After the End

Title: After The End, chapters 11-15

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CHAPTER 11


"Bill!" Ron caught his oldest brother up in a hard embrace. Far fewer students than in previous years flowed from the train and onto the platform at Hogwarts. There had been plenty of room for a former student in the compartments on board the train.

"Ron!" Bill was laughing as Ron lifted him up off his feet and shook him gleefully up and down. He ruffled the bright hair that curled atop his little brother's head. "Merlin's beard, but you are a monster! When did you get so huge? What is Snape feeding you?"

"He said I wasn't eating enough for a growing boy, not by half. I put on twenty-five pounds and four inches this year. He said that it was his job to see I was fed right." Ron set Bill down and reached over to grab one of the cases Bill had brought with him. "Man, this is heavy, are you planning on moving in permanently?"

"Snape said that? About a Weasley?" Bill feigned shock. Levitating the other case, ignoring the last question.

"He's not half bad, Bill. He's teaching me to cook." Ron beamed. Damn, he looked happy. Honestly happy for the first time in years. Bill would do whatever it took to keep that look on his brother's face. He'd lost his wife and daughter to the war. He wanted someone to be happy, it was far too soon for that someone to be himself.

"Ron Weasley is learning to cook? The boy who snuck out and hid in the yard if mum so much as mentioned pots and pans, or slicing and dicing?" Bill teased as they walked.

"He is real good to me, Bill, he is." Ron said, lifting the cases one by one into one of the magicked carriages that would carry them to Hogwarts' door. They climbed inside alone. There was more than enough room now for them to have a little privacy by taking their own carriage.

"So, what is he doing about the auction then?" Bill asked as the carriage rose and began it's journey.

"What?" Ron's puzzled look was genuine. He settled back on the seat, pulling one of the heavy wool blankets over Bill's lap, then grabbing one for himself. "What are you talking about?"

So, Bill told him what he knew.

Ron sat immobile. "No, they can't be doing that. They aren't like HIM." The horror was distant, but Bill heard it. He wanted to tell Ron that he was right, that there was no reason to worry over the rumors. That the rumors couldn't be true. But, that would be a lie.

"Oh, Ron. Voldemort wasn't the last wizard or witch who will do things that are evil, or just plain wrong. Sometimes for evil reasons, and sometimes just out of pure stupidity. Not realizing what they are doing is wrong." Bill's voice was so sad. Ron glanced up and noted that his brother was looking out over the landscape of Hogwarts as the carriage approached, but not really seeing it, if Ron was any judge.

Pain stabbed through Ron's chest, striking deep. As much as being siblings, Hogwarts connected all the Weasley children. Against the law of averages, each of them was magical. Each of them had come here to study. Now the twins and Ginny were gone, and Charlie....well Charlie couldn't deal with people any more. He stayed with his dragons now. They were his family. Bill had tried to see him, but Charlie wouldn't come out of the caves unless it was on the back of a flying dragon.

Ron threw an arm around the one brother he could touch. "There is still us, we are still brothers. And we won't forget."

"Yeah, I know. But. Ron, this auction thing. It could get really bad. I had an owl from Lucius Malfoy, warning me. He is furious. He is owling everyone with any connection to the apprentices. He told me to get over here and watch you. Severus is powerful, but he may not be enough to keep the aurors from you if the Ministry orders you taken."

"Why would they do that?" Ron muttered. His voice was colorless, flat now. "Why take me?"

"Money, old man. It is a way to make money, and a way to survive. The Ministry already went back a thousand years to revive the old form of Master and Apprentice. When I apprenticed, I kept my legal rights and autonomy. I made my own decisions. Now, with you, Severus is your owner, Ron. Legally registered. The Ministry of Magic gave you to him. You know that, right?" Bill put his hand on Ron's arm. Ron absently patted the hand.

"He read the decree to me, we went over it all. I didn't think much of it. I think he gave up making me understand why he was so upset about it, all of it. It didn't sound so bad." Ron admitted it uneasily.

"Ghods, Ron, you aren't stupid. It is really important. It is a fundamental change in the rights of wizards and witches. The most profound change that has occurred in a dozen lifetimes. In one fell swoop the Ministry has declared one of us can own another, openly and outright. That is worse than pretending they didn't see it when Voldemort was binding his followers to him. This is in plain view. Supported by the highest authority we are left with." Bill said tightly.

