So Sure Of Death
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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1,897
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7
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Chapter 3
Penname: DBZVegeta
Fic title: So Sure of Death
Summary: Draco provides Harry with the final piece of the puzzle to help him defeat Voldemort. Will the war be over soon and will their love be able to continue?
Sequel to: Playing With Fire
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
# of Chapters: 3 of #
Word Count: 1,286
Category: Romance / Angst
Beta: (Unbeta’d for now)
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Chapter 3
The door to the library was shut quietly as two stunned men exchanged horrified looks with each other.
“I just didn’t see what I thought, did I?” Lucius asked as he looked at his dark-haired partner.
“I am afraid so, Luc,” Severus replied, suddenly looking thoughtful. “I guess that is why Potter was so angry with Dumbledore when he returned from gathering the information Draco had three months ago.”
“What?!” Lucius exclaimed loudly, trying to ignore the sounds that were coming though the door in front of them.
Severus looked over at the door, shaking his head at Harry and Draco’s lack of foresight with silencing charms and reached out to take Lucius’ hand. He drew him away from the library and into the drawing room across the hallway. Closing the door behind them, Severus pulled Lucius down onto his lap as he sat on the small divan.
“Sev, what’s going on?” Lucius asked, squirming in an attempt to remove himself from the other man’s lap. A sharp slap on the side of his hip stopped his movements.
“If you would hold still for a minute, I will endeavor to explain it to you,” Severus sighed as the blond settled back against him, a pout forming across his lips. He was one of the only people who ever saw the petulant side of Lucius Malfoy; all others saw the cold, arrogant Lord.
"Three months ago, Albus asked Potter to retrieve the documentation about the Protectorous’ Curse from Draco. I was unable to go as usual, since I had been delayed with my latest mission. The next evening when we gathered for our meeting, Potter was quite belligerent and confronted Albus about Draco's involvement with the Order. I had always assumed that Potter knew about Draco, but from what I got during that meeting, once again Albus has neglected to keep him in the loop."
"I don't see what that has to do with what we just saw in the other room?" Lucius replied, his voice nearing an irritable tone.
"Lucius, you didn't see how he acted. Not only did he keep the information that he had gotten from Draco, he proceeded to evict the entire Order from here. I knew that he had not been happy with Albus ever since the wolf died, but the anger that was in him was unbelievable. I know for a fact that he nearly destroyed the backyard prior to everyone leaving that evening."
"And this conclusion leads you to my son and him playing tonsil hockey in the other room!" Lucius yelled, finally squirming hard enough to have Severus drop him unceremoniously to the floor.
"If you are through with your temper-tantrum, you might think to ask Draco yourself about the situation. As for myself, I am hungry." Severus sneered, as he turned and stormed out of the room, his robes flaring about his ankles.
~*~
“Draco,” Harry said softly, his fingers rubbing gently through the blonds’ hair. The fire crackled and hissed behind them from where they had finally ended upon the hearth rug.
“Yes, Harry,” Draco replied, snuggling closer to the heat of the other man. He yawned, jaw popping audibly before he opened blue-gray eyes to stare into Harry’s eyes.
“When did you start spying for the Order?”
Draco sighed heavily and moved back a bit from Harry to be able to look up into his face. He knew that Harry wasn’t going to take this well.
“I’ve been spying since our fifth year,” he said simply and watched as Harry’s eyes hardened with immediate anger, the green flashing as deadly as the killing curse.
“You mean that Dumbledore had you spying when you were barely sixteen and then had the gall to not tell me.”
“Yes,” Draco replied, looking down at the hands he had on Harry’s chest. “Father discovered the Dark Lord’s plan for our family and was determined not to let that happen to us. He approached Dumbledore with the plan for him to convert to spy status, hoping to protect me from the Dark Lord. However, Dumbledore saw it as an excellent opportunity to place more than one spy within the ranks and ordered that I continue with our animosity. I think that he was hoping that the Dark Lord would see this as an advantage and use me as a spy within the school. Father was furious, but he had no recourse if he wanted us to survive this war.”
“What were these plans?” Harry asked through tightly clenched teeth. Draco looked up and almost cringed at the hate-filled gaze that encountered his.
“I was to be the Dark Lord’s…. toy.” Draco gasped as Harry’s grip on his waist tightened, his fingers digging harshly into his skin.
“Did that happen? Did he touch you?” Harry growled angrily.
