Harry Potter and The Secret Keeper (BP2)
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See Me
Chapter Number/Total: 13/44
Chapter Title: See Me
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Draco was looking through his trunk again. He had a quill and parchment next to it and was making a list, muttering under his breath as he did so. He had passed his Apparition test a couple of days before, so Harry and he were going shopping together.
Harry was sitting on their bed, smiling and shaking his head at Draco. "What all are you getting, exactly?" he asked.
"Well, the only clothes I have really are school clothes. Most of my wardrobe is still at the Manor. Not that all of it would fit anyway," Draco complained. "And then someone has been a bit rough on my clothes lately."
Harry cleared his throat. "Erm, yeah ... sorry about that," he said. "I wonder when Hermione's getting here. She'll probably jump on all of us when she does. Have you seen how frantic her letters have been?"
"Frantic about what?" Draco asked distractedly, adding another item to his list.
"Just frantic in general. She's going mad not being here," said Harry simply.
Draco snorted. "If there was any room to spare here, I would lock her and the Weasel in a room until they both found a way to work that frantic out or kill each other," Draco answered, still not looking up from his task.
Harry laughed. "I would help you," he said. "I really do hope they do something with each other soon. All their bickering gets very old. I'd prefer them to be off snogging. They both need it, anyway."
"He would probably be less of a git about us if he got laid," Draco added.
"Probably," said Harry. "Notice how no one else gives us any crap. Not that he gives us much crap any more, but Merlin, you'd think he'd lighten up a bit after all this time."
"Well, I think my list is done," Draco said, falling back so that he was lying on his back on the floor. "When do we leave?" he asked, smiling up at Harry.
Harry looked down at him. "Whenever you want. Only you and I are going. Hermione'll probably be here when we get back."
Draco lay on the floor, smiling. "I am ready when you are," he said in a low seductive voice.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to tell me something?" he asked, smirking.
"Just what I said," he grinned, raising an eyebrow. "I am always ready for you.”
Harry laughed. "As much as I'd like to shag right now, we are clean and ready to go. Unless you want to, because I am willing." He smirked again.
"We should get the clothes," Draco said, still smiling from the floor. "But I like that you would stay if I asked.”
Harry dropped on to his hands and knees from the bed and smiled down at Draco before kissing him upside down. "Of course I would," he said. "Ready to go then?"
Draco kissed him back and then rolled over and got up. "I always did like to go shopping," he said. "You never know who you might meet." He winked at Harry.
Harry stood as well and laughed. "You never know," he said happily, before stepping out of the room and bounding down the stairs.
Draco sauntered after him, following the laughter of the other boy.
Harry went down to the kitchen where mostly everyone was.
Mrs Weasley looked up at him from where she was sitting at the table, her knitting needles flying in the air before her. "Are you leaving now, dears?" she asked, her face a bit anxious.
"Yeah, we're ready," said Harry.
She nodded and was silent for about a second before starting up. "Oh, I wish you'd just let someone go with you," she said. "Even just Ron."
Harry sighed. "We'll be fine, Mrs Weasley. We're not even going to be out that long, and I just wanted to spend the day with Draco. I haven't been able to do that in a while."
Mrs Weasley bit her lip and didn't look any less worried. "Oh, but what if something happens? I'd never forgive myself."
"Oh, they'll be fine, Mum," Ron cut in. "Harry's a grown man, as is Draco. Besides, what would I prevent if I went?" Ron was in a good mood today, for some reason. "I have to wait here for Hermione anyway."
Harry sighed again and looked at Draco, shaking his head.
Draco tried not to smirk, the corners of his mouth twitching in response. He took Harry's hand and led them out the door.
"Be careful!" Mrs Weasley shouted at their backs.
"Yeah!" Harry shouted back, allowing Draco to lead him.
In the June sunshine, Draco pulled Harry to him and gave him a soft, lingering kiss. "Ready?" he asked when he pulled back.
Harry smiled and nodded, wrapping his arms tightly around Draco's waist instead of grabbing his arm. "Ready," he said happily.
Draco concentrated, and then, with the usual sensations, they had Apparated to Diagon Alley. The air was warmer here in the city and people walked around the couple now embracing in front of Gringotts.
Harry slowly let go of Draco after giving him one last squeeze, not caring if anyone saw. He looked up at the tall white building in front of them. "Let's go," he said, walking up a few steps and then turning slightly to hold his hand out for Draco.
Draco nodded, taking Harry's hand. "We never talked about money," he said.
"Hmm?" Harry asked absently. "What do you mean?" He opened the door and stepped inside.
Draco grabbed his arm, pulling him gently aside. "We are going to go shopping, Potter. That costs galleons. I need to find out if I have access to my accounts after everything that has happened."
"Oh," said Harry slowly. "Well, even if you don't, I have plenty of money for you to use."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "You do?" he asked in a tone that implied it hard to believe. "You dress like a pauper most of the time."
Harry shrugged. "I've never really been shopping for clothes here, except for school. I wear Muggle clothes most of the time. I inherited money from my parents and Sirius left me everything he had when he died. I'm not rich or anything, but I have money."
"I never knew," Draco said quietly. "Well, I had a trust fund that should now be in my name, since I am an adult. That is besides the family estates, which are still in Father's control."
Harry nodded and started towards one of the goblins behind the many desks. "If you can't access it, you can use mine," he said.
Draco went to one of the other goblins and began the process of checking his accounts and making sure that his trust was accessible. As he had suspected, he was now barred from the family accounts. But the trust was not in his parents’ control. All it took to access that was for him to register his desire to have it made available now that he had reached his majority.
