Blind Beauty
folder
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
36
Views:
40,024
Reviews:
227
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
36
Views:
40,024
Reviews:
227
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
In the News
Chapter Number/Total: 25/36
Chapter Title: In the News
Words: 2137 Words
Draco stood looking down at Harry for a minute. "What did you tell her?" he asked.
"Hermione?" he asked, reaching out for him.
"Yes," Draco said, trembling a bit when Harry's hands touched his legs. "I heard you talking," he said.
Harry pulled back after a moment, wondering why Draco hadn't helped him up yet. "She didn't know about what Lucius did," he said finally.
"You ... you told her ... that?" he asked, still standing.
"I just told her that he hurt us," Harry murmured, giving up and lying down on the floor. His head felt like it wanted to explode.
"And the paper, what did you tell them?" Draco asked.
"The same," he whispered.
"Why are you on the floor, Harry?" Draco asked, bending over to rub the back of his hand against Harry's hair.
"My head hurts," he answered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just ... hurts ... all of it ...."
Draco knelt beside him. "Up with you," Draco said, wrapping an arm around Harry to help.
Harry sat up slowly, the movement alone making the world feel unsteady.
"There is a Headache Potion upstairs," Draco said. "Do you want me to carry you?"
Harry began to nod, but stopped, answering verbally, "Yes, please."
Draco helped him to his feet and then lifted him in his arms, carrying him up the stairs to their room. Once there, he laid him on their bed. "I will get the potion," he said, going to the bathroom to get it out of the cabinet.
Harry lay back on the bed as he waited. It seemed to help with the pain, but not enough.
Draco came back into the room and put a potion to Harry's lips. "Drink this," he said.
Harry parted his lips and tipped the vial, drinking as quickly as he could.
When Harry had finished it, Draco set the vial aside and sat next to him on the bed.
Harry closed his eyes again and leaned on Draco with a sigh. "How was your day?"
Draco shrugged. "I read and waited for you," he answered.
"Oh, I wish you had more to do around here," he mumbled, turning and kissing his neck lightly.
"I wish I could do Potions again," Draco said.
"Oh. You can always try, you know," he answered.
"I am too clumsy now," Draco sighed.
"You just have to work on it. You were always good at Potions ... don't let this stop you," he said, encouraging him.
"I don't have what I would need here," Draco argued.
"We'll get what you need then."
"You took Potions, Potter," he drawled. "Shouldn't you know that?"
"Yeah, I'm just forgetful." He lay back on the bed again, feeling a lot better. "That potion really helped."
"We are low on a lot of the potions one should keep on hand," Draco said. "I could try some I suppose."
"Thanks, we'll both need them. Come here," he mumbled, wanting to lie down with him.
"Harry, you would have to do the magic," he said. "I am not allowed."
"You're just going by what those guards said," he replied, scowling.
"No, it's part of the Ministry order for Death Eaters," Draco said. "Never allowed to touch a wand again."
"But once I get you free, you can, right?" he asked, tilting his head. He would hate it if he was forbidden to ever do magic again.
"I don't know," Draco said. "I would need to find out."
"Yeah, I think it'll be okay after that. Now are you coming here or what?"
Draco smirked. He enjoyed it when Harry was demanding. He crawled over to him. "You want something?" he asked happily.
"Just you." He reached out and pulled him closer with a smile.
Draco leaned over and caressed Harry's lips with his own.
Still smiling, Harry cupped Draco's face and kissed him back, his head tilting.
Draco's eye closed, enjoying the kiss, but he also kept his teeth closed, not wanting to risk hurting Harry with them.
Harry's hands moved back as he slipped his arms around Draco's neck. This was probably the first time he'd ever actually snogged someone without it turning sexual immediately.
Draco sighed into his lover's embrace, rewarding him with lots of smaller kisses on his lips and chin.
Harry smiled again, letting out a small laugh. "Tickles a little," he murmured, leaning in to kiss whatever he could reach.
Encouraged by this, Draco continued to kiss Harry's cheeks as well, enjoying the way he squirmed against him.
Harry scrunched his face up playfully as the kisses continued.
Draco decided to kiss every part of Harry's face, working his way up.
"Draco," he mumbled softly, not used to this at all, but he wasn't complaining.
Draco had kissed over Harry's cheeks and up to his eyes, and he found himself unable to keep from adding little licks now.
Harry's hands moved up and into Draco's hair, gripping the strands gently.
