Harry Potter and The Secret Keeper (BP2)
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The Weight of Memory
Chapter Number/Total: 27/44
Chapter Title: The Weight of Memory
Words: 4021 Words
Draco was frowning, making more notes. It was going to be a very complicated spell. He wasn't even looking up when Harry came in.
"Hey," Harry said a bit breathlessly. "Hermione just told me you guys think you've found a way to change the Secret Keeper."
Draco looked up, startled, and then smiled at Harry. He looked a little odd with an ink stain on his lip. "We think so," he said carefully.
Harry smiled. "What did you guys come up with?" he asked, coming to sit beside Draco and wipe at his lip with his thumb.
Draco turned his head up, enjoying Harry's touch and shoving a pile of books over so that the other man could sit with him. Distracted again, Draco opened his mouth, licking at Harry's thumb.
Harry raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Going to tell me?" he asked, watching Draco lick him.
Draco sucked Harry's thumb into his mouth, barely registering his words.
Harry smirked. "Is my very presence enough to turn you on?" he asked, voice low.
"Mmhmm," Draco said, eyes closing as he sucked on Harry's thumb, imagining other parts he would like to suck on. He had spent too many hours reading old books and was glad for the change in attention.
"Well, we certainly can't do anything in here," Harry said, beginning to thrust his thumb slowly in and out of Draco's mouth. He knew he should probably focus on what Draco had found out, but that part of his brain wasn't working right anymore.
Draco reached out, grabbing Harry with his hand. He concentrated and Apparated them to their room, landing in the middle of the floor.
Harry smirked and slowly moved his head forward to kiss Draco teasingly, letting his tongue out just enough to lick at his lips but not slip in his mouth.
Draco began to tremble again, not letting go of Harry. Instead he pulled him closer, his own tongue snaking out to meet Harry's.
Harry let his tongue play with Draco's on the outside of their mouths. He licked along it, loving it as the wet muscles slid together, teasing and touching.
Draco's tongue continued to caress his lover's. His eyes were closed and he was panting, his hand grasping Harry's shirt and pulling him closer. Once again, Harry had completely undone any self-control he had. Was there anything he wouldn't do for this man? No, he realised, nothing.
The slow kiss was very erotic to Harry. It was amazing how he had done almost everything to Draco, and yet just a slow, sexy kiss could be like this. He sighed through his nose and finally pressed forward more to kiss Draco fully, slipping his tongue into his mouth now.
Groaning, Draco opened his mouth in complete surrender. He felt like he opened his soul at moments like this, feeling Harry slip inside him and take possession.
It had been a while since Harry and Draco had simply kissed like this. Harry brought his hands up to slide one along Draco's jaw and caress his cheek with his thumb. He slid his other arm around Draco's neck and shoulders to hold him closer.
The kiss was so tender and hot, Draco felt like he was melting. He allowed himself to be directed by Harry, feeling the tension of hours of hard work slip away from him as the other man took over.
Harry moved slowly and moaned very quietly, sliding their lips together gently. He gripped Draco's shirt, wanting to pull him into him, wanting him as close as he could have him.
Draco had been holding his body upright with his construct hand. Now he allowed that hand to slide, bringing the two of them the rest of the way to the floor and Harry on top of him.
Harry continued to kiss Draco, brushing his fingers through his silky hair and pushing himself down against his warm body.
The feeling of Harry pressing into him, touching him, filled Draco. Harry's heat drew him and made him feel whole.
Harry sighed again. "I want to make love to you," he whispered, and then he kissed Draco again, still brushing his fingers through his hair.
Mouth full of Harry's, Draco replied in the best way he knew how: he arched into him and hummed, "Mmhmm."
Harry smiled gently. "Let's get on the bed," he whispered, not really wanting to move from Draco, but wanting to be comfortable with him.
Draco looked up at him and nodded, licking his lips that still tasted of his lover. He waited for Harry to move, content to lie under him until he was ready.
Harry sighed and kissed Draco one last time before pushing himself up and getting to his feet. He stood on one side of the bed, calmly beginning to remove his clothes.
Draco lay on the floor looking up at Harry, watching him strip. It took him a minute to register that he should move as well. He rolled over and got to his feet, a bit dizzy and very turned on. He smiled at Harry as he began to disrobe as well.
Harry smiled and watched Draco as he took the rest of his own clothes off. He got onto the bed and laid back amongst the pillows, still watching Draco and smiling gently.
Naked, aroused and very pleased with the look on Harry's face, Draco stood beside the bed with his hands on his hips and his head tilted to one side -- and waited.
"Come here, please," Harry said softly, opening his arms.
Draco raised an eyebrow, smiling. He did his best to climb into the bed with the most sensuous grace and knelt beside Harry, his cock thrusting up from his lap.
