Harry Potter and The Secret Keeper (BP2)
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No Doubt
Chapter Number/Total: 30/44
Chapter Title: No Doubt
Words: 2565 Words
Once outside, Draco grabbed Harry's arm and quickly Apparated them back to the street outside 12 Grimmauld. "Inside, now," he whispered urgently.
Harry frowned and moved quickly up the steps and into the house, quietly so as not to disturb Mrs Black.
They barely cleared the doorstep when Draco Apparated them directly to their room. He nearly ripped the cloak off and then pushed Harry's hood off his head, bending down to kiss him, his lips closing over Harry's mouth and his hand at the back of his head.
Harry was a bit confused at first but kissed Draco back, still frowning, but Merlin, he needed this. He clutched Draco to him, but pulled his head back a bit. "Draco, - I - what Snape said..." he said quietly, tears threatening him again.
"Shh," Draco said, finger across Harry's mouth, then he pulled him over to the bed. His fingers fumbled with the clasp of Harry's robe but he managed to unfasten it and throw it aside. He then pressed the other man, still clothed, to the bed, wrapping his arms around him and looking into his face. "Command me. Tell me to tell you when I first knew I loved you," he told Harry.
Harry's eyes sparkled with tears. "Tell me when you first knew you loved me," he whispered.
Draco smiled, eyes also shining as a tear rolled down his cheek, "I think I always loved you. But I finally admitted it to myself that night when I first entered you – before we fought, before I told you about the serpent, before the binding."
Harry let out a gasping sob, his heart feeling like it might explode in his chest. He clutched Draco to him. He didn't have any words to express how relieved he felt.
"I am yours, I choose this," Draco said clearly to his lover. "I, Draco Malfoy, love Harry Potter and choose to be at your side. I am glad you kept me alive, even when I fought against it."
Harry was very much crying now. "I love you," he choked out, bringing his hands up to grasp the sides of Draco's face and bury them in his hair.
"Yes, yes," Draco said, holding him and petting him. "I want this so badly, I am terrified that someone will find a way to break it. He doesn't understand. He doesn't know. Please, please, Harry, don't doubt me."
"I won't," he sobbed. "I won't."
"Harry," Draco whispered, "look at me."
Harry opened his eyes and looked at Draco as best he could through his tears.
Draco smoothed away Harry's tears with his fingers, smiling at him and marvelling at how intense his feelings were for this man. "Are you mine?" He grinned.
Harry sobbed again, but it was more of a laugh. "Yes," he whispered, "very yours."
"Good, because I very much want to fuck you right now," Draco said, face suddenly very serious.
Harry looked up at Draco. "I very much want to be fucked."
Draco rolled back, working quickly to get his own clothes off, throwing them over the side of the bed as he did.
Harry began removing his clothes as well, throwing them with Draco's. This was what it was all about. This was what made life worth living. Knowing that Draco Malfoy loved him, wanted to make love to him, wanted him period. There was nothing Harry wanted more.
Draco slid back to Harry just as the other man threw his last article of clothing off the bed. He grabbed him with both hands, construct and flesh, and pulled him against his own body, lying face-to-face. He sighed at the feeling of skin against skin.
Harry shivered. This person, this man, this beautiful being was his, would always be his, and he knew it and it made him feel light headed. "I love you," he mouthed silently.
Draco smirked, using that moment to slide his tongue into Harry's mouth as he rubbed his body against his.
"Mmmm," Harry hummed into the kiss, licking along Draco's tongue and mouth, thrusting against him.
Draco swirled his tongue against Harry's as he moved his hips in a similar circular motion, thrusting his hardening cock against Harry's.
Harry hissed as Draco moved against him and he tried to get more friction, more anything. He sucked at Draco's tongue and lips like he would die without them.
Harry sucking at his tongue felt like it went straight to his cock, making him shudder. Draco ran his hand down Harry's back, fingers grasping one arse cheek hard, enjoying the feel of the flesh.
Harry gasped slightly, bringing one hand up to grasp Draco's hair. "Mmmm, please fuck me," he whispered, never breaking contact with Draco's lips. "Please, please fuck me."
