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What If?
Series Title: Harry Potter and The Bound Prince
Authors: and .
Fandom: Harry Potter
Series Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst, Smut
Pairing: Draco/Harry (others implied as backstory).
Series Length: 125,000 Words (37 Chapters)
Series Warnings: Language, Slash, Lemon, Anal, Oral, Rimming, Dom/Sub, Dubious Consent, Monogamy, Jealousy, Humiliation, Pain, Violence, Blood.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy et al are a fictional characters created by J.K. Rowling as part of the Harry Potter series. We just borrow them to play. We don't make any money from it but we do have a very good time.
Series Summary: In Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince there is a pivotal moment where things could have gone very differently. That is the bathroom scene where Harry nearly kills Draco by accident. Draco is upset that Harry has caught him crying and throws a hex. It escalates and ends in blood. Our story begins with the simple premise of "what if" something changed in the bathroom scene so that Harry and Draco talked instead of throwing hexes. It also takes the assumption of unvoiced attraction between the two. Draco takes a chance and kisses Harry. Once sparked, their mutual desire and exploration becomes the driving force in the alternative ending to that of Half-Blood Prince. Draco's "mission" from Voldemort turns out to be more complex than that presented in canon and their solution even more difficult.
Notes: If you are looking for soft, sweet innocent Harry - don't read this. He isn't evil, but he is definitely edgy. Harry starts out innocent enough, but quickly shows a willingness to try and say just about anything that gets him what he wants. Although he doesn't always top, he is very aggressive.
Chapter Number/Total: 37/37
Chapter Title: What If?
Beta(s): Nefernat, Nomeci, TheBostonDyke
Words: 5660 Words
Harry turned to Draco, frowning. He stared at him for a long time. "I don't know what I'll do if I can't save you," he said, closing his eyes.
Draco reached for his hand and then pulled Harry upright, into his arms. His lips closed on Harry's as his other hand slid into the other boy's hair.
Harry kissed Draco back as if it would be their last. "Oh, Merlin, I love you," Harry gasped, clutching at Draco's robes.
"I am yours," Draco said softly. "Show me. Make love to me."
Harry pulled back and looked Draco in the eyes. He nodded slowly and kissed him again, pulling him flush against his body. He stood, pulling Draco with him and bringing him over to one of the cots, never breaking the kiss.
Draco sighed, opening to Harry's kisses, his touch and following him where he led.
Harry shook as he began undressing Draco slowly, kissing every inch of new skin exposed. He felt like crying, but held it back, trying to be strong for Draco. He knew Draco needed this - Harry needed this.
Draco trembled under Harry's touch. He wished he could have a lifetime of being with Harry. His throat was thick and he swallowed around the lump in it. He only had this one night left and he was glad that Harry understood why he needed this. He sighed and arched as Harry undressed him, his flesh responding happily to his lover.
"I love you," Harry sighed as he licked around one of Draco's nipples. "I love you." Quick fingers fumbled with the fasteners of Draco's trousers and he ran his hands around the skin there before he slowly slid down Draco's body to remove his shoes and socks and finally his slacks. He kissed his way back up Draco's legs, to his chest again as he began pulling at his own robe.
Draco's quick fingers worked at Harry's shirt and trousers, helping him undress. He wanted to touch every part of Harry. He wanted to know every intimate inch of him.
Harry let out a gasping breath as Draco's fingers touched his skin. He shucked his robe and his unbuttoned shirt off and then toed off his shoes and tried wiggling out of his trousers, still unwilling to pull his mouth away from Draco's skin.
"Wait," Draco said, smiling. Then he Accio'd his wand to him, and flicked it toward the cots. Three of the cots slid together and with another quick spell, were transfigured into a large comfortable looking bed. He grinned and raised an eyebrow at Harry.
Harry smiled down at Draco. "That's better," he whispered, moving his mouth back to Draco's skin. He finally managed to get all of his clothes off and hissed as he allowed himself to slide completely against Draco's skin.
"Gods, yes," Draco gasped; the feel of Harry's skin was pure delight. He pulled Harry back with him into the bed.
Harry mouthed hotly and wetly along Draco's chest and collarbone, licking and sucking at the skin there. He never wanted this to stop and his heart gave a painful beat at the thought that this might be the final time. "I love you," he said again, he'd never meant what he said so strongly in his life.
"Yours love, only yours," Draco whispered, working long fingers into Harry's hair, the thickness of it was luxurious. He still trembled under the other boy. He wondered if he lived, would he always tremble at Harry's touch.
