Gone Awry

Gone Awry
Chapter 3 of 3


Grumbling at the unfairness of a world that wouldn’t let him have a full night’s sleep, Draco pulled the covers over his head and snuggled deeper into the bed.

“Harry,” he whined, “whatever the fuck it is you’re doing, would you please save it for after the sun has risen?” He rolled over, making sure to take most of the blankets with him. “Feels like you’re trying to bring the house down around our heads.”

Still grumbling under his breath, he closed his eyes and concentrated on thinking happy thoughts. He was so busy trying to fall back asleep, it took him a while to realize that not only had the shaking increased, but he hadn’t heard a word out of his lover.

“Harry, would you please--PLEASE--cut it the fuck out?”

Again, there was no answer. With an aggrieved sigh, Draco pulled the covers down until his face was free. “Harry?”

Looking around the room, he saw that it was empty. Swearing viciously, he shoved the blankets away and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

“As soon as I find that bloody Gryffindor, I’m going to teach him what it truly means to beg,” he growled, sliding his feet into his slippers and standing up just as the floor beneath him gave a particularly violent shake. “Fuck!” he gasped, his arms windmilling as he tried to regain his balance. “Damnit, Harry! What the hell are you doing?!”

He tried walking across the room and ended up ramming his knee into the wardrobe as the shaking grew worse. Cursing while hopping up and down on one leg, Draco decided enough was enough and apparated out of the house. He landed in a heap on the lawn, positive his pajamas were covered in grass stains.

“You’re going to pay for this, Potter,” he growled as he stood up, brushing the dirt off his legs. He took one step forward and stumbled as his knee threatened to give out from under him. He caught himself in time, but while his eyes were focused on the ground, he noticed flickers of green light in the grass. Following the sparks, his gaze moved in the direction of the house and he looked up to find himself staring in the face of. . . himself.

“Fuck!” Draco gasped, falling backwards onto the grass. It was him, all right, only he looked as if he’d been dead for a couple of weeks. His skin was gray and sunken, his eyes covered with a white film, his lips stretched across his mouth in a gruesome, mocking smile.

Draco’s eyes blazed with anger and he jumped back onto his feet. “YOU!”

The thing laughed at him, a silent laugh, but Draco heard it as loud as if it had been screaming directly into his ear.

“What have you done to Harry?!” he demanded, pushing the thing out of his way without waiting to see if he would get an answer. He limped across the lawn towards the house, trusting the green lights to lead him to his lover. He focused on the brightest spot, his eyes growing wide when he realized that brightness was coming from the missing wizard himself.

“Harry? Harry! Harry, stop! God damnit, Harry! You can’t destroy the house--I just got the downstairs arranged the way I like it!”

Draco grabbed onto his lover’s shoulder and yelped at the pain that shot up his arm, the light sending him flying.

Harry turned to face him, the glow around him pulsing even brighter. “There you are. I don’t have to tear the house apart after all. I can kill you right now.”

“Kill me? Harry, what are you--”

He screamed as the light shot out at him, pain flushing through his body.

“So you do feel,” Harry said darkly, gathering the light in his hands. “Good, because I’m going to make you hurt.”

“Oh no, you’re not,” Draco growled, throwing a ward around himself just in time to deflect another attack, but the power behind it left him straining. He couldn’t keep this up for very long--Harry was too strong. “I don’t know what the fuck’s gotten into you--actually, I do know--and I am not going to let it win!”

He pushed himself back onto his feet and grabbed Harry by the shoulders.

“Harry, stop it! Look at me! You know me! I am not that thing!”

“You killed him!” Harry shouted, throwing off Draco’s arms and grabbing him by the throat. “You killed him!”

It was then Draco saw the tears streaming down Harry’s face, the mindless sorrow in his eyes, and he knew what the creature had done to his love, what it had shown him. Only now, if he didn’t find some way to get free, Harry was going to make the creature’s vision come true.

Harry pushed him to the ground, squeezing as Draco struggled against him, but the enraged wizard had his fury to give him strength. Lights like fireworks appeared before his eyes and Draco tried desperately to think of some way out of this. He couldn’t apparate because he would just take Harry with him. No spells were going to have any affect on the wizard while he was surrounded by the green light. Draco did the only thing he could do.