"Yes," Draco gasped into his mouth, letting go of Harry's arse to Summon the lube. He was laying on his side facing Harry. He didn't want to move away from him. He managed to get the jar open and spill oil into his hand before laying it back aside. Then he reached again for Harry's arse, sliding slick fingers down the crack to his entrance.
Harry let his eyes fall shut as he tried to push back against Draco's fingers. "Yes, Draco, please," he whimpered.
"Yes, love," Draco crooned, his fingers sliding into him.
Harry let out a slow breath as he felt Draco's fingers breach him. He felt so right like this, so right with any part of Draco in him in any way.
Harry was so open, so wanting, that it didn't take long before Draco felt he was ready for him. He reached for the oil again and then between them to slick both their cocks, pressing them together with his hand.
Harry sighed quietly, kissing Draco again. Merlin, if this wasn't right, then what the fuck was? He pressed forward into Draco's hand, loving the feel of his cock pressed to Draco's.
"Wrap your upper leg around my waist," Draco said, reaching down to shift Harry a bit higher on his body.
Harry nodded and did so, pressing himself as close to Draco as he could.
Draco smiled, sliding his own right leg over Harry's lower leg so that he was half beside, half on top of Harry, his cock pressed against the other man's perineum. Reaching between them, he shifted until he could press the head into Harry's entrance.
Harry closed his eyes and clutched Draco tighter. Merlin, he really did need this. He needed it so badly. Snape had made him feel awful, but now he needed Draco to make him feel better, to make him feel like he was loved like he now knew without a doubt was true.
Draco pushed his hips up, sliding into Harry. The sensation of being surrounded by Harry made him gasp and tremble. Yes, this was it.
Harry gasped and his muscles clenched. He slowly let out the breath he had taken. "Yes," he whispered. "Love me."
"Oh, yes," Draco purred, his left arm holding Harry's body tight against him and his right hand on his hip. He rocked into him, sliding slowly in and out and feeling the slick warmth of being inside Harry. "I am inside you, always inside you," he said.
"Always inside me," Harry repeated, rocking with Draco. "Don't ever leave me, ever, please."
"Hold me inside you, Harry," Draco said as he continued his slow slide inside and out. He pressed his cheek against Harry's, so he was whispering in his ear. "You make me part of you and I don't want it any other way."
Harry shuddered again. "You'll always be a part of me," he whispered. "You always have been, even before I loved you."
Draco kissed the side of Harry's face, nuzzling him as he flexed his hips, rocking faster now, feeling the slow but powerful rise of his own orgasm and Harry's magic. "This is real," he whispered. "No one can take that away. Never doubt it."
Harry hissed quietly again, rocking faster with Draco. "No one can ever take it away," he gasped. "Not ever; never, ever."
"Always part of you, always wanted to be part of you," Draco gasped, his hand on Harry's arse as he slid deeper and faster.
"Always," Harry gasped, "Merlin alllways," he moaned, and then he came, spilling his seed between their bodies, arching and filled to the brim with love for the man inside him.
Warmth spread outward from every point of connection, flaring over them as Draco came too. He thrust deep and held himself there, holding Harry tightly. "Mine, yours, always," he whispered against Harry's face as they lay shuddering.
Harry was still and quiet except for his breathing as they both floated in that post-orgasm bliss. He didn't want to let Draco go; not ever. He wouldn't ever if he didn't have to.
Laying quietly entwined with his lover, Draco sighed happily. After a few minutes he pulled his head back to look at Harry's face.
Harry smiled softly at Draco. "Always," he said quietly, simply.
"No more doubts?" Draco asked, smiling into those green eyes.
"No more," Harry answered. "Not ever. I love you and you love me," he said confidently.
"Good," Draco said and then laughed happily. "Oh, we should probably let the rest know we made it back safe and with the locket."
Harry smiled. "Yes, probably," he said, and then he pulled Draco closer to him.
***
Harry headed into the study, where Hermione was reading and Ron was watching her. He cleared his throat.
Hermione looked up and was still for a moment before her eyes widened. "You're back already?"
