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On the Tip of My Tongue
Chapter Number/Total: 31/44
Chapter Title: On the Tip of My Tongue
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Harry was still tired and it was noon. He'd been researching everything he could think of with Draco, Ron and Hermione for two days now, both days of endless books heading late into the night. He yawned as he made his way down to the kitchen with Draco, still in his pyjamas and his hair a complete mess.
"Oh, good morning, Harry dear, or should I say good afternoon?"
Mrs Weasley was standing in the kitchen, laying bacon, eggs and toast out on the table.
"Er ... Morning ..." said Harry. "Did you say you were coming over? Not that I mind, I just wasn't expecting you."
"Oh, no, I didn't say I was coming over. You lot got your Hogwarts letters today, so I figured I'd come and give them to you. And I suppose we should probably head off to Diagon Ally as well. Oh, hello, Draco," Mrs Weasley said.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Uh, hello, Mrs Weasley." He happily began piling food on a plate. He had missed Mrs Weasley's cooking.
"Hogwarts is opening?" Harry asked, coming to sit next to Draco.
"Yes, isn't that wonderful news?" asked Mrs Weasley happily. "I was so afraid that it wouldn't. How would you all get your education then?"
"Er..." said Harry.
"Where is my son?"
"Um, he must be still sleeping," said Harry.
Mrs Weasley huffed. "Well, that's not surprising," she said.
Just then, Hermione entered the room. "Oh, you two are finally up?" she asked, already dressed.
Harry nodded and Hermione came and sat next to him.
Mrs Weasley went back over to the counter to get tea and Hermione leaned in close to whisper to Harry and Draco. "I haven't told her we're not going yet," she said.
Draco was wondering if he should eat faster and take cover in the study or stay to watch the show. He chose to eat faster, just in case. He nearly burned his tongue on his tea.
Mrs Weasley chattered on about Hogwarts for another ten minutes, Harry feeling increasingly and increasingly guilty.
Ron finally came in, looking even more tousled than Harry. "Mum?" he asked though a huge yawn.
"Yes, good afternoon, Ron."
"What're you doing here?" Ron asked, shuffling across the kitchen and flopping down in a chair.
"Your Hogwarts letters came today."
Ron raised his eyebrows and without missing a beat said, "Oh, we're not going back to Hogwarts."
Harry winced, waiting for the explosion.
Draco had eaten breakfast in record time and gulped the last of his tea, preparing to make a hasty exit. He glanced between the others, one eyebrow raised.
Mrs Weasley laughed. "What?" she asked. "That's a rather pointless joke to make, don't you think?"
"Er ... I'm not joking, Mum ..." said Ron.
Mrs Weasley's eyes narrowed just slightly. "Why do you say you're not going back to Hogwarts?" she asked.
Harry closed his eyes.
"Er ... we're too busy with the Order," said Ron.
"Your education is important, Ronald Weasley, and you are going back to school, Order or not."
"Erm, no we're not, Mum."
It was, at the moment, vaguely amusing to watch, but Draco was pretty sure that the volume was going to get painfully high. He had heard Mrs Weasley's howlers across the Hall at Hogwarts. He had his calm disinterested face on and he tried to unobtrusively get up from the table to leave the room.
Harry turned his head when Draco got to his feet and gave him a please-don't-leave-me-here-alone face.
"You will so go back to Hogwarts!" Mrs Weasley screeched. "You're all going! You can't simply skip your last year of school! That doesn't even make any sense!"
Ron swallowed, but looked up at Mrs Weasley with something like determination on his face. "Mum, we're not going and there's nothing you can do to make us. We're all seventeen."
Mrs Weasley's eyes flashed dangerously.
Harry wondered if he could escape the room too.
Draco gave Harry a shake of his head and raised eyebrows that tried to convey, "Not my battle," or so he hoped. He walked as calmly toward the door as possible, hoping Mrs Weasley would be too focused on Ron to bother with him.
"Where do you think you're going?" Mrs Weasley snapped at Draco.
Harry groaned. If Draco couldn't escape, he certainly couldn't.
"Are you and Hermione not going either? I would think that you two would want to go back to school. This is absolutely preposterous!" Mrs Weasley exclaimed.
Draco froze, turning his head to look at the woman. "I have research to do," he told her.
"Oh, all this research! Research for what?!" Mrs Weasley continued loudly. "You're all too young to be dealing with this! Far too young. You're not even out of Hogwarts yet and you've been working for the Order since the day you came here! You need to go back to school!"
"Mrs Weasley, I - It's very important that we stay here. We can't go back to school, not with Voldemort still at large and such a threat," said Harry.
Mrs Weasley turned on him now. "It was mad of everyone to make you the leader, Harry. You should not have to deal with this!"