His heart in his eyes, he reached up and placed a hand against Harry’s cheek. “I love you,” he mouthed, “and I forgive you.”

The grip on his throat faltered, the green light dimming just a little. Harry blinked, studying the man in front of him. “Draco?” he asked, his voice hesitant.

Draco attempted a smile and Harry gasped, throwing himself backwards away from his lover.

“Oh my god, what have I done?”

Draco coughed as the air returned to his lungs, taking deep breaths as the spots faded from his eyesight.

“You let go just in time,” he said, his voice rough from his tender throat.

“Draco. . . Draco!” Harry’s eyes widened with realization and he launched himself at his lover, covering him with kisses. “You’re alive! You’re not dead! It didn’t kill you!”

“No, but you might have,” Draco growled, forcing him off. “What the fuck did you think you were doing?”

“I thought that--I mean, I--”

“You were going to tear down our home over that?!” Draco rasped, flinging an arm out towards his corpse-like double, who was watching them with fiendish glee. “Never trust it, Harry! Don’t you know this by now?”

“But it was so real!” Harry said, staring at his arms, hating them for betraying him. “I was holding you and you were dead and you were gone and you had left me all alone--”

“Never, Harry!” Draco said, taking his lover’s face between his hands. “Never! I am never going to leave you! I love you, and we are going to be together for as long as we both live. Do you hear me?”

Their eyes locked onto each other, Harry let the truth of Draco’s words reach through him, clearing away the last of the confusion created by the creature.

“I hear you,” he said, nodding happily. “I love you. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault and I don’t blame you. If I thought you had died, I would have acted the same way,” Draco said, wrapping Harry in his arms, holding tight to the Gryffindor, afraid to let go. “But if you’ve done any structural damage to our house, I may kill you.”

Harry laughed, squeezing Draco hard. “It doesn’t matter. We’re not going back there until that thing is gone.”

“I agree. I’m not going to lose you again.”

“But I’m the one who lost you!” he protested and Draco drew back, looking Harry in the eyes.

“I saw you, Harry. You nearly lost control of your magic. I was barely able to bring you back the first time. I don’t know if I could do it a second time.”

“You’ll always bring me back, Draco,” he answered solemnly, and the Slytherin almost believed him, but enough doubt remained that the risk of staying was too great. It was time to get Harry to safety--to get them both to safety.

“Let’s go to Hogwarts,” he said, and Harry nodded in agreement as they both disappeared into thin air.

The corpse of Draco stared sightlessly at the spot where they had been, then shrugged and slowly sunk into the ground.



As Harry and Draco walked up the path towards the front gates, they were met by Dumbledore and Snape, both eager to see that their respective protégés were safe.

“My dear boy,” Dumbledore said, giving Harry a hug, “you have no idea how good it is to see you. We felt a surge of power coming from your direction, but we were blocked and couldn’t reach you.”

“And I wonder what the source of such reckless power could be,” Snape said, shooting a dark look at Harry as he placed his hands on Draco’s shoulders. “Though you appear to have survived the night--barely.”

“You’re also looking well,” Draco said with a smirk, knowing this was as close to a sign of affection he was going to get from his mentor. “But I won’t deny it’s good to be here.”

“Thank you for letting us stay,” Harry said, smiling at the Headmaster. “I don’t think I’d feel safe anywhere else, not with that. . . thing. . . out there.”

“We’ll get to the bottom of this, my boy, don’t you worry,” Dumbledore said, leading the party into the castle. “And hopefully in time for the housewarming gala in a couple of weeks. I’m looking forward to seeing what you’ve done with the place.”

“I just hope we don’t have to start over from scratch,” Draco said with a glare at Harry, who kept his eyes firmly on the castle.

“I’m sure the house is fine,” he grumbled. “Nothing we can’t fix.”

“Is there something you’d like to share?” Snape asked in a tone that suggested he already knew the answer to his question.

“Let’s go up to my office and have a cup of tea,” Dumbledore said before the couple could explain. “You can tell us everything that’s happened, and then we can start looking for a solution.”



