The Death Eater

Harry was eating his breakfast unenthusiastically and reading through his notes on Transfiguration before his tutoring later in the morning when Sirius, Remus and Mrs Weasley came in. Harry ignored their presence for the time being, focusing on his work and trying to ignore the little burn of betrayal inside him. It was stupid and he didn’t really understand why he felt that way, but sometimes looking at them (especially when Sirius and Remus exchanged those sickeningly affectionate touches) he really hated them.

“Harry? Can we talk to you?” Remus asked politely, hesitantly. The others were looking at him, and Harry had the sinking suspicion that he was being ambushed.

“Okay.” He replied softly, his eyes narrowed a little but his face open.

“Harry, we were thinking. Your marriage to... Your marriage was never consummated. So, you can get an annulment.” Sirius told him, smiling at him as though it was a good thing, although there was pain at the edges, and he winced when he nearly spoke Draco’s name.

“An annulment? Are you serious?!” Harry yelped, a hand lowering instinctively to his belly as the other gripped the table edge. Revulsion had welled up in the back of his throat at the idea. “I’m carrying Draco’s baby, I don’t think they’re likely to grant an annulment!”

“Harry!” Sirius hissed, although he wasn’t certain exactly which of his words had caused the disagreement. “It doesn’t matter, the marriage contract states that you have to consummate the marriage after the wedding, it mentions nothing about before it; so you can annul it. And until you give birth and the baby can be verified as his, according to the law the baby counts as yours and yours alone. If you’d been married before you fell pregnant that’s one thing, but because the wedding happened after conception, the law gets a bit funny. So your being pregnant won’t affect the annulment.” Sirius smiled warmly at Harry, obviously thinking that Harry would be happy to get out of the marriage. Presumably they had all been thinking that when they had sent his husband away – he wasn’t stupid enough to believe that Draco had gone on his own.

He probably should be happy to get out of the marriage, as a matter of fact.

“So... So I’d just file for an annulment? How?”

“No need to do anything like that! We had all the paperwork done. You and... He... Just needs to sign it. One signature, and this is all over with. You and the baby can move on without worrying about him ever again.”

“It’s the best thing for everyone, Harry. You can’t stay married to a man like that, and you know it.”

“Yes, I know it.”


“I’m taking the papers to him myself.” He announced, gripping the parchment tightly and staring Snape down fiercely. The other man was insistent that he would be the one to tell Draco of the annulment, but Harry had no intentions of anyone but himself going. Still, that meant persuading his overprotective guardians to let him go, and forcing Snape to give him Draco’s address.

“No, you arrogant little beast! I will not have you causing him even more pain that this... annulment already will.” Snape snarled in reply. His face had twisted in anger on the word annulment. He bit his lip, feeling ridiculously relieved that at least one person was thinking of Draco in all this. He might be a rapist and a bastard, but the baby in his belly was Draco’s as well and he didn’t deserve to loose them both like this.

“I think I deserve to see him, to close this properly. And I think he deserves this to come from me directly. I won’t cause him any more pain than necessary, I promise you.” Harry told Snape quietly, sincerity in his voice and eyes. Snape closed his eyes in defeat, and handed over the slip of parchment bearing Draco’s address. Harry nodded his head in gratitude, and set off through the Floo.

He clambered carefully to his feet on the other side of the grate, his eyes darting around the room in surprise. Unlike the ostentatious greeting room of the Manor, Harry had arrived here in a small parlour with nice, simple furniture, and an unfamiliar House-Elf staring at him with wide, astonished eyes. He smiled weakly at it, and asked after Draco. The Elf disappeared with a loud crack without saying a word to him, leaving Harry standing in the Parlour alone and uncertain. Draco, however, arrived a few moments later, heralded by another Elf with a tea-tray.

“Harry?” He asked him, staring in apparent surprise at the other man. The Elf had announced Harry’s presence, but it hadn’t told Draco who he was, and Draco had clearly not been ready for his presence. “What are you doing here? Why have you come? I told you everything I needed to in my letter last week, and you won’t persuade me to apologise.”

“I haven’t come for your apologies. You’re the only one who hasn’t apologised for some part of what happened, and I wouldn’t have you do it. You don’t feel sorry, do you?” Harry demanded, staring Draco in the eyes in a way he never had before. It was surprisingly easy to face the man who had cowed him for so long, and for all that he had been Draco’s slave, his pet; this didn’t feel so different. He and Draco had always seen each other clearly.

“No, I don’t feel sorry. Not for anything.” Draco admitted. He eyed Harry as well, refusing to look away or appear ashamed for it. For all that he had been brought down, he was still a proud Malfoy after all.

“Not even for being married to me? It’s one thing... Having sex with someone. Getting someone pregnant. It’s something else entirely marrying them.” Draco swallowed, still watching Harry closely, and a faint smile turned up the corners of his lips.

“No, I’m not sorry. I think not marrying you would be the one thing I would be forever sorry for. And for me it was never sex; nor just getting someone pregnant. You’re my husband and that is my child, I’ll never be sorry for that. Even if I never see either of you again.” Harry watched him as he spoke, calculated the spark in his eyes, the pain and the happiness. He nodded decisively.

“You have one minute to make a decision about the future, about where we go from here. In one minute I expect you to be lying naked on your bed. If you’re not, I’ll know the decision, and you’ll never see either of us again.”

