Harry Potter and The Secret Keeper (BP2)
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Of Memories and Secrets
Chapter Number/Total: 26/44
Chapter Title: Of Memories and Secrets
Words: 4007 Words
The rest of the day went by quickly, and there were soon guests arriving every few minutes. They all heartily wished Harry a happy birthday and joyfully told stories of their own comings of age while eating the snack foods that Mrs Weasley had set out.
Harry enjoyed himself, happy to be simply chatting and joking with this lot rather than talking of strategy and killings. He checked up with Draco every once in a while, but it was never long before someone else was pulling him off to listen to another joke or story.
Draco spent most of the day reading. He smiled indulgently as people trouped through to see Harry.
It was time for cake soon and Harry laughed happily when he saw that Mrs Weasley had baked it to look like a broomstick, magically, of course, because nothing that big would have fit into the oven. The food was delicious, the friends were wonderful, and the cake melt-in-your-mouth good.
It was fairly late when people started leaving, and Harry sat full and happy at the kitchen table, having just had the best day.
Draco had enjoyed the cake; after all, he loved sweets. And the party had been nice. Finally, he had tired of so many people and gone to the study to read quietly again, and that was where he had fallen asleep.
Harry thanked all the guests for coming and then Mrs Weasley for throwing a terrific party.
"Oh, it wasn't any trouble at all," she said. "I rather enjoyed it."
Harry grinned and then looked around the room. "Where's Draco?" he asked no one in particular.
"I think I saw him head out of here a while ago," said Ginny, gathering plates from the table.
Harry nodded and, despite Mrs Weasley's protesting, helped clean up before he left to find Draco. He found him pretty quickly and smiled down at him as he slept with a book on his chest. Harry crouched down next to him and kissed him gently on the forehead.
"Mmm," Draco murmured, shifting a bit but not waking up.
Harry's smile grew and he ran his fingers gently through Draco's hair. Harry didn't say anything, just watched him sleep.
Draco sighed, automatically leaning into the touch.
Harry kissed Draco again and continued playing with his hair, but the peace and calm didn't last long. Fred and George burst into the room laughing, George holding Harry's present.
Draco startled at the loud noise and found himself with Harry and the twins. His eyes opened wide and he looked around.
Harry huffed.
Fred and George looked genuinely sorry for waking Draco up - for about a second.
"Want to open your present?" asked Fred, smirking.
"Do I have to?" asked Harry.
Draco smiled and shrugged, his eyebrows waggling. "Oh, I think you do," he said.
"Oh, sure, take their side," Harry said, pushing Draco playfully.
To make matters worse, as George handed the present over, Ron, Hermione and Ginny entered into the room.
Harry stared at all of them. "Why do I get the feeling it would be better if I opened this with the least amount of people around as possible?"
Fred laughed. "Oh, come on, Harry. We all know how much you like putting on a show."
Ginny snorted.
Draco had been smiling, but at those words he flushed, his face and ears turning pink. He put his face into his hands.
Harry flushed too and stared down at the present. "It's now or never, I suppose," he said, and he tore just the top off the gift and peered inside. He could see that it was filled with multiple things, but on the top was...
Harry turned redder and stared up at Fred and George with narrowed eyes and a tight smile on his lips.
The twins started dying laughing as soon as Harry looked at them.
"This is the most pointless thing I've ever got," Harry said, face still red.
Draco was afraid to look. He peeked through his fingers at Harry. "What is it?" he asked in spite of himself.
Harry stared at Draco. "Something completely immature that I will never need, ever, because you're with me all the time," he said.
"You never know, mate," Fred managed through his laughter. "He might not always be feeling up to it."
Draco frowned, bringing his hands down to look. "What?" he asked again.
Harry was not about to pull the ridiculous thing from the wrapping paper. He shoved the package into Draco's hands, shaking his head. He waited to see what Draco would think of the somewhat large-sized, purple of all colours, dildo. He could hardly bring himself to even think the word. It was ridiculous and it embarrassed him highly.
Draco raised an eyebrow, looking up at the twins. "Any charms on it?"
Fred and George laughed harder. "Oh, we like the way you think," said Fred. "It can move by itself; it vibrates, of course," Hermione turned red at that, "and you can change the size of it," he listed off.
Harry shut his eyes.
"Ew," said Ron quietly, making a face.
"What else is in here?" Draco asked looking intrigued and reaching into the box.
George turned to Ron. "You may want to leave, little brother," he said, grinning.
Ron made another face. "It's that bad?" he asked.
Fred simply shrugged, smiling wickedly.
"I don't think I'll take any chances," Ron muttered and he turned and walked out of the room.
"We don't want to embarrass you, Harry," said Hermione, gripping Ginny's arm. "You'll have enough of that with those two." And she pulled a slightly disappointed looking Ginny from the room.
George pulled the package from Draco's hands and dumped the contents in his lap.
Harry looked down at it all with raised eyebrows.
