The Devil Runs Wild

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Disclaimer: Um..I don't own anything and if you didn't realize that, being on a FANFICTION site and all, then you are an idiot. Lol. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that was mean. But yeah, Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.

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****** ~Morning After~

A soft knock on the door woke Draco up. Harry turned over in the bed next to him, muttering something incoherent into his pillow. Draco rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at Potter’s head, snickering when Potter sputtered and sat up, scrambling with whatever he thought to be his attacker.

“Up then?” Draco asked, still amused by Potter’s dazed look.

“Huh?” Harry asked, looking across the small gap between the two beds to see Malfoy leaning back against the headboard and laughing. That’s when Harry realized that what he had in his hand was a pillow. A pillow from Malfoy’s bed.

“Damnit, Malfoy!” Harry said and threw the pillow back at Draco but Malfoy had his wand drawn quickly enough to freeze the pillow before it hit him.

“Aww, and I was trying to be nice,” Draco said, smirking. “Someone’s at the door, Potter.”

Harry looked at the door and sure enough, he heard a light knocking and then a tentative voice asking for him. Hermione.

Climbing out of bed, he reached the door and opened it.

“Harry!” Hermione said, glancing into the room, obviously trying to see what Malfoy was doing and her face turned to relief when she saw two beds and not one being used. “We should get started early, remember?” she said looking at Harry.

Harry nodded his head. “Yeah, yeah. We’re up.”

“Ok, I’ll go get breakfast started. You two should wash up,” Hermione said and turned to leave.

Closing the door, Harry heard Malfoy laughing and saying “Yes, Mrs. Weasley. Merlin, no wonder Weasley is dating her! He’s got to remember home!” Harry threw a glare at Malfoy but it did nothing to deter his laughter or stop him from making all sorts of incestuous suggestions. Harry sighed: Malfoy was such a prick.

And Harry had just had sex with him last night.

And he liked it.

Harry shuttered and looked away. “I’m going to shower,” Harry said simply, grabbing some clothes from his closet and then heading out, Malfoy’s laughter still ringing out behind him.

Walking into the bathroom and stripping his clothes, Harry realized that he hadn’t dreamed about Malfoy last night. He hadn’t dreamed about anything at all, to be exact, but not dreaming about Malfoy again was something he was thankful for. He hadn’t woken up with any..um..needs again - which, kind of defeated the point for Malfoy staying over in the first place. Malfoy had configured another bed for himself, saying he liked his space, but then talked with Harry for about an hour before they both fell asleep. They didn’t talk about much, not anything important, at least. They talked about Qudditch and inconsequential things like that but Malfoy had asked him about muggle television at some point and Harry was shocked that Malfoy would be interested in talking about anything muggle-related and what’s more, Malfoy had used the word “muggle” and not some derogatory name. Malfoy seemed to be fascinated by it and Harry had asked when Malfoy had ever seen one and Malfoy had replied with, “Snape had one and didn’t tell me it was a muggle device. That bastard.” Again, Harry was shocked, and not just by the fact that Malfoy had just called Snape a bastard. Snape had something that was muggle-made? Why were Slytherins so damn hard to figure out! Harry seethed a bit about that but Malfoy distracted him with tales of when he got his first broom. They fell asleep sometime after. All in all, Harry was glad that Malfoy had decided to stay. He didn’t have time to think about what had happened when Malfoy kept talking. It was…calming.

Stepping into the shower, Harry turned on the water, feeling the warm spray hit his chest, soothingly. Harry hadn’t dreamed about Malfoy last night: no Malfoy, no naked skin, no cock in his mouth…..Come to think of it, Harry had not actually seen Malfoy’s cock. He had felt it, oh god, had he felt it, but he hadn’t seen it. In fact, Harry had yet to see Malfoy completely naked. Looking down at himself as he washed his chest, Harry groaned pitifully as he saw his cock filling out. Even thinking about a naked Malfoy was enough to get him going and images of what Malfoy would look like continually flashed through his mind. Harry grabbed his own cock in his hand, not even trying to fight it anymore.

