Harry Potter and The Secret Keeper (BP2)
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Marking His Territory
Chapter Number/Total: 18/44
Chapter Title: Marking His Territory
Words: 2629 Words
Harry bit his lip and nodded, finally leaving for the bathroom. He took a rather short shower, even though he felt like he needed a long one, but he couldn't bring himself to stay away from Draco for longer than he needed. He was heading back to their room in just over ten minutes, towel wrapped around his hips. He could think of nothing else except what Draco wanted to talk to him about. At least he doesn't want to leave you, Harry reminded himself.
Draco set about cleaning up the room. Harry was a slob. First, Draco got dressed. Then he stripped the bed of the now very rank sheets and began collecting Harry's and his dirty clothes and piling them on top the sheets.
Harry walked into their room and paused, silently watching Draco.
"This place really is a mess," Draco said to Harry as he finished his task. Then he sat down on the bed and looked at Harry.
Harry was afraid to say anything that might upset Draco, so he merely nodded and walked over to his trunk. He dropped his towel on the floor next to it and then reached around to find some clothes.
Draco sat watching him. Gods, he loved watching Harry. He loved Harry.
Harry dressed quickly and then turned to face Draco and coughed.
Draco arched an eyebrow at Harry and leaned back on his hands, one construct and one real.
"Er, are you going to tell me what was wrong now?" Harry asked, picking his towel back up to dry his hair better.
"You fuck me in front of a room of your friends and you wonder why I am upset the next day?" Draco asked.
Harry frowned, very confused. "But, I thought you - I thought you said you - " he said rather dumbly.
Draco closed his eyes, sighing. Even now his face started to flush again. "You asked me, under a spell that requires honesty, to confess one of my most secret sexual fantasies and you got it. Did you think about why it was secret?"
Harry bit his lip. "No," he said and he stood there quietly for a bit. "Why didn't you tell me no? I wouldn't have done it if I'd thought you didn't want to," he said quietly.
"You already knew I wanted to. That was part of the original question." Draco sighed. "But that didn't mean that I ... that I could handle it."
"I'm sorry," Harry said. "I'm really, really sorry. You have my permission to do whatever you want to me. Punch me, kick me and embarrass the shit out of me - anything you want."
Draco shook his head and sat up, resting his elbows on his knees. He patted the bed next to him. "Come here," he said.
Harry stood for a few more seconds and then came and sat next to Draco on the bed. He stared at the floor, feeling stupid and horrible for what he'd done.
Draco turned sideways on the bed, facing Harry, hooking one leg around Harry's back. "Look at me," he said.
Harry sighed and looked up at Draco.
"Did you know that was not my first time having sex in public?" he asked.
Harry's eyes widened. "No," he said slowly.
Draco looked down at his hands, "You never have asked me about my past, and I figured you didn't want to know."
"I didn't know that there was that much of a past," Harry said, still speaking slowly. "You can tell me whatever you want to, Draco."
"Want to?" Draco shook his head. "Sometimes I wish my life started in the Room of Requirement with you."
Harry sighed. "I know what you mean," he said. "What have you done before?" he asked, not really sure that he wanted to know, but also sort of sensing that Draco might have a need to tell him.
"Well, that game we were playing," Draco said hesitantly. "It's one of several played in Slytherin. And dares are usually pretty ... intense there."
Harry raised an eyebrow, but stayed silent, inviting Draco to continue if he wanted to.
Draco shrugged. "First time I ... touched .. another boy was in that kind of game."
Harry swallowed. "What were you supposed to do?" he asked quietly.
Draco still didn't look up. "Suck someone off."
Harry took a breath. "That was the first time and you had to suck someone off?" he asked.
Draco nodded. "One of the older boys. Really pretty embarrassing, actually. Didn't know what I was doing."
"How old were you?" Harry asked. Nothing like that went on in Gryffindor.
Draco shrugged. "Thirteen."
"What else have you had to do?" Harry asked, wondering just how experienced Draco had been before he'd gotten with him.
"Had to do?" Draco asked. "It's not like I didn't enjoy it, Harry."
Harry made a face at that. "Well, fine then. What else have you done then?"
Draco flushed again. "Well, snogged both boys and girls. With boys, wanked and been wanked by others; same with sucking. And pretty much the normal fucking with Pansy." He hadn't looked at Harry in a while, but he glanced up after the list.
