So Sure Of Death

Fic title: So Sure of Death
Penname: DBZVegeta
Summary: Draco provides Harry with the final piece of the puzzle to help him defeat Voldemort. Will the war be over soon and will their love be able to continue?
Sequel to: Playing With Fire
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
# of Chapters: 2 of #
Word Count: 2,382
Category: Romance / Angst
Beta: Faire Weather
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 Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.


Chapter 2

“You want me to do what?!” Harry yelled loudly, coming up out of his seat with his hands fisted tightly at his sides.

“I said, Harry,” Dumbledore stated, one finger coming up to rub the noise of the shout still ringing in his ears away, “that I wanted you to shelter several of our spies at Grimmauld Place. Their positions has become very tenuous and I feel that your home is the only location that will be of any protection to them whatsoever.” Dumbledore’s hands came down to clasp in front of him, elbows against his desk and fingers pressed to his lips.

Harry paced back and forth agitatedly, his hand rising to rub his face and dislodging his sunglasses from his head. He automatically stopped the rubbing and readjusted his sunglasses atop his head before turning to the pain-in-the-ass wizard behind the desk, who he could very well see was trying to conceal a smug grin and failing.

“Fine, who is it that has to take residence with me?” he sighed heavily, plopping back down gracelessly into his chair.

“As you well know, Severus has been a spy…” Dumbledore started.

“What?! Snape?! You mean I have to put up with his snarky arse in my home, uh uh, no way,” Harry yelled, sitting up straight in his chair.

“I assure you, Harry, he was even less pleased with the situation. Grimmauld Place is large enough that you shouldn’t have to be graced with his presence more than is requires, as for the other two…”

“Three, you want me to house three Death Eater spies, one of which is Snape! What have I become the bloody Ritz Carlton Hotel?!” Harry shouted.

“I should hope not, that house would be more like a shanty than the Ritz,” drawled an eerily familiar voice from the doorway. Harry turned, startled to find Draco Malfoy lounging casually in the doorway. Three long months since the last time that Harry had seen him had taken their toll on Draco. His normally pristine blond hair was matted and tangled, his clothes a shamble, torn and streaked, but to Harry, he looked like an angel.

“Draco…” he started, rising halfway from the chair as Draco pushed off from the door and staggered slightly into the room. Harry shot out of his chair, reaching to grab Draco by the arm and led him back to his seat, helping him to settle into the comfortable chair. “What happened to you? You look awful?”

“Thanks Potter, I’ll give your regards about my appearance to my hairdresser,” Draco snipped, his eyes locked with Harry’s, who could see that he was exhausted and hiding behind his old ways.

“Harry, Draco and Severus were just rescued from one of Voldemort’s dungeons. Luckily, our other spy managed to retrieve them prior to their interrogation by Voldemort. But in doing so he has outlived his usefulness. These three must be protected,” Albus said gently, looking at the scene in front of him with some amusement. Harry was kneeling next to the chair, hovering over Draco and didn’t appear to have heard one word he had said.

“Harry…Harry, are you willing to house these men?” Albus asked gently.

Harry shook his head as if to clear his mind and turned to look at Dumbledore. “Of course, whatever is needed. I’ll take Draco with me right now. When the others are ready, please Floo me so that I can open the wards to admit their entrance,” he said, turning back to Draco and standing up, he reached out one hand to him. “Are you ready to come home, Draco?”

Draco looked up at Harry and then over to Albus, who nodded his permission, before he took Harry’s hand and let him be pulled to his feet. He swayed slightly but was grateful for the steadying arm that came up around his waist as he was lead to the fireplace and they Flooed to Grimmauld Place.

~*~

Harry moved about the kitchen the next morning, silently preparing breakfast for his enforced guests. ‘Strike that,’ he thought, ‘two enforced guests and one very welcomed one.'

