Harry Potter and The Bound Prince (BP1)

Chapter Number/Total: 34/37

Chapter Title: For Nothing

Beta(s): Nefernat, Nomeci, TheBostonDyke, Godmoma

Words: 3043 Words

Notes:







Earlier that evening, while Harry had been talking with Dumbledore, Draco had been on his way back from the Slytherin dorms. When Crabbe and Goyle caught up with him, he was ready for it this time. What he was not prepared for was that they were not alone.



He had managed to take out Goyle before they got him. Then he lay on his back in a full body bind with a group of Death Eaters looking down on him.



“We’ve come to help you with your mission, Draco,” Amycus had leered. “We heard you have been a bit confused about your priorities.”



“Yeah, we’re here to set you straight again.” Alecto laughed at her own joke.



Crabbe had Draco’s wand and had been smiling down at him too. “We don’t know what Potter did to you, but for the sake of your family, you are being given a last chance, Malfoy.”



They had taken him to meet the others then, explaining the plan on the way. They had almost reached the tower when the fight had broken out with Harry’s friends. Draco had been pushed and dragged to the door of the tower and shoved through it.



He had reacted on instinct when he saw Dumbledore, disarming him before he had had a chance to even realize what he was doing. But he hadn’t been able to do it. Snape had.



The only thing that had made the shock and anger bearable was that Harry had been missing from the fight. Until they left the tower and Draco suddenly realised that he was behind them. Snape was dragging Draco away while Harry was screaming his name.



That was when Draco had realized that Harry had witnessed the scene on the tower. The second broom had made sense. Draco hadn’t thought it could be worse, but it was. Harry had heard it all, seen it all.



Dumbledore was dead, Snape a murderer, others hurt or dead, and worst of all, Harry betrayed – all for nothing. Draco sat staring at the serpent coiled around his arm, fangs still sunk into his flesh. Snape had been wrong. It mattered who killed Dumbledore. Draco had failed his mission and would be punished for it.



Snape was pacing the small room in a fit of anger over the turn of events. His Godfather had been certain he had saved Draco from the death sentence. Draco almost laughed. He still had a way to cheat the Dark Lord of his punishment. He and Harry had never shown anyone the contents of their binding promises. Snape did not know that Draco would be dead by morning. And that suited Draco just fine.



Draco could feel his body growing cold as the sun began to rise. He wondered if this was how a vampire felt. Tired, he lay down on the cot he sat on and feigned sleep. “I love you, Harry,” he whispered.



***



Harry had dozed off on the couch. "Potter," he heard. "Wake up," the voice snapped. When he opened his eyes, Snape was standing over him, wand pointed at this throat.



Harry took a sharp breath and couldn't even think of anything to say, he was so shocked.



"Don't move," Snape warned, backing up holding Harry's wand in his other hand. They were in that sitting room. Snape stood at the other end of the couch, glowering at Harry. "You never did tell the Headmaster the contents of the binding promise, did you?"



Harry was glaring at Snape now, but that had definitely caught his attention. "Where's Draco?" he asked angrily.



"What did you do to him, Potter? Make it so that if he ran from you, he would die?" Snape sneered.



Harry began shaking. "Where is he?" he asked again, voice full of suppressed rage.



Snape shook his head, glancing around the room. "This place isn't your style, Potter but it is Draco's, though. Is this where you tricked him into it?"



Harry's chest was heaving now with the effort of staying off of Snape. "You fucking bastard!" he yelled. "Tell me where the fuck he is!"



"Tell me what you did to him or you’ll never see him again," Snape threatened.



Harry stared at Snape for a moment. "We made the binding promise without even knowing we were doing it," he said, still shaking. "He needs me to live, my magic or something. I would never have done it if I'd known what it would do to him. Don't you dare imply that I would hurt him wilfully."



Snape's eyes narrowed and then his wand flicked. Suddenly, Harry was thrown back to the couch -- in the past, remembering the binding again. He could feel Snape grabbing the images and words from his mind.



Harry gasped and tried to push Snape out, but succeeded only when he had seen everything. "You fucking bastard!" he screamed. "How dare you! Who the fuck do you think you are?!"



Snape had gone paler than usual, his eyes wide at what he had witnessed. "Did you forget that I am his Godfather?" Snape hissed.



"I don't give a damn who you are!" Harry screamed. "No one has the right to see that!"



Snape stared at Harry for another minute. "Do you still want to save him?" he asked.



"Must you ask?!" Harry hissed.



"Enough to go willingly with me to where he is now?" Snape asked, his face hard.



Harry glared at Snape. He knew this was his only chance at saving Draco, but Snape had killed Dumbledore. Harry closed his eyes at that thought. What if it was a trap? "How do I know you'll take me to him?" Harry asked, his mind already halfway made up to go.



"I found you sleeping and unprotected," Snape sneered. "Might I point out that if I had intended to harm you, the deed would have been done by now."



"Fine. Yes, I'll go," Harry said, his heart beating madly.