Harry gave his key to the goblin in front of him and another one came out to take him down to his vault, but he stood and waited for Draco.
It took a bit of time, but he was finally given a key to his own vault. He had had some doubts about the trust but was relieved to find something go right. He turned and his eyes widened to find Harry waiting for him. He held up his own key and walked forward.
Harry smiled. "Good," he said, looking at Draco's key. "Can you take us both down?" he asked the goblin who was now looking very grumpy after having had to wait. The goblin nodded and began walking in the direction of the entrance to the vaults.
Harry quite enjoyed the ride down with Draco, hugging him close and feeling like he was on a roller coaster. They stopped at Harry's vault first and he gathered up quite a bit of money, stuffing it into his bag.
It was fun having Harry holding him like that. The vaults had always unnerved Draco. He liked riding a broom, because then he had control. But being hurtled along with nothing to do but hold on made him nervous. And he was impressed by Harry's vault. He shook his head, silently scolding himself for the assumptions he had made about Harry before.
Once Harry was finished, they sped off to Draco's vault and he waited for him to get his money so that they could finally go and get what they needed.
Draco had never been to this vault. It had been set up for him at birth and never opened since. He was curious to see what, if anything, it might hold besides coins.
"What's in there?" Harry asked as the cart came to a stop. "Just money?"
Draco raised an eyebrow and held a hand out to Harry, silently inviting him to come with him to look. When the goblin opened the vault, Draco was pleasantly surprised to find that in addition to orderly stacks of gold, there were a number of other items including a set of armour, swords, a collection of antique looking silver and gold dishes and a small iron-banded trunk.
Harry looked around. "Why do you have this other stuff?" he asked, looking at the armour.
"Birth gifts from different branches of my family, meant to be given to me at my coming of age celebration," Draco said, collecting some of the coins.
"Oh," Harry said quietly. He wondered just how different things would have been if Draco wasn't with him.
Draco looked around at the other various items, some still wrapped in cloth or boxes. Normally, he would have had a large gala event hosted by his parents in honour of a wizard of his standing coming of age. He had heard nothing from either parent in several months.
Harry watched Draco in silence, waiting for him to be ready to go. He didn't know why, but it felt strange to be looking at things that Draco's family had given him, especially since Draco hadn't really mentioned much of anything about his family at all. He wasn't really sure how Draco felt about them.
Draco had been thinking of what had been and what might have been. Too maudlin, he decided, shaking himself and turning back to Harry. He could look through these things another day. "Let's go," he said quietly.
Harry nodded quickly and walked back out to the cart. He was grateful when they were standing back outside in the warm air again. "Where to?" he asked Draco.
Draco pulled out the long scroll that was his list and looked over it. "Besides dress robes and some new casual clothes -- for both of us -- what else did you need?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't know. Nothing really. We could visit Fred and George's shop after we get clothes. Do you need anything else?"
"Yes, actually," he said. "I need more parchment and quills. I wish there was a room for potion making, but since we don't have one, I would like to check one of the potion shops. And ..." he hesitated, "and there is an errand I need to do in Knockturn Alley."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What do you need to go there for?"
"I want to check a book store there," he said, looking at Harry carefully. "They might have some of the unauthorised books on bindings." He cocked his head, looking at Harry. "You do know that what you - we - did was blood magic?"
Harry nodded. "I'd forgot about that," he said, "but good idea for thinking of it." He walked down the steps of the bank and then turned back to Draco again. "So you want to get the potions stuff first, or do you want to get the parchment, or the clothes?"
"Let's get the book errand over first," he said.
Harry shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, let's. I don't want to have a good day and then have to go there," he said.
Draco nodded, turning toward the seedier part of the Wizard district. He knew Knockturn pretty well since his father had taken him there regularly. Tucked in the back was an old musty-looking bookseller. Draco walked in and waited for Harry, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dim light within.
Harry followed Draco inside the shop, very aware of all the hateful or fearful looks people were giving him. He didn't like Knockturn Alley very much. "Where should we look?" he asked in a hushed voice, looking around at all the old books.
Books were stacked crazily on every available surface, including the floor. The store was dark and cramped. Draco whispered, "Just wait here." He made his way to the counter and to the old man sitting there and talked quietly with him for a minute. The man was not as cooperative as he had been when his father had come here, and he shot several disgusted looks in Harry's direction. But finally, with a larger number of coins than should have been necessary, the old wizard Summoned a couple of dusty books from the piles and handed them with their faded covers to Draco. He took them and headed back toward Harry, gesturing that they should leave.
Harry was glad that it was over quickly. "Look promising?" he asked Draco about the books as they made their way back to Diagon Alley.
Draco nodded. "They are old and banned, so probably." He relaxed a bit. "You really don't know what the kind of magic you did is, do you?"
Harry looked at Draco with slightly widened eyes. "What exactly did I do?" he asked seriously. He hadn't thought it was all that bad.
Draco transferred the books to the satchel he had brought with him and then slung it over his shoulder. He was then able to reach for Harry's hand again with his own. "You used a type of spell which fell out of favour a long time ago. I wasn't joking about it making the other person a sexual slave. Not something most Wizarding folk approve of in this day and age."
Harry winced and took Draco's hand. "Well, I really didn't mean to," he said. "I certainly don't consider you my slave."
Draco smiled fondly at him, squeezing his hand. "The point I am making is that most people, especially those who don't know you, will consider it a form of Dark Magic. It is borderline in many ways. The only thing that keeps it from being banned is that it required my consent."