“No, it was supposed to happen this week. Uncle Sev and I were placed into seclusion at the Dark Lord’s Headquarters. Sev was supposed to ‘prepare’ me for my new position, but father rescued us and here we are.” Draco closed his eyes, not wanting to see the disgust he was sure that would be in Harry’s eyes. He was, however, surprised when Harry suddenly pulled him tight against him, burying his face into his neck. His hands came up from Harry’s chest to wrap around his back, holding him close as tremors racked over his body.
“I almost lost you,” Harry groaned, burying his head deeper into Draco’s neck. “All because Dumbledore wanted another spy.”
“But it didn’t happen, Harry. Father saved us and I’ll never have to go back again,” Draco replied, bringing one hand up to caress the messy dark hair as the other continued to draw circles on Harry’s back.
“Never again!” Harry stated, drawing back away from Draco enough to look into his eyes, his gaze fierce and hot. “Dumbledore has asked his last favor from you, Snape and your father. I will not let him manipulate any of you into this situation again.”
“Very Gryffindor-like, Mr. Potter,” came an amused voice from the doorway. The both spun to look at the tall dark-haired man standing in the open door.
“If you would be so kind enough as to clothe yourselves and join Lucius and I in the parlor, we both would be appreciative,” Severus said, the glint of humor reflecting in his dark eyes, something that Harry had never seen before.
It was, of course, at that time they both realized that they were still naked and laying on the rug in front of the fireplace. Diving for their clothes, they tried to ignore the chuckle that came from the other side of the room as they struggled to sort out whose clothes were whose. Harry, finding his boxers, yanked them on and stood up, blocking Draco from the other man’s sight.
“Professor…” he started, but was interrupted by a hand held up from the man himself.
“I am no longer your Professor, Mr. Potter. Please call me Severus, especially since you seem to be a part of the family.”
Harry nearly stuttered for a moment, but was able to catch himself. “Thank you Severus, however as you can see we need to dress. If you could wait for us in the other room, we will join you momentarily.” He could see that Severus was impressed with his mature response and with a nod the other man departed the room, closing the door behind him.
“I can’t believe my godfather walked in on us while we were naked,” moaned Draco, who had his pants and socks back on and was holding out Harry’s towards him.
“Just think, love, it could have been worse. What if it had been your father?”
~TBC~
Fic title: So Sure of Death
Summary: Draco provides Harry with the final piece of the puzzle to help him defeat Voldemort. Will the war be over soon and will their love be able to continue?
Sequel to: Playing With Fire
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
# of Chapters: 3 of #
Word Count: 1,286
Category: Romance / Angst
Beta: (Unbeta’d for now)
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Chapter 3
The door to the library was shut quietly as two stunned men exchanged horrified looks with each other.
“I just didn’t see what I thought, did I?” Lucius asked as he looked at his dark-haired partner.
“I am afraid so, Luc,” Severus replied, suddenly looking thoughtful. “I guess that is why Potter was so angry with Dumbledore when he returned from gathering the information Draco had three months ago.”
“What?!” Lucius exclaimed loudly, trying to ignore the sounds that were coming though the door in front of them.
Severus looked over at the door, shaking his head at Harry and Draco’s lack of foresight with silencing charms and reached out to take Lucius’ hand. He drew him away from the library and into the drawing room across the hallway. Closing the door behind them, Severus pulled Lucius down onto his lap as he sat on the small divan.
“Sev, what’s going on?” Lucius asked, squirming in an attempt to remove himself from the other man’s lap. A sharp slap on the side of his hip stopped his movements.
“If you would hold still for a minute, I will endeavor to explain it to you,” Severus sighed as the blond settled back against him, a pout forming across his lips. He was one of the only people who ever saw the petulant side of Lucius Malfoy; all others saw the cold, arrogant Lord.
"Three months ago, Albus asked Potter to retrieve the documentation about the Protectorous’ Curse from Draco. I was unable to go as usual, since I had been delayed with my latest mission. The next evening when we gathered for our meeting, Potter was quite belligerent and confronted Albus about Draco's involvement with the Order. I had always assumed that Potter knew about Draco, but from what I got during that meeting, once again Albus has neglected to keep him in the loop."
"I don't see what that has to do with what we just saw in the other room?" Lucius replied, his voice nearing an irritable tone.
"Lucius, you didn't see how he acted. Not only did he keep the information that he had gotten from Draco, he proceeded to evict the entire Order from here. I knew that he had not been happy with Albus ever since the wolf died, but the anger that was in him was unbelievable. I know for a fact that he nearly destroyed the backyard prior to everyone leaving that evening."
