Harry Potter and The Secret Keeper (BP2)
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Army of Lovers
Chapter Number/Total: 28/44
Chapter Title: Army of Lovers
Words: 4038 Words
You really couldn't call them nightmares if they were memories, could you? Draco felt lost at sea in memories not his own, living and reliving other people's recollections of Albus Dumbledore. He tossed and turned and called out in his "sleep", but it didn't stop them. Finally, somewhere in the night, he stopped dreaming or remembering. When he became aware again, sunlight was filtering through his closed eyes.
Harry was sitting in a chair by the bed. His eyes itched with sleepiness, but he wouldn't close them. He had watched Draco all night, watched him call out, watched him toss around, and he was scared as all hell. Hermione had tried to assure him that everything would be all right, but Harry couldn't take her word for it.
Draco opened his eyes, blinking a few times to focus them. He felt sore and weak, but his head didn't hurt anymore. He could feel Harry's presence before he turned toward him. "Hi," he rasped with a dry throat.
Harry gasped and was on his feet in half a second and at Draco's side. "Oh, Merlin," he said, voice high like it had been the previous night. He kissed Draco's lips a dozen times. "I was so scared," he whispered.
Draco smiled weakly. "Water?" he suggested to his excited lover.
Harry nodded and flew out of the room and down the stairs to get a glass. He ignored the screams of Mrs Black and the strange stares he got from everyone in the kitchen. He ran back up the stairs and then breathlessly conjured water and handed the glass over to Draco, panting.
Draco snorted, his eyebrows raised at Harry's antics. He tried to sit up but found he was still a bit weak, so he rolled to his side to take the glass.
Harry frowned down at Draco as he drank his water. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked quietly.
Draco drained the glass and then grimaced, lying back again and looking up at Harry.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry repeated, trying to sound not angry.
Draco huffed. "You know why."
Harry's eyebrows pulled together. "You terrified me," he said. "Stupid Slytherin. I hate that you're able to hide things from me."
"Spell worked though," Draco said. "I can feel it."
"It had better have worked," Harry said. "I lost a whole night's sleep watching you."
"So are you going to stand there then, or climb in bed with me?" Draco asked, stretching.
Harry sighed. He climbed onto the bed and over Draco and flopped down next to him. "You looked like you were having nightmares last night," he said, turning on his side to face Draco.
"Memories of Dumbledore," Draco said. "From twenty-four people."
Harry nodded. "Can you - I mean - can you feel Dumbledore?" he asked. "Can you remember all of the memories everyone else gave up?"
Draco took a deep breath and nodded, letting it out slowly. "It's ... confusing." He frowned. "They feel like they are my memories, but I know they can't be. Some of them happened before I was born."
Harry nodded again. "That's a lot to take in," he said quietly, running a hand through Draco's hair. He found he liked doing it even more now that it was longer.
"Mmmm." Draco relaxed into Harry's touch, letting go of his thoughts about Dumbledore. He closed his eyes and shifted closer to Harry.
Harry smiled, scooting down so that he could pull Draco's face to his own and kiss him. "I'd die without you," he said quietly against Draco's lips.
Draco kissed Harry, but then shook his head. "You promised not to."
Harry sighed through his nose. "I'd die on the inside, then," he said sort of seriously, stroking the side of Draco’s face.
"I am here and I am yours," Draco said, then smiled. "And I hold your secrets safe with me."
Harry smiled too. "You hold everything of me," he said, touching his lips to Draco's again, gently.
"As much as I can get," Draco teased, his hand running down Harry's clothed body. "Why am I naked and you dressed?"
Harry snorted. "Perhaps you should remedy that," he said.
Draco raised his eyebrows. "Going to make me work now, are you?" He reached back and pulled Harry's shirt out of his pants, running his fingers up his back under the cloth.
Harry smirked. "I'm the one that didn't get any sleep," he said, a nice thrill going down his spine as Draco made contact with his skin.
"Git." Draco huffed as he tried again to sit up but didn't manage it. "What time is it?" he asked, frowning.
"Around noon, perhaps a bit later," Harry said. "Maybe you shouldn't be thinking of shagging while you can't even sit up," he added.
Draco sighed, laying back and looking up at him. "Maybe you should be shagging me before I pass out again," he said quietly.
"Oh, that's right," said Harry, frowning. "Are you starting to feel that way?"
Draco nodded, and then smirked. "And I always want you when I wake up, or am awake, or am going to bed, or, well, just about all bloody time."
Harry laughed again. "Ditto," he said and then yawned. "Can we do it on our sides? I'm bloody tired as hell."
"Sounds lovely," Draco said, yawning again but feeling his cock twitch at the suggestion.
Harry smiled and held his hand out to Summon the lubricant. He shed his clothes and scooted under the covers with Draco, grabbing his waist and pulling him close.
Draco sighed as Harry pressed against his back. He bent one leg up, giving Harry better access.
Harry slicked his fingers quickly and then pressed them inside Draco, kissing his shoulder as he did.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, bending his knee nearly to his chest and opening himself to Harry's touch.
