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Revealed
Chapter Number/Total: 13/32
Chapter Title: Revealed
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Draco woke with a start, Summoning his wand from its hidden place before he was even aware he had done it. He looked quickly around the dim room. He was in their flat, Harry was beside him and... Mark was staring at him from the armchair. The blond scowled.
"You really do know how," Mark whispered, eyeing the strange stick before looking at Draco's face. "You looked better without the scowl though."
"Bloody hell," Draco cursed softly, lowering the wand. He looked quickly at Harry, reaching out to touch him as if to assure himself the man was okay. Draco remembered only fragments of the assault, and it was muddled with other memories. "What happened?" he asked.
"You were attacked," Mark replied. "Har...Harry fell over and I thought he was having another seizure...but then he started calling for you and saying that we had to find you. And we did. Took you back here." The blond’s reaction made Mark nervous. He never knew quite how to behave around the aloof man.
"What did you call him?" Draco asked suspiciously.
"Harry's his real name, right?" Mark asked, sitting up straighter in his seat, feeling defensive now.
"He tell you that?" Draco asked, still holding his wand, but not pointing it.
"He told me a lot," Mark said, hoping he could get Draco to tell him more.
"Why?" Draco asked, eyes narrowed. He had come to accept Harry's friendship with the man. But it rankled him still. Now this.
"He had to heal you, and I saw," Mark explained quickly. The other man’s condescending look annoyed him.
Draco sighed, one hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He had a headache on top of the very real problem of their new life being blown apart. "Did he tell you why we don't use magic here?" he asked.
"No," Mark answered, getting up from the chair to make Draco tea. It gave him something to do besides fidget while he talked to the blond. "Why don't you? You could have so much more."
Draco shook his head. "We left England, changed our names and don't use magic. That doesn't tell you anything?"
"Something happened there," Mark said. "Something you're both hiding from."
"Exactly," Draco said, reaching to pet Harry's hair again. "And if we are found, we die."
"I figured it had to be something big like that," Mark said. He finished the cup of tea and brought it back over, holding it out to Draco. "Who's looking for you?"
Draco looked at the tea. "There's milk in the icebox," he said.
"I'm guessing you want me to put milk in it," Mark said, rolling his eyes at the man’s attitude but heading back to get the milk anyway. He had no idea how they drank tea constantly. It had to be a British thing. "Okay, here." He added the milk and brought the cup back. “Now tell me,” he insisted.
Draco took the tea and sipped it, nodding. "You would really be better off not knowing," he said.
"But I know part of it already," Mark said, taking his seat again. David, or Draco, really could be frustrating. Harry shifted in his sleep, murmuring something before going quiet again.
"Too much," Draco said, considering whether or not he should Obliviate Mark. "There are powerful wizards who want Harry dead, and now me. He is something of a famous person where we come from but the Dark… the people in power now can't let him live because of it."
"He's famous, so they want to kill him for it," Mark said, trying to make sense of it all. "Why can't they just leave him alone?"
Draco cocked his head, just realising something. "Did you say he used magic to heal me?" he asked.
"Yes. He just sort of held his hands over you and muttered some stuff and you healed," Mark explained, looking at Harry. He would've never guessed that he was famous. Harry was so humble, and he honestly couldn't even see his own beauty.
"This is important," Draco said urgently. "You are absolutely sure he didn't use my wand?" Draco held up the wand in question.
"The first time I saw your...wand...was when you woke up," Mark said, sure of himself and not getting what Draco was getting worked up over.
Draco's heart beat faster. "Merlin," he whispered, looking back at Harry. "What have you done?" Draco asked the sleeping man in a whisper.
"What did he do?" Mark asked, curious. Harry didn't answer, but his shifting had become more urgent, his face slowly scrunching up in that familiar mask of pain.
Draco moved to Harry's side, forgetting Mark for the moment and took his lover into his arms, rocking him. "Shhh, love," he whispered, "just a dream."
Mark watched, feeling he should give them a moment alone, but he couldn't seem to look away from them. The tender look on the blond’s face shocked him. It changed his features completely. Harry whimpered and cried out softly, pressing his face against Draco's chest as he woke up.
"I'm here, baby," Draco soothed, still rocking Harry and kissing the top of his head.
Harry slowly opened his eyes, swallowing as he breathed hard. "Are you okay?" he asked almost immediately, moving to sit up too quickly.
"Sore but better," Draco said, smiling softly, but not letting Harry get too far. "I hear you did some fancy wandless magic," he continued.
