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Proving Love
Chapter Number/Total: 19/20
Chapter Title: Proving Love
Words: 2998 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
Draco nodded. "As you command," he replied, and got to his feet, slowly walking over to where Harry still lay in chains. "Lie on your back," he told Harry.
It took Harry a while. The room seemed to swirl around him, but he managed to turn over on his back, still not opening his eyes.
Draco unbuttoned the entire front of his robes, pulling them back and out of the way but not removing them. Then he knelt over Potter's chest, knees on either side of the man's head. "Suck my cock, Potter," he said. "And you come when I do," he added in a whisper.
Harry coughed before he opened his eyes a bit, blinking a few times. He slowly leant up and pulled Draco into his mouth, sucking him the best he could.
Draco covertly used his wand to cast the arousal charm on himself, knowing that kneeling in the blood of his lover was not going to allow him come without it.
Harry's eyes closed and he nearly fell back twice in exhaustion, but he struggled through it, using his tongue to run around the sensitive skin.
Draco closed his eyes, trying to imagine they were in the bed at home. It helped, and the magical arousal reacted to his fantasy.
Eventually Harry did fall back, swallowing and struggling to push himself back up again.
Draco reached down and began stroking his own cock then, fast, as he filled his mind with the memory of fucking Harry on the pitch. And then he was coming, hot liquid shooting out and coating Potter's lips and cheeks.
Harry gasped as it triggered his own orgasm, his hips barely moving as he came with a soft moan.
"Such a whore," Crabbe laughed from nearby.
Draco stood up, swallowing hard as he saw blood coating the insides of his thighs where they had touched Potter's bleeding body. He drew his robes together, but didn't bother buttoning them, before striding over and kneeling once again before the Dark Lord.
"Very good, Malfoy," he sneered. "You may keep your pet for another week."
"Thank you, Master," Draco said and then strode back to where Harry lay on the bloody slab. He knelt on the side of the stone and took Harry into his arms. Harry’s skin was ashen and cold. Draco strode from the room and Apparated them away the minute he stepped outside.
Harry had his eyes closed, but he could tell that they were finally back to the Manor. They both had made it. Suddenly cold and shaking, Harry’s teeth began to chatter.
Draco took them directly to the Lab, where he lay Harry on the worktable as before and took the vials he had set there in preparation. "Drink," he said as he cradled Harry's head with one hand and held the vial with the other.
Harry parted his lips, waiting for Draco to pour the potion in his mouth. He kept his eyes closed.
Draco helped Harry to swallow the Healing Potion and watched to see how he reacted.
Harry just lay there, not moving and breathing shallow. He could feel the potion working through his body as he opened his eyes a bit.
"Try to keep your eyes on me," Draco said. "Stay with me. We can leave when you are well enough to travel."
Harry tried his best to look at him. "My...wrist," he whispered, his voice hoarse and raw from the screaming.
Draco examined Harry's wrists and found one was broken. He made a simple brace for it. "I just gave you a potion that can heal most things and it should work on this too, but if it doesn't I will fix this after," he said. "I can't do magic on you while the potion is working or it will lessen its effects."
Harry nodded weakly, closing his eyes for a moment. "I kept thinking of after," Harry whispered, straining his voice. "And...and of you..."
Draco kissed Harry gently on his clammy forehead, stroking black hair from his face. "Shhh, don't talk," he said. "Let the potion work. Just stay awake."
Harry swallowed with a wince, looking up at him again. "I...I love you."
"Prove it," Draco said. "Stay alive." He watched as some of the cuts and bruises on Harry's face faded. He carefully let Harry's head back down. He snapped his fingers and a house-elf appeared. "Bring me a bowl of warm water and a washcloth," he told it. A couple minutes later, the creature did. Then Draco began to gently wash Harry's face.
Harry closed his eyes again, but he made sure that he didn't fall asleep, wanting to stay alive for Draco. If only to prove his love.
Draco started at the top and began carefully washing his way down Potter's face and neck, taking away blood and come that lingered there. "How do you feel? Is it hurting less?" Draco asked.
Harry shifted a bit on the table and nodded. "I can move a little...my throat doesn't hurt as much, either..."
"Good. Roll onto your chest, so I can check the damage and see how you are healing," Draco said.