"Lube - you can never have enough of that, cock rings, the heightened sensitivity potion we told you about before - you said you didn't need it, but you won't say that after you've used it. I must warn you, it's very addictive. Can't wank without it. A smaller dildo - travel size! Some flavoured lube - which may come in handy more than we thought; we saw you with that tray this morning, Draco. Handcuffs, a whip - we shrank it to fit it in, we hear Harry's a kinky one, and look, we even got you a thong, we suppose either one of you could wear it, whatever tickles your fancy." Fred listed it all as if simply discussing the weather.
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Harry's face turned red again.
Draco's eyes widened and he flushed, blinking at the pile of stuff in his lap. He didn't look up, completely unable to look at anyone.
The twins laughed at Harry and Draco. "Oh, come on. We're all men here," said George.
Harry shook his head and closed his eyes. He began quickly picking up everything and putting it back in the box.
Fred ruffled Harry's hair. "Have fuuuuun," he said, sounding highly amused.
"Good luck, Draco," said George with a laugh. "Seriously," he added.
Harry looked up at him with narrowed eyes, but it only made George laugh harder.
As Harry began to pick things up, Draco moved the box into his lap. He glanced up at Fred and George. "Always."
Fred smirked and George chuckled. "We'll leave you to it," he said. "But you might want to take it up to your room."
Fred snorted and then they both left.
Harry turned to Draco. "They are - just - I don't even know," he said, shaking his head.
Draco looked at Harry with eyes gone dark with desire and said in a husky voice, "Yes, take me to your room."
Harry swallowed and his eyes went wide. "You - you want to try some of this?" he asked, his heart already speeding up.
"Maybe later." Draco licked his lips. "Right now, I need..." He let the box slide to the floor, letting Harry see how hard he was.
Harry stared at Draco's crotch and then quickly grabbed his hand and the box so that no one else would see it. He jumped to his feet to drag Draco out of the room and up the stairs. He dropped the box to the floor as soon as their bedroom door was shut and then attached himself to Draco's lips.
Draco kissed him back hard, pushing Harry back against the door, pulling at his clothes.
Harry let his eyes fall closed and moaned. He lifted his own shirt off and grasped the bottom of Draco's to pull it off too.
"Yes," Draco said. "I have wanted you all day." Once the shirts were gone, Draco began quickly unfastening his lover's trousers.
Harry hissed through his teeth. "Going to fuck me?" he whispered, making sure to press up into Draco's hand.
"Oh, yes," he said, pulling Harry's trousers and shorts down and wrapping his hand around his lover's cock.
Harry moaned again and ran his hands down Draco's chest and then around to the skin of his back. "I want your cock in me," he gasped, thrusting into Draco's hand.
"On the bed. Now," Draco said, beginning to unbuckle his own trousers.
Harry stumbled with his trousers around his ankles and moved as quickly as he could onto the bed. He pulled off his shoes and socks and then the rest of his clothes. He was panting as he watched Draco get undressed.
Draco didn't bother to lay his clothes aside, throwing them like Harry usually did. He climbed onto the bed, pressing Harry down with his own body. "I am going to fuck you hard and deep," he promised.
Harry moaned loudly, his body already flushed with heat. "Fucking tear me in half, please," he gasped, hardly able to breathe.
Draco rolled Harry over, face down and lay atop him, pressing the length of his body over him. "They are right you know," he said into Harry's ear as he rubbed his cock against the round swell of his arse.
Harry gasped again. "Huh?" he whimpered. It was all he could manage.
Draco slid his knee between his lover’s thighs and pushed them apart, his hand sliding along the crevice of his arse.
Harry tried to push up into Draco's hand. His face looked like he was about to cry, but that was probably the last thing he felt like doing as his cock jumped.
Draco knelt between Harry legs and grabbed the other man's hips. He pulled them up roughly so that Harry was now up on his knees with his arse in the air and his face pressed into the bed. "Stay this way," he said. "Don't move."
Harry whimpered, his brain so clouded with lust that he wouldn't even have been able to move if Draco had told him he could. His breathing was rapid, his chest rising and falling very quickly.
"Can you hear me, Harry?" Draco purred, running his hands over the rounded flesh of his lover's arse.
"Yes," Harry managed to push out, his hands gripping the blankets tightly.
Draco ran his nails over Harry's arse and down his thighs. "So, are you the kinky one, Harry?" he asked sweetly.
"Mmmmm," Harry whined, shivering at the feel of Draco's nails on his skin.
Draco snorted and then leaned back, smacking Harry on the arse with his hand.
Harry gasped and gripped the covers even harder. "Ah!" he cried, biting his lip.
"Was that an answer, hero?" Draco smirked, slapping his arse again.
"Yes! I'm kinky!" Harry cried, gasping again. His face and chest flushed.
"Yes, you are, Harry," Draco said, looking down at those red marks on Harry's arse. "I suppose you even liked that?"
Harry kept his eyes closed, and after a moment, he nodded his head.
Draco's eyes widened. He ran his fingernails up Harry's back and then down over the red marks.
