HOME IS WHERE HIS HEART IS

Chapter Fifteen


Harry lay on his side, leaning up on his elbow, looking down at the sleeping blond who lay on his back. He leaned down and kissed him on the mouth in feather light kisses as his fingers skimmed over warm skin until they found the gold hoop in the one nipple.

Draco smilingly came awake at the feel of a tugging on his nipple, then warm wetness. He gave a low moan when he felt a tongue swirl around the nub. He opened his eyes to meet Harry’s.

“G’morning,” he sleepily said. “I could get used to waking up like that,” he smiled, reaching up to run his fingers through the dark tousled hair above him.

Harry pulled away to lean on his elbow again. “Could you really? Get used to it I mean?” he uncertainly asked.

“Yes, I could.”

“I wish you would stay, Draco,” Harry softly said. “I didn’t know how much I missed this, you, until you came back.”

“I missed you, too. I do need to go back next week, but I’ll be back,” Draco said. “I’m leaving the Ministry, gave my notice, but I need to finish up a few things before I can leave.”

“Why?”

“Why what?” Draco smirked.

“Why did you give notice? Are you planning on staying?”

“I gave notice because I want to be with you, and plan on staying for as long as you want me around. You do want me around, don’t you?” Draco asked.

“You’d be with me and Colby? Even though Colby’s not yours?”

“Yes, the squirt grew on me,” Draco grinned. “I don’t resent your past with Colby and Cheyanne. I wish I was here instead of them, but you wouldn’t have had Colby then. He’s important to you. Anyone could see that. You’re a good dad, and you’re good at what you do with the horses. I would never ask you to make that choice. I would like to be a part of that. Maybe have a few more kids. I’d even carry them, ” Draco was saying before he was silenced by a hungry kiss.

Draco turned in Harry’s arms so they were laying side by side. “I love you,” Harry huskily said looking into Draco’s eyes. “There’s never been anyone to have that part of me.”

“Love you, too,” Draco warmly smiled, leaning in to kiss Harry again.

“Wish you didn’t have to go,” Harry sighed.

“Just for a couple of weeks, then I’m all yours,” Draco grinned.

“All mine?” Harry grinned suggestively.

“All,” Draco smirked, then gently nudged Harry back. “But, later. We need to check if studly came.”

“Studly?” Harry laughed, sitting up, pulling Draco up as well. “As for him coming, he never did, cum that is. I checked before I woke you up. There’s tracks by the mares, but no evidence of him cumming,” he smirked.

“So, ” Draco began, sitting on Harry’s lap. “Evenesco. There’s no need for us to hurry out there,” he said breathlessly as their naked bodies touched skin to skin.

“Whatever should we do?” Harry huskily said, closing his eyes, biting his bottom lip when Draco rolled his hips forward, their erections sliding against each other.

“I have a few ideas,” Draco grinned, guiding Harry’s hand down to his backside.

“Mmm, could it be,” Harry began, wordlessly casting a lubricating charm, “the same idea as mine?” He finished, sliding a lubricated finger slowly into Draco’s backside.

“Definitely the same, ahh gods, wave length,” Draco breathlessly said, as Harry began a slow thrust in and out of him.

Draco placed both hands on the sides of Harry’s face, his lips sliding against his. He lifted his hips. “Now Harry,” he said against wet lips. Slick fingers slowly slipped out of the stretched hole, to have something harder and bigger placed at his entrance. His hands slid down Harry’s neck to his chest, gently nudging him to lie on his back as he slowly impaled himself on the hard shaft.

Harry leaned back on his elbows, raising his knees as he thrust up. He reached up, his tongue flicking against a nipple. Draco leaned down, his fingers tangling into the back of Harry’s hair, holding his head in place as Harry sucked and tugged on the ringed nipple.

“Feels so good,” Draco panted, leaning back on Harry’s knees, his head thrown back as the new position had Harry hitting that sweet spot deep inside. One hand grasped Harry’s on his hip as he quickened his movements. His other hand wrapped around his cock, stroking in time with the upwards thrusts from Harry.

