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Unwelcome Guest
Chapter Number/Total: 16/20
Chapter Title: Unwelcome Guest
Words: 3220 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
Draco’s laughter died and his face froze. He straightened his back, heart beating fast as he turned. "Macnair," he answered, finding the man standing in his terrace doorway.
Harry kept his head down and didn't look up, slipping into the way he was supposed to be around other people. He reached up and slowly pulled off the clothes he was wearing, stopping when he was naked again.
"What are you doing in my home, Macnair?" Draco challenged him.
"Can't an old friend of the family come to visit?" Walden Macnair asked.
"I prefer polite notice of such," Draco replied, not sounding polite at all.
Macnair's eyes scrutinized Potter and then Draco. "Will you refuse me?" he asked.
Draco tensed. "No, I only don't like to be surprised," he said.
"I'll bet," Macnair sneered.
Harry took a few deep breaths as he listened, hoping it was just a visit and nothing else.
Draco ignored the barb. "Please wait in the sitting room," he said. "I will get changed and join you. Will you be staying for dinner?" he asked in his best host voice.
Macnair was looking at Harry again. "Sure, I will," he answered Draco. "Maybe you could let me entertain myself with your toy while you change."
Harry bit his lip again. He knew Draco didn’t like sharing, but he didn't want him to get in trouble.
Draco scowled. He was thinking, trying to find a plausible reason to turn down the request. It was actually common among Death Eaters to share their victims.
"You seem to have grown overly fond of your pet, Draco," Macnair said in a disapproving tone.
"I am not bored with him yet," Draco answered, trying for a cool tone. "I would not want him damaged."
"I would not destroy it," Macnair countered.
Draco gritted his teeth, hands clenching as he glanced at Potter. He could get them both killed if he refused. Macnair was no doubt here to check on Draco and report back to their master. "Very well," Draco said in a casual tone.
Harry swallowed, still not looking up to acknowledge anything that was said. Macnair said he wouldn't destroy him, but Harry was still scared.
Draco looked at Harry then. "Do as he says until I command otherwise," he said.
"Yes, Master," Harry said quietly.
Draco wanted to explain to Harry but he couldn't. He nodded, drew his wand and made the Quidditch gear and Harry's uniform disappear. He nodded to Macnair and then Apparated to his suite.
Now that Harry was alone, he was even more scared of what would happen without Draco around to help him.
Macnair grinned. "Come here," he told Harry.
Harry crawled over to him slowly, stopping at his feet.
Macnair wasted no time unbuttoning his robes and pulling out his already swelling cock. He was significantly larger than Draco, and he grinned as Harry's eyes widened. "Suck it, Potter," he snapped.
Harry leant in and sucked him into his mouth, not managing as much as he could with Draco.
"Make it good, Potter, or I might have to show you how much I detest you," Macnair sneered, hands on his hips as he watched Harry.
Harry used his tongue to move around the man’s cock, sucking gently. It was then that he realised he never did this for anyone else but Draco.
"More," Macnair barked. "Take it in or I'll shove it in."
Harry tried to suck more inside, but it was already hitting the back of his throat.
"Stop," Macnair barked.
Harry pulled back, looking down. He knew he hadn’t done well.
"Bend over that railing," Macnair sneered, pointing to the stone rail of the terrace.
Harry slowly got up and walked over to the railing, bending over it. Maybe it wouldn't hurt as bad since he and Draco had just had sex. He hoped so.
"Spread 'em" Macnair ordered, grabbing Harry’s arse with both hands and kicking at the inside of one leg.
Harry opened his legs widely, not wanting to make Macnair angry. He closed his eyes and just waited, waited for the pain that he hadn't felt in a long time.
Macnair shoved in without hesitation, pushing his thick cock in and stretching Potter more than he had been stretched since that last time in front of Voldemort. His newly healed hole burned in pain.
Harry screamed, Draco's earlier fuck not helping him at all. It felt as though he was being torn in two...again.
