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Soothing Passion
Chapter Number/Total: 10/49
Chapter Title: Soothing Passion
Words: 4920 Words
"What's the matter with him?" asked Hermione, sounding scared.
"I think he ..." Harry trailed off. How could Draco need him like that? They'd had sex before they'd gone to bed and it was still daylight out, but Draco was cold and unmoving and Harry had to do something. It was too risky to Apparate such a long distance with someone unconscious. He looked up at Hermione. "Take the charm off me," he said.
Hermione did, still frowning with worry.
He got shakily to his feet and picked Draco up, the blond still under the Lightening Charm. "Just wait for me," he said. "I think I know what's wrong with him, or at least what to do. I hope."
"We have to get out of here," said Ron. "The building's going to burn down!"
"No it won't," said Hermione, still staring at Draco. "It was magical fire. Harry, what are you -" she began, but Harry cut her off.
"Just wait for me," he said, and he walked with Draco off behind the building so that they couldn't be seen.
He lowered Draco to the ground gently and took the charm off of him. He hoped and prayed that this is what Draco needed. He swallowed and fumbled with the fly of his own jeans and pulled them and his boxers down, shivering again at not only the cold, but the fear that this might not work. No, it will, he told himself firmly.
He dropped to his knees and pulled Draco's trousers down before flipping him around. There were no robes to help cover them and keep them warm while in their Muggle clothes. Harry muttered the Lubrication Spell and slicked his willed erection before preparing Draco quickly, his skin prickling with unpleasantness as he realised he was about to fuck a cold, unmoving body in a graveyard. He shivered again.
Oh, please, please, he thought as he moved into position and pressed forward slowly. Please, Draco, please. Draco felt so unbelievably cold. The blond’s body seemed to twitch slightly at the intrusion. Harry squeezed his eyes shut tightly and thrust in again, his fingers now cold against Draco's icy skin. He simply kept his hips moving, being careful not to hurt Draco, but quick. He wanting something to happen, anything. Oh, please work.
The inside of Draco's body had been as cold as his skin, but seemed to be heating up as Harry thrust in. The warmth spread outward. The skin of his arse seemed to colour and warm as well. A few more thrusts and a definite tremor ran through the blond's body. Harry's eyes flew open as he felt Draco move a bit, but he didn't know for sure. It felt like he was getting warmer, but Harry wasn't sure about that either. He thrust into him, definitely feeling at least a little warmth now. Yes, yes, please yes.
Draco's body shuddered. There was a loud gasp as his breathing started again and his fingers curled in response.
Harry breathed a very heavy sigh of relief. "I'm right here," he gasped, although he wasn't sure if Draco could understand him.
Draco could feel the warmth and magic of Harry spreading through him. Every part of him hurt as blood flow resumed in his body and the tingling pain came with it. He cried out, fingers and toes clenching.
Harry slowed his thrusts down, hearing the pain in Draco's voice, but he was coming back and Harry was filled with sweet relief. Thank Merlin for this fucking binding promise, he thought as he continued to push into his lover.
Draco was on the ground and Harry was behind him and in him, that much he had figured out. He breathed deep, trying to relax into what Harry was doing. That helped, the pain starting to shift to pleasure as his body loosened up.
Harry was panting slightly now, his thrusts slow. He wanted to ask if Draco was okay, but he didn't think he'd be able to answer.
Each thrust of Harry's cock sent shivers up Draco's spine, warmth radiating out from it. He began to breathe in time with those thrusts.
Harry could feel Draco warming up considerably and he kept his pace, trying to make it pleasurable for himself so that he could come.
Draco arched up into Harry's thrusts, his fingers tightening in the grass under him. He moaned softly.
Harry let out a quiet groan, Draco's sounds helping him. His hips sped up to the pace he had set when he had first entered Draco.
"Yes," Draco gasped, magic crackling over his skin as Harry began to enjoy it.
"Draco," Harry moaned quietly, feeling the pleasure building up now. He gripped Draco's hips and pulled him up a bit to meet his thrusts.
"Harry," Draco replied, bending his knees to help Harry reach the angle he was looking for. His own fingers and toes were digging into the grass to hold on.
Harry gasped and his head fell forward as all the energy in him seemed to erupt from his cock and fill Draco, his eyes closing and his body shuddering.
Draco moaned loudly, his whole body flushed warm with Harry's release.
Harry clung to Draco's hips with his fingers as he came, literally feeling as if Draco were sucking something from him. He gasped when the sensation ended and he pulled out and landed on his back in the grass, panting and staring up at the still-grey sky.
Draco gasped as Harry pulled away and when he looked up, he found himself staring at a gravestone. He blinked. They were fucking on a grave? Memory came back of the graveyard and the church. The Horcrux. He looked over his shoulder at Harry. "You okay?"
Harry was still panting and nodded, his trousers around his ankles.
"Ron? Hermione?" Draco asked, rolling onto his back.
"They're fine," he said breathlessly. "What happened to you? Why did you pass out?"
"Did you get it?" Draco asked as he began to pull his own shorts and trousers up.
Harry nodded again. "Yeah," he said, and there were a few moments of silence before Harry frowned and sat up quickly. "I think I left it in there!" he said, jumping to his feet and nearly falling back down as he did. He bent and pulled his trousers up.
Draco chuckled, getting to his feet and helping Harry up.
Harry didn't see what was funny. As soon as his trousers were secured, he ran back around to the side of the building and back towards that wooden door.
“Harry what are you doing?!" Hermione asked when he came into view.
"I left the Horcrux in there!" Harry said, pausing only for a second to look at her before tearing off for the door again.
"No, I've got it," she said quickly, pulling the cup out of her jacket pocket.
Draco followed Harry, nearly running to catch up. He stood there, covered in grass and feeling as messy as he looked. He stared at the cup in Hermione's hand.