"I'm the only one who can. Draco has to stay with me, and Ron and Hermione are helping me immensely." Harry sighed. "I know how you must feel, but this really is very important."
Draco leaned against the wall, not leaving, but not returning to the centre of the argument. He wondered what his parents would have to say about all this. "Harry is the leader. He didn't choose it. Voldemort did," Draco said in a clear, calm voice.
Harry looked over at Draco. It was the first time he had ever heard him say the name.
"Why does that mean you can't go back to school for a year?" asked Mrs Weasley. "What difference will it make for you to go back to school for only a year?"
"It can make all the difference in the world. It will make all the difference," said Harry.
"Trust him," Draco said, still in that calm voice. "Trust the three of them. They know what they are doing."
"Yeah, Mum. You know I wouldn't just not go to school. You know I have a good reason. Do you want Harry to fight this alone?" said Ron.
Mrs Weasley stood frowning at them all. "Well of course not, but ... I just ... Your schooling is so important," she tried.
"But this is more important," said Ron.
Mrs Weasley tried to argue with them for at least another ten minutes before finally giving in with a huff. "Oh, fine, but I'm talking to your father about this," she warned. She passed out all of their letters anyway.
Hermione obviously held back tears as she opened her letter and found out that she had been made Head Girl. She tried to play it off like it was no big deal, that she didn't care she wasn't going back to school, but her eyes sparkled with unshed tears.
Harry felt very bad for her and a tad guilty, but he kept his mouth shut.
Draco didn't open the letter, folding it and putting in his pocket instead.
Harry opened his letter rather carelessly, though he did feel a slight ache as he looked over the list of books. Though he found that overall, he felt sort of detached from school. It wasn't his place anymore - not now anyway. He wanted to go back to school, but he couldn't. He had to kill Voldemort, as soon as possible, so that no more lives could be taken, so that they could all live normally again, without the fear that they would come home to dead family members and loved ones. And he wanted to kill Voldemort. He wouldn't be able to rest until he was dead. He was the reason he had no parents, he was the reason his godfather was dead, he was the reason for Bill's face being disfigured and the reason that Draco didn't have an arm. He had to kill him, he wanted to, so badly it hurt sometimes.
Draco noticed the shift in Harry's mood and walked up behind him, laying his hands on his shoulders and giving them a gentle squeeze.
Harry smiled gently and brought one hand up to rest on one of Draco's. It was nice that he could read him and sense him so well.
***
Mrs Weasley had finally left with a list of shopping items they would need for "not returning to school." And the rest of them had settled back into the gruelling task of research - otherwise known as pounding one's head against stone, Draco thought. He was getting increasingly sure they wouldn't find what they were looking for between the covers of a book.
Harry dropped the book he was holding to the floor and closed his eyes. "This is nearly pointless," he said.
Hermione bit her lip. She looked very upset to see that books were failing her.
Draco began pacing around the room - again. "It's a locket, a compartmental piece of jewelry with a latch on the side." He started babbling what he knew. "It comes from the Old French, locquet, meaning latch."
Harry shrugged. "What does it matter where the word came from?" he asked.
"I don't bloody well know, do I?" Draco snapped at him. "We don't have a fucking clue and I think my eyes are going to wither in their sockets at this rate!" he shouted.
Harry scowled at Draco. "Don't yell at me!" he said. "I don't fucking know anything either! And I have a fucking headache!"
The compulsion hit him before he could respond and Draco nearly tripped in response. He scowled at Harry and left the room quickly, slamming the door behind him.
Harry groaned and got to his feet to go after Draco.
"Harry, maybe you should just let him-" Hermione began, but Harry ignored her and left the room.
"Draco, wait, please," he said, trying to catch up with the blond.
The slammed door woke the portrait and Draco headed straight for the screaming visage of Mrs Black. "Selfish old wind bag, shut the fuck up!" he yelled at her, finding relief that the compulsion had been specific to only Harry.
"Filthy blood-traitor scum!" screamed Mrs Black. "Not fit to live! Not worthy of the blood that flows through your veins!"
Harry's head throbbed with all the noise. He came around the corner to watch Draco yell at the portrait. "Draco," he said, rubbing his temples. "Draco, please."
"And all your blood is dead and ash!" Draco retorted. "Killed by your own hatred!"
Harry sighed as Mrs Black continued to scream nonsense. "Draco, please," he tried again.
Draco knew it was juvenile and useless, but he was taking out his frustration on the portrait. He couldn't even hear Harry over the old woman and his own yelling.
Harry couldn't take the yelling anymore. He started to walk past Draco to climb the stairs and go up to their room, rubbing his forehead as he went.
