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A Great and Terrible Destiny
Chapter Number/Total: 32/44
Chapter Title: A Great and Terrible Destiny
Words: 4225 Words
Harry rushed forward, ignoring Draco's comment, and pushed the door open. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open as he saw his two best friends.
Ron was on top of Hermione on the couch, his hair a complete mess because Hermione's hands were clenched in it. One of his hands seemed dangerously close to sneaking up her shirt.
"Oh, dear God," Harry said, taking a step back.
Ron sprang up so quickly, Harry almost didn't see the movement.
Draco leaned against the doorway, a large grin on his face. He was trying very hard not to laugh. Not really succeeding, but trying.
Hermione scrambled into an upright position and tried to flatten her wild hair, her face crimson.
Ron actually fell to the floor as Hermione pushed him off of her. He scowled and looked up at Harry and then over at Draco. "I wonder what you two were doing," he said, getting to his feet, his ears very red.
"More than you," Draco drawled. "And we may have an answer."
Ron's scowl deepened at Draco's comment.
"An answer?" said Hermione, obviously trying to bring the attention off of what she had been doing, but also looking excited.
"Parseltongue," said Harry, moving more into the room now to retrieve the locket.
Draco followed Harry into the room, his face serious again. "Be careful, Harry," he warned.
Harry picked the locket up and looked at it. "Do you think I just tell it to open?" he asked, looking back over at Draco.
"Let's go to the kitchen and do this carefully," Draco said, regarding the locket with undisguised distrust.
Harry nodded and left the room, Draco, Ron and Hermione following close behind him. He was glad that Lupin wasn't anywhere in sight.
He placed the locket down on the kitchen table and looked back up.
"What if whatever is in there does something to Harry?" asked Ron. "Like Dumbledore's hand."
Draco nodded. "The problem might be in destroying what's inside. But, if I am right, using Parseltongue to open the locket isn't something the Dark Lord added. It was something in the original design."
Harry stared at Draco intently. "Should I just do it then?" he asked.
Draco took a deep breath and then nodded. He hoped he was right about this.
Harry turned back to the locket and picked it up again, holding it up in front of his face. He let it twirl a bit, so that it almost looked like the snake was moving and then hissed, "Open."
Nothing happened, but Harry could feel something. Hermione actually shut her eyes, but then there was simply a very small click and the locket sprang open just a hair.
"It worked," Harry said excitedly, but he didn't open it up all the way, thinking that perhaps he shouldn't touch what was inside.
Draco was holding his breath. He let it out now. "Put it down, Harry," he said.
Harry nodded and placed the locket carefully back on the table top. "What now?" he asked Draco, still sounding anxious and excited.
Draco walked over and picked up a lighting stick from the fireplace and walked back to the table. He used the long thin stick to flip open the locket and reveal what was inside. Curled in the compartment was a lock of hair.
"Is that the piece of soul?" Ron asked quietly, staring down at the hair.
Harry frowned. He didn't know what he'd been expecting, but this hadn't been it. Perhaps a burst of light or energy or something, but hair? "It should be easy to destroy then," he said. "It's just hair."
"The Dark Lord's hair," Draco said quietly, "or something that is meant to look like hair. I don't think it is 'just hair.'"
"I don't think we should touch it," said Hermione. "There's no telling what it could do, but I think it's safe to say that has to be the piece of soul if the locket was truly a Horcrux."
"How do we determine how to destroy it?" Harry asked.
"I would guess fire," Draco said. "Magical fire."
Hermione nodded. "It would make sense to try that since it does look like hair at least."
"Do you think there's anything that could happen if it doesn't work?" asked Harry.
"Yes," Draco said. "Step back from it, just in case." He had his wand in his robe but hadn't drawn it. He glanced at the other three, considering the options.
Harry, Ron and Hermione did as Draco said and stepped back.
"Do we do it now?" asked Ron, looking between Draco, Harry and Hermione.
Harry looked to Draco too.
When the other three stepped back, Draco quickly drew his wand and cast the incendiary spell at the object. There was a large flare of fire and it threw him back into the wall.
Harry's eyes widened and he ran at Draco. Hermione screamed.
"Oh no, please, no," Harry said, his heart beating frantically, madly inside his chest.
Draco hurt everywhere. The backlash on that had been both like Harry's magic in its effect on his entire body and completely different in that the heat had been pure pain. He lay shuddering on the floor of the kitchen.
Harry dropped to his knees beside Draco, hands moving to cup his face. "Draco?" he asked, his voice shaking. "Oh, please, no! Draco?!"
Hermione and Ron were standing wide-eyed and absolutely terrified, staring at Harry and Draco.
Draco was unmarked, but lay gasping and shaking, his wand still clutched in his hand. It felt like his skin was on fire. The minute Harry touched him, there was a spot of cooling in that heat and he rubbed his face against it.
Tears started forming in Harry's eyes as he stared down at Draco. He didn't know what to do. He looked all around him, but he didn't know what Draco had done or what was wrong with him. He looked fine aside from the fact that he seemed to be in terrible pain. His hand trailed down and rested against Draco's partly exposed chest as he looked around him. Harry was about to just run up and get Lupin, Horcrux or not.