Harry cleared his throat. "Am I the only boy you've ever had sex with?" he asked, unable to help himself.
Draco snorted. "Very Gryffindor. You mean fucked right? Because I consider sucking someone to be sex, too. But yes, you are the only one I have had inside me or been inside that way. Although, I have been present when others did it."
Harry thought it might be bad to say, "Good," so he merely nodded, but he couldn't help that that knowledge made him feel better.
"You like that, don't you?" Draco said, smirking. "In fact, you wish I had never even touched anyone else?"
Harry once again found that he didn't know what the right answer would be. "Erm...?" he said, sort of half-shrugging.
Draco laughed. "You don't get it, do you? You don't even know why yourself? Do you know why that turned me on? But even more important, why you wanted to fuck me in front of your friends?"
Harry raised his eyebrows. He wondered what Draco meant. "Why?" he asked.
"You were marking your territory, my lion," Draco laughed. "You love putting me on display and making sure everyone knows I am yours."
Harry stared at Draco for a bit. He supposed he was very right. "I guess so," he said, smiling slightly. "Why did it turn you on?"
Draco flushed. "Well, that's where it gets even more complicated."
"What is it?" Harry asked, frowning a bit again.
"Haven't you ever had something that you wanted, that turned you on but that you were ashamed about?" Draco asked.
Harry thought. "Well... maybe you at first, because I didn't even know anything about you and I was pretty sure you were working for Voldemort. I wanted you really bad, but at the time I thought that I probably shouldn't feel that way... As for something like a kink, I guess there are a few things..."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "You have quite a number of kinks, Harry. Are there ones you are ashamed of?"
"Maybe..." Harry said slowly. "But I don't know if I'm ashamed of them, or if I'm just too embarrassed to say what they are... but I suppose that's the same thing."
"Possibly," Draco said, considering. "What I found out in those games is that one of my kinks is exhibitionism. I get turned on by being watched, or heard, or by the danger of possibly being caught. But when it was just sex, I wasn't as ... embarrassed."
"Just sex?" Harry asked, cocking his head to the side.
"Yes, just sex," Draco said. "I mean, just sucking or wanking someone off or even fucking. But, Harry, what you do to me isn't just sex or just fucking."
"It isn't?" Harry asked, although he thought he might know what Draco meant.
Draco's breath sucked in for a minute, a spark running down his spine as he looked at Harry. "No," he said quietly, "certainly not. It's much more intimate than anything I have ever seen or felt before. You turn me inside out and fill me up again. That's what your friends saw and felt. It wasn't just sex. It wasn't whether or not the blanket stayed on. It was what you do to me that shocked them."
Harry's cheeks flushed with heat. "I - oh," he said. "I'm really sorry - maybe they shouldn't have seen..."
Draco flushed too but smiled, leaning forward to kiss Harry. "I don't know how they will handle it," Draco whispered, "but I thank you for giving me everything I need, even when it scares the hell out of me."
Harry kissed Draco for a second and then blew air out of his mouth. "Merlin, I feel like an idiot now," he said. "I get too carried away. Maybe it has something to do with never having sex in my entire life, and then having so much in almost every way imaginable in just a few months."
Draco chuckled. "Or maybe you just are the kind of person who gets carried away with whatever he does?"
Harry thought for a minute and then nodded. "Yes, or that," he said.
"Good," Draco smirked, "because you have carried me away and now you are stuck with me."
Harry grinned. "There's no one else I'd rather be stuck with," he said, opening his arms so ask for a hug.
Draco slid happily into Harry's arms, holding him tight. "Always," he said, sighing.
Harry hugged Draco to him. "I don't like fighting with you in any way shape or form," he said. "I have a horrible temper and I say things I don't mean, so just warn me if you're angry and I'll just leave the room or something. You terrified me in the bathroom. I thought that you were so mad because of what I made you do and you were going to - just warn me, okay?"
Draco laughed and shook his head. "It's not like I have any warning either," he said. "I get mad too and sometimes it takes me a while to figure out why."
Harry sighed. "I suppose we can't leave Potter and Malfoy behind forever. They like to make appearances sometimes, although I greatly prefer Harry and Draco." He squeezed Draco a bit. "I love you," he said.