Harry licked Draco's shoulder now as he withdrew his fingers and coated his cock. He grasped it and pressed forward, entering Draco slowly with a quiet moan.
Harry's cock pressed forward, filling Draco in a way that made his entire body shudder, even as magic hummed along his nerves. Harry was tired, and his magic was slow and gentle, too. It was like a warm breeze on cool skin that still makes you shiver.
Harry thrust gently, rocking. His eyes fell closed and he felt very warm and comfortable pressed against Draco's back like he was. "This feels good," he said, sighing.
"S'good," Draco echoed, finding the rocking to be as soothing as it was erotic.
Harry sighed again and moved closer to Draco, still moving his hips. "Kiss me, please," he whispered.
Draco smiled happily, turning his head to kiss Harry, delight shining in his half-closed grey eyes.
Harry kissed Draco slowly, slipping his tongue into his mouth almost playfully. He snaked his arm down between Draco's legs and grasped his cock, stroking it with his rocking thrusts.
Draco had been only half-hard, lost in the sensation of Harry but nowhere near an orgasm. Harry's tongue made him shudder and his hand made him moan, rocking back into the other man.
Harry sucked on Draco's tongue and worked him to full hardness. He wanted Draco to be as happy and sated as he knew he himself was going to be.
Draco now braced himself with his upper leg and arm, pushing back against Harry and groaning into the other man's mouth. It was amazing what Harry could do to him. The magic, too, had shifted and was crackling up his spine as he arched into Harry.
Harry thrust harder, even though he couldn't go very deep in this position. "Mmm, yes," he groaned quietly, pumping Draco's cock.
"Yes," Draco gasped as the shift brought Harry's cock brushing his prostrate. White light exploded behind his eyes, and a few thrusts later, he was crying out as he came.
Harry shuddered as Draco clenched around him and he thrust a bit more, coming a minute later. He sighed out his orgasm, his eyes falling shut again and then he wrapped his arms around Draco's middle and hugged him tightly.
"Perfect," Draco said with a sigh, still shuddering a bit as Harry moved against him.
Harry smiled and kissed Draco's shoulder again. "Very," he said, and then he yawned.
Draco felt Harry relaxing against him. He chuckled, and whispered, "I'm hungry."
Harry laughed. "You've got to be kidding me," he said, smiling big. "It never fails. If we have sex during the day, you have to eat afterwards."
"Git," Draco teased. "I haven't eaten since yesterday."
Harry yawned again. "Do you want me to get up with you?" he asked, even though he knew he probably would get up. He hated not being with Draco.
"This moment being the exception," Draco snorted, "we are not joined at the hip. I think I can go to the kitchen without you."
Harry rolled his eyes but was still smiling. He yawned again. "Fine, but I know I won't sleep long without you," he said, closing his eyes.
Draco detached himself from his lover and did a Cleaning Spell. It amazed him how much better he felt now. "I will just eat and come back to lay with you," he soothed Harry, petting his hair before leaving.
Draco put his robe on and ran a comb through his hair, heading first to the bathroom and then to the kitchen. He just wanted to grab something and get back to Harry.
Hermione and Ron were both in the kitchen. Hermione had been looking worriedly at the clock all day.
“I don't think we were wrong, Ron, but what if we were? What if something awful happens to Draco?" she asked, voice high.
"He'll be fine," said Ron soothingly, laying a hand over Hermione's.
"But, oh my goodness, what if he's not? How will I ever look Harry in the eye again?"
"I'm sure he'll be okay," Ron said, and he suddenly looked up over Hermione's shoulder. He shook his head.
"See," he said, nodding for Hermione to turn around.
She did. "Draco!" she cried happily and got hurriedly to her feet and clutched his arm. "I was so worried that something had gone wrong!"
Draco huffed, a little startled by her touch. "I told you it would work," he said nonchalantly, shrugging. "I am starving. Is there any food left or has the red menace eaten it all?" he quipped, indicating Ron.
Ron was grinning and then narrowed his eyes slightly at Draco's comment.
"There's still some food," Hermione said. "Are you feeling okay? Did everything go all right?"
Draco smirked a bit, both at Ron's reaction and her question. "Oh, Harry took good care of me and I am feeling just fine now," he purred, gliding into the kitchen and starting to make tea.
Ron's ears turned red, but Hermione wasn't fazed. "Good," she said with a sigh. "Is he okay now? Is he still angry with me?"
"He's sleeping now," Draco said, bringing his cup of tea and plate of left-overs to the table. "I think he will be a bit annoyed at us both for a bit, but he understands why it was important."
Hermione sighed. "I suppose I expected that, but we have it done now at least. And the secret's safe. Now we can all leave here without having to worry about anything."
"Which we should be doing soon, mind you," said Ron.
"I officially tell you then, this place is 12 Grimmauld Place," Draco said between sips of tea.
Hermione and Ron both nodded and were silent, thinking about what they had to do next. There was nothing stopping them now.
"I will have to pass the secret on to the other Order members, as well," Draco said. "But at least this way, Snape no longer has the address either."