***
Draco had used Cleaning Charms and then dressed quickly, Apparating to the sitting room. But his "guest" was not there as directed. He began walking through the hall, looking. He heard the scream and nearly ran to the terrace. He stopped himself before he made the fatal mistake of rushing out and killing Macnair on the spot. He stood in the doorway, shaking. He had drawn his wand without even thinking about it.
Macnair was thrusting hard into Harry, fingers digging into his arse as he did and laughing at the man's screams.
Harry cried out and sobbed with every thrust, his hips slamming hard against the railing. He nearly called out for Draco twice, but stopped himself, not knowing how that would look.
Draco took deep breaths, trying to think of any way to stop this. He put his best calm face on and swaggered forward. "Macnair," he drawled, "you are a bit rough with someone else's toy."
Macnair scowled at the interruption, fucking harder and faster. "This...isn't...rough," he retorted.
Draco had seen Macnair "play" before and knew what he meant. He swallowed hard and desperately hoped the man would finish soon and be satisfied with that.
Harry only cried harder when he heard Draco's voice. He wanted Draco to help, to pull him away from what was happening. But at the same time he knew Draco couldn't. Both of their lives depended on it.
Draco looked out over the grounds, unable to watch Macnair rape Harry. He gritted his teeth at the sounds but didn't leave, knowing to do so would put Potter in more danger.
Macnair thrust several more times and then came with a grunt, pinning Harry between himself and the stone as he filled him.
Harry cried out again. He felt the stone rubbing his skin raw. He was in so much pain and there was nothing Draco could do until Macnair left.
Macnair laughed and stepped back, smiling as blood and come dripped down Harry's legs. "Nice toy, Malfoy," he sneered.
Draco looked then and his stomach clenched painfully at the sight of Harry's blood on the other man. "Yes," he said coldly.
Macnair didn't bother to clean it, but tucked himself away still covered in it. He grinned nastily at Draco. "I don't think I will bother with dinner," he said. "I got what I came for." He laughed and slapped Harry on the arse.
Harry jerked, already beginning to shake as he took a few deep breaths to try and calm down.
Draco scowled at the filthy, rude man and held his tongue.
Macnair laughed at his reaction and Disapparated away.
Harry was shaking where he was still bent over the wall. He didn't know if he could move yet.
Draco waited a minute to assure himself that Macnair was gone and then muttered an incantation that shut the wards to all but the Dark Lord himself. He strode forward then and caught Harry in his arms, Apparating them directly to the Potions Lab. Harry had a strange and distant look in his eyes, as if he couldn't see exactly what was in front of him. Draco lifted Harry in his arms, once again laying him on the worktable in the lab. "Talk to me," he said.
Harry didn't blink, his eyes watering again. "Hurts," he said quietly.
"Yes," Draco said, frowning. "I need to see how bad the damage is," he told him. "Roll on to your side, facing away from me."
Harry did as he was told, slowly rolling onto his side even though the skin around the area burned.
Draco adjusted Harry's body so he had a leg bent, spreading him open gently to check the damage. He used "Lumos" to examine him. He was angry. Furious. But not with Harry. The damage wasn't as bad as last time. Him stretching Harry earlier had probably helped reduce tearing. He cast a Cleaning Charm and then gently rolled Harry onto his back again so he could inspect the wounds on his hips. Badly bruised, probably bone-deep. "Lie still, but stay awake," he told him.
Harry nodded, staring up at the ceiling. He didn't know how he had managed to forget that he really wasn't anything more than a toy. A toy to be used and thrown away eventually.
Draco selected several potions, uncorking one of them and bringing it to Harry's lips, lifting the man's head with his other hand. "Drink," he said.
Harry drank the potion slowly, looking at Draco with tired eyes.
"You aren't bleeding as badly this time," Draco told him. "It's mostly...surface damage," he said. "This will help with the cuts and bruising."
Harry nodded, moving his head so he could lay it back on the table again.
Draco frowned down at the barely responsive Gryffindor. He was worried. He had never seen the man give up like this. He put the additional potions in a pocket and then picked Harry up, Apparating them to the bedroom.