Harry blushed slightly, but nodded. "I don't know how. I haven't done magic since..." He paused, seeming to remember that Mark was in the room with them. He smiled at him.
Mark got up then, nervous about watching the intimacy between the two men. He assumed that Harry would eventually ask for tea, so he decided to make it rather than wait.
Draco followed his gaze and then blushed too. He had forgotten as well. Harry always undid him. "I didn't even know you could do wandless magic," Draco said to Harry. "You never told me."
"It happens when I get really emotional," Harry said softly, glancing back at Draco. "I never told you because I thought I wouldn't...use magic ever again."
"And here I thought you were helpless when they took your wand," Draco said, shaking his head. "Could have hexed me back then?"
"I'm not sure. It was like I lost my magic. Maybe I wanted to die when they killed Ron and Hermione? Maybe a part of me knew this would happen between us?" Harry asked.
Draco snorted but kissed Harry anyway. "You are a fool," he whispered.
"Well, thank you. I love you, too," Harry murmured with a smirk. Draco pulled back, blushing when he realised had forgotten the other man, yet again.
Mark came back in with Harry's tea, sugar in it this time. He smiled at Harry, holding it out for him. "So, you're famous? And what was all of that about you killing him?" He sat back in the seat, looking at both of them. He tried to look nonchalant. "I'm curious."
Draco snorted and reached for his tea, shaking his head. "I wonder what laws we have broken here in telling him?" he asked.
"Probably quite a few," Harry said, smiling as he sipped his own tea. "But we can trust him, Draco, I can tell.” He gave Mark a serious look that bordered on threatening. “And we can fix it if he turns out to be a problem.”
Draco frowned, looking at Mark again, trying to weigh what he knew of the man. He had turned out to be a better friend to Harry than he would have ever guessed. And he seemed to be taking all this better than he would have thought a Muggle would.
Mark's eyes were wide again at the implied threat from Harry. “Right, right, I actually like my life, so don't worry about me telling everyone. And you're a bit different now, Harlan, I mean...Harry."
"He's always been different," Draco said, nodding. "Just took him a while to remember it." He smiled at Harry, wondering if his lover understood what he was getting at.
Harry raised an eyebrow curiously, but didn't respond.
"Will someone please answer my questions?" Mark insisted. He was confused and he didn’t like that.
Draco arched an eyebrow and nodded to Harry.
"What questions, Mark?" Harry asked, looking at him.
"Well, why are you famous? Who wants to hurt you and why?” Mark asked. Harry glanced at Draco.
"Don't say the name, Harry," the blond warned. Draco held out his arm, the skull and serpent clear even in the low light of the room. "Don't wake it," he whispered.
Harry glanced at the mark, biting his lip and looking away. "I won't." "I've never seen that tattoo before," Mark said, leaning over to get a good look at it.
"If you ever see another like it, you will most likely be dead soon after," Draco said, reaching for his shirt but finding it covered in blood. He frowned and rolled out of bed, going to their chest of drawers and pulling out a clean one.
Mark frowned, glancing between them. He didn’t want to push too hard, but he did want answers.
"What I am famous for doesn’t matter, at least not anymore. The man...the man who gave him that mark has taken over the wizarding world. And he wants me dead,” Harry explained. He realised he had never explained to Draco about the Prophecy or the Horcruxes. Harry, Ron and Hermione had managed to destroy all the Horcruxes except the snake and Voldemort himself. And Harry had no intention of going back, not now.
"The thing that used to be a man," Draco muttered. "And it does matter, it’s why he is a wanted fugitive."
"That's why you moved so far away from England and changed your names. What about you wanting to hurt Dav… Draco?" Mark asked. "You know we didn't like each other at first," Harry replied, his cheeks colouring.
Draco snorted again and sat back down on the bed, legs crossed and reaching for his tea.
"Oh, yes, the fighting," Mark said with a grin. "Did you really break his nose?"
Draco shot Harry a worried look, hoping he hadn't told him too much. "Yes, when we were sixteen. The bloody git was spying on me," he said.
"Hey, you were being suspicious," Harry said, smiling a bit. Mark laughed, shaking his head. "And you got back at him."
Draco frowned, looking out the window at the lightening sky.
Harry shrugged a bit, looking at Draco. "Not on purpose," he said, not wanting to talk about nearly killing Draco.
"It was a long time ago," Draco said, regarding Mark critically. Could they trust him?
Mark nodded. He was quiet for a moment before another question popped up in his head. "If you're a wizard, can you really have epilepsy?"
Harry paused, looking down into his cup. He knew Mark would remember that eventually. He glanced over at Draco again. "Well..."