Draco dropped his wand and reached for Harry's hand, rubbing it on his skin. "Touch me," he gasped.
Harry's head snapped back to Draco. "What?" he said, voice very high.
Hermione rushed forward. "Look!" she said. "I think your touch is helping him! Rub your hands on his skin!"
Harry, breathing heavily, nodded and quickly placed both his hands flat over the skin of Draco's chest, running them all over.
"Yes," Draco hissed, his face still screwed up in pain, but there was that touch of relief wherever his skin touched Harry's.
"Turn away. I'm taking this robe off him," Harry said quickly, working with one hand on the knot of Draco's robe while the other continued soothing his skin.
Hermione backed up and turned around with Ron, her eyes still very wide.
Harry finally got Draco's robe off and actually leaned forward so that his bare chest could press to Draco's skin as his hands continued rubbing him down.
Draco clutched at Harry, pulling the other man's body tight against him. "More," he breathed.
Harry let out a gasping sob and touched Draco everywhere he could.
Ron and Hermione were still standing with their backs to Harry and Draco. "Look," said Ron, pointing to the locket.
Hermione looked over, her eyes filled with terrified tears.
"I think he destroyed it. The hair's gone."
"Oh, Merlin, I hope so," said Hermione thickly. "Is he getting better?"
Ron glanced over his shoulder. "Yeah, it looks like it," he said soothingly, pulling Hermione to his side by her hand.
Draco gasped and sighed as the pain began to recede, Harry's touch soothing the pain. After a few minutes, he was even able to help direct Harry to the places he had missed. He still felt raw and sore, but it was more like the feeling of too much sun on the skin, not fire. He smiled weakly up at Harry. "Did it work?"
"I think it did work," said Ron loudly from the table.
Harry was still breathing heavily, but he let out a sigh of relief. "Merlin, if one more thing happens to you I think my heart is going to explode," he said to Draco, letting him direct his hand where he needed it.
Draco gave a big sigh and relaxed, the cold floor feeling good against his warm skin. "Good, at least that is done," he said, closing his eyes.
Harry shook his head and bent to kiss Draco's forehead. "You're naked," he said before glancing back over his shoulder at Hermione.
"Mmhmm," he murmured. "Nothing they haven't seen already."
Harry snorted. "Are you okay?" he asked more seriously.
"Sore," Draco answered, "but whole, I think." He opened his eyes again and looked at Harry. "Everyone else unharmed?"
Harry nodded. "We're all fine," he said. "Besides the fact that I think I may suffer an early heart attack."
Draco rolled his eyes. He tried to sit up then and found himself too weak to manage it. "I think I need a rest before we do that again," he quipped.
Harry huffed. "Who says you're doing it again?" he asked before he could stop himself.
"See why I didn't ask in the first place?" Draco smiled.
Harry frowned down at him. "You're a prat," he said.
"Git." Draco smirked.
Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head again. "I left my damn wand upstairs," he said as he picked Draco's wand up and placed a Lightning Charm on him. "I'll carry you up."
Draco groaned when Harry picked him up, both from the pain of moving and the pleasure of Harry's touch.
"I'm going to take him up to bed," Harry said to Ron and Hermione as he strode with Draco across the kitchen. "Take the locket and I'll get it later."
"Harry, if you need me for anything, come and get me," said Hermione, still worried.
"All right," Harry said as he left the room and climbed the stairs and then the next set. He tried not to move Draco around too much.
Draco tried not to cry out, but he did whimper a bit on the way up. His hand clutched at Harry weakly under the charm and he tried to reach for him with the construct but found it didn't respond. He frowned and lifted it in front of his face. When he thought to move his fingers, nothing happened.
Harry looked at Draco strangely as he stared at his construct hand, but he didn't say anything to him until he had reached their room and placed Draco gently on the bed and took the charm off him. "What's wrong?" he asked, moving Draco's hair away from his face very tenderly.
Draco sighed; his skin still felt tender, but at least the sheets were soft. He studied that hand again, still trying to move it, but nothing happened. "Not working," he said in a perplexed voice.
Harry stared at the hand. "It's not?" he asked, frowning.
"No," Draco said, allowing it to fall like a dead weight back to the bed. "Take it off me, please," he asked, telling Harry the charm.
Harry took it off and placed the hand on the bedside table. "Can you still feel the ghost hand or whatever it is?" he asked, sitting down on the bed softly so as not to move Draco.
Draco tried to close his eyes and concentrate, but it hurt. "Only feel pain and tired," he said.
Harry sighed. "Well, you should get some sleep then. Do you want me to get you anything for the pain? What does it feel like?"
"Angry magic," Draco mumbled, already starting to drift off.
Harry sighed again and laid down beside Draco, but didn't touch him except for with a single finger, running it lightly across Draco's arm.
Draco reached for the hand on him, pressing it against him and sighing.
"Does it still make it feel better if I touch you?" asked Harry, moving his hand gently across Draco's skin.
"Mmm." Draco sighed happily at the feeling. "More," he whispered.