Harry had to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment to keep from crying, but he held out and moved back up to Draco's face. He kissed his lips slowly. He brought his tongue out and licked along them, tracing them, trying to burn them to memory.
His mouth opened for Harry, feeling his tongue against his lips and wanting more of him. One hand still clutching his hair, Draco's other hand slid up stroking Harry's back, marvelling at the texture of bone, muscle and skin so warm and vibrant. He had always admired Harry's fire and the way it always seemed to radiate from every part of him.
Harry traced Draco's teeth and explored every bump and ridge in his mouth, moaning slightly. He pressed his hand flat to Draco's stomach running it along that smooth, pale skin that he would never forget. His other hand found its way into Draco's hair, moving through the fine strands.
It felt overwhelmingly good and, yet, he couldn't help the tears that started to fall. Never did he want to live more than when Harry touched him.
Harry moved the hand on Draco's stomach down to explore how his hipbones jutted out slightly and all of his sharp, hard angles. He traced fingers through the trail of hair from Draco's navel downward, moaning again.
"Yes, Harry, yes," Draco murmured against him, not caring that he was crying. His hand on Harry's back traced a similar path down Harry's spine. His breathe hitched again when he reached the base. He loved that spot just before the curve of Harry's ass. He splayed his hand out, palm there but fingers arching up the swell of muscle.
Harry took a sharp breath and moved his hand lower. He touched gently along Draco's erection, and his balls trying to memorize everything there as well. He moved down and licked at Draco's nipple again, moving his hand just a bit.
Draco moaned, arching into Harry's touch. "Yes, yes, I love your touch, your tongue," Draco gasped, pulling at Harry's hair.
Harry was gasping now, letting out quiet moans as he began to thrust lightly against Draco's leg, still moving his hand.
"I want..." Draco gasped, "inside you."
Harry hissed at that. "I'll give you... anything... you want," he gasped, kissing Draco again.
His tongue thrust into Harry's mouth, mirroring what he wanted. Draco shifted his weight and rolled them over, grinning down at him. His face was still wet with tears, a strange contrast with his wild smile. He pinned Harry under him and began devouring him, licking and chewing at his jaw.
Harry cried out and gasped, his entire body seeming to catch fire. He arched up into Draco, his mouth open and his head thrown back.
"Fuck, yes," Draco growled against his lover's throat. He held Harry's shoulders and continued down his chest, sliding his body down Harry's. He bit and licked his collar and down his pecs to a nipple. There he latched on sucking, rolling that flesh with is tongue.
Harry moaned loudly, arching up again. Draco's amazing ability to make Harry's brain stop working was a wonderful ability indeed. "Draco... fuck me... so hard... I forget every... thing." he gasped, his hands in Draco's hair. "Just... fuck me."
"Yes, fuck you hard and deep, so you feel me everywhere," Draco lifting his head to look up at Harry. "Spread your legs for me."
Harry's moan was so wanton it was almost embarrassing as he immediately did what Draco told him, spreading his legs as wide as he could, chest heaving.
"Gods, you are so so beautiful," Draco moaned, kneeling between his legs and looking in awe at the boy.
"Please," Harry moaned, feeling like he was going to die if Draco didn't touch him in the next second. "Please, Draco." He was grasping and running his hands down his own chest and stomach, desperate for any sort of contact.
Draco ran his hands up Harry's thighs to caress his erection and cup his balls. "Yes, my love. I am going to fill you," he promised.
Harry tossed his head and thrust up into Draco's hands. "Please," he gasped again. "Please. Do... anything to... me. Anything... you... want."
"All that can be done in a night love, all that I can," he grinned. He pressed his fingers below Harry's balls, his other hand stroking his cock. "Is there lube?"
Harry nodded and flung his hand out. He was so lost and his magic so out of control that he did a nonverbal spell and couldn't even be arsed to care. The lubricant that Snape had given him earlier flew into his hand and he tossed it down to Draco, sobbing for him to, "Hurry, please."
Draco's hard cock twitched at the casual display of power and he quickly poured the oil into the palm of one hand and coated the fingers of the other. He slicked his own cock with the palm while reaching fingers to Harry's entrance and pressing the first one in.
"Yes," Harry hissed, but it wasn't enough. "Hurry, Draco, please," he whined, pushing against Draco's hand. He wanted to feel him everywhere, like Draco had said.
Draco gave up preparing Harry and moved forward, pressing his cock against his entrance. "I am going to fuck you deep. Fuck you so that I am inside every part of you," he told him, watching Harry's face.