***
After a while of quiet snuggling, Draco sighed. "Your stomach is getting loud," he said. "Maybe we should find out if the hordes have left any food in the house."
Harry sighed and gulped. "Yeah, I guess," he said, although he was a bit afraid and embarrassed to face his friends. "I hope they don't kill me," he said.
Draco huffed and got out of bed, pulling Harry up with him. "Hey, they could have left the room any time," he said and pushed his lover toward the door.
Harry winced and walked out onto the landing. There were a few people on the stairs, but they were only guests that had stayed for the wedding and, thankfully, not anyone who had been in the living room last night. When he got to the kitchen however, he saw Ginny, Neville, Ron, and Hermione.
Hermione coloured as she saw Harry and he tried not to look at her as he sat at the table that was piled with leftovers from the wedding.
Draco put on his best confident smirk and walked in with his head held high. "Gods, I am starved," he said.
Harry started making a plate and no one said anything to him or Draco. Normally, there usually would have been good mornings or hellos. Harry tried to act like nothing was wrong, but just the fact that he didn't say anything either indicated that there was.
Draco started making himself a cup of tea. "Bloody Gryffindor prudes," he muttered.
Harry sighed and finally looked up at his friends. "Alright," he said. "I know what I did last night. You all know what I did last night. I'm a bit embarrassed about it now, but you all didn't have to watch if you didn't want to, although, I still probably shouldn't have done it. It's over now and I did it, so there's no point in dwelling on it."
"Well said, Harry," said Ginny. "We didn't have to watch."
"I didn't!" said Ron.
"Good," muttered Draco, leaning against the counter and sipping his tea.
Just then, Seamus and Dean walked in and Seamus turned bright red and didn't look at Harry or Draco.
Harry winced. He supposed all of his friends would probably be like this for a while, except for Ginny it seemed.
Draco huffed and reached over Ron shoulder to take a roll off the table, shaking his head as Ron practically fell out of his chair to avoid being touched by Draco. "It isn't contagious, Weasel."
Ron scowled at Draco.
Ginny snorted.
Harry blew air out his nose.
Fred and George entered the kitchen now. "So you two are finally up?" asked Fred, looking at Harry and Draco.
Harry nodded.
"You blokes didn't really -" George humped the air "- in the living room in front of all these guys, did you?"
Fred laughed, clearly just as disbelieving as his brother.
Harry winced.
Draco raised both eyebrows. "That didn't take long. Is it in the Prophet already?"
Fred and George's mouths dropped open at the same time. "You were telling the truth?!" Fred asked Ron.
Harry glared at Ron.
Ron shrugged apologetically.
"Holy shit," said George. "Is there anything you won't do?"
Draco hid his flush by turning back to the counter and refilling his teacup.
"Can we not talk about it?" asked Harry. "Please?"
"You want to screw someone in front of people and then you care if people talk about it? Strangest thing I ever heard," said Fred.
Hermione sent both Fred and George death glares.
"Merlin, guys, please?" Harry begged.
The twins chuckled. "All right," said Fred, "but only if we can refer to you now as 'The Boy Who Shagged'."
Draco leaned over the counter, his back to the rest of the room and his hand covering his very flushed face. He had set the teacup down and was holding onto the counter with his construct hand. He gritted his teeth, unsure whether or not he had the urge to laugh or scream at the moment. He concentrated on breathing instead.
Harry glared and his face burned.
Fred and George howled with laughter.
"That's enough now, yeah guys?" asked Ginny, but she was smiling slightly.
It wasn't getting any better. Draco actually would rather Fred and George had been there last night than hear them discussing it now. And to make matters worse, the thought turned him on. He was leaning against the counter, getting turned on and unable to face anyone. This just wouldn't do at all.
"Just bloody shut the hell up!" said Harry.
"What you going to do if we don't?" laughed George, tears in his eyes. "Hump our legs?"
Fred couldn't breathe, he was laughing so hard. "I'm gonna piss myself!" he gasped. "Oh, but wait - that might turn Harry on!"
That really was all he could handle. Draco closed his eyes, blocking out everyone else and concentrated. He Apparated out of the room.
Harry jumped to his feet. "Look what you did!" he said, he pushed Fred as he passed by him, but Fred simply fell to the floor, laughing. Harry ran up the stairs to his and Draco's room, wondering if that was where he'd gone.