Harry shucked out of his pyjama bottoms and pressed his naked body gently against Draco's side, laying his whole arm across his chest.
Draco turned, pressing his body against Harry's and rubbing the soothing skin with as much of himself as he could.
Harry's eyes fell shut as Draco moved against him. He pressed their cheeks together and moved his hand to Draco's back, petting him there with slow strokes.
"Yes, yes," Draco chanted, the sensation of Harry's touch felt in every way the opposite of the pain. He rubbed against him, his face nuzzling Harry's and his hand sliding around to pull him tight.
"It's all right," Harry said soothingly, moving a leg between Draco's. He continued running his hands over Draco's heated flesh, trying to work as much calm and love into the touch as he could.
Draco pressed himself against Harry's leg, arousal following the touch quickly as he continued to slide his body against Harry's.
Harry raised his eyebrows as he felt Draco's hardening cock against his leg. He had to admit, he was getting turned on as well, but he hadn't expected Draco to.
"More," Draco said, pressing hard against his lover, almost unaware of what he was doing, only knowing that it felt good.
"What do you want me to do?" Harry whispered, unsure about what Draco could take at the moment.
Draco tried to think, to make sense of the words. He was so entirely focused on touch, it seemed to take a long time for him to understand the question. "Your touch, your magic," he said.
Harry wasn't quite sure what that meant, so he settled for continuing to rub against Draco, moving his leg up against his cock and clutching him close.
Draco pressed Harry against him as hard as he could, whimpering. "Need more."
Harry frowned. Perhaps Draco could handle a shag. He was reminding Harry of how he acted when he needed him because of the binding promise; only this time, Draco was hot and not cold. The lube from earlier was still on the bed since they had left so quickly and so Harry pulled himself away from Draco for a quick second and grabbed it. Draco's entrance was also still a bit slick and it didn't take Harry very long to prepare him. "Is this okay, Draco?" he asked as he moved his fingers inside of him.
Draco pushed back against those fingers, the feel of them soothing.
Harry took that as a yes and finished quickly. He lubed his cock and moved so that he was over top of Draco. He grasped Draco's legs and pushed them up, spreading them as he went and then moved his cock to Draco's entrance. He rubbed Draco's leg soothingly. "Is this what you want?" he asked, still just a bit unsure.
Draco arched up, trying to get more of Harry. "Please, more," he begged.
Harry nodded and pushed slowly forward, letting out a slow breath as he did. "Legs around me," he told Draco, still thinking that touching as much skin together as possible would probably make Draco feel better.
Draco's legs wrapped around Harry, the compulsion doing the work without him having to think. He moaned and pulled, pushing himself up onto Harry's cock, impaling himself faster than the other man was moving forward.
Harry gasped and leaned forward to kiss Draco, beginning to thrust faster than he thought Draco could handle, but apparently, Draco could handle it just fine.
Draco reached to touch again, rubbing every part of himself that he could against Harry as the other man thrust into him. "Yes, good," he encouraged, the fog in his brain beginning to lift.
Harry moaned and kept his hips moving quickly. It felt good, much better than when he had to do this when Draco was cold. It was as if he could actually feel his skin and magic healing Draco.
"Feels good," Draco gasped, Harry's magic tingling over and inside him. Everywhere he touched the magic followed, chasing away the pain and replacing it with pleasure.
"Yes," Harry let out, followed by another moan. "Very good." He kissed Draco again, but soon had to pull away because he couldn't breath properly. He thrust and thrust, the pleasure building with every move he made.
"Fuck, yes," Draco responded, feeling more himself with every thrust, and meeting his lovers' thrusts enthusiastically. He ran his hand up into Harry's hair pulling.
Pleasure flooded Harry at Draco's words and he groaned as Draco pulled his hair. "So tight and hot," Harry gasped, because Draco did feel hotter than usual, everywhere; it felt very good.
Draco arched hard; his back bowed as he came, letting out an incoherent scream sounding of both pain and pleasure.
Harry hissed and thrust even harder as Draco came. He wanted to come himself now, wanted to give Draco that last little bit to possibly push it all from his system. He thrust a few more times and he was coming, too, with a loud cry of, "Fuck, Draco!" And then he collapsed on top of the man beneath him, panting.
Draco was still in the throes of his orgasm when Harry's magic swept his system in a wave so different than that of the pain that it was blinding white. He didn't know if he'd lost consciousness or just all sense of time, but then he was laying beneath Harry, panting and tingling with shivers of pleasure in his very flesh.
Harry still lay panting, his eyes closed and his chest heaving. He raised his head weakly to look into Draco's face and was amazed by his expression. He'd never seen him look so incredibly enraptured before.
Draco blinked a few times, his sight returning, and he smiled up into Harry's face. "Amazing," he finally managed, still shivering with pleasure.
Harry nodded and kissed Draco. "Feel better?" he asked breathlessly.
Draco nodded enthusiastically. "From now on," he gasped, "I destroy the damn things and you do this!"
Harry laughed. "Are you still feeling it?" he asked, amazed.
"Feeling you," Draco said, nodding. His heart was still thudding in his chest but he body was beginning to relax. "Release my legs." He smirked.
