Harry Potter and The Secret Keeper (BP2)
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Take Me Back
Chapter Number/Total: 34/44
Chapter Title: Take Me Back
Words: 5154 Words
Draco Apparated them to Hogsmeade and they once again stood in front of the Hog's Head. He felt even more tense than last time as they entered into the tavern.
Harry made sure his hood hid him very well as he entered the pub. He walked right over to the bar quickly, not looking left or right. He lifted his face just a bit so that Aberforth could see who he was.
Aberforth's face gave nothing away as he looked at Harry. "I'll show you to your room," he said simply, and he walked away from Harry and up the stairs.
Harry raised an eyebrow and waited a few seconds before he followed.
Aberforth was standing there holding a door to one of the rooms open for Harry and Draco to step inside.
Draco watched the room as Harry went up to Aberforth. Then he followed Harry up the stairs. His spine crawled with the feeling that something wasn't right.
"Why did you bring us up here?" Harry asked as soon as the door was shut.
"I don't want people seeing two figures in black coming into the back room again," Aberforth said. "The next time you come, use the back entrance."
"You've seen the news, then," Draco said.
Aberforth gave one nod. "Of course," he said. "I'm surprised you're here at all with what's happened."
"It's probably safer to act earlier, and we didn't have a choice," said Harry. "We had to come today."
Aberforth didn't press with questions. "Did you find a way to destroy it?"
Draco nodded. "Do you have more information for us?" he asked.
"I haven't spoken with Severus since the last time I saw you," said Aberforth. "I didn't expect you for a month at least."
"Does he have any information?" Harry asked, scowling just from the thought of Snape.
"I'm sure there is more to tell. Albus spoke to him about the Horcruxes far more often than he spoke with me. I know a few things, but not all of it."
"Take us to him, then," Draco snapped, his nerves seeming too tight.
Aberforth nodded and stepped toward Draco to grasp his arm. He Apparated him and then Harry and soon they were all standing outside the boulder again and Aberforth was prodding it with his wand.
Snape appeared with a pop and then scowled when he saw them. "Your father is looking for you," he said to Draco. "Why are you here?"
"We destroyed the Horcrux," Harry said quietly, firmly.
"Let us get inside." Snape nodded to Aberforth and stepped forward to grasp Draco's arm and Apparated.
Aberforth Apparated with Harry. He took a seat and Harry followed, eager to simply get it over with and get out of there. Harry pulled the now empty and open locket out of his pocket and placed it on the table.
Snape picked it up and looked at it, seeming impressed in spite of himself. "How did you open it?" he asked.
"Parseltongue," said Harry. "And then Draco destroyed the actual soul piece."
Their former Professor raised an eyebrow, looking between the two young men for a moment, and then nodded. He leaned back. "So, do you know what the rest of them are?"
Draco snorted. "Yes, we know it all and we came to gloat. Just tell us what you know already."
"No reason to take that tone with me, Mr Malfoy," Snape said with a sneer.
"I am not your student now, and this isn't a class," Draco drawled. "We are taking a great risk just coming here, so let's not play games!"
Harry stared hard at Snape and couldn't keep the smug look out of his eyes. "I would have to agree," he said.
Aberforth cleared his throat. "I do think it better that they get home as soon as possible," he said seriously.
Snape snorted, but grudgingly nodded. "You need to look in places that had symbolic meaning to Tom Riddle," he said. "The ring was in the old Gaunt shack, the locket in the cave. Where else would he have considered important?"
Harry sighed. "The diary wasn't hidden; Lucius Malfoy had it, although he must not have know what it was .... The others ... I don't know. Dumbledore said Voldemort's snake, 'Nagini', is possibly one, but we can't go straight for her. Might he have hidden them in places where significant people were killed?" He paused to think. "That seems too obvious. I don't know anything more about Voldemort as Tom Riddle than what Dumbledore showed me in the Pensieve."
"Did you say he was raised in a Muggle orphanage?" Draco asked.
Harry nodded. "Yeah, he was," he said. "That was partly the significance of the cave. It was where he tortured Muggle children he lived with. His mother died there, in the orphanage."
"That sounds like a significant place, to me," Draco said quietly.
Snape looked at Draco with a look that was as close to an approving smile as it got.
Harry nodded. "Yes, significant, but would he hide it there?" he asked. "With Muggles? I would think he wouldn't sink that low. And there's not much protection he could put there without someone noticing it."
"Where is the body of his mother?" Draco asked.
"I don't know," said Harry. "The people at the orphanage must have buried her. Perhaps we can go there and ask questions. Go to that town."
"Meanwhile, you should be researching possible artefacts that he may have used as well," Snape said. "Did he manage to find and use Ravenclaw and Gryffindor artefacts?"
"We've been doing that, but without much luck," Draco said, sighing.
"The only artefact we know of that was Gryffindor's is that sword in Dumbledore's office, and we haven't found anything about Ravenclaw," said Harry. "Just the standard books about the founders. There's surprisingly very little about them written besides in the books that everyone knows about."
"So, look in non-standard places," Snape sneered.
“Is that all you have for us?" Draco said with a huff, sounding tired.
"For now." Snape frowned. "And a warning."
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Lucius considers what you have done to his son a ... personal insult," Snape said. The man looked at Draco. "And you know what that means."
"I do," Draco said quietly. Then he stood, scooping up the locket and handing it back to Harry. "Let's go."
Harry took the locket from Draco, frowning. "That's all you have for us?" he asked Snape.
"Yes," Snape said and stepped up to Draco, taking his arm. Aberforth did the same with Harry, Apparating them back to the spot beside the rock. But Snape and Draco did not immediately appear.
Harry frowned and waited. "Where are they?" he asked Aberforth after a few moments.
"Give them a bit," said Aberforth calmly.
Harry scowled.
"Well?" Draco looked at Snape, waiting for the man to Apparate him.
"We need to talk," he said.
"The hell we do," Draco snapped. "Not without Harry."
"Yes," Snape hissed. "Especially without Potter."
Draco narrowed his eyes. "Well, talk then," he spat.
"Have you been researching how to free yourself?" Snape asked.
Draco's scowl deepened,."I don't want the binding dissolved, if that is what you are asking."
"Draco," Snape growled, his grip on the other man's arm tightening. "You have to find a way out of this!"