Fingers in his hair, tugging, brought a small, happy growl from Draco as he continued to kiss and lick around Harry's eyes and over his forehead. He pointed his tongue and traced the scar there with it.
Harry's grip slackened as he moaned gently, tilting his head up.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, curious about Harry's reaction. So he licked and sucked at the other man's scar again.
Harry didn't know why, but it felt like the touches were sending small shocks through his body. He gripped Draco's hair again, groaning.
Draco could smell Harry's arousal and it excited him too. He sucked and licked at that scar, pressing his body against Harry's.
Harry thrust up against Draco, a small whimper escaping him. "Draco ...."
"Yes," Draco answered between licks as he pressed his erection to Harry's hip.
"Why does it feel like that?" he managed to say, breathing hard.
"Magical scar," Draco answered, before sucking on it again. He knew the answer because he had one of his own.
"Oh," he shuddered, thrusting up against him again. He was almost sure that he could come just from Draco doing it.
"Touch my scar," Draco breathed, licking and sucking and rubbing himself against Harry.
Harry pulled his hand out of Draco's hair and moved it down to his chest, slowly trailing his fingers over the scar. "Are you sure?" he asked. He still felt guilty.
Draco trembled, gasping as Harry touched his scar. "Oh, yes," he whispered and then went back to licking Harry's scar.
"I'm gonna come like this," Harry whispered, pressing down on Draco's scar harder.
"Yes," Draco whispered sucking and pressing his tongue forward. He shuddered against Harry, rubbing his cock harder in time with the man's hand on his scar.
Harry bit his lip, the pleasure beginning to be too much for him. "Oh, Draco ...."
Draco was sure that Harry would have a hickey on his forehead; he was sucking hard now, rubbing his cock against Harry's hip through their trousers.
Harry cried out as he came hard, making a mess inside his shorts. He continued to run his fingers over Draco's scar, wanting him to come as well.
Draco rutted hard against his lover's hip until he was coming too, crying out as he did.
"Gods," Harry whimpered, turning his head away when there was a bit too much stimulation.
Draco pressed his face against Harry's neck, panting in the aftermath of his orgasm.
"That is ... so weird," Harry whispered, reaching up and running a finger down his own scar.
"Yes," Draco agreed, still shaking.
"But I loved it. New form of shagging, I guess," he murmured, laughing breathlessly.
Draco snorted, licking at the sweaty skin under his mouth.
Harry let him, too tired to do much else. "I'm all sticky now."
"Mmhmm," Draco agreed. He could smell Harry's semen and sweat.
"But I'm too tired to move ... let's stay here for now," he mumbled, yawning.
Draco sighed, curling his body more around Harry's.
***
Harry settled down in his chair, pulling a plate of toast closer to him. He was still a bit tired, but not as much as he was before he took a shower that morning.
Draco was sipping his tea when the Floo activated and Hermione's head appeared in the flames.
"Oh, good," she said. "You're both up. I have the paper for you. You might want to brace yourselves."
Harry swallowed his bite of toast as he sat up in the chair. "What do you mean?"
Draco groaned.
"Coming through," Hermione said. Her face disappeared and then she was stepping out of the fire. She pursed her lips, frowning, and laid the paper on the table.
"Bloody fucking hell!" Draco cursed.
"What!" Harry mentally cursed himself for leaving his wand upstairs, or he would've used the spell to see. "What is it?"
Draco grabbed the paper and started reading quickly through the article.
Hermione frowned, looking unhappy. "The headline is a bit lurid," she said.
"Yes, well, what does it say?" Harry asked again, beginning to get frustrated. "And don't lie."
Hermione sighed and blushed, saying in a shaking voice, "Harry Potter Raped, Draco Malfoy a Werewolf."
"Oh." He sunk down into the chair again, feeling his face flush with embarrassment, shame and anger. "I shouldn't have told him," he whispered.
Draco was growling as he read.
Hermione reached over and patted Harry's hand.
"I'm sorry, Draco," was all he could think of to say, his mind already fighting to keep away the memories again.
Draco was shaking and growling, having to concentrate not to tear the paper to shreds.
Harry tried not to cringe away, knowing that the entire article was basically his fault.
"The article has everything you told him," Hermione explained. "It also has some quotes from other people the reporter interviewed and Ministry releases."
"What did other people say?"
"Well," she hesitated, "there were some details about the crimes Draco is charged with. Including what he did to you, and someone told about your ... medical condition when you were brought in."