Harry gasped and moaned again, moving slightly to meet Draco's fingernails.
"You really do like it, don't you?" Draco asked. He had been joking, but his lover's reaction sent shivers down his spine.
"Yes," Harry said, face still flushed. He lifted his head up a bit to try and see Draco behind him.
Draco grinned. He pulled his hand back and smacked Harry's right arse cheek again.
"Fuck," Harry said, head falling back to the bed. "Fuck, yes."
"That's three," Draco said. "So that leaves us how many more?" he asked.
It took Harry a while to count up the rest in his current state, but he finally gasped, "Fourteen." He was smirking now too. His eyes were closed and he clenched the blankets again.
"Count down, Harry." Draco smirked and smacked the other cheek.
"Thirteen," Harry breathed, his back arching a bit.
Draco slapped him again and again, his cock jerking with every time.
Harry gasped a new number with every slap, feeling a particularly strong surge of mixed pleasure and pain on the number seven, and then finally he shouted, "One!" and nearly sobbed with the need to feel Draco inside him.
Harry skin had a beautiful sheen of sweat and his arse was a bright red. Grinning, Draco ran his fingers over that sensitive flesh.
Harry hissed and was very still beneath Draco's fingers. He could feel their every little move and it made his heart pound.
"You are so beautiful, Harry." Draco nearly wept at the sight. He leaned forward and kissed those red cheeks.
Harry let out a slow, shaky breath and smiled at Draco's attention.
Draco licked and kissed Harry's arse, working his way across those cheeks and back down to his crevice until he reached his entrance.
Harry keened low in his throat, his eyes squeezed shut. It took everything he had not to push back into Draco's face.
Draco buried his face in Harry's arse, using his hand to spread his lover's cheeks and pointing his tongue to caress and push against that tight ring.
"Draco!" Harry cried, his hands hurting from clenching them so tightly. Merlin, Draco's tongue was made of pleasure.
Draco thrust, fucking Harry with his tongue.
"Oh, fuck," Harry moaned weakly. "Oh, Merlin, please."
Draco sat back, holding Harry arse spread and gazing at him. "Oh, Gods," he said in awe. He reaching for the lube he had beside the bed.
Harry whimpered at the loss of Draco's tongue, but he knew what was coming. "Fuck, Draco, please fuck me."
Coating his cock with lube, Draco smiled. His cock was so hard and Harry looked so amazing, he didn't need much prompting. He moved forward and rubbed the head of his cock along the crack of Harry's arse.
"Mmmm, put that in me right now, please," Harry moaned as he felt Draco's hard flesh against him. It gave him goose bumps even though he was hot.
"As you wish." Draco smirked, but then groaned as he pushed into that tight heat. He wrapped those long fingers around Harry's hips and thrust forward, sheathing himself inside him.
Harry arched, feeling every inch of Draco's hard cock in him. "Fuck, yes," he whispered into the blankets. He wanted more. "Please, Draco, please."
Draco flexed his hips, pulling back and sliding forward again hard. "Oh, Harry, you are amazing," he groaned.
"Fuck!" Harry cried, his body jolting as Draco thrust into him. "Fucking hell!" He wanted Draco as far as he could have him and he pressed his body up against him.
Draco began thrusting hard and fast, feeling his body slap into that beautiful reddened arse.
Harry was letting out strange, throaty sounds now, his entire body rocking with Draco's thrusts. His mind spun and landed on them earlier in the shower. "Fuck me ...ah ... like you would ... if you'd ... fuck ... got me after ... Merlin ... a Quidditch match," he managed to get out, moaning and trying to meet Draco's cock.
It wasn't until Harry mentioned Quidditch that Draco realised he was using his construct hand to hold Harry's hips, dragging him back onto his cock every time he thrust forward. He faltered a moment and then growled thrusting deep, his balls slapping against Harry's with each thrust.
"Yes," Harry hissed, imagining Draco pushing him up against the locker room wall and simply taking him, doing what he wanted to him, bending him over a bench and fucking him like he was now.
"Yes, yes!" Draco growled. "Fucking inside you!"
Harry cried out something, but he wasn't quite sure what he said. Blood was pounding in his ears and, fuck, he was going to come very soon. The Draco in his head was fucking him so hard and the actual Draco was fucking him so hard, too, and it was just all too much.
Draco's head was swimming as his body began to spasm, coming powerfully and clutching Harry's hips so hard the fingers on his right hand hurt.
Harry let out one last throaty moan and his world exploded in white light and the most extreme pleasure, Draco's clutching fingers only adding to it all. Harry's muscles felt like they were made of water, they were so weak after that.
Draco collapsed on top of Harry, pressing him flat on the mattress. He was drenched in sweat and panting for breath.
Harry was panting too. He grabbed Draco's right hand with his own, and after a few moments he whispered, "You're amazing."
Draco laughed weakly, squeezing Harry's hand. "Definitely kinky," he gasped.
Harry smiled and chuckled. "I've had the absolute best birthday," he said truthfully.