"You will work with me to save Draco, and we call a truce until that is accomplished. Agreed?" Snape asked.



"Yes!" Harry hissed. "Take me to him, now!" He shifted a bit under Snape's wand.



Snape nodded. Gesturing behind Harry to the cabinet against the back wall. "We go through there and then I’ll Apparate us to where he is," he said. "After you, Mr Potter."



Harry leapt from the couch and ran over to the cabinet. Without any hesitation at all, he stepped into it.



Snape followed Harry into the cabinet and into the back room at Borgin and Burkes. Then he grabbed the boy’s arm and took him on a side-along to the bolthole. It was not much more than a large stone walled room with several cots, some food provisions and potions supplies. Four cots, a table and four chairs were the only furniture in the room. There were no windows or doors visible.



Harry's breath caught as he set eyes on Draco lying on one of the cots. He ran over to him and fell to his knees, gasping for breath. He touched him everywhere he could. He was cold and unconscious, but he was there and alive. "Oh, Draco, Draco, I'm so sorry, Draco," Harry sobbed into the other boy's black robes. He kissed his face over and over again. He'd never felt more relieved in his life.



Snape moved to the furthest point in the room. Sitting in one of he chairs, still holding his own wand. He had put Harry's wand inside his own robes.



Harry pulled himself together enough to glance over his shoulder at Snape. He didn't let go of Draco. "I think you know what I need to do," he said angrily.



Snape nodded, but said nothing.



Harry's eyes widened before they narrowed and his nostrils flared. "Get. Out," he said, accentuating each word with a pause.



"No," Snape said. "I am more than willing to refrain from watching. But I must warn you that if anything happens to me, the two of you would die in this place. The wards are keyed to me, and won't allow anyone else to Apparate in or out."



Harry gripped Draco's robes in his hands so tightly, his fingers almost pushed through. Breathing heavily, Harry got to his feet and rolled Draco so that he was lying on his stomach. Harry squeezed his eyes shut and faced away from Snape. "Is there anything I can use for lubricant here?" he asked though gritted teeth.



"One moment," Snape said, and walked over to the potions supplies. He took a vial from he shelves and brought it to Harry, handing it to him without comment before walking back to his seat. Harry could hear the sound of the chair being turned around and the man reseating himself.



Harry wordlessly reached underneath Draco to undo his trousers; he left his robe on him. Then he began undoing his own, leaving his robe on as well. He was red with fury and he prepared Draco very quickly. His erection was completely due to him being able to get one whenever he wanted; there was nothing stimulating about this. He shut his eyes as tightly as he could and pulled Draco's hips up to thrust quickly into him, not making a sound.



Draco was further gone than Harry had ever seen him before. He was cold and still, not even reacting to his entrance.



Harry kept his eyes closed and pulled out again. "Come on, Draco," he whispered very quietly as he pushed back in. Draco was so cold he was making Harry cold.



Several thrusts later, Draco gasped as if in pain, a small shudder running through his body.



Harry let out a quiet sigh of relief. He thrust a little harder, a little faster. He was trying to do anything to make Draco wake up, to make him come back so that Harry could hug him and kiss him properly.



"No, please stop," Draco's dry voice gasped.



Harry stilled immediately. He pulled out. "Draco?" he asked hurriedly, leaning over him.



"Let me go," Draco whispered.



Harry's brows pulled together in a frown. He moved back behind Draco and positioned himself again. "No," he whispered, and then he pushed in again.



"No," Draco said louder, moving weakly but trying to move away from Harry.



Harry felt his eyes fill with tears. "No, Draco," he said, holding him in place. "I can't."



Feeling was returning to his body, and Draco fought back.



"No, stop, please," Harry sobbed, trying to hold Draco still, thrusting weakly into him. "Please."



Draco collapsed against the cot, unmoving but no longer struggling. He closed his eyes, tears already running down his face.



Harry sobbed uncontrollably. He couldn't come; he thrust for a few more minutes and hoped it would be enough. He pulled out and fell to his knees again and crawled over to Draco, clutching at his robes tightly.



Draco felt Harry lay beside him. He could breathe and feel his body, but he still felt cold and empty. He opened his eyes.



Harry pulled Draco to him and hugged him as tightly as he could. "I'm sorry," he cried. "I'm sorry, Draco."



"Why?" Draco whispered. "Why are you here?"



Harry could hardly speak. "I love you," he said simply.



Draco frowned. "I betrayed you."



"No you didn't," Harry wept. "I saw everything, I heard everything." Harry brought one hand up to grasp Draco's hair. "You didn't do anything wrong."



Draco tried to shake his head, but it just came out as a wince. "Did a lot wrong," he said. "And still going to die."



"No you're not," Harry said firmly. "I won't let you."



"Check my arm," Draco sighed.



Harry frowned. He pulled back to look at Draco's arm and saw the familiar sight of the serpent still there. "But why - why if...?" he asked, horrified.



"I didn't do it," Draco wanted to laugh, but only had energy to sigh. "Had to be me."