Ron looked up too. "We didn't hear you come in," he said.
"We just got in," Harry said simply as he moved into the room with Draco and shut the door.
"Did you get it?" asked Hermione quietly.
Harry nodded and pulled the locket out of his pocket. He could feel the power of it.
Draco smiled at Harry's small lie, but didn't say anything. He had Regulus' journal in his hand. He walked over and sat down, opening to the place where the man had written about the locket.
Harry handed the locket over to Hermione.
She stared at it for a long moment before fingering the clasp on the side.
"How do we open it?" asked Ron.
Harry shook his head and shrugged lightly. "That's out next step. We have to figure out how to open it so we can destroy what's inside."
"Regulus didn't know either," Draco said, frowning at the text of the book.
Harry sighed. "Well, at least we have it now."
"So that man did have it?" said Hermione. "How did you get him to give it to you?"
Harry looked at the floor. "He's Dumbledore's brother," he said and then he paused. "We went to see Snape."
Hermione and Ron both gasped.
Draco closed the book and leaned back on the sofa. It had been a long day. "Yes," he added. "Aberforth Dumbledore and Severus Snape had the locket and were waiting for us to come looking for it. Snape is still working for the Order."
"What?" asked Ron, confused.
"What do you mean?" asked Hermione, her eyebrows lowered.
"He's not joking," said Harry seriously. "Snape had this whole thing planned with Dumbledore. He was supposed to kill him, on Dumbledore's orders."
Hermione and Ron both looked very confused still, their eyes wide.
Draco sighed, closing his eyes for a moment, the memory from Snape replaying in his mind. "Aberforth slipped a memory from Snape into those collected to move the Secret Keeper spell. The memory is of Dumbledore telling him he was dying. They had a plan of how to deal with my 'mission,' which we put in jeopardy."
Harry nodded. "He's still as much of bastard as always, but he does know about the Horcruxes, and he is, apparently, on our side."
"Dumbledore ordered Snape to kill him?" asked Hermione, voice quiet.
"Yes. It's hard for me to believe as well, but it all adds up. Dumbledore wouldn't have told just anyone about Horcruxes either. He had to have trusted Snape completely and without an ounce of question. It makes sense, no matter how crazy it is."
"When we have destroyed this Horcrux," Draco said, "we are to contact them again and see what information they have to help us track down the next one.”
Hermione stared at the locket again, still frowning. Ron looked dumbfounded.
"How do we open this?" she asked.
Harry sighed again. "I have no idea," he said.
"I wish we knew how the old man destroyed the Horcrux in the ring," Draco leaned forward, his brows furrowed as he thought. "The journal was destroyed with a tooth, but that obviously wouldn't have worked with the ring. Which means each one is likely to be different. To have something to do with the nature of each object."
"Destroyed with a fucking Basilisk fang, you mean," Harry said with a humourless snort. "Thing almost killed me. And you're right, they probably all will be different, but Dumbledore never told me how he destroyed the ring. All I know was that his hand was blackened from whatever he did."
"So what are the inherent properties of a locket?" Draco mused. "It is a piece of jewelry meant to hold something like a photograph or other memento of a person."
Hermione nodded. "Yes, but are there any spells or even potions that might help us get it open?"
"There are lots of spells like that," Draco answered. "The problem is that the wrong one could set off a trap. Damage the caster like what happened to Dumbledore."
"And we definitely don't want that," said Harry.
Ron was silent and staring at the locket.
"The question is, which ones do we try? If that's even what we want to do at all," said Harry.
Draco huffed. "It means back to the books for us," he sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.
Harry frowned and came to sit next to Draco and rubbed his back. "We can do it," he said. "I'll help this time."
Draco brought his hand down and raised both eyebrows. "That would be nice," he tried to say sincerely, but the smirk got in the way.
Harry smiled. "Good then," he said. "Should we get to work?"
"Tonight?" Draco asked, then nodded. "So Harry, why don't you cook dinner while Hermione and I start pulling books?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, all right," he said and he leaned in to kiss Draco's cheek quickly. "Wanna help, Ron?"
