Harry Potter and The White Queen (BP3)
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Bloody Hero
Chapter Number/Total: 21/49
Chapter Title: Bloody Hero
Words: 3152 Words
Draco looked out the door, a frown on his face. He tried to tell what it was that he was feeling. It was harder in magical places like Hogsmeade, where magic was part of almost everything. What he sensed most was a feeling of being watched.
Harry pulled his wand and moved with his crowd of friends to the door of the pub. "Nothing will probably happen, but stick close and pull your wands just in case."
He waited until everyone was ready before pushing the door open and walking back out into the cold.
"We should walk them up," said Ron, eyeing Ginny worriedly.
"Yes," Draco said, but frowned, wishing he could convince Harry to Apparate home first. He knew better than to even ask. Gryffindors, he snorted. He let them take the lead, covering their retreat through town.
Harry moved quickly, wanting to get Ginny and Neville to the Thestral carriages as fast as he could. He hoped that whatever Draco was feeling he was either wrong about, or it was something that wasn't serious.
Draco cast a Shield Charm just as the first volley hit and sizzled against the spell. "Run behind us!" he yelled.
Harry spun around quickly and scowled when he saw Ginny and Neville spin with him. "Go!" he shouted at them.
Ginny looked furiously at him and opened her mouth, but Ron stepped in and grabbed her, throwing her small frame over his shoulder as he ran for it.
Harry looked wildly around him, trying to find the person who had thrown the hex. "Go!" he shouted at Neville again.
"Go with them, Harry!" Draco said, standing his ground.
Harry didn't even bother with an answer to that. "Neville, if you don't get out of here, I'm going to drag you, and then we'll both be hexed!" he yelled, and Neville finally gave him a look to rival Ginny's and turned to run off behind Ron. Harry stood firmly next to Draco.
"Git!" Draco yelled at Harry as he fired another hex, ducking an incoming one a moment after.
Harry dove sideways to avoid a spell that looked like speeding fire. "Maybe you should go!" he shouted.
"No prophecy about me, Chosen One! Move your pretty arse!" Draco yelled back, casting another Shield Charm just before green fire hit it.
Harry growled with frustration and shot a Stunner at one of the hooded and masked figures. "Why do you have to be so bloody difficult?!" he yelled, diving sideways again.
"Difficult! I just saved your bloody hide!" Draco yelled, diving the other way and rolling to a crouch. "Are they safe yet, because we are definitely outnumbered!"
Harry looked over his shoulder very quickly and saw Ron and Hermione running back towards them, it cost Harry the second he would have needed to pull his arm back and a spell slashed it open. "Shit! Fuck!" he yelled, ducking again as the spells flying at them seemed to worsen and come at them quicker.
"Go, Harry!" came Hermione's voice. "Let's go!"
"Apparate, now!" Draco yelled, firing another volley of spells to cover them.
Harry leapt forward and grabbed Draco around the middle, Apparating them both before they could hit the ground, but they hit the hard floor of Malfoy Manor a second later, panting.
Draco lie under his partner, the breath knocked out of him as he tried to relax enough to start breathing again.
Hermione rushed over to them both and helped Harry off of Draco.
Harry hissed through his teeth and stared down at his slashed arm. "Ow," he said and then, "Is everyone all right?"
"I'm okay," said Ron.
Hermione nodded.
Draco rolled onto his side and started breathing again, his chest hurting. "Great. Fine," he sneered.
Harry frowned at him. "Sorry, but I wasn't leaving you," he said, pulling his torn sleeve back to examine the damage.
Draco rolled to his knees and then got to his feet. He took Harry's arm and examined it. "To my lab," he said to the others, and then Apparated himself and Harry to his Potions room.
Harry sighed and rubbed his eyes with his hand and then began pulling his cloak and shirt off without any prodding from Draco.
They were alone for a second before Hermione and Ron were there, too.
"Are you all right, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"It's fine," Harry answered.