Harry smiled and moaned at the same time, his mouth open. "Please, do it," he said, wanting to wrap his legs around Draco and make him fuck him.
Draco pushed in, smooth and steady, feeling the tight heat of Harry surrounding him as he did. Magic crackled up his spine and he gasped, finally seating himself fully. "Feel me, Harry," he moaned, "I am in you, I will always be part of you."
Harry gasped and cried out. Draco's words were the most beautiful words he had ever heard while simultaneously being the saddest. "Always," he cried arching his back.
"Always yours," Draco said and pulled back, thrusting in quickly. He watched Harry writhe underneath him as he began to move his hips in a fast, smooth rhythm.
Harry grasped the bed beneath him, moaning and doing his best to push down against Draco. "Yes!" he shouted. "Yes, please! Do this to me forever, Draco, please do this to me forever!" The tears he'd held back began falling from his eyes as the impossibility of his words sunk in. Even if it was possible for two people to do this forever, Harry and Draco wouldn't be able to.
"Yes, forever," Draco gasped, tears returning again he surrendered to the waves of joy, pleasure and loss. "Inside you, always!"
"Always!" Harry cried, and he knew it was true. Even if Draco left him, he wouldn't leave him. He would be inside him forever, forever Harry's.
"Yes!" he thrust harder, faster, feeling the energy of their magic coiling around them and through them.
Harry could feel Draco's magic in him stronger than he ever had. It was quick and struck like lightening. They were so powerful together; Harry could've sworn they were vibrating the bed with their magic alone. As Draco thrust harder into him, Harry felt the magic flare up even more, audibly cracking around them.
Draco grasped Harry's cock in one slick hand, the other clutching the other boy's hip. He was rocking back and forth above his lover. The power coiling through him peaked and Draco arched into Harry, slamming into him, coming and screaming.
"Yes!" Harry cried, arching up as far as his body would allow. Draco's power went through him like a wave of pure pleasure, reaching everywhere, from his cock, to the tip of his nose. Every part of him was in total ecstasy. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think, he didn't even remember where he was for a glorious few seconds as he came moments after Draco's release.
Time felt suspended, their power entwined even more intimately than their bodies. Still shuddering and gasping, Draco leaned forward pressing deep still and kissed Harry, using his lips to gently rub against the his lover's lips as he breathed him in.
Harry kissed back just as gently, somehow able to control his breathing, or perhaps he wasn't breathing, he still wasn't able to tell. He wrapped his legs around Draco and held him, whispering words of love and comfort that he wouldn't even be able to remember in a few minutes.
Draco was still crying, his tears mingling with Harry's as he kissed him. He wrapped one hand in Harry's hair and the other he cupped his cheek. "I would spend my life with you if I could," he whispered in his ear.
Harry's sobs shook his entire body, but they were silent apart from the gasping breaths. "You will," he wept. "You'll be with me forever."
"Yes, always," Draco sighed, feeling it was true no matter what happened at sunrise. He didn't want to move, but eventually he allowed himself to relax, pulling out and sliding over to lie beside Harry. He held him close, laying small kisses on his face.
Harry closed his eyes, allowing Draco to kiss him. He was terrified, but felt calm in Draco's arms at the same time. "You'll be with me forever," he whispered again. It was a very comforting thought.
Draco watched Harry, studying his face. He wished he could wake up for the next 150 years, looking at that face. Now, with only a few hours left, he found himself wanting to fantasize about that life. What would Harry be like in five years? In ten? What would he look like as an old man? He really wished he would see it himself.
Harry stayed like he was for what felt like forever, but certainly wasn't. He wished it had been, that he was able to lie in this bed in this room with the one person in the world he could ever love this much. He actually started to fall asleep, but he forced himself to open his eyes again. Sleep wasn't something he could do right now. He stared at Draco, not wanting to speak, somehow feeling like talking would start time up again, prove that fucking time still mattered.
Draco smiled, watching Harry open sleepy green eyes. Small moments flooded his memory. He saw a young boy in Muggle clothes standing uncertainly in a robe shop. He was the angry boy on the train. Harry on a broom speeding toward the snitch, his look triumphant; Harry diving into the water to rescue his friends. Draco had spent the last five years of his life watching every move Harry ever made. And it pleased him. The last sight he wanted in this world would be Harry's eyes looking at him.
"I love you more than anything," Harry whispered finally. "I swear to anything, on anything that you mean more to me than anything else ever could. I would die for you if you'd let me. I'd do anything for you. You'll still be the most important thing to me when I die. Nothing and no one will ever change that. I swear to you."