Harry smiled. "You can put your legs down," he said and he pulled out and rolled onto his side, curling up next to Draco. "You gave me quite a fright downstairs."
Draco's legs slid down. He lay quiet as Harry snuggled up against him. "Knew you would argue," he explained, "so I did it. Now we know what happened to the Headmaster."
"You mean to tell me," said Harry, "that if I wouldn't have been here to fuck you, your body would have started dying like his?"
Draco shrugged, still feeling a bit high. "Probably," he admitted. "Definitely would have killed Ron or Hermione if they had done it."
Harry felt light-headed with that news and he had to take a few breaths. "M- My friends could have died?" he asked. He took another deep breath.
"Backlash," Draco said. "I think the fact that we had just shagged, well, your magic protected me and then you healed me."
"So every time we find a Horcrux, we should shag first, have you destroy it, and then shag again?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Works for me." Draco smirked. "I really didn't realise it would do that. Just got lucky, I guess."
Harry sighed. "Oh, the things that sex can do when it comes to us," he said, shaking his head. "I swear we're going to be shagging when we're one hundred and fifty years old!" He laughed. "Harry, kiss me and I'll tell you why I kissed you. Okay and then we'll shag! Harry I think I'm going to die because of this thing on my arm. Okay, let's shag! We've made a binding promise and you own me now. Okay, let's shag! We just had a fight and I don't want to talk to you. Okay, let's shag! Honestly! Shag, shag, shag, shag, shag. It's all we do!" He was laughing loudly now. "Not to mention how incredibly weird we are when it comes to shagging, or is that just me?"
"That almost sounded like complaining," Draco teased. "What happened to 'I could fuck you all day?'"
Harry sighed after his fit of laughter. "Oh, I'm not complaining at all," he said happily. "It's just funny that it seems to be the answer to everything; not even that, it's funny that we make it the answer to everything. I like that we do. I like that we make up with a brilliant shag after we fight and I like that I think we'll be shagging when we're old men. I wish we could just go and shag in front of Voldemort and be done with him." He sighed again. He didn't know why he'd just said all that. Probably because the seriousness of what had happened downstairs had just caught up with him and he was very relieved that Draco was okay. After hearing that what had happened to Dumbledore could have happened to Draco, well, it put Harry in a strange mood.
"Yes, that is the secret weapon against Voldemort." Draco waggled his eyebrows. "Harry Potter's ... wand."
Harry laughed again. "Honestly, what do you think he would do if I showed up to fight him and simply dropped my pants?" He chuckled, but it didn't last very long. "Probably just hex my cock off and then proceed to Crucio me until I was dead. Merlin, I hate that bastard."
Draco sighed. "I hate him, too."
Harry sighed and was silent for a few minutes, just laying there. "Draco, you're an idiot," he said suddenly, frowning now.
Draco huffed. "I am a genius.You told me so yourself."
"You didn't know if that would kill you or not, did you?" Harry asked, sitting up slightly now.
Draco closed his eyes, not wanting to look at Harry. "I didn't think it would," he said quietly.
"You didn't think?" Harry asked, his eyes narrowing now. The orgasmic bliss had left him and the shock and panic from what had happened down stairs was gone too. "Does that mean you thought there was a chance you could've been killed - or - or infected?"
Draco rolled over, curling on his side with his eyes closed. "Somebody had to do it," he said, "and there are only the four of us."
"Why is it up to you to decide that?" Harry asked, glaring now. "How angry would you be with me if I just decided to do it because someone has to, no matter if it could kill me or not?"
"Are we going to argue now?" Draco sighed. "Because I don't think I can do make-up sex for a while yet."
Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm not joking, Draco. You could have died, and what would I have done then?"
Draco rolled onto his back again. He grey eyes were steely as he said, "You would keep your promises and kill the bastard."
Harry huffed and rolled his eyes again. "You must not understand how I feel," he said angrily, falling onto his back.
Draco took a deep breath and boosted himself up on his arm, looking down at Harry. "You don't like me risking myself because you don't want to be without me. You don't like even the idea of risking me. You wish you could lock me away somewhere safe until this is all over. Or better yet, run away from it and never have to do all these awful things. Does that cover it?"
Harry stared up at Draco, eyes still narrowed slightly. He didn't have anything to say.
"I know you feel that way. I feel that way about you," Draco said quietly. "I never wanted to fall in love with someone with a great and terrible destiny. I just wanted that cute boy with the big green eyes."
Harry sighed and reached an arm up to hug Draco to him. "I know," he said quietly. "I just- I just wish that you would at least tell me before you do something like that. I know that we'd probably argue over it, but let's face it, you know you'd do it anyway, whether I wanted you to or not. I'd just like to be ready for something. I don't like things being sprung upon me."
"You would have felt you had to do it yourself," Draco answered. "Because you wouldn't have been willing to risk us. But we can't risk you."
Harry knew Draco was right, but it didn't make him feel any different. He settled for not saying anything else and simply running circles on the skin of Draco's back.
Draco smiled and teased, "You hate it when I am right."
"Which somehow is all the time," Harry said with a huff.
"Finally, he understands." Draco smirked and kissed him.