Draco snorted and picked up a vial, handing it to Harry. Then he went for salve and bandages.
Harry made a face at the potion before drinking it down quickly. "Ugh. Did the others make it okay?"
Ron nodded. "They made it up to the castle," he said.
Harry sighed again. "Good," he said, relieved.
Draco grabbed Harry's arm again and looked at it closely, seeing that the potion had already stopped the bleeding and started it mending, he opened a jar and smeared a salve on it. Then he began to wrap gauze around it.
"An attack on Hogsmeade? Fucking figures the day we're there," Harry said bitterly, wincing as Draco took care of his arm. "Someone should go and Floo call an Order member. See if Remus is at Grimmauld and he can get Tonks."
"I'll do it," said Hermione quickly, and then she was gone with a crack.
Draco finished tying off the bandage and began cleaning up. He still hadn't said a word to Harry since they'd gotten back.
"How long will this take to heal?" Harry asked Draco, holding his arm up and looking at it.
"Ron, leave please," Draco said in a very tight voice.
Ron raised his eyebrows. "Er, yeah, okay," he said, staring between Harry and Draco for a second before he Disapperated.
Harry looked at Draco, confused by his tone.
Draco turned steely eyes on his husband, looking like a man who was ready to explode. His voice hissed like a steam kettle when he spoke. "Just what the hell was that about? You have to be the bloody hero? Could have been fucking killed!" Harry had probably never heard Draco swear so much outside of the bedroom.
Harry was taken aback for a moment but then he pulled himself to his full height and stared Draco straight in the eyes. "You wanted me to leave you and my friends behind to wait here so I could fucking panic and wonder if you were all dead or not? If you think for one second that I would have left, you obviously don't know me very well." His voice was low and dangerous.
Draco's eyes narrowed, his breath speeding up and he was shaking. "So you risk the fate of the entire war on one stupid skirmish?"
Harry glared at Draco and pushed past him, grabbing his shirt from the table as he went and pulling it angrily back on.
Draco turned and glared, stalking after him. "Just where the hell do you think you are going?"
Harry didn't answer him. He kept moving, not looking back.
Harry made it as far as the sitting room before Draco caught up with him, grabbed him, and shoved him against a wall. He glared at Harry. His face was flushed and he was panting.
Harry glared back, just as flushed with anger as Draco was. "What do you want?" he spat.
"You," Draco said, his mouth closing hard over Harry's as he pressed his body against the other man's.
Harry made an indignant sound and tried to push Draco away - for about a second. The hands on Draco's chest that had been trying to push him, grasped the material of his shirt and he pulled him closer against his own body.
The kiss was not gentle, Draco thrust his tongue against Harry's mouth, forcing his way past his lips. He erection was pressed against Harry's thigh and he actually growled when Harry pulled at him.
Harry groaned, his hands holding Draco in place forcefully. "Ugrh, you fucking drive me crazy," he said, biting at Draco's bottom lip.
Draco gasped, then returned the favour biting Harry's lip and chin, and grinding his body against his. Predictably, his hand found its way to Harry's head and fisted in his hair.
Harry hissed and began pulling roughly at Draco's shirt, trying to get it off of him. He arched forward with Draco's erection pressed against him.
Draco used his hand in Harry's hair to twist, growling, "Turn around."
Harry gasped and looked at Draco challengingly. "Why should I?" he asked, biting Draco's lip again.
"Potter," Draco growled, and used the construct hand to try to force him
Harry growled and resisted. "What if I want to fuck you?" he panted.
"I am going to fuck you hard, Potter," Draco threatened, changing tactics and using his weight and a leg to sweep Harry's legs out from under him and land him on the carpet.
Harry hit the floor and tried to scramble out of the way, attempting to roll and get up.
Draco pinned him face down on the floor, kneeling on the small of Harry's back to hold him in place. He pulled his wand and removed both their clothes.