"Take me to Harry, now," Draco insisted.
Harry waited angrily. "They've had a bit now," he said angrily to Aberforth. He didn't like being without Draco at all, especially right now.
Aberforth frowned.
"I'm giving them another minute and then you're Apparating me back if they're not out here," Harry said, eyes glinting dangerously.
"Draco, your father will find a way to break that binding even if he has to kill you," Snape warned.
"He'll try, yes," Draco said calmly.
Snape scowled. "You can't want this. Even if you don't want to become a Death Eater, that doesn't mean you have turn yourself into ... this!"
"You really don't get it, do you? I do want this," Draco said, sneering.
"You want to be Potter's whore?" Snape snapped. "No, I don't believe that."
"Better his than my father's!" Draco snapped. "Now, TAKE ME BACK!"
Harry was glaring now. "Take me back in there," he said. "Take me back in there right now."
Aberforth was still frowning. "I don't know if that would be a wise thing to do."
"Now," said Harry angrily. "Right now!"
Aberforth sighed and grasped Harry's arm again and Apparated them back inside.
Harry arrived back in the room just in time to hear Draco shouting the last three words at Snape, still holding his arm and glaring.
Harry's eyes widened and he stepped forward quickly and grasped Draco's arm, glaring at Snape. "We're leaving," he said dangerously.
"The wards won't allow you without my help," Snape snapped at him.
"We're done here," Draco said to the man. "Let us go."
Harry's nose flared with anger. "Let him go right now," he said, voice low.
"Severus," said Aberforth softly, but still a bit firmly. He stared at him.
"Very well," Snape said angrily. "I will Apparate you out this time."
"Go first," Harry growled.
Snape and Draco disappeared with a pop.
Aberforth grasped Harry's arm again, looking sad like he had last time, and Apparated them out as well.
The four of them stood beside the stone again. Draco wrenched his arm out of Snape's grasp and stepped away from him toward Harry.
Harry continued to glare at Snape. "We won't bother coming back if you're going to keep this up. Whatever it is you're trying to do isn't going to work," he spat.
Draco had drawn his wand and now stepped up beside Harry. "Take my arm, Harry."
Harry grasped Draco's arm tightly.
Draco Apparated them back to a location near Grimmauld.
Harry was still breathing heavily. "Where are we?" he asked, looking around.
"Near the house," Draco said, putting his wand away and shuddering slightly.
"Don't put your wand away," Harry said quietly. "Not until we get back." He drew his own wand.
Draco kept his wand in his hand but hidden in his cloak as they made their way back to the house. It was dark out now and Draco felt even more on edge than ever.
Harry's heart beat madly as he walked quickly along. He stayed close to Draco, looking all around him. He didn't think there was much of a chance of anything happening, but he was nervous all the same.
When they were in sight of Number Twelve, Draco had to restrain the urge to run. He still had that creepy feeling that he was being watched.
Harry very nearly did run, but something held him back. No sudden movements, his brain seemed to tell him. He breathed a huge sigh of relief when they were finally standing in front of the house. He moved forward and stepped inside, face very pale.
The door closed behind them and Draco slumped against it, his body shuddering as the tension was released.
Harry bent forward, hands on his knees and eyes closed. He tried to take steady, even breaths.
Draco's eyes were closed, the fear and anger he had held at bay now seeming to flare inside him.
Harry looked up at Draco and moved quietly over to him. He grasped the front of Draco's robes and pulled him against his body, putting his arms tightly around him.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and put his face into his hair, breathing in his scent.
Harry continued his own breathing and tightened his grip. "We're okay," he whispered, both to Draco and himself.
"Yours," Draco whispered, the shudders beginning to subside but his eyes still closed.
Harry nodded and swallowed. They both stood there until Harry could feel that Draco was calmer. "Okay?" he asked, petting Draco's hair.
Draco was confused on whether to shake or nod his head, settling instead for a shrug.
Harry sighed and kissed Draco's cheek. "We should go and tell Ron and Hermione that we're back," he said quietly.
The blond nodded his head but made no attempt to actually move from Harry's arms.
Harry frowned and hugged Draco. "We'll just tell them we made it back and then we'll go to bed okay? I'm not going anywhere and you'll be right here with me."
Draco took Harry's hand and followed the other man.
Only Hermione was in the study and she looked up when Harry and Draco entered the room. She breathed a rather large, relieved sigh.
"We're back. We're okay," said Harry.
Hermione glanced at Draco and then back to Harry. "What did you two find out?" she asked.
"Can we talk tomorrow? We're both tired and it's not earth-shattering news anyway." Harry still held Draco's hand tightly.
She glanced at Draco again and nodded, frown on her face. "Goodnight," she said quietly.
Harry nodded and led Draco from the room to go to their own.
Draco was content to allow himself to be led to their room. He felt calm now but it didn't feel real.
Harry shut the door quietly and then began undressing, watching Draco out of the corner of his eye.
Draco walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling numb.
Harry sighed and dropped his shirt to the floor. He climbed up on the bed and came up behind Draco on his knees. He pulled him back against him, wrapping an arm around his chest.
Draco tensed when Harry pulled him back, afraid that if he allowed himself to feel anything, he would break.
"You don't have to hold it back, Draco," Harry said very quietly. "It's just me here. You don't have to hold it back."
"Feel like I will fall apart," Draco whispered, barely audible.
Harry held Draco tighter. He didn't have any idea what to tell Draco. All he could think of was what he had told him already, that he wouldn't let Lucius get him, but that didn't seem to work and Harry didn't want to say that name anyway. He didn't want to say anything about that evil man at all.
Draco reached a shaking hand up to begin to undress himself and found that he was fumbling too much. He hung his head forward, chin on his chest and tried to breathe deep.
Harry just held him closely for a few long moments. "You want me to help you?" he asked after a bit, using his free hand to rub Draco's arm gently.
Draco nodded, and leaned back against Harry, relinquishing himself to him. "Yours," he said, sighing.
Harry nodded and kissed the side of Draco's face. He released his hold on the blond gently and then backed away from him. He got up from the bed again and walked around to stand in front of Draco before he pulled him up to his feet and unclasped his robe and pushed it from his shoulders. He undressed him completely with slow, gentle hands and then sat him back on the bed. He finished undressing himself and then sat next to Draco and kissed the side of his face again, rubbing his back with one hand.
