Harry Potter and The Serpent King (BP5)
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Adult ++
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52
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20,406
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85
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The Ribbons
Chapter Number/Total: 12/52
Chapter Title: The Ribbons
Words: 3157 Words
Harry stepped carefully into the fireplace with Draco, and despite no one being able to hear them outside the Cloak, when Harry repeated what Lee had said it worked; the two of them were spinning off to the Ministry as well. When they arrived, Harry saw that Lee was talking animatedly with a wizard nearby who looked over at the fireplace, seeming confused by the noise. Harry readjusted the Cloak quickly to cover the side that had risen during the Floo travel.
They shuffled out of the fireplace and Draco was relieved that he had thought of the Silencing Charm.
It was not a moment too soon, as the wizard talking with Lee walked over towards the fireplace and ran a hand inside it. "Strange," he said with a shrug, turning back to Lee.
"Well, Hooper, I must be going," Lee said, shaking the man's hand. "You know me, always working."
"You should take a break now and again, boy," Hooper said cheerfully and Harry waited impatiently as Hooper and Lee made plans for Lee to come over for lunch.
Finally, Lee had shaken the man off, who had wanted to start a conversation about the Tutsill Tornadoes.
They followed Lee down the hall. Draco had his silver hand around Harry, holding him tight while Harry held the Cloak closed. He kept his wand in his right hand.
Every now and again, Lee would stop to lift complicated spells and then discreetly nod Harry and Draco ahead of him. They had to stay rather close to the wall, as people kept heading past them in the opposite direction. More than a few people wanted to stop Lee and talk to him but, thankfully, he politely went about his way. It still took just under twenty minutes simply to get to the lifts.
Draco watched carefully, taking mental notes of the route they took. It was hot under the Cloak, and being pressed against Harry was always distracting, but he did his best to focus on the task.
Harry had not been in a terribly good mood when they had left, and this journey had not improved it. He was sweaty, his glasses had slid all the way down his nose and he couldn't fix them with his hands full. They'd had to wait on the stuffy lift all the way to the lower ninth level with several people who had all been going to a different floor it seemed, because Harry was sure they had stopped at all of them as the annoying memos flapped above his head. Eventually, Lee led them to the familiar stretch of hallway and the door that had haunted Harry's dreams for the greater part of his fifth year.
Draco had never been to this part of the Ministry before. He was quite intrigued by the circular room and its multiple doors.
Harry remembered the room less than fondly, but then again, none of this brought back very fond memories. He could almost hear the pounding on the door and Bellatrix Lestrange's horrible baby-voice. When Lee shut the door behind them and the room started to spin, Harry would swear he could see the red X's.
"Clever," Draco whispered next to Harry as he saw the way the room concealed the location of the entrance, as well as which door was which. He looked curiously to see how Lee knew which was the correct door.
Lee had watched the spinning very closely and when it stopped, the way he was nodding his head at each door in turn, it was like he was counting. "The room spun eight times," he said, walking over to a seemingly random door. "So my room is the fourth from the door that was behind us." He unlocked the door with a silent spell and it was, indeed, the room that held the tank with the brains.
Draco had been counting too and nodded in understanding, shuffling with Harry to follow Lee.
Lee stood to the side for a moment to let Harry and Draco in and then snapped the door shut after them. "All right, blokes. You can take that off in here. No one's working today except for me."
Draco sighed gratefully and dropped the Silencing Charm as Harry opened the Cloak.
"Bloody hell," said Harry, fixing his glasses and wiping his face.
"Hot?" said Lee with a small grin.
Harry nodded, throwing his Cloak over his shoulder.
Draco walked over and began looking at the brains in the tank.
"Careful, mate," said Lee, watching Draco.
"Yeah," said Harry with a snort. "Try not to Accio one."
Draco raised an eyebrow, but didn't get closer. "What are they for?" he asked.
"For studying, of course," said Lee, coming up next to Draco. "No better tool than a brain to study thought with."
"Are they human?" Harry asked, moving to stand beside Draco.
"Some of them are," said Lee, nodding. "But we study the difference between animal thought and human. Right now there are ten human brains - different ages - one dog brain, and I think we just got a lion's in yesterday."
Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Nothing inhuman though," Lee assured them. "The bodies are dead before the brains are removed and the human brains are donated, too damaged to be used for anything else. Despite the damage, the thought remains untouched."
"Remind me not to donate my brain for research," Draco whispered to his lover.
Harry smiled amusedly and nodded.
"Look at this," said Lee, sticking his wand end into the tank of greenish water. One brain came floating purposely over, leaving a ribbon of pictures behind it that slowly faded as it moved. "We got this one in last month. It was an old woman's. Helped solve a missing person's case over twenty years old. That kind of stuff happens a lot here, of course not always with the brains."
"Interesting," said Harry nodding.
"Who?" Draco asked, thinking.
"Oh, no one you would know," said Lee. "The girl was killed those twenty years ago. Her name was Danielle. It was awful, but at least her parents finally got some closure."
"How old was she?" Harry asked.
"Five," Lee answered quietly. "Very sad, but what can you do?"
Harry shivered involuntarily, forcing himself not to think of losing Valen in five years.
Draco took a deep breath and turned away from the tank. "So, where is the room we are here to see?" he asked.
"Back out there," Lee answered, pointing to the door they had come through. "I just wanted to bring you in here first to let you take a breather."
"Is it locked? Can you get in?" Harry asked, thinking of how the door had melted the blade of the pocket knife Sirius had given to him.
"It is locked, but I can get in," said Lee. "Mind you, be thankful I got it. No one goes in there anymore and only a few people even know how to get in. I nearly had to sleep with Julianne Dumance to get her to tell me."
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Think Millicent Bulstrode," said Lee, making a horrible face. "Er, sorry if she was a friend," he added to Draco.
Draco shrugged, not finding Millie very attractive himself.
"Sorry about that," Harry said, face similar to Lee's. "Rest assured that it's greatly appreciated."
Lee nodded, giving Harry a careless shrug. "Eh, well, I didn't have to actually sleep with her - but I do have a horrible date next weekend. If I don't get you two in there, it will all be for nothing, so, shall we?"
Draco nodded and drew the Cloak around them both again, kissing the side of Harry's cheek as he pressed against him.
Harry smiled and followed Lee back out the door, watching as the room started to spin again.
Lee began counting when the spinning stopped. "Okay, that one's my room," he said, pointing to a door on the left. "Next to that is the Hall of Prophecy, and then we have the Time Room, next the Death Chamber and," he took a few steps forward and stopped in front of the next door, "your room."
"How do you open it?" Harry asked quietly.
"I'm going to need one of you for that," said Lee.
Harry frowned confusedly.
"You have to be in love to open the door," Lee continued with a wry smile. "It's part of the design."
"Do we need to stay under here?" Draco asked.
"You probably should," Lee answered. "No one can hear us, but they can certainly walk in on us."
Harry sighed, hot again already. "So, what do we do?" he asked.
"One of you put your hand on the door. You can barely see them in this blue light, but there are five little burn marks. Make sure all five fingers of your right hand are touching the five marks. I say the incantation and we're in."
"You're going to have to do it," Harry told Draco. "I'm holding the Cloak."
They shuffled forward and Draco reached his hand out, pressing his fingers against the marks. He thought about his lover and how much he felt for him, hoping that would help.
Harry watched as Lee pulled his wand and muttered the spell. What looked like some sort of strange and very red ribbon shot out and wound itself around Draco's hand and through his fingers, flowing like it was made of some sort of gas or air. After a few seconds of Harry watching nervously, hoping that that was what was supposed to happen, the ribbon let off a very, very bright white light and then burst from Draco's hand, transforming into dozens of little bright diamond-looking sparks that disappeared before they hit the floor. Draco's hand was completely unscathed and the door clicked unlocked, but didn't swing open.
"That's some fancy door-opening," Lee remarked, raising his eyebrows.
Draco laughed at the feel of the spell. "It doesn't usually do that?" he asked.
"I've never seen this door open," said Lee. "As a matter of fact, it hasn't been opened in a long time from what I heard."
"Since my parents," said Harry. "Makes sense that they would choose a couple to work in this room."
Draco laid his hand on the door, trying to sense what was inside before opening it.
"Well, you heading in?" Lee asked.
Harry took a breath and nodded before remembering that Lee couldn't see him. "I suppose we should," he said. "Draco?"