Harry growled and tried to push against Draco to flip over. "Fuck, I want to fucking hit you sometimes!" he yelled.
"Do it then, Potter," Draco growled, casting a lube charm and then slicking himself. "Fucking bloody hero," Draco sneered, fingers reaching for his arse.
That made Harry even angrier. He knew he would look like an idiot if he tried to reach back and hit Draco from his position, but he didn't care. He swung his arm out.
Draco's laugh sounded like every taunt he had ever made at Harry in school. The blond kept his knee on Harry's back and then slid his fingers between those round arse cheeks, pressing into his entrance.
Harry groaned despite himself when Draco's fingers pressed into him and he tried to buck up against him and hit him at the same time.
Draco pushed two fingers in, twisting them in and finding Harry's prostate.
"Fuck," Harry let out, jolting forward and sounding a little weaker than he would have liked.
"Yes, Perfect Potter," Draco sneered. "That's exactly what I am going to do. Fuck you." Draco leaned in, placing his left elbow on Harry's back, pushing down to hold him in place while he moved his knee down between his legs, forcing him to spread them.
Harry closed his eyes and tried to knock Draco's elbow off his back, clenching his teeth. "Call me that again and see what happens," he panted, his arse clenching around Draco's fingers seemingly on it's own.
"Perfect Potter," Draco sneered, rotating a third finger in him and stroking his prostate repeatedly.
Harry couldn't even remember what he was going to do. He moaned and his entire body seemed to melt as Draco abused his prostate.
Draco chuckled wickedly when Harry's body surrendered. He kept his elbow on his back and slid his fingers out, sliding his hips forward. His cock was hard and leaking as he brought it to Harry's entrance. "Mine, Potter!" he growled as he slid into him.
Harry gasped and moaned helplessly, his heart thudding in his chest. He spread his legs wider, giving into Draco and throwing an arm over the back of his own head.
"Yes, mine," Draco growled again, moving his elbow to brace the construct against the floor and holding Harry's hip with his hand. He pumped his hips hard and fast.
Harry thrust back against Draco, muscles clenching. "Yours," he whispered so Draco couldn't hear.
Draco's heart was still beating frantically, the fear of their earlier fight making him feel on edge. He felt like he could feel every inch of Harry from the inside. And Harry's magic was still crackling like a lightning storm.
Harry gasped and panted and pushed back against his lover. He wanted him deeper, harder, faster, but he didn't say.
Something was shifting in the magic and Draco felt pulled in by it, his own body responding by pumping faster, deeper. Draco didn't feel in control. He felt he couldn't get enough of Harry.
"Yes," Harry gasped. "Merlin, yes!" His back arched and his whole body moved quickly and jerkily with Draco's thrusts.
Draco came screaming and, without knowing he was doing it, crying. He collapsed on Harry's back.
Harry grunted as Draco landed on top of him and reached a hand down to bring himself to completion. It only took a few strokes and he was coming, moaning Draco's name and shuddering as waves of pleasure overtook him.
The waves of magic were so strong they bordered on pain. Draco shuddered, holding onto Harry, still buried in him as Harry's body gripped his cock.
Harry lay panting and feeling like he wouldn't be able to move, his eyes falling shut and his cheek pressed to the carpet.
Draco was gasping, tears and sweat running down his face to drip on Harry's back.
Harry lay still for a few more seconds before he realised Draco was crying. "Draco?" he asked concernedly.
"You think you are so fucking heroic," Draco muttered into the back of Harry's neck. "Don't you get it? You die, we all die."
Harry closed his eyes again. "You don't understand," he whispered.
Draco slipped back and rolled off him, onto his own back. "I know you," he whispered. "And you can't stand the idea of anyone else dying. You won't let us protect you."
"I can't," Harry said fiercely. "I can't do it. I can't just sit around with people fighting. My friends fighting when they wouldn't have to if it weren't for me. You fighting. I can't."