Draco leaned into Harry and sighed, starting to tremble again. He hated losing control. And then he saw the image of his father's face, anger and disdain making his face ugly as he looked down at his crying son.
Harry could feel the tension in Draco's body. He didn't know how to help him except to hold him for as long as Draco needed. "You're mine, Draco," he whispered. "I'm yours. No one else's."
Draco turned, pressing himself into Harry and pressing him back to the bed and wrapping himself around him. Then he let go of his control, shaking violently and crying.
Harry let him, knowing that it was good to just let it all out. He lay on his back with arms around Draco, holding him tightly and running his hands over his skin soothingly.
"He called me 'Potter's whore,'" Draco gasped, his face still pressed against Harry's chest.
Harry's eyes widened. "Snape?" he hissed. He hadn't been expecting that.
Draco nodded, "He wants to save me from you," he said, sniffing.
"Save you from me?" Harry asked angrily. "Why is he doing this?"
Draco was quieter now as he wiped his tears away and looked at Harry. "He is trying to protect me," he said. "I think he feels it was his responsibility since he is my godfather, as well as head of House."
"And he fucking hates me," Harry said heatedly. He kissed Draco's forehead. "Draco, you're not my whore. I love you."
"I know that," Draco said, looking at him, "but he doesn't believe it. He doesn't believe that I would choose you. From his perspective, I suppose it does look odd."
Harry sighed. "Is he going to fucking try and break us up every time we fucking go there?" His hold on Draco tightened. "We can't break up anyway, you'd die!
"He wanted to know if I had found a way to break the bond, to 'free myself' as he put it," Draco explained.
"Does he really think I forced you into this?" Harry asked. "That I somehow fucking made you have sex with me?"
"I think so," Draco said. "And what he saw that day ... after the tower ... well, it didn't help."
"But I was trying to keep you alive!" Harry said indignantly. "I wasn't - I would never - I would never rape you! I would never fuck you if you didn't want it just because I did!"
Draco laid his hand against Harry's face and looked into his eyes. "I know. I know you were only trying to save me." He smiled at Harry. "And I think I have made it clear that I want you. In fact, I think I made that clear before you did."
Harry smiled gently at Draco. "Yes, I suppose you did," he said quietly.
"Snape doesn't want to believe it," Draco said, then looked away. "Father won't care what I wanted."
"I didn't think he would," said Harry, his anger dying out a bit. "But we'll be okay. No one can take this from us, right?"
Draco laid his head on Harry's chest again, holding him tight. "I hope not," he whispered.
Harry frowned. "No one can," he said.
Draco began nuzzling and licking the skin under his face, loving the taste and texture of Harry.
Harry let his eyes slide shut and continued to run circles on Draco's skin. "This is what matters to me," he said, squeezing Draco lightly. "You've told me before how much you love me and to never doubt it. I want to tell you that. I love you, Draco. More than anything and I'll never stop. I can feel it inside me. I know I'll never stop loving you."
A shiver of happiness went down Draco's spine at those words and he continued to nuzzle and lick his way to Harry's nearest nipple, sucking at that darker flesh.
Harry sighed at the feel of Draco's mouth on his skin. "I want to make love to you, I want you to make love to me, anything. I just want you," he whispered.
"Mmhmm," Draco agreed, suckling Harry's hardening nipple while his hand slid down to stroke his belly, teasing his way down.
Harry sighed again and shivered at the touch of Draco's hand and mouth. "Yes," he breathed, his voice below a whisper.
Draco slid his leg over Harry's and moved against him, biting and licking his way to the man's other nipple. Draco's half-hard cock brushed against Harry's thigh.
Harry gasped quietly and buried his fingers in Draco's hair, running them through it and pulling the hair-tie loose.
Draco sucked harder on the bud in his mouth, his thigh pressing between Harry's legs.
Harry moaned now and thrust up against Draco's leg. His heart began beating quicker and his entire body seemed to flush with heat.
Draco continued to rub his face against Harry's chest, delighting in the feel of him. He smoothed his cheek down the other man's body, sliding himself against Harry's leg as well, moving down until he could press his face against Harry's hip.
"Draco," Harry whispered. "Merlin, Draco." He opened his eyes and looked down at Draco's beautiful face against his hip and it made his cock twitch.
Draco's long silky hair trailed behind him, spread out over Harry's belly. He kissed the hip under his face, running his hand over bone and flesh and over to the other hip. He used his construct hand to steady himself against the bed before sliding his face into the soft black hair between Harry's legs.
Harry let out a gasping breath and reached down to grip Draco's hair. "Mmm, Draco, please," he moaned. Draco's skin felt so good everywhere it touched Harry's own. Draco's face pressed so close to his erection it was driving him mad.
Draco chucked, nuzzling the thick hair and licking the soft skin of Harry's balls. He had his hand pressed against Harry's hip, holding him in place.
Harry looked down at Draco. Such a mess of blond hair and creamy white skin and Harry loved it. He would have arched up if Draco hadn't been holding him.
Draco hummed to himself as he licked and sucked Harry's balls, enjoying sucking each of them into his mouth and playing his tongue over them.
Harry sucked in a breath as the slight vibrations of Draco's humming sent jolts of pleasure straight to his cock. "Shit, Draco, please," he moaned. "Feels so fucking good."
Draco slid his other leg over now, so that he was kneeling between his lover's legs, his face still pressed against his groin. He slid his hand down, and between Harry's legs, pushing at his thigh to make more room.
Harry immediately let his legs fall open more, giving Draco as much room as he needed. "Fuck, Draco, please suck me," he gasped.
Draco chuckled, loving the sound of Harry begging him. He trailed fingers across his skin until he reached his lover's balls, cupping them as he ran his tongue up the length of his erection. At the tip, he flicked the tongue out quickly, catching the taste of pre-come gathered in the slit. He lifted his face to Harry's and said quietly, "No."
Harry moaned and tossed his head about as Draco licked him, but at his words Harry's breath sped up and he lifted his head slightly. "Why?" he whined.
"Because I can," Draco laughed, returning to lick along the shaft again, swirling his tongue over the head but not taking it into his mouth.
Harry whimpered and fell back to the bed, bringing one hand up to rub his face and clutch in his own hair. "Bloody fucking Merlin," he said weakly as Draco teased him.