Ron and Hermione both let out sighs of relief. "That's good," said Hermione.
"Or that thief, Mundungus," Draco added, thinking about the locket.
"I don't have any idea why he was inducted in the first place," said Hermione.
"His connections to all the shady dealers is why," said Ron.
Draco regarded the two for a minute, mentally sorting through his new memories and finding the ones they had given up. The time turner incident was one of his favourites, and it helped fill in some of his own recollections from that time. He smirked at the two of them, realising how much more he probably didn't know about them.
Ron raised an eyebrow as he looked at Draco.
Hermione just stared. "What?" she asked.
Draco looked up, a genuine smile on his face. "You two take care of him," he said. "I appreciate that."
Hermione smiled. "It's what we've been doing for six years now," she said.
Ron nodded. "And we'll do it for a hundred more."
"Good," Draco said, his face suddenly serious again. "I wanted to talk to you two about that."
Hermione frowned slightly and Ron leaned forward on the table. "Shoot," he said.
Draco looked off over their shoulders for a minute, collecting himself. "Do you know what ... the Dark Lord ... does to those he considers traitors?" he asked in a voice so low it was almost a whisper.
Hermione, eyes wide, shook her head no.
Ron swallowed, looking at Draco seriously.
"Well, it's ... ugly, to say the least," Draco said, still lot looking directly at them. "And I am now a traitor. I don't want to worry Harry about that, but you two need to know, in case."
"What could we do if Voldemort ... captured you or something?” Hermione asked. “Ron would have to physically pin Harry to keep him from going after you, I know he would."
Ron nodded, still very serious. "He's crazy about you," he said. "Literally."
Draco frowned deeper. "I don't know what you can do about it," he said, sighing, "but it is pretty obvious that I am a way to hurt him and they wouldn't waste a chance to set a trap for him. Don't let him go off without thinking."
Ron took a large breath. "We won't," he said. "But, Malfoy, just - don't get captured."
Draco snorted, "Certainly not something I plan on doing." He finished his tea. "So we begin the hunt tomorrow?"
"I suppose," said Hermione. "We have to talk to Harry obviously, but going to talk to that barman should be done as soon as possible."
Draco stood up, clearing away his dishes. He nodded at the two of them and headed back upstairs.
Harry had fallen asleep, despite Draco being gone, and was snoring very quietly, snuggled up with Draco's pillow.
Draco dropped his robe and stood staring down at his lover. He knew of nothing more beautiful. Carefully, so as not to wake him, Draco slipped in beside him.
Harry shifted around a bit, but was too sleepy to actually wake up. He moved unconsciously towards Draco's warmth and curled around him.
Draco smiled, pushing the pillow up and taking it's place beside Harry.
Harry slept for almost two hours. When he finally woke up, he knew that Draco was in bed with him. He slowly opened his eyes to a eye-full of the blond hair he loved so much.
Draco was reading, and he could feel the change in Harry when he woke up. He pretended not to notice, keeping his eyes on the book.
Harry smiled at Draco and yawned. "Hey," he said thickly, scooting closer to place a kiss close to Draco's ear.
Draco smirked, rubbing back against Harry. He closed the book, set it down, and turned to look over his shoulder.
Harry yawned again before stretching his legs. "How long have I been out?" he asked.
Draco rolled onto his back to see him better. "Only a couple of hours. You should sleep more."
"Eh, I'll sleep tonight," Harry said, still stretching. "What are you reading?"
Draco held up the book for Harry to see.
Harry couldn't make out a single word on the title. He snorted. "Oh," he said.
"Plato," Draco answered, shaking his head and setting the book down again.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "How can you read that willingly? It'd bore me to death."
"You would be bored with a discussion of the joys of one man loving another?" Draco smirked, raising an eyebrow.
Harry snorted again. "Is that what's in there?" he asked. He kissed Draco on the cheek. "Definitely not bored with that."
"Yes, Plato says that it is the love of another equal that should inspire men, not wealth or power," Draco answered, turning to kiss Harry's lips.
Harry kissed Draco gently. "Too bad Voldemort doesn't see it that way," he said.
Draco winced but nodded.
Harry sighed. "Speaking of," he said, "now that you're the new Secret Keeper, we can leave. We should probably go and see if we can get any information about that locket. When do you think we should go?"
"Tomorrow," Draco answered.
Harry nodded. "Yes, tomorrow sounds good." He sat up. "What did I do with those journals?" he thought aloud.
"They are in the stack of books on the writing table," Draco said, pointing across the room.
Harry Summoned them and sent some of the other books falling to the floor. He sat back again and opened one up. It was Sirius's. He was about to put it down and grab the other one, but he then he shrugged and flipped a few pages. He hadn't really read a lot of it yet.
Draco scowled when the books fell. "Lazy arse," he drawled.
Harry snorted at Draco, but then began reading. Sirius hadn't filled his journal up nearly as much as his brother had. But then again, Sirius had been in Gryffindor, and Regulus in Slytherin; Harry was surprised there was anything written at all.