"Yet, you ordered Neville to run," Draco whispered.
"I don't want them to fight! I'd take on a whole room full of Death Eaters to save one person I love from fighting! I don't love being a hero. I don't fucking do it to be a hero. I'm not a fucking hero. This is my fucking battle, Draco, and you're fucking right I don't want anyone else to die." Harry tried to push up and get to his feet, but found that he was still a little weak.
Draco rolled back, throwing his leg over Harry and holding him down. "Look at me," he commanded, wanting Harry's complete attention.
Harry did, glaring. "What?" he asked, voice hard.
Draco looked into green fire again and nearly held his breath. He forced himself not to flinch. "If you died tonight, in a minor skirmish, what would happen to the rest of your friends?"
Harry didn't want to answer because he knew Draco was right. He merely continued glaring.
"They would hunt every single one of them down," he said clearly. "Every one of them would die, most of them in pain."
Harry had to look away now. "I still couldn't leave," he said very quietly. "You just don't understand. I know who I am. I know what I have to do, but leaving any fight because of that would feel like running to me. It would feel like a victory for the other side. If someone died in a battle I ran from, I would spend the rest of my life wondering if I would've been able to save them."
"Then you condemn them with your pride," Draco said sadly, "with your inability to put the needs of others above your own."
Harry stared at Draco again mouth hanging open and then his eyes filled with tears. "My pride?" he asked in a high voice, and then he turned his head away and shut his eyes, tears falling.
"Yes, my love," Draco said quietly. "This isn't about whether or not you can live with it. It's about how many will die defeating him as opposed to all those who will die and suffer if he is not destroyed. There is no possibility that we will defeat him without others dying. It isn't possible."
Harry clenched his fist and squeezed his eyes shut even tighter. "No, you don't understand," he said, trying to keep his voice from breaking and failing. "No one does. No one ever will." He didn't know how to tell Draco what he wanted to.
"I understand you better than you realise," Draco said softly. "And I love you more than life itself. I don't want to die. But if I have to, I want it to mean something. I don't want to lie there and go cold because you didn't know when to let others fight."
Harry let out a choked sob and trembled. He didn't have anything to say to that. What was he supposed to say to that?
Draco reached out, cupping Harry's face and caressing his lips with his thumb. He lay there with one leg wrapped around Harry's body and waited for Harry to come to terms with what he had said.
Harry turned on his side and pressed his face into Draco's neck. "It's not fair," he whispered and he knew how childish and stupid that sounded, but Draco was the only person Harry felt like he could say that to. He would never say it to anyone else.
"No, it's not." Draco sighed, pulling his lover into his arms and holding him tight.
Harry cried into Draco's neck and felt like an idiot. He tried to stop but couldn't, the tears just kept coming. "I don't want to be Harry Potter anymore," he sobbed. "I just want to be with you. I want to keep you safe and be with you forever." He paused and cried harder for at least fifteen seconds before, "I want to kill Voldemort."
"Yes, you will do that," Draco soothed. "And then you can do whatever you bloody well want. With me, especially." He kissed him on the head again, rocking him gently.
That seemed to calm Harry a little. His crying wasn't so hard anyway. "Whatever we want," he whispered, fingers pressed into Draco's skin.
"Yes, anything," Draco whispered. "I am yours."
"Yours," said Harry, and he pulled back and kissed Draco gently on the lips.
When Harry pulled back from the kiss, Draco smirked. "And right now, what I want is off the bloody floor and to bed." He laughed.
Harry sighed and smiled. "You're a prat," he said.
"Undoubtedly," Draco agreed.
Harry snorted and wiped his face with a hand. "I suppose you should take me to bed then, since it is your bloody fault we're on the floor in the first place."
Draco rolled and got up, then pulled Harry with him, leading him by the hand to their room and putting him in the big bed. Then climbing in after him.
Harry yawned and sighed, rolling over to press against Draco. "I love you," he said, threading fingers through his hair.