Harry looked up, the picture of Draco in the throes of passion, not something he was going to forget. He felt Draco clench around his cock, and thrust up as he pulled Draco down, grinding his hips up. His hand joined Draco’s in the erratic strokes on his cock. His thumb slid over the sensitive head, the pulsing flesh shooting out jets of cum. His orgasm ripped out of him, the warm channel milking him dry.

Draco leaned down, his hands on either side of Harry’s head, his eyes following Harry’s tongue as it cleaned his fingers of cum. He slowly raised his hips, feeling Harry slip out of him, as his mouth descended, meeting Harry halfway in a tender, soft kiss. His body shifted to Harry’s side, his hands sliding through the cum on Harry’s chest and stomach.

“Magic or swim?” Draco asked, pulling away from the kiss.

“Swim,” Harry replied, stealing a quick kiss before reaching for his shorts. “Then, I thought we’d do some exploring.”

“Should we wake Severus and Remus?” Draco asked, slipping on his own shorts.

“They’re already up. When I was checking on the horses earlier, they were heading to the lake for a swim. They said they were going to explore around too.”

Harry and Draco exited their tent to see fruit and muffins waiting for them with a note saying that Severus and Remus were gathering potion ingredients to bring back. Harry and Draco took their breakfast, and ate as they walked to the lake. They sat and finished off their meager meal, then magicked the refuse away before wading into the warming water.


Harry and Draco swam to the waterfall, through, then behind. They were surprised to see a natural incline of steps going up to a cave. “Do you think we should get our wands before we go in? We don’t know what’s in there,” Draco whispered.

“Scared, Dray?” Harry smirked, starting up the stairs. “I’ll protect you,” he added, leaning down to steal a quick kiss before going up the stairs again, his hand grasped in Draco’s.

The stairs were wet and warm, eight steps in all. They entered the cave, a steady drip echoing inside. They felt their way through the cave until it widened into a cavern. Magical stalactites hung like icicles from the roof of the cave, lighting the cavern. On closer inspection, the walls had what looked like a story in ancient runes and another writing that were unfamiliar to Harry or Draco.

“Wish I had the camera,” Harry quietly said, looking at the pictures on the wall.

“We can put the memory in a Pensieve when we get back,” Draco suggested.

“We should bring Remus and Severus back here,” Harry said, eyeing the pictures of a winged horse and dragons. Harry started muttering in Parseltongue, able to read part of the ancient script.

“It’s in Parseltongue?” Draco asked, coming up beside Harry.

“Part of it – mentions Salazar’s name here. I think he helped create this place or one of his ancestors,” Harry said.

“You would be correct,” was heard from behind them.

Harry and Draco started in shock, then turned around, Harry’s hands sparkling with magic. They turned to see a dark-haired man sitting on a ledge across the pool of water, petting the head of a giant sea serpent.

“Who – who are you?” Draco stuttered.

“I used to be Silas Slytherin,” the man smiled.

“Any relation to Salazar Slytherin?” Harry asked.

“He was my grandson. He used to visit me here,” Silas replied.

“In Montana?” Harry asked.

“Who said we’re in Montana?” Silas smirked. “This is as you say a different dimension, or a different plane of existence.”

“Do you appear before other wizards that have come here?” Draco asked.

“No, I don’t. When Harry read from the readings, he brought me here. There hasn’t been another snake speaker since Salazar. Only my blood can call to me.”

“But, I’m not . . . ” Harry began.

“Not of Slytherin blood?” Silas grinned. “You are, but it’s quite thinned. You are from your mother’s side.”

“But Evans is Muggle and how do you know my name?” Harry asked.

“Everyone knows who Harry Potter is,” Silas grinned. “As for the Evans name, my brother had a – dalliance with a certain bar wench, by the name of Evans many years ago.”