Three hours later, Harry and Draco were finally free to seek out the room Dumbledore had arranged for them. The two fell into bed, barely scrounging up the energy for a goodnight kiss before falling asleep. They hadn’t accomplished much during their conversation with Dumbledore and Snape, but just being back between the walls of Hogwarts was enough to ease their minds and they slept deeper than they had in days. It was nearly noon by the time they woke, neither of them eager to leave the comfort of their bed.

“This is the first chance we’ve had to really relax since we moved,” Harry said sleepily from where he was draped over his lover’s body. “We don’t have to get up and do anything--no remodeling, no gardening, there’s no vicious thing lurking in the corner waiting to kill or seduce us. We can just stay here.”

“You know that’s not true,” Draco smiled gently, running his fingers through the dark hair. “As soon as his classes are over, Snape’s going to be in here expecting us to have spent the day in the library and wanting to know what we’ve discovered, and who knows what Dumbledore is doing, but I’m sure he’ll be barging in here soon enough.”

“Dumbledore doesn’t ‘barge’ anywhere,” Harry said, a smile quirking his lips at the image.

“But he meddles, and that’s close enough.”

“You know what we should be doing,” the Gryffindor said, his voice deceptively casual and trying to keep from smiling, Draco asked, “What’s that?”

“Taking advantage of our momentary privacy.”

“You mean the kind of privacy where the two of us are alone, and it’s actually the two of us for a change, and not just one of us with a creature in disguise?”

Harry looked up at him, green eyes sparkling. “That’s the kind.”

Draco heaved a dramatic sigh and turned his head, looking off into the distance. “Too bad I’m not in the mood.”

Harry’s thigh was conveniently resting close enough to Draco’s groin that he knew his lover’s words were complete bullshit, but he decided to play along anyway.

“That is too bad,” Harry said, pouting as he rolled over, preparing to get out of bed. “I’ve been aching to have you buried inside of me since yesterday. Just the thought is making me hard. Guess I’ll just have to take care of it myself.”

“Get back here, Potter,” Draco growled, grabbing Harry by the arm and dragging him onto the mattress. “You’re so full of shit.”

“You started it,” Harry chuckled as Draco straddled him, a sheet of silver-blond hair falling around them. His amusement quickly faded to awe as he stared up at his love, at the silver eyes glowing with passion, at the pale skin pinking with lust. He pressed a hand to Draco’s face, the young man arching into his touch, kissing the thumb that caressed his lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, voice hushed with adoration. “Every day, you leave me breathless.”

“And I so love stealing your breath away,” Draco murmured as he captured Harry’s mouth in a kiss while lowering himself onto the Gryffindor’s body. Hardness met throbbing hardness and they both gasped, rubbing against each other as they sought out the necessary friction.

“Fuck me, Draco,” Harry growled, wrapping his legs around Draco and nearly biting his tongue at the jolt that ran through him, at the jolt that always ran through him when he was covered by that smooth, pale skin.

“Eager little Gryffindor, aren’t you?” Draco said, drawling voice filled with amusement as gave a wriggle that made Harry moan.

“You going to make me beg for it?”

“I’m considering it.”

“I don’t know if I can handle begging right now, luv. I need you too much,” Harry said, and then gasped as the cold slickness of a lubrication spell covered him inside. He immediately wrapped a hand around Draco’s neck and drew him down for a kiss. “I love that you know when not to wait.”

“You’re not the only one in need,” Draco answered, reaching down between Harry’s legs to stretch his lover.

Harry bit his lip, eyes closing with pleasure as two fingers penetrated him, massaging and scissoring the muscles inside. He lifted his hips in a silent plea urging him to hurry, and Draco smiled, adding a third finger. This time, however, he slowed his motions, slowly fucking Harry with his fingers, sliding them in and out of the velvety walls, aiming for the little bump that would drive him wild. Hands twisting in the sheets, Harry started pushing against him, whimpers of impatience sounding from the back of his throat.

“You ready for me, Harry?”

“Always,” he breathed.

“You want me inside of you?”