"I don't even know what that is," Draco admitted with a huff. "He has a problem with the side effects of a spell that was cast on him."
"Oh, so that's why you wouldn't let me call an ambulance. Only you can help him?" Mark asked. "Well, I guess that's better than really having it."
Draco glanced at the clock, realising that it wouldn't be long now before such "help" was needed again. "You know you have to keep calling us by the names we use here," he told Mark.
"Of course. Harlan and David. You can trust me," Mark said, smiling at them. “At least I know Harlan can. Or did."
Harry smiled, setting down his cup. "I trust you, Mark."
Draco frowned but nodded. He didn't want to risk detection by trying to Obliviate the man. Maybe Harry was right and they could trust him. He was tired and sore. "Thank you for helping us," he finally said with a sigh.
Mark grinned. "You're welcome.” He felt nervous again. He wanted to think about what he had seen, and it seemed like the other two needed time to talk. “And, well, I guess I should be on my way. Do you want me to tell Milo that you won't be back at work for a few days?" he asked, getting up.
David looked at his lover. "I don't know," he said. "I might heal fast enough to return tomorrow."
Mark looked at Harry as well. "That's amazing," he whispered, smiling softly.
Harry looked down, his cheeks flushing. "It was nothing."
Draco snorted. "Wandless healing would have been amazing, even in our world," he whispered.
Harry only blushed harder.
"I'm sure you'll believe it one day. I'll see you...both tomorrow, hopefully."
Harry looked at him, then at the door as it slowly unlocked and opened for him. "Bring your sketchbook. Maybe you can finish it tomorrow."
Draco watched the other man go, and then fell back onto the bed with a sigh.
Harry closed and locked the door, lying back as well. "Well, that was interesting," he whispered.
"Could you do the wandless magic like this before?" Draco asked again now that they were alone.
"No, like I said, I would've had to really concentrate to just open the door. It feels like I broke through this...wall that was holding me back last night," Harry replied, looking up at the ceiling.
"Amazing," Draco said. "How bad off was I?"
Harry shrugged. "Your ribs and your arm were broken and there were a lot of cuts and bruises," he said quietly, shuddering slightly at the memory.
"Do you know what happened to me?" Draco asked, watching his lover.
"I think you were attacked. Maybe even mugged," Harry said, looking at Draco. "You don't remember?"
Draco searched his pockets. "Tips are gone," he said, nodding. "I remember flashes but ... it's confused with other things."
"If I find out who did this to you," Harry said, his voice firm, "they'll pay for it."
Draco's eyebrows rose at the fierce declaration. It sounded much more like the Harry he had known in school. And, oddly, it excited him.
"I'm surprised Mark didn't ask more questions. I collapsed right in front of him, and as it went on, I couldn’t figure out who was doing it...then I remembered the bond. And I knew I had to find you soon," Harry said. "I'm so glad I did."
Draco rolled onto his side, wincing a little as he did, and watched his lover's face. "I am too," he whispered.
"You're the one who helped me get past that barrier," Harry said, looking at him. "I just had to get to you.”
"Emotional force behind magic," Draco said. Magical theory was one of his favourite topics. "I do worry that the use of your magic will alert local wizarding officials."
"What do we do if it does?" Harry asked, biting his lip. "I didn't mean to get us in trouble."
Draco reached a hand to stroke Harry's hair off his face, gently tracing the scar on his forehead with a fingertip. "We have been talking about finding a better flat," he said, his husky tone not matching the simple words.
Harry shivered at the touch and the sound of his voice, slowly looking up at him. "Do we have enough?"
"If we are careful," Draco whispered, licking his lips at the look in Harry's eyes.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked softly, looking back into Draco's eyes.
Draco smiled, leaning in to kiss his lover, tongue licking Harry's lips softly.
Harry was confused, but he forgot all about that and kissed Draco back, moving his lips against his.
Draco sucked on Harry's lower lip, his hand trailing gently down the side of his lover's face as he did.
Harry reached up to let his fingers slide into Draco's hair, gripping the strands lightly as he deepened the kiss.
"Mmm," Draco hummed in response to his lover's tug, opening his mouth to him.
Harry slipped his tongue into Draco's mouth, kissing him harder for a moment before he pulled away. "Are you feeling better?"
"Better than what?" Draco asked, smiling. "Or do you mean well enough to give you what you need?"
Harry blushed. "I don't want you to strain yourself," he replied.
"No choice," Draco said. "But I would choose to anyway," he whispered.
"Okay, but go slowly," Harry said, cupping Draco's cheek.
"Take your clothes off," Draco said.