Harry nodded. "Do you think it'll be hard to try and change the sex part of it? I really wasn't kidding when I said I didn't like how dependent your life is on me being with you every day. Not that I don't want to be with you every day, but, you know, anything can happen. Also, whenever we mess up and forget, you start going cold and unconscious. It's kind of weird to fuck you like that."
Draco flushed at the stares from a few nearby people. "Well, that is why I am researching it," he said. When Harry said things like how he wanted him everyday, it made Draco want to drop to his knees right there. He tried to control his face and his movements as they made their way to the next store.
Harry decided to get some parchment and new quills himself when they went to that shop, staying close to Draco as he looked around.
Draco bought the supplies he thought he would need for the research and then some potions at the apothecary. He would have preferred to make his own but that might not be possible for a while. Finally, they stood in front of Madam Malkin's shop.
Harry smiled fondly at the front of the store and held Draco's hand tightly. This was where they had met, and where they had practically become enemies, since Harry had not liked Draco at all, but now they were entering it again as lovers. It was still sort of hard to believe, but it was very real. Draco's hand was warm in Harry's. Harry loved him more than anything.
Draco grinned at Harry and walked with him into the store. It seemed so much smaller than it had six years ago. Draco could see in his minds eye an image of a very tousled black-haired boy with big green eyes. He remembered how his heart had sped up at the sight of him back then and he hadn't even been clear why. All he had known at that moment was that it seemed so very important to impress that boy. And he had failed miserably. It had stung.
Harry couldn't resist pulling Draco to him for a quick kiss before Madame Malkin came bustling over to them. Her eyes narrowed just a bit as she saw Draco, clearly remembering the last time he had been in here. "What can I do for you, boys?" she asked.
Harry shrugged and looked to Draco.
Draco pulled his list and began describing the clothes that he wanted for himself and Harry. Madam Malkin' s eyes went wide, her face delighted. Tuxedo-style dress robes with house colour accents for them. A nice selection of trousers and shirts for everyday wear. Some good silk socks and shorts. He made Harry try on a lot of it, wanting to see what looked good on the usually scruffy boy.
Harry was staring at himself in a mirror with some of the clothes on that Draco had picked out. He didn't really know what looked good on him. He shrugged. "Well?" he asked, looking at Draco from the mirror.
Draco smirked, looking back over his shoulder where Madam Malkin had disappeared to find some of the other items on the list. He walked over to Harry and pulled him forward for a scorching kiss.
Harry was a bit startled and stiff for a moment before he relaxed and sighed into the kiss. "Guess that means I look good?" he asked, chuckling a little.
Draco licked Harry's lips, his construct hand settling around Harry's waist while his other reached up to run fingers through his hair. "Very good," he said in a husky voice. "But maybe I should help you in the fitting room with some of the next pieces."
Harry's breath sped up and he grinned wickedly. "I think I'll need lots of help," he said, biting at Draco's lips.
"Yes," Draco said, pulling the other boy back into the small changing room and pressing him against the back wall.
Harry smirked at Draco and let him do whatever he wanted, running his hands across Draco's frustratingly clothed body.
Draco released Harry's hair long enough to pull his wand and set both Locking and Silencing Charms on the little room. Then he began to undress Harry.
Harry's mouth was hanging slightly open as his breathing sped up even more. They were about to have sex in a small changing room, in the middle of a store. "Fuck," Harry whined.
"As you like." Draco smiled, sliding Harry's shirt off and beginning to unfasten his trousers.
Harry licked his lips and swallowed, already wanting to thrust just because Draco's hands were so near him. "Mmmmm," he let out slowly, resting his head back against the wall.
Draco got Harry's trousers undone and down his legs, despite the awkwardness of the construct hand. His eyes devoured the body in front of him. Yes, he saw Harry naked a lot these days, but it still made him shiver with desire. But here, in this place, it nearly made him come just thinking about it. He reached to unbutton his own trousers and then pulled a small bottle of oil out of his pocket. He had bought the oil at the apothecary when he had conceived this plan.
Harry reached forward and began pulling at Draco's shirt, wanting to feel that glorious, pale, delicious skin against his. He wondered how long it would take for Madame Malkin to come back and he moaned again. He was a kinky pervert, but he'd figured that out a while ago.
"You like this, don't you?" Draco whispered. "You like doing it here in this nearly public space where we might be caught." Draco allowed Harry to remove his shirt and then finished with his own trousers. They were both naked now and he pulled Harry against him, their skin sliding together.
Harry gasped at Draco's words and his skin against him and flushed, leaning forward to suck on Draco's neck.
"Such a naughty boy, Harry," Draco whispered, arching his neck so that Harry could reach more. His hand reached down and squeezed Harry's arse. "You always have liked breaking the rules, haven't you?" he asked, running a now oil slicked finger down Harry's crack.
Harry's heart sped up considerably and he moaned against Draco's skin, feeling himself almost go limp. When Draco was in this kind of mood it was the hottest thing Harry could imagine. He tried to push back just a bit against that finger.
Draco ran his finger around Harry's entrance, teasing him. "I am going to fuck you here in the place where I first wanted you, Harry," he continued to whisper. "Going to bend you over and sink my cock into your arse right here."
A jolt of pleasure shot through Harry and his breathing turned ragged. "Fuck, yes," he just barely managed to get out. Every part of Draco's skin beneath Harry's hands felt so good, he thought he was going to pass out, and oh, fucking Merlin, that damned finger!
"Turn around, spread your legs and put your hands on the wall," Draco instructed, pulling his hands back.
Harry gasped and immediately did as Draco said. This demanding thing was a definite turn-on. Harry's hard cock seemed to harden further as he pressed his hands against the wall. He looked over his shoulder at Draco.