Draco was startled by Harry, but grabbed him as he tried to pass him. He shoved the other man against the wall across from the portrait and kissed him.
Mrs Black got even louder, screaming madly with rage.
Harry gasped and kissed Draco back. "What the hell?" he whispered against his lips, his eyes sliding half-way closed.
Draco pressed Harry's body against the wall, closing his mouth over Harry's again.
Harry's hands automatically found their way into Draco's hair and he pressed forward into him.
Draco's hand slid down to cup Harry's arse, as the construct braced against the wall. The painting continued to scream obscenities at them.
Harry moaned into Draco's mouth. "Shit, Draco, I think we should go upstairs," he panted before he brought their mouths together again.
Draco was startled by laughter. He looked up to see Remus standing in the doorway shaking his head and laughing.
Harry gasped and pulled his mouth away from Draco's quickly. His face flushed as he thought about the last time Lupin had made an appearance in his mind while aroused.
Draco laughed, too, and winked at Remus. He pulled Harry against his own body and Apparated them to their bedroom.
Harry's face was still flushed when they arrived in the room, but he kissed Draco again before whispering, "You can yell at me now," with a smirk.
The blond smirked at him. "Good. I might still need that."
Harry reached straight for Draco's trousers and he pulled them right down and then pushed him down onto the bed. He ripped his own shirt off and then dropped his pants as well before reaching forward and pulling Draco's underwear down to join the trousers on the floor.
Draco was still laughing quietly as Harry took control. He smiled up at him and spread himself, waiting to see what he would do next.
"Fuck," Harry growled at the sight before him. He was on Draco quickly after that, running his eager hands across every inch of pale skin he could reach, his mouth closing over Draco's and his tongue slipping right inside.
Draco shivered as Harry eager hands caressed him and he opened his mouth to this lover's tongue.
Harry wondered for a moment how they'd even ended up here in this bed. It seemed as though almost every argument or little fight they had led to sex. Harry wasn't complaining. "You like getting me angry, don't you?" he whispered in Draco's ear before licking along the outside of it. Draco had already told him he liked it, but Harry asked anyway.
Draco shivered, whimpering at the intensity in Harry's voice. Yes, very much, he thought.
Harry smirked and continued the movements of his tongue over Draco's skin, making his way down to Draco's neck. He sucked there until there was a mark and grinned before he picked his body up off of Draco so that there were only centimetres between them. "Scoot up the bed more and turn around," he said, voice still low and almost dangerous sounding. He knew their skin would slide together when Draco moved.
"Yes," Draco whispered. His skin tingled as Harry's magic moved over him and forced compliance from him.
Harry held his hand out and Summoned lubricant, watching Draco. He unscrewed the lid and dipped his fingers inside. "Lift your arse up for me," he said, moving the lube between his fingers.
Draco was panting, feeling strangely comforted by the way Harry's magic manipulated his body. It almost felt like the magic held him, moved him in the same way his hands, mouth and body did.
Harry moved up behind Draco, upright and on his knees. He stared down at him, eyes roaming over all that skin, the lean muscles, the small bumps in Draco's spine. He loved everything about him. He trailed his clean hand across Draco's back and his oiled fingers slowly toward Draco's entrance. He didn't tease, just slipped the first inside. "You're beautiful," he said, and it still sounded dangerous somehow. "Gorgeous and mine."
"Yes, yours." Draco sighed at both the words and the feeling of Harry's finger entering him. He could feel the power of Harry's gaze and his voice.
Harry bent forward, slipping another finger inside to join the first, and kissed Draco's skin just below his shoulder. "Draco, I'm going to fuck you, because you're mine, and it will never change. I'm going to fuck you for the rest of my life, every day for the rest of my life because you're mine."
"Yes, please, yes," Draco begged, trembling and held in place by Harry's magic and his heart beating fast at Harry's words.
Harry kissed Draco once more and then was upright again. He pulled his fingers away and used the excess oil on them to slick himself. He gripped Draco's hips, not nearly enough to hurt, but firmly, and positioned him where he wanted him. Grasping his own cock, he moved forward and pressed against Draco's opening for just a second before sliding in slowly, completely.
Draco gasped and moaned as his lover slid inside him. Harry's magic surrounded him and filled him, making his nerves vibrate with it.
Harry let his eyes close and he took a few steady, even breaths before pulling out again. He wanted this to be gentle, but he wanted it to be a good fuck too, and so he found a rhythm quickly, one that wasn't fast, but hard. His eyes were still closed and he was panting now as he moved his hips.
"Yes, tell me," Draco gasped, enjoying the deep penetration. He wanted Harry's words too.