Harry shifted up on the bed and slowly undressed, pulling his shirt over his head. No matter how many times they did this, there was still something exciting about undressing for Draco.
Draco watched his lover with eyes hungry for every inch and began to slowly undress himself as well.
Harry pushed his jeans off with his underwear and pushed the clothes off the bed, looking Draco up and down slowly. "You’re so hot."
Draco was moving slower, having managed to get out of his shirt and was working on his trousers now.
"Faster," Harry whispered, biting his lip as he watched. His cock was slowly hardening. "Please."
"Help me," Draco said, unable to move as fast as he would like.
Harry helped Draco pull off his trousers and felt the brush of magic when his skin touched his lover’s. "There..." He blushed again, the feel of the magic still surprising him.
Draco moaned loudly, body trembling and cock twitching. He looked in wonder at his lover.
"Touch me," Harry said, rather than asking, moving to lie back on the bed and slowly open his legs.
Draco rolled to his side again, swallowing thickly as he reached a hand to caress his lover's cock.
Harry moaned from the first touch, his hips moving to thrust into Draco's fist. He didn't know how it was happening, but he could feel his - or their - magic between them. It made him groan and squeeze his eyes shut.
Draco shivered at the new sensation of Harry's magic in the contact, trying to focus on his lover's pleasure.
"Oh, Draco," Harry whimpered, reaching to grip his arm. "More, more..." He wanted to go slowly, for Draco's sake, but this added bit of magic made him completely hard fast.
Draco's left wrist hurt and he flexed his hand, wondering about the injuries Harry had healed and how serious they really had been. "On your side," he said, lying down too so he could use his right hand and his mouth.
Harry slowly turned on his side, too aroused to feel the soreness of his body. "I don't want to come yet," he whispered.
"No, not yet," Draco agreed. "Need me inside you first. Are you ready for that?"
"Yes, fuck me," Harry said, feeling needy.
Draco nodded, eagerly, his cock already so hard it nearly hurt. "Let me spoon you," he said, reaching beside the bed for the tube of lube.
Harry leant up and kissed him softly, before he turned over on his other side, groaning softly. He shifted back and waited for Draco to touch him.
Draco reached slick fingers down to press inside of Harry, kissing the back of his shoulders as he did.
Harry shuddered again. "Love you, Draco."
"Yes, I love you, Harry," Draco whispered, ignoring all the rules he had made about not using their real names. He missed them. Missed magic too. He worked his fingers inside his lover, trembling as he did.
"Don't need them...ready for you, Draco, please," Harry mumbled, thrusting down on the fingers.
Draco pulled out his fingers and used them to position himself. They did this everyday but suddenly, it felt different. He couldn't have said why, but it did. "Yes," he said, flexing his hips and sliding inside.
"Yes," Harry hissed softly, his head falling back as Draco thrust inside him. "Mm...perfect."
"Yes, perfect," Draco echoed, reaching his hand around to caress Harry's cock. "My hero," he whispered.
"Always," Harry replied, thrusting into Draco's hand before pushing back on his cock. "And you're mine."
"Yours," Draco agreed, feeling a tingle up his spine as he said it.
"Always will be," Harry said, reaching to grip Draco's arm gently. "Forever."
"Yes, always," Draco gasped, rocking back and forth, the slide of his cock in and out of his lover's body feeling more intense than he remembered.
Harry moved the best he could with him, his back arching every time Draco managed to hit that spot inside him. "Faster."
Draco worked to comply, panting with effort, pleasure and pain combined.
It wasn't long before Harry was panting as well, his body trembling against Draco's. "Close," he gasped.
"Yes, come for me," Draco gasped, his own body tightening as he felt his orgasm rising.
"Come with me," was all Harry was able to moan before he was coming hard, crying out as he felt possibly one of the most intense orgasms he ever had. His magic rushed through him again and he cried out again, shuddering.
Power spread out in a wave through Draco so that he was almost unable to feel his cock spasming inside Harry, the other man's magic making his entire body react.
"Oh, wow," Harry whispered, still trembling as he felt Draco come inside him. "Draco."
Draco's face was pressed to the back of Harry's neck and he was still shuddering against the other man's body. "Yes," he gasped.
"Love you," Harry whispered, his eyes closing as he slowly relaxed. "So much."
"I love you more than anything," Draco said, nuzzling his lover's neck and his body still twitching.
"Tired," Harry murmured softly after slowly coming down from his high, feeling drained and still sore.
Draco stayed pressed against his lover, his cock slowly softening and slipping out, but he made no move to pull away. Sticky, sore, and tired, but content, he drifted to sleep.
