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Dragon in the Order
Chapter Number/Total: 21/44
Chapter Title: Dragon in the Order
Words: 4141 Words
Harry was down the stairs quietly and in the kitchen in a few minutes, but he could barely fit. It was if every single Order member was there.
"What's all this?" he asked Hermione, looking around at everyone.
"Order meeting to state you as the new leader officially," she said.
Draco stood at the top of the stairs, looking over the crowd of people in the kitchen. He recognised most of them. He thought about the night Dumbledore had tried to offer him sanctuary. These were the same people he had been talking about. How would they see him now?
Lupin looked up. "Come on in, Harry." He waved him forward.
Most of the people in room smiled at Harry. But a few also glanced nervously at Draco standing in the background.
Harry shrugged and stepped forward, greeting people as he moved over to Lupin. "Is everyone here to see me made leader?" he asked.
"There are other matters to discuss, as well," Shacklebolt said, eyeing Draco.
Moody snorted. "That one isn't an Order member," he said, pointing toward the stairs.
Harry frowned. "He will be," he said firmly. He looked at Draco, telling him silently that he could come down if he wanted to, but he didn't mind if Draco preferred to stay where he was.
Draco took a few more steps and then stopped where he still had a good view of the room. He nodded back, leaning against the wall of the stairwell.
"Harry," Tonks began, nodding and smiling to him, she fidgeted with the drink of pumpkin juice in front of her and only Remus catching it prevented it from spilling.
"We trust you and all," she continued, "but maybe you should explain it to us anyway."
"Well," said Harry, "what exactly do you want to know? There's quite a bit to tell."
Several people around the room seemed to flush and look away. Tonks shrugged. "Maybe just what happened to make you trust," she glanced up at the blond, "him."
There was some grumbling in the room as others seem to agree with her.
"He's a known servant of You-Know-Who," Moody said, his mechanical eye having kept an eye on Draco from the time they walked in the room.
"First off, he's my lover, boyfriend, if you prefer, and I trust him and love him dearly. Now that that's out of the way - let's not all go jumping down his throat, yeah? He isn't working for Voldemort, just got caught up in some nasty stuff. He's bound to me like many of you probably know, and therefore, I can tell him not to lie and he can tell you all of this himself. He got off when he had that interrogation with the Minister, so there's further proof."
Harry's speech made Draco smile. Not because of what he said, but the quick, breathless, jumbled way he did it.
Moody harrumphed and muttered something about the Minister not knowing his arse from a melon.
Harry looked at Moody. "I agree," he said, "but I'm not lying about Draco."
Mr Weasley waved a hand through the air to speak. "Draco has been staying with my family and I've seen no suspicious behaviour from him at all. And I was, myself, suspicious of him at first."
"He's really been nothing but a dear," said Mrs Weasley.
Draco pushed off from the wall and took another step down the stairs, effectively bringing the attention of the room back to him. "I am not now, nor have I ever been, a Death Eater. I do not support the Dark Lord, nor his goals," he said in a calm voice. "I will follow Harry Potter, no matter what the cost." As if to emphasise his point, he used his construct hand to gesture.
The room was quiet for a minute. Lupin cleared his throat. "Well, that seems clear enough. Shall we get to business?"
Harry smiled at Draco and nodded. "Yes, let's," he said. "I won't be any more ready for this tomorrow."
Draco stood quiet through most of the meeting, paying close attention to the personal dynamics of the group. After they got into their discussions, most seemed to relax and almost forget he was there. Well, except for Moody, who never stopped watching him. Harry was confirmed pretty quickly, as were the admission of Ron, Hermione and then, with some grumbling, Draco.
Most of the rest of the meeting was taken up with reports of Lupin's work with the werewolves, Hagrid's with the giants, Shacklebolt and Tonks about the work of the Aurors and Ministry. All in all, Draco learnt a lot in a short amount of time. The most visible gap was a lack of discussion about what had happened to Dumbledore and the future of Hogwarts.
Harry wasn't shocked by any of the news. The same reports had been made before. Some of the Werewolves showed interest in going against Voldemort's cause, but not enough for it to be anything significant. The Ministry was being just as wonderful as always - no surprises there. The Aurors were doing their jobs, Harry had to respect them for that, even if Scrimgeour had them on pointless assignments.
Draco was impressed with some of the tactics of the group. But he also felt there were a lot of areas where they were weak. But his favourite part was watching Harry take over the meeting. Harry wasn't even aware of it when he did. At first, Lupin was leading things and then suddenly, Harry was directing, asking questions and giving orders. And the rest seemed to be relieved to have a leader. Draco smiled.
"Is that it then?" Harry asked, looking around at the full table. "Anything new with Death Eaters? How about Snape? Anything on him?"
"No one has seen or heard anything about him since he left you two at St Mungo’s," Moody practically growled, clearly unhappy.
Harry sighed, not surprised by that either. "Well, that's it then. We've got people watching suspected Death Eaters, we've got Aurors in a dozen different locations. If the enemy doesn't move, we don't. We don't have much of any leads right now, so let's just wait to see what happens. I have a feeling this time of slight peace isn't going to last long."