Harry turned and slowly rolled onto his stomach, pressing his cheek against the table.
Draco ground his teeth together at the sight. The marks were lessened now, no longer opened and bleeding, but still quite livid red.
"Will they scar?" Harry asked softly, licking his dry lips.
"I don't think so," Draco said softly, swallowing his anger. "They weren't magically created." Then he stepped, leant in and gently spread Harry's arse cheeks.
Harry tensed a bit, biting on his lip gently. He knew Draco had to, but he still didn't like it.
"Spread your legs," Draco said softly.
Harry slowly spread them, still tense.
Draco winced at the damage still visible. But he could see the tissue reforming as he watched. "I will wash you when it is healed," he told Harry, petting gently a place on his thigh where Potter was unmarked.
Harry closed his legs and nodded, letting out a breath he had been holding.
Draco wanted to wash the man now, to clean every trace of the other men off and out of his body. But he couldn't until the potion had done its work.
"Is that it?" Harry asked quietly, looking up at Draco.
"The potion is working. Shall I carry you to the bathroom?" he asked.
"Yes, please," Harry whispered, moving to turn over on his back again.
Draco called an elf and told him to prepare a bath. Then he picked up Harry and carried him up the stairs and to the bathroom, gently lowering the man in to the water.
Harry hissed as the water touched him, his fingers digging into Draco's robes as if he didn't want to let go.
"Let me get in with you," Draco said.
Harry nodded and slowly let go of the robes, sitting down completely in the water.
Draco stripped and let the soiled robes fall to the floor before sinking into the water with Harry.
Harry moved close to Draco, needing to touch him.
Draco wrapped his arms around the other man, pulling him against himself and holding him close.
Harry turned so he could lay his head on Draco's shoulder. "We made it," he said softly, his eyes welling up in tears. Before he knew it, he was crying softly.
Draco cradled the man in his arms, holding him while the sobs came. Draco hadn't cried in years. Didn't even know if he could now.
"I want to leave now," Harry said through his tears, looking up at Draco.
"Yes," Draco agreed, "as soon as the time limit on the potion has passed."
Harry nodded slowly, leaning up to kiss Draco's cheek. "I stayed alive."
"You did." Draco smiled, hardly able to believe it. He kissed Harry on the lips, softly.
"Did I prove it?" Harry asked against his lips.
It took Draco a minute to remember what Harry was talking about. "Let's make it somewhere safe next," he said, reaching for the washcloth. "We have an hour on that potion. Do you want to sleep before we leave, or go then?"
"I want to sleep," Harry said quietly, laying a hand on Draco's chest.
Draco washed the other man, carefully and thoroughly. Then he got them out of the bath and dried them both before carrying him to the bed.
"You'll sleep, too?" Harry asked, getting comfortable on the bed.
Draco nodded, not sure he could, but holding Harry. He watched the other man as he fell asleep in his arms.
***
Draco did finally doze but woke at his usual time. He gently pulled back enough to examine Harry's face and saw no more bruises or cuts. Draco didn't have another vial of that powerful potion and hoped they wouldn't need it again. The ingredients were very rare and expensive.
Harry shifted a bit when he felt Draco pull back but he didn't wake up, only sighed softly.
Draco pulled the covers down enough to see Harry's back and was even more relieved to see the cane marks were gone as well. He ran his hand over the skin of Harry's back.
Harry shivered a bit in his sleep, the skin under Draco's fingers getting goose pimples.
Draco pulled the covers back up and lay back with the man in his arms.
Harry smiled in his sleep and snuggled closer.
"Harry," Draco whispered softly, "are you hungry?"
Somehow, through the sleep, Harry could hear Draco. "Yes," he answered after a moment, blinking open his eyes.
Draco smiled into those green eyes. "Good," he said, snapping his fingers for the house-elf.
The creature brought their breakfast tray. But then it said, "Master Malfoy, a guest is waiting in the hall."
Harry was looking at the breakfast tray, but he suddenly looked up when he heard that there was a guest.
Draco frowned, eyes narrowing. "Who?" he asked.
"Mr Macnair and another guest," the creature answered.
"Tell them I will be down in a few minutes," Draco said.
Harry tensed again, his heart beginning to beat fast. Macnair was here again. The last time... Harry shook his head, biting his lip.