"They made it all sound really bad, right?" Harry asked, biting his lip. "What did they say about my condition?"
Draco dropped the paper, slid his chair back and bolted from the room.
Hermione watched him go. "About internal damage you had from being raped," she said quietly.
"I thought it would help," he mumbled, resting his head on the table. "I should have never said anything at all."
"Draco didn't read the editorial page though," she said, reaching over and opening the paper to that section. "It has a large editorial by the same reporter where he demands the Ministry pardon Draco for all crimes and reinstate him as a wizard," she explained.
Harry smiled just a bit. "He kept his word, but the article ... why did Draco sound so angry?"
"It includes pretty detailed witness reports of what he did to you in front of ...." She trailed off.
"I didn't tell him anything about that. Why'd they put it in?" he whispered.
"That's their job, Harry," she said sadly. "It's not like it wouldn't come out eventually. And then there is what Percy said."
"What did he say?" he asked, picking his head up again.
"He said that the Ministry's position is that since Draco confessed and witness reports agree with it," she explained, "that the conviction stands, but he also implied that there is something wrong with you -- mentally."
"Fuck," he cursed, letting his forehead hit the table with a low bang. "There's nothing wrong with me ... and why won't they just listen to what I'm trying to tell them?"
"Dobbs said in his editorial that he felt you were lucid and telling the truth," she said.
"But that doesn't seem to matter ...." He lifted his head and banged it against the table again, gritting his teeth.
"Stop that," Hermione snapped, "I haven't told you everything."
"Then tell me," he snapped back.
"The Minister's office has sent a number of owls and Floo calls for you since it came out," she said.
"They have? But I haven't gotten them," he replied, raising an eyebrow.
"This place is unplottable Harry," she reminded him, "so they have been coming to the Burrow."
"And, what have they been saying?" he asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"Scrimgeour wants to meet with you," she said. "Urgently, apparently."
"Oh. What does he want?"
"Well, according to Mr Weasley," she said, "the Minister's office has been swamped with mail since the paper came out."
"Hm. Should I go then?" he asked, rubbing his forehead as he sat up.
"Probably," she smiled, "but maybe you should talk to Draco before you go. I can wait."
"Okay, see you in a bit," he said, getting up and heading upstairs to their room.
Chapter Title: In the News
Words: 2137 Words
Draco stood looking down at Harry for a minute. "What did you tell her?" he asked.
"Hermione?" he asked, reaching out for him.
"Yes," Draco said, trembling a bit when Harry's hands touched his legs. "I heard you talking," he said.
Harry pulled back after a moment, wondering why Draco hadn't helped him up yet. "She didn't know about what Lucius did," he said finally.
"You ... you told her ... that?" he asked, still standing.
"I just told her that he hurt us," Harry murmured, giving up and lying down on the floor. His head felt like it wanted to explode.
"And the paper, what did you tell them?" Draco asked.
"The same," he whispered.
"Why are you on the floor, Harry?" Draco asked, bending over to rub the back of his hand against Harry's hair.
"My head hurts," he answered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just ... hurts ... all of it ...."
Draco knelt beside him. "Up with you," Draco said, wrapping an arm around Harry to help.
Harry sat up slowly, the movement alone making the world feel unsteady.
"There is a Headache Potion upstairs," Draco said. "Do you want me to carry you?"
Harry began to nod, but stopped, answering verbally, "Yes, please."
Draco helped him to his feet and then lifted him in his arms, carrying him up the stairs to their room. Once there, he laid him on their bed. "I will get the potion," he said, going to the bathroom to get it out of the cabinet.
Harry lay back on the bed as he waited. It seemed to help with the pain, but not enough.
Draco came back into the room and put a potion to Harry's lips. "Drink this," he said.
Harry parted his lips and tipped the vial, drinking as quickly as he could.
When Harry had finished it, Draco set the vial aside and sat next to him on the bed.
Harry closed his eyes again and leaned on Draco with a sigh. "How was your day?"
Draco shrugged. "I read and waited for you," he answered.
"Oh, I wish you had more to do around here," he mumbled, turning and kissing his neck lightly.
"I wish I could do Potions again," Draco said.
"Oh. You can always try, you know," he answered.
"I am too clumsy now," Draco sighed.
"You just have to work on it. You were always good at Potions ... don't let this stop you," he said, encouraging him.
"I don't have what I would need here," Draco argued.