Draco nodded in agreement. He had some ideas about that, but would talk directly to Harry about them. He did not feel comfortable talking to the group about his background yet.
Harry leaned back in his chair and his stomach gave a huge rumble. Several people looked at him. "Hungry, I guess," he said shrugging.
Mrs Weasley jumped to her feet. "I'll start dinner," she said. "Who's all staying?"
Draco would have stayed on the stairs, but he didn't want to block them. So he made his way down into the kitchen, a little nervous about being in this particular crowd.
A lot of people were staying, but quite a few left, needing to get back to work or family. Harry looked up at Draco and patted the now empty chair next to him.
Draco made his way over to the seat and sat next to Harry, still quiet among the after meeting chatter.
Harry smiled softly at Draco. "What do you think?" he asked.
Draco wore the usual calm face he wore in public. He looked around the room. "They have potential," he said guardedly.
Harry snorted quietly. "That's good," he said. "It'll take a while for them to trust you. Moody'll probably never trust you, but he doesn't even trust me half the time."
"I don't expect them to trust me," Draco said quietly. "I wouldn't in their positions."
Harry nodded. "You know the other side like none of us do. They'll realise how important you'll be when they see that."
"Or they will realise that I know more than they are comfortable with," Draco said. "You can't sugar coat what I was raised to be, Harry."
Harry sighed. "I know - just -" he sighed again. "I know."
"Wotcher, Harry," Tonks said, sitting back down across the table from them. "Hiya cousin," she smiled at Draco.
Draco regarded the woman with bright pink hair for a moment, then nodded. "How are you?"
"Oh, that's right," said Harry looking between Tonks and Draco. "You two are cousins aren't you?"
"Depends on who you ask." Draco shrugged. "But bloodline wise, yes."
"Yeah, my mum was disowned," Tonks agreed.
“I suppose I am, too, now" Draco said.
Harry didn't quite know what to say about that, as Draco still hadn't talked about his family and what they had to do with this whole mess. Draco also had his "mask" on and Harry couldn't see through it.
Tonks nodded, looking serious for a change. "So they haven't contacted you at all, since..."
Draco pursed his lips, his mask slipping a bit. He shook his head. "Not a word."
Harry took Draco's hand. Ron and Hermione moved down the table to sit closer to Harry and Draco.
"You did wonderfully, Harry," said Hermione.
"Yeah, brilliant, mate," said Ron.
Harry shrugged, but smiled.
"We don't know where she is," Tonks continued, only nodding to the other two, but speaking directly to Draco. "If I hear anything, I'll let you know."
"Draco's mum?" Harry asked, turning back to Tonks.
Tonks and Draco both nodded in unison. "I would appreciate that," Draco told her.
Harry held Draco's hand a little tighter, but he didn't want to say anything until they were alone.
Draco was quiet through dinner. With all the Weasleys and other Order members, there was a lot of talking and laughing. He sat listening and watching. He had never been around people who acted liked this. They were so open about their feelings. It seemed almost garish. He felt out of place among them. Several times, he reached out to touch Harry, as if to assure himself of where his place was. His place was beside Harry.
Harry chatted and laughed with the rest, but really wanted to go somewhere with Draco and talk. He could feel Draco's discomfort as well. Once the meal was finished, he turned to the boy beside him. "You want to head up?" he asked.
Draco's eyes widened for a minute and then he nodded. He was polite and said goodbye to people, but was very relieved when Harry led him upstairs.
Once in their bedroom, Harry shut the door and turned to Draco. "Why did you look at me like that when I asked if you wanted to head up?" he asked.
Draco let out a breath, relaxing his face and body. He walked over to the bed and sat down heavily. "I just thought you would want to stay up and socialise with them."
Harry smiled. "When I can be up here with you?" he asked, sitting down next to Draco. "I did socialise with them during the meal."
Draco nodded. "And you seemed to be having fun."
Harry shrugged. "I was, but I wanted to talk to you about everything and I could tell you were uncomfortable," he said.
Draco took off his shoes and put them under the bed. He pulled his feet up on the bed and tucked them under himself, turning to face Harry. "It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," he said.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, kicking his shoes off as well. He sat cross-legged, facing Draco.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "I am the son of Death Eaters and was supposed to become one." He sighed. "I didn't expect to be tolerated by Dumbledore's Order."
Harry shrugged. "There's nothing they can do about it. And there's a huge difference between supposed to be a Death Eater, and actually being one."
"Well, actually, there is a lot they could do about it." Draco sighed again. "But I am glad they aren't so inclined."
"There's nothing they can do about it unless they want to make me mad as all hell, but I am glad they didn't do anything, I suppose," Harry said, leaning back on his hands.
"Yeah, well, I guess I am lucky to be with Saint Potter then." Draco rolled his eyes.
Harry snorted. "You of all people should know I'm not a saint," he said, but then more seriously, "What else did you think?"
"I think that they have no clue as to how nasty it is going to get," he said bluntly.