Harry's eyes opened and they focused in on the first thing he saw: the headboard. Nearly everything in the Black house had some sort of snake something or other adorning it. The furniture in this room was no different. Wrapped around the wooden bars on the headboard, and around the posts of the bed were snakes. Harry stared at one of the snakes, and not even meaning to, he hissed out, "I could do this forever," but it wasn't in English.
Draco heard the sibilant sound of Harry speaking in Parseltongue and shivered, the magic and the sound making his cock twitch even more.
It was then that Harry remembered he had done this before and that those two other times, it had been what had put Draco over the edge. He grinned and lowered his torso over Draco's back to whisper in his ear. "You completely undo me," he said. "You make me want to drop to my knees wherever we are; you make me want to bend over when you give me that look you have, and I want to fuck you all the fucking time. You drive me insane."
Draco's body shuddered, clenching around Harry's cock. "Yes, yes," he hissed.
Harry gasped, but kept his hips moving and he continued whispering into Draco's ear. "I've never told you that I wanked over you once in school, have I?" he said, his words feeling powerful even to him. "Fifth year, wanking over Mandy Brocklehurst and her pretty blonde hair. You and I had fought that day and her hair reminded me of you. Suddenly you were in my mind and you wouldn't fucking leave, but my hand wouldn't stop. I'd never come so hard during a wank in my life."
Draco was writhing under Harry now, the magic holding him in place while his body shuddered and he moaned. He couldn't understand the words but his body felt the power of them.
Harry was gasping as he spoke now, his hips moving faster despite having decided to move slow. "I fucking hated you. I hated you so much and you couldn't be inside my head while I tossed off. You couldn't. I never wanked over another blonde. Now I'd fucking lick your come off the floor just because it's your's. Funny, isn't it?"
"P-please," Draco begged, not even sure what he was begging for except for more of whatever Harry was doing to him.
Harry gasped again. "Merlin, I don't know what I would have done to someone if they had told me that I'd one day let you fuck me. That I'd one day get to my knees and suck your prick until you came in my mouth. That I'd love it. Because, Merlin, I fucking love it. I'd let you fuck me on the kitchen table right now if you wanted."
The sound slithered over Draco's skin, making Harry's magic feel like a caress over every inch of him. Draco couldn't hold back any more. He screamed, coming hard. His body shuddered and clenched around Harry.
Harry's hands gabbed the covers beneath them as Draco came. "I fucking love that too," he said in English, right before he was coming as well, still thrusting. He had no breath at all, having been hissing out words and thrusting hard and fast. He collapsed, exhausted and utterly spent.
"Oh, yes, I do, too," Draco whispered, barely able to breathe. He was still held in place, with Harry collapsed on top of him.
Harry couldn't remember what he had commanded and wasn't going to even try to attempt to. "You don't have to do whatever it was I recently commanded you," he said breathlessly, still on top of Draco.
Draco laughed as the magic released him and his body slid flat on the bed under his lover.
Harry smiled and gently rolled off of Draco to rest on his back, still breathing heavily. "Holy shit," he said, looking up at the green of the canopy.
Draco lay face down on the bed, only able to turn his head to look at Harry. The afterglow of orgasm and magic made the world seem soft and faraway.
Harry let a huge breath out slowly and turned to look at Draco. He didn't say anything, just smiled.
"Someday," Draco whispered, "you will have to tell me what it was you said.”
Harry nodded, still smiling. He rolled over and moved nearer to Draco so that their faces were very close. "I will," he said.
Suddenly, Draco's eyes widened and then seem to roll back in his head. "Oh, merde!" Then he was rolling out of bed.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked, turning on his side to look at Draco.
Draco was pacing again, now naked and seeming not to notice or care. "That's it," he was saying excitedly. "It can't be that simple, can it?"
Harry raised both eyebrows now and sat up. "What?" he asked again.
Draco turned to Harry, his face showing excitement. "The locket. It belonged to Slytherin! It has the 'S' blazoned on it. An 'S' that looks almost like a snake."
"Well, it would, wouldn't it?" Harry said, scratching his head.
"Don't you see?" Draco was grabbing his robe now. "He wouldn't even need to add a locking spell to it! It was a Slytherin heirloom. It was probably made to only open for someone who could command it to -- in Parseltongue!" He hurriedly put his robe on and tied it closed.
Harry's eyes widened. "You think so?" he asked excitedly, getting out of bed now to. He looked around for pyjama bottoms that he knew were laying around somewhere.
"Hurry," Draco said, picking up the pyjamas from where Harry had left them at the foot of the bed and throwing them at him.
Harry caught them and slipped them on, nearly falling in his haste. "Just Apparate us," he said.
"Lazy arse," Draco said with a sneer as he grabbed his lover around the waist and Apparated them to the hall outside the study. He didn't even know if Hermione and Ron were still in there.
