Indago:3

Chapter Sixteen

“Draco, stop.”

The door slammed shut and a bag fell to the floor, spilling its contents of beaten scraps of scrolls and a hair sample from a rare crocodile.

“No, stop. I’m going to be l—Mphh!”

The bed squeaked as a pair of bodies fell on top of it. The sheets were still warm, attesting to how recently they had been vacated.

Trousers fell on top of a black professor’s school robe discarded on the floor.

“No, no, keep going!”

“I knew you’d change your tune.” Draco smiled wolfishly and pushed his entire length inside Harry. He bit down on the mouth that was now encouraging him with moans and whimpers. Harry’s hands clutched at Draco’s back, struggling to pull their bodies as close to each other as possible.

Harry arched his back and shoved his hips into Draco’s at the same time. Draco rewarded him for the perfectly executed move with a vicious bite followed by a gentle lick to Harry’s throat. Harry cried out, his body on the knife’s edge of pleasure and pain. One more rough kiss and he was pushed over, falling into a state of euphoria and spilling all over himself, his lover, and their bed.

“So beautiful, Harry. So perfectly beautiful.” Draco smoothed the fringe from Harry’s sweaty brow while looking down at him from just a few inches. He laid a gentle kiss on Harry’s panting mouth. “So beautiful,” he whispered again before pulling back a bit and thrusting in hard. “And mine!” he hissed.

“Yes, yours!” Harry cried out as his body was used for his mate’s pleasure. He hung onto Draco with a fierce grip, revelling in the deep grunting coming from his husband. The bed rocked, the curtains next to them trembled, and Harry loved every moment of it.

When Draco came with a deep-throated growl, Harry cried out with him and welcomed his Supero’s warmth within him and his full weight on top of him.

Their body temperatures slowly cooled as their breathing returned to normal while they lay quietly together.

“I’m sticky.”

Draco raised his head and Harry ignored the imprint of a duvet wrinkle impressed above Draco’s right eye.

“Well, to be expected.” Draco slowly peeled their bodies apart.

“And now I’m late.”

“You don’t have any classes first thing.”

Harry also ignored the sensation of the cleaning spell Draco used. “Yes, but I have prep time and I needed to speak with Professor McGonagall about a particular student.” He rose up on his elbows and watched Draco stroll across the room towards the wardrobe. “Now I’ll be rushed. I’m always on time and now—“

“Exactly.”

Harry frowned as he slid off of the high bed. “What? Exactly what?” He bent down to pick up his pants and refused to grin at the pleasurable pull of muscles. Instead he stood tall and gave Draco a narrow-eyed glare. “Draco, if you are eluding to something that is hush-hush then don’t bother saying anything at all. It doesn’t make you appear clever, you know. Just a know-it-all.”

“I always appear clever, Harry. But regardless of that fact, I was quite clearly explaining to you that you always head to school at a particular time.” Draco turned around with a shirt draped over his arm. “Routine, Harry. You’re showing a routine.”

Harry stood still for a moment and then threw the shoe in his hand at the wall.

Draco moved closer but did not try to touch him. “It’s my job to—“

“Don’t say it!” Harry hissed. “Don’t say another word!” He glared out the window at invisible enemies. “I don’t want to do this again!”

“Love—“

“No!” Harry stalked to the other side of the room away from Draco. “I can’t believe I’m hiding again! Again! And now I’m having to hide my children!” He spun to level an enraged glare at Draco. “I’m not doing this! Do you hear me? I refuse! They,” he shouted, waving at the window, “can go to hell!”

“Yes, they will.”

“Don’t patronize me, Malfoy! You can go to hell too!”

“Look, getting emotional and insane isn’t going to solve anything, is it?” Draco strained to keep his calm. As much as he wanted to make sure his sub never thought to talk to him like that again, he still hated seeing his normally calm and cool Harry lose his control.

“I don’t know,” Harry snapped back. “My going insane did a wonderful job of fixing things before, didn’t it? Why don’t I just do that again? I’ll pack up a couple of vials of your essence and head out into the forest. I’ll have pelts by morning!”

“Stop it.”

Harry’s face squeezed in fury and pain at Draco’s low voice. “I’m not hiding! I’m not doing this and I’m not forcing my children to do this!” He looked out the window again. “I’m not running and hiding anymore!”

“You were there when we decided what we needed to do.”

“No! I was there when you and Snape decided what we would do!” Harry began to pace angrily, oblivious to his nudity. “Maia’s right! That’s how it always is!” He stopped and glared nastily at Draco. “The big bad Superos decide what they want and I have to just take it! I have to do whatever they want!”

“Not they, Potter! Me!” Draco threw the shirt down and stepped angrily towards Harry. “You have to obey me!”