Most of the entries were either made while he'd been very angry at one thing or another, or very happy. Harry read a few snippets about his own father and his father's parents, a few insignificant things about Lupin and, to his disgust, Wormtail. He flipped through more pages, until it seemed he landed somewhere in Sirius's fifth year. Almost every entry said something about "Moony." Soon, it changed to "Remus" and then, very near the end of fifth year, Harry actually read a very detailed sexual encounter the two had had. What Draco had said before about Sirius and Remus being together was obviously very true. He read parts of the entries out loud to Draco and read him the entire one about the sex. It was a bit strange to read that.
Draco's eyes widened, his face flushing as Harry read to him from the journal. He was still naked and in the bed. He felt his own desire rising as he listened and watched Harry.
Harry let out a slightly shaky breath after he'd finished reading. "I feel like a pervert after reading that," he said, looking up at Draco.
Draco grinned, an eyebrow raised. Under the sheet, he was already playing with his own cock. "You are a pervert, Harry," Draco reminded him.
Harry snorted. "It almost reminds me of us," he said after a few seconds of trying to compose himself. "Well, besides the fact that they never hated each other."
Draco nodded, his own fingers wrapped around his erection and pulling gently. He wondered how long it would take Harry to realise what he was doing.
Harry looked down at the open book again and then closed it, setting it aside. "Is it wrong that I'm turned on after reading something about my Godfather and the man downstairs?" he asked.
"If so, then I am a very bad man," Draco said with a laugh, panting as he stroked himself faster.
Harry smirked and then noticed the movement under the sheets. "What are you doing under there?" he asked, eyebrow raised.
Draco grinned, waggling his eyebrows at Harry, but didn't stop.
"Are you tossing off?" Harry asked, voice suddenly gone deeper. He moved closer to Draco and clutched at the sheets, prepared to pull them away.
Getting "caught" by Harry was making him even hotter, and Draco flushed brighter, a grin his only answer.
Harry grinned too and pulled the sheets back, his breath catching as he saw that tossing off was exactly what Draco was doing. His eyes went darker as they focused in on Draco's quickly-moving hand.
Draco watched Harry through half-closed eyes, getting closer as he slid his hand up and down his slick cock.
Harry's breath came quicker as he watched Draco. His own cock standing at attention. He swallowed and then bit his lip, trying to keep from touching the man before him.
Draco was getting closer, Harry's green eyes looking at him hungrily and his teeth biting that full lip. Then he saw how hard Harry was. It pushed him right over the edge. He came, arching up and shooting all over himself.
Harry gasped as Draco came, his own body feeling weak. "Holy shit," he said quietly. "You're so fucking hot."
Draco lay panting and smiling at Harry. "Anything you want?" he purred.
"Anything you want to give me," Harry said, still a bit breathless as his eyes roamed over the mess on Draco's stomach.
The blond grinned at him, rubbing his hand in the come on his chest and then reaching for Harry's cock. He wrapped wet fingers around Harry and began to stroke him.
"Mmm," Harry moaned, moving his hips with minute-thrusts. He watched Draco's hand on his cock, his slick fingers working their magic.
"You are such a pervert," Draco purred. "You loved reading that to me." He slid his fingers up and down, stroking the head of Harry's cock with his thumb.
Harry moaned again. How did Draco always know the exact things to say to him? He met Draco's eyes, breathing heavily.
"You loved the image of Remus fucking Sirius in the arse," Draco continued. "Of them sucking each other off in that shack in Hogsmeade."
"Oh, fuck," Harry let out, his face and neck colouring as he threw his head back. He could feel himself getting close, waves of pleasure flowing through him as those images filled his mind again.
"So, Harry? Do you wonder? On the full moon, did the wolf fuck your godfather? And was he in his Animagus form or human?" Draco whispered, adding a twist to his hand as he sped up.
Harry's eyes shot open and widened and he had no idea why, but those words made him come. "Oh fucking hell," he moaned as he made a mess of himself like Draco had.
Draco laughed wickedly as Harry shot come over both of them. He lay on his back, sticky and laughing. "Oh, my, you really are," he gasped.
Harry closed his eyes again, his head still thrown back against the pillows. "That is the weirdest thing you have ever said," he said quietly.
Draco continued to laugh. "Hey, he was my mum's cousin," he explained, "and don't tell me it didn't occur to that warped brain of yours."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "That is just the most messed up image in the world," he said with a laugh. "There is something seriously wrong with me. Not that I get off on dogs fucking. Ew. I don't know, something about that was just ... I don't know."
Draco laughed, rolling over quickly atop his lover, straddling his wet stomach. He braced himself on the bed with the construct and brought his mouth down over Harry's, his right hand in his hair.
Harry smiled and opened his mouth for Draco, entwining their tongues. He grasped Draco's sides lightly with his hands.
Draco slid his tongue against Harry's, his lips pressing into his and his breath mingling with his lovers. He always felt intoxicated just from kissing Harry. He finally allowed himself to pull back and look into Harry's face.
Harry stared up at Draco and snorted. "Well, at least I know you'll love me no matter what," he said, laughing.