Chapter Title: On the Tip of My Tongue
Words: 3847 Words
Harry was still tired and it was noon. He'd been researching everything he could think of with Draco, Ron and Hermione for two days now, both days of endless books heading late into the night. He yawned as he made his way down to the kitchen with Draco, still in his pyjamas and his hair a complete mess.
"Oh, good morning, Harry dear, or should I say good afternoon?"
Mrs Weasley was standing in the kitchen, laying bacon, eggs and toast out on the table.
"Er ... Morning ..." said Harry. "Did you say you were coming over? Not that I mind, I just wasn't expecting you."
"Oh, no, I didn't say I was coming over. You lot got your Hogwarts letters today, so I figured I'd come and give them to you. And I suppose we should probably head off to Diagon Ally as well. Oh, hello, Draco," Mrs Weasley said.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Uh, hello, Mrs Weasley." He happily began piling food on a plate. He had missed Mrs Weasley's cooking.
"Hogwarts is opening?" Harry asked, coming to sit next to Draco.
"Yes, isn't that wonderful news?" asked Mrs Weasley happily. "I was so afraid that it wouldn't. How would you all get your education then?"
"Er..." said Harry.
"Where is my son?"
"Um, he must be still sleeping," said Harry.
Mrs Weasley huffed. "Well, that's not surprising," she said.
Just then, Hermione entered the room. "Oh, you two are finally up?" she asked, already dressed.
Harry nodded and Hermione came and sat next to him.
Mrs Weasley went back over to the counter to get tea and Hermione leaned in close to whisper to Harry and Draco. "I haven't told her we're not going yet," she said.
Draco was wondering if he should eat faster and take cover in the study or stay to watch the show. He chose to eat faster, just in case. He nearly burned his tongue on his tea.
Mrs Weasley chattered on about Hogwarts for another ten minutes, Harry feeling increasingly and increasingly guilty.
Ron finally came in, looking even more tousled than Harry. "Mum?" he asked though a huge yawn.
"Yes, good afternoon, Ron."
"What're you doing here?" Ron asked, shuffling across the kitchen and flopping down in a chair.
"Your Hogwarts letters came today."
Ron raised his eyebrows and without missing a beat said, "Oh, we're not going back to Hogwarts."
Harry winced, waiting for the explosion.
Draco had eaten breakfast in record time and gulped the last of his tea, preparing to make a hasty exit. He glanced between the others, one eyebrow raised.
Mrs Weasley laughed. "What?" she asked. "That's a rather pointless joke to make, don't you think?"
"Er ... I'm not joking, Mum ..." said Ron.
Mrs Weasley's eyes narrowed just slightly. "Why do you say you're not going back to Hogwarts?" she asked.
Harry closed his eyes.
"Er ... we're too busy with the Order," said Ron.
"Your education is important, Ronald Weasley, and you are going back to school, Order or not."
"Erm, no we're not, Mum."
It was, at the moment, vaguely amusing to watch, but Draco was pretty sure that the volume was going to get painfully high. He had heard Mrs Weasley's howlers across the Hall at Hogwarts. He had his calm disinterested face on and he tried to unobtrusively get up from the table to leave the room.
Harry turned his head when Draco got to his feet and gave him a please-don't-leave-me-here-alone face.
"You will so go back to Hogwarts!" Mrs Weasley screeched. "You're all going! You can't simply skip your last year of school! That doesn't even make any sense!"
Ron swallowed, but looked up at Mrs Weasley with something like determination on his face. "Mum, we're not going and there's nothing you can do to make us. We're all seventeen."
Mrs Weasley's eyes flashed dangerously.
Harry wondered if he could escape the room too.
Draco gave Harry a shake of his head and raised eyebrows that tried to convey, "Not my battle," or so he hoped. He walked as calmly toward the door as possible, hoping Mrs Weasley would be too focused on Ron to bother with him.
"Where do you think you're going?" Mrs Weasley snapped at Draco.
Harry groaned. If Draco couldn't escape, he certainly couldn't.
"Are you and Hermione not going either? I would think that you two would want to go back to school. This is absolutely preposterous!" Mrs Weasley exclaimed.
Draco froze, turning his head to look at the woman. "I have research to do," he told her.
"Oh, all this research! Research for what?!" Mrs Weasley continued loudly. "You're all too young to be dealing with this! Far too young. You're not even out of Hogwarts yet and you've been working for the Order since the day you came here! You need to go back to school!"
"Mrs Weasley, I - It's very important that we stay here. We can't go back to school, not with Voldemort still at large and such a threat," said Harry.
Mrs Weasley turned on him now. "It was mad of everyone to make you the leader, Harry. You should not have to deal with this!"