Draco so loved to torture Harry. And this was definitely the most delightful way he had ever found. Years of thinking up ways to make Harry flush. He should have tried this sooner. Grinning wickedly, he Summoned the lube and dipped his fingers into it. He returned his hand between Harry's legs and slid those fingers down his perineum to his entrance. There he stopped, sliding the slick tip around the opening even as he bent and slid his tongue around the head of Harry's cock.
"Fuck!" Harry cried. "Oh, Merlin, please do something! Fuck me, suck me, something, please!" His hand gripped the blanket beneath him and his other hand pulled his own hair.
Draco slid one long finger in slowly, sliding is mouth over the head of Harry's cock at the same time. The blond was so hard, and every time Harry begged, Draco's cock jumped as if trying to fulfill his wishes.
"Oh, yesss," Harry hissed his back arching. "Fuck, yes."
Draco kept his lips firmly around the head of Harry's cock, not sucking it in further, licking at the smooth skin and pumping his finger in his arse at the same time.
"Not enough," Harry groaned after a few seconds. "Fuck, it's not enough! I want your cock in me!" His entire body felt flushed and hot and it wasn't enough.
Harry's magic flared, making Draco shiver as it ran across his skin. The words had not been said as a command, so Draco could choose not to obey them. He slid his mouth slightly lower, running his tongue around the outer ridge of the head of Harry's cock. Meanwhile, a second slick finger joined the first.
Harry felt like he was going to explode or something. His heart beat so fast and hard and he was gasping with almost every breath. "Draco, yes, please! Oh, fuck!"
Draco shuddered, magic running like hot fingers over his skin. He was sure he could come just from doing this to Harry. He moaned, pushing, not two, but four fingers into Harry this time and sliding his mouth down his length.
"Oh, shit!" Harry cried out, his whole body jerking. "Oh, fucking shit!" His arse clenched around Draco's fingers and his cock jerked in his mouth.
Draco used his mouth to pump his lover and his hand to fuck him. Harry's magic ran hot around them.
Harry arched and cried out and gasped and shouted. "Yes, Draco, yes!" He yelled. "Oh, fuck, yes!" Being fucked and sucked at the same time was amazing. Bloody fucking brilliant.
Draco narrowed his hand, so that his thumb was nestled inside his fingers and used his entire hand to fuck Harry now. He felt his hand push deeper, stretching Harry as his knuckles pushed forward. Draco's construct hand lay across Harry's hips now, holding him in place as Draco slid his mouth as far down as he could go, feeling the head of Harry's cock at the back of his throat.
Harry gasped and made a strangled sound in the back of his throat. "Oh my God," he whimpered. He'd never felt so stretched before, so open. He spread his legs wider, his eyes shut tight.
Draco slid his mouth back up, sucking in air even as he sucked Harry's cock. Then he slid down again. Harry's arse was nearly stretched enough now to allow Draco's knuckles past the entrance and he eased into that tightness with little thrusts making his hand as narrow as he could. With a sudden give, his hand slid forward past it's widest point. Draco's entire hand was now inside his lover.
Harry let out a very loud cry and clenched the blankets as tight as his hands would allow. His chest was heaving and he didn't know what to think. He was so full, so fucking full. "Draco," he whimpered. "Draco, Merlin, Draco."
Draco's hand was encased in his lover's body, that tight warmth pulsing around it. He bobbed his head faster, sucking hard as he began to move his fingers inside of Harry.
Harry could feel every little movement of Draco inside him and his mouth on his cock felt amazing. He could feel the white-hot pleasure building up as Draco bobbed his head. "Yes, Draco," he gasped, still amazed that he could hold so much inside him. "Yes."
Draco was panting through his nose, sucking his lover's cock. He had slid his hand in to the wrist. Now he rotated his hand inside his lover.
Harry grunted and jerked and then he was coming hard into Draco's mouth, pumping out all that he had. His entire mind went completely blank and his head spun, white light dancing on the inside of his eyelids.
The magic flared scalding hot over him and up through his arm just before Harry came. Draco was coming too, his hand inside Harry's clenching body and his mouth sucking and swallowing.
Harry cried out again as Draco's hand moved inside him and he thought he might die from the sensation of it all. He lay panting and gasping for breath, his eyes still closed.
Draco narrowed his hand again and slid out of Harry, pressing his fingers against Harry's opening to help ease the sudden loss. He was gasping too, laying his face on Harry's hip again.
Harry couldn't even talk yet. He groaned as Draco slid out of him. How had he taken all of that? Merlin, how?
"Definitely," Draco chuckled, "add fisting to your list of kinks, Harry."
Harry was still taking slow breaths and he laughed weakly. "I'm starting to think I'll do anything," he rasped.
"Anything that feels good." Draco smiled, pulling himself up alongside his lover and collapsing beside him. He looked at Harry and nodded. "But certainly not forcing someone who doesn't want it. Trust yourself, love."
Harry sighed and snuggled up close to Draco. "I know I didn't rape you," he said quietly. "It was just - after what Snape said - and then thinking back to what
I did and the fact that you were saying no ... It was just a scary vision - is a scary vision. That whole night was scary."
Draco nodded, sitting up and Summoning his wand. His hand was messy but he managed to do a Cleaning Charm for himself and then one for Harry. Finally, he released the charm and took off the construct. He rubbed the stump end of his arm for a minute. "Even with everything that happened, I still think it was harder on you than me," he said.
Harry raised an eyebrow and moved closer to Draco again once he had settled. "How so?" he asked quietly, laying his head on Draco's chest.
"I was so resigned to it all," Draco said, "and you were fighting so hard to find a way to fix it. You had to do that with Snape sitting there. Then you had to cut my arm off. You had to have been terrified."
Harry nodded. "You have no idea," he said. "I think I lost my mind in those last few minutes. It's not even that clear because I was so - frantic. I couldn't have even held you. That was how badly I didn't want to let you go. I had to find something." He held Draco closer.
"Shh," Draco soothed. "It's okay now. I just wanted you to know. Because we ... never talked about it. I would rather be like this than without you, let alone dead."
Harry sighed and nodded again. "Snape's wrong about me," he said. "If you didn't need me every day, I wouldn't make you stay with me if you didn't want to. I would never do that. I wouldn't want to let you go, but I wouldn't force you to be with me, not ever."