“I guess that makes you a pureblood Harry,” Draco grinned.

“So, I didn’t get the Parseltongue ability from Tom Riddle?” Harry asked, sitting down on the pool edge.

“Ah, the Dark Lord,” Silas sighed. “You were right to rid the world of that one, regardless of that prophecy.” He saw Harry’s brow raise in question. “I know many things, Harry, from the portraits at my grandson’s school, and from Sal himself when he visits me here. Tom Riddle came upon the ability to speak to snakes from murdering, then taking the magic from a Slytherin descendent. He was never the heir of Slytherin.”

“Why was I never told of this?” Harry asked.

“Not many people know of it. Back when my brother had that affair with your ancestor, it was quite frowned upon. He already had a wife, and she didn’t take kindly to him warming the sheets of another. She murdered him in his sleep, then killed herself afterwards. No one knew that my brother had impregnated another until Salazar found my brother’s journals. By the time we went in search of the woman, she was gone,” Silas said.

“Did Albus know this?” Harry asked.

“No, he didn’t. The past was buried with my brother. Your mother found out after she passed,” Silas replied.

“You’ve talked to her?” Harry asked.

“Yes, lovely woman, she’s very proud of you, you know.”

“You know, Severus would love to talk with you,” Draco said.

“I’m sure he would,” Silas smiled. “He’s taken good care of the Slytherin house at Hogwarts. Harry, if you follow that passage,” he pointed to a passage that seemed to light up. “You will come across your friends on the outside.”

Harry nodded then left in a daze on over what he found out. Silas watched Draco follow the other out with his gaze. “You love him, don’t you?” He softly asked.

“Yes. He’s a good man,” Draco replied.

“Yes, he is. He wouldn’t have been able to get to this place if he wasn’t.”

“I thought all wizards could come through?” Draco asked.

“Not all, this place isn’t tainted with evil. You have to have good heart to be able to come here.”


Harry silently made his way through the passage while transfiguring his shorts to jeans and shirt. When he came out into the open, he saw Severus and Remus just as Silas had said. He leaned back on his side of the entrance watching as Remus was kissing Severus, his body pressing the Slytherin against the rock face of the cliff.

He cleared his throat. “Do you think you two can unglue your lips for a few minutes?” He grinned.

Remus pulled away from the kiss to look over at Harry. “Bugger off, Harry,” Severus said, leaning in to kiss the side of Remus’s neck.

“Where’s Draco?” Remus said, pulling away from Severus.

“Inside,” Harry replied, motioning to the cave entrance. “There’s something you two might want to see,” he added.

“Can’t it wait?” Severus said, giving Harry a glare.

“No, I don’t know if he’ll be here later,” Harry mysteriously said as he ducked back into the passage.

“He?” Remus asked, looking at Severus.

Severus shrugged his shoulders then followed Harry through the lit passage.

“This is amazing,” he said, looking at the crystalized rocks light up.

“Look at the pictures,” Remus said, stopping to look at the wall of the cave.

“Come on you two. That’s nothing,” Harry grinned, from around the corner.

Severus followed, then stopped still when he came into the large cavern. He looked up at the stalactite then at the pool of water. He saw Harry go to Draco and transfigure his shorts to warmer clothing then sit beside him. What stopped him was the giant serpent curled around a lone boulder rock, a dark-haired man sitting on top of it, stroking the serpent’s head.

“Ah, Severus, Remus, nice to meet you,” Silas smiled. “Welcome to Serpent’s Cove.”

Harry saw the confusion on the elder wizards faces and came back over to them. “Sev, Remus, this is Silas Slytherin. He is Salazar’s grandfather. And we are in his, paradise I guess. He made this place. I apparently made him appear for me when I was reading some of the Parseltongue on the wall.”

“Apparently, Harry is distantly related,” Draco added, enjoying Severus’s gobsmacked expression.

“But how?” Remus asked, sitting down on a ledge, then pulling Severus down to side beside him.