"We'll get what you need then."
"You took Potions, Potter," he drawled. "Shouldn't you know that?"
"Yeah, I'm just forgetful." He lay back on the bed again, feeling a lot better. "That potion really helped."
"We are low on a lot of the potions one should keep on hand," Draco said. "I could try some I suppose."
"Thanks, we'll both need them. Come here," he mumbled, wanting to lie down with him.
"Harry, you would have to do the magic," he said. "I am not allowed."
"You're just going by what those guards said," he replied, scowling.
"No, it's part of the Ministry order for Death Eaters," Draco said. "Never allowed to touch a wand again."
"But once I get you free, you can, right?" he asked, tilting his head. He would hate it if he was forbidden to ever do magic again.
"I don't know," Draco said. "I would need to find out."
"Yeah, I think it'll be okay after that. Now are you coming here or what?"
Draco smirked. He enjoyed it when Harry was demanding. He crawled over to him. "You want something?" he asked happily.
"Just you." He reached out and pulled him closer with a smile.
Draco leaned over and caressed Harry's lips with his own.
Still smiling, Harry cupped Draco's face and kissed him back, his head tilting.
Draco's eye closed, enjoying the kiss, but he also kept his teeth closed, not wanting to risk hurting Harry with them.
Harry's hands moved back as he slipped his arms around Draco's neck. This was probably the first time he'd ever actually snogged someone without it turning sexual immediately.
Draco sighed into his lover's embrace, rewarding him with lots of smaller kisses on his lips and chin.
Harry smiled again, letting out a small laugh. "Tickles a little," he murmured, leaning in to kiss whatever he could reach.
Encouraged by this, Draco continued to kiss Harry's cheeks as well, enjoying the way he squirmed against him.
Harry scrunched his face up playfully as the kisses continued.
Draco decided to kiss every part of Harry's face, working his way up.
"Draco," he mumbled softly, not used to this at all, but he wasn't complaining.
Draco had kissed over Harry's cheeks and up to his eyes, and he found himself unable to keep from adding little licks now.
Harry's hands moved up and into Draco's hair, gripping the strands gently.
Fingers in his hair, tugging, brought a small, happy growl from Draco as he continued to kiss and lick around Harry's eyes and over his forehead. He pointed his tongue and traced the scar there with it.
Harry's grip slackened as he moaned gently, tilting his head up.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, curious about Harry's reaction. So he licked and sucked at the other man's scar again.
Harry didn't know why, but it felt like the touches were sending small shocks through his body. He gripped Draco's hair again, groaning.
Draco could smell Harry's arousal and it excited him too. He sucked and licked at that scar, pressing his body against Harry's.
Harry thrust up against Draco, a small whimper escaping him. "Draco ...."
"Yes," Draco answered between licks as he pressed his erection to Harry's hip.
"Why does it feel like that?" he managed to say, breathing hard.
"Magical scar," Draco answered, before sucking on it again. He knew the answer because he had one of his own.
"Oh," he shuddered, thrusting up against him again. He was almost sure that he could come just from Draco doing it.
"Touch my scar," Draco breathed, licking and sucking and rubbing himself against Harry.
Harry pulled his hand out of Draco's hair and moved it down to his chest, slowly trailing his fingers over the scar. "Are you sure?" he asked. He still felt guilty.
Draco trembled, gasping as Harry touched his scar. "Oh, yes," he whispered and then went back to licking Harry's scar.
"I'm gonna come like this," Harry whispered, pressing down on Draco's scar harder.
"Yes," Draco whispered sucking and pressing his tongue forward. He shuddered against Harry, rubbing his cock harder in time with the man's hand on his scar.
Harry bit his lip, the pleasure beginning to be too much for him. "Oh, Draco ...."
Draco was sure that Harry would have a hickey on his forehead; he was sucking hard now, rubbing his cock against Harry's hip through their trousers.
Harry cried out as he came hard, making a mess inside his shorts. He continued to run his fingers over Draco's scar, wanting him to come as well.
Draco rutted hard against his lover's hip until he was coming too, crying out as he did.
"Gods," Harry whimpered, turning his head away when there was a bit too much stimulation.
Draco pressed his face against Harry's neck, panting in the aftermath of his orgasm.
"That is ... so weird," Harry whispered, reaching up and running a finger down his own scar.
"Yes," Draco agreed, still shaking.
