What a Witch Needs

Hi everyone! Thanks so much for your responses to this story. They have been really encouraging for me and helpful! This chapter took me awhile to write because I had to change it a few times. I had them telling Ron the whole truth and his reaction to it but then I decided against having Ron know at this point and had to take it out and revise parts. This chapter will give a little more shape to my plot as well. Hope you enjoy!

Revised - May 08

Disclaimer: I can claim no ownership of the characters or the settings used in this fiction.

Secrets, Secrets

Draco, Harry and Hermione spent the whole night, and most of the next day, sleeping off the effects of the potion. Madame Pomfrey made sure the students remained asleep until the potion had run its course through their bodies. In the afternoon, they were awakened by Professor Dumbledore, sitting in a chair next to Harry’s bed. Draco was in the bed next to Harry and Hermione was directly across from them on the opposite wall. All three of them had terrible headaches when they opened their eyes.

Harry squinted in pain as he groggily turned his head towards Dumbledore. “What happened?” he asked, his voice cracking with dryness.

Dumbledore lifted his eyebrows at Harry, surprised. “Don’t you remember?” the old man asked.

As Hermione groaned, “Oh no,” from across the room, Harry’s memories came flooding back into his mind and he looked at Dumbledore in horror.

“What… who…?” Harry began, thinking about the last thing they were doing that he could recall.

“I was the one who found you three,” Dumbledore answered, matter-of-factly. “With the help of Professor Snape and Mrs. Figg, I might add.”

Hermione gasped. “You… they… saw …?” Hermione sputtered.

“Yes, Miss Granger, I’m afraid so,” Dumbledore answered, listening to her mortified groan. “But not to worry, we three have sworn not to tell anyone the details of your adventure. The Dursley’s memories have been altered and they will thankfully not remember your ‘visit’. There is the matter, however, of the irresponsibility of you three drinking a potion that you had no knowledge of. You are fortunate that there were not more dire consequences. Whatever possessed you to take such chances with your lives?”

“I’m sorry, Professor. You’re right, it was really stupid,” Harry sighed, his hand on his forehead. His head was really aching. “Is there anything for this headache?”

“I’m sure there is, however, I think that I’ll let the three of you experience these headaches for now as a reminder of your irresponsible behavior,” Dumbledore replied, frowning.

“Are we going to be expelled, Professor?” asked Draco.

“As disappointed as I am, I will not be expelling you,” Dumbledore answered. “I can only fault you for drinking the potion. What you did afterwards was not something I believe you would have done had you been in your right minds.”

“Well, you’re right about that,” Harry snorted. “There’s no way I’d choose to visit the Dursleys under any other circumstance.”

“And we wouldn’t have left the school in the first place,” added Hermione, beginning to get past her initial embarrassment.

“For drinking the potion, we have decided that a weeks worth of detentions with Professor Snape will suffice,” Dumbledore proclaimed. “I expect better judgment from you three in the future.”

All three teens mumbled, “Yes sir.” Dumbledore rose from his chair and said, “Oh, and Mr. Weasley is just outside in the corridor. He is most anxious to see to your condition. Would you like a visitor?” Dumbledore flicked his glance to Draco and then back to Harry.

Harry knew that Dumbledore was giving him a chance to say ‘no’, just in case they didn’t want Ron to question why they were with Malfoy. Harry looked at Draco and then at Hermione. Draco shrugged and turned his head away, but Hermione shook her head.

“Tell him that we’ll see him soon in the common room. My head’s aching too much at the moment,” Harry replied, guiltily.

“Very well,” Dumbledore nodded. “Harry, when you are well enough to leave, please come to my office.”

“Yes, sir,” mumbled Harry, knowing that Dumbledore would probably try warning him away from Draco as well as pry for more information. Harry hated that he couldn’t have any sort of private live.

“I hate deceiving Ron like this,” Hermione moaned when Dumbledore left.

“Deceiving?” Draco commented. “Just think of it this way - it’s none of his bloody business.”

“I’m going to die of embarrassment every time I see Snape or Dumbledore,” Hermione sighed. “Do you remember what we were doing when they discovered us?”

Draco grinned, “Yes, as a matter of fact. Potter was in the middle of a very delicious sandwich…”

Just then an owl came swooping into the hospital window and dropped a letter on Draco’s lap. Draco picked it up and looked at it in satisfaction. “Ah yes, perfect,” he stated as he unsealed it and began reading. Hermione and Harry closed their eyes, waiting for their headaches to subside.

“Most interesting,” Draco commented aloud. “Yes, I’m most intrigued.”

Harry sighed and looked over at Draco. “Is there something you wanted to share with us?”