“And Snape!” Harry shot back just as Draco reached him and grabbed his arm, forcing him to stop his pacing. Draco’s grip bit into his arm, but Harry refused to acknowledge the pain.

“This is an old argument and it is what it is!”

“Not for Maia! This is all new to her! Now we get to watch our daughter be chased and beaten and raped and hurt and… and….” Harry turned his head away and swallowed hard several times, trying to keep the force of his emotions from getting the better of him. Anger was fine. Anger was welcome. Not the rest. Not now.

“No, we won’t,” Draco said forcefully, but his grip on Harry’s arm lightened. He didn’t try to get Harry to face him, leaving him to gather himself in private. “I’m not going to let that happen. We are not going to allow it to happen…” He paused and added in a whisper, “This time.”

Harry’s chest heaved for a moment before he slowly turned around. “I can’t do this again. I can’t watch it happen to her. Or Azeas or Bran,” he whispered back. He was pulled into Draco’s arms and held tightly.

“I promise you, love. I promise that I won’t make the same mistakes. I won’t let anything touch any of you,” Draco swore. Then he pressed his lips to Harry’s ear and gently whispered, “My bravado is for show. My ego and arrogance are only costumes. I promise you, Harry. I’ll keep all of you safe. I won’t make another mistake. You know I’ll easily kill for you. But I would easily die for you as well.”

Harry nodded and pressed his forehead hard against Draco’s shoulder. “We couldn’t keep it away, could we? We tried so hard to keep it all away.”

Draco pulled back and lifted Harry’s chin. “Now we are coming out of hiding, love. We need to face this head-on. Harry Potter isn’t known as the Saviour of Wizard-kind and the Boy-Who-Lived for nothing, is he? Draco Malfoy is known for being the craftiest man alive, bar his own father. I am sure those two could do anything they damn well wanted to, don’t you think?”

Harry stared hard into Draco’s silver eyes. He swallowed, took a deep breath through his nose, and nodded before smiling. “I didn’t know you could give pep talks of the encouraging, rainbows, everything is going to be better, kind. I thought you could only threaten people into doing their best?”

“Yes, well, you missed the crafty bit, then, didn’t you?” Draco asked dismissively and turned abruptly to re-gather his clothes. Harry smiled as he watched him, then, with a glance out the window, he joined his husband for a quick shower before they had to nearly run to school.



It wasn’t as if she were trying to watch her all the time. It was just that the other girl always seemed to be where Maia needed to be. And just because Maia took different routes to places didn’t mean she was deliberately looking for her. It was because she had read an article once about how changing your routine built more brainpower. And she certainly needed that if she was planning on remaining top student, wouldn’t she? Yes, she would, thank you very much.

So just because she happened to come across Kellas O’Neill occasionally, and just because she happened to stop and watch her for a moment or two, didn’t mean anything at all, really. And she also hid while she watched because… she didn’t want a confrontation and to cause worry for her parents. Yes, exactly.

“Oi, O’Neill!” Maia slid behind the stone arch she was standing behind a bit more as a Gryffindor boy came running up to where Kellas and her annoying entourage of fans were standing in the hall under one of the big windows overlooking the lake. Kellas’ normally dark red hair was lit up like a fire in the sunlight. Maia did not find that intriguing, of course.

“Are you going to try out for the Quidditch team?” the Gryffindor boy, Sam, Maia thought his name was, asked.

“Quidditch, aye?” Kellas asked with a smile. Her accent was thick that morning. “I doubt there’d be much need for a lass with drumsticks.”

“Oh, Kellas, I think you’d be wonderful at it!”

Maia would make sure to keep an eye on Melanie Caruthers, that simpering bitch. Hufflepuff was due for a loss of house points.

“I don’t think so. Never been one to ride a broom, me,” Kellas answered with a laugh.

“Too bad,” Sam lamented, his shoulders slumping. “We could sure use some media coverage. Nobody ever pays attention to the Gryffindor team. Not even the school paper bothers to write much about us.”

“Not with Murderous Malfoy on the field!”

Maia narrowed her eyes as she made note of who agreed with that comment from Pearl Ramos. Gryffindor was also going to be losing points and gaining detentions.

“Murderous Malfoy, you say?” Kellas was the picture of innocent inquiry.

“Maia Malfoy is the dirtiest cheat! She pretends to be so high and mighty! Head Girl, my rosy red bum!” Pearl said nastily. “She’s Head Girl because of her name and parents. Try tossing that princess to the lower ranks and see what happens to her.”

“That’s not all fair,” Tobias Jenkins said.

Maia smiled. Her brother’s house was going to be getting some rewards. The goblin would be pleased.

“How is that not fair?” Pearl demanded.