"Definitely." Draco smirked, his eyes misty with emotion.
Chapter Title: Army of Lovers
Words: 4038 Words
You really couldn't call them nightmares if they were memories, could you? Draco felt lost at sea in memories not his own, living and reliving other people's recollections of Albus Dumbledore. He tossed and turned and called out in his "sleep", but it didn't stop them. Finally, somewhere in the night, he stopped dreaming or remembering. When he became aware again, sunlight was filtering through his closed eyes.
Harry was sitting in a chair by the bed. His eyes itched with sleepiness, but he wouldn't close them. He had watched Draco all night, watched him call out, watched him toss around, and he was scared as all hell. Hermione had tried to assure him that everything would be all right, but Harry couldn't take her word for it.
Draco opened his eyes, blinking a few times to focus them. He felt sore and weak, but his head didn't hurt anymore. He could feel Harry's presence before he turned toward him. "Hi," he rasped with a dry throat.
Harry gasped and was on his feet in half a second and at Draco's side. "Oh, Merlin," he said, voice high like it had been the previous night. He kissed Draco's lips a dozen times. "I was so scared," he whispered.
Draco smiled weakly. "Water?" he suggested to his excited lover.
Harry nodded and flew out of the room and down the stairs to get a glass. He ignored the screams of Mrs Black and the strange stares he got from everyone in the kitchen. He ran back up the stairs and then breathlessly conjured water and handed the glass over to Draco, panting.
Draco snorted, his eyebrows raised at Harry's antics. He tried to sit up but found he was still a bit weak, so he rolled to his side to take the glass.
Harry frowned down at Draco as he drank his water. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked quietly.
Draco drained the glass and then grimaced, lying back again and looking up at Harry.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry repeated, trying to sound not angry.
Draco huffed. "You know why."
Harry's eyebrows pulled together. "You terrified me," he said. "Stupid Slytherin. I hate that you're able to hide things from me."
"Spell worked though," Draco said. "I can feel it."
"It had better have worked," Harry said. "I lost a whole night's sleep watching you."
"So are you going to stand there then, or climb in bed with me?" Draco asked, stretching.
Harry sighed. He climbed onto the bed and over Draco and flopped down next to him. "You looked like you were having nightmares last night," he said, turning on his side to face Draco.
"Memories of Dumbledore," Draco said. "From twenty-four people."
Harry nodded. "Can you - I mean - can you feel Dumbledore?" he asked. "Can you remember all of the memories everyone else gave up?"
Draco took a deep breath and nodded, letting it out slowly. "It's ... confusing." He frowned. "They feel like they are my memories, but I know they can't be. Some of them happened before I was born."
Harry nodded again. "That's a lot to take in," he said quietly, running a hand through Draco's hair. He found he liked doing it even more now that it was longer.
"Mmmm." Draco relaxed into Harry's touch, letting go of his thoughts about Dumbledore. He closed his eyes and shifted closer to Harry.
Harry smiled, scooting down so that he could pull Draco's face to his own and kiss him. "I'd die without you," he said quietly against Draco's lips.
Draco kissed Harry, but then shook his head. "You promised not to."
Harry sighed through his nose. "I'd die on the inside, then," he said sort of seriously, stroking the side of Draco’s face.
"I am here and I am yours," Draco said, then smiled. "And I hold your secrets safe with me."
Harry smiled too. "You hold everything of me," he said, touching his lips to Draco's again, gently.
"As much as I can get," Draco teased, his hand running down Harry's clothed body. "Why am I naked and you dressed?"
Harry snorted. "Perhaps you should remedy that," he said.
Draco raised his eyebrows. "Going to make me work now, are you?" He reached back and pulled Harry's shirt out of his pants, running his fingers up his back under the cloth.
Harry smirked. "I'm the one that didn't get any sleep," he said, a nice thrill going down his spine as Draco made contact with his skin.
"Git." Draco huffed as he tried again to sit up but didn't manage it. "What time is it?" he asked, frowning.
"Around noon, perhaps a bit later," Harry said. "Maybe you shouldn't be thinking of shagging while you can't even sit up," he added.
Draco sighed, laying back and looking up at him. "Maybe you should be shagging me before I pass out again," he said quietly.
"Oh, that's right," said Harry, frowning. "Are you starting to feel that way?"
Draco nodded, and then smirked. "And I always want you when I wake up, or am awake, or am going to bed, or, well, just about all bloody time."
Harry laughed again. "Ditto," he said and then yawned. "Can we do it on our sides? I'm bloody tired as hell."
"Sounds lovely," Draco said, yawning again but feeling his cock twitch at the suggestion.
Harry smiled and held his hand out to Summon the lubricant. He shed his clothes and scooted under the covers with Draco, grabbing his waist and pulling him close.
Draco sighed as Harry pressed against his back. He bent one leg up, giving Harry better access.
Harry slicked his fingers quickly and then pressed them inside Draco, kissing his shoulder as he did.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, bending his knee nearly to his chest and opening himself to Harry's touch.