“Share?” said Draco, smugly. “Well, I guess that all depends on Miss Marlston over there.” Draco looked pointedly at Hermione and waited for her reaction.

Hermione’s eyes opened wide, surprised. “How… what… how do you know that name? I never said that name to you.”

Harry studied her. “Was that it? Was that your birth name?”

Draco ignored him and looked directly at Hermione, her shock was confirmation enough. “So it is you? I thought it might be when you mentioned that your natural parents were Death Eaters, killed in the last war.”

“Your name was Marlston?” Harry asked Hermione. Hermione nodded silently.

“Yes,” Draco answered for her. “And she’s the only surviving heir to the Marlston fortune - a very vast fortune if my sources are correct.” Draco waved his letter in the air.

“I am no longer that person,” Hermione stated. “I am now part of the Granger family. They have loved me and raised me and I have no intention of rebuking them. I shiver to think how I might have turned out if I was raised a Marlston. I want nothing to do with them.”

“That’s a foolish attitude, my dear,” Draco drawled. “Claiming what’s yours will not change who you are. It will just make your future extremely easier and your options numerous. Sebastian and Morgana are no longer around to tell you what to do or how to live. I don’t see why you choose struggle when claiming your fortune would make your life very easy.”

“Because claiming that fortune would peg me as a Marlston. That is something I don’t want known!” Hermione snapped. “Do you realize who they really were?”

“Death Eaters?” said Harry, now intrigued by the whole mystery.

Hermione looked at Harry in shame and said, “They were the biggest supporters of Voldemort, Harry. They were his right hand, so to speak, and as evil as could be.”

Draco rolled his eyes and said, “I don’t think you understand very much about the Dark Lord and his supporters. You act as though they keep torture chambers filled with muggles in their basements.”

“Don’t they?” Harry joked.

Draco frowned in return, and then said, “Most are pure blood families that don’t want the wizarding community weakened by the bad blood that has been seeping into it lately.”

Harry threw Draco a murderous glance and snapped, “Oh yes, the bloody saints are do-gooders are they, lovely people who think nothing of slaughtering innocent people?”

“Just stop, you two!” Hermione interrupted. “I think this is one topic that we should not discuss amongst ourselves because we are definitely not all in agreement. Let’s just agree not to mix our relationship with our political views!”

“That’s fine by me,” Draco grumped. “But I still think you should think about your fortune.” Draco tossed a card that spread little wings and fluttered the rest of the way to Hermione.

“What’s this?” Hermione asked as she reached out and took the card from the air.

“The person who you contact when you are ready to claim what’s yours,” Draco replied.

Hermione looked at the card and saw an important looking wizard blinking back at her and the words, “Dominicus Edwards, Esquire. For all your legal requirements - specializing in wills and trusts.” There was a contact address at the bottom of the card.

OOOOOO

An hour later, they were released from the hospital wing and spent the rest of the day in their respective common rooms, catching up on the day’s assignments and homework that they had missed. Harry and Hermione had told Ron the story of the potion, but left Malfoy and the sex out of it. Ron thought it extremely funny that Harry had locked his Aunt and Uncle in the cupboard and taunted them, even with the watered down version of the story that Harry gave him.

At seven o’clock that evening, a D.A. meeting was due to begin and those involved had quietly slipped away at intervals to meet at the required placed. It had become a well organized operation by now. Harry was the last one of the Gryffindors to leave as he had to push himself hard to finish his assignments in time.

He now made his way through the halls, careful to look for anyone watching him or for Filch and Mrs. Norris. As he passed by a statue, a hand suddenly reached out and pulled him into a dark recess of the corridor. Harry was surprised until he saw Draco smirking at him in the dimly lit alcove. Draco pushed him against the wall and ran a hand down the center of Harry’s chest until he was cupping Harry’s cock through the fabric of his trousers.

Harry’s heart was beating wildly and as soon as Draco grabbed his organ, he felt himself harden instantly. Draco lowered his mouth onto Harry’s and gave him a long, passionate kiss while he stimulated Harry’s cock with his moving palm.

Harry groaned, almost losing himself in sensation. Then he remembered that he was due to teach his D.A. class and he turned his lips away. “I have to go,” he panted.

“Why?” Draco rasped out, his lust growing rapidly.

“I’m meeting people at a certain time. I’m already late,” Harry replied, breathily.

“Who?” Draco inquired, bending to suck on Harry’s neck.

“A… study group,” Harry replied, closing his eyes at the feel of skilled lips on his skin.

Draco lifted his head and looked Harry in the eye. “Are you lying to me, Potter? Are you going to meet Granger without me?”