Draco stared crying again. He couldn't help it. He didn't want to be the cause of so much pain. "If I die, Harry," he said quietly, "Don't stop loving. Don't spend your life alone. That is what I want. "
Harry squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in Draco's neck. He couldn't imagine loving anyone else, but he nodded. He would give Draco whatever he wanted.
"Good," he said, kissing Harry quickly and laying back on the bed. "Let's not talk about what happens when I die. What would happen if I lived?" he asked quietly.
Harry kept his eyes shut and couldn't help but let out a shaky laugh ending with a sob. "You could drive me crazy f - forever. We could fight t - together in the war, and when I've k- killed him, because I will kill h- him, we could get a house together w - w - wherever you wanted. And we could get - get m - married and I could be allowed to l - love you for forever, and - and - and-" but he couldn't go on, because he knew that none of that was likely to happen and it hurt worse than everything else. His crying took control of his speaking ability.
"I'd like a cat," Draco said quietly, smiling.
Harry laughed at that, and he laughed and laughed and cried and he didn't know what he was doing or which way was up. Everything was mad and he held Draco tightly. "I'd get you one," he said quietly when his fit was over.
Draco smiled happily, imagining a domestic life with Harry and a cat. It was so preposterous and yet, it sounded perfect. "Did you ever think about getting married and having kids and the whole plan for your life?"
Harry laughed at that too. "No," he said simply. "I've only ever thought about my future up to defeating Voldemort."
"My parents had mine planned for me," Draco snorted. "Neither you nor a cat were part of the plan," he laughed.
Harry smiled. "Would you have carried out the plan had I not come into the picture?"
"Actually, the plan before the Dark Lord returned... well, that one hadn't sounded bad at the time," he mused. "I was to marry a pure-blood witch, preferably a moneyed one, and carry on the Malfoy name and fortune."
"Of course," Harry said. "I am not a witch, I'm not a pure-blood, and I'm not particularly moneyed. "I suppose I break all the rules then?" Harry had some money, but he knew it was nothing like what Draco was used to.
"I think the old plan lost a lot when serving a madman became part of it," Draco sighed. "I don't care so much about the rest, though I would miss the money I think."
Harry chuckled and shook his head. He wondered how on earth he was being so calm. "I would give you everything I have," he said kissing Draco's nose like he liked to do.
"I've seen the way you dress, Potter," Draco teased. "I suppose I would have to get a job. How does Minister of Magic sound?"
Harry laughed. "Perfect," he said without an ounce of sarcasm. "Absolutely perfect."
Draco laughed. "Couldn't do worse than what we've had," he snorted. He was toying with Harry's hair again. "What would you do? Play Quidditch?"
"I wanted to be an Auror, but with all this fighting already, Quidditch sounds kind of nice. Think I'm good enough?" he asked smiling lopsidedly.
"Prat," Draco said shoving him and pulling his hair a bit. "I guess it's a good thing I like watching your arse, cause that's the view I get way too often."
Harry mock-gasped. "Is Draco Malfoy admitting, finally, that Harry Potter can whip him on the Quidditch field?" he asked eyebrows raised and a smile still on his face.
"Never," Draco drawled. "You have just been unnaturally lucky." Harry looked so cute, he couldn't help but follow it with a quick kiss.
"Ha!" Harry said after the kiss. "In your dreams, Malfoy! You have yet to beat me. I assure you, it's pure talent."
"I would love to show you pure talent," Draco purred. "I think we need a rematch."
Harry quirked an eyebrow. "Oh, do you?" he asked smiling slyly. It was if everything had flown out of the non-existent window, and the only thing in the world that mattered was Harry and Draco right then and their last bit of normalcy.
"One on one, you and me on the Quidditch field and a snitch," Draco smiled. "The looser gets on his knees to the winner in front of the entire school and proclaims him the best."
"You'd better practice getting on your knees then, because I will win," Harry said smugly. "There is no doubt in my mind. I'm sorry." He smiled hugely.
"So cocky," Draco waggled his eyebrows. "But you will be the one on your knees, Potter."
Harry shook his head, still smiling. "No, no I'm sorry, Malfoy. I guess I'll just have to prove it to you at this match."
"Then it is a bet?" Draco smiled.
"Oh, it's a bet," Harry said and he leaned in and kissed Draco. "But, you really would have to try your hardest. I know how much you like being on you knees in front of me, but just this once, you'd have to resist temptation."