“Ah!” Harry jumped in surprise as the curtain was thrown open. Malfoy stood in front of him, smirking. Harry was panting up against the shower wall.

“Wanted a peek?” Malfoy asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking. That’s when Harry noticed: Malfoy was naked.

The first thing that Harry’s eyes decided to glance to first, was Malfoy’s cock, of course and Harry’s breathing sped up as he saw that Malfoy was hard, the pink head of his cock filled and pointing up towards Malfoy’s slim, slightly muscled abdomen. Malfoy’s cock was about as long as his own, but a bit thicker, surrounded by blond, curly hair. His balls hung down, looking full and round and Harry had a completely sexually driven urge to hold them in his hand and play….

“Do it,” Malfoy’s voice broke through his daze and Harry looked up to see Malfoy’s eyes looking him over, much like he had just been doing, and it made Harry shiver. Malfoy’s eyes was traveling up his chest, the warm water still sprinkling down it, and Harry pressed into the wall, nervously trying to back away from Malfoy’s gaze. Nervousness should be the farthest thing from Harry’s mind, considering what they had done last night, but for some reason, Harry was just as nervous, if not more, right now than he had been last night. They night before had just been so raw and rough that Harry’s mind hadn’t really been aware of all that was happening. But now…

“Come on, Potter,” Malfoy said and grabbed his hand, which Harry jerked away. Malfoy looked up at him, into Harry’s eyes and Harry was lost as Malfoy spoke. “Merlin, Potter! There’s no reason to be nervous. Just give me your hand so that I can do this with it,” and the movement of Malfoy’s hand caught his attention and Harry watched silently, panting, as Malfoy’s hand closed around his own, hard, long, thick cock and Harry, mesmerized, couldn’t look away. And then…ohmyfuckinggod, Malfoy’s hand moved up and down his cock in one slow, tantalizing touch that sent Harry’s mind elsewhere and his own hand reached out blindly to hold onto what Malfoy was so deliciously torturing in front of him.

A soft “Fuck!” was heard as Harry’s hand wrapped around Malfoy’s member, replacing the hand that had been there, which fell limply to Malfoy’s side. Harry just held it for a minute, feeling the thickness of it, the weight of it.

Malfoy let him hold him, patiently waiting for Harry to become acquainted with his cock. He sighed softly as Harry finally moved his hand, though.

Harry’s thumb slid up over the head gently and he felt a bit of liquid at the tip. He rubbed it around the pink head of the cock and heard a hitched breath. Harry just held to the strong cock as Malfoy stepped into the shower with him, slowly moving through the spray of the water to lean closer to Harry, pressing him into the wall and kissing his neck. Harry shivered, but held on tight to Malfoy’s cock. Malfoy moved his hand lightly up Harry’s arm, coming to rest behind his head. Malfoy grabbed his wet hair and roughly pulled his neck to the side, sliding his tongue up along the side of his neck.

Draco grinned as Potter moaned prettily and bit his neck to make it happen again. Potter’s hand, clenching and unclenching around his cock, as he nipped and sucked at Potter’s neck was added motivation. Draco sucked hard and Potter’s grip on his cock reached nearly unbearable levels. He groaned and jerked his hips.

Harry, feeling Malfoy’s cock slid up in his hand, began pulling and pumping the cock that had gotten harder in just these few seconds. Or minutes. Or hours, as it felt like to Harry.

“Fuck, yes,” Malfoy moaned and continued his assault on Potter’s neck, enjoying the sounds and sights of Potter as he did so. “Harder,” Malfoy hissed directly into Potter’s ear and Harry shivered, but complied, squeezing Malfoy’s cock tighter and pumping faster. Malfoy bit the back of his neck behind his ear and then sensually slid his tongue around the ridge of Harry’s ear. Harry moved his hand faster and Malfoy rewarded him by sticking his long tongue in his ear. Harry let out a choked gasp. Malfoy’s tongue continued to fuck his ear and Harry thought he was going to die, his cock was so hard. No one had touched his cock yet and it lied, hard and leaking between his stomach and his hand pumping Malfoy’s cock.