Ron snorted. "I'll watch," he said and he and Harry both got to their feet, Harry shaking his head.
Chapter Title: No Doubt
Words: 2565 Words
Once outside, Draco grabbed Harry's arm and quickly Apparated them back to the street outside 12 Grimmauld. "Inside, now," he whispered urgently.
Harry frowned and moved quickly up the steps and into the house, quietly so as not to disturb Mrs Black.
They barely cleared the doorstep when Draco Apparated them directly to their room. He nearly ripped the cloak off and then pushed Harry's hood off his head, bending down to kiss him, his lips closing over Harry's mouth and his hand at the back of his head.
Harry was a bit confused at first but kissed Draco back, still frowning, but Merlin, he needed this. He clutched Draco to him, but pulled his head back a bit. "Draco, - I - what Snape said..." he said quietly, tears threatening him again.
"Shh," Draco said, finger across Harry's mouth, then he pulled him over to the bed. His fingers fumbled with the clasp of Harry's robe but he managed to unfasten it and throw it aside. He then pressed the other man, still clothed, to the bed, wrapping his arms around him and looking into his face. "Command me. Tell me to tell you when I first knew I loved you," he told Harry.
Harry's eyes sparkled with tears. "Tell me when you first knew you loved me," he whispered.
Draco smiled, eyes also shining as a tear rolled down his cheek, "I think I always loved you. But I finally admitted it to myself that night when I first entered you – before we fought, before I told you about the serpent, before the binding."
Harry let out a gasping sob, his heart feeling like it might explode in his chest. He clutched Draco to him. He didn't have any words to express how relieved he felt.
"I am yours, I choose this," Draco said clearly to his lover. "I, Draco Malfoy, love Harry Potter and choose to be at your side. I am glad you kept me alive, even when I fought against it."
Harry was very much crying now. "I love you," he choked out, bringing his hands up to grasp the sides of Draco's face and bury them in his hair.
"Yes, yes," Draco said, holding him and petting him. "I want this so badly, I am terrified that someone will find a way to break it. He doesn't understand. He doesn't know. Please, please, Harry, don't doubt me."
"I won't," he sobbed. "I won't."
"Harry," Draco whispered, "look at me."
Harry opened his eyes and looked at Draco as best he could through his tears.
Draco smoothed away Harry's tears with his fingers, smiling at him and marvelling at how intense his feelings were for this man. "Are you mine?" He grinned.
Harry sobbed again, but it was more of a laugh. "Yes," he whispered, "very yours."
"Good, because I very much want to fuck you right now," Draco said, face suddenly very serious.
Harry looked up at Draco. "I very much want to be fucked."
Draco rolled back, working quickly to get his own clothes off, throwing them over the side of the bed as he did.
Harry began removing his clothes as well, throwing them with Draco's. This was what it was all about. This was what made life worth living. Knowing that Draco Malfoy loved him, wanted to make love to him, wanted him period. There was nothing Harry wanted more.
Draco slid back to Harry just as the other man threw his last article of clothing off the bed. He grabbed him with both hands, construct and flesh, and pulled him against his own body, lying face-to-face. He sighed at the feeling of skin against skin.
Harry shivered. This person, this man, this beautiful being was his, would always be his, and he knew it and it made him feel light headed. "I love you," he mouthed silently.
Draco smirked, using that moment to slide his tongue into Harry's mouth as he rubbed his body against his.
"Mmmm," Harry hummed into the kiss, licking along Draco's tongue and mouth, thrusting against him.
Draco swirled his tongue against Harry's as he moved his hips in a similar circular motion, thrusting his hardening cock against Harry's.
Harry hissed as Draco moved against him and he tried to get more friction, more anything. He sucked at Draco's tongue and lips like he would die without them.
Harry sucking at his tongue felt like it went straight to his cock, making him shudder. Draco ran his hand down Harry's back, fingers grasping one arse cheek hard, enjoying the feel of the flesh.
Harry gasped slightly, bringing one hand up to grasp Draco's hair. "Mmmm, please fuck me," he whispered, never breaking contact with Draco's lips. "Please, please fuck me."