Chapter Title: Marking His Territory
Words: 2629 Words
Harry bit his lip and nodded, finally leaving for the bathroom. He took a rather short shower, even though he felt like he needed a long one, but he couldn't bring himself to stay away from Draco for longer than he needed. He was heading back to their room in just over ten minutes, towel wrapped around his hips. He could think of nothing else except what Draco wanted to talk to him about. At least he doesn't want to leave you, Harry reminded himself.
Draco set about cleaning up the room. Harry was a slob. First, Draco got dressed. Then he stripped the bed of the now very rank sheets and began collecting Harry's and his dirty clothes and piling them on top the sheets.
Harry walked into their room and paused, silently watching Draco.
"This place really is a mess," Draco said to Harry as he finished his task. Then he sat down on the bed and looked at Harry.
Harry was afraid to say anything that might upset Draco, so he merely nodded and walked over to his trunk. He dropped his towel on the floor next to it and then reached around to find some clothes.
Draco sat watching him. Gods, he loved watching Harry. He loved Harry.
Harry dressed quickly and then turned to face Draco and coughed.
Draco arched an eyebrow at Harry and leaned back on his hands, one construct and one real.
"Er, are you going to tell me what was wrong now?" Harry asked, picking his towel back up to dry his hair better.
"You fuck me in front of a room of your friends and you wonder why I am upset the next day?" Draco asked.
Harry frowned, very confused. "But, I thought you - I thought you said you - " he said rather dumbly.
Draco closed his eyes, sighing. Even now his face started to flush again. "You asked me, under a spell that requires honesty, to confess one of my most secret sexual fantasies and you got it. Did you think about why it was secret?"
Harry bit his lip. "No," he said and he stood there quietly for a bit. "Why didn't you tell me no? I wouldn't have done it if I'd thought you didn't want to," he said quietly.
"You already knew I wanted to. That was part of the original question." Draco sighed. "But that didn't mean that I ... that I could handle it."
"I'm sorry," Harry said. "I'm really, really sorry. You have my permission to do whatever you want to me. Punch me, kick me and embarrass the shit out of me - anything you want."
Draco shook his head and sat up, resting his elbows on his knees. He patted the bed next to him. "Come here," he said.
Harry stood for a few more seconds and then came and sat next to Draco on the bed. He stared at the floor, feeling stupid and horrible for what he'd done.
Draco turned sideways on the bed, facing Harry, hooking one leg around Harry's back. "Look at me," he said.
Harry sighed and looked up at Draco.
"Did you know that was not my first time having sex in public?" he asked.
Harry's eyes widened. "No," he said slowly.
Draco looked down at his hands, "You never have asked me about my past, and I figured you didn't want to know."
"I didn't know that there was that much of a past," Harry said, still speaking slowly. "You can tell me whatever you want to, Draco."
"Want to?" Draco shook his head. "Sometimes I wish my life started in the Room of Requirement with you."
Harry sighed. "I know what you mean," he said. "What have you done before?" he asked, not really sure that he wanted to know, but also sort of sensing that Draco might have a need to tell him.
"Well, that game we were playing," Draco said hesitantly. "It's one of several played in Slytherin. And dares are usually pretty ... intense there."
Harry raised an eyebrow, but stayed silent, inviting Draco to continue if he wanted to.
Draco shrugged. "First time I ... touched .. another boy was in that kind of game."
Harry swallowed. "What were you supposed to do?" he asked quietly.
Draco still didn't look up. "Suck someone off."
Harry took a breath. "That was the first time and you had to suck someone off?" he asked.
Draco nodded. "One of the older boys. Really pretty embarrassing, actually. Didn't know what I was doing."
"How old were you?" Harry asked. Nothing like that went on in Gryffindor.
Draco shrugged. "Thirteen."
"What else have you had to do?" Harry asked, wondering just how experienced Draco had been before he'd gotten with him.
"Had to do?" Draco asked. "It's not like I didn't enjoy it, Harry."
Harry made a face at that. "Well, fine then. What else have you done then?"
Draco flushed again. "Well, snogged both boys and girls. With boys, wanked and been wanked by others; same with sucking. And pretty much the normal fucking with Pansy." He hadn't looked at Harry in a while, but he glanced up after the list.