Draco huffed, unable to sense anything more through the door. He pushed it slowly open.
As it swung inward, Harry saw that it led into a decent-sized room with a few desks and some strange instruments that looked similar to the ones he had seen in his parents' basement. The room had huge tinted windows that spanned from mid-wall all the way to the ceiling. When Harry looked out of the windows, the room looked to be a light brown because of the window's colour and there seemed to be swirling, airy ribbons filling the place, but he couldn't see anything else in the vast room. Harry wasn't even sure where it ended.
Draco paused in the doorway, eyes wide as he stared into the room on the other side of the window.
Wanting to get a closer look at the gently moving red patterns, Harry stepped through the door and out from under the Cloak. All of the ribbon-things seemed to stop for at least a few seconds and then they wiggled right towards the glass and squirmed against it as if trying to get in and at him. He raised his eyebrows and looked over his shoulder at Draco and Lee, but he could only see Lee as Draco was still under the Cloak.
Draco startled when the ribbons moved toward them. He stepped inside, reaching for Harry. He couldn't stand the idea of not touching him right then.
Lee moved in too, closing the door behind him. "What are these things?" he said, peering through the glass.
Taking Draco's hand in his, Harry moved closer to the glass and the ribbons followed him, more of them moving to the window he was standing at. "I don't know," he said slowly in answer to Lee's question.
"Feelings," Draco whispered.
Harry glanced at Draco and then back to the glass, putting a hand flat against it and watching as the ribbons gathered there frantically.
"Why are they doing that to you, mate?" Lee asked. He had his hand pressed to the glass too, but there were only a few ribbons clinging to where he touched as opposed to the pack of them at Harry's.
"They are attracted to him," Draco said. "As you said before, they only work for someone in love."
"Why don't you see what it does for you?" Harry murmured, letting Draco's hand go. Quite a few ribbons left his hand when he did this. Curious, Harry took Draco's hand again and they came wiggling back. He let go and they left. "Hmm."
Draco trembled, but lifted his silver hand up and rested it against the glass, not sure if it would have the same effect.
The ribbons came like a swarm towards him, like they had with Harry, still wiggling as hard as ever.
Draco took his hand away, startled.
"Can you feel it even in here?" Harry asked, finally taking his hand away.
Draco's eyes were wide and he nodded. "Strong," he whispered.
"What's it feel like?" Harry asked, standing close to Draco.
"I can't really feel it as much as ... sense it," Draco whispered still. "Power in a different form," he said distractedly, his eyes narrowing as he concentrated on it.
"There's another door," said Lee, pointing, and there was another door leading into the main room off in the corner.
"I don't know about going out there ...." Harry said uncertainly.
"Did the notebooks mention ribbons?" Draco asked, trying to remember and finding it hard to concentrate on anything but the swirling in front of him.
"I think so ...." said Harry. "Maybe ... but that's probably not technically what they're called. Did any of the Latin words or spells say anything that could be these? I think there was a word that was mentioned a lot, but, Merlin, what do I know? I couldn't read half that."
"I think we need to go read those again," Draco said quietly, "before we go in that room."
"Yeah, we need to do something before we go in there", Harry agreed. "I don't want them to attack us. I mean, it doesn't seem like they would, really, but just to be safe ...."
Draco nodded, entranced by the swirling ribbons of power.
"Do you mind bringing us back here?" Harry asked Lee without looking away from Draco.
"No, not at all," Lee answered. "It'd have to be on another day like this when the place is mostly empty. Most of the time those are Sundays."
"That would be fine," said Harry.
Draco didn't reply, reaching his right hand up and laying it on the glass, closing his eyes to see what he felt.
Harry watched and Lee looked too, having only recently been told that Draco was a sensitive.
Draco moaned, his body shivering.
Harry raised an eyebrow. That moan sounded awfully familiar. "What is it?" he asked.
Draco splayed his fingers out on the glass, not even hearing the question.
Harry waited a few moments before laying a hand on Draco's shoulder. "Draco?" he asked, wondering what he was feeling.
Draco felt the power surge between Harry and the power in the room as it raced through him like a conduit. He groaned loudly.
Harry couldn't resist a slightly amused yet confused laugh. "Draco, what's going on?" he asked, wondering if his husband would be able to hear him this time.