Harry reached forward and pulled Draco to him with hands around his waist. He brought him down to kiss him again, relaxed and ready for a long, slow fuck.
"Mmm," Draco murmured into his mouth, opening again to his tongue. The feeling of his cock pressed against Harry's stomach muscles made him shift needily.
Harry ran his hands across Draco's warm skin, exploring his mouth with his tongue again. He turned his head slightly for a second to Summon lube, and then it was back to Draco's mouth.
Draco let out a shuddering breath, releasing himself to Harry's tongue and hands.
Harry unscrewed the lid of the jar blindly, still kissing Draco. He slicked his fingers and then slid them slowly down the crack of Draco's arse, moving them gently in circles around his entrance.
Sucking in a breath, Draco shivered as fingers stroked his opening. He moaned his approval into Harry's mouth, rubbing his cock against Harry's stomach.
Harry smiled and slipped one wet finger inside of Draco and felt him rubbing his cock against him. He made sure to try and rub up against Draco as he began stretching him out.
Draco panted, his eyes closed as he focused on the sensation of Harry pressing inside him and opening him like this.
Harry added another finger, pushing them in and out slowly a few times before pressing them to Draco's prostate, wanting to watch Draco's face.
Draco sucked in a breath, his eyes popping open and his head coming up suddenly as Harry found that spot inside him.
Harry watched Draco in wonder as he stroked him inside, playing him like a beautiful instrument. He ran his left hand up Draco's back again, loving the feel of so much smooth skin. Draco looked almost pretty right then, his lips full and red from their kissing and his soft hair falling around his face.
Draco's eyes slid half closed, soaking up the feeling of Harry touching him inside and out. His cock pulsed in time with Harry's strokes inside him.
Harry had to kiss Draco again. He captured his lips with his own and continued the movement of his fingers. After a few minutes he finally pulled his mouth away and reluctantly withdrew his fingers. He reached down sort of awkwardly to coat his erection and then gripped Draco's hips lightly. "Let's do it like this," he whispered, still on his back against the pillows.
Draco whimpered when Harry withdrew his fingers but quickly nodded when Harry spoke. The blond rose up on his knees, sitting up a bit and bracing himself on Harry's chest. He slid his arse back until he could feel the press of Harry's cock against his entrance. He shuddered at the sensation and pushed himself down on it.
Harry's eyes slid closed and he shuddered. "I love you," he whispered, his hand trailing up Draco's skin again and the other coming up to hold the back of his head gently.
Draco slid down until he rested tight against Harry's body, his cock buried inside him and the other wizard's magic flowing up that connection. He leaned forward into Harry's hold and sat, breathing deeply for a minute. "Yours," he managed at last, opening his eyes to look at Harry.
Harry was still for a few seconds, but then he opened his eyes again and met Draco's. He shuddered again, feeling tingles up his spine.
Draco still didn't move, looking down into those darkened green eyes. "Harry Potter, I love you," he said with such deep warmth it felt flushed. "I would hold you inside me, keeping you safe and warm." He squeezed his muscles around Harry's body, inside and out, to emphasise his words.
Harry let out one gasping breath, still staring into Draco's eyes. He knew Draco was telling the truth, and he did feel safe and warm. There was nothing in the entire world that felt safer to him than Draco Malfoy.
Draco rested his construct hand on the bed next to Harry's shoulder and then grasped the other man's shoulder with his fingers. He smiled then and began to move, rocking gently forward and back, slowly at first.
Harry let out another gasp and let Draco move freely. He had to fight to keep his eyes open, but he didn't want to close them.
Draco's smile grew as he rocked, slowly fucking his lover and watching his face as he did so. It reminded him of that first time back in the Room of Requirement.
"Mmmm," Harry hummed, his eyes nearly closing again. "I love you so much," he whispered, slightly whimpering as a strong tingle made its way through his body. He thrust up a little bit, unable to keep still anymore.
Draco leaned forward more, running his hand up Harry's shoulder and into the hair at the back of his head, holding tight. He began to rock faster, encouraging Harry's thrusts.
Harry gasped and thrust up harder, beginning to sweat. His fingers dug into the skin of Draco's back slightly as he pushed his hips up.
Sweat ran down Draco's face and body as he rocked faster, working his muscles hard to keep a smooth rhythm. The feel of Harry's cock sliding in and out of him was sending shocks up his spine and each movement forward rubbed his own cock against Harry's belly.
"Yes, Draco," Harry gasped, throwing his head back and clutching at Draco's skin. "Merlin, yes." He was panting now as they picked up the pace, lust and love and feeling clouding his vision and nearly disabling his brain.
