthur. "These two were involved in an altercation with some Muggles. Including the use of magic on said Muggles by an underage wizard."
Mr Weasley looked slightly alarmed and raised his eyebrows at Harry.
"Can I explain later?" Harry asked, glancing at Draco who, with his cut lip and torn trousers, looked like he'd just been through a tornado. He hoped Mr Weasley would get it.
Mr Weasley looked at Draco and then nodded to Harry. "I assure you, Marty," he said to the Ministry Wizard, "these two are not criminals. You know Harry Potter."
"And we know WHAT the other one is," the second man muttered.
Mr Weasley's eyes narrowed a bit and he raised a brow. "That is certainly none of your concern right now," he said firmly. "These boys are obviously shaken and I think it's rather apparent that they have done nothing wrong - Harry would never attack a Muggle unless he had very good reason."
"It was self-defence," Harry said firmly.
Mr Weasley nodded. "See?" he said to the two men. "Self-defence." He paused, staring. "The boys are both staying with me right now. I'd like to get them home if you don't mind. I would also certainly come back to help sort things out and to help with the Obliviation if needed."
"Go ahead and take them, Arthur," Marty said. "We'll handle the rest."
"Thank you," Mr Weasley said, sounding relieved and grateful. He placed a hand on both Harry and Draco's backs. He began walking them off back in the direction of the hospital. "I expect a full explanation when we get home," he said to both boys.