“The shortened version: my brother had an affair with a witch who was an ancestor of Harry’s. My brother was already married and was murdered by his wife when she found out about the affair. It’s all recorded in his journals,” Silas replied.

“Where are these journals?” Harry asked.

“In the Slytherin vault at the goblin bank,” Silas said, then tossed Harry a gold coin. “Give this to the head goblin and tell him Silas gave this to you. You will most likely need a drop of your blood at the vault to get in and will have access after that. Now, to the reason you are here: you have come in hopes of breeding Dante?”

“Dante?” Draco asked.

“The black winged horse,” Silas grinned. “He is mine, and has been with me a very long time.”

“He’s a magnificent creature,” Harry smiled. “Do you think he would agree to this?”

“He already has,” Silas said. “He was scenting your mares last night. He hasn’t mated with another in centuries. What are your plans for the offspring?”

“I would like to breed a horse that would have a closer link to a wizard, like a familiar,” Harry replied.

“It may not have the same powers as Dante,” Silas warned. “The few that I’ve known to breed with Muggle horses still have the dragon-like wings, but not all can disappear and reappear in another place. The elven and fae race would most likely be interested in the offspring. Some of the more magical of those races are able to time jump or open dimensional portals. They are not able to bring their horses most times, too skittish. A negrasus would with training be able to handle it I think.”

“How often would Dante breed with the one mare?” Harry asked.

“Once, but the mares have been known to have two offspring. The foals are quite a bit smaller when born, but grow quite rapidly. There is more information on negrasus in the Slytherin vaults,” Silas said.

“Why do the negrasus have the wings if they can faze in and out?” Remus asked.

“The wings are what give the creature the power to do that, although it has been documented that they can have the ability to ‘faze’ without them also. The negrasus are a hybrid of a pegasus and a dragon, and like their counterparts, they love to fly.

“Is it dangerous?” Severus asked.

“Only if it was raised to be so. So no, it would not harm the children at the ranch. You may want the offspring to get used to the wolf scent early if you plan on keeping one of the foals for yourself. I must go now, but I hope to see you again Harry. I’ve waited many years to have a chance to see you, talk with you,” Silas warmly smiled.

“Will I be able to see you again?” Harry asked.

“I’ll always be here, when it is time to appear here. If you wish, there is a portrait of myself in the vault, so we can talk through that. I believe it is your son’s birthday soon?” Silas asked. Harry nodded. “I’d like you to give him this.” Silas motioned towards the pool of water. All watched as an iridescent bubble levitated in the air, slowly hardening as it rose. He motioned to one of the walls for a small dragon to break free from the wall and fly into the bubble, imbedding itself inside. “When Serpent’s Cove is near, the dragon will be active inside the sphere.”


The four of them then respectively bowed their heads in farewell as Silas slowly faded away. The serpent waded to Harry, who nudged his hand in farewell, then slipped into the pool of water.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting that,” Harry sighed, looking at the dragon in the sphere.

“Only you, Harry,” Severus fondly said.

“You’re still you, Harry. That hasn’t changed,” Draco quietly said, linking his fingers with Harry’s.

“I know. It was just kind of weird seeing a Slytherin here in Montana. Wasn’t expecting it. It’s nice to know the Parseltongue was inherited instead of getting it from Voldemort.”

“And explains why the sorting hat had a hard time sorting you in your first year,” Remus grinned, getting up to grasp Harry’s shoulder.

“We should head back to the camp. I’d like to check on the horses,” Harry said, getting up from the rock seat.

Severus and Remus left through the passage first, then Harry and Draco. Harry held the sphere close, looking back at the place where his ancestor had appeared.

“We’ll be back,” Draco smiled, leaning over to kiss Harry’s cheek.

“I know,” Harry shrugged. “Wish we could have talked more with him though.”

“C.J. will love that,” Draco said, touching the sphere.