"Draco! Are you okay?" asked Hermione when he came around the corner, giving him a worried look.
Harry reached out and took the cup from Hermione, holding it up to his face to see if it was the real thing and not another fake.
Draco frowned, wondering at the look on her face. "I think so," he answered cautiously, resisting the urge to readjust his clothes in front of them.
"It's real," said Harry, taking in the Hufflepuff mark on the cup. It was definitely the one he had seen in the memory.
"Yes, it's real," Draco confirmed with a shiver in his voice.
"Let's get out of here before something else happens," Harry said. He looked up at Draco. "Back to the Manor?" he asked.
"Please," he said, taking Harry's hand.
Harry nodded again and looked to the other two. "Let's go," he said, and they all four Apparated and appeared a moment later, standing in the entrance hall.
The moment they were back, Harry pulled Draco to him and hugged him tightly.
Draco returned the embrace, then pulled back, looking questionably into Harry's eyes. "I know I missed something," he said. "The last thing I remember is you going down into that basement. Then I woke up in the graveyard with you."
"Be glad that it's the last thing you remember," said Harry seriously as he pulled his sleeve up and poked gently at the shiny burn on his arm. The fire had not burnt his clothes, only his skin.
Draco frowned. "You said you were okay," he snapped accusingly, pulling at Harry's sleeves to survey the damage.
"I am okay," Harry said, letting Draco look at him. He actually was a bit uncomfortable, his clothes feeling like sandpaper against some parts of his skin.
Draco harrumphed at that. "And you two," he sneered, "are you burned as well?”
Ron pulled up his sleeves to show burns like Harry's on both of his arms.
Hermione nodded.
"There was fire," Harry said rather obviously.
"Merde," Draco cursed. "Apparate to the hall outside my suite," he said, just as he took Harry on side-along there.
Harry stared at Draco, now outside the suite, still holding his arms out.
Ron and Hermione were there seconds later.
"It's really not that bad, is it?" said Ron. "We're lucky the three of us were there or we would have never been able to get out."
"It's a magical burn, Weasley," Draco hissed. "It could get worse if not treated quickly." He waved his wand and the doors to his suite swung open and he pulled Harry with him towards a door on the opposite side from the bedroom door. It also opened for him and he pulled Harry into his Potions lab.
Harry's eyes were wide as he was pulled along. Ron and Hermione followed quickly behind.
It was a Potions lab, but the similarities with Snape's ended at that. This was polished and clean, with everything ordered. There were shelves on the walls with neatly lettered labels of ingredients, and others with neatly sealed and labelled potions. Draco went directly to the latter and pulled three vials off the shelf, walking back and handing them to the other three. "Drink," he said, and then turned to crouch beside another rack, looking for something.
Ron shrugged and drank the potion down. Harry and Hermione drank after.
Harry made a face at the taste. "Ugh," he said. "What are you looking for?" he asked Draco as Ron and Hermione made faces similar to his own.
"Ah," Draco said, pulling out several larger jars. He walked back over to them, setting them on the work table. "Strip," he said as he began mixing ingredients.
Ron raised an eyebrow. "Er ... strip?" he said.
Harry cleared his throat oddly. "Erm, all of our clothes?"
Hermione stared at the three males in the room with slightly widened eyes.
Draco turned with a frown on his face and looked at them. "Gryffindors!" he snapped. "Which is more important, your modesty or your skin? I suppose you can leave on the underwear."
Harry huffed. "He's right. Just take them off," he said, pulling his jacket and shirt off as he spoke.
Hermione flushed as she began taking her jacket off as well, Ron doing the same next to her.
Harry didn't feel too awkward as he was in boxers, but he faced determinedly away from his friends - or at least Hermione, for her sake.
Draco ignored their semi-nudity (well, maybe not Harry's) and handed Hermione a bowl of what he had mixed. It looked oily and smelled mouldy. "Spread this everywhere. Start with the most affected areas but don't miss the rest of the skin, because burns don't always show right away." He turned and began on Harry's hands, working his way up.
Harry stood and let Draco cover him with the smelly ointment, his nose wrinkled up.
Ron and Hermione began covering themselves with the substance too.
"What is this?" Harry asked, face still scrunched up.
"I'll tell you after we wash it off." Draco smirked. "All you need to know now is that I love your skin and want to keep it intact."
Harry raised an eyebrow, a small smile on his lips and nodded. "I think I rather like it, too," he said.
Ron and Hermione helped each other with the areas they couldn't get at themselves as Draco covered Harry's body.
"You have to wear this stuff until it dries and starts flaking off." Draco smiled. "Then I will have a special bath you need to take."
"How bloody long will that take?" asked Ron, his body sort of shielding Hermione's from view.
Draco was trying hard not to laugh, but not succeeding. They looked pretty awful covered in the oily salve and the tone in Ron's voice was just too much. "Oh, and this stuff stains the sheets," he added, chuckling.
Harry heaved a great sigh. "So we basically can't sit down or anything until this shit dries?" he asked.
"I can afford more sheets," Draco said, grinning. Then he looked serious for a moment. "Actually, taking a nap would probably help the potion you took as well. But someone needs to be in the room with you in case of a negative reaction."
Harry sighed again. "So we have to take a nap all in the same room?" he asked, making a face because he didn't fancy a nap very much at all right now, nor did he fancy going anywhere near any bed without Draco.
"I could have a house-elf keep an eye on these two," Draco said, looking at Hermione. "If that is acceptable with Miss Granger."
Ron moved to cover Hermione a bit more and she was silent for a moment, thinking.
"Hermione!" said Ron. "Yes, a bloody house-elf can watch us. I don't know about you, but I don't really fancy standing around in my underwear. Let's go lay down."
Hermione huffed and poked her head out from behind Ron. "All right, as long as he or she is rewarded afterwards," she said.