“No,” Harry answered. “Well… she’s part of the study group, but we won’t be doing anything in front of anyone else.”

Draco began rubbing Harry’s cock again with his palm as he said, “Are you sure you can’t be late?”

Harry felt near to bursting. He was so turned on right now he didn’t know how he’d be able to make it to class without a huge bulge in his pants. But he had to be there, everyone counted on him to be there. He was the teacher.

Harry stepped sideways, out of Draco’s grasp and said, “Sorry, I have to go.” He walked quickly away before Draco could try anything else.

Draco watched as Harry strode away, obviously up to something. No one ever left when he decided to pour on the Malfoy charm. It just wasn’t done.

He decided to follow behind discreetly.

A few times Harry turned and looked behind him, but Draco was quick to duck into doorways or around corners. Draco became more suspicious when Harry seemed to be wandering around in circles and turning randomly down the maze of corridors as if he knew he was being followed. Finally Harry ducked into a door and Draco heard a lock click as the door shut.

Draco walked up to the door in question, which he then noticed was a girl’s bathroom. He immediately suspected that Harry was having a private rendezvous with Hermione after all and pressed his ear to the door to listen.

He was surprised to hear Harry hissing in Parseltongue and then the heavy scraping of something large moving. Draco lifted his head and stared at the door, wondering what Harry could possibly be doing in there. Pulling out his wand, he unlocked the bathroom door. Pushing the door open carefully, he immediately saw that the sinks had been spread apart from the center column and a large gapping hole was in the floor. Harry was no where to be seen.

“What do you want?” said a high-pitched girl’s voice. Draco swung his head around and finally spotted the ghost of a girl standing behind him.

“I was looking for someone,” Draco said to her, quite used to ghosts at Hogwarts.

“Harry?” the ghost asked.

“Yes, that would be the one,” Draco answered.

“He’s down there,” the ghost pointed to the large hole.

“Uh… where exactly does that go?” Draco asked.

“I can’t tell you that,” the ghost smiled with her secret. “Harry asked me not to talk about it. It will close soon on its own.”

Draco looked at the sinks and sure enough the scraping began as they started to move back to their original positions. He made a quick decision and jumped down into the black depths.

OOOOOO

Harry entered the Chamber of Secrets and walked down the long row of serpent torches until he came to the large open area where the members of the D.A. were waiting for him. When their previous location in the Room of Requirement had been discovered by Umbridge and her spies last year, Harry knew that they would have to move to a more secret location. He could think of nowhere better than here, the Chamber of Secrets. Once again this chamber would hold secrets, not of a basilisk, but of the D.A.

The only problem was that Harry was the only one who could speak Parseltongue in order to enter it in the traditional way through Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. So with the help of Hagrid and Dobby, an airshaft, which happened to be the large opening of the mouth on the stone face of Salazar Slytherin, was traced to it’s surface opening: a grate which was well hidden in a hallow of a tree in the Forbidden Forest.

The members of the D.A. would make their way down a private path and slip into the disguised tree opening, sliding the rest of the way down the airshaft. It all felt very top secret to the members which added to the importance of what they were doing. Hagrid had also agreed to keep watch during these times, making sure nonmembers did not try to follow.

“Sorry I’m a bit late,” Harry began. The class had really grown from last year. He now taught 44 students. It was a good thing that this chamber was large enough and private enough to practice in. Harry had also spent some of his own galleons to furnish and equip the room with all the things they would require.

“I’d like to continue working on deflecting curses. Last week I paired you up according to your abilities and had assigned you a specific curse to deflect with your partner. I’d like you to pick up where you left off with your partner. I’ll come around, check on your progress and decide if you’re ready to move up to a more difficult level. So, everyone pair up.”

The students moved off to different locations around the chamber in order to have more space to work in. Soon they were zapping each other with curses and deflecting them with various degrees of success. Harry walked around, offering his suggestions and opinions.

Draco had followed Harry until he went into the round door of the large chamber, leaving the door open behind him. He carefully slipped through the portal. When he noticed the chamber was filled with other students, he quickly ducked back behind a serpent statue and listened covertly. He now realized that Dumbledore’s Army was still going strong, despite Umbridge’s attempts to squash it last year.

He stood quiet and listened to Harry as he spoke. Draco was surprised at how much authority and influence Harry seemed to have over the others, in fact, Draco was impressed. He peered carefully around the statue to watch.

“Harry, look,” shouted Colin Creevey.

Draco’s eyes flew to the small Gryffindor and notice that he was pointing right at him! The class stopped what they were doing and looked to where Colin was pointing. Colin quickly pointed his wand at the large round door behind Draco, shutting it with a bang, its large serpent locks sliding into place on the other side.