"Mmhmm," Draco hummed, "always."
Chapter Title: Bloody Hero
Words: 3152 Words
Draco looked out the door, a frown on his face. He tried to tell what it was that he was feeling. It was harder in magical places like Hogsmeade, where magic was part of almost everything. What he sensed most was a feeling of being watched.
Harry pulled his wand and moved with his crowd of friends to the door of the pub. "Nothing will probably happen, but stick close and pull your wands just in case."
He waited until everyone was ready before pushing the door open and walking back out into the cold.
"We should walk them up," said Ron, eyeing Ginny worriedly.
"Yes," Draco said, but frowned, wishing he could convince Harry to Apparate home first. He knew better than to even ask. Gryffindors, he snorted. He let them take the lead, covering their retreat through town.
Harry moved quickly, wanting to get Ginny and Neville to the Thestral carriages as fast as he could. He hoped that whatever Draco was feeling he was either wrong about, or it was something that wasn't serious.
Draco cast a Shield Charm just as the first volley hit and sizzled against the spell. "Run behind us!" he yelled.
Harry spun around quickly and scowled when he saw Ginny and Neville spin with him. "Go!" he shouted at them.
Ginny looked furiously at him and opened her mouth, but Ron stepped in and grabbed her, throwing her small frame over his shoulder as he ran for it.
Harry looked wildly around him, trying to find the person who had thrown the hex. "Go!" he shouted at Neville again.
"Go with them, Harry!" Draco said, standing his ground.
Harry didn't even bother with an answer to that. "Neville, if you don't get out of here, I'm going to drag you, and then we'll both be hexed!" he yelled, and Neville finally gave him a look to rival Ginny's and turned to run off behind Ron. Harry stood firmly next to Draco.
"Git!" Draco yelled at Harry as he fired another hex, ducking an incoming one a moment after.
Harry dove sideways to avoid a spell that looked like speeding fire. "Maybe you should go!" he shouted.
"No prophecy about me, Chosen One! Move your pretty arse!" Draco yelled back, casting another Shield Charm just before green fire hit it.
Harry growled with frustration and shot a Stunner at one of the hooded and masked figures. "Why do you have to be so bloody difficult?!" he yelled, diving sideways again.
"Difficult! I just saved your bloody hide!" Draco yelled, diving the other way and rolling to a crouch. "Are they safe yet, because we are definitely outnumbered!"
Harry looked over his shoulder very quickly and saw Ron and Hermione running back towards them, it cost Harry the second he would have needed to pull his arm back and a spell slashed it open. "Shit! Fuck!" he yelled, ducking again as the spells flying at them seemed to worsen and come at them quicker.
"Go, Harry!" came Hermione's voice. "Let's go!"
"Apparate, now!" Draco yelled, firing another volley of spells to cover them.
Harry leapt forward and grabbed Draco around the middle, Apparating them both before they could hit the ground, but they hit the hard floor of Malfoy Manor a second later, panting.
Draco lie under his partner, the breath knocked out of him as he tried to relax enough to start breathing again.
Hermione rushed over to them both and helped Harry off of Draco.
Harry hissed through his teeth and stared down at his slashed arm. "Ow," he said and then, "Is everyone all right?"
"I'm okay," said Ron.
Hermione nodded.
Draco rolled onto his side and started breathing again, his chest hurting. "Great. Fine," he sneered.
Harry frowned at him. "Sorry, but I wasn't leaving you," he said, pulling his torn sleeve back to examine the damage.
Draco rolled to his knees and then got to his feet. He took Harry's arm and examined it. "To my lab," he said to the others, and then Apparated himself and Harry to his Potions room.
Harry sighed and rubbed his eyes with his hand and then began pulling his cloak and shirt off without any prodding from Draco.
They were alone for a second before Hermione and Ron were there, too.
"Are you all right, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"It's fine," Harry answered.