Draco's smile was replaced with a quickening of his breath at the image in his mind and he was suddenly feeling his "hardest" could be literal in moments.
Harry looked at Draco with half-lidded eyes and came forward for another slow kiss. "Is it a deal?" he whispered, voice low and deep.
Draco nodded, licking his lips, "Yes, very much, yes." He rubbed his hardening cock against Harry's hip.
Harry let out a hot breath audible breath. "Good," he said, and then he brought their mouths crashing together again.
They made love again, laughter and tears as much a part of the experience as their orgasms. Finally, blissful, they dozed off. Draco woke later, unable to tell if they had slept for ten minutes or hours. His heart was racing. What time is it? He looked around the room, but Snape had not returned.
Harry felt Draco wake up and it took him a moment to remember where he was and why Draco might sit up so quickly, but then he sat up too. "Where's Snape?" he asked, voice thick with sleep.
"Not here," Draco answered quietly. He picked up his wand and did a quick Tempus spell. 5:57 AM. Draco heart began to pound in his chest, the sound seeming loud in his ears.
Harry's breath caught in his throat at the look on Draco's face. "What time is it?" he asked slowly, dreading the answer.
Draco throat didn't work for a minute. He looked down at his arm at the snake coiled there. He had been preparing for this for a while, but it still seemed too soon. He lay back down against Harry's body, his unmarked arm around Harry's waist. "Just hold me," he said.
Harry closed his eyes and held Draco to him, trembling. "How much longer?" he whispered. He needed to know.
"Only half an hour," Draco whispered, almost afraid to say it aloud.
"No," Harry whimpered, pulling Draco tightly. "I'm not ready yet."
Draco nodded. "I want more, too. More time with you."
"I can't let you go yet," Harry said, voice shaking now as well as his body. "I can't do it."
"No choice," Draco said quietly.
Harry shook his head no, clinging to Draco as if doing so would keep him there. "No, no, no," he sobbed.
Draco closed his eyes, trying to relax. He breathed deep, letting the feel of Harry holding him be the only thing he acknowledged.
Harry held Draco to him and cried. He cried for a long time saying no, no, no over and over again. He couldn't do this, he couldn't.
"Shh, love," Draco soothed. "Let it go. It's over."
"No," Harry cried. "No, it can't be." He sat up suddenly, shaking still. He Accio'd his wand and did a Tempus spell of his own. He nearly choked when he saw that he only had a little over ten minutes. Shaking, he leapt from the bed to his feet, looking wildly around the room. It was like he was waiting for something to rise up and shout that it was what he needed.
Draco was startled. He was frightened but didn't want to show it. "Harry, please stay with me," he asked.
Harry's breathing was coming in sharp gasps and he continued to look around the room. He didn't respond to Draco and he ran over and started pulling drawers out like a mad man, throwing things all over the place. He didn't know what he was looking for. Something, anything, please.
Draco watched as Harry tore the room apart. "Harry, there is nothing left."
Harry wasn't listening to Draco. Tears were obscuring his vision now. "No. No. Please give me something," he pleaded. He whirled around once more and then dropped to his knees, sobbing insanely. He threw himself on the floor and on top of many of the things he had pulled from their places. There was nothing. Nothing in this room could help him. Nothing. He felt something digging uncomfortably into his skin and reached beneath himself to throw it furiously across the room. He brought it up and pulled his hand back, ready to chuck whatever it was, but then he stopped and looked at what was in his hand. His eyes widened considerably and he turned them slowly from the object in his hand to Draco still in the bed.
Draco watched silently while Harry lost it. He didn't know what he had expected, but this wasn't it. But when Harry held up the knife, his eyes widened. "You promised, Harry," Draco said.
Harry still didn't say anything. He got to his feet and came back over to Draco. His hands were shaking so violently, he almost dropped the long kitchen knife. "What if we cut it off?" he asked, his voice as shaky as his hands.
Draco looked at him, unsure what he could be talking about. "The serpent? If you cut the serpent, it will still kill me. It's not a real snake, Harry. It is magic."
Harry's eyes were impossibly wide. "Your arm," he rasped.
Draco's stopped breathing for a minute, and he thought maybe his heart had stopped too. "My arm?" he asked. "With a kitchen knife?"
Harry swallowed. He knew they didn't have much time. "It's the only thing there is! It's the only option left!"
Draco swallowed hard. "It would take too long to saw through the muscle and bone with that," he said quietly.