Draco knew that it would do no good to remain hidden. He had been found out. He stepped into view with his wand at the ready to defend himself. There were many angry and surprised glares and shouts of “Malfoy!” all around.

“Quiet!” yelled Harry. Everyone grew silent, waiting to see how Harry would handle this intruder.

Harry stepped forward a bit, looking at Draco. “It looks like we have a visitor,” Harry said calmly. His eyes moved to Hermione’s concerned face and said, “Take over for me. I’ll deal with this.” Hermione nodded at him but still looked worried at what Harry intended to do.

As Harry began the walk down the path to where Malfoy stood, Hermione said, “All right everyone; let’s go back to what we were doing. Harry can handle this.” Everyone reluctantly went back to their places but couldn’t seem to keep their eyes off Harry and Malfoy.

Draco looked at Harry in defiance as Harry strode up to him with a stony expression on his face. “Come with me,” Harry hissed angrily, turning left and making his way down the tunnel of a large drainage pipe, the same pipe he had ran down to escape the basilisk once. Draco gave one more defiant glare to the others staring at him and turned to follow Harry.

When they had gone a ways in, Harry suddenly turned quickly around and grabbed Draco by his robes, swinging him hard against the wall of the pipe. Draco did not expect such violence from Harry and looked at him in shock. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Harry snapped, holding Draco to the wall with a heavy hand.

“I followed you, obviously,” Draco breathed out. He was beginning to get very turned on by this whole situation. He was seeing another side of Harry which he was finding very arousing.

“Why?” Harry pushed harder on his chest, shoving Draco into the wall even more.

“I thought you were sneaking off to be with Granger,” Draco panted, his chest under Harry’s hand rising and falling. His eyes traveled down to Harry’s lips and he felt like sucking them into his mouth with all his might.

“It was fucking stupid!” Harry continued. “What am I suppose to do with you now? They all saw you!”

“Damn it, Potter!” Draco rasped. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re powerful and commanding like this. I had no idea you controlled so many others.”

Harry saw the unfamiliar look of admiration in Draco’s eyes and thought how twisted this all seemed. “I don’t control them! I teach them,” Harry retorted. Harry began getting hard at the look of desire Draco was giving him. His intentions had been to scare and punish Draco for following him, but now he could see that the more aggressive he was, the more Draco desired him.

Harry couldn’t help but crush his lips down on Draco’s and roughly dominate his mouth. The hand on Draco’s chest moved down to the blonde boy’s hard excited cock and grasped onto it through his trousers. Harry’s free hand began pulling off Draco’s robes and then he tore at the Slytherin’s clothing.

Draco popped his mouth free from Harry’s and gasped in delight at the forceful way Harry was undressing him. He was so used to being the one in control, the one calling all the shots, that this submissive position was new to him and extremely exciting. “You do have a dark side, don’t you Potter?” he panted as Harry continued striping him. “Always pretending to be so valiant, so golden. I saw the kind of dark spells you were doing with them. That’s not what you learn at Hogwarts!”

Harry now had Draco completely naked. He pushed him against the wall once more and an unholy gleam filled his eyes as he growled, “That’s right, Malfoy, you don’t learn this at Hogwarts. Do you want to know where I got it from?”

Draco just panted in excitement and waited for Harry to continue.

Harry leaned close to Draco, until his lips just grazed the other boy’s mouth, and whispered, “Lord Voldemort.”

Draco’s eyes swung up to meet Harry’s. “What?” Draco stammered. “The Dark Lord taught you?”

Harry smiled an evil grin and shoved Draco harder against the wall. “No. He gave me the dark power when he gave me this.” Harry tapped on his scar. “Not willingly, of course,” Harry added. “But now there are two of us, equally strong in the dark arts. But there can be only one Dark Lord at any one time. Only one!”

Draco looked at him, understanding beginning to dawn on his face. But Harry did not give him a chance to speak.

“One of us has to go!” Harry snapped. “Why do you think he cares so much about killing me? Eh? Did you ever consider that question?”

Draco released a small, nervous laugh. This couldn’t be! “Are you saying, Potter, that you are a Dark Lord?”

Harry continued to glare at Draco, waiting for Draco to process all he had said to him. Draco’s eyes moved over Harry’s face, expecting Harry to laugh and tell him that it was all a joke. But there was no mistaking the power radiating off Harry at that moment and Draco’s heart began racing for another reason.

“That’s why Dumbledore has been protecting you all these years, isn’t it?” Draco said with growing realization. “You have the dark power,” Draco said in awe. “That’s something Dumbledore doesn’t have. That’s why he needs you. Only a Dark Lord can defeat another Dark Lord!” His eyes roamed over Harry with new respect and a bit of fear.