Draco snorted and picked up a vial, handing it to Harry. Then he went for salve and bandages.
Harry made a face at the potion before drinking it down quickly. "Ugh. Did the others make it okay?"
Ron nodded. "They made it up to the castle," he said.
Harry sighed again. "Good," he said, relieved.
Draco grabbed Harry's arm again and looked at it closely, seeing that the potion had already stopped the bleeding and started it mending, he opened a jar and smeared a salve on it. Then he began to wrap gauze around it.
"An attack on Hogsmeade? Fucking figures the day we're there," Harry said bitterly, wincing as Draco took care of his arm. "Someone should go and Floo call an Order member. See if Remus is at Grimmauld and he can get Tonks."
"I'll do it," said Hermione quickly, and then she was gone with a crack.
Draco finished tying off the bandage and began cleaning up. He still hadn't said a word to Harry since they'd gotten back.
"How long will this take to heal?" Harry asked Draco, holding his arm up and looking at it.
"Ron, leave please," Draco said in a very tight voice.
Ron raised his eyebrows. "Er, yeah, okay," he said, staring between Harry and Draco for a second before he Disapperated.
Harry looked at Draco, confused by his tone.
Draco turned steely eyes on his husband, looking like a man who was ready to explode. His voice hissed like a steam kettle when he spoke. "Just what the hell was that about? You have to be the bloody hero? Could have been fucking killed!" Harry had probably never heard Draco swear so much outside of the bedroom.
Harry was taken aback for a moment but then he pulled himself to his full height and stared Draco straight in the eyes. "You wanted me to leave you and my friends behind to wait here so I could fucking panic and wonder if you were all dead or not? If you think for one second that I would have left, you obviously don't know me very well." His voice was low and dangerous.
Draco's eyes narrowed, his breath speeding up and he was shaking. "So you risk the fate of the entire war on one stupid skirmish?"
Harry glared at Draco and pushed past him, grabbing his shirt from the table as he went and pulling it angrily back on.
Draco turned and glared, stalking after him. "Just where the hell do you think you are going?"
Harry didn't answer him. He kept moving, not looking back.
Harry made it as far as the sitting room before Draco caught up with him, grabbed him, and shoved him against a wall. He glared at Harry. His face was flushed and he was panting.
Harry glared back, just as flushed with anger as Draco was. "What do you want?" he spat.
"You," Draco said, his mouth closing hard over Harry's as he pressed his body against the other man's.
Harry made an indignant sound and tried to push Draco away - for about a second. The hands on Draco's chest that had been trying to push him, grasped the material of his shirt and he pulled him closer against his own body.
The kiss was not gentle, Draco thrust his tongue against Harry's mouth, forcing his way past his lips. He erection was pressed against Harry's thigh and he actually growled when Harry pulled at him.
Harry groaned, his hands holding Draco in place forcefully. "Ugrh, you fucking drive me crazy," he said, biting at Draco's bottom lip.
Draco gasped, then returned the favour biting Harry's lip and chin, and grinding his body against his. Predictably, his hand found its way to Harry's head and fisted in his hair.
Harry hissed and began pulling roughly at Draco's shirt, trying to get it off of him. He arched forward with Draco's erection pressed against him.
Draco used his hand in Harry's hair to twist, growling, "Turn around."
Harry gasped and looked at Draco challengingly. "Why should I?" he asked, biting Draco's lip again.
"Potter," Draco growled, and used the construct hand to try to force him
Harry growled and resisted. "What if I want to fuck you?" he panted.
"I am going to fuck you hard, Potter," Draco threatened, changing tactics and using his weight and a leg to sweep Harry's legs out from under him and land him on the carpet.
Harry hit the floor and tried to scramble out of the way, attempting to roll and get up.
Draco pinned him face down on the floor, kneeling on the small of Harry's back to hold him in place. He pulled his wand and removed both their clothes.
Harry growled and tried to push against Draco to flip over. "Fuck, I want to fucking hit you sometimes!" he yelled.