The elf disappeared and Draco sat up. "We need to decide now," he told Harry. "Do we meet him or do we run?" he asked.
"It'll be bad if we run," Harry said quietly, biting his lip. "They'll know faster...but I don't want you to go talk to him..."
"He won't be here to talk," Draco said, face grim. "He will want to hurt you again, and you aren't even completely healed from yesterday."
"So what are we supposed to do, Draco? If we don't go he'll know something is up. I know it won't be all that hard to track you down if Voldemort wanted to. Especially now that he basically has control over the wizarding world," Harry said, sitting up in the bed.
"I will go down and see if Macnair can be put off," Draco said. "I don't want any of them to touch you again. You get dressed in the Muggle clothes. Because, no matter what, we leave today."
Draco climbed out of bed, Summoned their emergency pack and handed it to the other man. Then he got dressed in his robes.
"Be careful, Draco," Harry said, pulling the clothes out.
**
He walked down the stairs to find Macnair and another man drinking his liquor in the sitting room.
"Draco, this is good stuff," Macnair said. "But then you Malfoys always have the best, don't you?"
"Glad you are enjoying it," Draco drawled. "Why are you here? I have work to do."
"Not very polite of you, Draco," the man countered.
"No, it's not, but it's true," the blond said.
"Well, you can go ahead and work," Macnair replied. "Just let us play with your toy."
"No," Draco said.
"No?" Macnair challenged, and the other man frowned. "What do you mean 'no'?"
"I mean the Dark Lord said he is mine for at least another week, and he was too badly damaged last night to be available for your sport today," Draco said in a cold, angry voice.
Macnair stood up and his face was red with anger. "You have become awfully attached to your slave, Draco," he sneered. "Don't think we haven't noticed? Do you want to die with him? Maybe you will be our sport soon?"
Draco felt the chill down his spine but didn't show it. His eyes narrowed and he kept his voice cold. "That may be. But in the meantime...get...out...of...my...house," he hissed.
The two "guests" stood and Macnair threw his glass of whisky to the floor, shattering it. "You will be sorry, Draco," he warned. And then the two men Disapparated away.
Draco was shaking when they left. He ran back up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and immediately began stripping his robes when he got to the room.
Harry, dressed and waiting, jumped when the door flew open. He almost expected to see Macnair following Draco, but when he didn't, Harry let out a deep breath. "What happened?" he asked, noticing the urgency in Draco's movements. He had laid Draco's clothes out for him on the bed just in case there would be a rush like this.
"I refused them," Draco hissed, grabbing the Muggle clothing and pulling it on.
"Oh, no," Harry said, getting up quickly. "They'll be back! We have to go now."
"Yes," Draco agreed, double-checking their identity cards and other papers. "Where is the collar?" he asked.
Harry tilted his head, showing the collar still around his neck. "Never took it off."
"Good." Draco smiled, slinging the small pack over his shoulder. He walked up to look into Harry's eyes. His heart was pounding. He was terrified and excited. He was leaving everything he had ever known before. After today, his ordered life would be gone.
Just thinking about what would happen was making Harry nervous as he looked back at Draco. "Are you ready?" he asked.
Draco nodded, not even trusting himself to speak at that moment. He reached up with his left hand, wrapping fingers around Harry's throat so they were pressed to the collar. He held his wand in the other hand. "Yes," he answered.
"Okay, I'm ready," Harry whispered, stepping closer and taking a deep breath to try and calm down his rapidly beating heart.
"Hold onto me," Draco said, and then cast the spell to activate the Portkey. There was that familiar feeling of being ripped from where he stood.
Harry barely had time to grip Draco's shirt before they were pulled away from where they stood.
It was the worst travel experience of his life - Floo, Apparation or Portkey. It felt like forever that they were whirling in the magic field and Draco could feel the shirt tearing in Harry's grip. He had to hold tight to the other man's throat and worried that he would strangle him in the attempt.
Harry had to lean closer to Draco just so the collar wouldn't end up choking him as Draco held onto it. This was worse than Flooing and Harry thought he hated that the most.
Draco wrapped his wand hand around Harry's back, pulling him tighter. The wind howled around him and it was growing colder.
Harry shivered and pressed himself against Draco, wondering how long it would be.
