The Lion and the Serpent
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
47
Views:
39,280
Reviews:
227
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
2
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Marks
*** warning: BDSM, non-con, under 18, hint/mention of incest***
The next morning, Draco was awakened by Hermione knocking on his door. He knew it was her: the knocking sounded hesitant, almost apologetic.
“It\'s open,” he said. “Always open.”
“I just wanted to see if you are awake... We need to talk. I just came back from the library...”
“Library?” Draco\'s eyes were wide open. “What time is it?”
“It\'s ten in the morning. I was there at 6, and I just needed a few hours, anyways. I have some information that will concern you, so I thought you should be there when we discuss it.”
“Coming.”
Draco was stunned at how relieved he felt at Hermione\'s presence here. The thought of being alone with Harry still terrified him. Not wasting any time, Draco got dressed, and walked out into the living room.. The dining table had piles of books sitting on them. Hermione must have used levitation spells to bring them all in, Draco smirked. How she managed to read them all (or even skim them all), was a mystery to him. Harry and Hermione were sitting at the table, waiting.
“This is what I think it is” - Hermione held an open book to Harry. She turned to Draco with a contrite smile. “Can – can we see your mark again... all of it?”
Draco returned her smile shyly. He almost made a smart remark, something along the lines of, Only because you asked so nicely, Granger, but a single disapproving glance from Harry stopped him. Blushing a little, Draco lifted his shirt, and pulled down his jeans, revealing the image of the serpent. Hermione stared at the serpent\'s tail, and Harry\'s gaze followed her.
“See, the way the tail coils around the... ah, here,” Hermione murmured. “Look at the picture I showed you. And let Draco see it too.”
Draco peered into the book curiously. The image of the snake in the book was not exactly the same: the colors were different, and the body of the snake on the picture was thicker, and straighter. But the similarity was striking: the tail was wrapped around the base of the person\'s phallus, and the head of the snake rested against the person\'s heart.
“Draco, you can cover yourself up now. Anyways, it\'s the Mark of the Promise,” Hermione sighed with regret. “I am sure of it. Harry, if you ask Draco how it was given to him, I think all doubt will be removed.”
Harry\'s wand pointed at Draco\'s head instantly. “Show us,” Harry ordered, and Draco\'s memory opened, laying itself bare before Harry and Hermione.
In his memory, Draco was twelve years old.
Draco stood disrobed before his father, shivering slightly. Lucius circled around him, looking at him from different angles, sizing him up. Draco shifted uncomfortably under his father\'s scrutiny.
“I am very proud of you, Draco,” Lucius murmured finally. “Today, we are going to make a promise to the Dark Lord together. You know this, don\'t you?”
Draco nodded silently. The tip of his father\'s wand traveled along Draco\'s body, leaving a faint red scratch on his skin. Draco bit his lip and clenched his fists, summoning all his willpower to remain motionless. The wand slid down, to his groin area, and touched his private place.
“Father – no!” Draco said faintly.
Lucius didn\'t appear to be upset, or troubled. Calmly, he pointed the wand at his son, and uttered a single word:
“Crucio.”
Blinding agony shot through Draco\'s body, setting every nerve on fire. He screamed, he must have screamed, because nobody could feel so much pain and remain silent. He fell at his father\'s feet, convulsing violently. He would have begged, but his lips couldn\'t form the words. And then, the curse was lifted.
His father extended his hand to him, and Draco grasped it desperately. Firmly, his father lifted him to his feet.
“Draco,” Lucius said tenderly, taking the boy\'s face in his hands. “You will never say NO to me. Do you understand?”
Draco nodded, his body still shuddering from the pain he\'d just endured. “Yes, Father. Never.”
The father\'s wand returned to trace Draco\'s body, and this time, Draco did not resist. He stood quietly, while the wand moved down his chest, down his abdomen, to his groin. Not saying a word, Draco waited.
And then, a bright glow emerged from the wand, and attached itself to Draco\'s skin, singing it, burning an image into it. Draco looked down, and saw the image of the serpent beginning to emerge. The pain throbbed through him, bright, piercing, violent. Draco felt a single tear roll down his cheek.