Draco's grin was nearly feral, and he raised an eyebrow. "Look to your right, Harry," he said. "In the mirror. I want you to watch me fuck you in that mirror." Draco's construct hand lay on the wall, while his fingers slid back along Harry's crack to press against his entrance.
Harry looked to his right and groaned loudly at the sight of them. "Draco," he whispered, nearly inaudible. They looked so fucking good and so completely opposite that it was perfect. Draco's light hair and skin and Harry's jet black unruly locks and slightly darker skin, Draco's slight height advantage, Harry's dark green eyes and Draco's pale grey ones. They were so beautiful together, perfect for each other.
Harry watched Draco's slightly moving hand pressing against his entrance and bit his lip, once again trying to press against it.
Draco grinned at Harry in the mirror, watching himself and the other boy as he pressed a long thin finger into Harry's entrance. He slid and stretched and then crooked the finger just so, watching Harry's face as he did.
Harry's face scrunched up with pleasure and he cried out, his entire body lurching. "Please," he whispered, not at all below begging.
"Oh, yes," Draco continued in that same husky voice. "You want me inside you. You want me to fuck you here." Draco slid the finger out and moved up, holding himself and using more oil from the bottle to slick his own cock. He met Harry's eyes in the mirror as he pressed forward. "I am yours, but you are mine, too," he said. Then he thrust forward, saying, "Mine!"
Harry cried out loudly and his back arched. "Yours," he gasped, saying what he heard Draco say so often. "Only yours, forever yours," he babbled. "I want you. I want you to fuck me like this."
Draco gasped, Harry's tight heat and hot words making him have to pause lest he lose control too fast. Then he continued to slide forward until he was fully seated inside Harry. "Yes, fucking you here. Fucking you because I loved you then before I even knew who or what you were." Draco pulled out and thrust in again.
Harry let out a choked sound, still amazed that Draco had loved him so long without him having a single clue. It made his heart feel bigger than it was. His eyes slid half closed, but he couldn't look away from the mirror.
"Watch me, Harry," Draco growled. "See me, now!" He gripped the other boy's hips, thrusting his thick cock in deep and pulling nearly out again. "I am fucking you here because I can, now. I want you to really see me this time."
Harry opened his eyes all the way, knowing exactly what Draco was talking about. "I see you," he gasped. "I see you." He didn't thrust back into Draco, he held himself back from that. He wanted this to be all Draco. He wanted Draco to know that he owned him and could do whatever he wanted, unlike all those years ago.
Draco could have fallen into those green eyes. They compelled him now as much as all those years ago and he was thrusting hard, fucking the boy of his dreams. He reached his still slick hand around to grasp Harry's cock, never letting his eyes waver from Harry's.
Harry was struck with how intensely erotic it was to look directly into Draco's eyes as he fucked him against this wall. It made him feel amazing; he couldn't even describe it. He shook as Draco grasped his cock and then he had to thrust back. "Fuck, yes," he cried, eyes still focused on Draco's.
"Yes, you see me now, Golden Boy," Draco gasped. "See me as I should be. See me inside you. Can you feel that? Do you know how perfect this is?" He held Harry's cock in his hand, barely stroking it but running long thin fingers up its length and over the head.
Fucking hell. Harry was going to come so hard if Draco didn't stop saying those things to him. He moaned again and nearly collapsed against the wall completely, his arms feeling weak. "Fuck, yes, fucking me hard," Harry let out. "So bloody, fucking perfect!"
"Yes, Harry, perfect for you," Draco gasped, his chest pressed against Harry's back as he kept thrusting. "I am what you always needed. I knew it and now you know it," he gasped and thrust hard, coming with a shout, his hand tightening on Harry's cock.
Harry finally collapsed against the wall and came nearly at the exact same time as Draco. Draco's words were so true, so true. He gasped and shuddered and spilled everything he had onto the wall and Draco's hand, feeling so perfect and whole because Draco was all he needed and he had him. He hadn't known that he'd needed this boy, but fuck, he had him now and he wasn't ever letting him go.
Draco pressed Harry against the wall, holding them both up against it. He released Harry's cock and rested his hand on the boy's hip. His face was pressed to the side of Harry's head and he was still watching them in the mirror. "That night, Harry, that night was the first time I wanked off thinking about you," he whispered now, "and then I cried." Draco closed his eyes, inhaling Harry's sent. "Blood magic, dark or light," he continued. "None of that matters. This is what matters."
Harry let his eyes fall shut as well. "Nothing has ever been more true," he whispered, placing his own hand over Draco's on his hip.
They rested that way for a few minutes. Draco's breathing slowed and he listened to Harry's return to normal, his heart beating against Harry's back. Finally, opening his eyes, he slipped out and pulled back.
Harry sighed happily and turned around when Draco pulled out. He brought his arms up around his neck and kissed him. "You definitely impressed me this time," he whispered.
Draco laughed, his eyes shining. He kissed Harry and then reached for his wand again, cleaning them and the room. Draco had been so verbal, but now he felt quiet. A kind of quiet joy that came from knowing this was the right path for him.
Harry smiled and began putting his clothes back on. "We are going to look so obvious," he said with a laugh.
"We are going to buy more in one day than she usually sells in a good week," Draco smirked. "That is what will matter to her."
Harry snorted. "Yeah, true," he said. "Should we go and get fitted for our dress robes now?"
"Yes," Draco said, and released the door spells. Malkin was a bit flushed when they came out, but, as Draco predicted, she soon seemed to forget her annoyance.