Harry licked Draco's shoulder now as he withdrew his fingers and coated his cock. He grasped it and pressed forward, entering Draco slowly with a quiet moan.
Harry's cock pressed forward, filling Draco in a way that made his entire body shudder, even as magic hummed along his nerves. Harry was tired, and his magic was slow and gentle, too. It was like a warm breeze on cool skin that still makes you shiver.
Harry thrust gently, rocking. His eyes fell closed and he felt very warm and comfortable pressed against Draco's back like he was. "This feels good," he said, sighing.
"S'good," Draco echoed, finding the rocking to be as soothing as it was erotic.
Harry sighed again and moved closer to Draco, still moving his hips. "Kiss me, please," he whispered.
Draco smiled happily, turning his head to kiss Harry, delight shining in his half-closed grey eyes.
Harry kissed Draco slowly, slipping his tongue into his mouth almost playfully. He snaked his arm down between Draco's legs and grasped his cock, stroking it with his rocking thrusts.
Draco had been only half-hard, lost in the sensation of Harry but nowhere near an orgasm. Harry's tongue made him shudder and his hand made him moan, rocking back into the other man.
Harry sucked on Draco's tongue and worked him to full hardness. He wanted Draco to be as happy and sated as he knew he himself was going to be.
Draco now braced himself with his upper leg and arm, pushing back against Harry and groaning into the other man's mouth. It was amazing what Harry could do to him. The magic, too, had shifted and was crackling up his spine as he arched into Harry.
Harry thrust harder, even though he couldn't go very deep in this position. "Mmm, yes," he groaned quietly, pumping Draco's cock.
"Yes," Draco gasped as the shift brought Harry's cock brushing his prostrate. White light exploded behind his eyes, and a few thrusts later, he was crying out as he came.
Harry shuddered as Draco clenched around him and he thrust a bit more, coming a minute later. He sighed out his orgasm, his eyes falling shut again and then he wrapped his arms around Draco's middle and hugged him tightly.
"Perfect," Draco said with a sigh, still shuddering a bit as Harry moved against him.
Harry smiled and kissed Draco's shoulder again. "Very," he said, and then he yawned.
Draco felt Harry relaxing against him. He chuckled, and whispered, "I'm hungry."
Harry laughed. "You've got to be kidding me," he said, smiling big. "It never fails. If we have sex during the day, you have to eat afterwards."
"Git," Draco teased. "I haven't eaten since yesterday."
Harry yawned again. "Do you want me to get up with you?" he asked, even though he knew he probably would get up. He hated not being with Draco.
"This moment being the exception," Draco snorted, "we are not joined at the hip. I think I can go to the kitchen without you."
Harry rolled his eyes but was still smiling. He yawned again. "Fine, but I know I won't sleep long without you," he said, closing his eyes.
Draco detached himself from his lover and did a Cleaning Spell. It amazed him how much better he felt now. "I will just eat and come back to lay with you," he soothed Harry, petting his hair before leaving.
Draco put his robe on and ran a comb through his hair, heading first to the bathroom and then to the kitchen. He just wanted to grab something and get back to Harry.
Hermione and Ron were both in the kitchen. Hermione had been looking worriedly at the clock all day.
“I don't think we were wrong, Ron, but what if we were? What if something awful happens to Draco?" she asked, voice high.
"He'll be fine," said Ron soothingly, laying a hand over Hermione's.
"But, oh my goodness, what if he's not? How will I ever look Harry in the eye again?"
"I'm sure he'll be okay," Ron said, and he suddenly looked up over Hermione's shoulder. He shook his head.
"See," he said, nodding for Hermione to turn around.
She did. "Draco!" she cried happily and got hurriedly to her feet and clutched his arm. "I was so worried that something had gone wrong!"
Draco huffed, a little startled by her touch. "I told you it would work," he said nonchalantly, shrugging. "I am starving. Is there any food left or has the red menace eaten it all?" he quipped, indicating Ron.
Ron was grinning and then narrowed his eyes slightly at Draco's comment.
"There's still some food," Hermione said. "Are you feeling okay? Did everything go all right?"
Draco smirked a bit, both at Ron's reaction and her question. "Oh, Harry took good care of me and I am feeling just fine now," he purred, gliding into the kitchen and starting to make tea.
Ron's ears turned red, but Hermione wasn't fazed. "Good," she said with a sigh. "Is he okay now? Is he still angry with me?"
"He's sleeping now," Draco said, bringing his cup of tea and plate of left-overs to the table. "I think he will be a bit annoyed at us both for a bit, but he understands why it was important."
Hermione sighed. "I suppose I expected that, but we have it done now at least. And the secret's safe. Now we can all leave here without having to worry about anything."
"Which we should be doing soon, mind you," said Ron.
"I officially tell you then, this place is 12 Grimmauld Place," Draco said between sips of tea.
Hermione and Ron both nodded and were silent, thinking about what they had to do next. There was nothing stopping them now.
"I will have to pass the secret on to the other Order members, as well," Draco said. "But at least this way, Snape no longer has the address either."
Ron and Hermione both let out sighs of relief. "That's good," said Hermione.