Harry's magic crackled over his skin now, making it tingle, and Draco could swear it made even his hair stand on end. He knew the man was getting close and that when Harry came, so would he. Draco's body was sliding on their combined sweat now as he rocked, and Harry's belly was already slick with Draco's pre-come.
Harry moaned, his throat exposed as he threw his head back. He finally allowed his eyes to slide closed and he gritted his teeth as he came with a strangled cry, letting out whimpering moans after the shout.
Draco hung on while Harry's body arched and his magic flared, his own orgasm a part of that whole. It was all he could do not to fall, his head spinning and his body spasming around Harry's. He was clutching Harry's hair so hard he was surprised he hadn't hurt him. Draco had been thrown upward at the end, but now he collapsed on top of Harry, trembling.
Harry hugged Draco to him, his eyes still closed. One arm was across Draco's shoulders, holding on to one of them, and his other was clutched in Draco's hair. His breathing was laboured.
Draco floated in a place of Harry's magic and love, the very real physical presence of the other man in him, under him and around him.
Harry was still breathing a bit heavily after a minute of lying there. He ran his hands idly over Draco's skin, smiling very softly, feeling Draco's heart beat and his chest rising and falling.
When he could breathe regularly again, Draco turned his head, nuzzling against Harry's neck and face. "I think with that kind of reward, I could solve any magical puzzle." He smirked.
Harry's lips quirked upwards and he let out an amused breath through his nose. "I like giving the reward," he said, tucking Draco's hair behind his ear.
Sliding up a bit, and gasping as he pulled off of Harry, Draco slid to his lover's right side and rested his head on his shoulder. "I need to talk with you about the spell," he said quietly.
Harry nodded. He scratched at his eye and then said, "Go ahead."
"You have to choose a new Secret Keeper for the Order, for your home," Draco said, his hand sliding over his lover's sticky chest and resting over his heart.
Harry thought for a moment. "I assumed it would be me," he said with a shrug.
"No, you are too valuable to the Order," Draco said quickly, "and the spell for changing the Keeper, well, it might be a bit ... disorienting for the new Keeper."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Well, who then?" he asked.
Draco pushed himself up a bit on his elbow, looking down at Harry and meeting his eyes. "The one person who can never betray you, never tell, no matter what they do," Draco said.
Harry stared. "You?" he asked, eyebrows pulled together.
Draco nodded. "I know the magic and, with the binding, we can make it so I can't tell anyone you don't want me to," he explained.
"What's this about being 'disoriented'?" Harry asked, still frowning slightly.
Draco sat up, kneeling beside Harry, and explained the basics of the spell to him. "So the only problem is that the new Keeper will have to deal with a lot of memories that they didn't originally have," he said.
"It wouldn't hurt you though, would it?" Harry asked warily. He never wanted Draco to get hurt if he could help it.
"No. It will probably be a bit confusing at first, but I am used to taking in a lot of information and quickly," Draco said with as much confidence in his voice as he could.
Harry stared at Draco for a few more seconds, but then sighed and nodded, knowing that it made a lot of sense to make Draco the secret keeper. "All right," he said. "It does make sense, because I can order you not to tell, even though I know you'd never tell anyway," he needed to add.
"Good," Draco said, not saying that he knew Death Eaters well enough that they would find a way to make anyone who had a choice tell. Everyone had their breaking point. But with the binding spell, Draco couldn't be forced to tell even then.
"I really hope this works," Harry said quietly, reaching up and playing with Draco's hair again. "I need to get started with the Horcruxes - badly."
"I agree," Draco said. "Let's go tell the others and get started on this."
***
Draco had bathed and dressed in his most traditional robes. He knew that Hermione and Harry would have everything organised and ready downstairs. He was slightly nervous. He had downplayed to Harry how difficult the magic might be to integrate. He knew that if Harry thought there was any risk at all, he would probably insist on being the Secret Keeper instead.
Draco and Hermione had spent a lot of time working on the specifics of the ritual. It had taken other members of the Order, like Remus and Tonks, a week to track down everyone else and retrieve the memories. The only people whose memories hadn't been collected were the ones now gathered downstairs. They would transfer them to the Pensieve at the beginning of the ceremony.
Draco made his way down the stairs and stood waiting outside the door to the kitchen. Hermione would come for him when they were ready.
Harry was slightly nervous, even though Draco had told him that there was no real risk.
Hermione looked around the room and then up at Harry. "Ready? Should I go and get him now?"
Harry waited a minute and then nodded, frowning.
She nodded too and made her way across the room and up the small staircase. "Draco?" she asked as she opened the door and looked around it.
Draco took a deep breath and held his head high, smiling as she called to him. He nodded and stepped into the kitchen which had been set up for the ritual. His hood was up and his head bowed as he followed her to the table at the centre of the room. The light of the memories in the Pensieve reflected in swirling patterns around the room. He smiled a bit at the memory of the last time he had seen the Pensieve and then his heart ached a bit, realising that had been the last time he had really spoken to the Headmaster before that night on the tower.