"I want you with me, everyday," Draco said quietly.
Chapter Title: Take Me Back
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Draco Apparated them to Hogsmeade and they once again stood in front of the Hog's Head. He felt even more tense than last time as they entered into the tavern.
Harry made sure his hood hid him very well as he entered the pub. He walked right over to the bar quickly, not looking left or right. He lifted his face just a bit so that Aberforth could see who he was.
Aberforth's face gave nothing away as he looked at Harry. "I'll show you to your room," he said simply, and he walked away from Harry and up the stairs.
Harry raised an eyebrow and waited a few seconds before he followed.
Aberforth was standing there holding a door to one of the rooms open for Harry and Draco to step inside.
Draco watched the room as Harry went up to Aberforth. Then he followed Harry up the stairs. His spine crawled with the feeling that something wasn't right.
"Why did you bring us up here?" Harry asked as soon as the door was shut.
"I don't want people seeing two figures in black coming into the back room again," Aberforth said. "The next time you come, use the back entrance."
"You've seen the news, then," Draco said.
Aberforth gave one nod. "Of course," he said. "I'm surprised you're here at all with what's happened."
"It's probably safer to act earlier, and we didn't have a choice," said Harry. "We had to come today."
Aberforth didn't press with questions. "Did you find a way to destroy it?"
Draco nodded. "Do you have more information for us?" he asked.
"I haven't spoken with Severus since the last time I saw you," said Aberforth. "I didn't expect you for a month at least."
"Does he have any information?" Harry asked, scowling just from the thought of Snape.
"I'm sure there is more to tell. Albus spoke to him about the Horcruxes far more often than he spoke with me. I know a few things, but not all of it."
"Take us to him, then," Draco snapped, his nerves seeming too tight.
Aberforth nodded and stepped toward Draco to grasp his arm. He Apparated him and then Harry and soon they were all standing outside the boulder again and Aberforth was prodding it with his wand.
Snape appeared with a pop and then scowled when he saw them. "Your father is looking for you," he said to Draco. "Why are you here?"
"We destroyed the Horcrux," Harry said quietly, firmly.
"Let us get inside." Snape nodded to Aberforth and stepped forward to grasp Draco's arm and Apparated.
Aberforth Apparated with Harry. He took a seat and Harry followed, eager to simply get it over with and get out of there. Harry pulled the now empty and open locket out of his pocket and placed it on the table.
Snape picked it up and looked at it, seeming impressed in spite of himself. "How did you open it?" he asked.
"Parseltongue," said Harry. "And then Draco destroyed the actual soul piece."
Their former Professor raised an eyebrow, looking between the two young men for a moment, and then nodded. He leaned back. "So, do you know what the rest of them are?"
Draco snorted. "Yes, we know it all and we came to gloat. Just tell us what you know already."
"No reason to take that tone with me, Mr Malfoy," Snape said with a sneer.
"I am not your student now, and this isn't a class," Draco drawled. "We are taking a great risk just coming here, so let's not play games!"
Harry stared hard at Snape and couldn't keep the smug look out of his eyes. "I would have to agree," he said.
Aberforth cleared his throat. "I do think it better that they get home as soon as possible," he said seriously.
Snape snorted, but grudgingly nodded. "You need to look in places that had symbolic meaning to Tom Riddle," he said. "The ring was in the old Gaunt shack, the locket in the cave. Where else would he have considered important?"
Harry sighed. "The diary wasn't hidden; Lucius Malfoy had it, although he must not have know what it was .... The others ... I don't know. Dumbledore said Voldemort's snake, 'Nagini', is possibly one, but we can't go straight for her. Might he have hidden them in places where significant people were killed?" He paused to think. "That seems too obvious. I don't know anything more about Voldemort as Tom Riddle than what Dumbledore showed me in the Pensieve."
"Did you say he was raised in a Muggle orphanage?" Draco asked.
Harry nodded. "Yeah, he was," he said. "That was partly the significance of the cave. It was where he tortured Muggle children he lived with. His mother died there, in the orphanage."
"That sounds like a significant place, to me," Draco said quietly.
Snape looked at Draco with a look that was as close to an approving smile as it got.
Harry nodded. "Yes, significant, but would he hide it there?" he asked. "With Muggles? I would think he wouldn't sink that low. And there's not much protection he could put there without someone noticing it."
"Where is the body of his mother?" Draco asked.
"I don't know," said Harry. "The people at the orphanage must have buried her. Perhaps we can go there and ask questions. Go to that town."
"Meanwhile, you should be researching possible artefacts that he may have used as well," Snape said. "Did he manage to find and use Ravenclaw and Gryffindor artefacts?"
"We've been doing that, but without much luck," Draco said, sighing.
"The only artefact we know of that was Gryffindor's is that sword in Dumbledore's office, and we haven't found anything about Ravenclaw," said Harry. "Just the standard books about the founders. There's surprisingly very little about them written besides in the books that everyone knows about."
"So, look in non-standard places," Snape sneered.
“Is that all you have for us?" Draco said with a huff, sounding tired.
"For now." Snape frowned. "And a warning."
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Lucius considers what you have done to his son a ... personal insult," Snape said. The man looked at Draco. "And you know what that means."
"I do," Draco said quietly. Then he stood, scooping up the locket and handing it back to Harry. "Let's go."
Harry took the locket from Draco, frowning. "That's all you have for us?" he asked Snape.
"Yes," Snape said and stepped up to Draco, taking his arm. Aberforth did the same with Harry, Apparating them back to the spot beside the rock. But Snape and Draco did not immediately appear.
Harry frowned and waited. "Where are they?" he asked Aberforth after a few moments.
"Give them a bit," said Aberforth calmly.
Harry scowled.
"Well?" Draco looked at Snape, waiting for the man to Apparate him.
"We need to talk," he said.
"The hell we do," Draco snapped. "Not without Harry."
"Yes," Snape hissed. "Especially without Potter."
Draco narrowed his eyes. "Well, talk then," he spat.
"Have you been researching how to free yourself?" Snape asked.
Draco's scowl deepened,."I don't want the binding dissolved, if that is what you are asking."
"Draco," Snape growled, his grip on the other man's arm tightening. "You have to find a way out of this!"
"Take me to Harry, now," Draco insisted.