"It didn't sound like Professor Snape owned me. Not when he read it." Ron insisted.

"Take my word of honor. That decree gave him ownership of you, all your possessions, and all your works, until he, as your Master, decides you are ready to be set free of your obligation to him. You said he was upset by the decree? Well, that was why. It is the first step toward legalizing slavery in the future. In fact the argument can be made that this is just one form of slavery."

"He wouldn't agree to something like that, Bill. I never liked him, or trusted him before. But, I've got to know him now. Professor Snape doesn't believe in slavery." Ron said as the carriage came to rest on the drive in front of the main building, settling with a tiny bump.

"If he refused, and the Ministry allowed his refusal, then you would have been sent on to someone else. He may have felt he had no choice but to accept you." Bill explained as they made their way up the steps. Towards the tall silent figure at the top.

"No, I don't want that to be the way it was." Ron said, his voice choked.

CHAPTER 12


Harry was more depressed and discouraged than he'd been since first coming to Malfoy Manor. He had not seen Lucius Malfoy after the scene in the south wing, almost one week ago. Lucius had to carry the cursing, fighting, spitting form of his son out of the room while the house elves saw to Narcissa.

Draco had screamed obscenities, telling Harry what he thought of 'my father's whore'. Harry was frozen in place by the vitriol released. He was not unused to being despised, hated, and blamed for things, many of which he'd never done, but some which he had. What he was unfamiliar with was being accused of something he wanted, but felt ashamed of wanting. His heart raced, and he let Dobby take him back to his room, sick with guilt, and confusion.

His days consisted of studying the books and scrolls Dobby brought to him, walking the halls of the north wing, exploring the library and eating whatever it was Dobby brought him. He wasn't even allowed outside anymore, according to Dobby. An auror had been seen, again according to the house elf, Harry hadn't seen the auror, and Lord Lucuis was not going to give the Ministry any chance at taking Harry. So Harry stayed indoors.

Harry sighed and let his head fall forward onto the open text spread in front of him on the bed, he pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly. It was not precisely boring, but it was all too much of the same, he wanted out with an intensity that frightened him. For the first time he truly felt like a prisoner here. His eyes drifted closed on that unhappy thought.

When Harry woke it was finally dark, and he was under the thick covers of the bed, the linens crisp and smooth. His first thought was that Dobby had put him to bed. That thought lasted only until he shifted into a more comfortable position and felt the fine fabric slip over his skin. He was without pajamas, absolutely naked.

A line of heat stretched wonderfully warm against his body, he'd snuggled up close to it, and found it was far too long to be a hot water bottle. It was too dark to see. Cautiously Harry reached out. His hand encountered a smooth expanse of skin, rippled with muscle. The chest moved with a breath, slow and even, Harry's palm slid a bit and silky fine hair brushed over his hand. Long and wonderful to touch, lush, that hair, Harry clenched a handful and raised it to his face, rubbing it along his cheek. The scent of cinnamon, vanilla and darker spices filled his senses. Harry was instantly erect, throbbing.

Not trying to think, or wanting to stop his instinctive move, he inched closer, and rested his cheek on the curve of the man's bicep, thick and strong. He could smell the light scent of Lucius' skin, and fresh clean sweat. Harry's heart jumped. His hand reached out again, skittering over the flesh next to him, and finding a soft nipple and smooth areola, they both tightened under his hand and a different sound rushed out of Lucius's lungs, Harry echoed the man, but his sound came out a whimper of need.

The large body rolled towards Harry, and big hands gripped his waist, then he was rolled back and ended sprawled on top of the man.

The kiss was slow, a delicate brush of lips, a press, they pulled back, and then moved together again. They nibbled at each other's lips, Harry felt the heat growing, the moist tip of a tongue lapped at his bottom lip, and he licked at it in return, then licked his own tongue over the fuller, hotter mouth of the man beneath him.

"Ahhhh, Harry." The man whispered. Then he proceeded to very thoroughly kiss the youth, tasting him, biting gently at the swollen mouth, dipping inside to let their tongues glide wetly, sweetly together. Harry trembled, straining to get deeper, get more, rubbing his body against the incredible one under his.