"Do it then, Potter," Draco growled, casting a lube charm and then slicking himself. "Fucking bloody hero," Draco sneered, fingers reaching for his arse.
That made Harry even angrier. He knew he would look like an idiot if he tried to reach back and hit Draco from his position, but he didn't care. He swung his arm out.
Draco's laugh sounded like every taunt he had ever made at Harry in school. The blond kept his knee on Harry's back and then slid his fingers between those round arse cheeks, pressing into his entrance.
Harry groaned despite himself when Draco's fingers pressed into him and he tried to buck up against him and hit him at the same time.
Draco pushed two fingers in, twisting them in and finding Harry's prostate.
"Fuck," Harry let out, jolting forward and sounding a little weaker than he would have liked.
"Yes, Perfect Potter," Draco sneered. "That's exactly what I am going to do. Fuck you." Draco leaned in, placing his left elbow on Harry's back, pushing down to hold him in place while he moved his knee down between his legs, forcing him to spread them.
Harry closed his eyes and tried to knock Draco's elbow off his back, clenching his teeth. "Call me that again and see what happens," he panted, his arse clenching around Draco's fingers seemingly on it's own.
"Perfect Potter," Draco sneered, rotating a third finger in him and stroking his prostate repeatedly.
Harry couldn't even remember what he was going to do. He moaned and his entire body seemed to melt as Draco abused his prostate.
Draco chuckled wickedly when Harry's body surrendered. He kept his elbow on his back and slid his fingers out, sliding his hips forward. His cock was hard and leaking as he brought it to Harry's entrance. "Mine, Potter!" he growled as he slid into him.
Harry gasped and moaned helplessly, his heart thudding in his chest. He spread his legs wider, giving into Draco and throwing an arm over the back of his own head.
"Yes, mine," Draco growled again, moving his elbow to brace the construct against the floor and holding Harry's hip with his hand. He pumped his hips hard and fast.
Harry thrust back against Draco, muscles clenching. "Yours," he whispered so Draco couldn't hear.
Draco's heart was still beating frantically, the fear of their earlier fight making him feel on edge. He felt like he could feel every inch of Harry from the inside. And Harry's magic was still crackling like a lightning storm.
Harry gasped and panted and pushed back against his lover. He wanted him deeper, harder, faster, but he didn't say.
Something was shifting in the magic and Draco felt pulled in by it, his own body responding by pumping faster, deeper. Draco didn't feel in control. He felt he couldn't get enough of Harry.
"Yes," Harry gasped. "Merlin, yes!" His back arched and his whole body moved quickly and jerkily with Draco's thrusts.
Draco came screaming and, without knowing he was doing it, crying. He collapsed on Harry's back.
Harry grunted as Draco landed on top of him and reached a hand down to bring himself to completion. It only took a few strokes and he was coming, moaning Draco's name and shuddering as waves of pleasure overtook him.
The waves of magic were so strong they bordered on pain. Draco shuddered, holding onto Harry, still buried in him as Harry's body gripped his cock.
Harry lay panting and feeling like he wouldn't be able to move, his eyes falling shut and his cheek pressed to the carpet.
Draco was gasping, tears and sweat running down his face to drip on Harry's back.
Harry lay still for a few more seconds before he realised Draco was crying. "Draco?" he asked concernedly.
"You think you are so fucking heroic," Draco muttered into the back of Harry's neck. "Don't you get it? You die, we all die."
Harry closed his eyes again. "You don't understand," he whispered.
Draco slipped back and rolled off him, onto his own back. "I know you," he whispered. "And you can't stand the idea of anyone else dying. You won't let us protect you."
"I can't," Harry said fiercely. "I can't do it. I can't just sit around with people fighting. My friends fighting when they wouldn't have to if it weren't for me. You fighting. I can't."
"Yet, you ordered Neville to run," Draco whispered.