When Harry had returned home with Draco the previous afternoon, Draco had all but collapsed from sheer exhaustion. Harry had swung the young man up into his arms, marveling at how light he had become in the past three months, and had carried him up and tucked him into his own bed. He had sat watching Draco sleep for a long time, before the chimes from his Floo connection drew him away from his vigil.

Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy Flooed through his open connection, much to his apparent dismay. Not only did he have to deal with his snarky ex-professor, he also had to deal with his loves’ father who, on occasion, as he was growing up, attempted to kill him.

Both men had said very little and disappeared together into the room that he had set aside for Snape. He really didn’t want to think too deep into that connection.

The door behind him swung open and he turned to see a flash of blond hair. At first he thought it was Draco, and a welcoming smile bloomed across his face, but as the individual moved further into the room, he discovered it was Lucius Malfoy. His smile disappeared and he turned back to the stove, stirring the eggs he was scrambling.

“Coffee’s on the counter and tea is in the cupboard,” Harry said brusquely, ignoring the soft noises that came from behind him. He heard the clinking of cups and the soft pouring sounds of coffee.

“Mr. Potter,” Lucius said. Harry stiffening at the voice, stopped stirring the eggs, yet did not turn around to acknowledge the other man.

“I just wanted to thank you for taking us into your home. I know that it was against your will, yet I know that both Severus and I are quite grateful,” Lucius said, his eyes fixed on the broad shoulders before him. He knew that Harry didn’t like him or Severus, but he had to find a way to at least make their stay somewhat amicable. “We will endeavor to stay out of your way as much as possible, Mr. Potter.”

Harry reached out and turned off the stove, pulling the pan from the heat and dishing up the eggs onto two plates he had placed on a tray, which already contained coffee and toast. He placed the pan in the sink and picked up the tray, before turning to face the other man.

“You have free run of my home, Mr. Malfoy. I will cook dinner nightly, all other meals you will have to find on your own. The only thing that I ask is that neither of you set foot on the third floor. Now if you will excuse me, I have someone who will need his breakfast soon.” Harry turned and walked from the kitchen, leaving a very confused Lucius Malfoy behind.

When Harry pushed open his door, all the ire that had risen within him during the short confrontation with Lucius evaporated by the sight of the blond man sprawled across his bed. Draco had moved from the tight curled-up ball that he had left him in before going downstairs, to a sprawled out position taking up nearly all of the huge bed.

He walked across the room silently, placing the tray on the side table and sitting down in the chair next to the bed. He stared, enraptured by the soft glow of filtered sunlight over pale flesh. Even though Draco had not awakened last night to bathe away the filth of his captivity, he still was stunning in Harry’s eyes. So engrossed he was in looking at Draco, he didn’t notice Draco’s eyes blinking blearily open.

“Harry?” Draco murmured sleepily, eyes half open. Harry smiled as he looked into those sleepy blue-gray eyes.

“Morning, love,” he said softly, moving out of the chair and onto the end of the bed. He reached out and cupped his palm along Draco’s cheek. “How are you feeling?”

“Mmm, like someone ran over me with a Hippogriff,” Draco mumbled, blinking groggily up at him. “Do I smell breakfast?”

“Yep, just brought it up fresh from the kitchen, do you think you can eat something?” Harry asked, as he helped Draco up into a sitting position, fluffing a pillow behind him before he reached for the tray and placed it over his lap.

Draco hummed happily as he picked up his fork and began devouring the meal. Harry looked on with satisfaction as Draco managed to eat everything on the plate before he leaned back against the pillows with the cup of coffee cradled between his fingers. It was as he was sipping the coffee that Draco noticed the condition of his hands.

“Why did you let me go to sleep this filthy, Harry?” Draco whined, which Harry immediately found endearing as he watched Draco begin to fuss over his appearance.

“Because you passed out after we arrived home and I carried you to bed, where you have been sleeping ever since. However,” Harry said, holding up one hand to stop Draco’s tirade, “I think that you should have no problems this morning with a shower.”