Harry watched Draco very seriously and everyone was completely still. Harry thought of the memory he had put into the Pensieve. He had thought about it for a while, running through the many times he had been with the old man. He'd finally settled on the fairly recent memory of Dumbledore coming to pick him up at the Dursleys' last year. He had chosen it because it had been the last time he had seen Dumbledore how Harry believed he truly was. Calm and in control of any situation, still funny and polite even when angry, and able to be firm when he needed to be. Harry had felt safe with him then, like he always had.
In the end, it had been decided that as owner of the house and as the Order's leader, it would be Harry who actually transferred the memories and cast the spell that activated the new Secret Keeper. Draco stood before him now, feeling the tingle of his magic even with his eyes downcast.
"Who comes before us now, to take the mantle of Secret Keeper?" Harry recited the words. He looked at Draco as he said it, pushing the nervousness out of his body as best he could.
Draco allowed the dark hood to slide back off his head, revealing his startling blond hair. "I, Draco Malfoy, pledge myself to take on this burden and honour," he said clearly, his eyes focusing on Harry's. His heart sped up at the sight of his beloved and the power that was already rising in the room. His breath caught as Harry recited the next words.
"Do you take this of your own will and knowing the consequences?"
“Yes, I do," Draco said, and then knelt at Harry's feet, tipping his head back so that he could receive the memories from the Pensieve. Rather than going into the memories, as before, this time the memories would be placed directly into his own mind.
Harry stared down at Draco for a moment. He was so incredibly beautiful. He took a breath and began transferring the memories with his wand from the Pensieve to Draco's temple, watching as the silvery wisps were absorbed.
Draco closed his eyes, focusing inward as the memories collected in his mind. The memories of one man as seen through the minds of two dozen people. It was a lot to take in and Draco had begun to shiver before they were even halfway through.
Harry continued adding the memories, knowing that he couldn't stop, even when his nervousness returned because of the way Draco looked. He started thinking about his own memory of Dumbledore again and then, as he added another wisp, he found he couldn't recall it at all, and he wasn't even sure what he was trying to think of. Finally, the last memory was added, and Harry stood watching Draco.
Draco had broken out in a sweat and he was shuddering, waves of memories competing for space in his mind. Some of the memories went back to times before he was even born. He held himself up on his knees by sheer force of will, waiting for Harry to finish the spell.
Harry was frowning again now as he looked down at Draco. He raised his wand and hesitated before he said, "Inaugurare Fidelius Arcanus," and he watched as the bright spell more spilled forth than shot out from his wand to Draco.
Draco gasped, shuddering violently as the spell washed through him. The room spun and he swayed, falling forward a bit and catching himself on his hands.
Harry's eyes widened and he nearly dropped to his knees to Draco, but he held himself back, not knowing if it would be all right to touch him or not.
Draco took long deep breaths, trying to steady himself and fighting the urge to just curl into a ball on the floor. He knew there was one more step to this. Harry needed to recite the order they had come up with.
"I order you to never reveal this secret to anyone who I would not want to know it," Harry said. His voice shook as he said the words, his body beginning to tremble too as he looked down at Draco.
Draco felt the compulsion settle in over his mind and he sighed in relief, knowing that meant he could never betray the secret and that the ceremony was complete. He allowed himself to collapse forward, still kneeling but with his face pressed to the floor.
Harry finally dropped to his knees in front of Draco and pulled his head into his lap, smoothing his hair back from his face.
Mrs Weasley, eyes wide with worry, rushed to get a cold, wet cloth and then handed it to Harry.
Harry took the cloth and dabbed at Draco's forehead, his hands still shaking slightly.
Hermione stepped forward, worried frown on her face. "Harry, he told me what to do if this happened," she said nervously.
Harry looked up at her. "What?" he asked, voice higher than normal.
She didn't meet his eyes, knowing that he would be angry that she and Draco hadn't warned him about this. "He said to put him in bed and let him sleep it off. That he might run a fever and have other symptoms like that," she rushed to explain.
Harry's face turned hard with anger. "Why didn't you tell me?" he said, growling slightly.
Hermione swallowed, but she looked like she would stand her ground. "Because we both knew that you wouldn't have let him do it," she said.
Harry just continued to glare for a few seconds. He finally looked away and picked up his wand again, lightening Draco like Hermione had when Harry had carried him into Grimmauld Place. He picked him up and put him gently over his shoulder before looking at Hermione again and then leaving the room completely, heading upstairs to put Draco in bed.
He removed Draco's clothes and covered him up and stood staring down at him, still shaking. If something worse happened to Draco, if he didn't simply wake up later, Harry didn't know what he would do.