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Draco woke with a start, Summoning his wand from its hidden place before he was even aware he had done it. He looked quickly around the dim room. He was in their flat, Harry was beside him and... Mark was staring at him from the armchair. The blond scowled.
"You really do know how," Mark whispered, eyeing the strange stick before looking at Draco's face. "You looked better without the scowl though."
"Bloody hell," Draco cursed softly, lowering the wand. He looked quickly at Harry, reaching out to touch him as if to assure himself the man was okay. Draco remembered only fragments of the assault, and it was muddled with other memories. "What happened?" he asked.
"You were attacked," Mark replied. "Har...Harry fell over and I thought he was having another seizure...but then he started calling for you and saying that we had to find you. And we did. Took you back here." The blond’s reaction made Mark nervous. He never knew quite how to behave around the aloof man.
"What did you call him?" Draco asked suspiciously.
"Harry's his real name, right?" Mark asked, sitting up straighter in his seat, feeling defensive now.
"He tell you that?" Draco asked, still holding his wand, but not pointing it.
"He told me a lot," Mark said, hoping he could get Draco to tell him more.
"Why?" Draco asked, eyes narrowed. He had come to accept Harry's friendship with the man. But it rankled him still. Now this.
"He had to heal you, and I saw," Mark explained quickly. The other man’s condescending look annoyed him.
Draco sighed, one hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He had a headache on top of the very real problem of their new life being blown apart. "Did he tell you why we don't use magic here?" he asked.
"No," Mark answered, getting up from the chair to make Draco tea. It gave him something to do besides fidget while he talked to the blond. "Why don't you? You could have so much more."
Draco shook his head. "We left England, changed our names and don't use magic. That doesn't tell you anything?"
"Something happened there," Mark said. "Something you're both hiding from."
"Exactly," Draco said, reaching to pet Harry's hair again. "And if we are found, we die."
"I figured it had to be something big like that," Mark said. He finished the cup of tea and brought it back over, holding it out to Draco. "Who's looking for you?"
Draco looked at the tea. "There's milk in the icebox," he said.
"I'm guessing you want me to put milk in it," Mark said, rolling his eyes at the man’s attitude but heading back to get the milk anyway. He had no idea how they drank tea constantly. It had to be a British thing. "Okay, here." He added the milk and brought the cup back. “Now tell me,” he insisted.
Draco took the tea and sipped it, nodding. "You would really be better off not knowing," he said.
"But I know part of it already," Mark said, taking his seat again. David, or Draco, really could be frustrating. Harry shifted in his sleep, murmuring something before going quiet again.
"Too much," Draco said, considering whether or not he should Obliviate Mark. "There are powerful wizards who want Harry dead, and now me. He is something of a famous person where we come from but the Dark… the people in power now can't let him live because of it."
"He's famous, so they want to kill him for it," Mark said, trying to make sense of it all. "Why can't they just leave him alone?"
Draco cocked his head, just realising something. "Did you say he used magic to heal me?" he asked.
"Yes. He just sort of held his hands over you and muttered some stuff and you healed," Mark explained, looking at Harry. He would've never guessed that he was famous. Harry was so humble, and he honestly couldn't even see his own beauty.
"This is important," Draco said urgently. "You are absolutely sure he didn't use my wand?" Draco held up the wand in question.
"The first time I saw your...wand...was when you woke up," Mark said, sure of himself and not getting what Draco was getting worked up over.
Draco's heart beat faster. "Merlin," he whispered, looking back at Harry. "What have you done?" Draco asked the sleeping man in a whisper.
"What did he do?" Mark asked, curious. Harry didn't answer, but his shifting had become more urgent, his face slowly scrunching up in that familiar mask of pain.
Draco moved to Harry's side, forgetting Mark for the moment and took his lover into his arms, rocking him. "Shhh, love," he whispered, "just a dream."
Mark watched, feeling he should give them a moment alone, but he couldn't seem to look away from them. The tender look on the blond’s face shocked him. It changed his features completely. Harry whimpered and cried out softly, pressing his face against Draco's chest as he woke up.
"I'm here, baby," Draco soothed, still rocking Harry and kissing the top of his head.
Harry slowly opened his eyes, swallowing as he breathed hard. "Are you okay?" he asked almost immediately, moving to sit up too quickly.
"Sore but better," Draco said, smiling softly, but not letting Harry get too far. "I hear you did some fancy wandless magic," he continued.
Harry blushed slightly, but nodded. "I don't know how. I haven't done magic since..." He paused, seeming to remember that Mark was in the room with them. He smiled at him.