Crossing the ocean by Portkey was dangerous. If you made a mistake, you would land short and drown. Draco had never been to America and had had to use a photograph and coordinates to fix the location for their landing. As he shivered and held tight to Harry, he worried that he might have made a mistake.
Harry wrapped his arm around Draco, the other hand still gripping his shirt. "How long?" he managed to say against Draco's chest.
Just when Draco had begun to wonder if they would ever land and was almost numb with cold, they landed hard, tumbling on the ground.
Harry groaned and he tumbled onto his back, shivers still going through his body.
They landed with Draco on top. The blond released his lover's throat, noticing marks left by his fingers. They were in a field of tall grass.
Harry was breathing hard but he looked around, noticing the grass all around them. "Are we there?"
"We should be on the coast of the state of Maine, in the United States," Draco said, smiling down at the other man.
Harry looked up at him. "Far away from England," Harry whispered, smiling a bit.
"Far away," Draco said, leaning down to kiss Harry.
Harry smiled into the kiss, just lying back on the ground. They were safe. For now.
Draco tilted his head, deepening the kiss as he pressed his tongue into his lover's mouth.
Harry opened his mouth, his tongue moving to slide against Draco's as they kissed.
Draco was straddling the other man. His relief and excitement over their escape made him lightheaded. He nipped and kissed Harry's lips and chin, breathing speeding up.
"Draco," Harry whispered in between, reaching up to run his fingers through Draco's hair.
"Yes," Draco responded, kissing along Harry's jaw.
"Love you..." Harry said quietly, swallowing.
"You do, do you?" Draco asked.
"Yes. If I didn't, I would be dead," Harry said.
Draco's face was serious. "How do you know it isn't just because I saved you?" he asked.
"There was a point where I could've just let go, Draco... I don't know if you know how that feels, but regardless of the potions, Draco...I could've died," Harry answered softly.
"I know," Draco said, his heart clenching in fear at the very idea of it.
"But I didn't...I held on," Harry whispered, watching Draco.
"You've always been stronger than people thought," Draco whispered, gently fingering the man's hair.
"I have to be," Harry said, sighing softly.
[Almost there... Will they make it?]
Chapter Title: Proving Love
Words: 2998 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
Draco nodded. "As you command," he replied, and got to his feet, slowly walking over to where Harry still lay in chains. "Lie on your back," he told Harry.
It took Harry a while. The room seemed to swirl around him, but he managed to turn over on his back, still not opening his eyes.
Draco unbuttoned the entire front of his robes, pulling them back and out of the way but not removing them. Then he knelt over Potter's chest, knees on either side of the man's head. "Suck my cock, Potter," he said. "And you come when I do," he added in a whisper.
Harry coughed before he opened his eyes a bit, blinking a few times. He slowly leant up and pulled Draco into his mouth, sucking him the best he could.
Draco covertly used his wand to cast the arousal charm on himself, knowing that kneeling in the blood of his lover was not going to allow him come without it.
Harry's eyes closed and he nearly fell back twice in exhaustion, but he struggled through it, using his tongue to run around the sensitive skin.
Draco closed his eyes, trying to imagine they were in the bed at home. It helped, and the magical arousal reacted to his fantasy.
Eventually Harry did fall back, swallowing and struggling to push himself back up again.
Draco reached down and began stroking his own cock then, fast, as he filled his mind with the memory of fucking Harry on the pitch. And then he was coming, hot liquid shooting out and coating Potter's lips and cheeks.
Harry gasped as it triggered his own orgasm, his hips barely moving as he came with a soft moan.
"Such a whore," Crabbe laughed from nearby.
Draco stood up, swallowing hard as he saw blood coating the insides of his thighs where they had touched Potter's bleeding body. He drew his robes together, but didn't bother buttoning them, before striding over and kneeling once again before the Dark Lord.
"Very good, Malfoy," he sneered. "You may keep your pet for another week."
"Thank you, Master," Draco said and then strode back to where Harry lay on the bloody slab. He knelt on the side of the stone and took Harry into his arms. Harry’s skin was ashen and cold. Draco strode from the room and Apparated them away the minute he stepped outside.
Harry had his eyes closed, but he could tell that they were finally back to the Manor. They both had made it. Suddenly cold and shaking, Harry’s teeth began to chatter.