Harry sighed as he lay on the bed with Draco, reaching to pull the pillow close as he breathed in deeply. "When can I sleep?"
"I couldn't stop him," Draco said, feeling helpless, as he covered the other man and stroked his hair from his face.
Harry watched Draco as he spoke, closing his eyes a bit when he stroked his hair. "I know. It's okay."
Draco leant in and pressed soft kisses to the other man's forehead and then his eyelids.
Harry sighed deeply. "I know you couldn't...I know."
The blond kissed Harry's cheeks and then his chin, fingers caressing his hair as he did. "I have to find a way," he said. "A way to stop...them before...before they kill you."
"What do you mean? Kill me while...they...they hurt me?" Harry asked.
Draco looked down at Harry, sadness in his eyes. "They will keep doing this until they kill you. And I...I can't just stand by and wait for it."
"What is there to do? They will kill you. Draco, I don't want that..." Harry said, looking up at him.
"I will be dead inside if you are gone," Draco answered quietly, watching Harry.
"But they will kill you," Harry insisted, tears welling up in his eyes.
"I don't want to die," Draco said. "I actually want to live. Now more than I have in a long time."
"Then how will you do it? In order to stop them you have to go against them..." Harry said.
"We have to consider our options, Harry," Draco said softly. "I have been thinking a lot about it. We either have to find a way to escape where he can't find us or we have to kill him."
Harry watched him carefully. Did Draco honestly want to sacrifice it all...for him? "What do we do?"
"If we run, it means leaving our whole world behind." He was whispering even though they were alone. "We would have to disappear. As long as he is in power, we could not show ourselves in the wizarding world again."
"I'm fine with that," Harry whispered softly. He had nothing left in this world except horrible memories.
"You grew up with Muggles, right?" Draco asked.
"Yes," Harry answered. "You didn't though."
"No, I didn't," Draco said. "I don't know a thing about living that way. You would have to teach me."
"It's the same...only the Muggle way," Harry said with a weak smile.
Draco snorted. "I can't even imagine living without a wand, let alone without money," he said. "But we would be alive, together. Is that what you want, Harry?”
Harry nodded slowly, watching him. "That's what I want, Draco."
"I can't change the Enslavement Spell," Draco whispered. "I can't make you not mine. There is no counter to it."
"It's fine. I've gotten better at following orders now anyway," Harry said.
"You have," Draco said. "We would have to live without wands, brooms or potions."
"I understand all of that," Harry replied. "Are you sure you can do it?"
Draco was quiet for a minute. "I am not sure I know how. But I am sure that I can't stand by and watch them torture you to death," he said.
"Then we can do it," Harry whispered, reaching over to touch Draco's cheek.
"The Enslavement Spell will still require you have sex with me everyday," Draco whispered, actually flushing as he said that.
"You know I haven't minded that recently," Harry said, blushing a bit too as he ran his finger down over Draco's red cheek.
"You did seem to be enjoying yourself out of the pitch," Draco said with smirk.
Harry flushed deeper, nodding a bit.
Draco leant in and caressed Harry's lips with his, licking softly at his lips.
Harry let Draco kiss him for a moment before he pulled away. "When do you want to do it?"
Draco smirked at the question because his first thought while kissing wasn't the escape plan. Then he pulled back, thinking seriously.
"It should be soon," Draco said. "Because I know the Dark Lord suspects me now and it won't be much longer before he decides to test me again."
"Maybe we should wait until just after the next meeting?" Harry asked. "That way we won't have to worry about him knowing we’ve left for a while."
Draco frowned. "But the next meeting he will...hurt you again, Harry," he said.
"I know, but you always take care of me after. I can make it, I made it before..." Harry said quietly.
Draco shuddered. "So far," he admitted. "But they may do something I can't fix."
"But I'll be alive…and that's what you want, right?" Harry asked.
"I want you whole," Draco said. "I bloody well want to take care of you. And I can't stop them. They will want more."