Hands caressed his back. squeezed his shoulders, moved down and measured his buttocks, squeezing, holding, pressing, and all the while the kiss went on, Harry on top was still the one guided by those lips, that tongue, that devouring mouth. Breath puffed between them when they had to pull back, but they always returned to the delicious contact. Harry was becoming light-headed, his body tingled. Helplessly, he moaned, begging without words. He shivered with nearly frantic delight.

He was hard, aching with need, wanting to move, but hesitant, not sure how to do what his body cried out for. Then, it was too much, he grasped the wide shoulders and used them to push his body up and down the front of his lover. The friction was so very good, the sensation of it was icy-hot, thrilling though him, and startling a gasp from his throat. Hands helped him find his rhythm, and he rubbed against an impressive length, longer than he was, thicker, just as hard.

Harry scrambled up on all fours, straddling the man's hips. He felt for that length, he wanted to know.... he wanted to feel it, hold it. So hot, so satin-y, the skin slipping over the steel hardness of the shaft as Harry slid his shaking grip up the length. Oh, damn, it was hot. The body writhed and pushed against his. Harry used both his hands.

"Yes. Like that. Just like that." Harry heard the harsh murmur, heard the arousal in the low growl. Lucius surged up in Harry's grip, and spread the youth's legs wider, until Harry rested the heat of the center of his body on the man's erection. Lucius slid them together like that. The head of his cock slick with moisture, but not enough. He whispered the spell, Harry too distracted to retain the words. And then Harry was wet, slippery between his legs, wonderful.

The hard length rode over his perineum, back and forth, over his anus and up under his balls, and Harry quivered, squirming, raising his knees higher along Lucius' sides. Not sure what he wanted, but wanting it desperately, just the same. His own cock was high and tight to his belly, so hard he ached with it. He literally dripped with arousal, the tiny beads of moisture falling in a steady stream onto the perfect abs of the man he rode.

Harry's head dropped down, it was too overwhelming to hold it up, he was moaning, begging, unable to recognize the words, but knowing he was pleading, needing, dewed with sweat as he worked himself, rubbed himself. A strong hand grasped him, began to move up and down his shaft. One stroke, two, a dozen, perfect strokes. Harry snapped upright, he howled and spewed his release wildly, clawing and jerking, his body out of control. Liquid heat flooded the space between his legs. as the man also found his release.

Harry fell against the sweat and cum slickened body and was held, cradled as he tried to remember how to think, and how to breathe without moaning.


CHAPTER 13


Harry woke alone. He was wearing his flannel pajamas. He sat up, confused. What...?

He looked around the room for a clue as to what had happened the night before. Had it been just a dream? He touched his belly underneath the pajamas, clean, dry, smooth. His finger caught on the waistband of his pants when he pulled his hand out. He extricated it, then stared.

The ring was ornate, heavy, a deep gold, with a large, rectangular ruby stone set horizontally. It gleamed like crimson blood as Harry fought to understand why he was wearing a ring like the one he'd seen on Lucius Malfoy's own hand. It wasn't a dream.

Last night had happened, just as he remembered it. He felt a surge of elation, he quickly tamped that down. The ring didn't have the feel of a romantic gift, either. It was more like...another mark, like the tattoo. Harry, even with his weakened magic, felt the spell in the ring. He just couldn't discover what the spell was, not any more. His magic was getting stronger, but it wasn't strong enough, not yet.

Harry got up and went to the wash basin, splashing his face, wetting his hair, and trying to control the wild strands. He dried his face on a towel.

"Breakfast is waiting with company," Dobby's announcement made Harry jump a foot. He dropped the towel, whirling around to see the house elf bustling into his room.

"Scared me, Dobby. What company are you talking about?" Harry asked.

"Master Lucius says Harry Potter should come, soon. Dressed for company." Dobby went on. He opened drawers and the closet, selecting clothing as Harry slipped out of the PJ's. A morning coat, silk shirt of pristine white with pearl buttons, waistcoat, and trousers as black as the coat. A pale grey tie. Shiny black shoes, black socks and boxers. Dobby took care of combing Harry's hair back off his face and securing the growing length with a clip at the nape of his neck.