Harry rolled his eyes but smiled too.
Chapter Title: A Great and Terrible Destiny
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Harry rushed forward, ignoring Draco's comment, and pushed the door open. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open as he saw his two best friends.
Ron was on top of Hermione on the couch, his hair a complete mess because Hermione's hands were clenched in it. One of his hands seemed dangerously close to sneaking up her shirt.
"Oh, dear God," Harry said, taking a step back.
Ron sprang up so quickly, Harry almost didn't see the movement.
Draco leaned against the doorway, a large grin on his face. He was trying very hard not to laugh. Not really succeeding, but trying.
Hermione scrambled into an upright position and tried to flatten her wild hair, her face crimson.
Ron actually fell to the floor as Hermione pushed him off of her. He scowled and looked up at Harry and then over at Draco. "I wonder what you two were doing," he said, getting to his feet, his ears very red.
"More than you," Draco drawled. "And we may have an answer."
Ron's scowl deepened at Draco's comment.
"An answer?" said Hermione, obviously trying to bring the attention off of what she had been doing, but also looking excited.
"Parseltongue," said Harry, moving more into the room now to retrieve the locket.
Draco followed Harry into the room, his face serious again. "Be careful, Harry," he warned.
Harry picked the locket up and looked at it. "Do you think I just tell it to open?" he asked, looking back over at Draco.
"Let's go to the kitchen and do this carefully," Draco said, regarding the locket with undisguised distrust.
Harry nodded and left the room, Draco, Ron and Hermione following close behind him. He was glad that Lupin wasn't anywhere in sight.
He placed the locket down on the kitchen table and looked back up.
"What if whatever is in there does something to Harry?" asked Ron. "Like Dumbledore's hand."
Draco nodded. "The problem might be in destroying what's inside. But, if I am right, using Parseltongue to open the locket isn't something the Dark Lord added. It was something in the original design."
Harry stared at Draco intently. "Should I just do it then?" he asked.
Draco took a deep breath and then nodded. He hoped he was right about this.
Harry turned back to the locket and picked it up again, holding it up in front of his face. He let it twirl a bit, so that it almost looked like the snake was moving and then hissed, "Open."
Nothing happened, but Harry could feel something. Hermione actually shut her eyes, but then there was simply a very small click and the locket sprang open just a hair.
"It worked," Harry said excitedly, but he didn't open it up all the way, thinking that perhaps he shouldn't touch what was inside.
Draco was holding his breath. He let it out now. "Put it down, Harry," he said.
Harry nodded and placed the locket carefully back on the table top. "What now?" he asked Draco, still sounding anxious and excited.
Draco walked over and picked up a lighting stick from the fireplace and walked back to the table. He used the long thin stick to flip open the locket and reveal what was inside. Curled in the compartment was a lock of hair.
"Is that the piece of soul?" Ron asked quietly, staring down at the hair.
Harry frowned. He didn't know what he'd been expecting, but this hadn't been it. Perhaps a burst of light or energy or something, but hair? "It should be easy to destroy then," he said. "It's just hair."
"The Dark Lord's hair," Draco said quietly, "or something that is meant to look like hair. I don't think it is 'just hair.'"
"I don't think we should touch it," said Hermione. "There's no telling what it could do, but I think it's safe to say that has to be the piece of soul if the locket was truly a Horcrux."
"How do we determine how to destroy it?" Harry asked.
"I would guess fire," Draco said. "Magical fire."
Hermione nodded. "It would make sense to try that since it does look like hair at least."
"Do you think there's anything that could happen if it doesn't work?" asked Harry.
"Yes," Draco said. "Step back from it, just in case." He had his wand in his robe but hadn't drawn it. He glanced at the other three, considering the options.
Harry, Ron and Hermione did as Draco said and stepped back.
"Do we do it now?" asked Ron, looking between Draco, Harry and Hermione.
Harry looked to Draco too.
When the other three stepped back, Draco quickly drew his wand and cast the incendiary spell at the object. There was a large flare of fire and it threw him back into the wall.
Harry's eyes widened and he ran at Draco. Hermione screamed.
"Oh no, please, no," Harry said, his heart beating frantically, madly inside his chest.
Draco hurt everywhere. The backlash on that had been both like Harry's magic in its effect on his entire body and completely different in that the heat had been pure pain. He lay shuddering on the floor of the kitchen.
Harry dropped to his knees beside Draco, hands moving to cup his face. "Draco?" he asked, his voice shaking. "Oh, please, no! Draco?!"
Hermione and Ron were standing wide-eyed and absolutely terrified, staring at Harry and Draco.
Draco was unmarked, but lay gasping and shaking, his wand still clutched in his hand. It felt like his skin was on fire. The minute Harry touched him, there was a spot of cooling in that heat and he rubbed his face against it.
Tears started forming in Harry's eyes as he stared down at Draco. He didn't know what to do. He looked all around him, but he didn't know what Draco had done or what was wrong with him. He looked fine aside from the fact that he seemed to be in terrible pain. His hand trailed down and rested against Draco's partly exposed chest as he looked around him. Harry was about to just run up and get Lupin, Horcrux or not.