Harry stared at Draco, eyes wide and tears still falling. "No," he whispered, his head falling back down onto the cot.



"Yes," Draco whispered.



Harry just continued to stare at Draco and then his eyes fell shut, still leaking tears. "No," he pleaded. "No, no, please, no."



Draco struggled to move, he managed to lean in and gently kiss Harry's lips.



Harry couldn't even kiss back. He didn't know what to do. He had been so sure that he had found Draco and that everything was going to be all right. He should have known better. Nothing came easy for Harry Potter.



Draco settled into the other boy's arms and closed his eyes. "I love you," he whispered.



Harry wanted so desperately to tell Draco that he loved him too, but right at that moment everything came crashing down on him, everything. Dumbledore was dead, people were hurt, he didn't have a Horcrux, and Draco was still going to die. All he could do was hold Draco to him and cry.



Draco felt himself slipping away again, cold and peaceful in Harry's arms.



Harry didn’t know what was happening for at least a few minutes, but then he could suddenly feel Draco getting cold again. "No, Draco, no please," he sobbed, moving the blond hair from Draco's face. He quickly got to his feet again behind Draco. He willed himself to get hard and worked at himself furiously. Harry was no longer aware of Snape being in the room. He pulled Draco to him once more and plunged in again, he was determined to do it right this time. Draco was certainly not going to die this way, not at Harry's hands.



Draco groaned as he felt Harry push in again, the trickle of magic pulling him back from that quiet place. "No," he pleaded, "Let me go."



Harry didn't respond, he just thrust forward, his eyes closed again. It was going to take a miracle for him to reach completion, but if he did this long enough, he would have to eventually.



Draco began to thrash again as feeling returned to his limbs, trying to fight against Harry. He continued to plead with Harry to stop. His own body was responding to Harry's magic in spite of his resistance.



Harry closed his eyes even tighter and continued thrusting. He was trying to imagine anything that might make this go faster; Draco was not making things any easier. He tried to picture Draco hot and sweaty beneath him. Begging Harry to go faster, push harder, to fuck him. It wasn't really working, but it was the only thing Harry could do.



Draco was sobbing now, warmth flowing from Harry into him and it felt so good, so right, in spite of everything. He found himself no longer struggling but pushing back, meeting Harry's thrusts with his hips.



Harry could feel Draco responding and it was a great help. He was gasping for breath now, thrusting faster. Only a few more minutes, he told himself; only a few more minutes.



Harry's magic flared when Draco pushed back, and it sent jolts of pleasure throughout the blond’s body. "Harry, yes," Draco gasped. He was still crying but now he began to beg Harry for more instead.



Harry let out a gasping sob. "Please," he begged himself. "Please just do it." Draco's cock, Draco's hair, Draco's smell, Draco's come; his mind was running through images and memories and he could feel something starting to happen. A familiar tightening started in his groin. He groaned with relief.



"Oh, Gods, Harry," Draco was pushing back with arms and legs now, rocking back into him. His own cock had filled and was rubbing against the cot with each of Harry's thrusts as well.



Harry clutched at Draco hips and thrust impossibly faster. Every breath hurt now. He was crying out with every push of his own hips now; a few more, just a few more.



"Fill me," Draco gasped, Harry's magic like a fire inside him and crackling along his skin.



And that was it. Finally Harry was coming, pumping all he could into Draco, tears still shining on his face. He collapsed and actually fell backward onto the floor instead of on top of Draco, his breathing still hurting.



Harry's magic flared and Draco came with a hoarse shout. Harry's sudden withdrawal startled him and he looked around wildly for him. He crawled off the cot and over to Harry, pressing himself to the other boy.



Harry hugged Draco to him and began rocking. He didn't know what to say. He didn't even know what to think. It felt as if the ground had disappeared and he was simply falling through space and time. That would have been better than what was actually happening to him.



After a few minutes of being held by Harry, Draco sighed and shook his head. "Bloody Gryffindor," he said in exasperation.



Harry couldn't help but let out a choked laugh at that. "Slytherin prat," he sobbed.



"Indeed," came a snide voice from the corner of the room.



Harry froze, remembering Snape again. He looked over at him and glared.



Draco startled. He had had no idea that Snape was in the room until he spoke. He closed his eyes and groaned.



Snape's back was still to them. He was apparently bent over, his elbows resting on his knees and his head bent, hair hanging around his face.



Harry reluctantly let Draco go and stood to pull his pants back up. He didn't feel as awful as he had a minute ago, but he was still on edge, tense and very upset. He reached down and grabbed Draco's hands to pull him to his feet as well.



Draco allowed Harry to help him stand, amused to find himself still dressed from the waist up. He looked around for his trousers and shorts, found them and put them back on. He sat back down on the side of the cot and wiped his wet face on the edge of the blanket. He looked thoughtfully over at his Godfather who had not moved since he had spoken.



Harry did not sit down; he moved over close to Draco and stood defensively beside the cot, still staring at Snape.