Draco reached his silver hand back and pulled Harry against him, trembling at the sensation. In the room, the ribbons flocked to his hand, swirling faster.
Harry watched the ribbons and remained pressed to Draco. Curious once again, he kissed Draco simply on the cheek. There seemed to be a small wave through the mass of red dimmed by the tinted windows.
Draco turned his head and pressed his lips to Harry's, trembling at the waves of power.
Harry kissed back, keeping his eyes open and watching the glass. There was a stronger wave and it kept waving as they kissed, getting stronger if the kiss did.
Draco moaned into Harry's mouth, opening to his lover.
When Harry slipped his tongue inside Draco's mouth, the wave was so strong that it pushed some of the ribbons out and then they wiggled back as quick as they could. Harry wondered what they would do if they were to have sex, and all it took was for Harry to think about sex and nearly every ribbon in the room flocked to try and press to Draco's hand.
Draco's arm around Harry tightened and his whole body shuddered with pleasure. He rubbed against his lover and thrust his tongue into Harry's mouth.
"Er, still here ...." said Lee, and Harry heard him, but he knew Draco didn't. Now Draco was getting him worked up and they were getting close to the dangerous zone of public sex again. Very gently, Harry slid his hand down Draco's arm, still kissing him. When he reached Draco's hand pressed to the glass, he slowly took it away, taking it in his own instead.
Draco was very worked up and he resisted his hand being moved, but then turned to press even more of Harry against himself.
Harry pulled away from Draco's mouth and kissed along his face to his ear. "I'm right here," he whispered, trying to calm Draco, "but I don't think this is a very proper place for having sex, do you?" He actually wanted nothing more than to strip his clothes and allow Draco to have his wicked way with him, and perhaps they could do that ... when Lee wasn't in the room.
"Yes. Here," Draco whispered.
"Draco," Harry whispered back, stroking his hair, "someone is in here. Don't you think we should do it alone?"
"Mmm," Draco responded, completely intoxicated with the strength of what he was feeling as he began to nip and suck at Harry's throat.
Harry's eyelids fluttered and he glanced over and gave Lee a pleading look.
Looking like he hoped he was making the right choice, Lee frowned slightly and nodded, exiting quietly.
Chapter Title: The Ribbons
Words: 3157 Words
Harry stepped carefully into the fireplace with Draco, and despite no one being able to hear them outside the Cloak, when Harry repeated what Lee had said it worked; the two of them were spinning off to the Ministry as well. When they arrived, Harry saw that Lee was talking animatedly with a wizard nearby who looked over at the fireplace, seeming confused by the noise. Harry readjusted the Cloak quickly to cover the side that had risen during the Floo travel.
They shuffled out of the fireplace and Draco was relieved that he had thought of the Silencing Charm.
It was not a moment too soon, as the wizard talking with Lee walked over towards the fireplace and ran a hand inside it. "Strange," he said with a shrug, turning back to Lee.
"Well, Hooper, I must be going," Lee said, shaking the man's hand. "You know me, always working."
"You should take a break now and again, boy," Hooper said cheerfully and Harry waited impatiently as Hooper and Lee made plans for Lee to come over for lunch.
Finally, Lee had shaken the man off, who had wanted to start a conversation about the Tutsill Tornadoes.
They followed Lee down the hall. Draco had his silver hand around Harry, holding him tight while Harry held the Cloak closed. He kept his wand in his right hand.
Every now and again, Lee would stop to lift complicated spells and then discreetly nod Harry and Draco ahead of him. They had to stay rather close to the wall, as people kept heading past them in the opposite direction. More than a few people wanted to stop Lee and talk to him but, thankfully, he politely went about his way. It still took just under twenty minutes simply to get to the lifts.
Draco watched carefully, taking mental notes of the route they took. It was hot under the Cloak, and being pressed against Harry was always distracting, but he did his best to focus on the task.
Harry had not been in a terribly good mood when they had left, and this journey had not improved it. He was sweaty, his glasses had slid all the way down his nose and he couldn't fix them with his hands full. They'd had to wait on the stuffy lift all the way to the lower ninth level with several people who had all been going to a different floor it seemed, because Harry was sure they had stopped at all of them as the annoying memos flapped above his head. Eventually, Lee led them to the familiar stretch of hallway and the door that had haunted Harry's dreams for the greater part of his fifth year.