Harry winced. "I know," he said. "I've seen Voldemort. I've seen how he is. How nasty do you think it will get?"
"I think he is insane and getting worse, and I think most of those who follow him enjoy the pain and fear they cause," Draco answered. "That means this isn't just about what wins or doesn't. It's about maximum terror and pain."
Harry wasn't shocked by that, because he knew really, but his stomach sank all the same. "This is going to be hard, and if I don't find the Horcruxes, it's going to be pointless."
Draco nodded, looking down at his hands, pulling lint from the edge of his trousers. "I need you to tell me everything you know about Horcruxes, the Dark Lord and Dumbledore. But not ... tonight. I am so bloody tired."
Harry sighed and nodded. "Let's go to sleep then," he said, standing and pulling off his shirt.
Draco chuckled. "Can't yet, my hero," he said.
"Huh?" said Harry as he began messing with his trouser fasteners.
"I topped today," Draco said, standing up to undress as well. He laid his clothes on a chair in the room as he did so.
Harry snorted. "So?" he said, dropping his pants.
Draco was nude now and stretched himself, feeling better now that they were alone again. His walk had some of his old swagger as he walked back over to the bed and leaned against the post. He raised an eyebrow at Harry.
Harry picked up his messy pile of clothes and threw them on the chair that Draco had set his on. He looked up at Draco and smiled. "So tired you can't talk, but not too tired for a fuck?" he said, amused.
"Yeah, well you will do most of the talking then, anyway," he smirked.
Harry snorted and moved toward Draco to pull him down for a kiss. "Tell me truthfully that you don't love it," he said, smirking.
"You just gave me a contradictory order, Harry," Draco scoffed.
Harry smiled and kissed Draco again. "That's what I thought," he said. "I expect you want my cock now?" he whispered into Draco's ear.
"Ah, Harry," Draco said, wincing. "Release the order, please."
Harry huffed and snorted at the same time. "I release it. What did it do?" he asked.
Draco gasped and let out a breath. "It hurt," he said. "Like my brain was trying to do it anyway."
"Sorry," Harry said, kissing Draco's forehead. "I didn't mean to order you."
"I know," he said, then pulled Harry against him, skin to skin. "What was that you were saying about your cock?"
Harry sucked in a breath and grinned. "How about I show you instead?" he said.
Draco was still leaning against the post, his own cock starting to show some interest in the discussion. "Sure." He smirked. "How do you want me?"
Harry smirked as well. "On your back and your legs spread," he said, delivering a long lick to Draco's neck.
Draco shuddered, raising an eyebrow even as his breath sped up. "As you wish." He slid onto the bed, assuming the same position Harry had earlier in the day.
Harry admired the view for a few seconds and then got the lube from his trousers. He moved onto the bed, fingers already slicked. "You know, I think you're always tight and perfect for my cock," he told Draco, pushing just the tips of his fingers into him.
"Always?" Draco, smirked. "I thought you never thought of me that way before I kissed you."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "I may not have known it, but your arse was still there all the time, just waiting for little Harry... well, maybe not so little," Harry joked, and he was amazed that he was able to joke at all with his fingers nearly inside Draco.
Draco moaned, unable to really respond as Harry pushed his fingers inside. Ten minutes ago he was depressed. Now he lay on his back with Harry finger-fucking him and his cock twitching. It was fucking unbelievable and he loved it.
Harry's breathing was heavy now as he pushed his fingers inside of Draco. Harry had never in his life thought that he would be here, in Grimmauld Place with a Death Eater's son, and so in love with him, all he had to do to find his sense of self was to look at this boy. Draco Malfoy had not been who he had pictured spending the rest of his life with, but now, looking at him, and loving him so much, he knew he would never have it any other way.
"Harry, oh, Gods, Harry. I want you inside me," Draco moaned, knowing he was begging now and didn't care. He could feel the edge of Harry's magic and the tease of his fingers. It made him hunger for more.
Harry nodded and moaned quietly. He moved up to Draco's entrance and lubed his cock before sliding in slowly. "I love you more than anything," he said quietly, his eyes closed as he tried to steady himself.
Draco put his hands under his knees, pulling them to his chest so that he was as open as he could be for Harry. "Deep, I want you deep inside," he encouraged.
Harry let out a low growling moan and complied, pushing as far into Draco as he could so that he could feel the low skin of his stomach touching Draco's arse, sparks of pleasure shooting through him.
The feeling of Harry deep inside him, made him feel whole. The tight burn of entry was nothing compared to that full feeling and the warmth that spread out from the other boy and through Draco. He moaned and trembled, his eyes closing as he focused on the sensation while his body raced to catch up.
Harry slid slowly out again. He wanted it to last and he could feel that Draco did too. He opened his eyes and watched as Draco moaned and how his hard cock glistened with pre-come and Harry's breathing sped up even more.
"Mmm, yes," Draco whispered. "Inside, again." He opened his eyes and looked up at his lover. He felt a tremble of pleasure in his body at the sight. Those green eyes shining, black hair falling into his face and muscled torso straining above Draco.