The number of packages being sent back to The Burrow was unlike anything Harry had ever seen before.
Chapter Title: See Me
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Draco was looking through his trunk again. He had a quill and parchment next to it and was making a list, muttering under his breath as he did so. He had passed his Apparition test a couple of days before, so Harry and he were going shopping together.
Harry was sitting on their bed, smiling and shaking his head at Draco. "What all are you getting, exactly?" he asked.
"Well, the only clothes I have really are school clothes. Most of my wardrobe is still at the Manor. Not that all of it would fit anyway," Draco complained. "And then someone has been a bit rough on my clothes lately."
Harry cleared his throat. "Erm, yeah ... sorry about that," he said. "I wonder when Hermione's getting here. She'll probably jump on all of us when she does. Have you seen how frantic her letters have been?"
"Frantic about what?" Draco asked distractedly, adding another item to his list.
"Just frantic in general. She's going mad not being here," said Harry simply.
Draco snorted. "If there was any room to spare here, I would lock her and the Weasel in a room until they both found a way to work that frantic out or kill each other," Draco answered, still not looking up from his task.
Harry laughed. "I would help you," he said. "I really do hope they do something with each other soon. All their bickering gets very old. I'd prefer them to be off snogging. They both need it, anyway."
"He would probably be less of a git about us if he got laid," Draco added.
"Probably," said Harry. "Notice how no one else gives us any crap. Not that he gives us much crap any more, but Merlin, you'd think he'd lighten up a bit after all this time."
"Well, I think my list is done," Draco said, falling back so that he was lying on his back on the floor. "When do we leave?" he asked, smiling up at Harry.
Harry looked down at him. "Whenever you want. Only you and I are going. Hermione'll probably be here when we get back."
Draco lay on the floor, smiling. "I am ready when you are," he said in a low seductive voice.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to tell me something?" he asked, smirking.
"Just what I said," he grinned, raising an eyebrow. "I am always ready for you.”
Harry laughed. "As much as I'd like to shag right now, we are clean and ready to go. Unless you want to, because I am willing." He smirked again.
"We should get the clothes," Draco said, still smiling from the floor. "But I like that you would stay if I asked.”
Harry dropped on to his hands and knees from the bed and smiled down at Draco before kissing him upside down. "Of course I would," he said. "Ready to go then?"
Draco kissed him back and then rolled over and got up. "I always did like to go shopping," he said. "You never know who you might meet." He winked at Harry.
Harry stood as well and laughed. "You never know," he said happily, before stepping out of the room and bounding down the stairs.
Draco sauntered after him, following the laughter of the other boy.
Harry went down to the kitchen where mostly everyone was.
Mrs Weasley looked up at him from where she was sitting at the table, her knitting needles flying in the air before her. "Are you leaving now, dears?" she asked, her face a bit anxious.
"Yeah, we're ready," said Harry.
She nodded and was silent for about a second before starting up. "Oh, I wish you'd just let someone go with you," she said. "Even just Ron."
Harry sighed. "We'll be fine, Mrs Weasley. We're not even going to be out that long, and I just wanted to spend the day with Draco. I haven't been able to do that in a while."
Mrs Weasley bit her lip and didn't look any less worried. "Oh, but what if something happens? I'd never forgive myself."
"Oh, they'll be fine, Mum," Ron cut in. "Harry's a grown man, as is Draco. Besides, what would I prevent if I went?" Ron was in a good mood today, for some reason. "I have to wait here for Hermione anyway."
Harry sighed again and looked at Draco, shaking his head.
Draco tried not to smirk, the corners of his mouth twitching in response. He took Harry's hand and led them out the door.
"Be careful!" Mrs Weasley shouted at their backs.
"Yeah!" Harry shouted back, allowing Draco to lead him.
In the June sunshine, Draco pulled Harry to him and gave him a soft, lingering kiss. "Ready?" he asked when he pulled back.
Harry smiled and nodded, wrapping his arms tightly around Draco's waist instead of grabbing his arm. "Ready," he said happily.
Draco concentrated, and then, with the usual sensations, they had Apparated to Diagon Alley. The air was warmer here in the city and people walked around the couple now embracing in front of Gringotts.
Harry slowly let go of Draco after giving him one last squeeze, not caring if anyone saw. He looked up at the tall white building in front of them. "Let's go," he said, walking up a few steps and then turning slightly to hold his hand out for Draco.
Draco nodded, taking Harry's hand. "We never talked about money," he said.
"Hmm?" Harry asked absently. "What do you mean?" He opened the door and stepped inside.
Draco grabbed his arm, pulling him gently aside. "We are going to go shopping, Potter. That costs galleons. I need to find out if I have access to my accounts after everything that has happened."
"Oh," said Harry slowly. "Well, even if you don't, I have plenty of money for you to use."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "You do?" he asked in a tone that implied it hard to believe. "You dress like a pauper most of the time."
Harry shrugged. "I've never really been shopping for clothes here, except for school. I wear Muggle clothes most of the time. I inherited money from my parents and Sirius left me everything he had when he died. I'm not rich or anything, but I have money."
"I never knew," Draco said quietly. "Well, I had a trust fund that should now be in my name, since I am an adult. That is besides the family estates, which are still in Father's control."
Harry nodded and started towards one of the goblins behind the many desks. "If you can't access it, you can use mine," he said.
Draco went to one of the other goblins and began the process of checking his accounts and making sure that his trust was accessible. As he had suspected, he was now barred from the family accounts. But the trust was not in his parents’ control. All it took to access that was for him to register his desire to have it made available now that he had reached his majority.