Draco dropped his wand and reached for Harry's hand, rubbing it on his skin. "Touch me," he gasped.
Harry's head snapped back to Draco. "What?" he said, voice very high.
Hermione rushed forward. "Look!" she said. "I think your touch is helping him! Rub your hands on his skin!"
Harry, breathing heavily, nodded and quickly placed both his hands flat over the skin of Draco's chest, running them all over.
"Yes," Draco hissed, his face still screwed up in pain, but there was that touch of relief wherever his skin touched Harry's.
"Turn away. I'm taking this robe off him," Harry said quickly, working with one hand on the knot of Draco's robe while the other continued soothing his skin.
Hermione backed up and turned around with Ron, her eyes still very wide.
Harry finally got Draco's robe off and actually leaned forward so that his bare chest could press to Draco's skin as his hands continued rubbing him down.
Draco clutched at Harry, pulling the other man's body tight against him. "More," he breathed.
Harry let out a gasping sob and touched Draco everywhere he could.
Ron and Hermione were still standing with their backs to Harry and Draco. "Look," said Ron, pointing to the locket.
Hermione looked over, her eyes filled with terrified tears.
"I think he destroyed it. The hair's gone."
"Oh, Merlin, I hope so," said Hermione thickly. "Is he getting better?"
Ron glanced over his shoulder. "Yeah, it looks like it," he said soothingly, pulling Hermione to his side by her hand.
Draco gasped and sighed as the pain began to recede, Harry's touch soothing the pain. After a few minutes, he was even able to help direct Harry to the places he had missed. He still felt raw and sore, but it was more like the feeling of too much sun on the skin, not fire. He smiled weakly up at Harry. "Did it work?"
"I think it did work," said Ron loudly from the table.
Harry was still breathing heavily, but he let out a sigh of relief. "Merlin, if one more thing happens to you I think my heart is going to explode," he said to Draco, letting him direct his hand where he needed it.
Draco gave a big sigh and relaxed, the cold floor feeling good against his warm skin. "Good, at least that is done," he said, closing his eyes.
Harry shook his head and bent to kiss Draco's forehead. "You're naked," he said before glancing back over his shoulder at Hermione.
"Mmhmm," he murmured. "Nothing they haven't seen already."
Harry snorted. "Are you okay?" he asked more seriously.
"Sore," Draco answered, "but whole, I think." He opened his eyes again and looked at Harry. "Everyone else unharmed?"
Harry nodded. "We're all fine," he said. "Besides the fact that I think I may suffer an early heart attack."
Draco rolled his eyes. He tried to sit up then and found himself too weak to manage it. "I think I need a rest before we do that again," he quipped.
Harry huffed. "Who says you're doing it again?" he asked before he could stop himself.
"See why I didn't ask in the first place?" Draco smiled.
Harry frowned down at him. "You're a prat," he said.
"Git." Draco smirked.
Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head again. "I left my damn wand upstairs," he said as he picked Draco's wand up and placed a Lightning Charm on him. "I'll carry you up."
Draco groaned when Harry picked him up, both from the pain of moving and the pleasure of Harry's touch.
"I'm going to take him up to bed," Harry said to Ron and Hermione as he strode with Draco across the kitchen. "Take the locket and I'll get it later."
"Harry, if you need me for anything, come and get me," said Hermione, still worried.
"All right," Harry said as he left the room and climbed the stairs and then the next set. He tried not to move Draco around too much.
Draco tried not to cry out, but he did whimper a bit on the way up. His hand clutched at Harry weakly under the charm and he tried to reach for him with the construct but found it didn't respond. He frowned and lifted it in front of his face. When he thought to move his fingers, nothing happened.
Harry looked at Draco strangely as he stared at his construct hand, but he didn't say anything to him until he had reached their room and placed Draco gently on the bed and took the charm off him. "What's wrong?" he asked, moving Draco's hair away from his face very tenderly.
Draco sighed; his skin still felt tender, but at least the sheets were soft. He studied that hand again, still trying to move it, but nothing happened. "Not working," he said in a perplexed voice.
Harry stared at the hand. "It's not?" he asked, frowning.
"No," Draco said, allowing it to fall like a dead weight back to the bed. "Take it off me, please," he asked, telling Harry the charm.
Harry took it off and placed the hand on the bedside table. "Can you still feel the ghost hand or whatever it is?" he asked, sitting down on the bed softly so as not to move Draco.
Draco tried to close his eyes and concentrate, but it hurt. "Only feel pain and tired," he said.
Harry sighed. "Well, you should get some sleep then. Do you want me to get you anything for the pain? What does it feel like?"
"Angry magic," Draco mumbled, already starting to drift off.
Harry sighed again and laid down beside Draco, but didn't touch him except for with a single finger, running it lightly across Draco's arm.
Draco reached for the hand on him, pressing it against him and sighing.
"Does it still make it feel better if I touch you?" asked Harry, moving his hand gently across Draco's skin.
"Mmm." Draco sighed happily at the feeling. "More," he whispered.
Harry shucked out of his pyjama bottoms and pressed his naked body gently against Draco's side, laying his whole arm across his chest.