Harry turned away from Draco and walked into the bathroom, locking himself away from the other man for the duration of the minute. He paced inside the tiny room, berating himself for his stupid questions, and even worse for the incredibly idiotic, Gryffindor thing he was about to do. He should just take the annulment scroll out and make Draco sign it. He should make him sign it, and leave, and never have to deal with him again.

But he was fed up of other people trying to run his life. He hadn’t wanted an annulment; not having parents was awful and he had no intentions of taking his daughter’s father from her. But they had decided he needed an annulment, and had arranged this without even asking him what he wanted. So he’d come here intending to make sure no one could force him into an annulment. It was ridiculous, it was stupid, it was... Exactly what he wanted. He smiled slowly and left the room, hurrying without actually running into the bedroom.

Draco was lying on the bed, naked bar a small throw-pillow draped fetchingly over his more private areas. It made Harry’s little smile widen, just one more proof of the shift in their relationship. Draco had made Harry suck on that cock until his lips and tongue had gone numb; he’d fucked him with it repeatedly and sometimes nearly viciously; he’d forced Harry to hold it, stroke it, clean it and kiss it. And now he was embarrassed enough to hide it from Harry’s view even though Harry had specifically told him to get it out.

He reached down and carefully pulled the shield away, running one finger down the revealed cock, grinning as it flushed and started to rise. Harry knew this cock intimately, knew exactly how to make it rise up and greet him eagerly; and with Draco lying prone and willing under him he would use his accumulated knowledge to his advantage to make Draco come for him. Spectacularly.

Almost as soon as Draco was uncovered a pink flush had spread across his cheeks and down his chest, but his cock rose for him obediently as Harry’s hand wrapped around it. He smirked at his husband and bent down, suckling at the tip as Draco had taught him he liked best. A few more sucks and he dipped his head further, taking in more and swallowing around it. Practice had make an expert of him, and he managed fairly well for some time before taking over with his hand and the occasional suckle. Draco was arching and groaning in that way that he did just before he came, one hand curling in the bed sheets underneath him in lieu of Harry’s hair, and the other curled against his own thigh. Harry dipped his head down, sucking him in deeper and holding him in his throat, swallowing rapidly as Draco succumbed to his talents and finally came.

While Draco was still settled in his mouth, relaxed as he could ever get, Harry smuggled his free hand up between his thighs, catching saliva and come on his finger and running it between the other man’s cheeks, gently pushing the finger against his tiny, tight anus, wiggling it carefully and pushing it gently inside. Draco gasped and arched under him, opening himself up a little more so Harry’s finger could burrow deeper, first just the one, then two. The third finger teased him mercilessly before slipping in on a whined beg, burrowing deeply into Draco and spreading him carefully open. Harry’s fingers were persistent and forceful as they twisted inside the other man despite his attempts at denial and escape, and soon they had succeeded in weakening Draco down. When Harry pushed his hips into the vacated space between Draco’s legs and settled himself at Draco’s opening, the other man was nervously wriggling under him, but acquiescing eagerly. Harry pushed gently, lovingly into his husband, allowing all of the emotions he had carefully hoarded for this man in the tender moments they had shared to seep through into each touch and caress.

Draco cried out softly as Harry breached him, his limbs trembling tensely and his eyes fluttering as though he wanted to look away from Harry’s burning eyes but incapable of breaking their gaze. Harry wondered just how difficult this must be for the other man; so used to dominating him, being in control; to submit. How vulnerable he must feel to open himself like this and risk himself. He hoped Draco knew now what he had made Harry feel in that Manor, in his bed, but he doubted it. A part of Harry burned to be underneath his partner, to be loved and cared for; but for Draco the reverse was true. Draco wanted to hold, and love, and look after. He was at his best when Harry was completely vulnerable to him and he could care for Harry. This submission was an act of love on Draco’s part, and Harry wanted to honour that; but it was not an act of desire. If Draco got his way, even for a second, Harry would soon find himself on his back and speared again.

For now, however, Harry was in control, and Draco would learn to submit. He grinned briefly, devilishly, at his lover and husband, and made the first deep thrust. Draco moaned shakily, unsure if it was pain or pleasure, and Harry made another. This time Draco seemed to have decided it was pleasurable, because he pushed back. A few more thrusts and they were rocking together wonderfully, in tandem as they always had been despite the reversal of positions. Achingly familiar despite the differences. Even Draco’s orgasm was the same, and Harry could almost feel the ghost of semen brushing into him, and a burning ache filled his gut as he thought of it, as he came himself and filled Draco.

Afterwards, sweaty and sated, Harry kissed Draco. Just once, a lingering press of lips and a sleepy caress, before he pushed himself off the bed. He ignored the ache that lingered even now from the attack, and began to dress. Draco watched him from the bed, seemingly incapable of looking away from Harry. When he was fully dressed, Harry allowed himself to look at Draco. Draco opened his mouth as though to talk, but a few moments later closed it impotently. Harry smiled faintly, and nodded once before leaving. Before he lit the Floo he tossed the now useless annulment papers into the flames.

At the headquarters, a number of people were waiting, looking anxious as he had taken longer than expected. When he Flooed in, they stood attentively, expectantly. Murmurs and confusion began to spread at his dishevelled appearance and the lack of papers. He smiled faintly at them all. “There won’t be an annulment after all.” He announced softly, and walked out without listening to the explosion that followed in the wake of his bombshell.