Mark got up then, nervous about watching the intimacy between the two men. He assumed that Harry would eventually ask for tea, so he decided to make it rather than wait.
Draco followed his gaze and then blushed too. He had forgotten as well. Harry always undid him. "I didn't even know you could do wandless magic," Draco said to Harry. "You never told me."
"It happens when I get really emotional," Harry said softly, glancing back at Draco. "I never told you because I thought I wouldn't...use magic ever again."
"And here I thought you were helpless when they took your wand," Draco said, shaking his head. "Could have hexed me back then?"
"I'm not sure. It was like I lost my magic. Maybe I wanted to die when they killed Ron and Hermione? Maybe a part of me knew this would happen between us?" Harry asked.
Draco snorted but kissed Harry anyway. "You are a fool," he whispered.
"Well, thank you. I love you, too," Harry murmured with a smirk. Draco pulled back, blushing when he realised had forgotten the other man, yet again.
Mark came back in with Harry's tea, sugar in it this time. He smiled at Harry, holding it out for him. "So, you're famous? And what was all of that about you killing him?" He sat back in the seat, looking at both of them. He tried to look nonchalant. "I'm curious."
Draco snorted and reached for his tea, shaking his head. "I wonder what laws we have broken here in telling him?" he asked.
"Probably quite a few," Harry said, smiling as he sipped his own tea. "But we can trust him, Draco, I can tell.” He gave Mark a serious look that bordered on threatening. “And we can fix it if he turns out to be a problem.”
Draco frowned, looking at Mark again, trying to weigh what he knew of the man. He had turned out to be a better friend to Harry than he would have ever guessed. And he seemed to be taking all this better than he would have thought a Muggle would.
Mark's eyes were wide again at the implied threat from Harry. “Right, right, I actually like my life, so don't worry about me telling everyone. And you're a bit different now, Harlan, I mean...Harry."
"He's always been different," Draco said, nodding. "Just took him a while to remember it." He smiled at Harry, wondering if his lover understood what he was getting at.
Harry raised an eyebrow curiously, but didn't respond.
"Will someone please answer my questions?" Mark insisted. He was confused and he didn’t like that.
Draco arched an eyebrow and nodded to Harry.
"What questions, Mark?" Harry asked, looking at him.
"Well, why are you famous? Who wants to hurt you and why?” Mark asked. Harry glanced at Draco.
"Don't say the name, Harry," the blond warned. Draco held out his arm, the skull and serpent clear even in the low light of the room. "Don't wake it," he whispered.
Harry glanced at the mark, biting his lip and looking away. "I won't." "I've never seen that tattoo before," Mark said, leaning over to get a good look at it.
"If you ever see another like it, you will most likely be dead soon after," Draco said, reaching for his shirt but finding it covered in blood. He frowned and rolled out of bed, going to their chest of drawers and pulling out a clean one.
Mark frowned, glancing between them. He didn’t want to push too hard, but he did want answers.
"What I am famous for doesn’t matter, at least not anymore. The man...the man who gave him that mark has taken over the wizarding world. And he wants me dead,” Harry explained. He realised he had never explained to Draco about the Prophecy or the Horcruxes. Harry, Ron and Hermione had managed to destroy all the Horcruxes except the snake and Voldemort himself. And Harry had no intention of going back, not now.
"The thing that used to be a man," Draco muttered. "And it does matter, it’s why he is a wanted fugitive."
"That's why you moved so far away from England and changed your names. What about you wanting to hurt Dav… Draco?" Mark asked. "You know we didn't like each other at first," Harry replied, his cheeks colouring.
Draco snorted again and sat back down on the bed, legs crossed and reaching for his tea.
"Oh, yes, the fighting," Mark said with a grin. "Did you really break his nose?"
Draco shot Harry a worried look, hoping he hadn't told him too much. "Yes, when we were sixteen. The bloody git was spying on me," he said.
"Hey, you were being suspicious," Harry said, smiling a bit. Mark laughed, shaking his head. "And you got back at him."
Draco frowned, looking out the window at the lightening sky.
Harry shrugged a bit, looking at Draco. "Not on purpose," he said, not wanting to talk about nearly killing Draco.
"It was a long time ago," Draco said, regarding Mark critically. Could they trust him?
Mark nodded. He was quiet for a moment before another question popped up in his head. "If you're a wizard, can you really have epilepsy?"
Harry paused, looking down into his cup. He knew Mark would remember that eventually. He glanced over at Draco again. "Well..."