"I don't want them to fight! I'd take on a whole room full of Death Eaters to save one person I love from fighting! I don't love being a hero. I don't fucking do it to be a hero. I'm not a fucking hero. This is my fucking battle, Draco, and you're fucking right I don't want anyone else to die." Harry tried to push up and get to his feet, but found that he was still a little weak.
Draco rolled back, throwing his leg over Harry and holding him down. "Look at me," he commanded, wanting Harry's complete attention.
Harry did, glaring. "What?" he asked, voice hard.
Draco looked into green fire again and nearly held his breath. He forced himself not to flinch. "If you died tonight, in a minor skirmish, what would happen to the rest of your friends?"
Harry didn't want to answer because he knew Draco was right. He merely continued glaring.
"They would hunt every single one of them down," he said clearly. "Every one of them would die, most of them in pain."
Harry had to look away now. "I still couldn't leave," he said very quietly. "You just don't understand. I know who I am. I know what I have to do, but leaving any fight because of that would feel like running to me. It would feel like a victory for the other side. If someone died in a battle I ran from, I would spend the rest of my life wondering if I would've been able to save them."
"Then you condemn them with your pride," Draco said sadly, "with your inability to put the needs of others above your own."
Harry stared at Draco again mouth hanging open and then his eyes filled with tears. "My pride?" he asked in a high voice, and then he turned his head away and shut his eyes, tears falling.
"Yes, my love," Draco said quietly. "This isn't about whether or not you can live with it. It's about how many will die defeating him as opposed to all those who will die and suffer if he is not destroyed. There is no possibility that we will defeat him without others dying. It isn't possible."
Harry clenched his fist and squeezed his eyes shut even tighter. "No, you don't understand," he said, trying to keep his voice from breaking and failing. "No one does. No one ever will." He didn't know how to tell Draco what he wanted to.
"I understand you better than you realise," Draco said softly. "And I love you more than life itself. I don't want to die. But if I have to, I want it to mean something. I don't want to lie there and go cold because you didn't know when to let others fight."
Harry let out a choked sob and trembled. He didn't have anything to say to that. What was he supposed to say to that?
Draco reached out, cupping Harry's face and caressing his lips with his thumb. He lay there with one leg wrapped around Harry's body and waited for Harry to come to terms with what he had said.
Harry turned on his side and pressed his face into Draco's neck. "It's not fair," he whispered and he knew how childish and stupid that sounded, but Draco was the only person Harry felt like he could say that to. He would never say it to anyone else.
"No, it's not." Draco sighed, pulling his lover into his arms and holding him tight.
Harry cried into Draco's neck and felt like an idiot. He tried to stop but couldn't, the tears just kept coming. "I don't want to be Harry Potter anymore," he sobbed. "I just want to be with you. I want to keep you safe and be with you forever." He paused and cried harder for at least fifteen seconds before, "I want to kill Voldemort."
"Yes, you will do that," Draco soothed. "And then you can do whatever you bloody well want. With me, especially." He kissed him on the head again, rocking him gently.
That seemed to calm Harry a little. His crying wasn't so hard anyway. "Whatever we want," he whispered, fingers pressed into Draco's skin.
"Yes, anything," Draco whispered. "I am yours."
"Yours," said Harry, and he pulled back and kissed Draco gently on the lips.
When Harry pulled back from the kiss, Draco smirked. "And right now, what I want is off the bloody floor and to bed." He laughed.
Harry sighed and smiled. "You're a prat," he said.
"Undoubtedly," Draco agreed.
Harry snorted and wiped his face with a hand. "I suppose you should take me to bed then, since it is your bloody fault we're on the floor in the first place."
Draco rolled and got up, then pulled Harry with him, leading him by the hand to their room and putting him in the big bed. Then climbing in after him.
Harry yawned and sighed, rolling over to press against Draco. "I love you," he said, threading fingers through his hair.
"Mmhmm," Draco hummed, "always."