"Lord Malfoy, I was given to understand you'd received the directive." Meridith Byrne said her voice taut with disapproval. "I would have thought you'd not treat an order from the Ministry with this degree of contempt. I was told you refused to bring your apprentice in for the required examination by our medi-wizard."

"As I will hold all such orders in contempt, Madam Director." Lord Malfoy informed her with frigid correctness.

Harry sat in his chair next to Lord Malfoy at the breakfast table erected in the solarium. His appetite was gone, despite the ham, bacon and toast on his plate. He nibbled, but found swallowing almost impossible.

"Come, Harry, try the eggs." The Lord's voice softened perceptibly, but was still formal, not intimate. Harry swallowed hard and obediently reached for the dish of scrambled eggs and minced green onions.

Lord Malfoy, for he was every inch the Lord of the Manor this morning, sat upright, stunning in his formal morning wear. His hair was perfectly groomed, held off his fine, handsome features by a simple antique silver and emerald clasp. His cravat was tied flawlessly, his coat tailored to show off his form to best effect.

Harry blushed, remembering the feel of that magnificent body, without a single layer of fabric between his body and the man's. The eyes which never strayed from his guests, were the color of frost, and even more lacking in warmth.

Besides Lady Meridith Byrne, two others, strangers to Harry, sat at the table. One was a middle aged woman, her coat bearing the insignia of the aurors. The younger woman, she was perhaps thirty, was slender, and dressed impeccably. She was introduced to him as Messilinda Vonnoy, Draco's Master. Harry was surprised by her youth. The auror's name was as familiar as her face was not, Kenna James Bones. An aunt to Harry's former classmate, Susan Bones. Harry noted they shared the same red hair, and nothing else.

"The debate is over, the council decided this was the best alternative. Without adequate funds we will lose the Ministry. You know as well as I, the magical aristocracy would never agree to a tithe. This way the money will be given voluntarily and no one will be harmed." Lady Meridith kept her tone reasonable, but Harry saw how hard she gripped her fork. Her knuckles were blanched white.

"What I am unable to comprehend, Lady, is how you came to that appalling conclusion. How you came up with this...idea. How you can possibly consider this a viable solution to anything." Lucius drawled out with false mildness. His ham was cut in precise squares, without so much as a millimeter's deviation from square to square.

"Lord Malfoy. We did not come to this decision lightly. I assure you the process was agonizing. There was no other route that we found as acceptable." The tall woman sniffed.

Lucius threw down his napkin, and Harry dropped his toast in reflex. "Inexcusable. I will present you with an alternative. My accountant, Lady Vannoy, will go with you back to the Ministry, where you will give her full access to the accounts. I will await her report, and then we will discuss this further."

"Very well, Lucius. But, we will examine the boy while we are here. Both of them. Just to be sure nothing untoward has happened." She made to stand, taking a step in Harry's direction, he froze, wide eyed. The auror stood with her, grim faced.

"No. You. Will. Not. Do not touch his person." Lucius Malfoy neither raised his voice or stood, but the two women from the Ministry froze in place. "At this time I would discourage you from the use of my personal name, Madam. And you will not lay a hand on my son, or my apprentice." Harry dropped his fork. He kept his eyes on the table cloth.

Lady Byrne looked at the youth sharply. Her eyes took in his rigid posture, and the winking ring on his fourth finger.

"Lord Malfoy. It is clear what has occurred here. The Ministry will expect a check drawn on your accounts in ransom for the violation of our order." She informed him, eyes blazing.

"A ransom. You want to extort funds if I won't agree to sell their virginity? Is that a proposal just for me, or are you going to offer such a bargain to all the Masters?" Lord Malfoy bit out, acidly.

"Whether or not you agreed with the order, it was legal and approved by the Ministry. You are in contempt of the order." Lady Byrne reminded him.

"As is only reasonable. It is repugnant, Madam. I could not in good conscience obey it."

"Nevertheless, Lord Malfoy, I expect payment to be immediately forthcoming. For both boys. I can not but assume you have assured both are unsalable."