Ron rolled his eyes.
"As you wish," Draco said with a smirk.
"Can we go?" asked Ron impatiently.
"Yes." Draco stood waiting.
There were two loud cracks and Ron and Hermione were gone. Harry and Draco were left standing alone.
"So I have to go take a nap?" Harry asked.
Draco took his hand and led him from the room and into the bedroom. With a flick of his wand the bedspread folded itself at the foot of the bed. He then used the quick Disrobe Spell on himself. He climbed naked into he bed.
"You're going to lay with me with this stuff all over me?" Harry asked, stripping off his underwear slowly so as not to make a mess of them. He climbed into the bed, not touching Draco and lying stiffly.
"Yes. Yes, I am," Draco said, pulling Harry's body to his own.
Harry made a face, but it did make him feel better to have Draco's body next to him. "Now you'll need a bath," he said.
"The horrors," Draco said, smirking again.
Harry snorted. "Well, I suppose you already needed one with that grass all over you," he said.
"I am a bit sticky, as well," Draco added. "Please tell me what happened after you went into the basement."
Harry nodded and took a deep breath before starting to explain what had happened. He told him how the staircase had collapsed, and how they had come up with the idea to get out again with Ron on the stairs to pull them out. Then what had happened with the torches and the entrance, and what had happened after he had grabbed the cup. "And Merlin, the fire felt like fucking Crucio. Hurt so fucking much and I couldn't even breathe. I had to jump through it to reach the stairs again, but Ron pulled me out okay," he finished.
"That kind of magical fire would feel like Crucio," Draco said. He was frowning, his breath having sped up a bit. He didn't like that he hadn't been able to help.
Harry nodded. "Well, it did," he said. "Felt like I was going mad. Have you ever been in water and swam too deep and then panicked and tried as hard as you could to reach the surface again?"
"No, but I have been under Crucio," Draco said quietly, wincing when he realised that Harry had been there the last time he was.
Harry winced too and nodded. "Well, we got the Horcrux and we're all okay. That's what matters, right?"
Draco sighed. "I am glad you are safe and I am sorry I didn't do more to help."
"Well, it wasn't your fault, and I'm glad you didn't have to go down there anyway," Harry said with a sigh. "What happened to you anyway? Why did you pass out? We had sex last night and it shouldn't have been time yet."
"I don't think I passed out, or that wasn't all there was to it," Draco said quietly.
Harry frowned. "Did it have something to do with the trap you were talking about? Because I didn't let you go through that door because of that."
"The trap sprung when I touched the wall," Draco said, "but going down into the basement would probably have finished it quickly. It used my ability to feel magic to drain magic from me."
Harry took a deep breath. "Would it have killed you if it weren't for me?" he asked quietly.
"What were the symptoms before you ... revived me?" he asked, half smiling at the method.
"You were cold, but not like usual - even more than usual. Even cold on the inside. And it didn't look like you were breathing at all," Harry said as quietly as before.
Draco nodded, wondering what he should say to Harry. "Yes, I think I would be dead if weren't for you." He didn't add that he probably had been dead.
Harry took another deep breath. "Merlin, I hate doing this. Not because I'm afraid for me, but for you, and Ron and Hermione. You could all be hurt or ... killed, and I hate it more than anything."
"It is dangerous," Draco said, "but the madman will do worse if we don't."
"I know," said Harry quietly, wiggling his fingers and feeling the drying liquid on them.
"You aren't tired?" Draco asked, frowning.
"A bit," said Harry with a small shrug, feeling more relaxed than tired, but he knew he could probably fall asleep.
"Sleep now," Draco said, using his hand to push Harry's head against his own shoulder.
Harry shifted around a bit until he was more comfortably pressed to Draco. "All right," he said, and closed his eyes.
***
Draco sat on the edge of the bed, watching Harry sleep. He did this whenever he could. Even with the dried salve on him, there was something peaceful and childlike in those moments.
Despite not feeling very tired, Harry had gone out like a light. He hadn't felt it, but his body had been exhausted after getting the Horcrux. He slept on, not even noticing that Draco wasn't next to him anymore.
Draco got up and went to the door, summoning the house-elf he had watching the other two. The elf confirmed that they were sleeping well and that there were no visible reactions. Draco gave the elf a bottle of bath potion for the other two and sent it back.
Harry slept on for a while later, but then finally started to wake up, his eyelids fluttering. He opened them slowly and yawned.
That was another moment Draco enjoyed, seeing those green eyes as they opened, sleepy but still bright. He smiled and handed Harry his glasses.
Harry reached a hand out and grabbed the offered spectacles and put them on, sitting up slowly. His skin felt much better and didn't hurt anywhere anymore.
"I have a bath waiting with a potion that will clear the rest of it," Draco said.
Harry nodded and got to his feet, feeling cold and shivering slightly after just having woken up.
Draco helped him up and led him into the bathroom. A large sunken bathtub, big enough for several people, was full and steaming mildly. "I put a Warming Charm on it," Draco explained.
Harry nodded. "Good," he said, climbing into the bath and sighing as the water touched his skin. He closed his eyes. "Are you getting in with me or does it just have to be me because of the potion that's in here?" he asked.
Draco considered. "It won't hurt me. Do you want me to join you?"
"No, I want you to stand out there naked and gorgeous and out of my reach," Harry said sarcastically, cracking one eye open.
Draco snorted and slid into the bath with his lover. He soaked a soft cloth and began washing Harry's back.
Harry sighed again and rolled his shoulders lightly. "I've had enough of Voldemort for one day, I think," he said, still feeling a bit sleepy.
"Enough of anything bad today. Got it," Draco agreed, massaging those sore shoulders.
Harry nodded again. "So, what are we going to name our cat when we get it?" he asked, smiling.
Draco snorted. "Well, I would think it would depend on the cat."