"I'm the only one who can. Draco has to stay with me, and Ron and Hermione are helping me immensely." Harry sighed. "I know how you must feel, but this really is very important."
Draco leaned against the wall, not leaving, but not returning to the centre of the argument. He wondered what his parents would have to say about all this. "Harry is the leader. He didn't choose it. Voldemort did," Draco said in a clear, calm voice.
Harry looked over at Draco. It was the first time he had ever heard him say the name.
"Why does that mean you can't go back to school for a year?" asked Mrs Weasley. "What difference will it make for you to go back to school for only a year?"
"It can make all the difference in the world. It will make all the difference," said Harry.
"Trust him," Draco said, still in that calm voice. "Trust the three of them. They know what they are doing."
"Yeah, Mum. You know I wouldn't just not go to school. You know I have a good reason. Do you want Harry to fight this alone?" said Ron.
Mrs Weasley stood frowning at them all. "Well of course not, but ... I just ... Your schooling is so important," she tried.
"But this is more important," said Ron.
Mrs Weasley tried to argue with them for at least another ten minutes before finally giving in with a huff. "Oh, fine, but I'm talking to your father about this," she warned. She passed out all of their letters anyway.
Hermione obviously held back tears as she opened her letter and found out that she had been made Head Girl. She tried to play it off like it was no big deal, that she didn't care she wasn't going back to school, but her eyes sparkled with unshed tears.
Harry felt very bad for her and a tad guilty, but he kept his mouth shut.
Draco didn't open the letter, folding it and putting in his pocket instead.
Harry opened his letter rather carelessly, though he did feel a slight ache as he looked over the list of books. Though he found that overall, he felt sort of detached from school. It wasn't his place anymore - not now anyway. He wanted to go back to school, but he couldn't. He had to kill Voldemort, as soon as possible, so that no more lives could be taken, so that they could all live normally again, without the fear that they would come home to dead family members and loved ones. And he wanted to kill Voldemort. He wouldn't be able to rest until he was dead. He was the reason he had no parents, he was the reason his godfather was dead, he was the reason for Bill's face being disfigured and the reason that Draco didn't have an arm. He had to kill him, he wanted to, so badly it hurt sometimes.
Draco noticed the shift in Harry's mood and walked up behind him, laying his hands on his shoulders and giving them a gentle squeeze.
Harry smiled gently and brought one hand up to rest on one of Draco's. It was nice that he could read him and sense him so well.
***
Mrs Weasley had finally left with a list of shopping items they would need for "not returning to school." And the rest of them had settled back into the gruelling task of research - otherwise known as pounding one's head against stone, Draco thought. He was getting increasingly sure they wouldn't find what they were looking for between the covers of a book.
Harry dropped the book he was holding to the floor and closed his eyes. "This is nearly pointless," he said.
Hermione bit her lip. She looked very upset to see that books were failing her.
Draco began pacing around the room - again. "It's a locket, a compartmental piece of jewelry with a latch on the side." He started babbling what he knew. "It comes from the Old French, locquet, meaning latch."
Harry shrugged. "What does it matter where the word came from?" he asked.
"I don't bloody well know, do I?" Draco snapped at him. "We don't have a fucking clue and I think my eyes are going to wither in their sockets at this rate!" he shouted.
Harry scowled at Draco. "Don't yell at me!" he said. "I don't fucking know anything either! And I have a fucking headache!"
The compulsion hit him before he could respond and Draco nearly tripped in response. He scowled at Harry and left the room quickly, slamming the door behind him.
Harry groaned and got to his feet to go after Draco.
"Harry, maybe you should just let him-" Hermione began, but Harry ignored her and left the room.
"Draco, wait, please," he said, trying to catch up with the blond.
The slammed door woke the portrait and Draco headed straight for the screaming visage of Mrs Black. "Selfish old wind bag, shut the fuck up!" he yelled at her, finding relief that the compulsion had been specific to only Harry.
"Filthy blood-traitor scum!" screamed Mrs Black. "Not fit to live! Not worthy of the blood that flows through your veins!"
Harry's head throbbed with all the noise. He came around the corner to watch Draco yell at the portrait. "Draco," he said, rubbing his temples. "Draco, please."
"And all your blood is dead and ash!" Draco retorted. "Killed by your own hatred!"
Harry sighed as Mrs Black continued to scream nonsense. "Draco, please," he tried again.
Draco knew it was juvenile and useless, but he was taking out his frustration on the portrait. He couldn't even hear Harry over the old woman and his own yelling.
Harry couldn't take the yelling anymore. He started to walk past Draco to climb the stairs and go up to their room, rubbing his forehead as he went.