"We have to try!" Harry said desperately, but then he paused. "Transfigure it," he said quickly. "Transfigure it into a better blade."
Draco felt like he was in some kind of weird dream. It didn't feel real. He grabbed his wand and Accio'd a chair to him. He sat up, still naked, on the edge of the bed. He nodded to the chair and Harry set the knife on it. Draco took a deep breath and transfigured the knife into a sword. Harry looked insane and Draco had no idea if this had any chance of working. But he wasn't spending his last few minutes arguing with him.
Harry was shaking even harder now as he picked up the sword. He was breathing heavily and he turned to Draco. He looked at him for a moment and then dove to the floor and pulled his own belt out of his trousers. He handed it to Draco. "Bite down on that," he said, wondering how much time they had left.
Draco shook his head and used the belt on his upper arm instead, pulling the tourniquet tight. Then he lay down on the bed, laying his left arm across the seat of the chair and looking up at Harry. "You'll need to use sanguinem supprimere to keep me from bleeding to death if this works. Harry...either way, thank you. Remember, I love you."
Harry closed his eyes for a few seconds and then opened them again, determination taking fear's place. "I love you, Draco," he said and then he raised the sword over his head and brought it swinging down on Draco's arm with all the strength in his body.
Draco knew it would hurt, but for a minute, there was no pain. There was only the revolting and disorienting image of his arm falling to the floor as the sword cleaved through his arm and split the wooden chair beneath it. The blood washed over the chair parts, arm, blade and floor. The world spun as he looked up at Harry. Harry's very wide green eyes. The world twisted and turned black.
Blood had splattered across Harry's face and chest. He could hardly believe what he'd just done. He dropped the sword to the floor with a loud clunk. There was so much blood, so much blood everywhere, and it continued flowing from Draco's arm. Harry reached for his wand and did the spell Draco had told him to. The blood thankfully stopped. Harry stared at the bloody stump of Draco's arm and then vomited all over the floor. He wiped his mouth weakly. Had it worked? How could he tell?
Harry sat gently on the bed and looked down at Draco's pale, unconscious face. He used his wand to do another Tempus spell. If Draco had been born at 6:30 AM in the morning, then his birthday had come three minutes ago. Harry closed his eyes and, hoping against hope, lowered his head to Draco's chest. At first he heard nothing and nearly went insane again, but then he heard it - a faint beating. Harry's eyes snapped open and his heart leapt. He moved very close to Draco's face and held perfectly still, and then he felt light breath on his face. Harry's heart felt like it burst then and he nearly passed out he was so relieved. He began crying and pulled Draco's limp body into his lap, hugging him more tightly than he ever had. He would never let anything harm Draco again. Ever.
Snape found them like that, naked and covered in blood. Harry was still holding Draco in his arms. He wrapped Draco in a blanket and prodded a stunned Harry into putting on some clothing. He Apparated them to St. Mungo’s and left them there.
***
Harry was sitting in a chair next to Draco's hospital bed in St. Mungo’s. Draco's "arm" was wrapped in gauze and he was still out cold, probably now due to the pain potions the Healers had given him, but he was alive. Harry still couldn't believe he'd cut his arm off, but he'd take an armless Draco to a dead one any day. He sighed, feeling exhausted but he wasn't going to take eyes off of Draco until he woke. Harry wanted him to know he was there. He couldn't stop staring at the boy. The Healers and staff at the hospital had wanted to get Harry his own room and bed but he was not going to leave Draco's side. He wondered how long it would take for his friends to show up. Probably not long but he was glad they weren't there yet.
Draco didn't know where he was. Actually, Draco barely knew who he was at the moment. He opened his eyes, hissing and shutting them again when the light hurt.
Harry gasped and moved his chair closer to the bed. "Draco?" he asked quietly, reaching for his right hand.
"Mmm," Draco murmured his mouth dry and tasting of something awful. He felt a hand in his and clutched it instinctively.
Harry sighed and pressed his forehead to Draco's stomach. "I'm here, love. I'm here," he said, squeezing Draco's hand.
"Harry?" Draco rasped and tried again to open his eyes. He felt the other boy's head on his belly and looked down at the messy black hair. "Where?"
Harry raised his head up and looked at Draco. He smiled hugely just to see his eyes open and his heart felt like it was going to burst again. "We're in St. Mungo’s," he said quietly.
"I suppose that means I am alive," he smirked.
"Yes," Harry let out like a sigh. "Yes, you are." He kissed Draco's hand. "Alive."