"Or that thief, Mundungus," Draco added, thinking about the locket.
"I don't have any idea why he was inducted in the first place," said Hermione.
"His connections to all the shady dealers is why," said Ron.
Draco regarded the two for a minute, mentally sorting through his new memories and finding the ones they had given up. The time turner incident was one of his favourites, and it helped fill in some of his own recollections from that time. He smirked at the two of them, realising how much more he probably didn't know about them.
Ron raised an eyebrow as he looked at Draco.
Hermione just stared. "What?" she asked.
Draco looked up, a genuine smile on his face. "You two take care of him," he said. "I appreciate that."
Hermione smiled. "It's what we've been doing for six years now," she said.
Ron nodded. "And we'll do it for a hundred more."
"Good," Draco said, his face suddenly serious again. "I wanted to talk to you two about that."
Hermione frowned slightly and Ron leaned forward on the table. "Shoot," he said.
Draco looked off over their shoulders for a minute, collecting himself. "Do you know what ... the Dark Lord ... does to those he considers traitors?" he asked in a voice so low it was almost a whisper.
Hermione, eyes wide, shook her head no.
Ron swallowed, looking at Draco seriously.
"Well, it's ... ugly, to say the least," Draco said, still lot looking directly at them. "And I am now a traitor. I don't want to worry Harry about that, but you two need to know, in case."
"What could we do if Voldemort ... captured you or something?” Hermione asked. “Ron would have to physically pin Harry to keep him from going after you, I know he would."
Ron nodded, still very serious. "He's crazy about you," he said. "Literally."
Draco frowned deeper. "I don't know what you can do about it," he said, sighing, "but it is pretty obvious that I am a way to hurt him and they wouldn't waste a chance to set a trap for him. Don't let him go off without thinking."
Ron took a large breath. "We won't," he said. "But, Malfoy, just - don't get captured."
Draco snorted, "Certainly not something I plan on doing." He finished his tea. "So we begin the hunt tomorrow?"
"I suppose," said Hermione. "We have to talk to Harry obviously, but going to talk to that barman should be done as soon as possible."
Draco stood up, clearing away his dishes. He nodded at the two of them and headed back upstairs.
Harry had fallen asleep, despite Draco being gone, and was snoring very quietly, snuggled up with Draco's pillow.
Draco dropped his robe and stood staring down at his lover. He knew of nothing more beautiful. Carefully, so as not to wake him, Draco slipped in beside him.
Harry shifted around a bit, but was too sleepy to actually wake up. He moved unconsciously towards Draco's warmth and curled around him.
Draco smiled, pushing the pillow up and taking it's place beside Harry.
Harry slept for almost two hours. When he finally woke up, he knew that Draco was in bed with him. He slowly opened his eyes to a eye-full of the blond hair he loved so much.
Draco was reading, and he could feel the change in Harry when he woke up. He pretended not to notice, keeping his eyes on the book.
Harry smiled at Draco and yawned. "Hey," he said thickly, scooting closer to place a kiss close to Draco's ear.
Draco smirked, rubbing back against Harry. He closed the book, set it down, and turned to look over his shoulder.
Harry yawned again before stretching his legs. "How long have I been out?" he asked.
Draco rolled onto his back to see him better. "Only a couple of hours. You should sleep more."
"Eh, I'll sleep tonight," Harry said, still stretching. "What are you reading?"
Draco held up the book for Harry to see.
Harry couldn't make out a single word on the title. He snorted. "Oh," he said.
"Plato," Draco answered, shaking his head and setting the book down again.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "How can you read that willingly? It'd bore me to death."
"You would be bored with a discussion of the joys of one man loving another?" Draco smirked, raising an eyebrow.
Harry snorted again. "Is that what's in there?" he asked. He kissed Draco on the cheek. "Definitely not bored with that."
"Yes, Plato says that it is the love of another equal that should inspire men, not wealth or power," Draco answered, turning to kiss Harry's lips.
Harry kissed Draco gently. "Too bad Voldemort doesn't see it that way," he said.
Draco winced but nodded.
Harry sighed. "Speaking of," he said, "now that you're the new Secret Keeper, we can leave. We should probably go and see if we can get any information about that locket. When do you think we should go?"
"Tomorrow," Draco answered.
Harry nodded. "Yes, tomorrow sounds good." He sat up. "What did I do with those journals?" he thought aloud.
"They are in the stack of books on the writing table," Draco said, pointing across the room.
Harry Summoned them and sent some of the other books falling to the floor. He sat back again and opened one up. It was Sirius's. He was about to put it down and grab the other one, but he then he shrugged and flipped a few pages. He hadn't really read a lot of it yet.
Draco scowled when the books fell. "Lazy arse," he drawled.
Harry snorted at Draco, but then began reading. Sirius hadn't filled his journal up nearly as much as his brother had. But then again, Sirius had been in Gryffindor, and Regulus in Slytherin; Harry was surprised there was anything written at all.