Draco took them directly to the Lab, where he lay Harry on the worktable as before and took the vials he had set there in preparation. "Drink," he said as he cradled Harry's head with one hand and held the vial with the other.
Harry parted his lips, waiting for Draco to pour the potion in his mouth. He kept his eyes closed.
Draco helped Harry to swallow the Healing Potion and watched to see how he reacted.
Harry just lay there, not moving and breathing shallow. He could feel the potion working through his body as he opened his eyes a bit.
"Try to keep your eyes on me," Draco said. "Stay with me. We can leave when you are well enough to travel."
Harry tried his best to look at him. "My...wrist," he whispered, his voice hoarse and raw from the screaming.
Draco examined Harry's wrists and found one was broken. He made a simple brace for it. "I just gave you a potion that can heal most things and it should work on this too, but if it doesn't I will fix this after," he said. "I can't do magic on you while the potion is working or it will lessen its effects."
Harry nodded weakly, closing his eyes for a moment. "I kept thinking of after," Harry whispered, straining his voice. "And...and of you..."
Draco kissed Harry gently on his clammy forehead, stroking black hair from his face. "Shhh, don't talk," he said. "Let the potion work. Just stay awake."
Harry swallowed with a wince, looking up at him again. "I...I love you."
"Prove it," Draco said. "Stay alive." He watched as some of the cuts and bruises on Harry's face faded. He carefully let Harry's head back down. He snapped his fingers and a house-elf appeared. "Bring me a bowl of warm water and a washcloth," he told it. A couple minutes later, the creature did. Then Draco began to gently wash Harry's face.
Harry closed his eyes again, but he made sure that he didn't fall asleep, wanting to stay alive for Draco. If only to prove his love.
Draco started at the top and began carefully washing his way down Potter's face and neck, taking away blood and come that lingered there. "How do you feel? Is it hurting less?" Draco asked.
Harry shifted a bit on the table and nodded. "I can move a little...my throat doesn't hurt as much, either..."
"Good. Roll onto your chest, so I can check the damage and see how you are healing," Draco said.
Harry turned and slowly rolled onto his stomach, pressing his cheek against the table.
Draco ground his teeth together at the sight. The marks were lessened now, no longer opened and bleeding, but still quite livid red.
"Will they scar?" Harry asked softly, licking his dry lips.
"I don't think so," Draco said softly, swallowing his anger. "They weren't magically created." Then he stepped, leant in and gently spread Harry's arse cheeks.
Harry tensed a bit, biting on his lip gently. He knew Draco had to, but he still didn't like it.
"Spread your legs," Draco said softly.
Harry slowly spread them, still tense.
Draco winced at the damage still visible. But he could see the tissue reforming as he watched. "I will wash you when it is healed," he told Harry, petting gently a place on his thigh where Potter was unmarked.
Harry closed his legs and nodded, letting out a breath he had been holding.
Draco wanted to wash the man now, to clean every trace of the other men off and out of his body. But he couldn't until the potion had done its work.
"Is that it?" Harry asked quietly, looking up at Draco.
"The potion is working. Shall I carry you to the bathroom?" he asked.
"Yes, please," Harry whispered, moving to turn over on his back again.
Draco called an elf and told him to prepare a bath. Then he picked up Harry and carried him up the stairs and to the bathroom, gently lowering the man in to the water.
Harry hissed as the water touched him, his fingers digging into Draco's robes as if he didn't want to let go.
"Let me get in with you," Draco said.
Harry nodded and slowly let go of the robes, sitting down completely in the water.
Draco stripped and let the soiled robes fall to the floor before sinking into the water with Harry.
Harry moved close to Draco, needing to touch him.
Draco wrapped his arms around the other man, pulling him against himself and holding him close.
Harry turned so he could lay his head on Draco's shoulder. "We made it," he said softly, his eyes welling up in tears. Before he knew it, he was crying softly.
Draco cradled the man in his arms, holding him while the sobs came. Draco hadn't cried in years. Didn't even know if he could now.
"I want to leave now," Harry said through his tears, looking up at Draco.
"Yes," Draco agreed, "as soon as the time limit on the potion has passed."
Harry nodded slowly, leaning up to kiss Draco's cheek. "I stayed alive."