Harry waited angrily. "They've had a bit now," he said angrily to Aberforth. He didn't like being without Draco at all, especially right now.
Aberforth frowned.
"I'm giving them another minute and then you're Apparating me back if they're not out here," Harry said, eyes glinting dangerously.
"Draco, your father will find a way to break that binding even if he has to kill you," Snape warned.
"He'll try, yes," Draco said calmly.
Snape scowled. "You can't want this. Even if you don't want to become a Death Eater, that doesn't mean you have turn yourself into ... this!"
"You really don't get it, do you? I do want this," Draco said, sneering.
"You want to be Potter's whore?" Snape snapped. "No, I don't believe that."
"Better his than my father's!" Draco snapped. "Now, TAKE ME BACK!"
Harry was glaring now. "Take me back in there," he said. "Take me back in there right now."
Aberforth was still frowning. "I don't know if that would be a wise thing to do."
"Now," said Harry angrily. "Right now!"
Aberforth sighed and grasped Harry's arm again and Apparated them back inside.
Harry arrived back in the room just in time to hear Draco shouting the last three words at Snape, still holding his arm and glaring.
Harry's eyes widened and he stepped forward quickly and grasped Draco's arm, glaring at Snape. "We're leaving," he said dangerously.
"The wards won't allow you without my help," Snape snapped at him.
"We're done here," Draco said to the man. "Let us go."
Harry's nose flared with anger. "Let him go right now," he said, voice low.
"Severus," said Aberforth softly, but still a bit firmly. He stared at him.
"Very well," Snape said angrily. "I will Apparate you out this time."
"Go first," Harry growled.
Snape and Draco disappeared with a pop.
Aberforth grasped Harry's arm again, looking sad like he had last time, and Apparated them out as well.
The four of them stood beside the stone again. Draco wrenched his arm out of Snape's grasp and stepped away from him toward Harry.
Harry continued to glare at Snape. "We won't bother coming back if you're going to keep this up. Whatever it is you're trying to do isn't going to work," he spat.
Draco had drawn his wand and now stepped up beside Harry. "Take my arm, Harry."
Harry grasped Draco's arm tightly.
Draco Apparated them back to a location near Grimmauld.
Harry was still breathing heavily. "Where are we?" he asked, looking around.
"Near the house," Draco said, putting his wand away and shuddering slightly.
"Don't put your wand away," Harry said quietly. "Not until we get back." He drew his own wand.
Draco kept his wand in his hand but hidden in his cloak as they made their way back to the house. It was dark out now and Draco felt even more on edge than ever.
Harry's heart beat madly as he walked quickly along. He stayed close to Draco, looking all around him. He didn't think there was much of a chance of anything happening, but he was nervous all the same.
When they were in sight of Number Twelve, Draco had to restrain the urge to run. He still had that creepy feeling that he was being watched.
Harry very nearly did run, but something held him back. No sudden movements, his brain seemed to tell him. He breathed a huge sigh of relief when they were finally standing in front of the house. He moved forward and stepped inside, face very pale.
The door closed behind them and Draco slumped against it, his body shuddering as the tension was released.
Harry bent forward, hands on his knees and eyes closed. He tried to take steady, even breaths.
Draco's eyes were closed, the fear and anger he had held at bay now seeming to flare inside him.
Harry looked up at Draco and moved quietly over to him. He grasped the front of Draco's robes and pulled him against his body, putting his arms tightly around him.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and put his face into his hair, breathing in his scent.
Harry continued his own breathing and tightened his grip. "We're okay," he whispered, both to Draco and himself.
"Yours," Draco whispered, the shudders beginning to subside but his eyes still closed.
Harry nodded and swallowed. They both stood there until Harry could feel that Draco was calmer. "Okay?" he asked, petting Draco's hair.
Draco was confused on whether to shake or nod his head, settling instead for a shrug.
Harry sighed and kissed Draco's cheek. "We should go and tell Ron and Hermione that we're back," he said quietly.
The blond nodded his head but made no attempt to actually move from Harry's arms.
Harry frowned and hugged Draco. "We'll just tell them we made it back and then we'll go to bed okay? I'm not going anywhere and you'll be right here with me."
Draco took Harry's hand and followed the other man.
Only Hermione was in the study and she looked up when Harry and Draco entered the room. She breathed a rather large, relieved sigh.
"We're back. We're okay," said Harry.
Hermione glanced at Draco and then back to Harry. "What did you two find out?" she asked.
"Can we talk tomorrow? We're both tired and it's not earth-shattering news anyway." Harry still held Draco's hand tightly.
She glanced at Draco again and nodded, frown on her face. "Goodnight," she said quietly.
Harry nodded and led Draco from the room to go to their own.
Draco was content to allow himself to be led to their room. He felt calm now but it didn't feel real.
Harry shut the door quietly and then began undressing, watching Draco out of the corner of his eye.
Draco walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling numb.
Harry sighed and dropped his shirt to the floor. He climbed up on the bed and came up behind Draco on his knees. He pulled him back against him, wrapping an arm around his chest.
Draco tensed when Harry pulled him back, afraid that if he allowed himself to feel anything, he would break.
"You don't have to hold it back, Draco," Harry said very quietly. "It's just me here. You don't have to hold it back."
"Feel like I will fall apart," Draco whispered, barely audible.
Harry held Draco tighter. He didn't have any idea what to tell Draco. All he could think of was what he had told him already, that he wouldn't let Lucius get him, but that didn't seem to work and Harry didn't want to say that name anyway. He didn't want to say anything about that evil man at all.
Draco reached a shaking hand up to begin to undress himself and found that he was fumbling too much. He hung his head forward, chin on his chest and tried to breathe deep.
Harry just held him closely for a few long moments. "You want me to help you?" he asked after a bit, using his free hand to rub Draco's arm gently.
Draco nodded, and leaned back against Harry, relinquishing himself to him. "Yours," he said, sighing.
Harry nodded and kissed the side of Draco's face. He released his hold on the blond gently and then backed away from him. He got up from the bed again and walked around to stand in front of Draco before he pulled him up to his feet and unclasped his robe and pushed it from his shoulders. He undressed him completely with slow, gentle hands and then sat him back on the bed. He finished undressing himself and then sat next to Draco and kissed the side of his face again, rubbing his back with one hand.