"Yes, probably," said Harry. He waited a few moments. "Where will we live when this is all over? Here?"
"Depends," Draco smirked, "on if it is just us or not."
"What do you mean?" asked Harry, raising an eyebrow.
"You always seem to travel with an entourage," Draco said with a laugh, his cloth-covered hand working on Harry's chest.
"Oh," said Harry, leaning back a bit to give Draco room. "Well, yes, my friends are like my family. But I don't know if they'll want to live with me forever. I mean, what happens if Ron or Hermione get married? I'm sure they would like to have their own place one day."
"Probably, because living in a small flat somewhere is much better than living in a small castle." Draco snorted.
Harry grinned. "Well, they can certainly stay if they want to. You wouldn't mind, would you?" he asked.
Draco snorted again. "I suppose I am getting used to them."
"Yes, they've gotten used to you, too," Harry said, still grinning. "And you know, I still can't work out how we managed to get so used to each other in what was it? Four days and I loved you?" He laughed happily.
"Sex," Draco answered, his washcloth sliding below the water line, washing progressively lower.
Harry smirked. "Yes, big bad Slytherin, Draco Malfoy stole my virginity and my heart," he said with another chuckle. "And you really did, you know."
"I think stealing your virginity might be pushing it, given that you begged me to fuck you," Draco said, laughing. His cloth-covered hand slid over Harry's cock.
Harry's smirk widened and he took in a sharp breath. "Yes, I did beg. What can I say? Your cock's irresistible."
"Good," Draco purred, "because I love fucking you, as much as I fucking love you."
"Fuck me right here in this bath, please," Harry said, suddenly feeling very much like a fuck.
Draco laughed deeply, pulling Harry back against him so he could feel his hard cock against his arse.
"Hard for me already. Good," said Harry, a smirk in his tone as he slid more up Draco's lap to press against him and rub his arse against his cock.
"Fuck," Draco gasped as Harry slid against him, his own hand closing around Harry's cock.
Harry moaned as Draco's hand closed around him and he rested back against him and arched. He worked himself in Draco's hand and worked his arse even more back against Draco's cock, trying to move sexily, arching more than he actually needed to.
Draco shuddered, wondering if the Lube Spell worked underwater. The water felt so slick with the potion in it and Harry rubbing against him was making him ache for more.
"Are you going to fuck me with that thick cock of yours?" Harry asked, panting. "The one I find so fucking irresistible?"
Groaning, Draco reached for some oil, spilling it on the side of the tub as he slicked his hand. He had had to take the construct off to bathe. He reached his slick fingers down to find Harry's entrance, pushing against that tight ring.
Harry moaned, pushing down against those fingers. "That's it," he whispered loudly, biting his lip. "I want you in me."
"Gods, yes," Draco crooned, having slid a couple fingers in, slicking and stretching his lover. Harry was still moving around on his lap, teasing Draco's cock in a wonderful and frustrating way.
"Enough," said Harry, flushing from the pleasure and the heat of the water. "I just want your cock."
Draco slid his fingers out and grasped his own cock, positioning himself. "Slide back onto me, love."
Harry nodded and moved back until he could feel Draco pressed to his entrance. He slid back even more, feeling Draco's cock breach him and he tossed his head back and gripped Draco's sides behind him.
"Oh, yesss," Draco hissed, able to let go of his cock as Harry slid back. He reached around to wrap his fingers around Harry's erection.
"Fuck," Harry let out weakly, moving himself on Draco's cock and feeling his hand in front. He pressed his back to Draco's front and slid their skin together as he moved, reaching one hand up to grasp the back of Draco's head as he turned his own to kiss.
Draco bent forward meeting Harry's mouth with his own, his breath catching at the feel of their slick bodies sliding together and the tightness of Harry around his cock.
Harry slid his tongue out to meet slickly with Draco's, licking his mouth and tongue and teeth, all the while sliding against his cock, pressing back against him and taking all that he could.
Draco wasn't sure who was fucking who here, but that suited him fine. He slid his oily fingers along Harry's cock and twisted his hand with each slide.
"Yes," Harry hissed, having to break their kiss and lean forward to slide harder against Draco's cock. He looked over his shoulder at him with heavily lidded, lust-filled eyes as he fucked himself on Draco's prick.
Draco leaned his left arm on the tub, using the elbow to brace himself, his other hand still stoking Harry's cock. He was helpless to do anything more but lie back and let his lover thrust onto him. "So good, so good," he chanted.
The chanting encouraged Harry and he pushed back harder, clenching his arse around Draco. "Yes," he hissed again. "Oh, fuck, yes!"
"Oh, Harry, fucking amazing," Draco gasped. "I love you! I love being inside you!"
Harry gasped, his back arching again as his balls tightened. "Oh, fuck I'm going to come! Yes! Fuck, Draco you're going to make me come!" But there was no 'going to' about it, because Harry was coming so hard the next second, he could've sworn his heart stopped. He tensed and stilled as the come shot out of him and into the water and then he slumped forward, panting heavily.
As always, Harry coming brought Draco as well. Harry's body clenched around him and his energy sent that shot of energy through him. Draco came hard into Harry, his hips bucking as he did.
Harry didn't really move for a few moments, still floating on high from his orgasm. "Fuck, Draco," he finally said rather weakly.
"Oh, fuck, yes," Draco answered sighing with his head resting back on the edge of the tub. His arm was still wrapped around Harry.
Harry grinned and slid very slowly off Draco's cock. He turned to face him, pushing his legs apart to settle between them. He kissed Draco's chest and looked up at him, smiling.
"I see you feel much better." Draco smirked.
"Yes, much better," said Harry, kissing Draco's chest again and then sliding up his body to kiss his lips.
Bending his head to kiss his lover, Draco felt content - well, almost. "I'm hungry," he said when Harry pulled back.