"You did." Draco smiled, hardly able to believe it. He kissed Harry on the lips, softly.
"Did I prove it?" Harry asked against his lips.
It took Draco a minute to remember what Harry was talking about. "Let's make it somewhere safe next," he said, reaching for the washcloth. "We have an hour on that potion. Do you want to sleep before we leave, or go then?"
"I want to sleep," Harry said quietly, laying a hand on Draco's chest.
Draco washed the other man, carefully and thoroughly. Then he got them out of the bath and dried them both before carrying him to the bed.
"You'll sleep, too?" Harry asked, getting comfortable on the bed.
Draco nodded, not sure he could, but holding Harry. He watched the other man as he fell asleep in his arms.
***
Draco did finally doze but woke at his usual time. He gently pulled back enough to examine Harry's face and saw no more bruises or cuts. Draco didn't have another vial of that powerful potion and hoped they wouldn't need it again. The ingredients were very rare and expensive.
Harry shifted a bit when he felt Draco pull back but he didn't wake up, only sighed softly.
Draco pulled the covers down enough to see Harry's back and was even more relieved to see the cane marks were gone as well. He ran his hand over the skin of Harry's back.
Harry shivered a bit in his sleep, the skin under Draco's fingers getting goose pimples.
Draco pulled the covers back up and lay back with the man in his arms.
Harry smiled in his sleep and snuggled closer.
"Harry," Draco whispered softly, "are you hungry?"
Somehow, through the sleep, Harry could hear Draco. "Yes," he answered after a moment, blinking open his eyes.
Draco smiled into those green eyes. "Good," he said, snapping his fingers for the house-elf.
The creature brought their breakfast tray. But then it said, "Master Malfoy, a guest is waiting in the hall."
Harry was looking at the breakfast tray, but he suddenly looked up when he heard that there was a guest.
Draco frowned, eyes narrowing. "Who?" he asked.
"Mr Macnair and another guest," the creature answered.
"Tell them I will be down in a few minutes," Draco said.
Harry tensed again, his heart beginning to beat fast. Macnair was here again. The last time... Harry shook his head, biting his lip.
The elf disappeared and Draco sat up. "We need to decide now," he told Harry. "Do we meet him or do we run?" he asked.
"It'll be bad if we run," Harry said quietly, biting his lip. "They'll know faster...but I don't want you to go talk to him..."
"He won't be here to talk," Draco said, face grim. "He will want to hurt you again, and you aren't even completely healed from yesterday."
"So what are we supposed to do, Draco? If we don't go he'll know something is up. I know it won't be all that hard to track you down if Voldemort wanted to. Especially now that he basically has control over the wizarding world," Harry said, sitting up in the bed.
"I will go down and see if Macnair can be put off," Draco said. "I don't want any of them to touch you again. You get dressed in the Muggle clothes. Because, no matter what, we leave today."
Draco climbed out of bed, Summoned their emergency pack and handed it to the other man. Then he got dressed in his robes.
"Be careful, Draco," Harry said, pulling the clothes out.
**
He walked down the stairs to find Macnair and another man drinking his liquor in the sitting room.
"Draco, this is good stuff," Macnair said. "But then you Malfoys always have the best, don't you?"
"Glad you are enjoying it," Draco drawled. "Why are you here? I have work to do."
"Not very polite of you, Draco," the man countered.
"No, it's not, but it's true," the blond said.
"Well, you can go ahead and work," Macnair replied. "Just let us play with your toy."
"No," Draco said.
"No?" Macnair challenged, and the other man frowned. "What do you mean 'no'?"
"I mean the Dark Lord said he is mine for at least another week, and he was too badly damaged last night to be available for your sport today," Draco said in a cold, angry voice.
Macnair stood up and his face was red with anger. "You have become awfully attached to your slave, Draco," he sneered. "Don't think we haven't noticed? Do you want to die with him? Maybe you will be our sport soon?"
Draco felt the chill down his spine but didn't show it. His eyes narrowed and he kept his voice cold. "That may be. But in the meantime...get...out...of...my...house," he hissed.
The two "guests" stood and Macnair threw his glass of whisky to the floor, shattering it. "You will be sorry, Draco," he warned. And then the two men Disapparated away.