"Yes," Draco gasped into his mouth, letting go of Harry's arse to Summon the lube. He was laying on his side facing Harry. He didn't want to move away from him. He managed to get the jar open and spill oil into his hand before laying it back aside. Then he reached again for Harry's arse, sliding slick fingers down the crack to his entrance.
Harry let his eyes fall shut as he tried to push back against Draco's fingers. "Yes, Draco, please," he whimpered.
"Yes, love," Draco crooned, his fingers sliding into him.
Harry let out a slow breath as he felt Draco's fingers breach him. He felt so right like this, so right with any part of Draco in him in any way.
Harry was so open, so wanting, that it didn't take long before Draco felt he was ready for him. He reached for the oil again and then between them to slick both their cocks, pressing them together with his hand.
Harry sighed quietly, kissing Draco again. Merlin, if this wasn't right, then what the fuck was? He pressed forward into Draco's hand, loving the feel of his cock pressed to Draco's.
"Wrap your upper leg around my waist," Draco said, reaching down to shift Harry a bit higher on his body.
Harry nodded and did so, pressing himself as close to Draco as he could.
Draco smiled, sliding his own right leg over Harry's lower leg so that he was half beside, half on top of Harry, his cock pressed against the other man's perineum. Reaching between them, he shifted until he could press the head into Harry's entrance.
Harry closed his eyes and clutched Draco tighter. Merlin, he really did need this. He needed it so badly. Snape had made him feel awful, but now he needed Draco to make him feel better, to make him feel like he was loved like he now knew without a doubt was true.
Draco pushed his hips up, sliding into Harry. The sensation of being surrounded by Harry made him gasp and tremble. Yes, this was it.
Harry gasped and his muscles clenched. He slowly let out the breath he had taken. "Yes," he whispered. "Love me."
"Oh, yes," Draco purred, his left arm holding Harry's body tight against him and his right hand on his hip. He rocked into him, sliding slowly in and out and feeling the slick warmth of being inside Harry. "I am inside you, always inside you," he said.
"Always inside me," Harry repeated, rocking with Draco. "Don't ever leave me, ever, please."
"Hold me inside you, Harry," Draco said as he continued his slow slide inside and out. He pressed his cheek against Harry's, so he was whispering in his ear. "You make me part of you and I don't want it any other way."
Harry shuddered again. "You'll always be a part of me," he whispered. "You always have been, even before I loved you."
Draco kissed the side of Harry's face, nuzzling him as he flexed his hips, rocking faster now, feeling the slow but powerful rise of his own orgasm and Harry's magic. "This is real," he whispered. "No one can take that away. Never doubt it."
Harry hissed quietly again, rocking faster with Draco. "No one can ever take it away," he gasped. "Not ever; never, ever."
"Always part of you, always wanted to be part of you," Draco gasped, his hand on Harry's arse as he slid deeper and faster.
"Always," Harry gasped, "Merlin alllways," he moaned, and then he came, spilling his seed between their bodies, arching and filled to the brim with love for the man inside him.
Warmth spread outward from every point of connection, flaring over them as Draco came too. He thrust deep and held himself there, holding Harry tightly. "Mine, yours, always," he whispered against Harry's face as they lay shuddering.
Harry was still and quiet except for his breathing as they both floated in that post-orgasm bliss. He didn't want to let Draco go; not ever. He wouldn't ever if he didn't have to.
Laying quietly entwined with his lover, Draco sighed happily. After a few minutes he pulled his head back to look at Harry's face.
Harry smiled softly at Draco. "Always," he said quietly, simply.
"No more doubts?" Draco asked, smiling into those green eyes.
"No more," Harry answered. "Not ever. I love you and you love me," he said confidently.
"Good," Draco said and then laughed happily. "Oh, we should probably let the rest know we made it back safe and with the locket."
Harry smiled. "Yes, probably," he said, and then he pulled Draco closer to him.
***
Harry headed into the study, where Hermione was reading and Ron was watching her. He cleared his throat.
Hermione looked up and was still for a moment before her eyes widened. "You're back already?"
Ron looked up too. "We didn't hear you come in," he said.