"If we leave before the next meeting, they'll try and find us immediately, Draco. That'll make it hard for us. Especially since we'll need time to figure out where to go and all." Harry paused, thinking. "And if it comes to the point where you can't fix whatever happens...there's always Muggle doctors. You know, they know what they're doing. Even if it's not as fast as magic."
Draco looked sceptical of the plan to use a Muggle doctor. "So I need to arrange a way for us to get out of England. Far away enough that can’t trace us. But to where?" he asked.
"I can only think of America. Everywhere around England too close..." Harry said, biting his lip.
"And you only speak English. So United States, Canada or Australia?" Draco asked.
"Aren't there more places in the Unites States?" Harry asked. He didn't know much about anywhere other than England.
"They are all really big places," Draco said. "Since we will be two men living together, it might be best to pick someplace where that doesn't upset the Muggles."
"Uhm, which one then? I don't know of a place that wouldn't have a problem..." Harry said, trailing off.
"New York City or San Francisco," Draco said.
Harry raised an eyebrow. How did Draco know about those places? "Which one is better?"
"I don't know," Draco admitted. "But the California one is supposed to be warmer. It is also farther away from England."
"Then we'll go there," Harry said with a nod. "The farther away, the better."
"We will need to make a series of illegal Portkey jumps to get that far undetected. It won't be easy or comfortable, and we can only take what we can carry," Draco explained.
"I don't have anything," Harry said softly. "And can you get some money out of the bank and exchange it for Muggle money?"
"I have to be careful about that," Draco said, but nodded. "If they catch me doing something like that, we will never make it."
Harry nodded. "Yeah, do that carefully. What else do we need?"
"Muggle identification," Draco said. "I might have an underground connection to help with that. So what will our new names be?"
Harry blinked, slowly shrugging. "I don't know. Maybe my middle name? James? Or is that too close..."
"Too obvious," Draco warned.
"Then...what about David for you?" Harry asked, looking up at him.
"David?" Draco asked.
Harry nodded, still looking thoughtful. "David...Morgan. That way you can keep your initials," Harry said with a smile.
Draco smiled. "Sure, if that's a name you will want to call out in the throes of passion," he teased.
"I can't call you Draco anymore? Not even when we're alone?" Harry asked, looking surprised.
"What if you slip in public?" the blond replied.
Harry bit his lip. "True...okay. Now you pick one for me."
Draco was serious for a minute, running through "H" names in his mind. "Mmm, Horace?" he teased.
Harry made a face, sticking his tongue out a bit. "No."
Draco chuckled. "Harlan," he said decisively. "Harlan Pearce."
"I like it. I'll always like Harry better, but Harlan's nice, too. And I get to keep my initials, good." Harry grinned.
"David and Harlan," Draco nodded, trying to get used to the idea.
"What else do we need? Maybe clothes?" Harry asked.
"Yes, though we can dress close enough to pass and then change after we Portkey to the other country," he said.
Harry nodded, understanding, and thinking of anything else. "That's it?"
"I don't know how we will live or where we will get money to live on," Draco said, "but it's got to be better than this."
"Jobs, Draco. We'll have to get jobs," Harry said, nodding a bit. "We can get a flat or something."
"What can you do?" Draco asked.
"Anything, really," Harry said, shrugging.
"You feeling better?" Draco asked, knowing the potions should have helped by now.
"Yeah, I guess," Harry whispered, not looking down to see.
Draco nodded, glad they had fucked before Macnair showed up as it meant Harry would have more time to heal too. He lay down beside Harry and opened his arms so that Harry could lie against him if he wanted.
Harry moved close, relaxing against him. He closed his eyes, but didn't go to sleep, too many thoughts were running through his mind.
Draco lay holding the other man and looking up at the canopy. He tried to imagine a life without the Manor, nice clothes, house-elves or magic. He didn't know very much about it, but it didn't sound pleasant. But then he tried to imagine life without Harry and realised it was more than he could bear. It was no contest.
Even with all the thoughts, Harry began to fall asleep in Draco's arms, hoping that he didn't have a nightmare again. When he was awake he could hold back the memories and just not think about what happened to him, but when he was asleep there was nothing he could do about it.