Lucius noticed it. When he opened his mouth to speak to his son, his voice was an intimate whisper:
“Draco. Crying is a way of saying \'no\'.”
Summoning the remnant of his strength, Draco fought back his tears.
When Draco\'s eyes focused again, he saw that Hermione\'s face was pale.
“Draco.. I am so sorry,” she said. “I had no idea... none of us did. You never even had a choice. Oh God – no wonder you were so angry all the time... !”
“I hate to interrupt,” Harry interjected, “But we need to move on. So, Hermione - the Mark of the Promise is something of a sexual nature?”
“Yes,” Hermione confirmed. “Draco was promised to Voldemort in that way.”
“By his own father,” Harry muttered spitefully. “The proud Malfoy legacy. Ten generations of inbreeding must have damaged their brains beyond hope.”
Draco hung his head, blushing furiously.
“Enough,” Hermione said firmly, cutting Harry off.. “As you said, time to move on. Draco\'s mark is dormant at this time. It will awaken when Voldemort is ready to return. When Voldemort claims Draco, and consummates their union, Draco will fall under his control. Not even the bond will be able to override that.”
Harry nodded thoughtfully. “Options?”
“Not many,” Hermione said reluctantly. “One obvious, and infinitely objectionable option, would be to kill him.”
“Pass,” Harry said firmly. “I need him alive. I want that Mark of his active when Voldemort starts speaking. I want it to lead me to him.”
Hermione nodded. “Of course. Second option... well, we could wait. We don\'t need to do anything right now. We are still not sure if Voldemort is even gong to come back. Maybe he can\'t. Maybe this... cloud, or whatever is hanging over us will just somehow dissipate and vanish one day.”
“Unlikely. Pass,” Harry said. “While the option of choosing to do nothing is very appealing, ultimately it means that the choice will be made for us. What else have you got?”
“Someone else could claim him,” Hermione said reluctantly, and turned to the book, paging. “Here: A claiming is an act of violent taking of the promised one by the one who can. This consummates the Promise, making the Mark a property of the one who subdues its bearer. ”
Harry looked at Hermione incredulously. “Rape, Hermione? That\'s a good one.”
Hermione slammed the book shut.
“Harry, I am still saying we should wait. Give his bond to me – let me take him to my home. This way, if Voldemort returns unexpectedly, you won\'t be as vulnerable...”
Barely daring to breathe, Draco glanced at Hermione hopefully. But Harry\'s words shattered his hope:
“There\'s nothing to wait for. When Voldemort returns, as we both know he will, Draco\'s mark will belong either to Voldemort, or someone else. If you want to own him... maybe you should be the one to, ahem, claim him.”
Hermione shook her head. “I\'m afraid it can\'t be me,” she said. “I don\'t have your... qualifications. It would have to be... someone like you.”
“Someone like me?” Harry\'s eyes narrowed dangerously, as he stared at Hermione. “And what exactly do you mean by that?”
She met his gaze without looking away.
“You know what I mean, Harry,” she said tiredly. “Draco is not the only one with the Dark Mark here, is he?”
Harry chuckled softly, and Draco breathed a sigh of relief. Hermione had made a mistake, he thought desperately, and Harry was amused. Of course, that was it.
But then Harry pulled his hooded shirt off, baring his upper body. Both Draco and Hermione stared at him in stunned silence. On the upper part of his right arm, an image of the lion was displayed, with golden mane, breathing out a deep scarlet flame. But the crimson and the gold were not the only colors of the mark. Throughout the image of the mark, little beads of black color were embedded, pulsating chaotically, as if they had a mind of their own.
“Oh, Harry,” Hermione spoke, her voice filled with both terror and compassion. “What have you done to yourself?”
----------------------------------------to be continued
Author\'s Note: To respond to a question that was asked in one of the comments, Hermione and Harry are platonic, with just a bit of tension... Hermione is looking for comfort, connection; so she\'d probably go for more, but Harry is true to himself & keeping her at arm\'s length.