Draco turned, pressing his body against Harry's and rubbing the soothing skin with as much of himself as he could.
Harry's eyes fell shut as Draco moved against him. He pressed their cheeks together and moved his hand to Draco's back, petting him there with slow strokes.
"Yes, yes," Draco chanted, the sensation of Harry's touch felt in every way the opposite of the pain. He rubbed against him, his face nuzzling Harry's and his hand sliding around to pull him tight.
"It's all right," Harry said soothingly, moving a leg between Draco's. He continued running his hands over Draco's heated flesh, trying to work as much calm and love into the touch as he could.
Draco pressed himself against Harry's leg, arousal following the touch quickly as he continued to slide his body against Harry's.
Harry raised his eyebrows as he felt Draco's hardening cock against his leg. He had to admit, he was getting turned on as well, but he hadn't expected Draco to.
"More," Draco said, pressing hard against his lover, almost unaware of what he was doing, only knowing that it felt good.
"What do you want me to do?" Harry whispered, unsure about what Draco could take at the moment.
Draco tried to think, to make sense of the words. He was so entirely focused on touch, it seemed to take a long time for him to understand the question. "Your touch, your magic," he said.
Harry wasn't quite sure what that meant, so he settled for continuing to rub against Draco, moving his leg up against his cock and clutching him close.
Draco pressed Harry against him as hard as he could, whimpering. "Need more."
Harry frowned. Perhaps Draco could handle a shag. He was reminding Harry of how he acted when he needed him because of the binding promise; only this time, Draco was hot and not cold. The lube from earlier was still on the bed since they had left so quickly and so Harry pulled himself away from Draco for a quick second and grabbed it. Draco's entrance was also still a bit slick and it didn't take Harry very long to prepare him. "Is this okay, Draco?" he asked as he moved his fingers inside of him.
Draco pushed back against those fingers, the feel of them soothing.
Harry took that as a yes and finished quickly. He lubed his cock and moved so that he was over top of Draco. He grasped Draco's legs and pushed them up, spreading them as he went and then moved his cock to Draco's entrance. He rubbed Draco's leg soothingly. "Is this what you want?" he asked, still just a bit unsure.
Draco arched up, trying to get more of Harry. "Please, more," he begged.
Harry nodded and pushed slowly forward, letting out a slow breath as he did. "Legs around me," he told Draco, still thinking that touching as much skin together as possible would probably make Draco feel better.
Draco's legs wrapped around Harry, the compulsion doing the work without him having to think. He moaned and pulled, pushing himself up onto Harry's cock, impaling himself faster than the other man was moving forward.
Harry gasped and leaned forward to kiss Draco, beginning to thrust faster than he thought Draco could handle, but apparently, Draco could handle it just fine.
Draco reached to touch again, rubbing every part of himself that he could against Harry as the other man thrust into him. "Yes, good," he encouraged, the fog in his brain beginning to lift.
Harry moaned and kept his hips moving quickly. It felt good, much better than when he had to do this when Draco was cold. It was as if he could actually feel his skin and magic healing Draco.
"Feels good," Draco gasped, Harry's magic tingling over and inside him. Everywhere he touched the magic followed, chasing away the pain and replacing it with pleasure.
"Yes," Harry let out, followed by another moan. "Very good." He kissed Draco again, but soon had to pull away because he couldn't breath properly. He thrust and thrust, the pleasure building with every move he made.
"Fuck, yes," Draco responded, feeling more himself with every thrust, and meeting his lovers' thrusts enthusiastically. He ran his hand up into Harry's hair pulling.
Pleasure flooded Harry at Draco's words and he groaned as Draco pulled his hair. "So tight and hot," Harry gasped, because Draco did feel hotter than usual, everywhere; it felt very good.
Draco arched hard; his back bowed as he came, letting out an incoherent scream sounding of both pain and pleasure.
Harry hissed and thrust even harder as Draco came. He wanted to come himself now, wanted to give Draco that last little bit to possibly push it all from his system. He thrust a few more times and he was coming, too, with a loud cry of, "Fuck, Draco!" And then he collapsed on top of the man beneath him, panting.
Draco was still in the throes of his orgasm when Harry's magic swept his system in a wave so different than that of the pain that it was blinding white. He didn't know if he'd lost consciousness or just all sense of time, but then he was laying beneath Harry, panting and tingling with shivers of pleasure in his very flesh.
Harry still lay panting, his eyes closed and his chest heaving. He raised his head weakly to look into Draco's face and was amazed by his expression. He'd never seen him look so incredibly enraptured before.
Draco blinked a few times, his sight returning, and he smiled up into Harry's face. "Amazing," he finally managed, still shivering with pleasure.
Harry nodded and kissed Draco. "Feel better?" he asked breathlessly.
Draco nodded enthusiastically. "From now on," he gasped, "I destroy the damn things and you do this!"
Harry laughed. "Are you still feeling it?" he asked, amazed.
"Feeling you," Draco said, nodding. His heart was still thudding in his chest but he body was beginning to relax. "Release my legs." He smirked.