Harry gave his key to the goblin in front of him and another one came out to take him down to his vault, but he stood and waited for Draco.
It took a bit of time, but he was finally given a key to his own vault. He had had some doubts about the trust but was relieved to find something go right. He turned and his eyes widened to find Harry waiting for him. He held up his own key and walked forward.
Harry smiled. "Good," he said, looking at Draco's key. "Can you take us both down?" he asked the goblin who was now looking very grumpy after having had to wait. The goblin nodded and began walking in the direction of the entrance to the vaults.
Harry quite enjoyed the ride down with Draco, hugging him close and feeling like he was on a roller coaster. They stopped at Harry's vault first and he gathered up quite a bit of money, stuffing it into his bag.
It was fun having Harry holding him like that. The vaults had always unnerved Draco. He liked riding a broom, because then he had control. But being hurtled along with nothing to do but hold on made him nervous. And he was impressed by Harry's vault. He shook his head, silently scolding himself for the assumptions he had made about Harry before.
Once Harry was finished, they sped off to Draco's vault and he waited for him to get his money so that they could finally go and get what they needed.
Draco had never been to this vault. It had been set up for him at birth and never opened since. He was curious to see what, if anything, it might hold besides coins.
"What's in there?" Harry asked as the cart came to a stop. "Just money?"
Draco raised an eyebrow and held a hand out to Harry, silently inviting him to come with him to look. When the goblin opened the vault, Draco was pleasantly surprised to find that in addition to orderly stacks of gold, there were a number of other items including a set of armour, swords, a collection of antique looking silver and gold dishes and a small iron-banded trunk.
Harry looked around. "Why do you have this other stuff?" he asked, looking at the armour.
"Birth gifts from different branches of my family, meant to be given to me at my coming of age celebration," Draco said, collecting some of the coins.
"Oh," Harry said quietly. He wondered just how different things would have been if Draco wasn't with him.
Draco looked around at the other various items, some still wrapped in cloth or boxes. Normally, he would have had a large gala event hosted by his parents in honour of a wizard of his standing coming of age. He had heard nothing from either parent in several months.
Harry watched Draco in silence, waiting for him to be ready to go. He didn't know why, but it felt strange to be looking at things that Draco's family had given him, especially since Draco hadn't really mentioned much of anything about his family at all. He wasn't really sure how Draco felt about them.
Draco had been thinking of what had been and what might have been. Too maudlin, he decided, shaking himself and turning back to Harry. He could look through these things another day. "Let's go," he said quietly.
Harry nodded quickly and walked back out to the cart. He was grateful when they were standing back outside in the warm air again. "Where to?" he asked Draco.
Draco pulled out the long scroll that was his list and looked over it. "Besides dress robes and some new casual clothes -- for both of us -- what else did you need?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't know. Nothing really. We could visit Fred and George's shop after we get clothes. Do you need anything else?"
"Yes, actually," he said. "I need more parchment and quills. I wish there was a room for potion making, but since we don't have one, I would like to check one of the potion shops. And ..." he hesitated, "and there is an errand I need to do in Knockturn Alley."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What do you need to go there for?"
"I want to check a book store there," he said, looking at Harry carefully. "They might have some of the unauthorised books on bindings." He cocked his head, looking at Harry. "You do know that what you - we - did was blood magic?"
Harry nodded. "I'd forgot about that," he said, "but good idea for thinking of it." He walked down the steps of the bank and then turned back to Draco again. "So you want to get the potions stuff first, or do you want to get the parchment, or the clothes?"
"Let's get the book errand over first," he said.
Harry shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, let's. I don't want to have a good day and then have to go there," he said.
Draco nodded, turning toward the seedier part of the Wizard district. He knew Knockturn pretty well since his father had taken him there regularly. Tucked in the back was an old musty-looking bookseller. Draco walked in and waited for Harry, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dim light within.
Harry followed Draco inside the shop, very aware of all the hateful or fearful looks people were giving him. He didn't like Knockturn Alley very much. "Where should we look?" he asked in a hushed voice, looking around at all the old books.
Books were stacked crazily on every available surface, including the floor. The store was dark and cramped. Draco whispered, "Just wait here." He made his way to the counter and to the old man sitting there and talked quietly with him for a minute. The man was not as cooperative as he had been when his father had come here, and he shot several disgusted looks in Harry's direction. But finally, with a larger number of coins than should have been necessary, the old wizard Summoned a couple of dusty books from the piles and handed them with their faded covers to Draco. He took them and headed back toward Harry, gesturing that they should leave.
Harry was glad that it was over quickly. "Look promising?" he asked Draco about the books as they made their way back to Diagon Alley.
Draco nodded. "They are old and banned, so probably." He relaxed a bit. "You really don't know what the kind of magic you did is, do you?"
Harry looked at Draco with slightly widened eyes. "What exactly did I do?" he asked seriously. He hadn't thought it was all that bad.
Draco transferred the books to the satchel he had brought with him and then slung it over his shoulder. He was then able to reach for Harry's hand again with his own. "You used a type of spell which fell out of favour a long time ago. I wasn't joking about it making the other person a sexual slave. Not something most Wizarding folk approve of in this day and age."
Harry winced and took Draco's hand. "Well, I really didn't mean to," he said. "I certainly don't consider you my slave."
Draco smiled fondly at him, squeezing his hand. "The point I am making is that most people, especially those who don't know you, will consider it a form of Dark Magic. It is borderline in many ways. The only thing that keeps it from being banned is that it required my consent."