Draco slid out of and off his lover, lying beside him. He laid his head on his left arm and ran his right hand down Harry's sweaty body.
Harry shivered at Draco's touch and smiled. "You can make anything sexy," he said quietly. "I think you're half the reason I'm so damn kinky."
"Are you implying I am a bad influence on you?" Draco teased, drawing little patterns on Harry's wet skin with his fingers.
Harry chuckled. "Oh, you are a very bad influence on me, Draco Malfoy," he said, staring at Draco's face.
Draco yawned, fighting to keep his eyes open now. "I love you, Harry Potter."
Harry smiled. "I love you, too," he said, moving in to kiss Draco. He turned on his side to entangle their legs, wanting, as always, to be as close to Draco as humanly possible.
***
Draco was sitting on the floor, surrounded by books and scrolls. His bottom lip was ink-stained again. Even his hair was a mess – mostly from pulling it too often. He was thinking again, which meant he was making faces.
Hermione looked up at Draco, her hair pulled up from her face in a messy bun. "You know, I think we're on to something," she said, picking up the book on Memory Charms and their effects again.
"Yes, Fidelius is essentially a very sophisticated Memory Charm, tied to the memories of a single person," Draco said.
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Hermione nodded. "Yes, it seems that way," she said. "Now the only thing is to find out how to take those memories and give them to someone else..." She tapped the side of her face with her fingers, thinking.
"Pensieve could do it if the person was alive, but this secret keeper is dead," he said. He shuddered slightly, not liking his own last memory of Dumbledore.
Hermione frowned. "Yes," she said sadly. She began thinking again. "If only there was some way to - to somehow pass on the secret - to somehow get Dumbledore to pass it on ... How on earth could we do that?"
"Portraits are a form of memory magic too," Draco thought out loud. "They make a kind of construct of the person. That construct possesses some of the personality and memory of the person. If one could collect enough critical memories of the Headmaster to make such a construct, that construct might be enough to pass on the magic that made him secret keeper."
Hermione stared at Draco with interest. "You're very clever," she said. "I never knew." Then she went back to thinking again. "You talked about a Pensieve a moment ago. Do you think that would be able to make a construct? If there were enough memories of Dumbledore inside it?"
Draco rolled his eyes at her comment. "If you had enough memories of the person, say collected from different people who knew him, you could possibly pass on the memories, and along with it, the magic of Fidelius, to a new person."
"A Pensieve would be perfect for that," Hermione said. "You could put the memories inside and then simply transfer them to the new person. It could very, very possibly work."
"It will be a bit ... overwhelming ... to the new secret keeper," Draco said quietly. "Kind of like taking part of ... Dumbledore ... inside themselves."
Hermione bit her lip and nodded. "Do you think there would be any side affects?" she asked, looking worried.
"Magic always has ... consequences," he said, "but I think the person would adjust in time. And they would then be able to maintain the secret."
Hermione nodded again. "What other choices do we have?" she said. "This looks like a very good plan to me and it may actually work. Merlin, I hope it does. We have so much on our plates already without having to worry about you entering and leaving the house!"
"So we have to remove the memory of the house location and a significant memory of Headmaster Dumbledore from every member of the Order and any other person who has been passed the secret," Draco said. "We won't be able to get everyone obviously, such as Snape, but the rest should be possible."
"Yes. And we also need to decide on a new Secret Keeper. I suppose everyone will want Harry to do it," Hermione said, sounding very happy that they had a plan.
"No," Draco said quickly. "Harry cannot be the leader of the Order and its Secret Keeper. He has too much pressure on him already." He looked her in the eyes for a minute, hoping she understood.
Hermione sighed. "I suppose you're right. Far too much pressure," she said sadly. She was silent for a few seconds. "You're good for him, you know? I've never seen him so happy, and I never thought I would say this, but I like you, and I'm glad that Harry fell in love with you."
Draco cocked his head, considering her words. For a moment, he wondered if she was being sarcastic and then he understood that she meant it. "I am not sure happy will keep him alive," Draco said, "but I appreciate the complement."
She smiled softly and then looked away, off in her own world for just a second and then it was back to business. "We need to contact Professor McGonagall as soon as possible to get the Pensieve here."
"Fine, if you will do that, I will begin work on the spell to transfer and activate the Fidelius portion," Draco said, pulling out another piece of parchment. "Hermione?" he asked quietly. "I know who should be Secret Keeper. Someone who could never give it away."
Hermione had got to her feet and was now standing at the door. She raised an eyebrow. "Who?" she asked.
"Someone who would could be literally ordered to die rather than endanger Harry," he said calmly, but with his head held a bit defiantly.
Hermione stared at Draco for a second and then her face split into a tiny smile. "That would work perfectly," she said, understanding completely what Draco was talking about.
"Good," he said seriously, "because I don't want what happened to his parents happening to him."
Hermione swallowed. "Nor do I," she said quietly. She stared at Draco for a second longer and then headed out the door, going for the kitchen where Harry was sitting talking with Lupin.