Draco had never been to this part of the Ministry before. He was quite intrigued by the circular room and its multiple doors.
Harry remembered the room less than fondly, but then again, none of this brought back very fond memories. He could almost hear the pounding on the door and Bellatrix Lestrange's horrible baby-voice. When Lee shut the door behind them and the room started to spin, Harry would swear he could see the red X's.
"Clever," Draco whispered next to Harry as he saw the way the room concealed the location of the entrance, as well as which door was which. He looked curiously to see how Lee knew which was the correct door.
Lee had watched the spinning very closely and when it stopped, the way he was nodding his head at each door in turn, it was like he was counting. "The room spun eight times," he said, walking over to a seemingly random door. "So my room is the fourth from the door that was behind us." He unlocked the door with a silent spell and it was, indeed, the room that held the tank with the brains.
Draco had been counting too and nodded in understanding, shuffling with Harry to follow Lee.
Lee stood to the side for a moment to let Harry and Draco in and then snapped the door shut after them. "All right, blokes. You can take that off in here. No one's working today except for me."
Draco sighed gratefully and dropped the Silencing Charm as Harry opened the Cloak.
"Bloody hell," said Harry, fixing his glasses and wiping his face.
"Hot?" said Lee with a small grin.
Harry nodded, throwing his Cloak over his shoulder.
Draco walked over and began looking at the brains in the tank.
"Careful, mate," said Lee, watching Draco.
"Yeah," said Harry with a snort. "Try not to Accio one."
Draco raised an eyebrow, but didn't get closer. "What are they for?" he asked.
"For studying, of course," said Lee, coming up next to Draco. "No better tool than a brain to study thought with."
"Are they human?" Harry asked, moving to stand beside Draco.
"Some of them are," said Lee, nodding. "But we study the difference between animal thought and human. Right now there are ten human brains - different ages - one dog brain, and I think we just got a lion's in yesterday."
Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Nothing inhuman though," Lee assured them. "The bodies are dead before the brains are removed and the human brains are donated, too damaged to be used for anything else. Despite the damage, the thought remains untouched."
"Remind me not to donate my brain for research," Draco whispered to his lover.
Harry smiled amusedly and nodded.
"Look at this," said Lee, sticking his wand end into the tank of greenish water. One brain came floating purposely over, leaving a ribbon of pictures behind it that slowly faded as it moved. "We got this one in last month. It was an old woman's. Helped solve a missing person's case over twenty years old. That kind of stuff happens a lot here, of course not always with the brains."
"Interesting," said Harry nodding.
"Who?" Draco asked, thinking.
"Oh, no one you would know," said Lee. "The girl was killed those twenty years ago. Her name was Danielle. It was awful, but at least her parents finally got some closure."
"How old was she?" Harry asked.
"Five," Lee answered quietly. "Very sad, but what can you do?"
Harry shivered involuntarily, forcing himself not to think of losing Valen in five years.
Draco took a deep breath and turned away from the tank. "So, where is the room we are here to see?" he asked.
"Back out there," Lee answered, pointing to the door they had come through. "I just wanted to bring you in here first to let you take a breather."
"Is it locked? Can you get in?" Harry asked, thinking of how the door had melted the blade of the pocket knife Sirius had given to him.
"It is locked, but I can get in," said Lee. "Mind you, be thankful I got it. No one goes in there anymore and only a few people even know how to get in. I nearly had to sleep with Julianne Dumance to get her to tell me."
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Think Millicent Bulstrode," said Lee, making a horrible face. "Er, sorry if she was a friend," he added to Draco.
Draco shrugged, not finding Millie very attractive himself.
"Sorry about that," Harry said, face similar to Lee's. "Rest assured that it's greatly appreciated."
Lee nodded, giving Harry a careless shrug. "Eh, well, I didn't have to actually sleep with her - but I do have a horrible date next weekend. If I don't get you two in there, it will all be for nothing, so, shall we?"
Draco nodded and drew the Cloak around them both again, kissing the side of Harry's cheek as he pressed against him.
Harry smiled and followed Lee back out the door, watching as the room started to spin again.