Harry nodded. "Do you think it'll be hard to try and change the sex part of it? I really wasn't kidding when I said I didn't like how dependent your life is on me being with you every day. Not that I don't want to be with you every day, but, you know, anything can happen. Also, whenever we mess up and forget, you start going cold and unconscious. It's kind of weird to fuck you like that."
Draco flushed at the stares from a few nearby people. "Well, that is why I am researching it," he said. When Harry said things like how he wanted him everyday, it made Draco want to drop to his knees right there. He tried to control his face and his movements as they made their way to the next store.
Harry decided to get some parchment and new quills himself when they went to that shop, staying close to Draco as he looked around.
Draco bought the supplies he thought he would need for the research and then some potions at the apothecary. He would have preferred to make his own but that might not be possible for a while. Finally, they stood in front of Madam Malkin's shop.
Harry smiled fondly at the front of the store and held Draco's hand tightly. This was where they had met, and where they had practically become enemies, since Harry had not liked Draco at all, but now they were entering it again as lovers. It was still sort of hard to believe, but it was very real. Draco's hand was warm in Harry's. Harry loved him more than anything.
Draco grinned at Harry and walked with him into the store. It seemed so much smaller than it had six years ago. Draco could see in his minds eye an image of a very tousled black-haired boy with big green eyes. He remembered how his heart had sped up at the sight of him back then and he hadn't even been clear why. All he had known at that moment was that it seemed so very important to impress that boy. And he had failed miserably. It had stung.
Harry couldn't resist pulling Draco to him for a quick kiss before Madame Malkin came bustling over to them. Her eyes narrowed just a bit as she saw Draco, clearly remembering the last time he had been in here. "What can I do for you, boys?" she asked.
Harry shrugged and looked to Draco.
Draco pulled his list and began describing the clothes that he wanted for himself and Harry. Madam Malkin' s eyes went wide, her face delighted. Tuxedo-style dress robes with house colour accents for them. A nice selection of trousers and shirts for everyday wear. Some good silk socks and shorts. He made Harry try on a lot of it, wanting to see what looked good on the usually scruffy boy.
Harry was staring at himself in a mirror with some of the clothes on that Draco had picked out. He didn't really know what looked good on him. He shrugged. "Well?" he asked, looking at Draco from the mirror.
Draco smirked, looking back over his shoulder where Madam Malkin had disappeared to find some of the other items on the list. He walked over to Harry and pulled him forward for a scorching kiss.
Harry was a bit startled and stiff for a moment before he relaxed and sighed into the kiss. "Guess that means I look good?" he asked, chuckling a little.
Draco licked Harry's lips, his construct hand settling around Harry's waist while his other reached up to run fingers through his hair. "Very good," he said in a husky voice. "But maybe I should help you in the fitting room with some of the next pieces."
Harry's breath sped up and he grinned wickedly. "I think I'll need lots of help," he said, biting at Draco's lips.
"Yes," Draco said, pulling the other boy back into the small changing room and pressing him against the back wall.
Harry smirked at Draco and let him do whatever he wanted, running his hands across Draco's frustratingly clothed body.
Draco released Harry's hair long enough to pull his wand and set both Locking and Silencing Charms on the little room. Then he began to undress Harry.
Harry's mouth was hanging slightly open as his breathing sped up even more. They were about to have sex in a small changing room, in the middle of a store. "Fuck," Harry whined.
"As you like." Draco smiled, sliding Harry's shirt off and beginning to unfasten his trousers.
Harry licked his lips and swallowed, already wanting to thrust just because Draco's hands were so near him. "Mmmmm," he let out slowly, resting his head back against the wall.
Draco got Harry's trousers undone and down his legs, despite the awkwardness of the construct hand. His eyes devoured the body in front of him. Yes, he saw Harry naked a lot these days, but it still made him shiver with desire. But here, in this place, it nearly made him come just thinking about it. He reached to unbutton his own trousers and then pulled a small bottle of oil out of his pocket. He had bought the oil at the apothecary when he had conceived this plan.
Harry reached forward and began pulling at Draco's shirt, wanting to feel that glorious, pale, delicious skin against his. He wondered how long it would take for Madame Malkin to come back and he moaned again. He was a kinky pervert, but he'd figured that out a while ago.
"You like this, don't you?" Draco whispered. "You like doing it here in this nearly public space where we might be caught." Draco allowed Harry to remove his shirt and then finished with his own trousers. They were both naked now and he pulled Harry against him, their skin sliding together.
Harry gasped at Draco's words and his skin against him and flushed, leaning forward to suck on Draco's neck.
"Such a naughty boy, Harry," Draco whispered, arching his neck so that Harry could reach more. His hand reached down and squeezed Harry's arse. "You always have liked breaking the rules, haven't you?" he asked, running a now oil slicked finger down Harry's crack.
Harry's heart sped up considerably and he moaned against Draco's skin, feeling himself almost go limp. When Draco was in this kind of mood it was the hottest thing Harry could imagine. He tried to push back just a bit against that finger.
Draco ran his finger around Harry's entrance, teasing him. "I am going to fuck you here in the place where I first wanted you, Harry," he continued to whisper. "Going to bend you over and sink my cock into your arse right here."
A jolt of pleasure shot through Harry and his breathing turned ragged. "Fuck, yes," he just barely managed to get out. Every part of Draco's skin beneath Harry's hands felt so good, he thought he was going to pass out, and oh, fucking Merlin, that damned finger!
"Turn around, spread your legs and put your hands on the wall," Draco instructed, pulling his hands back.
Harry gasped and immediately did as Draco said. This demanding thing was a definite turn-on. Harry's hard cock seemed to harden further as he pressed his hands against the wall. He looked over his shoulder at Draco.