Harry slid back inside. "Draco," he whispered. "Draco, Draco, Draco." He said it with every slow thrust, his eyes focused on the grey ones in front of him.
"Soo, good," Draco gasped. "Feels so good, inside." He struggled to keep his eyes open, focusing on Harry.
Harry gasped quietly and kept his pace, feeling absolutely everything. Every sensation that Draco provided him with, every slick slide inside seemed to give something new and every time he pulled out, he could feel all of Draco surrounding him.
"Harry, yes," Draco encouraged. "So amazing." This was new, Harry slowly fucking him like this. Magic swirled in patterns between them and Draco loved the sensation of being completely felt by him.
Harry gasped again. He nodded weakly, agreeing that it was amazing. His whole body felt warm and alive and he felt oddly... powerful like this, like being with Draco, being literally inside him, made him more himself, more alive and awake.
Draco was swept away in the rocking of their bodies and the waves of pleasure and magic. He couldn't have told you how long, but it was bliss. Then he felt the magic shift and his body tensing with it. His breath sped up and he gasped. "Yes, Harry, yes," he whispered.
Harry switched his angle just a bit and thrust a tad quicker, his eyes still on Draco. He panted, his glasses, which he had forgotten to remove, fogging up a little.
Draco gasped as Harry's movements intensified the sensations, his eyes wide at the sparks shooting through his body. "Harry, close," he said, trying to encourage his lover.
"Mmmm," Harry moaned and he pumped his hips, feeling pretty close himself. His head dropped as his muscles in his lower body contracted and tensed with the speeding up of his thrusting.
"Gods, yes!" Draco gasped, shuddering as he felt himself slipping over the edge, his body tensing for release.
"Fuck," Harry gasped as he began to feel light headed from his approaching orgasm. He thrust harder, squeezing his eyes closed.
Draco's back arched. His hands holding his legs trembled and he shook as he came, crying out wordlessly.
"Ahhhhh," Harry let out long and loud and almost pitifully as Draco's arse clenched around him. He came in seconds, his head thrown back and his breath coming in quick gasps.
Draco laid shuddering in the aftermath of his own and Harry's release, feeling the burst of magic in every part of his own body.
Harry looked down at Draco, his chest still heaving. He didn't say anything, just stared at him with soft eyes and a gentle smile.
Draco released his legs, allowing them to slip down so that his feet rested on the bed, still spread for Harry but more relaxed. He smiled happily and a bit silly at Harry.
Harry's smile grew as he leaned down to kiss Draco softly on the lips.
"Mmm." Draco kissed him back, soft and lazy. He felt like he was floating, warm and comfortable. He slid his feet down so that they hooked around the back of Harry's thighs and his arms around him. "S'good," he murmured.
"Yeah," Harry said softly, voice low. He kissed Draco again and ran his fingers through his hair gently. "Love you," he whispered.
"Yes, love me." He grinned happily.
Harry chuckled low in his throat. "Prat," he said, sliding out of Draco and then laying his head on his shoulder, still completely on top of him.
"Yes, your very own prat," Draco murmured contentedly. He hugged Harry to him -- then had a startled moment when he realised he had touched Harry's skin with the construct hand. He had, so far, been very careful not to do that, not wanting Harry to feel what he considered the un-natural thing. He tried to casually put the arm back down, holding Harry tighter with his own hand.
"What? Not good enough to be held with both arms?" Harry joked quietly. Draco's construct didn't bother him one bit, and he knew Draco was uncomfortable with it, so he tried to make it clear that he didn't mind it.
"Can't hold you with both hands." Draco sighed. "Only got one."
"Draco," Harry said, "do you think your construct hand is ugly or something?" He already knew the answer, but all the same...
"Of course, it is." Draco sighed. "And I don't want to talk about it."
Harry sighed. "Fine," he said softly, "but I don't think anything about you is ugly, just so you know."
Draco huffed, not bothering to explain the flaw in Harry's logic that the construct wasn't part of him. Instead, he kissed the top of Harry's head.
Harry sighed again and yawned. He took his glasses off and thought about getting up to put them on the table, but then simply chucked them.
Draco chuckled. "How often do you have to replace those? You throw them a lot."
Harry smiled and shrugged. "S'called a Reparo," he said.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Want to get cleaned up and under the covers?"
Harry yawned again. "I guess," he slurred.
Draco sighed. "So move that sexy arse then." He Summoned his wand and waited.
Harry grinned widely and kissed Draco's skin in front of him before rolling off of him slowly.
Draco did Cleaning Charms for both of them and then used the charm to remove the construct hand and set it beside the bed with his wand.
Harry yawned a third time and wiggled under the warm, think blanket.
Draco climbed under the covers with him and spooned up to him, his face pressed against Harry's hair.
Harry closed his eyes. "Have you really loved me since you were eleven?" he asked sleepily.
"Wanted you, obsessed over you, desired you, hated you and loved you, I guess," Draco whispered.