Lee began counting when the spinning stopped. "Okay, that one's my room," he said, pointing to a door on the left. "Next to that is the Hall of Prophecy, and then we have the Time Room, next the Death Chamber and," he took a few steps forward and stopped in front of the next door, "your room."
"How do you open it?" Harry asked quietly.
"I'm going to need one of you for that," said Lee.
Harry frowned confusedly.
"You have to be in love to open the door," Lee continued with a wry smile. "It's part of the design."
"Do we need to stay under here?" Draco asked.
"You probably should," Lee answered. "No one can hear us, but they can certainly walk in on us."
Harry sighed, hot again already. "So, what do we do?" he asked.
"One of you put your hand on the door. You can barely see them in this blue light, but there are five little burn marks. Make sure all five fingers of your right hand are touching the five marks. I say the incantation and we're in."
"You're going to have to do it," Harry told Draco. "I'm holding the Cloak."
They shuffled forward and Draco reached his hand out, pressing his fingers against the marks. He thought about his lover and how much he felt for him, hoping that would help.
Harry watched as Lee pulled his wand and muttered the spell. What looked like some sort of strange and very red ribbon shot out and wound itself around Draco's hand and through his fingers, flowing like it was made of some sort of gas or air. After a few seconds of Harry watching nervously, hoping that that was what was supposed to happen, the ribbon let off a very, very bright white light and then burst from Draco's hand, transforming into dozens of little bright diamond-looking sparks that disappeared before they hit the floor. Draco's hand was completely unscathed and the door clicked unlocked, but didn't swing open.
"That's some fancy door-opening," Lee remarked, raising his eyebrows.
Draco laughed at the feel of the spell. "It doesn't usually do that?" he asked.
"I've never seen this door open," said Lee. "As a matter of fact, it hasn't been opened in a long time from what I heard."
"Since my parents," said Harry. "Makes sense that they would choose a couple to work in this room."
Draco laid his hand on the door, trying to sense what was inside before opening it.
"Well, you heading in?" Lee asked.
Harry took a breath and nodded before remembering that Lee couldn't see him. "I suppose we should," he said. "Draco?"
Draco huffed, unable to sense anything more through the door. He pushed it slowly open.
As it swung inward, Harry saw that it led into a decent-sized room with a few desks and some strange instruments that looked similar to the ones he had seen in his parents' basement. The room had huge tinted windows that spanned from mid-wall all the way to the ceiling. When Harry looked out of the windows, the room looked to be a light brown because of the window's colour and there seemed to be swirling, airy ribbons filling the place, but he couldn't see anything else in the vast room. Harry wasn't even sure where it ended.
Draco paused in the doorway, eyes wide as he stared into the room on the other side of the window.
Wanting to get a closer look at the gently moving red patterns, Harry stepped through the door and out from under the Cloak. All of the ribbon-things seemed to stop for at least a few seconds and then they wiggled right towards the glass and squirmed against it as if trying to get in and at him. He raised his eyebrows and looked over his shoulder at Draco and Lee, but he could only see Lee as Draco was still under the Cloak.
Draco startled when the ribbons moved toward them. He stepped inside, reaching for Harry. He couldn't stand the idea of not touching him right then.
Lee moved in too, closing the door behind him. "What are these things?" he said, peering through the glass.
Taking Draco's hand in his, Harry moved closer to the glass and the ribbons followed him, more of them moving to the window he was standing at. "I don't know," he said slowly in answer to Lee's question.
"Feelings," Draco whispered.
Harry glanced at Draco and then back to the glass, putting a hand flat against it and watching as the ribbons gathered there frantically.
"Why are they doing that to you, mate?" Lee asked. He had his hand pressed to the glass too, but there were only a few ribbons clinging to where he touched as opposed to the pack of them at Harry's.
"They are attracted to him," Draco said. "As you said before, they only work for someone in love."
"Why don't you see what it does for you?" Harry murmured, letting Draco's hand go. Quite a few ribbons left his hand when he did this. Curious, Harry took Draco's hand again and they came wiggling back. He let go and they left. "Hmm."
Draco trembled, but lifted his silver hand up and rested it against the glass, not sure if it would have the same effect.
The ribbons came like a swarm towards him, like they had with Harry, still wiggling as hard as ever.
Draco took his hand away, startled.
"Can you feel it even in here?" Harry asked, finally taking his hand away.