Chapter Title: The Weight of Memory
Words: 4021 Words
Draco was frowning, making more notes. It was going to be a very complicated spell. He wasn't even looking up when Harry came in.
"Hey," Harry said a bit breathlessly. "Hermione just told me you guys think you've found a way to change the Secret Keeper."
Draco looked up, startled, and then smiled at Harry. He looked a little odd with an ink stain on his lip. "We think so," he said carefully.
Harry smiled. "What did you guys come up with?" he asked, coming to sit beside Draco and wipe at his lip with his thumb.
Draco turned his head up, enjoying Harry's touch and shoving a pile of books over so that the other man could sit with him. Distracted again, Draco opened his mouth, licking at Harry's thumb.
Harry raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Going to tell me?" he asked, watching Draco lick him.
Draco sucked Harry's thumb into his mouth, barely registering his words.
Harry smirked. "Is my very presence enough to turn you on?" he asked, voice low.
"Mmhmm," Draco said, eyes closing as he sucked on Harry's thumb, imagining other parts he would like to suck on. He had spent too many hours reading old books and was glad for the change in attention.
"Well, we certainly can't do anything in here," Harry said, beginning to thrust his thumb slowly in and out of Draco's mouth. He knew he should probably focus on what Draco had found out, but that part of his brain wasn't working right anymore.
Draco reached out, grabbing Harry with his hand. He concentrated and Apparated them to their room, landing in the middle of the floor.
Harry smirked and slowly moved his head forward to kiss Draco teasingly, letting his tongue out just enough to lick at his lips but not slip in his mouth.
Draco began to tremble again, not letting go of Harry. Instead he pulled him closer, his own tongue snaking out to meet Harry's.
Harry let his tongue play with Draco's on the outside of their mouths. He licked along it, loving it as the wet muscles slid together, teasing and touching.
Draco's tongue continued to caress his lover's. His eyes were closed and he was panting, his hand grasping Harry's shirt and pulling him closer. Once again, Harry had completely undone any self-control he had. Was there anything he wouldn't do for this man? No, he realised, nothing.
The slow kiss was very erotic to Harry. It was amazing how he had done almost everything to Draco, and yet just a slow, sexy kiss could be like this. He sighed through his nose and finally pressed forward more to kiss Draco fully, slipping his tongue into his mouth now.
Groaning, Draco opened his mouth in complete surrender. He felt like he opened his soul at moments like this, feeling Harry slip inside him and take possession.
It had been a while since Harry and Draco had simply kissed like this. Harry brought his hands up to slide one along Draco's jaw and caress his cheek with his thumb. He slid his other arm around Draco's neck and shoulders to hold him closer.
The kiss was so tender and hot, Draco felt like he was melting. He allowed himself to be directed by Harry, feeling the tension of hours of hard work slip away from him as the other man took over.
Harry moved slowly and moaned very quietly, sliding their lips together gently. He gripped Draco's shirt, wanting to pull him into him, wanting him as close as he could have him.
Draco had been holding his body upright with his construct hand. Now he allowed that hand to slide, bringing the two of them the rest of the way to the floor and Harry on top of him.
Harry continued to kiss Draco, brushing his fingers through his silky hair and pushing himself down against his warm body.
The feeling of Harry pressing into him, touching him, filled Draco. Harry's heat drew him and made him feel whole.
Harry sighed again. "I want to make love to you," he whispered, and then he kissed Draco again, still brushing his fingers through his hair.
Mouth full of Harry's, Draco replied in the best way he knew how: he arched into him and hummed, "Mmhmm."
Harry smiled gently. "Let's get on the bed," he whispered, not really wanting to move from Draco, but wanting to be comfortable with him.
Draco looked up at him and nodded, licking his lips that still tasted of his lover. He waited for Harry to move, content to lie under him until he was ready.
Harry sighed and kissed Draco one last time before pushing himself up and getting to his feet. He stood on one side of the bed, calmly beginning to remove his clothes.
Draco lay on the floor looking up at Harry, watching him strip. It took him a minute to register that he should move as well. He rolled over and got to his feet, a bit dizzy and very turned on. He smiled at Harry as he began to disrobe as well.
Harry smiled and watched Draco as he took the rest of his own clothes off. He got onto the bed and laid back amongst the pillows, still watching Draco and smiling gently.
Naked, aroused and very pleased with the look on Harry's face, Draco stood beside the bed with his hands on his hips and his head tilted to one side -- and waited.
"Come here, please," Harry said softly, opening his arms.
Draco raised an eyebrow, smiling. He did his best to climb into the bed with the most sensuous grace and knelt beside Harry, his cock thrusting up from his lap.