Harry laughed. "Of course you are," he said. "But actually, me too."
Chapter Title: Soothing Passion
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"What's the matter with him?" asked Hermione, sounding scared.
"I think he ..." Harry trailed off. How could Draco need him like that? They'd had sex before they'd gone to bed and it was still daylight out, but Draco was cold and unmoving and Harry had to do something. It was too risky to Apparate such a long distance with someone unconscious. He looked up at Hermione. "Take the charm off me," he said.
Hermione did, still frowning with worry.
He got shakily to his feet and picked Draco up, the blond still under the Lightening Charm. "Just wait for me," he said. "I think I know what's wrong with him, or at least what to do. I hope."
"We have to get out of here," said Ron. "The building's going to burn down!"
"No it won't," said Hermione, still staring at Draco. "It was magical fire. Harry, what are you -" she began, but Harry cut her off.
"Just wait for me," he said, and he walked with Draco off behind the building so that they couldn't be seen.
He lowered Draco to the ground gently and took the charm off of him. He hoped and prayed that this is what Draco needed. He swallowed and fumbled with the fly of his own jeans and pulled them and his boxers down, shivering again at not only the cold, but the fear that this might not work. No, it will, he told himself firmly.
He dropped to his knees and pulled Draco's trousers down before flipping him around. There were no robes to help cover them and keep them warm while in their Muggle clothes. Harry muttered the Lubrication Spell and slicked his willed erection before preparing Draco quickly, his skin prickling with unpleasantness as he realised he was about to fuck a cold, unmoving body in a graveyard. He shivered again.
Oh, please, please, he thought as he moved into position and pressed forward slowly. Please, Draco, please. Draco felt so unbelievably cold. The blond’s body seemed to twitch slightly at the intrusion. Harry squeezed his eyes shut tightly and thrust in again, his fingers now cold against Draco's icy skin. He simply kept his hips moving, being careful not to hurt Draco, but quick. He wanting something to happen, anything. Oh, please work.
The inside of Draco's body had been as cold as his skin, but seemed to be heating up as Harry thrust in. The warmth spread outward. The skin of his arse seemed to colour and warm as well. A few more thrusts and a definite tremor ran through the blond's body. Harry's eyes flew open as he felt Draco move a bit, but he didn't know for sure. It felt like he was getting warmer, but Harry wasn't sure about that either. He thrust into him, definitely feeling at least a little warmth now. Yes, yes, please yes.
Draco's body shuddered. There was a loud gasp as his breathing started again and his fingers curled in response.
Harry breathed a very heavy sigh of relief. "I'm right here," he gasped, although he wasn't sure if Draco could understand him.
Draco could feel the warmth and magic of Harry spreading through him. Every part of him hurt as blood flow resumed in his body and the tingling pain came with it. He cried out, fingers and toes clenching.
Harry slowed his thrusts down, hearing the pain in Draco's voice, but he was coming back and Harry was filled with sweet relief. Thank Merlin for this fucking binding promise, he thought as he continued to push into his lover.
Draco was on the ground and Harry was behind him and in him, that much he had figured out. He breathed deep, trying to relax into what Harry was doing. That helped, the pain starting to shift to pleasure as his body loosened up.
Harry was panting slightly now, his thrusts slow. He wanted to ask if Draco was okay, but he didn't think he'd be able to answer.
Each thrust of Harry's cock sent shivers up Draco's spine, warmth radiating out from it. He began to breathe in time with those thrusts.
Harry could feel Draco warming up considerably and he kept his pace, trying to make it pleasurable for himself so that he could come.
Draco arched up into Harry's thrusts, his fingers tightening in the grass under him. He moaned softly.
Harry let out a quiet groan, Draco's sounds helping him. His hips sped up to the pace he had set when he had first entered Draco.
"Yes," Draco gasped, magic crackling over his skin as Harry began to enjoy it.
"Draco," Harry moaned quietly, feeling the pleasure building up now. He gripped Draco's hips and pulled him up a bit to meet his thrusts.
"Harry," Draco replied, bending his knees to help Harry reach the angle he was looking for. His own fingers and toes were digging into the grass to hold on.
Harry gasped and his head fell forward as all the energy in him seemed to erupt from his cock and fill Draco, his eyes closing and his body shuddering.
Draco moaned loudly, his whole body flushed warm with Harry's release.
Harry clung to Draco's hips with his fingers as he came, literally feeling as if Draco were sucking something from him. He gasped when the sensation ended and he pulled out and landed on his back in the grass, panting and staring up at the still-grey sky.
Draco gasped as Harry pulled away and when he looked up, he found himself staring at a gravestone. He blinked. They were fucking on a grave? Memory came back of the graveyard and the church. The Horcrux. He looked over his shoulder at Harry. "You okay?"
Harry was still panting and nodded, his trousers around his ankles.
"Ron? Hermione?" Draco asked, rolling onto his back.
"They're fine," he said breathlessly. "What happened to you? Why did you pass out?"
"Did you get it?" Draco asked as he began to pull his own shorts and trousers up.
Harry nodded again. "Yeah," he said, and there were a few moments of silence before Harry frowned and sat up quickly. "I think I left it in there!" he said, jumping to his feet and nearly falling back down as he did. He bent and pulled his trousers up.
Draco chuckled, getting to his feet and helping Harry up.
Harry didn't see what was funny. As soon as his trousers were secured, he ran back around to the side of the building and back towards that wooden door.
“Harry what are you doing?!" Hermione asked when he came into view.
"I left the Horcrux in there!" Harry said, pausing only for a second to look at her before tearing off for the door again.
"No, I've got it," she said quickly, pulling the cup out of her jacket pocket.
Draco followed Harry, nearly running to catch up. He stood there, covered in grass and feeling as messy as he looked. He stared at the cup in Hermione's hand.