"If you are implying I compromised my own son, I question how you dare stand before me now, and not be in fear of your own safety, Madam. As for Mr. Potter, I am afraid you are too late, I have formally taken him as my consort. You do recall the legal terms of such an arrangement don't you?" Lucius Malfoy stood at last and pulled Harry's chair out from the table, then offered his arm. "Mr. Potter if you please."

"Lord Malfoy, you won't get away with this. The Ministry...." The tall woman spluttered, automatically reaching out as if to stop Lucius from removing the boy. A loud hiss filled the air, and from Harry's sleeve the head of a silver snake shot out, striking. The strike missed the director's hand by mere fractions of an inch. She let out her own hiss, snapping her hand out of range, the fear in her exhalation was unmistakable.

"As you see, Madam, the boy is and always will be well protected, even if I should not be in his immediate vicinity, you will do well to remember that. Good day. I will contact you after I receive the audit report. Lady Vannoy will return with you to the Ministry once she has seen to my son."

Harry let himself be led out of the room.

"Lucius, I..." he whispered, only to be cut off.

"Mr.Potter, you are neither my wife nor my peer. Until such time as that has changed I must insist you address me as respect demands." The admonition was firm.

"Yes, My Lord," Harry stuttered, face flaming.

"Now, Hogwarts is perfectly acceptable as an institution of magical learning, but fails to convey the slightest understanding of business practices. What do you know of accounting?" And Lord Malfoy led Harry down the wide, dark paneled hall towards the library.

Harry was buffeted by confusion, struggling to hang on to the words flowing around him He was no longer a child. He would not cry. He would not.


CHAPTER 14


Ron crouched near the cages that held the new born Hyan-wyrms. He slipped fresh blades of grass in between the bars, and pulled the old bits out. He moved with a careful patience Bill was positive he'd never had before.

Severus Snape and Bill Weasley stood several yards away, watching over the tall young man as he went about his chores. It wasn't safe, not even on the grounds of Hogwarts, to let him go out alone. The Ministry had abolished the ban on apparating to the grounds. Not for the safety of the students, but for the ease of their own movements. The Ministry was beginning to slip from their politically correct position of concern, and openly treat the students like the Ministry's property. Dumbledore was fighting to stop it and making little headway.

"He is terribly unhappy. Perhaps a short vacation back to your parent's home would help?" Severus watched Ron move on to the next task. His eyes were trying for neutral, and failing. Ron was not the only one who was unhappy, Bill thought. All because of his less than diplomatic way of forcing Ron to become aware of the true situation he found himself in. It had been a mistake, he regretted it, he hoped he could, given time, fix what he'd broken between these two men.

Ron never railed or refused to let them attend him on his rounds. He continued to help Professor Snape, and continued to cook. But, he stopped sharing the older man's bed, instead crawling into his brother's bed, and sleeping as they had when Ron had been small, needing comfort. He stopped having sex, and he was sad.

"I no longer make him happy. He believes I took him in, began a relationship with him because I was forced to." Severus went on. Bill listened quietly. Neither man let their attention wander from the tall youth they were here to protect.

Ron stood and came towards them, his face unsmiling, but not angry. They walked with him, back to the dungeons and the rooms they shared. Ron put a kettle on the stove, set out biscuits, and sliced fruit onto several small platters. Bill had to smile, remembering when no meal his brother had was complete without a chocolate frog or three. Milk and honey joined the setting. Then a steaming pot of tea. Snape poured.

Ron sat on the couch, leaning against his brother, seeming to need to be touched in some way whenever it was possible. Severus had confessed to Bill, that before this upset, Ron had always had his hands on some part of his Master's body. Touching, snuggling, hugging, kissing, or just standing so they leaned together at hip or shoulder. Such demonstrations had discomfited the older man at first, but now he missed them. Even in class.

"We have to talk." Bill said at last. "We can't leave things like this. The Ministry is destroying us just as plainly as Voldemort did."

"What does 'Wizards Dancing' mean?" Ron asked unexpectedly, catching Bill off guard. Snape was the one who answered.

"Wizard's Dancing was a phrase coined to describe the gathering of witches and wizards to witness the ritual deflowering of new members."

"What exactly..." Ron mumbled in confusion. Bill caught Severus' gaze and took up the explanation.