"But I loved it. New form of shagging, I guess," he murmured, laughing breathlessly.
Draco snorted, licking at the sweaty skin under his mouth.
Harry let him, too tired to do much else. "I'm all sticky now."
"Mmhmm," Draco agreed. He could smell Harry's semen and sweat.
"But I'm too tired to move ... let's stay here for now," he mumbled, yawning.
Draco sighed, curling his body more around Harry's.
***
Harry settled down in his chair, pulling a plate of toast closer to him. He was still a bit tired, but not as much as he was before he took a shower that morning.
Draco was sipping his tea when the Floo activated and Hermione's head appeared in the flames.
"Oh, good," she said. "You're both up. I have the paper for you. You might want to brace yourselves."
Harry swallowed his bite of toast as he sat up in the chair. "What do you mean?"
Draco groaned.
"Coming through," Hermione said. Her face disappeared and then she was stepping out of the fire. She pursed her lips, frowning, and laid the paper on the table.
"Bloody fucking hell!" Draco cursed.
"What!" Harry mentally cursed himself for leaving his wand upstairs, or he would've used the spell to see. "What is it?"
Draco grabbed the paper and started reading quickly through the article.
Hermione frowned, looking unhappy. "The headline is a bit lurid," she said.
"Yes, well, what does it say?" Harry asked again, beginning to get frustrated. "And don't lie."
Hermione sighed and blushed, saying in a shaking voice, "Harry Potter Raped, Draco Malfoy a Werewolf."
"Oh." He sunk down into the chair again, feeling his face flush with embarrassment, shame and anger. "I shouldn't have told him," he whispered.
Draco was growling as he read.
Hermione reached over and patted Harry's hand.
"I'm sorry, Draco," was all he could think of to say, his mind already fighting to keep away the memories again.
Draco was shaking and growling, having to concentrate not to tear the paper to shreds.
Harry tried not to cringe away, knowing that the entire article was basically his fault.
"The article has everything you told him," Hermione explained. "It also has some quotes from other people the reporter interviewed and Ministry releases."
"What did other people say?"
"Well," she hesitated, "there were some details about the crimes Draco is charged with. Including what he did to you, and someone told about your ... medical condition when you were brought in."
"They made it all sound really bad, right?" Harry asked, biting his lip. "What did they say about my condition?"
Draco dropped the paper, slid his chair back and bolted from the room.
Hermione watched him go. "About internal damage you had from being raped," she said quietly.
"I thought it would help," he mumbled, resting his head on the table. "I should have never said anything at all."
"Draco didn't read the editorial page though," she said, reaching over and opening the paper to that section. "It has a large editorial by the same reporter where he demands the Ministry pardon Draco for all crimes and reinstate him as a wizard," she explained.
Harry smiled just a bit. "He kept his word, but the article ... why did Draco sound so angry?"
"It includes pretty detailed witness reports of what he did to you in front of ...." She trailed off.
"I didn't tell him anything about that. Why'd they put it in?" he whispered.
"That's their job, Harry," she said sadly. "It's not like it wouldn't come out eventually. And then there is what Percy said."
"What did he say?" he asked, picking his head up again.
"He said that the Ministry's position is that since Draco confessed and witness reports agree with it," she explained, "that the conviction stands, but he also implied that there is something wrong with you -- mentally."
"Fuck," he cursed, letting his forehead hit the table with a low bang. "There's nothing wrong with me ... and why won't they just listen to what I'm trying to tell them?"
"Dobbs said in his editorial that he felt you were lucid and telling the truth," she said.
"But that doesn't seem to matter ...." He lifted his head and banged it against the table again, gritting his teeth.
"Stop that," Hermione snapped, "I haven't told you everything."
"Then tell me," he snapped back.
"The Minister's office has sent a number of owls and Floo calls for you since it came out," she said.
"They have? But I haven't gotten them," he replied, raising an eyebrow.
"This place is unplottable Harry," she reminded him, "so they have been coming to the Burrow."
"And, what have they been saying?" he asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"Scrimgeour wants to meet with you," she said. "Urgently, apparently."
"Oh. What does he want?"
"Well, according to Mr Weasley," she said, "the Minister's office has been swamped with mail since the paper came out."
"Hm. Should I go then?" he asked, rubbing his forehead as he sat up.
"Probably," she smiled, "but maybe you should talk to Draco before you go. I can wait."
"Okay, see you in a bit," he said, getting up and heading upstairs to their room.