Harry reached forward and pulled Draco to him with hands around his waist. He brought him down to kiss him again, relaxed and ready for a long, slow fuck.
"Mmm," Draco murmured into his mouth, opening again to his tongue. The feeling of his cock pressed against Harry's stomach muscles made him shift needily.
Harry ran his hands across Draco's warm skin, exploring his mouth with his tongue again. He turned his head slightly for a second to Summon lube, and then it was back to Draco's mouth.
Draco let out a shuddering breath, releasing himself to Harry's tongue and hands.
Harry unscrewed the lid of the jar blindly, still kissing Draco. He slicked his fingers and then slid them slowly down the crack of Draco's arse, moving them gently in circles around his entrance.
Sucking in a breath, Draco shivered as fingers stroked his opening. He moaned his approval into Harry's mouth, rubbing his cock against Harry's stomach.
Harry smiled and slipped one wet finger inside of Draco and felt him rubbing his cock against him. He made sure to try and rub up against Draco as he began stretching him out.
Draco panted, his eyes closed as he focused on the sensation of Harry pressing inside him and opening him like this.
Harry added another finger, pushing them in and out slowly a few times before pressing them to Draco's prostate, wanting to watch Draco's face.
Draco sucked in a breath, his eyes popping open and his head coming up suddenly as Harry found that spot inside him.
Harry watched Draco in wonder as he stroked him inside, playing him like a beautiful instrument. He ran his left hand up Draco's back again, loving the feel of so much smooth skin. Draco looked almost pretty right then, his lips full and red from their kissing and his soft hair falling around his face.
Draco's eyes slid half closed, soaking up the feeling of Harry touching him inside and out. His cock pulsed in time with Harry's strokes inside him.
Harry had to kiss Draco again. He captured his lips with his own and continued the movement of his fingers. After a few minutes he finally pulled his mouth away and reluctantly withdrew his fingers. He reached down sort of awkwardly to coat his erection and then gripped Draco's hips lightly. "Let's do it like this," he whispered, still on his back against the pillows.
Draco whimpered when Harry withdrew his fingers but quickly nodded when Harry spoke. The blond rose up on his knees, sitting up a bit and bracing himself on Harry's chest. He slid his arse back until he could feel the press of Harry's cock against his entrance. He shuddered at the sensation and pushed himself down on it.
Harry's eyes slid closed and he shuddered. "I love you," he whispered, his hand trailing up Draco's skin again and the other coming up to hold the back of his head gently.
Draco slid down until he rested tight against Harry's body, his cock buried inside him and the other wizard's magic flowing up that connection. He leaned forward into Harry's hold and sat, breathing deeply for a minute. "Yours," he managed at last, opening his eyes to look at Harry.
Harry was still for a few seconds, but then he opened his eyes again and met Draco's. He shuddered again, feeling tingles up his spine.
Draco still didn't move, looking down into those darkened green eyes. "Harry Potter, I love you," he said with such deep warmth it felt flushed. "I would hold you inside me, keeping you safe and warm." He squeezed his muscles around Harry's body, inside and out, to emphasise his words.
Harry let out one gasping breath, still staring into Draco's eyes. He knew Draco was telling the truth, and he did feel safe and warm. There was nothing in the entire world that felt safer to him than Draco Malfoy.
Draco rested his construct hand on the bed next to Harry's shoulder and then grasped the other man's shoulder with his fingers. He smiled then and began to move, rocking gently forward and back, slowly at first.
Harry let out another gasp and let Draco move freely. He had to fight to keep his eyes open, but he didn't want to close them.
Draco's smile grew as he rocked, slowly fucking his lover and watching his face as he did so. It reminded him of that first time back in the Room of Requirement.
"Mmmm," Harry hummed, his eyes nearly closing again. "I love you so much," he whispered, slightly whimpering as a strong tingle made its way through his body. He thrust up a little bit, unable to keep still anymore.
Draco leaned forward more, running his hand up Harry's shoulder and into the hair at the back of his head, holding tight. He began to rock faster, encouraging Harry's thrusts.
Harry gasped and thrust up harder, beginning to sweat. His fingers dug into the skin of Draco's back slightly as he pushed his hips up.
Sweat ran down Draco's face and body as he rocked faster, working his muscles hard to keep a smooth rhythm. The feel of Harry's cock sliding in and out of him was sending shocks up his spine and each movement forward rubbed his own cock against Harry's belly.
"Yes, Draco," Harry gasped, throwing his head back and clutching at Draco's skin. "Merlin, yes." He was panting now as they picked up the pace, lust and love and feeling clouding his vision and nearly disabling his brain.
Harry's magic crackled over his skin now, making it tingle, and Draco could swear it made even his hair stand on end. He knew the man was getting close and that when Harry came, so would he. Draco's body was sliding on their combined sweat now as he rocked, and Harry's belly was already slick with Draco's pre-come.