“Very funny,” Draco said, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the grinning man sitting on the edge of the bed. Harry laughed and leaned in, brushing a chaste kiss on Draco’s brow before standing up and removing the tray from his lap.

“If you would like to follow me, your highness, I can show you to the bathing quarters,” Harry said, laughing and ducking the pillow that was tossed at him. “Really, Draco, the bathroom is through that door. Help yourself to whatever you need,” Harry chuckled as he gestured with his elbow to the door in the corner of the room. “I’m just going to take this back downstairs, come down when you’re finished.”

An hour later, after Draco had scrubbed away the filth and muck covering his hair and body and had found suitably clean clothes, he wandered downstairs in search of Harry. After checking the dining room, kitchen and living room, he finally stumbled upon Harry elbow deep in books and loose parchment in the library. Leaning in the doorway, he watched Harry as he seemingly was engrossed behind a large dusty tome.

“You don’t have to stand there, you are welcome to come in and have a seat,” Harry said, not even looking up from behind the book.

Draco sauntered in, draping himself in a wing chair carelessly as he watch Harry place a bookmark in the tome and place it gently back down on the stack.

“You look much better,” Harry said, propping his chin up on one hand and gazing over at the blond-haired man across from him.

“Thank you, I feel much better,” Draco said, before waving a hand in the direction of all the books and parchment, “Is that the research caused from the information that I gave you?”

“Yep,” Harry started, sighing as he looked disgustedly down at the pile, “I haven’t, as of yet, come across the item mentioned by your information. If only I could find a hint or a map or something, this war could end sooner than later.”

“Would you like some help?” Draco asked, leaning forward to reach out and pickup one of the tomes closest to him. He ran a finger down a dusty spine before flipping it open.

“Any help would be appreciated. Ever since I kicked the Order out, I have had to do this all on my own,” Harry said, his eyes hardening at the memory of that night.

“Kicked them out…why?” Draco asked, but feeling very sure that he already knew the answer to that question. He watched as Harry pushed back from the desk and came around it to lean against the front, one leg crossed casually over the other, arms folded over his chest.

“It could have been for a number of reasons, such things as continually keeping me in the dark about aspects of this war that I should have been aware of long ago. The fact, that even though I have long since graduated and grown up, they still consider me a child and as such one to be protected from the ‘horrors’ of war,” Harry said sarcastically, a smirk traipsing across his face momentarily before he dropped his arms and placed them arms of the chair, surrounding Draco and trapping him into the chair. “It could also be that I finally got tired of them lying to me about things I needed to know.”

“Like the fact that I was spying for the Light,” Draco said, his breath catching in his throat as Harry leaned closer, his lips only inches from his.

“Oh yes, that very fact, indeed,” Harry murmured, “Did you know that I had a crush on you during our Seventh Year?”

“You did?” Draco asked surprised, leaning back slightly to look up into Harry’s face. “Really?”

“Yes, really. Just watching you stalk around, almost like a predatory animal, had me nearly hard all the time,” Harry whispered, leaning back in and next to Draco’s ear. “I’d sneak down to the Quidditch Pitch when your team was practicing, just so that I could see that magnificent arse of yours gripping tight to the handle of your broomstick. And, if I was lucky and you lingered in the locker room, I’d get a glimpse of that delectable flesh.”

Draco shivered as the words brushed over his ear and down his spine, and unconsciously he turned his head and dragged his lips along the column of Harry’s throat, tasting the tantalizing flesh beneath them. He reached up and pulled Harry down to straddle his legs, wrapping arms about him as his face was buried in the column of Harry’s neck. Their hips began to surge against one another, as fingers tangled in hair and shirts, as lips desperately nipped and licked along any available flesh. Separation had made their passion hot and fierce; clothing tore as fingers scrambled to find the other.

Both were so engrossed in their actions, that they didn’t hear the door to the library open, nor see the stunned looks on the other two men’s faces.

~TBC~