Harry let out one sleepy laugh. "Yeah," he said, and he pressed back against Draco's warm skin and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Title: Dragon in the Order
Words: 4141 Words
Harry was down the stairs quietly and in the kitchen in a few minutes, but he could barely fit. It was if every single Order member was there.
"What's all this?" he asked Hermione, looking around at everyone.
"Order meeting to state you as the new leader officially," she said.
Draco stood at the top of the stairs, looking over the crowd of people in the kitchen. He recognised most of them. He thought about the night Dumbledore had tried to offer him sanctuary. These were the same people he had been talking about. How would they see him now?
Lupin looked up. "Come on in, Harry." He waved him forward.
Most of the people in room smiled at Harry. But a few also glanced nervously at Draco standing in the background.
Harry shrugged and stepped forward, greeting people as he moved over to Lupin. "Is everyone here to see me made leader?" he asked.
"There are other matters to discuss, as well," Shacklebolt said, eyeing Draco.
Moody snorted. "That one isn't an Order member," he said, pointing toward the stairs.
Harry frowned. "He will be," he said firmly. He looked at Draco, telling him silently that he could come down if he wanted to, but he didn't mind if Draco preferred to stay where he was.
Draco took a few more steps and then stopped where he still had a good view of the room. He nodded back, leaning against the wall of the stairwell.
"Harry," Tonks began, nodding and smiling to him, she fidgeted with the drink of pumpkin juice in front of her and only Remus catching it prevented it from spilling.
"We trust you and all," she continued, "but maybe you should explain it to us anyway."
"Well," said Harry, "what exactly do you want to know? There's quite a bit to tell."
Several people around the room seemed to flush and look away. Tonks shrugged. "Maybe just what happened to make you trust," she glanced up at the blond, "him."
There was some grumbling in the room as others seem to agree with her.
"He's a known servant of You-Know-Who," Moody said, his mechanical eye having kept an eye on Draco from the time they walked in the room.
"First off, he's my lover, boyfriend, if you prefer, and I trust him and love him dearly. Now that that's out of the way - let's not all go jumping down his throat, yeah? He isn't working for Voldemort, just got caught up in some nasty stuff. He's bound to me like many of you probably know, and therefore, I can tell him not to lie and he can tell you all of this himself. He got off when he had that interrogation with the Minister, so there's further proof."
Harry's speech made Draco smile. Not because of what he said, but the quick, breathless, jumbled way he did it.
Moody harrumphed and muttered something about the Minister not knowing his arse from a melon.
Harry looked at Moody. "I agree," he said, "but I'm not lying about Draco."
Mr Weasley waved a hand through the air to speak. "Draco has been staying with my family and I've seen no suspicious behaviour from him at all. And I was, myself, suspicious of him at first."
"He's really been nothing but a dear," said Mrs Weasley.
Draco pushed off from the wall and took another step down the stairs, effectively bringing the attention of the room back to him. "I am not now, nor have I ever been, a Death Eater. I do not support the Dark Lord, nor his goals," he said in a calm voice. "I will follow Harry Potter, no matter what the cost." As if to emphasise his point, he used his construct hand to gesture.
The room was quiet for a minute. Lupin cleared his throat. "Well, that seems clear enough. Shall we get to business?"
Harry smiled at Draco and nodded. "Yes, let's," he said. "I won't be any more ready for this tomorrow."
Draco stood quiet through most of the meeting, paying close attention to the personal dynamics of the group. After they got into their discussions, most seemed to relax and almost forget he was there. Well, except for Moody, who never stopped watching him. Harry was confirmed pretty quickly, as were the admission of Ron, Hermione and then, with some grumbling, Draco.
Most of the rest of the meeting was taken up with reports of Lupin's work with the werewolves, Hagrid's with the giants, Shacklebolt and Tonks about the work of the Aurors and Ministry. All in all, Draco learnt a lot in a short amount of time. The most visible gap was a lack of discussion about what had happened to Dumbledore and the future of Hogwarts.
Harry wasn't shocked by any of the news. The same reports had been made before. Some of the Werewolves showed interest in going against Voldemort's cause, but not enough for it to be anything significant. The Ministry was being just as wonderful as always - no surprises there. The Aurors were doing their jobs, Harry had to respect them for that, even if Scrimgeour had them on pointless assignments.
Draco was impressed with some of the tactics of the group. But he also felt there were a lot of areas where they were weak. But his favourite part was watching Harry take over the meeting. Harry wasn't even aware of it when he did. At first, Lupin was leading things and then suddenly, Harry was directing, asking questions and giving orders. And the rest seemed to be relieved to have a leader. Draco smiled.
"Is that it then?" Harry asked, looking around at the full table. "Anything new with Death Eaters? How about Snape? Anything on him?"
"No one has seen or heard anything about him since he left you two at St Mungo’s," Moody practically growled, clearly unhappy.
Harry sighed, not surprised by that either. "Well, that's it then. We've got people watching suspected Death Eaters, we've got Aurors in a dozen different locations. If the enemy doesn't move, we don't. We don't have much of any leads right now, so let's just wait to see what happens. I have a feeling this time of slight peace isn't going to last long."