"People used to pay a fee to watch new witches and wizards losing their virginity. A big fee. There would be a celebration attached to the event, and it might last for several days. The participants were high on the magic released when the subjects were initiated."

"Oh. Well. I'm not a virgin any longer, so we don't have to worry about me. But, what about Harry, Seamus and Neville? The others? I don't like to think of anyone doing that to them, not like that."

"We have no intention of allowing that to happen." Severus assured him. "And in fact Mr. Potter no longer qualifies for participation, if my information is correct."

"But, how? Who? He's all locked up at the Malfoy's." Ron went rigid. "No. Not Draco. Harry wouldn't." Then his eyes got even larger, suddenly shiny with unshed tears. "Oh my ghod, oh my ghod. No. No." He shook his head side to side. Bill took the tea cup and sliced apple from his brother's hands.

"Nothing is as bad as you seem to think." Snape said. "I have spoken with Lord Malfoy, and Harry is fine. Really Ron. It is ok." Sighing he got to his feet and moved to Ron's side. Immediately the boy flowed into his arms, clinging. Snape and Bill exchanged another look.

"Severus, I think this is the perfect time to....: Bill cut his eyes towards the bedrooms.

"No. He is hurt, I won't take advantage of him like that again." Snape was adamant, stroking the fine red hair with loving fingers.

"He is not a child, he is a man, legal, and old enough to decide who he wants to have in his bed," Bill said in a warning whisper, shielding Ron from the conversation going on literally over his head.

"He has had his right to make an independent living taken away, he has been bound into indentured servitude, he can not make his own legal decisions and the Ministry has just tried to sell him for it's debts. Tell me they haven't forced him to remain a child for all intents and purposes. I was just too blind to see it before. I used him. I should have been stronger. Let him chose someone his own age."

"Now you are being blind. He did choose you. He was happy. He was really, truly, completely happy. He is in love with you. He is still in love with you. I can tell." Bill ticked off his points on his fingers. "He is also half a foot taller than either of us, and that wide again, he could break either of us in half if he put a mind to it. He can say no and make it stick if he wanted to. He's miserable without you."

"He has me. As his teacher. And I am not talking about his physical stature. I am talking about his emotional state, his heart. He has a child's heart."

"Severus. He stood toe to toe against Lord Voldemort. He hasn't been a child for quite some time. He has seen death, he has lost dear friends. He doesn't need to lose you as well. He needs you, as his lover. As you were together. Please."

"He has you here now." Snape insisted stubbornly.

"Listen, Snape, I don't know what you think of me, but I am not going to take my little brother to bed and be his lover in order to replace you. He needs you to be his lover again. I can't make it any clearer."

"I did not mean to imply you would." Severus flushed His cheeks blazing in his otherwise pale face.

"He needs the kind of love you can give him, the kind I can't. Won't." Bill pushed the point. Both men looked down, Ron had wrapped his long, muscular arms around Snape and drowsily settled his head into Snape's lap. Severus gazed down at him with love so blatant, Bill was speechless.


CHAPTER 15


After being so firmly corrected in the hallway for being overly familiar, Harry had not expected Lord Malfoy in his bed again, or certainly not so soon. He'd believed that despite the assurance of week ago, it had been a one off. But, Lucius walked into Harry's room that night as if he belonged and set about preparing for bed.

Harry, already in his flannels and under the covers, watched in wonderment as the older man undressed. He was enthralled. Each part of the man's body revealed was as enthralling as the last.

Nude, Lord Malfoy was stunning, beautiful, and Harry was flummoxed how the man could be so beautiful, yet so purely male. The candlelight glowed on his skin lovingly. The flex of muscle as the man moved made it hard for Harry to breathe. The dimples above the curves of his ass were works of art, Harry's face flamed when he realized he was fantasizing about running his tongue over those spots.

Lucius turned towards the bed after completing his ablutions. His stride was commanding, the swing his heavy genitals drawing Harry's eyes, almost in fear. He glanced up to see a tiny smile on the man's face. Indulgent. Harry's gulped. Everything was just...so perfect, and so big. Oh, how he loved those arms, those biceps. The hands, his chest....

Lord Malfoy sat on the bed, leaned back, and watched Harry watching him. He held out his arm, and Harry scrambled to him, burrowing close, fingers flying up to the buttons of his pajamas. But, Malfoy stopped him.