“Maia Malfoy has the highest grades and she doesn’t cheat.” Tobias scratched his ear. “Well, at least not academically. In Quidditch, she may play a bit of an… unorthodox game.”

“That’s putting it nicely!” someone said with a laugh.

“But Malfoy isn’t as high and mighty as you make out,” Tobias continued. “She helps other students who may be struggling, and she is normally very fair in her duties as Head Girl.”

“Normally!” another called out incredulously.

“Well, she does have a temper,” Tobias conceded. “But she usually rectifies it fairly quickly when she acts out of line.”

“Still,” Pearl interrupted. “She is still a princess who acts as if this school is her very own kingdom. It’s annoying.”

“I think it’s impressive.”

Everyone turned to look at Kellas. She smiled.

“She knows what she is about and handles herself like a queen.” Kellas looked at everyone. “It’s beautiful to watch.”

“Beauti—? Have you forgotten that queen pushed you down in a snit?!” Pearl asked incredulously. “I think Weasley is right. She’s jealous that another star has come to outshine her. She’s eaten up with envy!”

“And you are so much better than her,” Melanie Caruthers enthused, placing a hand on Kellas’ arm and blinking up at her. “So much more personable and talented.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” Kellas said slowly. “She’s a right capable lass, don’t you think?”

“It’s because she’s filthy rich. And…” Pearl looked around as if she were afraid of being overheard. “Her family is really evil. They make sure to keep her well stocked in beauty potions made from illegal ingredients.”

“Really?” Melanie asked in a hushed voice.

“Yes! She is actually quite ugly. But her family – the bad side, the Malfoy side – made sure to get all the virgins’ blood and unicorn horns they could buy and steal to make her perfect.”

Maia was so offended she nearly spit.

“I really don’t think that is true,” Tobias said with a frown.

“It is! My father told me all about how evil the Malfoys are. He says that Harry Potter was actually forced to marry one of them so that he could get the cure to a curse He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had given him and only his Death Eaters would know how to fix.”

“Pearl, I really think that your father may be misinformed,” Tobias answered. “Harry Potter is one of those special magical beings, just like Draco Malfoy. I think that is why they married.”

“Exactly! Harry Potter was cursed to be like them.” Pearl was really getting into her subject now and her eyes gleamed. “Then he was forced to marry and give birth! And now Maia Malfoy is going to take up where her Death Eater grandfather left off but with the power of one of those creepy magical beings.”

“Enough.”

Again, all heads turned to Kellas.

“You have no call to be saying such things. I know for a fact that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy love each other. And I know that Maia was conceived in that love, along with her brothers.” Kellas was no longer slouching against the wall, but standing and addressing the small group. “Maia is also a very diligent student and was born beautiful. And she was also born a perfect specimen of an Indago.” She looked at Pearl. “I suggest you start learning the facts before you start spouting off hateful lies. They only make the spouter ugly.” Kellas stalked away as Pearl gasped and flushed in embarrassment.

Without thinking, Maia slid around the archway and slinked after Kellas. They went down the hall and then down a side passage. Maia wondered where Kellas was headed to when she stopped dead at the Irish lilt.

“I’ve stopped. If you come any closer, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

Maia held her breath and took a small step back. Kellas walked out of a niche in the wall and watched Maia, her arms crossed over her chest.

“You knew I was there!” Maia accused. “That’s why you said all that! Typical!”

“Actually, sweetheart, I didn’t know you were anywhere nearby until I felt you following me down here. But it’s good to know that you are taking note of what I say.”

“Go to hell, you Neanderthal!”

“A what now?”

Maia blinked and frowned. “A Neanderthal. It’s a Muggle word for early humans who were very animalistic and such.” She suddenly glared as she realized that she was calmly explaining her insult. “And you are the epitome of it! I am not taking note of anything you do or say!”

“Then why are you following me?”

“I’m not!”

“This leads to a dead end, you know.” Kellas waved at the passageway’s walls. “Do you often hide in dark dead-end hallways?”

“I’m not hiding! I come to places like this to study!”

“You’re not carrying your books.”

“I hate you!” Maia couldn’t believe the other girl was outwitting her! Maia was older, more sophisticated, smarter, and just better all around. Why did Kellas make her lose her composure so badly and reduce her to a child’s comeback? “I really couldn’t care less what you do!”

“Really?” Kellas moved so fast that Maia had no time react. She was suddenly pinned against the stone wall, the heat of the other girl bathing her. “I think you might,” Kellas whispered.