Chapter Title: Of Memories and Secrets
Words: 4007 Words
The rest of the day went by quickly, and there were soon guests arriving every few minutes. They all heartily wished Harry a happy birthday and joyfully told stories of their own comings of age while eating the snack foods that Mrs Weasley had set out.
Harry enjoyed himself, happy to be simply chatting and joking with this lot rather than talking of strategy and killings. He checked up with Draco every once in a while, but it was never long before someone else was pulling him off to listen to another joke or story.
Draco spent most of the day reading. He smiled indulgently as people trouped through to see Harry.
It was time for cake soon and Harry laughed happily when he saw that Mrs Weasley had baked it to look like a broomstick, magically, of course, because nothing that big would have fit into the oven. The food was delicious, the friends were wonderful, and the cake melt-in-your-mouth good.
It was fairly late when people started leaving, and Harry sat full and happy at the kitchen table, having just had the best day.
Draco had enjoyed the cake; after all, he loved sweets. And the party had been nice. Finally, he had tired of so many people and gone to the study to read quietly again, and that was where he had fallen asleep.
Harry thanked all the guests for coming and then Mrs Weasley for throwing a terrific party.
"Oh, it wasn't any trouble at all," she said. "I rather enjoyed it."
Harry grinned and then looked around the room. "Where's Draco?" he asked no one in particular.
"I think I saw him head out of here a while ago," said Ginny, gathering plates from the table.
Harry nodded and, despite Mrs Weasley's protesting, helped clean up before he left to find Draco. He found him pretty quickly and smiled down at him as he slept with a book on his chest. Harry crouched down next to him and kissed him gently on the forehead.
"Mmm," Draco murmured, shifting a bit but not waking up.
Harry's smile grew and he ran his fingers gently through Draco's hair. Harry didn't say anything, just watched him sleep.
Draco sighed, automatically leaning into the touch.
Harry kissed Draco again and continued playing with his hair, but the peace and calm didn't last long. Fred and George burst into the room laughing, George holding Harry's present.
Draco startled at the loud noise and found himself with Harry and the twins. His eyes opened wide and he looked around.
Harry huffed.
Fred and George looked genuinely sorry for waking Draco up - for about a second.
"Want to open your present?" asked Fred, smirking.
"Do I have to?" asked Harry.
Draco smiled and shrugged, his eyebrows waggling. "Oh, I think you do," he said.
"Oh, sure, take their side," Harry said, pushing Draco playfully.
To make matters worse, as George handed the present over, Ron, Hermione and Ginny entered into the room.
Harry stared at all of them. "Why do I get the feeling it would be better if I opened this with the least amount of people around as possible?"
Fred laughed. "Oh, come on, Harry. We all know how much you like putting on a show."
Ginny snorted.
Draco had been smiling, but at those words he flushed, his face and ears turning pink. He put his face into his hands.
Harry flushed too and stared down at the present. "It's now or never, I suppose," he said, and he tore just the top off the gift and peered inside. He could see that it was filled with multiple things, but on the top was...
Harry turned redder and stared up at Fred and George with narrowed eyes and a tight smile on his lips.
The twins started dying laughing as soon as Harry looked at them.
"This is the most pointless thing I've ever got," Harry said, face still red.
Draco was afraid to look. He peeked through his fingers at Harry. "What is it?" he asked in spite of himself.
Harry stared at Draco. "Something completely immature that I will never need, ever, because you're with me all the time," he said.
"You never know, mate," Fred managed through his laughter. "He might not always be feeling up to it."
Draco frowned, bringing his hands down to look. "What?" he asked again.
Harry was not about to pull the ridiculous thing from the wrapping paper. He shoved the package into Draco's hands, shaking his head. He waited to see what Draco would think of the somewhat large-sized, purple of all colours, dildo. He could hardly bring himself to even think the word. It was ridiculous and it embarrassed him highly.
Draco raised an eyebrow, looking up at the twins. "Any charms on it?"
Fred and George laughed harder. "Oh, we like the way you think," said Fred. "It can move by itself; it vibrates, of course," Hermione turned red at that, "and you can change the size of it," he listed off.
Harry shut his eyes.
"Ew," said Ron quietly, making a face.
"What else is in here?" Draco asked looking intrigued and reaching into the box.
George turned to Ron. "You may want to leave, little brother," he said, grinning.
Ron made another face. "It's that bad?" he asked.
Fred simply shrugged, smiling wickedly.
"I don't think I'll take any chances," Ron muttered and he turned and walked out of the room.
"We don't want to embarrass you, Harry," said Hermione, gripping Ginny's arm. "You'll have enough of that with those two." And she pulled a slightly disappointed looking Ginny from the room.
George pulled the package from Draco's hands and dumped the contents in his lap.
Harry looked down at it all with raised eyebrows.