"And this conclusion leads you to my son and him playing tonsil hockey in the other room!" Lucius yelled, finally squirming hard enough to have Severus drop him unceremoniously to the floor.
"If you are through with your temper-tantrum, you might think to ask Draco yourself about the situation. As for myself, I am hungry." Severus sneered, as he turned and stormed out of the room, his robes flaring about his ankles.
~*~
“Draco,” Harry said softly, his fingers rubbing gently through the blonds’ hair. The fire crackled and hissed behind them from where they had finally ended upon the hearth rug.
“Yes, Harry,” Draco replied, snuggling closer to the heat of the other man. He yawned, jaw popping audibly before he opened blue-gray eyes to stare into Harry’s eyes.
“When did you start spying for the Order?”
Draco sighed heavily and moved back a bit from Harry to be able to look up into his face. He knew that Harry wasn’t going to take this well.
“I’ve been spying since our fifth year,” he said simply and watched as Harry’s eyes hardened with immediate anger, the green flashing as deadly as the killing curse.
“You mean that Dumbledore had you spying when you were barely sixteen and then had the gall to not tell me.”
“Yes,” Draco replied, looking down at the hands he had on Harry’s chest. “Father discovered the Dark Lord’s plan for our family and was determined not to let that happen to us. He approached Dumbledore with the plan for him to convert to spy status, hoping to protect me from the Dark Lord. However, Dumbledore saw it as an excellent opportunity to place more than one spy within the ranks and ordered that I continue with our animosity. I think that he was hoping that the Dark Lord would see this as an advantage and use me as a spy within the school. Father was furious, but he had no recourse if he wanted us to survive this war.”
“What were these plans?” Harry asked through tightly clenched teeth. Draco looked up and almost cringed at the hate-filled gaze that encountered his.
“I was to be the Dark Lord’s…. toy.” Draco gasped as Harry’s grip on his waist tightened, his fingers digging harshly into his skin.
“Did that happen? Did he touch you?” Harry growled angrily.
“No, it was supposed to happen this week. Uncle Sev and I were placed into seclusion at the Dark Lord’s Headquarters. Sev was supposed to ‘prepare’ me for my new position, but father rescued us and here we are.” Draco closed his eyes, not wanting to see the disgust he was sure that would be in Harry’s eyes. He was, however, surprised when Harry suddenly pulled him tight against him, burying his face into his neck. His hands came up from Harry’s chest to wrap around his back, holding him close as tremors racked over his body.
“I almost lost you,” Harry groaned, burying his head deeper into Draco’s neck. “All because Dumbledore wanted another spy.”
“But it didn’t happen, Harry. Father saved us and I’ll never have to go back again,” Draco replied, bringing one hand up to caress the messy dark hair as the other continued to draw circles on Harry’s back.
“Never again!” Harry stated, drawing back away from Draco enough to look into his eyes, his gaze fierce and hot. “Dumbledore has asked his last favor from you, Snape and your father. I will not let him manipulate any of you into this situation again.”
“Very Gryffindor-like, Mr. Potter,” came an amused voice from the doorway. The both spun to look at the tall dark-haired man standing in the open door.
“If you would be so kind enough as to clothe yourselves and join Lucius and I in the parlor, we both would be appreciative,” Severus said, the glint of humor reflecting in his dark eyes, something that Harry had never seen before.
It was, of course, at that time they both realized that they were still naked and laying on the rug in front of the fireplace. Diving for their clothes, they tried to ignore the chuckle that came from the other side of the room as they struggled to sort out whose clothes were whose. Harry, finding his boxers, yanked them on and stood up, blocking Draco from the other man’s sight.
“Professor…” he started, but was interrupted by a hand held up from the man himself.
“I am no longer your Professor, Mr. Potter. Please call me Severus, especially since you seem to be a part of the family.”
Harry nearly stuttered for a moment, but was able to catch himself. “Thank you Severus, however as you can see we need to dress. If you could wait for us in the other room, we will join you momentarily.” He could see that Severus was impressed with his mature response and with a nod the other man departed the room, closing the door behind him.
“I can’t believe my godfather walked in on us while we were naked,” moaned Draco, who had his pants and socks back on and was holding out Harry’s towards him.
“Just think, love, it could have been worse. What if it had been your father?”
~TBC~