Draco was shaking when they left. He ran back up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and immediately began stripping his robes when he got to the room.
Harry, dressed and waiting, jumped when the door flew open. He almost expected to see Macnair following Draco, but when he didn't, Harry let out a deep breath. "What happened?" he asked, noticing the urgency in Draco's movements. He had laid Draco's clothes out for him on the bed just in case there would be a rush like this.
"I refused them," Draco hissed, grabbing the Muggle clothing and pulling it on.
"Oh, no," Harry said, getting up quickly. "They'll be back! We have to go now."
"Yes," Draco agreed, double-checking their identity cards and other papers. "Where is the collar?" he asked.
Harry tilted his head, showing the collar still around his neck. "Never took it off."
"Good." Draco smiled, slinging the small pack over his shoulder. He walked up to look into Harry's eyes. His heart was pounding. He was terrified and excited. He was leaving everything he had ever known before. After today, his ordered life would be gone.
Just thinking about what would happen was making Harry nervous as he looked back at Draco. "Are you ready?" he asked.
Draco nodded, not even trusting himself to speak at that moment. He reached up with his left hand, wrapping fingers around Harry's throat so they were pressed to the collar. He held his wand in the other hand. "Yes," he answered.
"Okay, I'm ready," Harry whispered, stepping closer and taking a deep breath to try and calm down his rapidly beating heart.
"Hold onto me," Draco said, and then cast the spell to activate the Portkey. There was that familiar feeling of being ripped from where he stood.
Harry barely had time to grip Draco's shirt before they were pulled away from where they stood.
It was the worst travel experience of his life - Floo, Apparation or Portkey. It felt like forever that they were whirling in the magic field and Draco could feel the shirt tearing in Harry's grip. He had to hold tight to the other man's throat and worried that he would strangle him in the attempt.
Harry had to lean closer to Draco just so the collar wouldn't end up choking him as Draco held onto it. This was worse than Flooing and Harry thought he hated that the most.
Draco wrapped his wand hand around Harry's back, pulling him tighter. The wind howled around him and it was growing colder.
Harry shivered and pressed himself against Draco, wondering how long it would be.
Crossing the ocean by Portkey was dangerous. If you made a mistake, you would land short and drown. Draco had never been to America and had had to use a photograph and coordinates to fix the location for their landing. As he shivered and held tight to Harry, he worried that he might have made a mistake.
Harry wrapped his arm around Draco, the other hand still gripping his shirt. "How long?" he managed to say against Draco's chest.
Just when Draco had begun to wonder if they would ever land and was almost numb with cold, they landed hard, tumbling on the ground.
Harry groaned and he tumbled onto his back, shivers still going through his body.
They landed with Draco on top. The blond released his lover's throat, noticing marks left by his fingers. They were in a field of tall grass.
Harry was breathing hard but he looked around, noticing the grass all around them. "Are we there?"
"We should be on the coast of the state of Maine, in the United States," Draco said, smiling down at the other man.
Harry looked up at him. "Far away from England," Harry whispered, smiling a bit.
"Far away," Draco said, leaning down to kiss Harry.
Harry smiled into the kiss, just lying back on the ground. They were safe. For now.
Draco tilted his head, deepening the kiss as he pressed his tongue into his lover's mouth.
Harry opened his mouth, his tongue moving to slide against Draco's as they kissed.
Draco was straddling the other man. His relief and excitement over their escape made him lightheaded. He nipped and kissed Harry's lips and chin, breathing speeding up.
"Draco," Harry whispered in between, reaching up to run his fingers through Draco's hair.
"Yes," Draco responded, kissing along Harry's jaw.
"Love you..." Harry said quietly, swallowing.
"You do, do you?" Draco asked.
"Yes. If I didn't, I would be dead," Harry said.
Draco's face was serious. "How do you know it isn't just because I saved you?" he asked.
"There was a point where I could've just let go, Draco... I don't know if you know how that feels, but regardless of the potions, Draco...I could've died," Harry answered softly.
"I know," Draco said, his heart clenching in fear at the very idea of it.
"But I didn't...I held on," Harry whispered, watching Draco.
"You've always been stronger than people thought," Draco whispered, gently fingering the man's hair.
"I have to be," Harry said, sighing softly.
[Almost there... Will they make it?]