Draco was startled by Harry, but grabbed him as he tried to pass him. He shoved the other man against the wall across from the portrait and kissed him.
Mrs Black got even louder, screaming madly with rage.
Harry gasped and kissed Draco back. "What the hell?" he whispered against his lips, his eyes sliding half-way closed.
Draco pressed Harry's body against the wall, closing his mouth over Harry's again.
Harry's hands automatically found their way into Draco's hair and he pressed forward into him.
Draco's hand slid down to cup Harry's arse, as the construct braced against the wall. The painting continued to scream obscenities at them.
Harry moaned into Draco's mouth. "Shit, Draco, I think we should go upstairs," he panted before he brought their mouths together again.
Draco was startled by laughter. He looked up to see Remus standing in the doorway shaking his head and laughing.
Harry gasped and pulled his mouth away from Draco's quickly. His face flushed as he thought about the last time Lupin had made an appearance in his mind while aroused.
Draco laughed, too, and winked at Remus. He pulled Harry against his own body and Apparated them to their bedroom.
Harry's face was still flushed when they arrived in the room, but he kissed Draco again before whispering, "You can yell at me now," with a smirk.
The blond smirked at him. "Good. I might still need that."
Harry reached straight for Draco's trousers and he pulled them right down and then pushed him down onto the bed. He ripped his own shirt off and then dropped his pants as well before reaching forward and pulling Draco's underwear down to join the trousers on the floor.
Draco was still laughing quietly as Harry took control. He smiled up at him and spread himself, waiting to see what he would do next.
"Fuck," Harry growled at the sight before him. He was on Draco quickly after that, running his eager hands across every inch of pale skin he could reach, his mouth closing over Draco's and his tongue slipping right inside.
Draco shivered as Harry eager hands caressed him and he opened his mouth to this lover's tongue.
Harry wondered for a moment how they'd even ended up here in this bed. It seemed as though almost every argument or little fight they had led to sex. Harry wasn't complaining. "You like getting me angry, don't you?" he whispered in Draco's ear before licking along the outside of it. Draco had already told him he liked it, but Harry asked anyway.
Draco shivered, whimpering at the intensity in Harry's voice. Yes, very much, he thought.
Harry smirked and continued the movements of his tongue over Draco's skin, making his way down to Draco's neck. He sucked there until there was a mark and grinned before he picked his body up off of Draco so that there were only centimetres between them. "Scoot up the bed more and turn around," he said, voice still low and almost dangerous sounding. He knew their skin would slide together when Draco moved.
"Yes," Draco whispered. His skin tingled as Harry's magic moved over him and forced compliance from him.
Harry held his hand out and Summoned lubricant, watching Draco. He unscrewed the lid and dipped his fingers inside. "Lift your arse up for me," he said, moving the lube between his fingers.
Draco was panting, feeling strangely comforted by the way Harry's magic manipulated his body. It almost felt like the magic held him, moved him in the same way his hands, mouth and body did.
Harry moved up behind Draco, upright and on his knees. He stared down at him, eyes roaming over all that skin, the lean muscles, the small bumps in Draco's spine. He loved everything about him. He trailed his clean hand across Draco's back and his oiled fingers slowly toward Draco's entrance. He didn't tease, just slipped the first inside. "You're beautiful," he said, and it still sounded dangerous somehow. "Gorgeous and mine."
"Yes, yours." Draco sighed at both the words and the feeling of Harry's finger entering him. He could feel the power of Harry's gaze and his voice.
Harry bent forward, slipping another finger inside to join the first, and kissed Draco's skin just below his shoulder. "Draco, I'm going to fuck you, because you're mine, and it will never change. I'm going to fuck you for the rest of my life, every day for the rest of my life because you're mine."
"Yes, please, yes," Draco begged, trembling and held in place by Harry's magic and his heart beating fast at Harry's words.
Harry kissed Draco once more and then was upright again. He pulled his fingers away and used the excess oil on them to slick himself. He gripped Draco's hips, not nearly enough to hurt, but firmly, and positioned him where he wanted him. Grasping his own cock, he moved forward and pressed against Draco's opening for just a second before sliding in slowly, completely.
Draco gasped and moaned as his lover slid inside him. Harry's magic surrounded him and filled him, making his nerves vibrate with it.
Harry let his eyes close and he took a few steady, even breaths before pulling out again. He wanted this to be gentle, but he wanted it to be a good fuck too, and so he found a rhythm quickly, one that wasn't fast, but hard. His eyes were still closed and he was panting now as he moved his hips.
"Yes, tell me," Draco gasped, enjoying the deep penetration. He wanted Harry's words too.