Harry moaned, his throat exposed as he threw his head back. He finally allowed his eyes to slide closed and he gritted his teeth as he came with a strangled cry, letting out whimpering moans after the shout.
Draco hung on while Harry's body arched and his magic flared, his own orgasm a part of that whole. It was all he could do not to fall, his head spinning and his body spasming around Harry's. He was clutching Harry's hair so hard he was surprised he hadn't hurt him. Draco had been thrown upward at the end, but now he collapsed on top of Harry, trembling.
Harry hugged Draco to him, his eyes still closed. One arm was across Draco's shoulders, holding on to one of them, and his other was clutched in Draco's hair. His breathing was laboured.
Draco floated in a place of Harry's magic and love, the very real physical presence of the other man in him, under him and around him.
Harry was still breathing a bit heavily after a minute of lying there. He ran his hands idly over Draco's skin, smiling very softly, feeling Draco's heart beat and his chest rising and falling.
When he could breathe regularly again, Draco turned his head, nuzzling against Harry's neck and face. "I think with that kind of reward, I could solve any magical puzzle." He smirked.
Harry's lips quirked upwards and he let out an amused breath through his nose. "I like giving the reward," he said, tucking Draco's hair behind his ear.
Sliding up a bit, and gasping as he pulled off of Harry, Draco slid to his lover's right side and rested his head on his shoulder. "I need to talk with you about the spell," he said quietly.
Harry nodded. He scratched at his eye and then said, "Go ahead."
"You have to choose a new Secret Keeper for the Order, for your home," Draco said, his hand sliding over his lover's sticky chest and resting over his heart.
Harry thought for a moment. "I assumed it would be me," he said with a shrug.
"No, you are too valuable to the Order," Draco said quickly, "and the spell for changing the Keeper, well, it might be a bit ... disorienting for the new Keeper."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Well, who then?" he asked.
Draco pushed himself up a bit on his elbow, looking down at Harry and meeting his eyes. "The one person who can never betray you, never tell, no matter what they do," Draco said.
Harry stared. "You?" he asked, eyebrows pulled together.
Draco nodded. "I know the magic and, with the binding, we can make it so I can't tell anyone you don't want me to," he explained.
"What's this about being 'disoriented'?" Harry asked, still frowning slightly.
Draco sat up, kneeling beside Harry, and explained the basics of the spell to him. "So the only problem is that the new Keeper will have to deal with a lot of memories that they didn't originally have," he said.
"It wouldn't hurt you though, would it?" Harry asked warily. He never wanted Draco to get hurt if he could help it.
"No. It will probably be a bit confusing at first, but I am used to taking in a lot of information and quickly," Draco said with as much confidence in his voice as he could.
Harry stared at Draco for a few more seconds, but then sighed and nodded, knowing that it made a lot of sense to make Draco the secret keeper. "All right," he said. "It does make sense, because I can order you not to tell, even though I know you'd never tell anyway," he needed to add.
"Good," Draco said, not saying that he knew Death Eaters well enough that they would find a way to make anyone who had a choice tell. Everyone had their breaking point. But with the binding spell, Draco couldn't be forced to tell even then.
"I really hope this works," Harry said quietly, reaching up and playing with Draco's hair again. "I need to get started with the Horcruxes - badly."
"I agree," Draco said. "Let's go tell the others and get started on this."
***
Draco had bathed and dressed in his most traditional robes. He knew that Hermione and Harry would have everything organised and ready downstairs. He was slightly nervous. He had downplayed to Harry how difficult the magic might be to integrate. He knew that if Harry thought there was any risk at all, he would probably insist on being the Secret Keeper instead.
Draco and Hermione had spent a lot of time working on the specifics of the ritual. It had taken other members of the Order, like Remus and Tonks, a week to track down everyone else and retrieve the memories. The only people whose memories hadn't been collected were the ones now gathered downstairs. They would transfer them to the Pensieve at the beginning of the ceremony.
Draco made his way down the stairs and stood waiting outside the door to the kitchen. Hermione would come for him when they were ready.
Harry was slightly nervous, even though Draco had told him that there was no real risk.
Hermione looked around the room and then up at Harry. "Ready? Should I go and get him now?"
Harry waited a minute and then nodded, frowning.
She nodded too and made her way across the room and up the small staircase. "Draco?" she asked as she opened the door and looked around it.
Draco took a deep breath and held his head high, smiling as she called to him. He nodded and stepped into the kitchen which had been set up for the ritual. His hood was up and his head bowed as he followed her to the table at the centre of the room. The light of the memories in the Pensieve reflected in swirling patterns around the room. He smiled a bit at the memory of the last time he had seen the Pensieve and then his heart ached a bit, realising that had been the last time he had really spoken to the Headmaster before that night on the tower.