"Draco! Are you okay?" asked Hermione when he came around the corner, giving him a worried look.
Harry reached out and took the cup from Hermione, holding it up to his face to see if it was the real thing and not another fake.
Draco frowned, wondering at the look on her face. "I think so," he answered cautiously, resisting the urge to readjust his clothes in front of them.
"It's real," said Harry, taking in the Hufflepuff mark on the cup. It was definitely the one he had seen in the memory.
"Yes, it's real," Draco confirmed with a shiver in his voice.
"Let's get out of here before something else happens," Harry said. He looked up at Draco. "Back to the Manor?" he asked.
"Please," he said, taking Harry's hand.
Harry nodded again and looked to the other two. "Let's go," he said, and they all four Apparated and appeared a moment later, standing in the entrance hall.
The moment they were back, Harry pulled Draco to him and hugged him tightly.
Draco returned the embrace, then pulled back, looking questionably into Harry's eyes. "I know I missed something," he said. "The last thing I remember is you going down into that basement. Then I woke up in the graveyard with you."
"Be glad that it's the last thing you remember," said Harry seriously as he pulled his sleeve up and poked gently at the shiny burn on his arm. The fire had not burnt his clothes, only his skin.
Draco frowned. "You said you were okay," he snapped accusingly, pulling at Harry's sleeves to survey the damage.
"I am okay," Harry said, letting Draco look at him. He actually was a bit uncomfortable, his clothes feeling like sandpaper against some parts of his skin.
Draco harrumphed at that. "And you two," he sneered, "are you burned as well?”
Ron pulled up his sleeves to show burns like Harry's on both of his arms.
Hermione nodded.
"There was fire," Harry said rather obviously.
"Merde," Draco cursed. "Apparate to the hall outside my suite," he said, just as he took Harry on side-along there.
Harry stared at Draco, now outside the suite, still holding his arms out.
Ron and Hermione were there seconds later.
"It's really not that bad, is it?" said Ron. "We're lucky the three of us were there or we would have never been able to get out."
"It's a magical burn, Weasley," Draco hissed. "It could get worse if not treated quickly." He waved his wand and the doors to his suite swung open and he pulled Harry with him towards a door on the opposite side from the bedroom door. It also opened for him and he pulled Harry into his Potions lab.
Harry's eyes were wide as he was pulled along. Ron and Hermione followed quickly behind.
It was a Potions lab, but the similarities with Snape's ended at that. This was polished and clean, with everything ordered. There were shelves on the walls with neatly lettered labels of ingredients, and others with neatly sealed and labelled potions. Draco went directly to the latter and pulled three vials off the shelf, walking back and handing them to the other three. "Drink," he said, and then turned to crouch beside another rack, looking for something.
Ron shrugged and drank the potion down. Harry and Hermione drank after.
Harry made a face at the taste. "Ugh," he said. "What are you looking for?" he asked Draco as Ron and Hermione made faces similar to his own.
"Ah," Draco said, pulling out several larger jars. He walked back over to them, setting them on the work table. "Strip," he said as he began mixing ingredients.
Ron raised an eyebrow. "Er ... strip?" he said.
Harry cleared his throat oddly. "Erm, all of our clothes?"
Hermione stared at the three males in the room with slightly widened eyes.
Draco turned with a frown on his face and looked at them. "Gryffindors!" he snapped. "Which is more important, your modesty or your skin? I suppose you can leave on the underwear."
Harry huffed. "He's right. Just take them off," he said, pulling his jacket and shirt off as he spoke.
Hermione flushed as she began taking her jacket off as well, Ron doing the same next to her.
Harry didn't feel too awkward as he was in boxers, but he faced determinedly away from his friends - or at least Hermione, for her sake.
Draco ignored their semi-nudity (well, maybe not Harry's) and handed Hermione a bowl of what he had mixed. It looked oily and smelled mouldy. "Spread this everywhere. Start with the most affected areas but don't miss the rest of the skin, because burns don't always show right away." He turned and began on Harry's hands, working his way up.
Harry stood and let Draco cover him with the smelly ointment, his nose wrinkled up.
Ron and Hermione began covering themselves with the substance too.
"What is this?" Harry asked, face still scrunched up.
"I'll tell you after we wash it off." Draco smirked. "All you need to know now is that I love your skin and want to keep it intact."
Harry raised an eyebrow, a small smile on his lips and nodded. "I think I rather like it, too," he said.
Ron and Hermione helped each other with the areas they couldn't get at themselves as Draco covered Harry's body.
"You have to wear this stuff until it dries and starts flaking off." Draco smiled. "Then I will have a special bath you need to take."
"How bloody long will that take?" asked Ron, his body sort of shielding Hermione's from view.
Draco was trying hard not to laugh, but not succeeding. They looked pretty awful covered in the oily salve and the tone in Ron's voice was just too much. "Oh, and this stuff stains the sheets," he added, chuckling.
Harry heaved a great sigh. "So we basically can't sit down or anything until this shit dries?" he asked.
"I can afford more sheets," Draco said, grinning. Then he looked serious for a moment. "Actually, taking a nap would probably help the potion you took as well. But someone needs to be in the room with you in case of a negative reaction."
Harry sighed again. "So we have to take a nap all in the same room?" he asked, making a face because he didn't fancy a nap very much at all right now, nor did he fancy going anywhere near any bed without Draco.
"I could have a house-elf keep an eye on these two," Draco said, looking at Hermione. "If that is acceptable with Miss Granger."
Ron moved to cover Hermione a bit more and she was silent for a moment, thinking.
"Hermione!" said Ron. "Yes, a bloody house-elf can watch us. I don't know about you, but I don't really fancy standing around in my underwear. Let's go lay down."
Hermione huffed and poked her head out from behind Ron. "All right, as long as he or she is rewarded afterwards," she said.
Ron rolled his eyes.