“Do you want to do more exploring?” Harry asked as they exited the cave.

“How about we eat first?” Remus suggested, who had waited for them outside.

Harry looked at the time on his watch to see it was past noon. “Didn’t realize it was that late. After we eat, I want to walk the horses down to the lake so they can get some water and a little exercise.”


When they got back to the camp, Harry heated up some soup that was packaged up for them, while Draco took out the sandwiches. Afterwards, they each gathered the leads of their horses and walked them to the lake. They let the horses wander, knowing they would stick close, as they sat under a tree, occasionally glimpsing pixies and other magical creatures through the trees.

“I wonder if this place just appears here, or does it appear in other places as well. Silas said it was not of this plane – like another realm or something,” Harry said.

“There are probably many like this throughout the world. This place may be accessible from other places as well. Through this canyon is most likely just one of them,” Severus said.

“Only at certain times of the year though,” Remus added.

“There hasn’t been any signs of other wizards since we got here yesterday,” Draco said, leaning back on his hands.

“Maybe there’s only so many that are allowed to be here at one time,” Harry said. “We’ll have to ask Silas when we get the portrait from the vault.”


The four of them explored more after settling the horses down, taking their time going through the other caves or other passages. They found the dragon cave. Fortunately, the dragon was not there, so they were able to peek inside. Harry found one of the dragon’s claws that must have fallen out at some time. He pocketed it for Colby. They found some broken eggs that looked like they had hatched some time ago, as they were yellowed with age. Harry took some pictures, Severus took some samples, then they left, leaving the cave pretty much like it was when they entered. A few times as they explored, they saw glimpses of Dante, but left him alone. Harry really hoped that he would approach on his own at some point so he would be able to touch him, talk to him.

Once back at the camp site, they settled by the fire eating a light meal, then shared a bottle of Firewhiskey that Severus had brought with him. There was much laughter as they told of some of their escapades when they were students at Hogwarts, the Firewhiskey loosening their tongues. Over all, it was a relaxing, enjoyable night between friends and lovers.


Draco went into their tent first while Harry made sure the mares were okay, knowing that Dante would be visiting that night, at least he hoped. Harry came into the tent, his eyes immediately on the blond that was lying on his back, the sleeping bag bunched down to the waist, showing bare skin. His eyes never left the arousing sight as he deftly began to unbutton his shirt.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Harry,” Draco huskily said, slowly lifting the one side of the sleeping bag in invitation.

Harry saw the already hard cock when Draco lifted the sleeping bag, his own stiffening at the sight. He hastily finished undressing, then slid under the cover, his hand reaching for the back of Draco’s neck to pull him in for a kiss as he shifted to lay against him.

Draco’s leg slid between Harry’s while his hand skimmed down his back to rest at his waist. He slowly withdrew from the kiss, brushing his tongue against pouting lips.

“Love you,” he whispered against those lips, before continuing the kiss. He shifted over, lying Harry on his back, lying partially on top of him, never breaking the kiss.

“Love you, too,” Harry huskily replied, raising his head for more of Draco’s addicting kisses.

Draco readily complied, his tongue darting out to slide against Harry’s. He smiled against the lips when Harry spread his legs, one of his heels gliding up the back of his thigh. Their moans were muffled in their kisses as Draco pushed down with his hips, their hardened lengths sliding against the others. Draco thrust his hips forward a few more times, feeling warm hands at his side and hip, keeping him close, then reluctantly pulled back.

“Dray, please,” Harry moaned, trying to bring him down again.

Draco leaned in for a kiss again, before trailing wet kisses across Harry’s cheek, to his ear.

“Please what Harry? Please – do this?” Draco pushed his hips down again. “Or this,” he nibbled the side of his neck as he lifted his hips again. “Or this,” Draco added, reaching down to stroke the hardened cock, the head leaking pre-cum on his fingers.

“Gods, yess, more,” Harry pleaded, thrusting into Draco’s hand.