"Lube - you can never have enough of that, cock rings, the heightened sensitivity potion we told you about before - you said you didn't need it, but you won't say that after you've used it. I must warn you, it's very addictive. Can't wank without it. A smaller dildo - travel size! Some flavoured lube - which may come in handy more than we thought; we saw you with that tray this morning, Draco. Handcuffs, a whip - we shrank it to fit it in, we hear Harry's a kinky one, and look, we even got you a thong, we suppose either one of you could wear it, whatever tickles your fancy." Fred listed it all as if simply discussing the weather.
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Harry's face turned red again.
Draco's eyes widened and he flushed, blinking at the pile of stuff in his lap. He didn't look up, completely unable to look at anyone.
The twins laughed at Harry and Draco. "Oh, come on. We're all men here," said George.
Harry shook his head and closed his eyes. He began quickly picking up everything and putting it back in the box.
Fred ruffled Harry's hair. "Have fuuuuun," he said, sounding highly amused.
"Good luck, Draco," said George with a laugh. "Seriously," he added.
Harry looked up at him with narrowed eyes, but it only made George laugh harder.
As Harry began to pick things up, Draco moved the box into his lap. He glanced up at Fred and George. "Always."
Fred smirked and George chuckled. "We'll leave you to it," he said. "But you might want to take it up to your room."
Fred snorted and then they both left.
Harry turned to Draco. "They are - just - I don't even know," he said, shaking his head.
Draco looked at Harry with eyes gone dark with desire and said in a husky voice, "Yes, take me to your room."
Harry swallowed and his eyes went wide. "You - you want to try some of this?" he asked, his heart already speeding up.
"Maybe later." Draco licked his lips. "Right now, I need..." He let the box slide to the floor, letting Harry see how hard he was.
Harry stared at Draco's crotch and then quickly grabbed his hand and the box so that no one else would see it. He jumped to his feet to drag Draco out of the room and up the stairs. He dropped the box to the floor as soon as their bedroom door was shut and then attached himself to Draco's lips.
Draco kissed him back hard, pushing Harry back against the door, pulling at his clothes.
Harry let his eyes fall closed and moaned. He lifted his own shirt off and grasped the bottom of Draco's to pull it off too.
"Yes," Draco said. "I have wanted you all day." Once the shirts were gone, Draco began quickly unfastening his lover's trousers.
Harry hissed through his teeth. "Going to fuck me?" he whispered, making sure to press up into Draco's hand.
"Oh, yes," he said, pulling Harry's trousers and shorts down and wrapping his hand around his lover's cock.
Harry moaned again and ran his hands down Draco's chest and then around to the skin of his back. "I want your cock in me," he gasped, thrusting into Draco's hand.
"On the bed. Now," Draco said, beginning to unbuckle his own trousers.
Harry stumbled with his trousers around his ankles and moved as quickly as he could onto the bed. He pulled off his shoes and socks and then the rest of his clothes. He was panting as he watched Draco get undressed.
Draco didn't bother to lay his clothes aside, throwing them like Harry usually did. He climbed onto the bed, pressing Harry down with his own body. "I am going to fuck you hard and deep," he promised.
Harry moaned loudly, his body already flushed with heat. "Fucking tear me in half, please," he gasped, hardly able to breathe.
Draco rolled Harry over, face down and lay atop him, pressing the length of his body over him. "They are right you know," he said into Harry's ear as he rubbed his cock against the round swell of his arse.
Harry gasped again. "Huh?" he whimpered. It was all he could manage.
Draco slid his knee between his lover’s thighs and pushed them apart, his hand sliding along the crevice of his arse.
Harry tried to push up into Draco's hand. His face looked like he was about to cry, but that was probably the last thing he felt like doing as his cock jumped.
Draco knelt between Harry legs and grabbed the other man's hips. He pulled them up roughly so that Harry was now up on his knees with his arse in the air and his face pressed into the bed. "Stay this way," he said. "Don't move."
Harry whimpered, his brain so clouded with lust that he wouldn't even have been able to move if Draco had told him he could. His breathing was rapid, his chest rising and falling very quickly.
"Can you hear me, Harry?" Draco purred, running his hands over the rounded flesh of his lover's arse.
"Yes," Harry managed to push out, his hands gripping the blankets tightly.
Draco ran his nails over Harry's arse and down his thighs. "So, are you the kinky one, Harry?" he asked sweetly.
"Mmmmm," Harry whined, shivering at the feel of Draco's nails on his skin.
Draco snorted and then leaned back, smacking Harry on the arse with his hand.
Harry gasped and gripped the covers even harder. "Ah!" he cried, biting his lip.
"Was that an answer, hero?" Draco smirked, slapping his arse again.
"Yes! I'm kinky!" Harry cried, gasping again. His face and chest flushed.
"Yes, you are, Harry," Draco said, looking down at those red marks on Harry's arse. "I suppose you even liked that?"
Harry kept his eyes closed, and after a moment, he nodded his head.
Draco's eyes widened. He ran his fingernails up Harry's back and then down over the red marks.
Harry gasped and moaned again, moving slightly to meet Draco's fingernails.