"As you wish," Draco said with a smirk.
"Can we go?" asked Ron impatiently.
"Yes." Draco stood waiting.
There were two loud cracks and Ron and Hermione were gone. Harry and Draco were left standing alone.
"So I have to go take a nap?" Harry asked.
Draco took his hand and led him from the room and into the bedroom. With a flick of his wand the bedspread folded itself at the foot of the bed. He then used the quick Disrobe Spell on himself. He climbed naked into he bed.
"You're going to lay with me with this stuff all over me?" Harry asked, stripping off his underwear slowly so as not to make a mess of them. He climbed into the bed, not touching Draco and lying stiffly.
"Yes. Yes, I am," Draco said, pulling Harry's body to his own.
Harry made a face, but it did make him feel better to have Draco's body next to him. "Now you'll need a bath," he said.
"The horrors," Draco said, smirking again.
Harry snorted. "Well, I suppose you already needed one with that grass all over you," he said.
"I am a bit sticky, as well," Draco added. "Please tell me what happened after you went into the basement."
Harry nodded and took a deep breath before starting to explain what had happened. He told him how the staircase had collapsed, and how they had come up with the idea to get out again with Ron on the stairs to pull them out. Then what had happened with the torches and the entrance, and what had happened after he had grabbed the cup. "And Merlin, the fire felt like fucking Crucio. Hurt so fucking much and I couldn't even breathe. I had to jump through it to reach the stairs again, but Ron pulled me out okay," he finished.
"That kind of magical fire would feel like Crucio," Draco said. He was frowning, his breath having sped up a bit. He didn't like that he hadn't been able to help.
Harry nodded. "Well, it did," he said. "Felt like I was going mad. Have you ever been in water and swam too deep and then panicked and tried as hard as you could to reach the surface again?"
"No, but I have been under Crucio," Draco said quietly, wincing when he realised that Harry had been there the last time he was.
Harry winced too and nodded. "Well, we got the Horcrux and we're all okay. That's what matters, right?"
Draco sighed. "I am glad you are safe and I am sorry I didn't do more to help."
"Well, it wasn't your fault, and I'm glad you didn't have to go down there anyway," Harry said with a sigh. "What happened to you anyway? Why did you pass out? We had sex last night and it shouldn't have been time yet."
"I don't think I passed out, or that wasn't all there was to it," Draco said quietly.
Harry frowned. "Did it have something to do with the trap you were talking about? Because I didn't let you go through that door because of that."
"The trap sprung when I touched the wall," Draco said, "but going down into the basement would probably have finished it quickly. It used my ability to feel magic to drain magic from me."
Harry took a deep breath. "Would it have killed you if it weren't for me?" he asked quietly.
"What were the symptoms before you ... revived me?" he asked, half smiling at the method.
"You were cold, but not like usual - even more than usual. Even cold on the inside. And it didn't look like you were breathing at all," Harry said as quietly as before.
Draco nodded, wondering what he should say to Harry. "Yes, I think I would be dead if weren't for you." He didn't add that he probably had been dead.
Harry took another deep breath. "Merlin, I hate doing this. Not because I'm afraid for me, but for you, and Ron and Hermione. You could all be hurt or ... killed, and I hate it more than anything."
"It is dangerous," Draco said, "but the madman will do worse if we don't."
"I know," said Harry quietly, wiggling his fingers and feeling the drying liquid on them.
"You aren't tired?" Draco asked, frowning.
"A bit," said Harry with a small shrug, feeling more relaxed than tired, but he knew he could probably fall asleep.
"Sleep now," Draco said, using his hand to push Harry's head against his own shoulder.
Harry shifted around a bit until he was more comfortably pressed to Draco. "All right," he said, and closed his eyes.
***
Draco sat on the edge of the bed, watching Harry sleep. He did this whenever he could. Even with the dried salve on him, there was something peaceful and childlike in those moments.
Despite not feeling very tired, Harry had gone out like a light. He hadn't felt it, but his body had been exhausted after getting the Horcrux. He slept on, not even noticing that Draco wasn't next to him anymore.
Draco got up and went to the door, summoning the house-elf he had watching the other two. The elf confirmed that they were sleeping well and that there were no visible reactions. Draco gave the elf a bottle of bath potion for the other two and sent it back.
Harry slept on for a while later, but then finally started to wake up, his eyelids fluttering. He opened them slowly and yawned.
That was another moment Draco enjoyed, seeing those green eyes as they opened, sleepy but still bright. He smiled and handed Harry his glasses.
Harry reached a hand out and grabbed the offered spectacles and put them on, sitting up slowly. His skin felt much better and didn't hurt anywhere anymore.
"I have a bath waiting with a potion that will clear the rest of it," Draco said.
Harry nodded and got to his feet, feeling cold and shivering slightly after just having woken up.
Draco helped him up and led him into the bathroom. A large sunken bathtub, big enough for several people, was full and steaming mildly. "I put a Warming Charm on it," Draco explained.
Harry nodded. "Good," he said, climbing into the bath and sighing as the water touched his skin. He closed his eyes. "Are you getting in with me or does it just have to be me because of the potion that's in here?" he asked.
Draco considered. "It won't hurt me. Do you want me to join you?"
"No, I want you to stand out there naked and gorgeous and out of my reach," Harry said sarcastically, cracking one eye open.
Draco snorted and slid into the bath with his lover. He soaked a soft cloth and began washing Harry's back.
Harry sighed again and rolled his shoulders lightly. "I've had enough of Voldemort for one day, I think," he said, still feeling a bit sleepy.
"Enough of anything bad today. Got it," Draco agreed, massaging those sore shoulders.
Harry nodded again. "So, what are we going to name our cat when we get it?" he asked, smiling.
Draco snorted. "Well, I would think it would depend on the cat."
"Yes, probably," said Harry. He waited a few moments. "Where will we live when this is all over? Here?"