“Very perceptive,” hissed Harry with a small laugh. “Yes, I do have the dark power, but with a difference.”

“What?” Draco wanted very much to know.

“I have no desire to use it like Voldemort does,” Harry replied. “There have always been Dark Lords through the ages, but only one alive at any one time. When one dies, another inherits. But something went wrong this time, the old Dark Lord did not completely die when the power was transferred to me. This was prophesied to happen, even before my birth. Dumbledore knew it. That’s why he made sure I was brought up and guided the way I was, so I wouldn’t turn evil.”

“But if your dark, Potter, you don’t have much choice,” Draco said.

“You’re wrong,” Harry defended. “Not all Dark Lords have been evil in the past. Most brought a needed balance to the forces of magic and did not abuse their power. Voldemort has thrown the dark forces out of synchronicity with the light forces. Dumbledore wants to correct that imbalance through me. I’m the only one who can.”

Draco was reeling with this new information, his eyes scanning Harry in a new light. “Damn it, Potter, I want you to fuck me. Show me how fucking powerful you are,” Draco moaned, closing his eyes in a near faint. All this information was too much for him and he was standing here naked, Harry’s close heat making every hair on his body stand on end.

Harry was completely unnerved at Draco’s desire and seeming acceptance of who he was. The power he felt coursing through his veins pressed Harry to take what was offered. He felt himself wanting to dominate Malfoy completely. He grabbed Draco’s arm and pulled him away from the wall, shoving him to his hands and knees. Harry then pulled down his own trousers and knelt behind Draco’s sexy arse.

Draco groaned in anticipation, urging, “Do it, Potter. Fuck me! Take me!”

Harry reached around Draco’s hip and grabbed onto his throbbing cock moving his hand and making Draco pump his hips and moan in need. “Are you going to tell anyone what you’ve seen and heard tonight?” Harry growled as he continued to tease the panting blonde.

Draco could barely speak, he was so excited. The combination of Harry’s hand moving on his cock and the feel of Harry’s hard rod against his crevasse was driving him mad with desire. “What? No!” Draco managed to bark.

Then Harry moved his other hand onto Draco’s arse and slid his finger onto Draco’s anus, caressing it in small circles. “Is this mine?” Harry demanded.

“Yes!” Draco practically yelled. “Fuck, yes, it’s yours. I’m yours!”

Harry slipped his finger into Draco’s arse and heard the blonde boy suck in his breath and whimper. He began moving his finger in and out as he asked, “Which Dark Lord will you support, Voldemort or me?”

“Merlin, Potter!” Draco gasped, “Can’t you fucking tell who I want?”

“Say it!” Harry demanded.

“You! Damn it! I want you!” Draco cried. “Now, fuck me!”

Harry pulled his finger out of Draco and spit on his palm, putting his saliva on his own cock. Then he positioned himself at Draco’s hole and said, “Then you’ll have me.” He pushed himself forward and grabbed onto Draco’s hips, fucking the groaning blonde from behind. He could tell that Draco wanted no gentleness and he held on tighter and pulled aggressively on him, causing him to slam harder and harder into his body. Draco grimaced and groaned with each thrust.

“Yes, harder,” Draco ordered.

Harry reached around again while he continued pumping furiously into Draco, his precum lubricating Draco’s passage even more. He grabbed onto Draco’s cock and began pumping it, causing Draco to groan even louder.

Harry felt Draco shudder and gasp while he milked his cum out of his cock. This sent Harry spiraling over the edge himself, groaning with pleasure as his hot seed filled Draco’s squirming ass.

Harry fell back, releasing Draco and panting with exhaustion while he rested against the side of the pipe. Draco collapsed where he was and turned on his back, trying to calm his own shaking his body down.

He looked over at Harry and said, “I can’t believe all of this! You’ve blown my mind, Potter! What am I suppose to do now? Everything has changed. Everything.”

“For starts, when we go back in that chamber, you’re going to pretend that I’ve blackmailed you into not telling on the D.A.” Harry replied. “Then I’m going to take you back the way you came in and you’re going to forget that you saw any of this.”

“Fat chance of me forgetting. But I will keep it secret,” Draco agreed. “I no longer have the desire or the will to go against you, Potter.”

OOOOO

A/N I hope you enjoyed my little twist on Harry’s fate. I hope it makes sense to you. It did to me at least lol.

Don’t worry, I won’t make Draco too soft. I don’t like him that way but I also don’t like him as a heartless psycho.

Please review this chapter and let me know how I’m doing. Thanks!