Chapter Title: Unwelcome Guest
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Betas: roonilwaz
Draco’s laughter died and his face froze. He straightened his back, heart beating fast as he turned. "Macnair," he answered, finding the man standing in his terrace doorway.
Harry kept his head down and didn't look up, slipping into the way he was supposed to be around other people. He reached up and slowly pulled off the clothes he was wearing, stopping when he was naked again.
"What are you doing in my home, Macnair?" Draco challenged him.
"Can't an old friend of the family come to visit?" Walden Macnair asked.
"I prefer polite notice of such," Draco replied, not sounding polite at all.
Macnair's eyes scrutinized Potter and then Draco. "Will you refuse me?" he asked.
Draco tensed. "No, I only don't like to be surprised," he said.
"I'll bet," Macnair sneered.
Harry took a few deep breaths as he listened, hoping it was just a visit and nothing else.
Draco ignored the barb. "Please wait in the sitting room," he said. "I will get changed and join you. Will you be staying for dinner?" he asked in his best host voice.
Macnair was looking at Harry again. "Sure, I will," he answered Draco. "Maybe you could let me entertain myself with your toy while you change."
Harry bit his lip again. He knew Draco didn’t like sharing, but he didn't want him to get in trouble.
Draco scowled. He was thinking, trying to find a plausible reason to turn down the request. It was actually common among Death Eaters to share their victims.
"You seem to have grown overly fond of your pet, Draco," Macnair said in a disapproving tone.
"I am not bored with him yet," Draco answered, trying for a cool tone. "I would not want him damaged."
"I would not destroy it," Macnair countered.
Draco gritted his teeth, hands clenching as he glanced at Potter. He could get them both killed if he refused. Macnair was no doubt here to check on Draco and report back to their master. "Very well," Draco said in a casual tone.
Harry swallowed, still not looking up to acknowledge anything that was said. Macnair said he wouldn't destroy him, but Harry was still scared.
Draco looked at Harry then. "Do as he says until I command otherwise," he said.
"Yes, Master," Harry said quietly.
Draco wanted to explain to Harry but he couldn't. He nodded, drew his wand and made the Quidditch gear and Harry's uniform disappear. He nodded to Macnair and then Apparated to his suite.
Now that Harry was alone, he was even more scared of what would happen without Draco around to help him.
Macnair grinned. "Come here," he told Harry.
Harry crawled over to him slowly, stopping at his feet.
Macnair wasted no time unbuttoning his robes and pulling out his already swelling cock. He was significantly larger than Draco, and he grinned as Harry's eyes widened. "Suck it, Potter," he snapped.
Harry leant in and sucked him into his mouth, not managing as much as he could with Draco.
"Make it good, Potter, or I might have to show you how much I detest you," Macnair sneered, hands on his hips as he watched Harry.
Harry used his tongue to move around the man’s cock, sucking gently. It was then that he realised he never did this for anyone else but Draco.
"More," Macnair barked. "Take it in or I'll shove it in."
Harry tried to suck more inside, but it was already hitting the back of his throat.
"Stop," Macnair barked.
Harry pulled back, looking down. He knew he hadn’t done well.
"Bend over that railing," Macnair sneered, pointing to the stone rail of the terrace.
Harry slowly got up and walked over to the railing, bending over it. Maybe it wouldn't hurt as bad since he and Draco had just had sex. He hoped so.
"Spread 'em" Macnair ordered, grabbing Harry’s arse with both hands and kicking at the inside of one leg.
Harry opened his legs widely, not wanting to make Macnair angry. He closed his eyes and just waited, waited for the pain that he hadn't felt in a long time.
Macnair shoved in without hesitation, pushing his thick cock in and stretching Potter more than he had been stretched since that last time in front of Voldemort. His newly healed hole burned in pain.
Harry screamed, Draco's earlier fuck not helping him at all. It felt as though he was being torn in two...again.