"Depends," Draco smirked, "on if it is just us or not."
"What do you mean?" asked Harry, raising an eyebrow.
"You always seem to travel with an entourage," Draco said with a laugh, his cloth-covered hand working on Harry's chest.
"Oh," said Harry, leaning back a bit to give Draco room. "Well, yes, my friends are like my family. But I don't know if they'll want to live with me forever. I mean, what happens if Ron or Hermione get married? I'm sure they would like to have their own place one day."
"Probably, because living in a small flat somewhere is much better than living in a small castle." Draco snorted.
Harry grinned. "Well, they can certainly stay if they want to. You wouldn't mind, would you?" he asked.
Draco snorted again. "I suppose I am getting used to them."
"Yes, they've gotten used to you, too," Harry said, still grinning. "And you know, I still can't work out how we managed to get so used to each other in what was it? Four days and I loved you?" He laughed happily.
"Sex," Draco answered, his washcloth sliding below the water line, washing progressively lower.
Harry smirked. "Yes, big bad Slytherin, Draco Malfoy stole my virginity and my heart," he said with another chuckle. "And you really did, you know."
"I think stealing your virginity might be pushing it, given that you begged me to fuck you," Draco said, laughing. His cloth-covered hand slid over Harry's cock.
Harry's smirk widened and he took in a sharp breath. "Yes, I did beg. What can I say? Your cock's irresistible."
"Good," Draco purred, "because I love fucking you, as much as I fucking love you."
"Fuck me right here in this bath, please," Harry said, suddenly feeling very much like a fuck.
Draco laughed deeply, pulling Harry back against him so he could feel his hard cock against his arse.
"Hard for me already. Good," said Harry, a smirk in his tone as he slid more up Draco's lap to press against him and rub his arse against his cock.
"Fuck," Draco gasped as Harry slid against him, his own hand closing around Harry's cock.
Harry moaned as Draco's hand closed around him and he rested back against him and arched. He worked himself in Draco's hand and worked his arse even more back against Draco's cock, trying to move sexily, arching more than he actually needed to.
Draco shuddered, wondering if the Lube Spell worked underwater. The water felt so slick with the potion in it and Harry rubbing against him was making him ache for more.
"Are you going to fuck me with that thick cock of yours?" Harry asked, panting. "The one I find so fucking irresistible?"
Groaning, Draco reached for some oil, spilling it on the side of the tub as he slicked his hand. He had had to take the construct off to bathe. He reached his slick fingers down to find Harry's entrance, pushing against that tight ring.
Harry moaned, pushing down against those fingers. "That's it," he whispered loudly, biting his lip. "I want you in me."
"Gods, yes," Draco crooned, having slid a couple fingers in, slicking and stretching his lover. Harry was still moving around on his lap, teasing Draco's cock in a wonderful and frustrating way.
"Enough," said Harry, flushing from the pleasure and the heat of the water. "I just want your cock."
Draco slid his fingers out and grasped his own cock, positioning himself. "Slide back onto me, love."
Harry nodded and moved back until he could feel Draco pressed to his entrance. He slid back even more, feeling Draco's cock breach him and he tossed his head back and gripped Draco's sides behind him.
"Oh, yesss," Draco hissed, able to let go of his cock as Harry slid back. He reached around to wrap his fingers around Harry's erection.
"Fuck," Harry let out weakly, moving himself on Draco's cock and feeling his hand in front. He pressed his back to Draco's front and slid their skin together as he moved, reaching one hand up to grasp the back of Draco's head as he turned his own to kiss.
Draco bent forward meeting Harry's mouth with his own, his breath catching at the feel of their slick bodies sliding together and the tightness of Harry around his cock.
Harry slid his tongue out to meet slickly with Draco's, licking his mouth and tongue and teeth, all the while sliding against his cock, pressing back against him and taking all that he could.
Draco wasn't sure who was fucking who here, but that suited him fine. He slid his oily fingers along Harry's cock and twisted his hand with each slide.
"Yes," Harry hissed, having to break their kiss and lean forward to slide harder against Draco's cock. He looked over his shoulder at him with heavily lidded, lust-filled eyes as he fucked himself on Draco's prick.
Draco leaned his left arm on the tub, using the elbow to brace himself, his other hand still stoking Harry's cock. He was helpless to do anything more but lie back and let his lover thrust onto him. "So good, so good," he chanted.
The chanting encouraged Harry and he pushed back harder, clenching his arse around Draco. "Yes," he hissed again. "Oh, fuck, yes!"
"Oh, Harry, fucking amazing," Draco gasped. "I love you! I love being inside you!"
Harry gasped, his back arching again as his balls tightened. "Oh, fuck I'm going to come! Yes! Fuck, Draco you're going to make me come!" But there was no 'going to' about it, because Harry was coming so hard the next second, he could've sworn his heart stopped. He tensed and stilled as the come shot out of him and into the water and then he slumped forward, panting heavily.
As always, Harry coming brought Draco as well. Harry's body clenched around him and his energy sent that shot of energy through him. Draco came hard into Harry, his hips bucking as he did.
Harry didn't really move for a few moments, still floating on high from his orgasm. "Fuck, Draco," he finally said rather weakly.
"Oh, fuck, yes," Draco answered sighing with his head resting back on the edge of the tub. His arm was still wrapped around Harry.
Harry grinned and slid very slowly off Draco's cock. He turned to face him, pushing his legs apart to settle between them. He kissed Draco's chest and looked up at him, smiling.
"I see you feel much better." Draco smirked.
"Yes, much better," said Harry, kissing Draco's chest again and then sliding up his body to kiss his lips.
Bending his head to kiss his lover, Draco felt content - well, almost. "I'm hungry," he said when Harry pulled back.
Harry laughed. "Of course you are," he said. "But actually, me too."