“Yessss.”

“Now?”

“Now, Draco, please!”

“Looks like I got you to beg after all,” the Slytherin smirked and pushed inside his lover. Twin groans echoed throughout the room as they paused a few seconds to let the sensation wash over them, immersing themselves in the feeling of being connected.

“I love it when you fuck me,” Harry said, planting tiny kisses on Draco’s neck and down across his shoulder.

“I’m not fucking you yet.”

“I have faith,” he said with a teasing wink.

“What you’re going to have is a very sore arse,” Draco growled as he drew out of Harry, then thrust back in.

“Oh gods, yes!” Harry cried out and his lover grinned. Lifting the tanned legs over his shoulders, Draco pounded into him, practically bending Harry in two so he could lean over and ravage the Gryffindor’s mouth.

When Harry tried to reach between them to ease the agony of his erection, Draco pinned Harry’s arms above his head and soon the dark-haired wizard was shaking with the need for release. He gasped out incoherent demands and pleas and flatteries that were both sincere and flat out lies as he tried to get Draco to ease his suffering.

“Draco, my Draco, my love, my mate, my god, my life, please take me! Love me faster, love me harder, break me into pieces, do what you want with me, but touch me, please touch me!”

Draco drew in a shuddering breath, elation filling his body as Harry’s words brought him to the brink of orgasm. “God, I love you,” he said, his voice hard and heavy with emotion as he grabbed onto Harry’s cock.

“I love you more. Ohhh, bloody hell, that’s perfect--you’re perfect.”

“You know it,” he grinned, moving his hand faster. A few quick strokes was all he had time for before they were both coming, screaming out their love, their life, their beginning and their end all in one breath.

Panting heavily, Draco withdrew and helped Harry to lower his legs before collapsing on top of him, wrapping himself around his love.

“Don’t ever leave me,” he murmured, soaking in Harry’s body heat as the sweat cooled on his skin.

“Where you go, I go,” Harry assured him, beckoning at the blankets with his finger so that they rose to cover the lovers, locking in their warmth as they drifted off to sleep.



“What we’ve got here is a spell gone awry.”

Hermione paused and the four men who made up her audience waited anxiously for an explanation. They’d all gathered in Dumbledore’s study to hear the results of the tests Hermione had performed at the house in her attempt to try and figure out what was plaguing the otherwise happy couple.

“It began as a simple spell that would produce the same elements as what one would find in, say, a haunted house--things that go bump in the night, objects that move around on their own, mysterious footsteps with no source--basically, it was meant to be a series of pranks.”

“So this was someone’s idea of a practical joke?” Draco asked darkly, and she nodded.

“In the beginning, yes,” she nodded. “The problem is that this spell was designed to be self-sufficient--it feeds off the emotions of those it’s directed at so that unless the spell is broken, it can continue forever. Now add in two wizards whose emotions around each other have always been somewhat extreme--”

There was a rude sound from Snape’s direction at this, and even Dumbledore’s eyes seemed to take on an extra twinkle while Harry and Draco managed to keep their expressions perfectly blank.

“--make them two of the most powerful wizards of our age, and the spell suddenly has more energy than it knows what to do with. The spell begins to warp, seeking stronger emotions, doing whatever it can to get a reaction out of those it was originally aimed at--in this case, the two of you. Now we’ve got a spell that’s not only completely out of control but, as a result, has become dangerous.”

“Fun,” Harry said. “How do we get rid of it?”

“We’ve got two options. One, we can muck around a bit, hoping to find a way to break it, or we can go directly to the ones who cast it and get them to break it.”

“Clearly, the second option would be the most preferable,” Draco said, more than a hint of impatience in his voice, “as I would like to get into my house sometime this year without it trying to kill me. Who cast the blasted spell?”

“Three guesses,” Snape snarled as he turned to Harry. “Even you should be able to figure this one out, Potter.”

“I’m sure they meant well,” Harry said uncertainly.

“I’m sure they did,” Dumbledore nodded, “and once they’ve been informed of how the spell misfired, I have no doubt they’ll be most willing to remove it.”

“And then I’m going to string them up by their--”

“Draco!”