"We just got in," Harry said simply as he moved into the room with Draco and shut the door.
"Did you get it?" asked Hermione quietly.
Harry nodded and pulled the locket out of his pocket. He could feel the power of it.
Draco smiled at Harry's small lie, but didn't say anything. He had Regulus' journal in his hand. He walked over and sat down, opening to the place where the man had written about the locket.
Harry handed the locket over to Hermione.
She stared at it for a long moment before fingering the clasp on the side.
"How do we open it?" asked Ron.
Harry shook his head and shrugged lightly. "That's out next step. We have to figure out how to open it so we can destroy what's inside."
"Regulus didn't know either," Draco said, frowning at the text of the book.
Harry sighed. "Well, at least we have it now."
"So that man did have it?" said Hermione. "How did you get him to give it to you?"
Harry looked at the floor. "He's Dumbledore's brother," he said and then he paused. "We went to see Snape."
Hermione and Ron both gasped.
Draco closed the book and leaned back on the sofa. It had been a long day. "Yes," he added. "Aberforth Dumbledore and Severus Snape had the locket and were waiting for us to come looking for it. Snape is still working for the Order."
"What?" asked Ron, confused.
"What do you mean?" asked Hermione, her eyebrows lowered.
"He's not joking," said Harry seriously. "Snape had this whole thing planned with Dumbledore. He was supposed to kill him, on Dumbledore's orders."
Hermione and Ron both looked very confused still, their eyes wide.
Draco sighed, closing his eyes for a moment, the memory from Snape replaying in his mind. "Aberforth slipped a memory from Snape into those collected to move the Secret Keeper spell. The memory is of Dumbledore telling him he was dying. They had a plan of how to deal with my 'mission,' which we put in jeopardy."
Harry nodded. "He's still as much of bastard as always, but he does know about the Horcruxes, and he is, apparently, on our side."
"Dumbledore ordered Snape to kill him?" asked Hermione, voice quiet.
"Yes. It's hard for me to believe as well, but it all adds up. Dumbledore wouldn't have told just anyone about Horcruxes either. He had to have trusted Snape completely and without an ounce of question. It makes sense, no matter how crazy it is."
"When we have destroyed this Horcrux," Draco said, "we are to contact them again and see what information they have to help us track down the next one.”
Hermione stared at the locket again, still frowning. Ron looked dumbfounded.
"How do we open this?" she asked.
Harry sighed again. "I have no idea," he said.
"I wish we knew how the old man destroyed the Horcrux in the ring," Draco leaned forward, his brows furrowed as he thought. "The journal was destroyed with a tooth, but that obviously wouldn't have worked with the ring. Which means each one is likely to be different. To have something to do with the nature of each object."
"Destroyed with a fucking Basilisk fang, you mean," Harry said with a humourless snort. "Thing almost killed me. And you're right, they probably all will be different, but Dumbledore never told me how he destroyed the ring. All I know was that his hand was blackened from whatever he did."
"So what are the inherent properties of a locket?" Draco mused. "It is a piece of jewelry meant to hold something like a photograph or other memento of a person."
Hermione nodded. "Yes, but are there any spells or even potions that might help us get it open?"
"There are lots of spells like that," Draco answered. "The problem is that the wrong one could set off a trap. Damage the caster like what happened to Dumbledore."
"And we definitely don't want that," said Harry.
Ron was silent and staring at the locket.
"The question is, which ones do we try? If that's even what we want to do at all," said Harry.
Draco huffed. "It means back to the books for us," he sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.
Harry frowned and came to sit next to Draco and rubbed his back. "We can do it," he said. "I'll help this time."
Draco brought his hand down and raised both eyebrows. "That would be nice," he tried to say sincerely, but the smirk got in the way.
Harry smiled. "Good then," he said. "Should we get to work?"
"Tonight?" Draco asked, then nodded. "So Harry, why don't you cook dinner while Hermione and I start pulling books?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, all right," he said and he leaned in to kiss Draco's cheek quickly. "Wanna help, Ron?"
Ron snorted. "I'll watch," he said and he and Harry both got to their feet, Harry shaking his head.