"You really do like it, don't you?" Draco asked. He had been joking, but his lover's reaction sent shivers down his spine.
"Yes," Harry said, face still flushed. He lifted his head up a bit to try and see Draco behind him.
Draco grinned. He pulled his hand back and smacked Harry's right arse cheek again.
"Fuck," Harry said, head falling back to the bed. "Fuck, yes."
"That's three," Draco said. "So that leaves us how many more?" he asked.
It took Harry a while to count up the rest in his current state, but he finally gasped, "Fourteen." He was smirking now too. His eyes were closed and he clenched the blankets again.
"Count down, Harry." Draco smirked and smacked the other cheek.
"Thirteen," Harry breathed, his back arching a bit.
Draco slapped him again and again, his cock jerking with every time.
Harry gasped a new number with every slap, feeling a particularly strong surge of mixed pleasure and pain on the number seven, and then finally he shouted, "One!" and nearly sobbed with the need to feel Draco inside him.
Harry skin had a beautiful sheen of sweat and his arse was a bright red. Grinning, Draco ran his fingers over that sensitive flesh.
Harry hissed and was very still beneath Draco's fingers. He could feel their every little move and it made his heart pound.
"You are so beautiful, Harry." Draco nearly wept at the sight. He leaned forward and kissed those red cheeks.
Harry let out a slow, shaky breath and smiled at Draco's attention.
Draco licked and kissed Harry's arse, working his way across those cheeks and back down to his crevice until he reached his entrance.
Harry keened low in his throat, his eyes squeezed shut. It took everything he had not to push back into Draco's face.
Draco buried his face in Harry's arse, using his hand to spread his lover's cheeks and pointing his tongue to caress and push against that tight ring.
"Draco!" Harry cried, his hands hurting from clenching them so tightly. Merlin, Draco's tongue was made of pleasure.
Draco thrust, fucking Harry with his tongue.
"Oh, fuck," Harry moaned weakly. "Oh, Merlin, please."
Draco sat back, holding Harry arse spread and gazing at him. "Oh, Gods," he said in awe. He reaching for the lube he had beside the bed.
Harry whimpered at the loss of Draco's tongue, but he knew what was coming. "Fuck, Draco, please fuck me."
Coating his cock with lube, Draco smiled. His cock was so hard and Harry looked so amazing, he didn't need much prompting. He moved forward and rubbed the head of his cock along the crack of Harry's arse.
"Mmmm, put that in me right now, please," Harry moaned as he felt Draco's hard flesh against him. It gave him goose bumps even though he was hot.
"As you wish." Draco smirked, but then groaned as he pushed into that tight heat. He wrapped those long fingers around Harry's hips and thrust forward, sheathing himself inside him.
Harry arched, feeling every inch of Draco's hard cock in him. "Fuck, yes," he whispered into the blankets. He wanted more. "Please, Draco, please."
Draco flexed his hips, pulling back and sliding forward again hard. "Oh, Harry, you are amazing," he groaned.
"Fuck!" Harry cried, his body jolting as Draco thrust into him. "Fucking hell!" He wanted Draco as far as he could have him and he pressed his body up against him.
Draco began thrusting hard and fast, feeling his body slap into that beautiful reddened arse.
Harry was letting out strange, throaty sounds now, his entire body rocking with Draco's thrusts. His mind spun and landed on them earlier in the shower. "Fuck me ...ah ... like you would ... if you'd ... fuck ... got me after ... Merlin ... a Quidditch match," he managed to get out, moaning and trying to meet Draco's cock.
It wasn't until Harry mentioned Quidditch that Draco realised he was using his construct hand to hold Harry's hips, dragging him back onto his cock every time he thrust forward. He faltered a moment and then growled thrusting deep, his balls slapping against Harry's with each thrust.
"Yes," Harry hissed, imagining Draco pushing him up against the locker room wall and simply taking him, doing what he wanted to him, bending him over a bench and fucking him like he was now.
"Yes, yes!" Draco growled. "Fucking inside you!"
Harry cried out something, but he wasn't quite sure what he said. Blood was pounding in his ears and, fuck, he was going to come very soon. The Draco in his head was fucking him so hard and the actual Draco was fucking him so hard, too, and it was just all too much.
Draco's head was swimming as his body began to spasm, coming powerfully and clutching Harry's hips so hard the fingers on his right hand hurt.
Harry let out one last throaty moan and his world exploded in white light and the most extreme pleasure, Draco's clutching fingers only adding to it all. Harry's muscles felt like they were made of water, they were so weak after that.
Draco collapsed on top of Harry, pressing him flat on the mattress. He was drenched in sweat and panting for breath.
Harry was panting too. He grabbed Draco's right hand with his own, and after a few moments he whispered, "You're amazing."
Draco laughed weakly, squeezing Harry's hand. "Definitely kinky," he gasped.
Harry smiled and chuckled. "I've had the absolute best birthday," he said truthfully.