Draco slowly stroked a few more times, making sure to glide his thumb over the glistening head, then let go to slide his hand up Harry’s stomach, to his chest. His teasing nibbles moved down Harry’s chest as his fingers skimmed over the one nipple. Harry’s hips bucked up in response when Draco flicked his tongue against the nub, his fingers lightly tugging on the other.

Harry reached for his cock to have his hand grasped with Draco’s, holding it at his hip. He then groaned out loud when Draco’s mouth moved lower, mapping out his upper stomach, leaving red marks where it was moan worthy. His fingers of his free hand clutched the sleeping bag at his side as Draco continued to painstakingly make his way lower down his body. He felt the warm breath on his cock, and looked down to meet Draco’s gaze. He held his breath as Draco’s tongue licked his own lips so close to the head of his cock. Just when he thought those wet lips would taste him, they smiled and began to nibble and kiss his hip.

A warm hand slid down to the inside of Harry’s thigh, raising the one knee, while the other guided Harry’s hand to grip the base of his own cock.

Harry felt a whispered breath against his hip, then a warm liquid feeling inside of him. Fingers slid down to tease the puckered hole. His hand tightened around his cock as the finger slowly slipped inside to the first knuckle. He closed his eyes, and arched his neck back as the finger slid all the way inside, then thrust up into wet heat that suddenly surrounded the head of his cock.

“I’m not going to last, Dray,” Harry raggedly said, looking down to see his cock going deeper into Draco’s mouth. “Gods, please, don’t stop,” he panted, thrusting up and down, the fingers joined by another inside of him.

Draco moaned around the thrusting cock as fingers tangled into the back of his hair. Harry’s thrusts grew sporadic, his body beginning to tense. He drew back, only half the length in his mouth, then maddeningly brushed his tongue over the head, over and over again, as he gave more suction to the purpling head. He added a third finger, making sure to nudge the nub inside.

“Dra – coo!” Harry cried out as he thrust up, his orgasm ripping out of him. He felt Draco swallow around his cock as he pulsed to completion. He gave a tug to Draco’s hair to pull him up, his one leg lifting over Draco’s forearm. Soon, he felt the blunt head of Draco’s cock at his entrance, then was tasting himself and Draco in a heated kiss.

Draco thrust in hard and fast, Harry meeting him halfway. The tightness around his cock welcoming him, almost making him cum right then. He needed to cum. His cock ached for release. He slowly pulled his hips back as he braced himself up on his hands. He thrust in deep and fast, his eyes never leaving the flushed face beneath him.

He felt Harry’s knuckles against his lower stomach and looked down to see Harry’s hand pumping the already hard cock. His thrusts became quicker, pounding into Harry over and over again. He soon felt the channel around his cock tighten around him. He thrust in deep, grinding down, and in.

Harry felt his second orgasm quickly approaching as Draco hit his prostate with almost every thrust. He watched Draco throw his head back as he felt the warmth spread inside of him. That was all it took for him to fall over the edge. His hand slid up to the head of his cock, catching most of his cum, the rest splattering onto their stomachs.

Draco leaned down to place a gentle kiss to Harry’s lips, letting the leg slide down his side as he lay on top of him. He nuzzled Harry’s neck, his lips caressing the rapid pulse. He carefully slipped out of Harry and shifted over to lay beside him, his leg over his, his arm around his waist to hold him close. He felt the tingle of magic when Harry used a cleansing spell on them, then the sleeping bag being pulled up to their chests.

“I can’t believe I’ve found you again,” Draco whispered against Harry’s neck.

“I’m sorry, Dray – sorry to have left you,” Harry softly replied, smoothing his hand up and down Draco’s back. “Not going anywhere.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Draco smiled, kissing the side of Harry’s neck. “Love you, scarhead.”

“Love you too, git,” Harry replied, a smile on his face as he drifted off to sleep, soon followed by Draco, his hand resting on the steady beat of Harry’s chest.

tbc

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