The next morning, Draco was awakened by Hermione knocking on his door. He knew it was her: the knocking sounded hesitant, almost apologetic.
“It\'s open,” he said. “Always open.”
“I just wanted to see if you are awake... We need to talk. I just came back from the library...”
“Library?” Draco\'s eyes were wide open. “What time is it?”
“It\'s ten in the morning. I was there at 6, and I just needed a few hours, anyways. I have some information that will concern you, so I thought you should be there when we discuss it.”
“Coming.”
Draco was stunned at how relieved he felt at Hermione\'s presence here. The thought of being alone with Harry still terrified him. Not wasting any time, Draco got dressed, and walked out into the living room.. The dining table had piles of books sitting on them. Hermione must have used levitation spells to bring them all in, Draco smirked. How she managed to read them all (or even skim them all), was a mystery to him. Harry and Hermione were sitting at the table, waiting.
“This is what I think it is” - Hermione held an open book to Harry. She turned to Draco with a contrite smile. “Can – can we see your mark again... all of it?”
Draco returned her smile shyly. He almost made a smart remark, something along the lines of, Only because you asked so nicely, Granger, but a single disapproving glance from Harry stopped him. Blushing a little, Draco lifted his shirt, and pulled down his jeans, revealing the image of the serpent. Hermione stared at the serpent\'s tail, and Harry\'s gaze followed her.
“See, the way the tail coils around the... ah, here,” Hermione murmured. “Look at the picture I showed you. And let Draco see it too.”
Draco peered into the book curiously. The image of the snake in the book was not exactly the same: the colors were different, and the body of the snake on the picture was thicker, and straighter. But the similarity was striking: the tail was wrapped around the base of the person\'s phallus, and the head of the snake rested against the person\'s heart.
“Draco, you can cover yourself up now. Anyways, it\'s the Mark of the Promise,” Hermione sighed with regret. “I am sure of it. Harry, if you ask Draco how it was given to him, I think all doubt will be removed.”
Harry\'s wand pointed at Draco\'s head instantly. “Show us,” Harry ordered, and Draco\'s memory opened, laying itself bare before Harry and Hermione.
In his memory, Draco was twelve years old.
Draco stood disrobed before his father, shivering slightly. Lucius circled around him, looking at him from different angles, sizing him up. Draco shifted uncomfortably under his father\'s scrutiny.
“I am very proud of you, Draco,” Lucius murmured finally. “Today, we are going to make a promise to the Dark Lord together. You know this, don\'t you?”
Draco nodded silently. The tip of his father\'s wand traveled along Draco\'s body, leaving a faint red scratch on his skin. Draco bit his lip and clenched his fists, summoning all his willpower to remain motionless. The wand slid down, to his groin area, and touched his private place.
“Father – no!” Draco said faintly.
Lucius didn\'t appear to be upset, or troubled. Calmly, he pointed the wand at his son, and uttered a single word:
“Crucio.”
Blinding agony shot through Draco\'s body, setting every nerve on fire. He screamed, he must have screamed, because nobody could feel so much pain and remain silent. He fell at his father\'s feet, convulsing violently. He would have begged, but his lips couldn\'t form the words. And then, the curse was lifted.
His father extended his hand to him, and Draco grasped it desperately. Firmly, his father lifted him to his feet.
“Draco,” Lucius said tenderly, taking the boy\'s face in his hands. “You will never say NO to me. Do you understand?”
Draco nodded, his body still shuddering from the pain he\'d just endured. “Yes, Father. Never.”
The father\'s wand returned to trace Draco\'s body, and this time, Draco did not resist. He stood quietly, while the wand moved down his chest, down his abdomen, to his groin. Not saying a word, Draco waited.
And then, a bright glow emerged from the wand, and attached itself to Draco\'s skin, singing it, burning an image into it. Draco looked down, and saw the image of the serpent beginning to emerge. The pain throbbed through him, bright, piercing, violent. Draco felt a single tear roll down his cheek.