Malfoy took his tongue out of Harry’s ear long enough to mutter, “Both of us,” and Harry understood immediately, widening his hand to clasp both of their cocks together, moaning at the feel of Malfoy’s cock against his own. Malfoy groaned and Harry shivered as he felt it through his ear. Harry’s hand pumped both of them desperately as Malfoy’s tongue tortured his ear.

Soon, Malfoy’s hand gripped his hair tight and he felt Malfoy jerk his hips, driving his cock against his own and Harry gripped tighter and Malfoy came. The warm seed spilling over onto his own cock and Malfoy’s groan vibrating in his ear, sent Harry over the edge and he came, gasping.

Both of them breathing deeply, too tired to move, they just stood tangled together as the water cascaded down on them.

“Merlin,” Malfoy breathed out. Potter’s hand was still gripping their softening cocks and he looked at Potter to see his eyes glazed over, still out of it, obviously. He reached his hand down between their bodies and gently gripped Potter’s hand to move it off their cocks. Potter’s eyes slowly came back to reality and Malfoy let his hand fall to his side.

“Um…” Harry said, looking at Malfoy’s chest and not his face. “Um..thanks,” Harry said lamely.

Malfoy rolled his eyes, but enjoyed being thanked for his performance, nonetheless. He turned and stepped out of the shower. “Better hurry up and shower,” he said behind his shoulder. “Have to work today, Potter, and you will not - “ and Draco stopped as he saw Harry’s eyes lowered, checking out - no, not “checking out”, but mesmerized by his ass. “Merlin Potter!” Harry’s eyes snapped up and he blushed prettily. Malfoy chuckled and turned, stepping back into the shower.

*******

The eleventh house they arrived at was much more intact looking than any other house they had been to yet and the lights were on in one window on the second floor. It appeared as if someone still lived in the three-story house.

“Maybe we should ring?” Ron said and Hermione nodded.

“And what if whoever lives here now is a follower of the Dark Lord? Ever think of that?” Malfoy said, annoyed. “I say we just sneak in, look around, then leave, without getting caught, mind.”

“That’s trespassing!” Hermione snapped and Malfoy just shrugged. “Besides, whoever is in there might be able to help us! They could know if Regulus was here!” Hermione pointed out.

“Yeah!” Ron added.

“And what if whoever is in there is waiting for someone to come poking around just to blast our heads off?” Malfoy asked the dimwitted Gryffindors.

Harry realized that they all were looking at him to decide. Great. He didn’t want to chose. Malfoy made a good point but so did Hermione. Besides, siding against Malfoy was not something he was prepared to do, especially after receiving a mind-blowing groping session with him just this morning. Twice.

“Um…” Harry said.

“I think we should knock,” Hermione said, huffing and walked to the door, not waiting for anyone to answer. Ron ran after her and Harry shrugged as Malfoy glared at him.

Hermione had already knocked twice by the time Harry had caught up, Malfoy behind him, still glaring. The voice rang out from Harry didn’t know where but it sounded like an intercom system, without the intercom.

“Who’s there?” a rough, screechy voice rang out.

“It’s..,” Hermione started but realized she didn’t know who to say they were, “We’re looking for something. Perhaps you could help us?” No answer was given, but the door slowly opened to reveal a short, old, woman with long, gray hair hiding most of her wrinkled face, only her large, crooked nose sticking out. Her skin was a pale-ish green and Harry was reminded distinctly of the Wicked Witch of the West from Wizard of Oz, a movie he once saw on Dudley’s seventh birthday. Harry looked to see Ron grimace. Malfoy kept a straight face, but Harry was sure he was cringing inside.

“What is it you seek?” the woman said in a screechy voice. Ron grimaced again.

“We’re looking for something that belonged to someone we know,” Hermione said. She appeared to be the only one not put out by the woman’s appearance.

“R.A.B?” the woman asked, slowly pronouncing each letter.

Hermione’s face lit up and Ron turned to give a “I-told-you-so” look to Malfoy on behalf of his girlfriend and Malfoy just glared.

“Yes!” Hermione cried. “Do you know him?”

