Home Wrecker

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Title: Home Wrecker
Author& Notes: never_tempt aka cameowitch
Status/Part: Part Two
Rating: NC-17 FRAO
Pairing: HP/DM
Date: 15-Oct-05
Key words: M/M Violence, language, mentions of rape and torture, ANGST, Mpreg. Slash

Summary: Harry and Draco are in a relationship. Draco is duped one day by friends and was lead and kept forcibly away for five years until he makes his way back to Harry.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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Beta: The wonderful Jadzia

So it began with gentle touches, deepening kisses, slow explorations, the unbridled need to feel each other. Clothes were removed and they eased over to the bed, pulling the covers to the foot of the bed as they climbed to the middle. Draco tasted and touched every part of his Gryffindor that he could that night, remembering what touches wrung what sounds and responses out of Harry. Leaning off the bed, he picked up the little bottle of lubricant and started preparing Harry. Their lovemaking that night was cautious, but instinctive. Some things you just couldn’t learn from a book.

Harry let the memory play out. His eyes closed with the memories as his body responded. Harry felt Draco’s lips upon his, the soft tongue sweeping across his lips begging for entrance. Harry felt the soft caress of tongue on tongue, searching his mouth. He regretfully felt the lips move from his only to travel along his jaw to his ear. What that tongue was able to do him. Harry shuddered and felt his lover try to move them closer together if that was possible. He felt the hard planes of the blond’s stomach against his, their cocks lining up almost perfectly.

Draco moved from exploring the Gryffindor’s ear to his neck. From previous make out sessions he knew the exact spot that would make his soon to be lover squirm. In fact, his last love bite was still showing him the exact spot. Harry’s mind could feel Draco’s tongue run over the spot; he was surprised when an unexpected moan escaped his lips. How he wished Draco was there now with him, licking that same spot, rubbing their bodies together.

Scenes from their first lovemaking always stirred him and he couldn’t stop them no matter where he was. When it was done and he could finally stand and walk, he decided it was time to leave for his house. The house that was once a home, his and Draco’s home.

Now it sat empty most of the time. His home had become a victim, he and Draco the victimized. Harry didn’t think his life could be as bad as it was now. It was worse than when he lived with the Dursleys. He blocked out those memories as he stepped over the threshold. A scent invaded his senses and brought memories to life, of his lover, his Draco.

He wondered if he was happy now, content with the help the Home Wrecker had provided. Yes, that’s how he referred to his once upon a time friend. The only person who knew him well enough to twist and distort the facts and scare Draco off. It wasn’t as if “the wrecker” and Draco had become lovers. Harry could have understood that. No, Ronald Weasley was married to the shrew, Draco’s friend, and couldn’t stand for Harry to be happy so he set out to destroy Harry and Draco.

Harry didn’t blame Draco. He had tracked down Ron Weasley and raped his mind to see exactly what he’d said and done. Considering it all again, Harry knew he wouldn’t have trusted himself if presented with that information. He made his way into the now seldom used family room and stopped dead in his tracks. There before him sat his memory, looking haggard, dejected, remorseful and oh so good to Harry.

The raven-haired man stood still, drinking in the sight before him. Draco tried to stand; his legs wouldn’t let him. He collapsed back on the over-stuffed chair, wincing in agony. Harry rushed over to him and did a cursory med-check. Draco was malnourished, exhausted and bordering on collapse. Harry wondered if he had looked this bad when Draco had first left. Now he just wanted to know what happened to the blond.

“Draco, I can’t help you unless you tell me what’s wrong.” Harry turned and called for his house-elf. “Oscar, bring us some weak tea, honey, lemon, and a light chicken broth with crackers. I’ll also need some of the flavored ices. Bring it to my suite.” He picked Draco up and carried him to his bedroom, gently placing him on the bed. Taking exceptional care, he began removing the offensive covering on Draco. The more he removed, the more he became concerned. Draco was not much more than skin and bones.

Both men groaned – Harry at the condition of his lover, Draco at the weakness that enveloped him. His pride was non-existent, gone was the haughty Malfoy persona. Harry looked at the near nakedness of his former lover. Scooping the blond up again, Harry carried him into the bathroom, setting him on the commode, removed his own clothes down to his smalls. Picking up the blond again, he took him into the shower and adjusted the water and pressure. He removed the last piece of clothing on both of them and gasped.

“Oh Goddess help you. Draco, who did this to you? I’ll hunt them down and make them wish Voldemort was still around or Severus Snape was in power. My darling Draco, let’s clean you up before anything else.” Harry picked up a flannel, wet it and applied the soap. Touching Draco with no more pressure than he would a newborn, Harry let the flannel glide over the once immaculate skin. Layers of dirt began coming off, running down the drain.


Draco stood there letting Harry bathe him. How he’d missed this common act between them. How he’d missed everything between them. He thought back to when he’d first left. He should never have trusted Pansy or Ron Weasley. He knew them for what they truly were and when he was able, he would make them pay and pay dearly. He also knew Harry would help if he needed it. He had been gone less than a week and realized what he’d thrown away and then it was too late to come back to fix it. He couldn’t get away from the hell he had been in the whole time. Payback would be a bitch, he’d make sure of it. He’d had five years to think of his revenge and to plan it.

Draco felt Harry place his hand on a bar in the shower. “Hold on Draco, while I get your hair stuff.” Harry stepped out of the shower and over to what had been Draco’s toiletry closet. He watched the raven-haired man remove his favorite shampoo and conditioner and step back in with him. Harry used the products as Draco held on tightly to the bar, too weak to argue and too exhausted to do it for himself.

When the former Gryffindor was done, he pulled them both under the water to make sure every inch was rinsed off. He helped the blond out and wrapped him in a large towel, putting another one around the wet hair. He slowly dried them off in the warmth of the bathroom before dressing them in silk pajamas. Harry picked him up again and carried him to the bed, setting him almost in the middle. Getting comfortable on the bed, Harry picked up the tray and set it over Draco’s legs facing the blond so he could feed him.

“Eat what you can slowly Draco. It won’t help if you get ill from eating too fast. When you’re done, you will sleep. When you wake, I’ll still be here and you’ll eat some more and then I may let you talk to me, if I think you are able. You need care and keeping and I’ll see that you get it.” Slowly the tanned hand began feeding the exhausted man as much as the man could take which wasn’t much. In fact it brought back memories of the pittance the Dursleys used to feed him. He watched as Draco fell asleep after just a little food. He called Oscar again and had him clear away the mostly untouched food. The Gryffindor looked at his Slytherin and almost cried for him. Repositioning the sleeping man, Harry curled around him, covered them both and fell into a light sleep.

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