Draco's grin was nearly feral, and he raised an eyebrow. "Look to your right, Harry," he said. "In the mirror. I want you to watch me fuck you in that mirror." Draco's construct hand lay on the wall, while his fingers slid back along Harry's crack to press against his entrance.
Harry looked to his right and groaned loudly at the sight of them. "Draco," he whispered, nearly inaudible. They looked so fucking good and so completely opposite that it was perfect. Draco's light hair and skin and Harry's jet black unruly locks and slightly darker skin, Draco's slight height advantage, Harry's dark green eyes and Draco's pale grey ones. They were so beautiful together, perfect for each other.
Harry watched Draco's slightly moving hand pressing against his entrance and bit his lip, once again trying to press against it.
Draco grinned at Harry in the mirror, watching himself and the other boy as he pressed a long thin finger into Harry's entrance. He slid and stretched and then crooked the finger just so, watching Harry's face as he did.
Harry's face scrunched up with pleasure and he cried out, his entire body lurching. "Please," he whispered, not at all below begging.
"Oh, yes," Draco continued in that same husky voice. "You want me inside you. You want me to fuck you here." Draco slid the finger out and moved up, holding himself and using more oil from the bottle to slick his own cock. He met Harry's eyes in the mirror as he pressed forward. "I am yours, but you are mine, too," he said. Then he thrust forward, saying, "Mine!"
Harry cried out loudly and his back arched. "Yours," he gasped, saying what he heard Draco say so often. "Only yours, forever yours," he babbled. "I want you. I want you to fuck me like this."
Draco gasped, Harry's tight heat and hot words making him have to pause lest he lose control too fast. Then he continued to slide forward until he was fully seated inside Harry. "Yes, fucking you here. Fucking you because I loved you then before I even knew who or what you were." Draco pulled out and thrust in again.
Harry let out a choked sound, still amazed that Draco had loved him so long without him having a single clue. It made his heart feel bigger than it was. His eyes slid half closed, but he couldn't look away from the mirror.
"Watch me, Harry," Draco growled. "See me, now!" He gripped the other boy's hips, thrusting his thick cock in deep and pulling nearly out again. "I am fucking you here because I can, now. I want you to really see me this time."
Harry opened his eyes all the way, knowing exactly what Draco was talking about. "I see you," he gasped. "I see you." He didn't thrust back into Draco, he held himself back from that. He wanted this to be all Draco. He wanted Draco to know that he owned him and could do whatever he wanted, unlike all those years ago.
Draco could have fallen into those green eyes. They compelled him now as much as all those years ago and he was thrusting hard, fucking the boy of his dreams. He reached his still slick hand around to grasp Harry's cock, never letting his eyes waver from Harry's.
Harry was struck with how intensely erotic it was to look directly into Draco's eyes as he fucked him against this wall. It made him feel amazing; he couldn't even describe it. He shook as Draco grasped his cock and then he had to thrust back. "Fuck, yes," he cried, eyes still focused on Draco's.
"Yes, you see me now, Golden Boy," Draco gasped. "See me as I should be. See me inside you. Can you feel that? Do you know how perfect this is?" He held Harry's cock in his hand, barely stroking it but running long thin fingers up its length and over the head.
Fucking hell. Harry was going to come so hard if Draco didn't stop saying those things to him. He moaned again and nearly collapsed against the wall completely, his arms feeling weak. "Fuck, yes, fucking me hard," Harry let out. "So bloody, fucking perfect!"
"Yes, Harry, perfect for you," Draco gasped, his chest pressed against Harry's back as he kept thrusting. "I am what you always needed. I knew it and now you know it," he gasped and thrust hard, coming with a shout, his hand tightening on Harry's cock.
Harry finally collapsed against the wall and came nearly at the exact same time as Draco. Draco's words were so true, so true. He gasped and shuddered and spilled everything he had onto the wall and Draco's hand, feeling so perfect and whole because Draco was all he needed and he had him. He hadn't known that he'd needed this boy, but fuck, he had him now and he wasn't ever letting him go.
Draco pressed Harry against the wall, holding them both up against it. He released Harry's cock and rested his hand on the boy's hip. His face was pressed to the side of Harry's head and he was still watching them in the mirror. "That night, Harry, that night was the first time I wanked off thinking about you," he whispered now, "and then I cried." Draco closed his eyes, inhaling Harry's sent. "Blood magic, dark or light," he continued. "None of that matters. This is what matters."
Harry let his eyes fall shut as well. "Nothing has ever been more true," he whispered, placing his own hand over Draco's on his hip.
They rested that way for a few minutes. Draco's breathing slowed and he listened to Harry's return to normal, his heart beating against Harry's back. Finally, opening his eyes, he slipped out and pulled back.
Harry sighed happily and turned around when Draco pulled out. He brought his arms up around his neck and kissed him. "You definitely impressed me this time," he whispered.
Draco laughed, his eyes shining. He kissed Harry and then reached for his wand again, cleaning them and the room. Draco had been so verbal, but now he felt quiet. A kind of quiet joy that came from knowing this was the right path for him.
Harry smiled and began putting his clothes back on. "We are going to look so obvious," he said with a laugh.
"We are going to buy more in one day than she usually sells in a good week," Draco smirked. "That is what will matter to her."
Harry snorted. "Yeah, true," he said. "Should we go and get fitted for our dress robes now?"
"Yes," Draco said, and released the door spells. Malkin was a bit flushed when they came out, but, as Draco predicted, she soon seemed to forget her annoyance.
The number of packages being sent back to The Burrow was unlike anything Harry had ever seen before.