***
Draco had used Cleaning Charms and then dressed quickly, Apparating to the sitting room. But his "guest" was not there as directed. He began walking through the hall, looking. He heard the scream and nearly ran to the terrace. He stopped himself before he made the fatal mistake of rushing out and killing Macnair on the spot. He stood in the doorway, shaking. He had drawn his wand without even thinking about it.
Macnair was thrusting hard into Harry, fingers digging into his arse as he did and laughing at the man's screams.
Harry cried out and sobbed with every thrust, his hips slamming hard against the railing. He nearly called out for Draco twice, but stopped himself, not knowing how that would look.
Draco took deep breaths, trying to think of any way to stop this. He put his best calm face on and swaggered forward. "Macnair," he drawled, "you are a bit rough with someone else's toy."
Macnair scowled at the interruption, fucking harder and faster. "This...isn't...rough," he retorted.
Draco had seen Macnair "play" before and knew what he meant. He swallowed hard and desperately hoped the man would finish soon and be satisfied with that.
Harry only cried harder when he heard Draco's voice. He wanted Draco to help, to pull him away from what was happening. But at the same time he knew Draco couldn't. Both of their lives depended on it.
Draco looked out over the grounds, unable to watch Macnair rape Harry. He gritted his teeth at the sounds but didn't leave, knowing to do so would put Potter in more danger.
Macnair thrust several more times and then came with a grunt, pinning Harry between himself and the stone as he filled him.
Harry cried out again. He felt the stone rubbing his skin raw. He was in so much pain and there was nothing Draco could do until Macnair left.
Macnair laughed and stepped back, smiling as blood and come dripped down Harry's legs. "Nice toy, Malfoy," he sneered.
Draco looked then and his stomach clenched painfully at the sight of Harry's blood on the other man. "Yes," he said coldly.
Macnair didn't bother to clean it, but tucked himself away still covered in it. He grinned nastily at Draco. "I don't think I will bother with dinner," he said. "I got what I came for." He laughed and slapped Harry on the arse.
Harry jerked, already beginning to shake as he took a few deep breaths to try and calm down.
Draco scowled at the filthy, rude man and held his tongue.
Macnair laughed at his reaction and Disapparated away.
Harry was shaking where he was still bent over the wall. He didn't know if he could move yet.
Draco waited a minute to assure himself that Macnair was gone and then muttered an incantation that shut the wards to all but the Dark Lord himself. He strode forward then and caught Harry in his arms, Apparating them directly to the Potions Lab. Harry had a strange and distant look in his eyes, as if he couldn't see exactly what was in front of him. Draco lifted Harry in his arms, once again laying him on the worktable in the lab. "Talk to me," he said.
Harry didn't blink, his eyes watering again. "Hurts," he said quietly.
"Yes," Draco said, frowning. "I need to see how bad the damage is," he told him. "Roll on to your side, facing away from me."
Harry did as he was told, slowly rolling onto his side even though the skin around the area burned.
Draco adjusted Harry's body so he had a leg bent, spreading him open gently to check the damage. He used "Lumos" to examine him. He was angry. Furious. But not with Harry. The damage wasn't as bad as last time. Him stretching Harry earlier had probably helped reduce tearing. He cast a Cleaning Charm and then gently rolled Harry onto his back again so he could inspect the wounds on his hips. Badly bruised, probably bone-deep. "Lie still, but stay awake," he told him.
Harry nodded, staring up at the ceiling. He didn't know how he had managed to forget that he really wasn't anything more than a toy. A toy to be used and thrown away eventually.
Draco selected several potions, uncorking one of them and bringing it to Harry's lips, lifting the man's head with his other hand. "Drink," he said.
Harry drank the potion slowly, looking at Draco with tired eyes.
"You aren't bleeding as badly this time," Draco told him. "It's mostly...surface damage," he said. "This will help with the cuts and bruising."
Harry nodded, moving his head so he could lay it back on the table again.
Draco frowned down at the barely responsive Gryffindor. He was worried. He had never seen the man give up like this. He put the additional potions in a pocket and then picked Harry up, Apparating them to the bedroom.