Draco started to nod, but that hurt so he settled for squeezing Harry's hand. He frowned for a minute, trying to remember what had happened. The image of his bloodied arm on the floor flashed in his mind and he looked quickly to his left, seeing the bandaged stump. He promptly vomited over the left side of the bed.
Harry gasped. "Draco!" he let out, the sudden movement scaring him. "All you all right?" he asked worriedly.
"Water?" Draco rasped.
Harry nodded quickly and reached for the water that was actually his from the bedside table. He brought the glass to Draco's lips; it took him back to the Hospital Wing in school all those weeks ago.
Draco drank the water, grimacing at the even worse taste in his mouth now. "Bloody hell," he cursed. He shook his head as if to clear it. "So you really did it? And it worked?" he said as he sunk back against the pillow.
"Obviously," Harry said, smoothing Draco's hair from his face. "You're here, aren't you?" He smiled a bit.
Draco glanced at the closed drapes on the window. "How long was I out? Where is Snape? Am I under arrest?" he asked in quick succession, he brain seeming to wake up now.
"You've been out pretty much all day. It's 8:00. Snape dropped us off here and left. I don't know where he went. And no, you're not under arrest - or at least I don't think so..." Harry gulped, having not thought of that last one.
Draco sighed, and then smiled up at Harry. "Do you know what this means, Potter?"
Harry smiled back, but raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked.
Draco smirked, "Let's make it a multiple choice answer. A) You are stuck with me now. B) You will have to fuck me before morning. C) You never know when to quit. D) You owe me a Quidditch match or E) All of the above."
Harry smiled and his eyes softened. He moved up slightly so that he was right above Draco's face. "I think I'll go with E," he said and then bent forward and touched his lips to Draco's.
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Series Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst, Smut
Pairing: Draco/Harry (others implied as backstory).
Series Length: 125,000 Words (37 Chapters)
Series Warnings: Language, Slash, Lemon, Anal, Oral, Rimming, Dom/Sub, Dubious Consent, Monogamy, Jealousy, Humiliation, Pain, Violence, Blood.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy et al are a fictional characters created by J.K. Rowling as part of the Harry Potter series. We just borrow them to play. We don't make any money from it but we do have a very good time.
Series Summary: In Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince there is a pivotal moment where things could have gone very differently. That is the bathroom scene where Harry nearly kills Draco by accident. Draco is upset that Harry has caught him crying and throws a hex. It escalates and ends in blood. Our story begins with the simple premise of "what if" something changed in the bathroom scene so that Harry and Draco talked instead of throwing hexes. It also takes the assumption of unvoiced attraction between the two. Draco takes a chance and kisses Harry. Once sparked, their mutual desire and exploration becomes the driving force in the alternative ending to that of Half-Blood Prince. Draco's "mission" from Voldemort turns out to be more complex than that presented in canon and their solution even more difficult.
Notes: If you are looking for soft, sweet innocent Harry - don't read this. He isn't evil, but he is definitely edgy. Harry starts out innocent enough, but quickly shows a willingness to try and say just about anything that gets him what he wants. Although he doesn't always top, he is very aggressive.
Chapter Number/Total: 37/37
Chapter Title: What If?
Beta(s): Nefernat, Nomeci, TheBostonDyke
Words: 5660 Words
Harry turned to Draco, frowning. He stared at him for a long time. "I don't know what I'll do if I can't save you," he said, closing his eyes.
Draco reached for his hand and then pulled Harry upright, into his arms. His lips closed on Harry's as his other hand slid into the other boy's hair.
Harry kissed Draco back as if it would be their last. "Oh, Merlin, I love you," Harry gasped, clutching at Draco's robes.
"I am yours," Draco said softly. "Show me. Make love to me."
Harry pulled back and looked Draco in the eyes. He nodded slowly and kissed him again, pulling him flush against his body. He stood, pulling Draco with him and bringing him over to one of the cots, never breaking the kiss.
Draco sighed, opening to Harry's kisses, his touch and following him where he led.
Harry shook as he began undressing Draco slowly, kissing every inch of new skin exposed. He felt like crying, but held it back, trying to be strong for Draco. He knew Draco needed this - Harry needed this.
Draco trembled under Harry's touch. He wished he could have a lifetime of being with Harry. His throat was thick and he swallowed around the lump in it. He only had this one night left and he was glad that Harry understood why he needed this. He sighed and arched as Harry undressed him, his flesh responding happily to his lover.