Harry smiled. "You can put your legs down," he said and he pulled out and rolled onto his side, curling up next to Draco. "You gave me quite a fright downstairs."
Draco's legs slid down. He lay quiet as Harry snuggled up against him. "Knew you would argue," he explained, "so I did it. Now we know what happened to the Headmaster."
"You mean to tell me," said Harry, "that if I wouldn't have been here to fuck you, your body would have started dying like his?"
Draco shrugged, still feeling a bit high. "Probably," he admitted. "Definitely would have killed Ron or Hermione if they had done it."
Harry felt light-headed with that news and he had to take a few breaths. "M- My friends could have died?" he asked. He took another deep breath.
"Backlash," Draco said. "I think the fact that we had just shagged, well, your magic protected me and then you healed me."
"So every time we find a Horcrux, we should shag first, have you destroy it, and then shag again?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Works for me." Draco smirked. "I really didn't realise it would do that. Just got lucky, I guess."
Harry sighed. "Oh, the things that sex can do when it comes to us," he said, shaking his head. "I swear we're going to be shagging when we're one hundred and fifty years old!" He laughed. "Harry, kiss me and I'll tell you why I kissed you. Okay and then we'll shag! Harry I think I'm going to die because of this thing on my arm. Okay, let's shag! We've made a binding promise and you own me now. Okay, let's shag! We just had a fight and I don't want to talk to you. Okay, let's shag! Honestly! Shag, shag, shag, shag, shag. It's all we do!" He was laughing loudly now. "Not to mention how incredibly weird we are when it comes to shagging, or is that just me?"
"That almost sounded like complaining," Draco teased. "What happened to 'I could fuck you all day?'"
Harry sighed after his fit of laughter. "Oh, I'm not complaining at all," he said happily. "It's just funny that it seems to be the answer to everything; not even that, it's funny that we make it the answer to everything. I like that we do. I like that we make up with a brilliant shag after we fight and I like that I think we'll be shagging when we're old men. I wish we could just go and shag in front of Voldemort and be done with him." He sighed again. He didn't know why he'd just said all that. Probably because the seriousness of what had happened downstairs had just caught up with him and he was very relieved that Draco was okay. After hearing that what had happened to Dumbledore could have happened to Draco, well, it put Harry in a strange mood.
"Yes, that is the secret weapon against Voldemort." Draco waggled his eyebrows. "Harry Potter's ... wand."
Harry laughed again. "Honestly, what do you think he would do if I showed up to fight him and simply dropped my pants?" He chuckled, but it didn't last very long. "Probably just hex my cock off and then proceed to Crucio me until I was dead. Merlin, I hate that bastard."
Draco sighed. "I hate him, too."
Harry sighed and was silent for a few minutes, just laying there. "Draco, you're an idiot," he said suddenly, frowning now.
Draco huffed. "I am a genius.You told me so yourself."
"You didn't know if that would kill you or not, did you?" Harry asked, sitting up slightly now.
Draco closed his eyes, not wanting to look at Harry. "I didn't think it would," he said quietly.
"You didn't think?" Harry asked, his eyes narrowing now. The orgasmic bliss had left him and the shock and panic from what had happened down stairs was gone too. "Does that mean you thought there was a chance you could've been killed - or - or infected?"
Draco rolled over, curling on his side with his eyes closed. "Somebody had to do it," he said, "and there are only the four of us."
"Why is it up to you to decide that?" Harry asked, glaring now. "How angry would you be with me if I just decided to do it because someone has to, no matter if it could kill me or not?"
"Are we going to argue now?" Draco sighed. "Because I don't think I can do make-up sex for a while yet."
Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm not joking, Draco. You could have died, and what would I have done then?"
Draco rolled onto his back again. He grey eyes were steely as he said, "You would keep your promises and kill the bastard."
Harry huffed and rolled his eyes again. "You must not understand how I feel," he said angrily, falling onto his back.
Draco took a deep breath and boosted himself up on his arm, looking down at Harry. "You don't like me risking myself because you don't want to be without me. You don't like even the idea of risking me. You wish you could lock me away somewhere safe until this is all over. Or better yet, run away from it and never have to do all these awful things. Does that cover it?"
Harry stared up at Draco, eyes still narrowed slightly. He didn't have anything to say.
"I know you feel that way. I feel that way about you," Draco said quietly. "I never wanted to fall in love with someone with a great and terrible destiny. I just wanted that cute boy with the big green eyes."
Harry sighed and reached an arm up to hug Draco to him. "I know," he said quietly. "I just- I just wish that you would at least tell me before you do something like that. I know that we'd probably argue over it, but let's face it, you know you'd do it anyway, whether I wanted you to or not. I'd just like to be ready for something. I don't like things being sprung upon me."
"You would have felt you had to do it yourself," Draco answered. "Because you wouldn't have been willing to risk us. But we can't risk you."
Harry knew Draco was right, but it didn't make him feel any different. He settled for not saying anything else and simply running circles on the skin of Draco's back.
Draco smiled and teased, "You hate it when I am right."
"Which somehow is all the time," Harry said with a huff.
"Finally, he understands." Draco smirked and kissed him.
Harry rolled his eyes but smiled too.