Harry sighed as he lay on the bed with Draco, reaching to pull the pillow close as he breathed in deeply. "When can I sleep?"
"I couldn't stop him," Draco said, feeling helpless, as he covered the other man and stroked his hair from his face.
Harry watched Draco as he spoke, closing his eyes a bit when he stroked his hair. "I know. It's okay."
Draco leant in and pressed soft kisses to the other man's forehead and then his eyelids.
Harry sighed deeply. "I know you couldn't...I know."
The blond kissed Harry's cheeks and then his chin, fingers caressing his hair as he did. "I have to find a way," he said. "A way to stop...them before...before they kill you."
"What do you mean? Kill me while...they...they hurt me?" Harry asked.
Draco looked down at Harry, sadness in his eyes. "They will keep doing this until they kill you. And I...I can't just stand by and wait for it."
"What is there to do? They will kill you. Draco, I don't want that..." Harry said, looking up at him.
"I will be dead inside if you are gone," Draco answered quietly, watching Harry.
"But they will kill you," Harry insisted, tears welling up in his eyes.
"I don't want to die," Draco said. "I actually want to live. Now more than I have in a long time."
"Then how will you do it? In order to stop them you have to go against them..." Harry said.
"We have to consider our options, Harry," Draco said softly. "I have been thinking a lot about it. We either have to find a way to escape where he can't find us or we have to kill him."
Harry watched him carefully. Did Draco honestly want to sacrifice it all...for him? "What do we do?"
"If we run, it means leaving our whole world behind." He was whispering even though they were alone. "We would have to disappear. As long as he is in power, we could not show ourselves in the wizarding world again."
"I'm fine with that," Harry whispered softly. He had nothing left in this world except horrible memories.
"You grew up with Muggles, right?" Draco asked.
"Yes," Harry answered. "You didn't though."
"No, I didn't," Draco said. "I don't know a thing about living that way. You would have to teach me."
"It's the same...only the Muggle way," Harry said with a weak smile.
Draco snorted. "I can't even imagine living without a wand, let alone without money," he said. "But we would be alive, together. Is that what you want, Harry?”
Harry nodded slowly, watching him. "That's what I want, Draco."
"I can't change the Enslavement Spell," Draco whispered. "I can't make you not mine. There is no counter to it."
"It's fine. I've gotten better at following orders now anyway," Harry said.
"You have," Draco said. "We would have to live without wands, brooms or potions."
"I understand all of that," Harry replied. "Are you sure you can do it?"
Draco was quiet for a minute. "I am not sure I know how. But I am sure that I can't stand by and watch them torture you to death," he said.
"Then we can do it," Harry whispered, reaching over to touch Draco's cheek.
"The Enslavement Spell will still require you have sex with me everyday," Draco whispered, actually flushing as he said that.
"You know I haven't minded that recently," Harry said, blushing a bit too as he ran his finger down over Draco's red cheek.
"You did seem to be enjoying yourself out of the pitch," Draco said with smirk.
Harry flushed deeper, nodding a bit.
Draco leant in and caressed Harry's lips with his, licking softly at his lips.
Harry let Draco kiss him for a moment before he pulled away. "When do you want to do it?"
Draco smirked at the question because his first thought while kissing wasn't the escape plan. Then he pulled back, thinking seriously.
"It should be soon," Draco said. "Because I know the Dark Lord suspects me now and it won't be much longer before he decides to test me again."
"Maybe we should wait until just after the next meeting?" Harry asked. "That way we won't have to worry about him knowing we’ve left for a while."
Draco frowned. "But the next meeting he will...hurt you again, Harry," he said.
"I know, but you always take care of me after. I can make it, I made it before..." Harry said quietly.
Draco shuddered. "So far," he admitted. "But they may do something I can't fix."
"But I'll be alive…and that's what you want, right?" Harry asked.
"I want you whole," Draco said. "I bloody well want to take care of you. And I can't stop them. They will want more."