Harry cleared his throat. "Am I the only boy you've ever had sex with?" he asked, unable to help himself.
Draco snorted. "Very Gryffindor. You mean fucked right? Because I consider sucking someone to be sex, too. But yes, you are the only one I have had inside me or been inside that way. Although, I have been present when others did it."
Harry thought it might be bad to say, "Good," so he merely nodded, but he couldn't help that that knowledge made him feel better.
"You like that, don't you?" Draco said, smirking. "In fact, you wish I had never even touched anyone else?"
Harry once again found that he didn't know what the right answer would be. "Erm...?" he said, sort of half-shrugging.
Draco laughed. "You don't get it, do you? You don't even know why yourself? Do you know why that turned me on? But even more important, why you wanted to fuck me in front of your friends?"
Harry raised his eyebrows. He wondered what Draco meant. "Why?" he asked.
"You were marking your territory, my lion," Draco laughed. "You love putting me on display and making sure everyone knows I am yours."
Harry stared at Draco for a bit. He supposed he was very right. "I guess so," he said, smiling slightly. "Why did it turn you on?"
Draco flushed. "Well, that's where it gets even more complicated."
"What is it?" Harry asked, frowning a bit again.
"Haven't you ever had something that you wanted, that turned you on but that you were ashamed about?" Draco asked.
Harry thought. "Well... maybe you at first, because I didn't even know anything about you and I was pretty sure you were working for Voldemort. I wanted you really bad, but at the time I thought that I probably shouldn't feel that way... As for something like a kink, I guess there are a few things..."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "You have quite a number of kinks, Harry. Are there ones you are ashamed of?"
"Maybe..." Harry said slowly. "But I don't know if I'm ashamed of them, or if I'm just too embarrassed to say what they are... but I suppose that's the same thing."
"Possibly," Draco said, considering. "What I found out in those games is that one of my kinks is exhibitionism. I get turned on by being watched, or heard, or by the danger of possibly being caught. But when it was just sex, I wasn't as ... embarrassed."
"Just sex?" Harry asked, cocking his head to the side.
"Yes, just sex," Draco said. "I mean, just sucking or wanking someone off or even fucking. But, Harry, what you do to me isn't just sex or just fucking."
"It isn't?" Harry asked, although he thought he might know what Draco meant.
Draco's breath sucked in for a minute, a spark running down his spine as he looked at Harry. "No," he said quietly, "certainly not. It's much more intimate than anything I have ever seen or felt before. You turn me inside out and fill me up again. That's what your friends saw and felt. It wasn't just sex. It wasn't whether or not the blanket stayed on. It was what you do to me that shocked them."
Harry's cheeks flushed with heat. "I - oh," he said. "I'm really sorry - maybe they shouldn't have seen..."
Draco flushed too but smiled, leaning forward to kiss Harry. "I don't know how they will handle it," Draco whispered, "but I thank you for giving me everything I need, even when it scares the hell out of me."
Harry kissed Draco for a second and then blew air out of his mouth. "Merlin, I feel like an idiot now," he said. "I get too carried away. Maybe it has something to do with never having sex in my entire life, and then having so much in almost every way imaginable in just a few months."
Draco chuckled. "Or maybe you just are the kind of person who gets carried away with whatever he does?"
Harry thought for a minute and then nodded. "Yes, or that," he said.
"Good," Draco smirked, "because you have carried me away and now you are stuck with me."
Harry grinned. "There's no one else I'd rather be stuck with," he said, opening his arms so ask for a hug.
Draco slid happily into Harry's arms, holding him tight. "Always," he said, sighing.
Harry hugged Draco to him. "I don't like fighting with you in any way shape or form," he said. "I have a horrible temper and I say things I don't mean, so just warn me if you're angry and I'll just leave the room or something. You terrified me in the bathroom. I thought that you were so mad because of what I made you do and you were going to - just warn me, okay?"
Draco laughed and shook his head. "It's not like I have any warning either," he said. "I get mad too and sometimes it takes me a while to figure out why."
Harry sighed. "I suppose we can't leave Potter and Malfoy behind forever. They like to make appearances sometimes, although I greatly prefer Harry and Draco." He squeezed Draco a bit. "I love you," he said.