Draco slid out of and off his lover, lying beside him. He laid his head on his left arm and ran his right hand down Harry's sweaty body.
Harry shivered at Draco's touch and smiled. "You can make anything sexy," he said quietly. "I think you're half the reason I'm so damn kinky."
"Are you implying I am a bad influence on you?" Draco teased, drawing little patterns on Harry's wet skin with his fingers.
Harry chuckled. "Oh, you are a very bad influence on me, Draco Malfoy," he said, staring at Draco's face.
Draco yawned, fighting to keep his eyes open now. "I love you, Harry Potter."
Harry smiled. "I love you, too," he said, moving in to kiss Draco. He turned on his side to entangle their legs, wanting, as always, to be as close to Draco as humanly possible.
***
Draco was sitting on the floor, surrounded by books and scrolls. His bottom lip was ink-stained again. Even his hair was a mess – mostly from pulling it too often. He was thinking again, which meant he was making faces.
Hermione looked up at Draco, her hair pulled up from her face in a messy bun. "You know, I think we're on to something," she said, picking up the book on Memory Charms and their effects again.
"Yes, Fidelius is essentially a very sophisticated Memory Charm, tied to the memories of a single person," Draco said.
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Hermione nodded. "Yes, it seems that way," she said. "Now the only thing is to find out how to take those memories and give them to someone else..." She tapped the side of her face with her fingers, thinking.
"Pensieve could do it if the person was alive, but this secret keeper is dead," he said. He shuddered slightly, not liking his own last memory of Dumbledore.
Hermione frowned. "Yes," she said sadly. She began thinking again. "If only there was some way to - to somehow pass on the secret - to somehow get Dumbledore to pass it on ... How on earth could we do that?"
"Portraits are a form of memory magic too," Draco thought out loud. "They make a kind of construct of the person. That construct possesses some of the personality and memory of the person. If one could collect enough critical memories of the Headmaster to make such a construct, that construct might be enough to pass on the magic that made him secret keeper."
Hermione stared at Draco with interest. "You're very clever," she said. "I never knew." Then she went back to thinking again. "You talked about a Pensieve a moment ago. Do you think that would be able to make a construct? If there were enough memories of Dumbledore inside it?"
Draco rolled his eyes at her comment. "If you had enough memories of the person, say collected from different people who knew him, you could possibly pass on the memories, and along with it, the magic of Fidelius, to a new person."
"A Pensieve would be perfect for that," Hermione said. "You could put the memories inside and then simply transfer them to the new person. It could very, very possibly work."
"It will be a bit ... overwhelming ... to the new secret keeper," Draco said quietly. "Kind of like taking part of ... Dumbledore ... inside themselves."
Hermione bit her lip and nodded. "Do you think there would be any side affects?" she asked, looking worried.
"Magic always has ... consequences," he said, "but I think the person would adjust in time. And they would then be able to maintain the secret."
Hermione nodded again. "What other choices do we have?" she said. "This looks like a very good plan to me and it may actually work. Merlin, I hope it does. We have so much on our plates already without having to worry about you entering and leaving the house!"
"So we have to remove the memory of the house location and a significant memory of Headmaster Dumbledore from every member of the Order and any other person who has been passed the secret," Draco said. "We won't be able to get everyone obviously, such as Snape, but the rest should be possible."
"Yes. And we also need to decide on a new Secret Keeper. I suppose everyone will want Harry to do it," Hermione said, sounding very happy that they had a plan.
"No," Draco said quickly. "Harry cannot be the leader of the Order and its Secret Keeper. He has too much pressure on him already." He looked her in the eyes for a minute, hoping she understood.
Hermione sighed. "I suppose you're right. Far too much pressure," she said sadly. She was silent for a few seconds. "You're good for him, you know? I've never seen him so happy, and I never thought I would say this, but I like you, and I'm glad that Harry fell in love with you."
Draco cocked his head, considering her words. For a moment, he wondered if she was being sarcastic and then he understood that she meant it. "I am not sure happy will keep him alive," Draco said, "but I appreciate the complement."
She smiled softly and then looked away, off in her own world for just a second and then it was back to business. "We need to contact Professor McGonagall as soon as possible to get the Pensieve here."
"Fine, if you will do that, I will begin work on the spell to transfer and activate the Fidelius portion," Draco said, pulling out another piece of parchment. "Hermione?" he asked quietly. "I know who should be Secret Keeper. Someone who could never give it away."
Hermione had got to her feet and was now standing at the door. She raised an eyebrow. "Who?" she asked.
"Someone who would could be literally ordered to die rather than endanger Harry," he said calmly, but with his head held a bit defiantly.
Hermione stared at Draco for a second and then her face split into a tiny smile. "That would work perfectly," she said, understanding completely what Draco was talking about.
"Good," he said seriously, "because I don't want what happened to his parents happening to him."
Hermione swallowed. "Nor do I," she said quietly. She stared at Draco for a second longer and then headed out the door, going for the kitchen where Harry was sitting talking with Lupin.