“No, don—“ Oh no! How could she say no to Kellas? How awful! “I’m sorry,” Maia said quietly as her eyes dropped to Kellas’ collarbone. “Please, I didn’t—“

“Shhh.” Kellas’ finger pressed gently against Maia’s lips. “I’m not asking for your apology.” Kellas’ eyes seemed to glow in the few torches around them as she forced Maia to meet her gaze. “I’m not asking for anything from you, Maia mo chroí, but your time and attention.” Her eyes slipped closed and she slowly began sniffing at Maia’s neck. Maia squeaked as her throat, just under her ear, was licked. “I hadn’t realized how much I would enjoy this. You can only read so much.” Kellas’ voice was muffled in Maia’s collar. “Experiencing it is nearly impossible to describe. I get that now.”

Maia tilted her neck back and to the side, allowing Kellas greater access. She was so happy when she heard the pleased noises coming from Kellas’ throat.

“I want you,” Kellas growled in her ear.

“Yes. Please…” Maia wasn’t exactly sure what she was saying, but she knew that pleasing Kellas was the most wonderful thing in the world. How could she not have known this? How could she have been so cold and nasty with her?

Kellas kept licking and then nibbling on Maia’s neck before her lips moved up over Maia’s jaw and then over her cheek until they finally rested against Maia’s own. Their lips pressed together for a moment before Kellas licked and demanded entrance. The moment Maia allowed it her mouth was invaded.

She moaned and her hands came up to carefully hold Kellas’ upper arms. She had been kissed before, but this was more than a kiss. It was… possession. Maia couldn’t understand how she could have ever not wanted this. When Kellas’ hands began to mould her breasts, she arched her back for better access, desperate to show her acquiescence to anything Kellas wanted.

There was a loud crack and Maia opened her eyes in surprise. Kellas was backing away while gingerly holding her hand, the knuckles bleeding. The wall next to Maia showed where Kellas had punched it.

“Kellas? Please let me help you…” Maia took a step closer but Kellas shook her head.

“No, stay back.” Maia immediately pressed back against the wall. “I didn’t mean to move this fast. But seeing you here with me alone and knowing that there are others that will try to take you away from me…” Kellas growled in frustration. “I didn’t hurt you. Remember that. Just remember that even when you’re seeing red.”

Kellas quickly turned and moved back towards the main hallway. Maia was bereft, feeling abandoned. And then…

“How dare she?!” Maia wiped at her mouth. “That… bitch!”

But more than her anger at Kellas was her anger at herself. How could she have allowed her guard to drop? She had walked right into it and never once thought that Kellas would press the advantage.

“But she did!” she hissed into the dark.

Who cared if she hadn’t hurt Maia?! The fact remained that she allowed Maia to act a complete ninny, a coward, and a fool! Maia wanted to retch when she thought of how pathetic she had sounded. Her voice had been damn near breathy! She might as well put on a corset with the Victorian maiden act she had portrayed!

Seething in anger, Maia stomped out of the hallway and refused to acknowledge her cautious looks around for any red hair.



Maia made sure to go back to her old ways and completely ignore O’Neill. She had kept what had happened to herself, but she thought that maybe her dad might have suspected. Of course, with all the sad and guilty looks he kept throwing at her, Maia wasn’t sure. She didn’t want anyone to know of the horrifically embarrassing events that had taken place. She would just make sure that she stayed away from O’Neill and perhaps cause as much trouble as she could for her and her house. A couple of detentions would make sure the girl and her cousins were penned up.

“Miss Malfoy, would you like to join us in the present?”

Maia snapped to attention at her dad’s words. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”

Harry smiled and went back to his lecture.

Maia watched him and wondered if her dad was ever conscious of how pathetic he could be. Through the years, she had seen bruises and marks on her dad’s neck and shoulders and thought nothing much of them. After her own experience, she understood more of where they had come from. Luckily, O’Neill hadn’t left any telling marks on her own neck. Maia wondered if her dad liked the pain her father inflicted on him. Before now, Harry Potter-Malfoy had always seemed very happy and in love with his husband. But with her eyes now wide open, Maia couldn’t help but feel pity for her gentle and quiet dad. She had researched his life after coming to school and finally began understanding all of the names they had given him in the papers. She had read about his childhood in a cupboard, his orphan status, and the deaths around him. After fulfilling his destiny, did he really feel that he had nothing left but to take the scraps of affection Draco Malfoy threw to him? Maia loved her father, but she couldn’t help resenting him and his complete power over her dad. All he had to do was crook his finger and Harry would come running.

Well, she wasn’t going to be like that. She would die before kneeling and pleading. O’Neill and any of those others that were supposedly coming could take a flying leap off a broom. She wasn’t going to be anyone’s lap dog. She wasn’t raised in a closet. Maia Malfoy was raised to be perfect and to be the best. Malfoys are always the best. A minor birth defect was not going to determine her fate. Ever. Maia swore that she would be stronger than her dad. She wouldn’t fold up her tents and end the campaign. No, she would win.

Maia always won.