The Slytherin looked over at his lover, murder clearly written in his silver eyes. “What?! Harry, think of what that spell did to you--to us! You’re not going to let them get away with this, are you? I know you’re a Gryffindor, but the damage caused by their ‘little prank’ should be beyond even your noble sensibilities!”

“I’m not letting them off the hook,” Harry said, reaching over and taking Draco’s hand in his, “but I don’t necessarily want their punishment to involve bloodshed.” A slow, wicked smile worthy of a Slytherin crossed Harry’s face. “I have something else in mind.”

Draco stared at him, still wanting to see a couple of limbs hit the floor, then sighed. “It’d better be good.”

“Oh, it is.”

“Then I’m going to assume you two have things well in hand,” Dumbledore said, rising to his feet. “And I suggest you continue this conversation out of earshot so that none of us can be called on as witnesses.”

“Thank you, Headmaster,” Draco said with a polite nod at the ancient wizard as he pulled Harry to his feet. “I couldn’t agree more. Come on, Harry. It’s time for us to get our house back.”

“Harry, don’t hurt them too much!” Hermione called after them, but Harry didn’t answer. He just grinned at her and waved.



Once everything had been explained to the twins, they had the decency to look horrified and ashamed for about two minutes--the precise amount of time it took for them to break the spell. Once that was over, however, it was no harm, no foul in their minds, and even the near-fatal result of their prank could do nothing to convince them otherwise.

Their feelings on their punishment, however, was a different matter.

“Harry, you can’t be serious,” George whined, his twin nodding in emphatic agreement.

“You nearly destroyed our house, almost got Draco killed, and I was within moments of becoming something worse than a hundred Voldemorts combined.” Harry drew on his power enough for his eyes to shine with a green light. “You’re damn right I’m serious.”

“But isn’t this a little extreme?” Fred asked, trying to find a place for his hands that would cover as much as possible.

“I think it’s most generous of us,” Draco said, handing the red-haired man a tray laden with various finger foods and promptly destroying all notions that he would be able to use his hands to hide anything that evening. “I was hoping for castration, but Harry talked me out of it. For the most part.”

There was enough of a threat in his eyes that George quickly grabbed a second tray.

“Now get out there,” Harry said, giving them a push towards the kitchen door. “Our guests are waiting.”

With a sigh that clearly said the two felt the punishment hardly suited the crime, the twin Weasleys wearing nothing more than black g-strings, bowties around their necks, and a whole lotta skin, began their duties as servers at Harry and Draco’s housewarming party.

“I still say you’re being too easy on them,” Draco said, sliding an arm around Harry’s waist and resting his head on the strong shoulder.

“They’ve paid for the damages, they’re going to be completely humiliated in front of their family and friends, what more would you ask for?”

“Well. . .” Draco began, looking impishly up at his lover, “I have to admit, those outfits don’t leave much to the imagination. And there’s a lot more to those Weasleys than I’d ever imagined.”

Arching an eyebrow, Harry looked down at him, the corners of his mouth starting to twitch. He’d never deny Draco anything the Slytherin truly wanted, and he had to admit, his own limited taste of the Weasley twins could definitely bear repeating. To taste them again with Draco by his side. . . “Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?”

“They do have to stay late to clean up,” Draco offered, and the Gryffindor nodded.

“It would be inconsiderate of us to make them go home in the wee hours of the morning.”

“And we do have plenty of room upstairs.”

“But I don’t remember if we managed to buy beds for the guest rooms,” Harry said with a thoughtful frown, and Draco shrugged.

“I guess they’ll just have to share ours.”

The lovers looked at each other with matching grins, their eyes aglow with a predatory lust.

“Think we’ll be even after this?”

Draco laughed. “Not a chance. It’ll take several nights of having them at our disposal before we’re even. Costumes included.”

Chuckling, Harry quickly stole a kiss from his love, then led Draco out of the kitchen to mingle with their guests and show off their new home.

As the door closed behind the couple, the dishes began to rattle with excitement while in the windows, Harry and Draco’s reflections grinned with anticipation.

The End


[Completed October 22, 2004]