Harry's eyes opened and they focused in on the first thing he saw: the headboard. Nearly everything in the Black house had some sort of snake something or other adorning it. The furniture in this room was no different. Wrapped around the wooden bars on the headboard, and around the posts of the bed were snakes. Harry stared at one of the snakes, and not even meaning to, he hissed out, "I could do this forever," but it wasn't in English.
Draco heard the sibilant sound of Harry speaking in Parseltongue and shivered, the magic and the sound making his cock twitch even more.
It was then that Harry remembered he had done this before and that those two other times, it had been what had put Draco over the edge. He grinned and lowered his torso over Draco's back to whisper in his ear. "You completely undo me," he said. "You make me want to drop to my knees wherever we are; you make me want to bend over when you give me that look you have, and I want to fuck you all the fucking time. You drive me insane."
Draco's body shuddered, clenching around Harry's cock. "Yes, yes," he hissed.
Harry gasped, but kept his hips moving and he continued whispering into Draco's ear. "I've never told you that I wanked over you once in school, have I?" he said, his words feeling powerful even to him. "Fifth year, wanking over Mandy Brocklehurst and her pretty blonde hair. You and I had fought that day and her hair reminded me of you. Suddenly you were in my mind and you wouldn't fucking leave, but my hand wouldn't stop. I'd never come so hard during a wank in my life."
Draco was writhing under Harry now, the magic holding him in place while his body shuddered and he moaned. He couldn't understand the words but his body felt the power of them.
Harry was gasping as he spoke now, his hips moving faster despite having decided to move slow. "I fucking hated you. I hated you so much and you couldn't be inside my head while I tossed off. You couldn't. I never wanked over another blonde. Now I'd fucking lick your come off the floor just because it's your's. Funny, isn't it?"
"P-please," Draco begged, not even sure what he was begging for except for more of whatever Harry was doing to him.
Harry gasped again. "Merlin, I don't know what I would have done to someone if they had told me that I'd one day let you fuck me. That I'd one day get to my knees and suck your prick until you came in my mouth. That I'd love it. Because, Merlin, I fucking love it. I'd let you fuck me on the kitchen table right now if you wanted."
The sound slithered over Draco's skin, making Harry's magic feel like a caress over every inch of him. Draco couldn't hold back any more. He screamed, coming hard. His body shuddered and clenched around Harry.
Harry's hands gabbed the covers beneath them as Draco came. "I fucking love that too," he said in English, right before he was coming as well, still thrusting. He had no breath at all, having been hissing out words and thrusting hard and fast. He collapsed, exhausted and utterly spent.
"Oh, yes, I do, too," Draco whispered, barely able to breathe. He was still held in place, with Harry collapsed on top of him.
Harry couldn't remember what he had commanded and wasn't going to even try to attempt to. "You don't have to do whatever it was I recently commanded you," he said breathlessly, still on top of Draco.
Draco laughed as the magic released him and his body slid flat on the bed under his lover.
Harry smiled and gently rolled off of Draco to rest on his back, still breathing heavily. "Holy shit," he said, looking up at the green of the canopy.
Draco lay face down on the bed, only able to turn his head to look at Harry. The afterglow of orgasm and magic made the world seem soft and faraway.
Harry let a huge breath out slowly and turned to look at Draco. He didn't say anything, just smiled.
"Someday," Draco whispered, "you will have to tell me what it was you said.”
Harry nodded, still smiling. He rolled over and moved nearer to Draco so that their faces were very close. "I will," he said.
Suddenly, Draco's eyes widened and then seem to roll back in his head. "Oh, merde!" Then he was rolling out of bed.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked, turning on his side to look at Draco.
Draco was pacing again, now naked and seeming not to notice or care. "That's it," he was saying excitedly. "It can't be that simple, can it?"
Harry raised both eyebrows now and sat up. "What?" he asked again.
Draco turned to Harry, his face showing excitement. "The locket. It belonged to Slytherin! It has the 'S' blazoned on it. An 'S' that looks almost like a snake."
"Well, it would, wouldn't it?" Harry said, scratching his head.
"Don't you see?" Draco was grabbing his robe now. "He wouldn't even need to add a locking spell to it! It was a Slytherin heirloom. It was probably made to only open for someone who could command it to -- in Parseltongue!" He hurriedly put his robe on and tied it closed.
Harry's eyes widened. "You think so?" he asked excitedly, getting out of bed now to. He looked around for pyjama bottoms that he knew were laying around somewhere.
"Hurry," Draco said, picking up the pyjamas from where Harry had left them at the foot of the bed and throwing them at him.
Harry caught them and slipped them on, nearly falling in his haste. "Just Apparate us," he said.
"Lazy arse," Draco said with a sneer as he grabbed his lover around the waist and Apparated them to the hall outside the study. He didn't even know if Hermione and Ron were still in there.