"No, not yet. Play with me, Harry. I can tell you wish to. Here is your opportunity. Whatever you like." The rich voice encouraged him, ran over him like melted butter. Harry shivered in delight. His eyes roaming everywhere.

Harry sat, unable to begin, and Lucius sighed, lifting the youth's hand and placing it on his arm. "You like these, I know you do. Go ahead, feel them."

Harry did, and then he tasted them, his tongue worshiping the bulging muscle, his body responding the instant he touched the man. Hard, wanting, desperate. He moaned, kissing the curve of the Lord's shoulder, his throat, which was obligingly stretched to give him better access.

"Yes, Harry. You are so good at this." Lord Malfoy slipped his arm behind Harry and pulled him tight to his side. He allowed the exploration to go on. Harry finally reached out and grasped the full erection laying on Lucius' belly.

It fascinated him. Long, and hard, and hot. He stroked his hands over the flesh, bent down and kissed the wet tip. He couldn't miss how that changed the man's body, how his skin dimpled, and his body tightened, rippling up towards the contact. The man's breath came out in a rush. Harry looked up, and met burning blue-grey eyes, smoldering with lust, lips parted, moist, teeth gleaming whitely.

Oh, Ghod, Harry had never seen anything so beautiful. He was panting, just from that one look. He dropped his head back down to the prize in his fists. He licked, tasted the sharp flavor, salty fluid. He kissed again, open mouthed this time, sucking a tiny bit as he pulled away. He felt more fluid leaking out, he tasted it flow over his tongue. His tongue went out to lap it up. And the man above him groaned.

Harry felt a frisson of heat travel over his entire body, underneath his skin. He licked and sucked and moved his hands up and down the shaft he held. He was shaking, hungry, squirming as he knelt next to his Master's side. This was so good, very good, he wanted more of it. He managed to suck the entire head into his greedy mouth, but he was too stretched to take more. He was afraid he would choke, or bite the perfect cock in his mouth. So he rubbed and nibbled up and down and over the crown, sucking what he could, using his hands on what he couldn't.

The moans were louder now, continuous. A large hand reached down and moved his head aside, fingers winding in the youth's curly hair, holding him, cheek pressed to the side of the man's erection. And Harry felt it, the surge of Lucius ejaculating, the exquisite spasms, the heat as the fluid poured up and out of him. It was Harry's turn to moan.

It was over too fast, Harry wanted it to go on, wanted to feel that jerking, the arching of Lord Lucius' body against his. The grip on his hair loosened. Harry didn't think, he just moved up and tasted the puddled fluid gathered around his Lord's navel. He licked, swallowed, dipped his tongue into the navel. Cleaned it all up with broad flat strokes of his tongue.

Harry was so hard he thought he might burst. He was trembling, squeezing his legs together, not sure what he should do. He put a tentative hand on himself, and nearly came from it.

Lucius rose up from his position on the bed, and had Harry's clothing off in seconds. His hands moved up and over Harry's chest, his mouth going to his nipples. Laving them with short hard strokes. Then biting the sensitive nubs carefully. Harry shrieked. Writhed, clawed at the man's shoulders. He was going to come just from this. He hadn't know he could. The suckling never let up. Harry twisted, his legs flying out to the side, then closing hard together. Lucius held his hands so he could not touch his straining cock, ready to explode in an instant.

Harry cried out, his nipples were like tiny points that radiated pleasure over his entire body, and rocketed straight to his groin. It was too much. Harry sobbed and came, his orgasm even more intense than the one last night. And he'd thought that one unbelievable. The sight of his ejaculation sprayed across Lord Lucius' perfect chest made him come harder, until the last spasm faded, and Harry lay limp, barely conscious, sensations still rippling through his body like fire.

He was warm. Felt so alive. Yet, so drowsy at the same time. He wanted only to sleep. He felt hands washing him, tucking him into bed, holding him against the long body of the man who had taught him what pleasure was.

"It is your power, Harry." The deep voice answered his unspoken question. "It is what they would have stolen from you. Now they will never be able to. Go to sleep. Tomorrow we will go on an outing."

Harry obeyed, and drifted off to the most contented sleep he could remember.

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