Draco nodded in agreement. He had some ideas about that, but would talk directly to Harry about them. He did not feel comfortable talking to the group about his background yet.
Harry leaned back in his chair and his stomach gave a huge rumble. Several people looked at him. "Hungry, I guess," he said shrugging.
Mrs Weasley jumped to her feet. "I'll start dinner," she said. "Who's all staying?"
Draco would have stayed on the stairs, but he didn't want to block them. So he made his way down into the kitchen, a little nervous about being in this particular crowd.
A lot of people were staying, but quite a few left, needing to get back to work or family. Harry looked up at Draco and patted the now empty chair next to him.
Draco made his way over to the seat and sat next to Harry, still quiet among the after meeting chatter.
Harry smiled softly at Draco. "What do you think?" he asked.
Draco wore the usual calm face he wore in public. He looked around the room. "They have potential," he said guardedly.
Harry snorted quietly. "That's good," he said. "It'll take a while for them to trust you. Moody'll probably never trust you, but he doesn't even trust me half the time."
"I don't expect them to trust me," Draco said quietly. "I wouldn't in their positions."
Harry nodded. "You know the other side like none of us do. They'll realise how important you'll be when they see that."
"Or they will realise that I know more than they are comfortable with," Draco said. "You can't sugar coat what I was raised to be, Harry."
Harry sighed. "I know - just -" he sighed again. "I know."
"Wotcher, Harry," Tonks said, sitting back down across the table from them. "Hiya cousin," she smiled at Draco.
Draco regarded the woman with bright pink hair for a moment, then nodded. "How are you?"
"Oh, that's right," said Harry looking between Tonks and Draco. "You two are cousins aren't you?"
"Depends on who you ask." Draco shrugged. "But bloodline wise, yes."
"Yeah, my mum was disowned," Tonks agreed.
“I suppose I am, too, now" Draco said.
Harry didn't quite know what to say about that, as Draco still hadn't talked about his family and what they had to do with this whole mess. Draco also had his "mask" on and Harry couldn't see through it.
Tonks nodded, looking serious for a change. "So they haven't contacted you at all, since..."
Draco pursed his lips, his mask slipping a bit. He shook his head. "Not a word."
Harry took Draco's hand. Ron and Hermione moved down the table to sit closer to Harry and Draco.
"You did wonderfully, Harry," said Hermione.
"Yeah, brilliant, mate," said Ron.
Harry shrugged, but smiled.
"We don't know where she is," Tonks continued, only nodding to the other two, but speaking directly to Draco. "If I hear anything, I'll let you know."
"Draco's mum?" Harry asked, turning back to Tonks.
Tonks and Draco both nodded in unison. "I would appreciate that," Draco told her.
Harry held Draco's hand a little tighter, but he didn't want to say anything until they were alone.
Draco was quiet through dinner. With all the Weasleys and other Order members, there was a lot of talking and laughing. He sat listening and watching. He had never been around people who acted liked this. They were so open about their feelings. It seemed almost garish. He felt out of place among them. Several times, he reached out to touch Harry, as if to assure himself of where his place was. His place was beside Harry.
Harry chatted and laughed with the rest, but really wanted to go somewhere with Draco and talk. He could feel Draco's discomfort as well. Once the meal was finished, he turned to the boy beside him. "You want to head up?" he asked.
Draco's eyes widened for a minute and then he nodded. He was polite and said goodbye to people, but was very relieved when Harry led him upstairs.
Once in their bedroom, Harry shut the door and turned to Draco. "Why did you look at me like that when I asked if you wanted to head up?" he asked.
Draco let out a breath, relaxing his face and body. He walked over to the bed and sat down heavily. "I just thought you would want to stay up and socialise with them."
Harry smiled. "When I can be up here with you?" he asked, sitting down next to Draco. "I did socialise with them during the meal."
Draco nodded. "And you seemed to be having fun."
Harry shrugged. "I was, but I wanted to talk to you about everything and I could tell you were uncomfortable," he said.
Draco took off his shoes and put them under the bed. He pulled his feet up on the bed and tucked them under himself, turning to face Harry. "It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," he said.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, kicking his shoes off as well. He sat cross-legged, facing Draco.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "I am the son of Death Eaters and was supposed to become one." He sighed. "I didn't expect to be tolerated by Dumbledore's Order."
Harry shrugged. "There's nothing they can do about it. And there's a huge difference between supposed to be a Death Eater, and actually being one."
"Well, actually, there is a lot they could do about it." Draco sighed again. "But I am glad they aren't so inclined."
"There's nothing they can do about it unless they want to make me mad as all hell, but I am glad they didn't do anything, I suppose," Harry said, leaning back on his hands.
"Yeah, well, I guess I am lucky to be with Saint Potter then." Draco rolled his eyes.
Harry snorted. "You of all people should know I'm not a saint," he said, but then more seriously, "What else did you think?"
"I think that they have no clue as to how nasty it is going to get," he said bluntly.