The lady nodded her head and opened the door wider to usher them all inside. Upon entering, Harry was shocked to see how bizarrely decorated the front hall was. There were pictures of lots of hairy animals that Harry couldn’t remember the names of. They were snarling and growling from their portraits and Harry stayed away from them as they were guided down the hall. Malfoy seemed to glide closer to him and made sure to keep him walking straight, and away from the portraits on either side. Harry didn’t know how he felt about his actions, but he wasn’t going to think on it now.

Walking into a warm room, a fire blazing from a fireplace in front of a comfortable sitting area, the four of them were directed to sit down by the old, greenish woman. The woman walked to in front of the fireplace and proceeded to take her wand out and point it at them. Hermione’s eyes widened and Ron squeaked. Malfoy already had his wand drawn on the old woman and Harry followed suit.

“Don’t worry,” the woman grunted, a rough sound that hurt Harry’s ears. “Searching, just searching,” and she cast a spell that was, in fact, just a searching spell and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. Harry lowered his wand and Malfoy did as well, not before glaring at Hermione for not being on guard. Weasley, he knew, could never be expected to be of help, but Granger was the one that ran and knocked on the damn door without thinking of the consequences. Stupid Gryffindor, Malfoy thought. ‘No trespassing,’ my ass.


Malfoy sat quietly as the ugly, old woman searched them with basic identification charms and truthful/intent spells. The woman was looking to see that they were not dangerous. She passed Granger and Weasley quickly and then Potter right after that but gave him a suspicious look as she searched him.

“Why are you here?” she asked.

Draco hesitated but answered truthfully when he didn’t see a need to lie (and realizing that not being truthful might cause the woman to keep her information to herself), “For him,” Draco said and looked at Potter. Harry eyes widened a bit, but he quickly collected himself and didn’t think about it, just like Draco had been training him to do all day. Not think about him sexually, romantically, or in any other way except to remember that he was the one who broke his nose last year.

“Intent is clear,” the old woman said to herself. She then bustled about the room for a bit - doing what, who knows? Then she came back to the waiting four and cast a spell at the fireplace. The fire immediately disappeared and a dark hole grew in the back. It widened and stretched until it was about large enough to crawl through. The woman turned to them and pointed at Harry. “You!” Harry jumped at her rough tone. “Go there!” the woman said, pointing to the hole in the back of the fireplace.

“Um…” Harry said, looking at the dark space wearily.

“Go now! No time!” the woman said and gestured for him to get up. He did.

“Um..ok?” Harry looked at Hermione who nodded at him to go ahead and Ron shrugged. Malfoy’s the one that told him to wait.

“What are you doing? You can’t go alone!” Malfoy said, getting to his feet to follow Harry. The woman stopped him.

“No, no, no. Must go alone. Only him. Only him,” the woman said. Malfoy just glared at the woman and proceeded to go after Harry but was shoved back by the old woman, who had far more strength in her than would be perceived. “No!” she screamed.

“It’s ok, Malfoy. Just stay here,” Harry said.

“Stupid Gryffindor! It could be a trap!” Malfoy screamed.

“I’m not stupid!” Harry yelled back.

“You are too!”

“Am not!” Harry yelled. “Just shut up and sit down, Malfoy! I’ll be right back!” and Harry proceeded to the fireplace and crawled into the hole before Malfoy could say anything back.

The wall closed up behind him.

*********

Draco was seething, pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, waiting for that stupid, idiot Potter to return. He’d been gone for nearly five minutes now!

“Malfoy, calm down!” Hermione said, but Draco just glared at her. The old woman was offering them a plate of crumpets and Draco sneered at her.

“Soon,” she said, trying to reassure the boy who was only here for the other one. The boy continued to glare at her.

“He better be,” Draco said. “Or it’s your head,” he growled.

The old woman giggled, knowing the boy could not possible harm her in her own home. “Caring is not in your nature,” the woman giggled.

“Caring? I don’t care! What are you talking about, you old hag!” Draco said angrily. The woman just giggled and ate a crumpet.

“Why do you?” Ron asked inquiringly. “Why do you care what happens to Harry?”

Draco glared. “I don’t care!” he yelled.