Draco leaned into Harry and sighed, starting to tremble again. He hated losing control. And then he saw the image of his father's face, anger and disdain making his face ugly as he looked down at his crying son.
Harry could feel the tension in Draco's body. He didn't know how to help him except to hold him for as long as Draco needed. "You're mine, Draco," he whispered. "I'm yours. No one else's."
Draco turned, pressing himself into Harry and pressing him back to the bed and wrapping himself around him. Then he let go of his control, shaking violently and crying.
Harry let him, knowing that it was good to just let it all out. He lay on his back with arms around Draco, holding him tightly and running his hands over his skin soothingly.
"He called me 'Potter's whore,'" Draco gasped, his face still pressed against Harry's chest.
Harry's eyes widened. "Snape?" he hissed. He hadn't been expecting that.
Draco nodded, "He wants to save me from you," he said, sniffing.
"Save you from me?" Harry asked angrily. "Why is he doing this?"
Draco was quieter now as he wiped his tears away and looked at Harry. "He is trying to protect me," he said. "I think he feels it was his responsibility since he is my godfather, as well as head of House."
"And he fucking hates me," Harry said heatedly. He kissed Draco's forehead. "Draco, you're not my whore. I love you."
"I know that," Draco said, looking at him, "but he doesn't believe it. He doesn't believe that I would choose you. From his perspective, I suppose it does look odd."
Harry sighed. "Is he going to fucking try and break us up every time we fucking go there?" His hold on Draco tightened. "We can't break up anyway, you'd die!
"He wanted to know if I had found a way to break the bond, to 'free myself' as he put it," Draco explained.
"Does he really think I forced you into this?" Harry asked. "That I somehow fucking made you have sex with me?"
"I think so," Draco said. "And what he saw that day ... after the tower ... well, it didn't help."
"But I was trying to keep you alive!" Harry said indignantly. "I wasn't - I would never - I would never rape you! I would never fuck you if you didn't want it just because I did!"
Draco laid his hand against Harry's face and looked into his eyes. "I know. I know you were only trying to save me." He smiled at Harry. "And I think I have made it clear that I want you. In fact, I think I made that clear before you did."
Harry smiled gently at Draco. "Yes, I suppose you did," he said quietly.
"Snape doesn't want to believe it," Draco said, then looked away. "Father won't care what I wanted."
"I didn't think he would," said Harry, his anger dying out a bit. "But we'll be okay. No one can take this from us, right?"
Draco laid his head on Harry's chest again, holding him tight. "I hope not," he whispered.
Harry frowned. "No one can," he said.
Draco began nuzzling and licking the skin under his face, loving the taste and texture of Harry.
Harry let his eyes slide shut and continued to run circles on Draco's skin. "This is what matters to me," he said, squeezing Draco lightly. "You've told me before how much you love me and to never doubt it. I want to tell you that. I love you, Draco. More than anything and I'll never stop. I can feel it inside me. I know I'll never stop loving you."
A shiver of happiness went down Draco's spine at those words and he continued to nuzzle and lick his way to Harry's nearest nipple, sucking at that darker flesh.
Harry sighed at the feel of Draco's mouth on his skin. "I want to make love to you, I want you to make love to me, anything. I just want you," he whispered.
"Mmhmm," Draco agreed, suckling Harry's hardening nipple while his hand slid down to stroke his belly, teasing his way down.
Harry sighed again and shivered at the touch of Draco's hand and mouth. "Yes," he breathed, his voice below a whisper.
Draco slid his leg over Harry's and moved against him, biting and licking his way to the man's other nipple. Draco's half-hard cock brushed against Harry's thigh.
Harry gasped quietly and buried his fingers in Draco's hair, running them through it and pulling the hair-tie loose.
Draco sucked harder on the bud in his mouth, his thigh pressing between Harry's legs.
Harry moaned now and thrust up against Draco's leg. His heart began beating quicker and his entire body seemed to flush with heat.
Draco continued to rub his face against Harry's chest, delighting in the feel of him. He smoothed his cheek down the other man's body, sliding himself against Harry's leg as well, moving down until he could press his face against Harry's hip.
"Draco," Harry whispered. "Merlin, Draco." He opened his eyes and looked down at Draco's beautiful face against his hip and it made his cock twitch.
Draco's long silky hair trailed behind him, spread out over Harry's belly. He kissed the hip under his face, running his hand over bone and flesh and over to the other hip. He used his construct hand to steady himself against the bed before sliding his face into the soft black hair between Harry's legs.
Harry let out a gasping breath and reached down to grip Draco's hair. "Mmm, Draco, please," he moaned. Draco's skin felt so good everywhere it touched Harry's own. Draco's face pressed so close to his erection it was driving him mad.
Draco chucked, nuzzling the thick hair and licking the soft skin of Harry's balls. He had his hand pressed against Harry's hip, holding him in place.
Harry looked down at Draco. Such a mess of blond hair and creamy white skin and Harry loved it. He would have arched up if Draco hadn't been holding him.
Draco hummed to himself as he licked and sucked Harry's balls, enjoying sucking each of them into his mouth and playing his tongue over them.
Harry sucked in a breath as the slight vibrations of Draco's humming sent jolts of pleasure straight to his cock. "Shit, Draco, please," he moaned. "Feels so fucking good."
Draco slid his other leg over now, so that he was kneeling between his lover's legs, his face still pressed against his groin. He slid his hand down, and between Harry's legs, pushing at his thigh to make more room.
Harry immediately let his legs fall open more, giving Draco as much room as he needed. "Fuck, Draco, please suck me," he gasped.
Draco chuckled, loving the sound of Harry begging him. He trailed fingers across his skin until he reached his lover's balls, cupping them as he ran his tongue up the length of his erection. At the tip, he flicked the tongue out quickly, catching the taste of pre-come gathered in the slit. He lifted his face to Harry's and said quietly, "No."
Harry moaned and tossed his head about as Draco licked him, but at his words Harry's breath sped up and he lifted his head slightly. "Why?" he whined.
"Because I can," Draco laughed, returning to lick along the shaft again, swirling his tongue over the head but not taking it into his mouth.
Harry whimpered and fell back to the bed, bringing one hand up to rub his face and clutch in his own hair. "Bloody fucking Merlin," he said weakly as Draco teased him.