Harry winced. "I know," he said. "I've seen Voldemort. I've seen how he is. How nasty do you think it will get?"
"I think he is insane and getting worse, and I think most of those who follow him enjoy the pain and fear they cause," Draco answered. "That means this isn't just about what wins or doesn't. It's about maximum terror and pain."
Harry wasn't shocked by that, because he knew really, but his stomach sank all the same. "This is going to be hard, and if I don't find the Horcruxes, it's going to be pointless."
Draco nodded, looking down at his hands, pulling lint from the edge of his trousers. "I need you to tell me everything you know about Horcruxes, the Dark Lord and Dumbledore. But not ... tonight. I am so bloody tired."
Harry sighed and nodded. "Let's go to sleep then," he said, standing and pulling off his shirt.
Draco chuckled. "Can't yet, my hero," he said.
"Huh?" said Harry as he began messing with his trouser fasteners.
"I topped today," Draco said, standing up to undress as well. He laid his clothes on a chair in the room as he did so.
Harry snorted. "So?" he said, dropping his pants.
Draco was nude now and stretched himself, feeling better now that they were alone again. His walk had some of his old swagger as he walked back over to the bed and leaned against the post. He raised an eyebrow at Harry.
Harry picked up his messy pile of clothes and threw them on the chair that Draco had set his on. He looked up at Draco and smiled. "So tired you can't talk, but not too tired for a fuck?" he said, amused.
"Yeah, well you will do most of the talking then, anyway," he smirked.
Harry snorted and moved toward Draco to pull him down for a kiss. "Tell me truthfully that you don't love it," he said, smirking.
"You just gave me a contradictory order, Harry," Draco scoffed.
Harry smiled and kissed Draco again. "That's what I thought," he said. "I expect you want my cock now?" he whispered into Draco's ear.
"Ah, Harry," Draco said, wincing. "Release the order, please."
Harry huffed and snorted at the same time. "I release it. What did it do?" he asked.
Draco gasped and let out a breath. "It hurt," he said. "Like my brain was trying to do it anyway."
"Sorry," Harry said, kissing Draco's forehead. "I didn't mean to order you."
"I know," he said, then pulled Harry against him, skin to skin. "What was that you were saying about your cock?"
Harry sucked in a breath and grinned. "How about I show you instead?" he said.
Draco was still leaning against the post, his own cock starting to show some interest in the discussion. "Sure." He smirked. "How do you want me?"
Harry smirked as well. "On your back and your legs spread," he said, delivering a long lick to Draco's neck.
Draco shuddered, raising an eyebrow even as his breath sped up. "As you wish." He slid onto the bed, assuming the same position Harry had earlier in the day.
Harry admired the view for a few seconds and then got the lube from his trousers. He moved onto the bed, fingers already slicked. "You know, I think you're always tight and perfect for my cock," he told Draco, pushing just the tips of his fingers into him.
"Always?" Draco, smirked. "I thought you never thought of me that way before I kissed you."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "I may not have known it, but your arse was still there all the time, just waiting for little Harry... well, maybe not so little," Harry joked, and he was amazed that he was able to joke at all with his fingers nearly inside Draco.
Draco moaned, unable to really respond as Harry pushed his fingers inside. Ten minutes ago he was depressed. Now he lay on his back with Harry finger-fucking him and his cock twitching. It was fucking unbelievable and he loved it.
Harry's breathing was heavy now as he pushed his fingers inside of Draco. Harry had never in his life thought that he would be here, in Grimmauld Place with a Death Eater's son, and so in love with him, all he had to do to find his sense of self was to look at this boy. Draco Malfoy had not been who he had pictured spending the rest of his life with, but now, looking at him, and loving him so much, he knew he would never have it any other way.
"Harry, oh, Gods, Harry. I want you inside me," Draco moaned, knowing he was begging now and didn't care. He could feel the edge of Harry's magic and the tease of his fingers. It made him hunger for more.
Harry nodded and moaned quietly. He moved up to Draco's entrance and lubed his cock before sliding in slowly. "I love you more than anything," he said quietly, his eyes closed as he tried to steady himself.
Draco put his hands under his knees, pulling them to his chest so that he was as open as he could be for Harry. "Deep, I want you deep inside," he encouraged.
Harry let out a low growling moan and complied, pushing as far into Draco as he could so that he could feel the low skin of his stomach touching Draco's arse, sparks of pleasure shooting through him.
The feeling of Harry deep inside him, made him feel whole. The tight burn of entry was nothing compared to that full feeling and the warmth that spread out from the other boy and through Draco. He moaned and trembled, his eyes closing as he focused on the sensation while his body raced to catch up.
Harry slid slowly out again. He wanted it to last and he could feel that Draco did too. He opened his eyes and watched as Draco moaned and how his hard cock glistened with pre-come and Harry's breathing sped up even more.
"Mmm, yes," Draco whispered. "Inside, again." He opened his eyes and looked up at his lover. He felt a tremble of pleasure in his body at the sight. Those green eyes shining, black hair falling into his face and muscled torso straining above Draco.