Draco's eyes were wide and he nodded. "Strong," he whispered.
"What's it feel like?" Harry asked, standing close to Draco.
"I can't really feel it as much as ... sense it," Draco whispered still. "Power in a different form," he said distractedly, his eyes narrowing as he concentrated on it.
"There's another door," said Lee, pointing, and there was another door leading into the main room off in the corner.
"I don't know about going out there ...." Harry said uncertainly.
"Did the notebooks mention ribbons?" Draco asked, trying to remember and finding it hard to concentrate on anything but the swirling in front of him.
"I think so ...." said Harry. "Maybe ... but that's probably not technically what they're called. Did any of the Latin words or spells say anything that could be these? I think there was a word that was mentioned a lot, but, Merlin, what do I know? I couldn't read half that."
"I think we need to go read those again," Draco said quietly, "before we go in that room."
"Yeah, we need to do something before we go in there", Harry agreed. "I don't want them to attack us. I mean, it doesn't seem like they would, really, but just to be safe ...."
Draco nodded, entranced by the swirling ribbons of power.
"Do you mind bringing us back here?" Harry asked Lee without looking away from Draco.
"No, not at all," Lee answered. "It'd have to be on another day like this when the place is mostly empty. Most of the time those are Sundays."
"That would be fine," said Harry.
Draco didn't reply, reaching his right hand up and laying it on the glass, closing his eyes to see what he felt.
Harry watched and Lee looked too, having only recently been told that Draco was a sensitive.
Draco moaned, his body shivering.
Harry raised an eyebrow. That moan sounded awfully familiar. "What is it?" he asked.
Draco splayed his fingers out on the glass, not even hearing the question.
Harry waited a few moments before laying a hand on Draco's shoulder. "Draco?" he asked, wondering what he was feeling.
Draco felt the power surge between Harry and the power in the room as it raced through him like a conduit. He groaned loudly.
Harry couldn't resist a slightly amused yet confused laugh. "Draco, what's going on?" he asked, wondering if his husband would be able to hear him this time.
Draco reached his silver hand back and pulled Harry against him, trembling at the sensation. In the room, the ribbons flocked to his hand, swirling faster.
Harry watched the ribbons and remained pressed to Draco. Curious once again, he kissed Draco simply on the cheek. There seemed to be a small wave through the mass of red dimmed by the tinted windows.
Draco turned his head and pressed his lips to Harry's, trembling at the waves of power.
Harry kissed back, keeping his eyes open and watching the glass. There was a stronger wave and it kept waving as they kissed, getting stronger if the kiss did.
Draco moaned into Harry's mouth, opening to his lover.
When Harry slipped his tongue inside Draco's mouth, the wave was so strong that it pushed some of the ribbons out and then they wiggled back as quick as they could. Harry wondered what they would do if they were to have sex, and all it took was for Harry to think about sex and nearly every ribbon in the room flocked to try and press to Draco's hand.
Draco's arm around Harry tightened and his whole body shuddered with pleasure. He rubbed against his lover and thrust his tongue into Harry's mouth.
"Er, still here ...." said Lee, and Harry heard him, but he knew Draco didn't. Now Draco was getting him worked up and they were getting close to the dangerous zone of public sex again. Very gently, Harry slid his hand down Draco's arm, still kissing him. When he reached Draco's hand pressed to the glass, he slowly took it away, taking it in his own instead.
Draco was very worked up and he resisted his hand being moved, but then turned to press even more of Harry against himself.
Harry pulled away from Draco's mouth and kissed along his face to his ear. "I'm right here," he whispered, trying to calm Draco, "but I don't think this is a very proper place for having sex, do you?" He actually wanted nothing more than to strip his clothes and allow Draco to have his wicked way with him, and perhaps they could do that ... when Lee wasn't in the room.
"Yes. Here," Draco whispered.
"Draco," Harry whispered back, stroking his hair, "someone is in here. Don't you think we should do it alone?"
"Mmm," Draco responded, completely intoxicated with the strength of what he was feeling as he began to nip and suck at Harry's throat.
Harry's eyelids fluttered and he glanced over and gave Lee a pleading look.
Looking like he hoped he was making the right choice, Lee frowned slightly and nodded, exiting quietly.