Draco so loved to torture Harry. And this was definitely the most delightful way he had ever found. Years of thinking up ways to make Harry flush. He should have tried this sooner. Grinning wickedly, he Summoned the lube and dipped his fingers into it. He returned his hand between Harry's legs and slid those fingers down his perineum to his entrance. There he stopped, sliding the slick tip around the opening even as he bent and slid his tongue around the head of Harry's cock.
"Fuck!" Harry cried. "Oh, Merlin, please do something! Fuck me, suck me, something, please!" His hand gripped the blanket beneath him and his other hand pulled his own hair.
Draco slid one long finger in slowly, sliding is mouth over the head of Harry's cock at the same time. The blond was so hard, and every time Harry begged, Draco's cock jumped as if trying to fulfill his wishes.
"Oh, yesss," Harry hissed his back arching. "Fuck, yes."
Draco kept his lips firmly around the head of Harry's cock, not sucking it in further, licking at the smooth skin and pumping his finger in his arse at the same time.
"Not enough," Harry groaned after a few seconds. "Fuck, it's not enough! I want your cock in me!" His entire body felt flushed and hot and it wasn't enough.
Harry's magic flared, making Draco shiver as it ran across his skin. The words had not been said as a command, so Draco could choose not to obey them. He slid his mouth slightly lower, running his tongue around the outer ridge of the head of Harry's cock. Meanwhile, a second slick finger joined the first.
Harry felt like he was going to explode or something. His heart beat so fast and hard and he was gasping with almost every breath. "Draco, yes, please! Oh, fuck!"
Draco shuddered, magic running like hot fingers over his skin. He was sure he could come just from doing this to Harry. He moaned, pushing, not two, but four fingers into Harry this time and sliding his mouth down his length.
"Oh, shit!" Harry cried out, his whole body jerking. "Oh, fucking shit!" His arse clenched around Draco's fingers and his cock jerked in his mouth.
Draco used his mouth to pump his lover and his hand to fuck him. Harry's magic ran hot around them.
Harry arched and cried out and gasped and shouted. "Yes, Draco, yes!" He yelled. "Oh, fuck, yes!" Being fucked and sucked at the same time was amazing. Bloody fucking brilliant.
Draco narrowed his hand, so that his thumb was nestled inside his fingers and used his entire hand to fuck Harry now. He felt his hand push deeper, stretching Harry as his knuckles pushed forward. Draco's construct hand lay across Harry's hips now, holding him in place as Draco slid his mouth as far down as he could go, feeling the head of Harry's cock at the back of his throat.
Harry gasped and made a strangled sound in the back of his throat. "Oh my God," he whimpered. He'd never felt so stretched before, so open. He spread his legs wider, his eyes shut tight.
Draco slid his mouth back up, sucking in air even as he sucked Harry's cock. Then he slid down again. Harry's arse was nearly stretched enough now to allow Draco's knuckles past the entrance and he eased into that tightness with little thrusts making his hand as narrow as he could. With a sudden give, his hand slid forward past it's widest point. Draco's entire hand was now inside his lover.
Harry let out a very loud cry and clenched the blankets as tight as his hands would allow. His chest was heaving and he didn't know what to think. He was so full, so fucking full. "Draco," he whimpered. "Draco, Merlin, Draco."
Draco's hand was encased in his lover's body, that tight warmth pulsing around it. He bobbed his head faster, sucking hard as he began to move his fingers inside of Harry.
Harry could feel every little movement of Draco inside him and his mouth on his cock felt amazing. He could feel the white-hot pleasure building up as Draco bobbed his head. "Yes, Draco," he gasped, still amazed that he could hold so much inside him. "Yes."
Draco was panting through his nose, sucking his lover's cock. He had slid his hand in to the wrist. Now he rotated his hand inside his lover.
Harry grunted and jerked and then he was coming hard into Draco's mouth, pumping out all that he had. His entire mind went completely blank and his head spun, white light dancing on the inside of his eyelids.
The magic flared scalding hot over him and up through his arm just before Harry came. Draco was coming too, his hand inside Harry's clenching body and his mouth sucking and swallowing.
Harry cried out again as Draco's hand moved inside him and he thought he might die from the sensation of it all. He lay panting and gasping for breath, his eyes still closed.
Draco narrowed his hand again and slid out of Harry, pressing his fingers against Harry's opening to help ease the sudden loss. He was gasping too, laying his face on Harry's hip again.
Harry couldn't even talk yet. He groaned as Draco slid out of him. How had he taken all of that? Merlin, how?
"Definitely," Draco chuckled, "add fisting to your list of kinks, Harry."
Harry was still taking slow breaths and he laughed weakly. "I'm starting to think I'll do anything," he rasped.
"Anything that feels good." Draco smiled, pulling himself up alongside his lover and collapsing beside him. He looked at Harry and nodded. "But certainly not forcing someone who doesn't want it. Trust yourself, love."
Harry sighed and snuggled up close to Draco. "I know I didn't rape you," he said quietly. "It was just - after what Snape said - and then thinking back to what
I did and the fact that you were saying no ... It was just a scary vision - is a scary vision. That whole night was scary."
Draco nodded, sitting up and Summoning his wand. His hand was messy but he managed to do a Cleaning Charm for himself and then one for Harry. Finally, he released the charm and took off the construct. He rubbed the stump end of his arm for a minute. "Even with everything that happened, I still think it was harder on you than me," he said.
Harry raised an eyebrow and moved closer to Draco again once he had settled. "How so?" he asked quietly, laying his head on Draco's chest.
"I was so resigned to it all," Draco said, "and you were fighting so hard to find a way to fix it. You had to do that with Snape sitting there. Then you had to cut my arm off. You had to have been terrified."
Harry nodded. "You have no idea," he said. "I think I lost my mind in those last few minutes. It's not even that clear because I was so - frantic. I couldn't have even held you. That was how badly I didn't want to let you go. I had to find something." He held Draco closer.
"Shh," Draco soothed. "It's okay now. I just wanted you to know. Because we ... never talked about it. I would rather be like this than without you, let alone dead."
Harry sighed and nodded again. "Snape's wrong about me," he said. "If you didn't need me every day, I wouldn't make you stay with me if you didn't want to. I would never do that. I wouldn't want to let you go, but I wouldn't force you to be with me, not ever."
"I want you with me, everyday," Draco said quietly.