Harry slid back inside. "Draco," he whispered. "Draco, Draco, Draco." He said it with every slow thrust, his eyes focused on the grey ones in front of him.
"Soo, good," Draco gasped. "Feels so good, inside." He struggled to keep his eyes open, focusing on Harry.
Harry gasped quietly and kept his pace, feeling absolutely everything. Every sensation that Draco provided him with, every slick slide inside seemed to give something new and every time he pulled out, he could feel all of Draco surrounding him.
"Harry, yes," Draco encouraged. "So amazing." This was new, Harry slowly fucking him like this. Magic swirled in patterns between them and Draco loved the sensation of being completely felt by him.
Harry gasped again. He nodded weakly, agreeing that it was amazing. His whole body felt warm and alive and he felt oddly... powerful like this, like being with Draco, being literally inside him, made him more himself, more alive and awake.
Draco was swept away in the rocking of their bodies and the waves of pleasure and magic. He couldn't have told you how long, but it was bliss. Then he felt the magic shift and his body tensing with it. His breath sped up and he gasped. "Yes, Harry, yes," he whispered.
Harry switched his angle just a bit and thrust a tad quicker, his eyes still on Draco. He panted, his glasses, which he had forgotten to remove, fogging up a little.
Draco gasped as Harry's movements intensified the sensations, his eyes wide at the sparks shooting through his body. "Harry, close," he said, trying to encourage his lover.
"Mmmm," Harry moaned and he pumped his hips, feeling pretty close himself. His head dropped as his muscles in his lower body contracted and tensed with the speeding up of his thrusting.
"Gods, yes!" Draco gasped, shuddering as he felt himself slipping over the edge, his body tensing for release.
"Fuck," Harry gasped as he began to feel light headed from his approaching orgasm. He thrust harder, squeezing his eyes closed.
Draco's back arched. His hands holding his legs trembled and he shook as he came, crying out wordlessly.
"Ahhhhh," Harry let out long and loud and almost pitifully as Draco's arse clenched around him. He came in seconds, his head thrown back and his breath coming in quick gasps.
Draco laid shuddering in the aftermath of his own and Harry's release, feeling the burst of magic in every part of his own body.
Harry looked down at Draco, his chest still heaving. He didn't say anything, just stared at him with soft eyes and a gentle smile.
Draco released his legs, allowing them to slip down so that his feet rested on the bed, still spread for Harry but more relaxed. He smiled happily and a bit silly at Harry.
Harry's smile grew as he leaned down to kiss Draco softly on the lips.
"Mmm." Draco kissed him back, soft and lazy. He felt like he was floating, warm and comfortable. He slid his feet down so that they hooked around the back of Harry's thighs and his arms around him. "S'good," he murmured.
"Yeah," Harry said softly, voice low. He kissed Draco again and ran his fingers through his hair gently. "Love you," he whispered.
"Yes, love me." He grinned happily.
Harry chuckled low in his throat. "Prat," he said, sliding out of Draco and then laying his head on his shoulder, still completely on top of him.
"Yes, your very own prat," Draco murmured contentedly. He hugged Harry to him -- then had a startled moment when he realised he had touched Harry's skin with the construct hand. He had, so far, been very careful not to do that, not wanting Harry to feel what he considered the un-natural thing. He tried to casually put the arm back down, holding Harry tighter with his own hand.
"What? Not good enough to be held with both arms?" Harry joked quietly. Draco's construct didn't bother him one bit, and he knew Draco was uncomfortable with it, so he tried to make it clear that he didn't mind it.
"Can't hold you with both hands." Draco sighed. "Only got one."
"Draco," Harry said, "do you think your construct hand is ugly or something?" He already knew the answer, but all the same...
"Of course, it is." Draco sighed. "And I don't want to talk about it."
Harry sighed. "Fine," he said softly, "but I don't think anything about you is ugly, just so you know."
Draco huffed, not bothering to explain the flaw in Harry's logic that the construct wasn't part of him. Instead, he kissed the top of Harry's head.
Harry sighed again and yawned. He took his glasses off and thought about getting up to put them on the table, but then simply chucked them.
Draco chuckled. "How often do you have to replace those? You throw them a lot."
Harry smiled and shrugged. "S'called a Reparo," he said.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Want to get cleaned up and under the covers?"
Harry yawned again. "I guess," he slurred.
Draco sighed. "So move that sexy arse then." He Summoned his wand and waited.
Harry grinned widely and kissed Draco's skin in front of him before rolling off of him slowly.
Draco did Cleaning Charms for both of them and then used the charm to remove the construct hand and set it beside the bed with his wand.
Harry yawned a third time and wiggled under the warm, think blanket.
Draco climbed under the covers with him and spooned up to him, his face pressed against Harry's hair.
Harry closed his eyes. "Have you really loved me since you were eleven?" he asked sleepily.
"Wanted you, obsessed over you, desired you, hated you and loved you, I guess," Draco whispered.
Harry let out one sleepy laugh. "Yeah," he said, and he pressed back against Draco's warm skin and drifted off to sleep.