Harry watched Draco very seriously and everyone was completely still. Harry thought of the memory he had put into the Pensieve. He had thought about it for a while, running through the many times he had been with the old man. He'd finally settled on the fairly recent memory of Dumbledore coming to pick him up at the Dursleys' last year. He had chosen it because it had been the last time he had seen Dumbledore how Harry believed he truly was. Calm and in control of any situation, still funny and polite even when angry, and able to be firm when he needed to be. Harry had felt safe with him then, like he always had.
In the end, it had been decided that as owner of the house and as the Order's leader, it would be Harry who actually transferred the memories and cast the spell that activated the new Secret Keeper. Draco stood before him now, feeling the tingle of his magic even with his eyes downcast.
"Who comes before us now, to take the mantle of Secret Keeper?" Harry recited the words. He looked at Draco as he said it, pushing the nervousness out of his body as best he could.
Draco allowed the dark hood to slide back off his head, revealing his startling blond hair. "I, Draco Malfoy, pledge myself to take on this burden and honour," he said clearly, his eyes focusing on Harry's. His heart sped up at the sight of his beloved and the power that was already rising in the room. His breath caught as Harry recited the next words.
"Do you take this of your own will and knowing the consequences?"
“Yes, I do," Draco said, and then knelt at Harry's feet, tipping his head back so that he could receive the memories from the Pensieve. Rather than going into the memories, as before, this time the memories would be placed directly into his own mind.
Harry stared down at Draco for a moment. He was so incredibly beautiful. He took a breath and began transferring the memories with his wand from the Pensieve to Draco's temple, watching as the silvery wisps were absorbed.
Draco closed his eyes, focusing inward as the memories collected in his mind. The memories of one man as seen through the minds of two dozen people. It was a lot to take in and Draco had begun to shiver before they were even halfway through.
Harry continued adding the memories, knowing that he couldn't stop, even when his nervousness returned because of the way Draco looked. He started thinking about his own memory of Dumbledore again and then, as he added another wisp, he found he couldn't recall it at all, and he wasn't even sure what he was trying to think of. Finally, the last memory was added, and Harry stood watching Draco.
Draco had broken out in a sweat and he was shuddering, waves of memories competing for space in his mind. Some of the memories went back to times before he was even born. He held himself up on his knees by sheer force of will, waiting for Harry to finish the spell.
Harry was frowning again now as he looked down at Draco. He raised his wand and hesitated before he said, "Inaugurare Fidelius Arcanus," and he watched as the bright spell more spilled forth than shot out from his wand to Draco.
Draco gasped, shuddering violently as the spell washed through him. The room spun and he swayed, falling forward a bit and catching himself on his hands.
Harry's eyes widened and he nearly dropped to his knees to Draco, but he held himself back, not knowing if it would be all right to touch him or not.
Draco took long deep breaths, trying to steady himself and fighting the urge to just curl into a ball on the floor. He knew there was one more step to this. Harry needed to recite the order they had come up with.
"I order you to never reveal this secret to anyone who I would not want to know it," Harry said. His voice shook as he said the words, his body beginning to tremble too as he looked down at Draco.
Draco felt the compulsion settle in over his mind and he sighed in relief, knowing that meant he could never betray the secret and that the ceremony was complete. He allowed himself to collapse forward, still kneeling but with his face pressed to the floor.
Harry finally dropped to his knees in front of Draco and pulled his head into his lap, smoothing his hair back from his face.
Mrs Weasley, eyes wide with worry, rushed to get a cold, wet cloth and then handed it to Harry.
Harry took the cloth and dabbed at Draco's forehead, his hands still shaking slightly.
Hermione stepped forward, worried frown on her face. "Harry, he told me what to do if this happened," she said nervously.
Harry looked up at her. "What?" he asked, voice higher than normal.
She didn't meet his eyes, knowing that he would be angry that she and Draco hadn't warned him about this. "He said to put him in bed and let him sleep it off. That he might run a fever and have other symptoms like that," she rushed to explain.
Harry's face turned hard with anger. "Why didn't you tell me?" he said, growling slightly.
Hermione swallowed, but she looked like she would stand her ground. "Because we both knew that you wouldn't have let him do it," she said.
Harry just continued to glare for a few seconds. He finally looked away and picked up his wand again, lightening Draco like Hermione had when Harry had carried him into Grimmauld Place. He picked him up and put him gently over his shoulder before looking at Hermione again and then leaving the room completely, heading upstairs to put Draco in bed.
He removed Draco's clothes and covered him up and stood staring down at him, still shaking. If something worse happened to Draco, if he didn't simply wake up later, Harry didn't know what he would do.