The space in the fireplace reopened and Harry climbed out again, holding some sort of statue in his hand. Draco tried not to let a relieved look mar his features, but couldn’t be sure if he had succeeded as checked Potter with his eyes for any injuries he may have suffered. Harry stood and dusted himself off.

“I’ve got it,” Harry said, raising the statue.

*********

Back at Grimmauld Place, the three of them were trying to figure out how to destroy the statue. So far, nothing was working - no potions, no spells, no nothing.

“I know!” Ron shouted and threw the statue on the ground as hard as he could. He only succeeded in denting the floor, which Hermione fixed easily.

“Honestly, Ron,” she said, picking up the statue carefully and setting it back on the kitchen table.

“What? It could have worked!” Ron said, shrugging.

“You…are…an…idiot,” Draco said slowly and chuckled when it got a reaction out of Ron.

“Well, what do we do?” Harry said, ignoring Malfoy and Ron, who were yelling at each other now.

“I’m not sure,” Hermione said, biting her lip. She really didn’t know what to do now. They had tried everything. The potion from last time hadn’t worked this time. She worried that she had failed again. No, she told herself. She would find a way to destroy it. She had to. For Harry, for Ron. It was her job.

Hermione lifted the statue again, examining it closely. It was a gray, stone statue with the shape of a unicorn. She studied the blank stare of the unicorn but then shrieked as Ron bumped into her shoulder and she dropped the statue.

“Malfoy!” Harry had screamed at Draco, who had just shoved Ron away from him and into Hermione.

“What?” Malfoy asked innocently. Harry turned away from Draco’s soft features that seemed to draw him in and looked over to wear Ron was apologizing to Hermione. Hermione was staring at the floor for some reason, though. Looking down, Harry gasped.

The statue had a small, thin break in it’s side.

“How did..Hermione, how did you do that?” Harry asked. They hadn’t been able to damage the statue at all and Hermione dropping it finally causes it to break?

“What is it?” Malfoy asked, coming over to Harry’s side. Harry tried not to think about Malfoy being so close.

“You broke it?” Ron asked, bewildered.

“I guess I did,” Hermione said. She then crouched down to pick it up. She proceeded to drop it again. It cracked a bit more.

“Drop it again,” Malfoy said.

She picked it up and dropped it again. The crack on it’s side opened wider.

Ron crouched down and tried it as well but he wasn’t able to leave a mark on the unicorn.

“Only Hermione can break it?” Ron asked, confused.

“Don’t you see?” Malfoy said and all looked over at him. “She’s muggle-born.”

“Huh?” Harry asked, confused too.

Hermione’s eyes widened in understanding. “Of course!” she said and picked up the statue again, climbed onto the table, and threw the statue with all her might at the floor. The statue shattered into pieces, light bursting out of the statue and screaming unlike any Harry had ever heard before filled the room. The all covered their ears from the screeching sound. The light from the statue slowly faded and the pieces of statue turned to dust. Harry uncovered his ears.

“Of course!” Hermione said, smiling brightly at having destroyed the horcrux.

“Er..what?” Ron asked, looking confusedly at Hermione as she climbed down from the table.

“I’m not a pure blood, Ron. Only I could destroy it!” Hermione said, excitedly using her hands to talk. “It was spelled and could only be destroyed by a muggle-born.”

“It’s the perfect defense,” Malfoy added, seeing Harry’s confused look.

“Right,” Hermione said. “If Voldemort was worried about his horcrux getting destroyed by any of his pure blooded followers, why not make it impossible for any them to do so?” Hermione kept grinning, pleased that she was the one able to do it, to be here to help Harry.

“Wow,” Harry said. That really was a good defense. “But what if Voldemort wanted to destroy it?”

“Why would he want to do that?” Ron asked.

“I don’t know…” Harry said. “But, just what if he did?”

“He’d kidnap a muggle and make them do it,” Draco said from behind him.

“Oh,” Harry said, understanding. He looked at Hermione, who was still beaming. “I’m glad you were here, Hermione,” he said and Hermione’s grin widened.

Yes, Hermione Granger was very pleased and relieved that she finally felt helpful again.


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