"I don't even know what that is," Draco admitted with a huff. "He has a problem with the side effects of a spell that was cast on him."
"Oh, so that's why you wouldn't let me call an ambulance. Only you can help him?" Mark asked. "Well, I guess that's better than really having it."
Draco glanced at the clock, realising that it wouldn't be long now before such "help" was needed again. "You know you have to keep calling us by the names we use here," he told Mark.
"Of course. Harlan and David. You can trust me," Mark said, smiling at them. “At least I know Harlan can. Or did."
Harry smiled, setting down his cup. "I trust you, Mark."
Draco frowned but nodded. He didn't want to risk detection by trying to Obliviate the man. Maybe Harry was right and they could trust him. He was tired and sore. "Thank you for helping us," he finally said with a sigh.
Mark grinned. "You're welcome.” He felt nervous again. He wanted to think about what he had seen, and it seemed like the other two needed time to talk. “And, well, I guess I should be on my way. Do you want me to tell Milo that you won't be back at work for a few days?" he asked, getting up.
David looked at his lover. "I don't know," he said. "I might heal fast enough to return tomorrow."
Mark looked at Harry as well. "That's amazing," he whispered, smiling softly.
Harry looked down, his cheeks flushing. "It was nothing."
Draco snorted. "Wandless healing would have been amazing, even in our world," he whispered.
Harry only blushed harder.
"I'm sure you'll believe it one day. I'll see you...both tomorrow, hopefully."
Harry looked at him, then at the door as it slowly unlocked and opened for him. "Bring your sketchbook. Maybe you can finish it tomorrow."
Draco watched the other man go, and then fell back onto the bed with a sigh.
Harry closed and locked the door, lying back as well. "Well, that was interesting," he whispered.
"Could you do the wandless magic like this before?" Draco asked again now that they were alone.
"No, like I said, I would've had to really concentrate to just open the door. It feels like I broke through this...wall that was holding me back last night," Harry replied, looking up at the ceiling.
"Amazing," Draco said. "How bad off was I?"
Harry shrugged. "Your ribs and your arm were broken and there were a lot of cuts and bruises," he said quietly, shuddering slightly at the memory.
"Do you know what happened to me?" Draco asked, watching his lover.
"I think you were attacked. Maybe even mugged," Harry said, looking at Draco. "You don't remember?"
Draco searched his pockets. "Tips are gone," he said, nodding. "I remember flashes but ... it's confused with other things."
"If I find out who did this to you," Harry said, his voice firm, "they'll pay for it."
Draco's eyebrows rose at the fierce declaration. It sounded much more like the Harry he had known in school. And, oddly, it excited him.
"I'm surprised Mark didn't ask more questions. I collapsed right in front of him, and as it went on, I couldn’t figure out who was doing it...then I remembered the bond. And I knew I had to find you soon," Harry said. "I'm so glad I did."
Draco rolled onto his side, wincing a little as he did, and watched his lover's face. "I am too," he whispered.
"You're the one who helped me get past that barrier," Harry said, looking at him. "I just had to get to you.”
"Emotional force behind magic," Draco said. Magical theory was one of his favourite topics. "I do worry that the use of your magic will alert local wizarding officials."
"What do we do if it does?" Harry asked, biting his lip. "I didn't mean to get us in trouble."
Draco reached a hand to stroke Harry's hair off his face, gently tracing the scar on his forehead with a fingertip. "We have been talking about finding a better flat," he said, his husky tone not matching the simple words.
Harry shivered at the touch and the sound of his voice, slowly looking up at him. "Do we have enough?"
"If we are careful," Draco whispered, licking his lips at the look in Harry's eyes.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked softly, looking back into Draco's eyes.
Draco smiled, leaning in to kiss his lover, tongue licking Harry's lips softly.
Harry was confused, but he forgot all about that and kissed Draco back, moving his lips against his.
Draco sucked on Harry's lower lip, his hand trailing gently down the side of his lover's face as he did.
Harry reached up to let his fingers slide into Draco's hair, gripping the strands lightly as he deepened the kiss.
"Mmm," Draco hummed in response to his lover's tug, opening his mouth to him.
Harry slipped his tongue into Draco's mouth, kissing him harder for a moment before he pulled away. "Are you feeling better?"
"Better than what?" Draco asked, smiling. "Or do you mean well enough to give you what you need?"
Harry blushed. "I don't want you to strain yourself," he replied.
"No choice," Draco said. "But I would choose to anyway," he whispered.
"Okay, but go slowly," Harry said, cupping Draco's cheek.
"Take your clothes off," Draco said.