***
After a while of quiet snuggling, Draco sighed. "Your stomach is getting loud," he said. "Maybe we should find out if the hordes have left any food in the house."
Harry sighed and gulped. "Yeah, I guess," he said, although he was a bit afraid and embarrassed to face his friends. "I hope they don't kill me," he said.
Draco huffed and got out of bed, pulling Harry up with him. "Hey, they could have left the room any time," he said and pushed his lover toward the door.
Harry winced and walked out onto the landing. There were a few people on the stairs, but they were only guests that had stayed for the wedding and, thankfully, not anyone who had been in the living room last night. When he got to the kitchen however, he saw Ginny, Neville, Ron, and Hermione.
Hermione coloured as she saw Harry and he tried not to look at her as he sat at the table that was piled with leftovers from the wedding.
Draco put on his best confident smirk and walked in with his head held high. "Gods, I am starved," he said.
Harry started making a plate and no one said anything to him or Draco. Normally, there usually would have been good mornings or hellos. Harry tried to act like nothing was wrong, but just the fact that he didn't say anything either indicated that there was.
Draco started making himself a cup of tea. "Bloody Gryffindor prudes," he muttered.
Harry sighed and finally looked up at his friends. "Alright," he said. "I know what I did last night. You all know what I did last night. I'm a bit embarrassed about it now, but you all didn't have to watch if you didn't want to, although, I still probably shouldn't have done it. It's over now and I did it, so there's no point in dwelling on it."
"Well said, Harry," said Ginny. "We didn't have to watch."
"I didn't!" said Ron.
"Good," muttered Draco, leaning against the counter and sipping his tea.
Just then, Seamus and Dean walked in and Seamus turned bright red and didn't look at Harry or Draco.
Harry winced. He supposed all of his friends would probably be like this for a while, except for Ginny it seemed.
Draco huffed and reached over Ron shoulder to take a roll off the table, shaking his head as Ron practically fell out of his chair to avoid being touched by Draco. "It isn't contagious, Weasel."
Ron scowled at Draco.
Ginny snorted.
Harry blew air out his nose.
Fred and George entered the kitchen now. "So you two are finally up?" asked Fred, looking at Harry and Draco.
Harry nodded.
"You blokes didn't really -" George humped the air "- in the living room in front of all these guys, did you?"
Fred laughed, clearly just as disbelieving as his brother.
Harry winced.
Draco raised both eyebrows. "That didn't take long. Is it in the Prophet already?"
Fred and George's mouths dropped open at the same time. "You were telling the truth?!" Fred asked Ron.
Harry glared at Ron.
Ron shrugged apologetically.
"Holy shit," said George. "Is there anything you won't do?"
Draco hid his flush by turning back to the counter and refilling his teacup.
"Can we not talk about it?" asked Harry. "Please?"
"You want to screw someone in front of people and then you care if people talk about it? Strangest thing I ever heard," said Fred.
Hermione sent both Fred and George death glares.
"Merlin, guys, please?" Harry begged.
The twins chuckled. "All right," said Fred, "but only if we can refer to you now as 'The Boy Who Shagged'."
Draco leaned over the counter, his back to the rest of the room and his hand covering his very flushed face. He had set the teacup down and was holding onto the counter with his construct hand. He gritted his teeth, unsure whether or not he had the urge to laugh or scream at the moment. He concentrated on breathing instead.
Harry glared and his face burned.
Fred and George howled with laughter.
"That's enough now, yeah guys?" asked Ginny, but she was smiling slightly.
It wasn't getting any better. Draco actually would rather Fred and George had been there last night than hear them discussing it now. And to make matters worse, the thought turned him on. He was leaning against the counter, getting turned on and unable to face anyone. This just wouldn't do at all.
"Just bloody shut the hell up!" said Harry.
"What you going to do if we don't?" laughed George, tears in his eyes. "Hump our legs?"
Fred couldn't breathe, he was laughing so hard. "I'm gonna piss myself!" he gasped. "Oh, but wait - that might turn Harry on!"
That really was all he could handle. Draco closed his eyes, blocking out everyone else and concentrated. He Apparated out of the room.
Harry jumped to his feet. "Look what you did!" he said, he pushed Fred as he passed by him, but Fred simply fell to the floor, laughing. Harry ran up the stairs to his and Draco's room, wondering if that was where he'd gone.