Most of the entries were either made while he'd been very angry at one thing or another, or very happy. Harry read a few snippets about his own father and his father's parents, a few insignificant things about Lupin and, to his disgust, Wormtail. He flipped through more pages, until it seemed he landed somewhere in Sirius's fifth year. Almost every entry said something about "Moony." Soon, it changed to "Remus" and then, very near the end of fifth year, Harry actually read a very detailed sexual encounter the two had had. What Draco had said before about Sirius and Remus being together was obviously very true. He read parts of the entries out loud to Draco and read him the entire one about the sex. It was a bit strange to read that.
Draco's eyes widened, his face flushing as Harry read to him from the journal. He was still naked and in the bed. He felt his own desire rising as he listened and watched Harry.
Harry let out a slightly shaky breath after he'd finished reading. "I feel like a pervert after reading that," he said, looking up at Draco.
Draco grinned, an eyebrow raised. Under the sheet, he was already playing with his own cock. "You are a pervert, Harry," Draco reminded him.
Harry snorted. "It almost reminds me of us," he said after a few seconds of trying to compose himself. "Well, besides the fact that they never hated each other."
Draco nodded, his own fingers wrapped around his erection and pulling gently. He wondered how long it would take Harry to realise what he was doing.
Harry looked down at the open book again and then closed it, setting it aside. "Is it wrong that I'm turned on after reading something about my Godfather and the man downstairs?" he asked.
"If so, then I am a very bad man," Draco said with a laugh, panting as he stroked himself faster.
Harry smirked and then noticed the movement under the sheets. "What are you doing under there?" he asked, eyebrow raised.
Draco grinned, waggling his eyebrows at Harry, but didn't stop.
"Are you tossing off?" Harry asked, voice suddenly gone deeper. He moved closer to Draco and clutched at the sheets, prepared to pull them away.
Getting "caught" by Harry was making him even hotter, and Draco flushed brighter, a grin his only answer.
Harry grinned too and pulled the sheets back, his breath catching as he saw that tossing off was exactly what Draco was doing. His eyes went darker as they focused in on Draco's quickly-moving hand.
Draco watched Harry through half-closed eyes, getting closer as he slid his hand up and down his slick cock.
Harry's breath came quicker as he watched Draco. His own cock standing at attention. He swallowed and then bit his lip, trying to keep from touching the man before him.
Draco was getting closer, Harry's green eyes looking at him hungrily and his teeth biting that full lip. Then he saw how hard Harry was. It pushed him right over the edge. He came, arching up and shooting all over himself.
Harry gasped as Draco came, his own body feeling weak. "Holy shit," he said quietly. "You're so fucking hot."
Draco lay panting and smiling at Harry. "Anything you want?" he purred.
"Anything you want to give me," Harry said, still a bit breathless as his eyes roamed over the mess on Draco's stomach.
The blond grinned at him, rubbing his hand in the come on his chest and then reaching for Harry's cock. He wrapped wet fingers around Harry and began to stroke him.
"Mmm," Harry moaned, moving his hips with minute-thrusts. He watched Draco's hand on his cock, his slick fingers working their magic.
"You are such a pervert," Draco purred. "You loved reading that to me." He slid his fingers up and down, stroking the head of Harry's cock with his thumb.
Harry moaned again. How did Draco always know the exact things to say to him? He met Draco's eyes, breathing heavily.
"You loved the image of Remus fucking Sirius in the arse," Draco continued. "Of them sucking each other off in that shack in Hogsmeade."
"Oh, fuck," Harry let out, his face and neck colouring as he threw his head back. He could feel himself getting close, waves of pleasure flowing through him as those images filled his mind again.
"So, Harry? Do you wonder? On the full moon, did the wolf fuck your godfather? And was he in his Animagus form or human?" Draco whispered, adding a twist to his hand as he sped up.
Harry's eyes shot open and widened and he had no idea why, but those words made him come. "Oh fucking hell," he moaned as he made a mess of himself like Draco had.
Draco laughed wickedly as Harry shot come over both of them. He lay on his back, sticky and laughing. "Oh, my, you really are," he gasped.
Harry closed his eyes again, his head still thrown back against the pillows. "That is the weirdest thing you have ever said," he said quietly.
Draco continued to laugh. "Hey, he was my mum's cousin," he explained, "and don't tell me it didn't occur to that warped brain of yours."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "That is just the most messed up image in the world," he said with a laugh. "There is something seriously wrong with me. Not that I get off on dogs fucking. Ew. I don't know, something about that was just ... I don't know."
Draco laughed, rolling over quickly atop his lover, straddling his wet stomach. He braced himself on the bed with the construct and brought his mouth down over Harry's, his right hand in his hair.
Harry smiled and opened his mouth for Draco, entwining their tongues. He grasped Draco's sides lightly with his hands.
Draco slid his tongue against Harry's, his lips pressing into his and his breath mingling with his lovers. He always felt intoxicated just from kissing Harry. He finally allowed himself to pull back and look into Harry's face.
Harry stared up at Draco and snorted. "Well, at least I know you'll love me no matter what," he said, laughing.
"Definitely." Draco smirked, his eyes misty with emotion.