"If we leave before the next meeting, they'll try and find us immediately, Draco. That'll make it hard for us. Especially since we'll need time to figure out where to go and all." Harry paused, thinking. "And if it comes to the point where you can't fix whatever happens...there's always Muggle doctors. You know, they know what they're doing. Even if it's not as fast as magic."
Draco looked sceptical of the plan to use a Muggle doctor. "So I need to arrange a way for us to get out of England. Far away enough that can’t trace us. But to where?" he asked.
"I can only think of America. Everywhere around England too close..." Harry said, biting his lip.
"And you only speak English. So United States, Canada or Australia?" Draco asked.
"Aren't there more places in the Unites States?" Harry asked. He didn't know much about anywhere other than England.
"They are all really big places," Draco said. "Since we will be two men living together, it might be best to pick someplace where that doesn't upset the Muggles."
"Uhm, which one then? I don't know of a place that wouldn't have a problem..." Harry said, trailing off.
"New York City or San Francisco," Draco said.
Harry raised an eyebrow. How did Draco know about those places? "Which one is better?"
"I don't know," Draco admitted. "But the California one is supposed to be warmer. It is also farther away from England."
"Then we'll go there," Harry said with a nod. "The farther away, the better."
"We will need to make a series of illegal Portkey jumps to get that far undetected. It won't be easy or comfortable, and we can only take what we can carry," Draco explained.
"I don't have anything," Harry said softly. "And can you get some money out of the bank and exchange it for Muggle money?"
"I have to be careful about that," Draco said, but nodded. "If they catch me doing something like that, we will never make it."
Harry nodded. "Yeah, do that carefully. What else do we need?"
"Muggle identification," Draco said. "I might have an underground connection to help with that. So what will our new names be?"
Harry blinked, slowly shrugging. "I don't know. Maybe my middle name? James? Or is that too close..."
"Too obvious," Draco warned.
"Then...what about David for you?" Harry asked, looking up at him.
"David?" Draco asked.
Harry nodded, still looking thoughtful. "David...Morgan. That way you can keep your initials," Harry said with a smile.
Draco smiled. "Sure, if that's a name you will want to call out in the throes of passion," he teased.
"I can't call you Draco anymore? Not even when we're alone?" Harry asked, looking surprised.
"What if you slip in public?" the blond replied.
Harry bit his lip. "True...okay. Now you pick one for me."
Draco was serious for a minute, running through "H" names in his mind. "Mmm, Horace?" he teased.
Harry made a face, sticking his tongue out a bit. "No."
Draco chuckled. "Harlan," he said decisively. "Harlan Pearce."
"I like it. I'll always like Harry better, but Harlan's nice, too. And I get to keep my initials, good." Harry grinned.
"David and Harlan," Draco nodded, trying to get used to the idea.
"What else do we need? Maybe clothes?" Harry asked.
"Yes, though we can dress close enough to pass and then change after we Portkey to the other country," he said.
Harry nodded, understanding, and thinking of anything else. "That's it?"
"I don't know how we will live or where we will get money to live on," Draco said, "but it's got to be better than this."
"Jobs, Draco. We'll have to get jobs," Harry said, nodding a bit. "We can get a flat or something."
"What can you do?" Draco asked.
"Anything, really," Harry said, shrugging.
"You feeling better?" Draco asked, knowing the potions should have helped by now.
"Yeah, I guess," Harry whispered, not looking down to see.
Draco nodded, glad they had fucked before Macnair showed up as it meant Harry would have more time to heal too. He lay down beside Harry and opened his arms so that Harry could lie against him if he wanted.
Harry moved close, relaxing against him. He closed his eyes, but didn't go to sleep, too many thoughts were running through his mind.
Draco lay holding the other man and looking up at the canopy. He tried to imagine a life without the Manor, nice clothes, house-elves or magic. He didn't know very much about it, but it didn't sound pleasant. But then he tried to imagine life without Harry and realised it was more than he could bear. It was no contest.
Even with all the thoughts, Harry began to fall asleep in Draco's arms, hoping that he didn't have a nightmare again. When he was awake he could hold back the memories and just not think about what happened to him, but when he was asleep there was nothing he could do about it.