Harry shifted up on the bed and slowly undressed, pulling his shirt over his head. No matter how many times they did this, there was still something exciting about undressing for Draco.
Draco watched his lover with eyes hungry for every inch and began to slowly undress himself as well.
Harry pushed his jeans off with his underwear and pushed the clothes off the bed, looking Draco up and down slowly. "You’re so hot."
Draco was moving slower, having managed to get out of his shirt and was working on his trousers now.
"Faster," Harry whispered, biting his lip as he watched. His cock was slowly hardening. "Please."
"Help me," Draco said, unable to move as fast as he would like.
Harry helped Draco pull off his trousers and felt the brush of magic when his skin touched his lover’s. "There..." He blushed again, the feel of the magic still surprising him.
Draco moaned loudly, body trembling and cock twitching. He looked in wonder at his lover.
"Touch me," Harry said, rather than asking, moving to lie back on the bed and slowly open his legs.
Draco rolled to his side again, swallowing thickly as he reached a hand to caress his lover's cock.
Harry moaned from the first touch, his hips moving to thrust into Draco's fist. He didn't know how it was happening, but he could feel his - or their - magic between them. It made him groan and squeeze his eyes shut.
Draco shivered at the new sensation of Harry's magic in the contact, trying to focus on his lover's pleasure.
"Oh, Draco," Harry whimpered, reaching to grip his arm. "More, more..." He wanted to go slowly, for Draco's sake, but this added bit of magic made him completely hard fast.
Draco's left wrist hurt and he flexed his hand, wondering about the injuries Harry had healed and how serious they really had been. "On your side," he said, lying down too so he could use his right hand and his mouth.
Harry slowly turned on his side, too aroused to feel the soreness of his body. "I don't want to come yet," he whispered.
"No, not yet," Draco agreed. "Need me inside you first. Are you ready for that?"
"Yes, fuck me," Harry said, feeling needy.
Draco nodded, eagerly, his cock already so hard it nearly hurt. "Let me spoon you," he said, reaching beside the bed for the tube of lube.
Harry leant up and kissed him softly, before he turned over on his other side, groaning softly. He shifted back and waited for Draco to touch him.
Draco reached slick fingers down to press inside of Harry, kissing the back of his shoulders as he did.
Harry shuddered again. "Love you, Draco."
"Yes, I love you, Harry," Draco whispered, ignoring all the rules he had made about not using their real names. He missed them. Missed magic too. He worked his fingers inside his lover, trembling as he did.
"Don't need them...ready for you, Draco, please," Harry mumbled, thrusting down on the fingers.
Draco pulled out his fingers and used them to position himself. They did this everyday but suddenly, it felt different. He couldn't have said why, but it did. "Yes," he said, flexing his hips and sliding inside.
"Yes," Harry hissed softly, his head falling back as Draco thrust inside him. "Mm...perfect."
"Yes, perfect," Draco echoed, reaching his hand around to caress Harry's cock. "My hero," he whispered.
"Always," Harry replied, thrusting into Draco's hand before pushing back on his cock. "And you're mine."
"Yours," Draco agreed, feeling a tingle up his spine as he said it.
"Always will be," Harry said, reaching to grip Draco's arm gently. "Forever."
"Yes, always," Draco gasped, rocking back and forth, the slide of his cock in and out of his lover's body feeling more intense than he remembered.
Harry moved the best he could with him, his back arching every time Draco managed to hit that spot inside him. "Faster."
Draco worked to comply, panting with effort, pleasure and pain combined.
It wasn't long before Harry was panting as well, his body trembling against Draco's. "Close," he gasped.
"Yes, come for me," Draco gasped, his own body tightening as he felt his orgasm rising.
"Come with me," was all Harry was able to moan before he was coming hard, crying out as he felt possibly one of the most intense orgasms he ever had. His magic rushed through him again and he cried out again, shuddering.
Power spread out in a wave through Draco so that he was almost unable to feel his cock spasming inside Harry, the other man's magic making his entire body react.
"Oh, wow," Harry whispered, still trembling as he felt Draco come inside him. "Draco."
Draco's face was pressed to the back of Harry's neck and he was still shuddering against the other man's body. "Yes," he gasped.
"Love you," Harry whispered, his eyes closing as he slowly relaxed. "So much."
"I love you more than anything," Draco said, nuzzling his lover's neck and his body still twitching.
"Tired," Harry murmured softly after slowly coming down from his high, feeling drained and still sore.
Draco stayed pressed against his lover, his cock slowly softening and slipping out, but he made no move to pull away. Sticky, sore, and tired, but content, he drifted to sleep.