Lucius noticed it. When he opened his mouth to speak to his son, his voice was an intimate whisper:
“Draco. Crying is a way of saying \'no\'.”
Summoning the remnant of his strength, Draco fought back his tears.
When Draco\'s eyes focused again, he saw that Hermione\'s face was pale.
“Draco.. I am so sorry,” she said. “I had no idea... none of us did. You never even had a choice. Oh God – no wonder you were so angry all the time... !”
“I hate to interrupt,” Harry interjected, “But we need to move on. So, Hermione - the Mark of the Promise is something of a sexual nature?”
“Yes,” Hermione confirmed. “Draco was promised to Voldemort in that way.”
“By his own father,” Harry muttered spitefully. “The proud Malfoy legacy. Ten generations of inbreeding must have damaged their brains beyond hope.”
Draco hung his head, blushing furiously.
“Enough,” Hermione said firmly, cutting Harry off.. “As you said, time to move on. Draco\'s mark is dormant at this time. It will awaken when Voldemort is ready to return. When Voldemort claims Draco, and consummates their union, Draco will fall under his control. Not even the bond will be able to override that.”
Harry nodded thoughtfully. “Options?”
“Not many,” Hermione said reluctantly. “One obvious, and infinitely objectionable option, would be to kill him.”
“Pass,” Harry said firmly. “I need him alive. I want that Mark of his active when Voldemort starts speaking. I want it to lead me to him.”
Hermione nodded. “Of course. Second option... well, we could wait. We don\'t need to do anything right now. We are still not sure if Voldemort is even gong to come back. Maybe he can\'t. Maybe this... cloud, or whatever is hanging over us will just somehow dissipate and vanish one day.”
“Unlikely. Pass,” Harry said. “While the option of choosing to do nothing is very appealing, ultimately it means that the choice will be made for us. What else have you got?”
“Someone else could claim him,” Hermione said reluctantly, and turned to the book, paging. “Here: A claiming is an act of violent taking of the promised one by the one who can. This consummates the Promise, making the Mark a property of the one who subdues its bearer. ”
Harry looked at Hermione incredulously. “Rape, Hermione? That\'s a good one.”
Hermione slammed the book shut.
“Harry, I am still saying we should wait. Give his bond to me – let me take him to my home. This way, if Voldemort returns unexpectedly, you won\'t be as vulnerable...”
Barely daring to breathe, Draco glanced at Hermione hopefully. But Harry\'s words shattered his hope:
“There\'s nothing to wait for. When Voldemort returns, as we both know he will, Draco\'s mark will belong either to Voldemort, or someone else. If you want to own him... maybe you should be the one to, ahem, claim him.”
Hermione shook her head. “I\'m afraid it can\'t be me,” she said. “I don\'t have your... qualifications. It would have to be... someone like you.”
“Someone like me?” Harry\'s eyes narrowed dangerously, as he stared at Hermione. “And what exactly do you mean by that?”
She met his gaze without looking away.
“You know what I mean, Harry,” she said tiredly. “Draco is not the only one with the Dark Mark here, is he?”
Harry chuckled softly, and Draco breathed a sigh of relief. Hermione had made a mistake, he thought desperately, and Harry was amused. Of course, that was it.
But then Harry pulled his hooded shirt off, baring his upper body. Both Draco and Hermione stared at him in stunned silence. On the upper part of his right arm, an image of the lion was displayed, with golden mane, breathing out a deep scarlet flame. But the crimson and the gold were not the only colors of the mark. Throughout the image of the mark, little beads of black color were embedded, pulsating chaotically, as if they had a mind of their own.
“Oh, Harry,” Hermione spoke, her voice filled with both terror and compassion. “What have you done to yourself?”
----------------------------------------to be continued
Author\'s Note: To respond to a question that was asked in one of the comments, Hermione and Harry are platonic, with just a bit of tension... Hermione is looking for comfort, connection; so she\'d probably go for more, but Harry is true to himself & keeping her at arm\'s length.