"I love you," Harry sighed as he licked around one of Draco's nipples. "I love you." Quick fingers fumbled with the fasteners of Draco's trousers and he ran his hands around the skin there before he slowly slid down Draco's body to remove his shoes and socks and finally his slacks. He kissed his way back up Draco's legs, to his chest again as he began pulling at his own robe.
Draco's quick fingers worked at Harry's shirt and trousers, helping him undress. He wanted to touch every part of Harry. He wanted to know every intimate inch of him.
Harry let out a gasping breath as Draco's fingers touched his skin. He shucked his robe and his unbuttoned shirt off and then toed off his shoes and tried wiggling out of his trousers, still unwilling to pull his mouth away from Draco's skin.
"Wait," Draco said, smiling. Then he Accio'd his wand to him, and flicked it toward the cots. Three of the cots slid together and with another quick spell, were transfigured into a large comfortable looking bed. He grinned and raised an eyebrow at Harry.
Harry smiled down at Draco. "That's better," he whispered, moving his mouth back to Draco's skin. He finally managed to get all of his clothes off and hissed as he allowed himself to slide completely against Draco's skin.
"Gods, yes," Draco gasped; the feel of Harry's skin was pure delight. He pulled Harry back with him into the bed.
Harry mouthed hotly and wetly along Draco's chest and collarbone, licking and sucking at the skin there. He never wanted this to stop and his heart gave a painful beat at the thought that this might be the final time. "I love you," he said again, he'd never meant what he said so strongly in his life.
"Yours love, only yours," Draco whispered, working long fingers into Harry's hair, the thickness of it was luxurious. He still trembled under the other boy. He wondered if he lived, would he always tremble at Harry's touch.
Harry had to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment to keep from crying, but he held out and moved back up to Draco's face. He kissed his lips slowly. He brought his tongue out and licked along them, tracing them, trying to burn them to memory.
His mouth opened for Harry, feeling his tongue against his lips and wanting more of him. One hand still clutching his hair, Draco's other hand slid up stroking Harry's back, marvelling at the texture of bone, muscle and skin so warm and vibrant. He had always admired Harry's fire and the way it always seemed to radiate from every part of him.
Harry traced Draco's teeth and explored every bump and ridge in his mouth, moaning slightly. He pressed his hand flat to Draco's stomach running it along that smooth, pale skin that he would never forget. His other hand found its way into Draco's hair, moving through the fine strands.
It felt overwhelmingly good and, yet, he couldn't help the tears that started to fall. Never did he want to live more than when Harry touched him.
Harry moved the hand on Draco's stomach down to explore how his hipbones jutted out slightly and all of his sharp, hard angles. He traced fingers through the trail of hair from Draco's navel downward, moaning again.
"Yes, Harry, yes," Draco murmured against him, not caring that he was crying. His hand on Harry's back traced a similar path down Harry's spine. His breathe hitched again when he reached the base. He loved that spot just before the curve of Harry's ass. He splayed his hand out, palm there but fingers arching up the swell of muscle.
Harry took a sharp breath and moved his hand lower. He touched gently along Draco's erection, and his balls trying to memorize everything there as well. He moved down and licked at Draco's nipple again, moving his hand just a bit.
Draco moaned, arching into Harry's touch. "Yes, yes, I love your touch, your tongue," Draco gasped, pulling at Harry's hair.
Harry was gasping now, letting out quiet moans as he began to thrust lightly against Draco's leg, still moving his hand.
"I want..." Draco gasped, "inside you."
Harry hissed at that. "I'll give you... anything... you want," he gasped, kissing Draco again.
His tongue thrust into Harry's mouth, mirroring what he wanted. Draco shifted his weight and rolled them over, grinning down at him. His face was still wet with tears, a strange contrast with his wild smile. He pinned Harry under him and began devouring him, licking and chewing at his jaw.
Harry cried out and gasped, his entire body seeming to catch fire. He arched up into Draco, his mouth open and his head thrown back.
"Fuck, yes," Draco growled against his lover's throat. He held Harry's shoulders and continued down his chest, sliding his body down Harry's. He bit and licked his collar and down his pecs to a nipple. There he latched on sucking, rolling that flesh with is tongue.
Harry moaned loudly, arching up again. Draco's amazing ability to make Harry's brain stop working was a wonderful ability indeed. "Draco... fuck me... so hard... I forget every... thing." he gasped, his hands in Draco's hair. "Just... fuck me."
"Yes, fuck you hard and deep, so you feel me everywhere," Draco lifting his head to look up at Harry. "Spread your legs for me."
Harry's moan was so wanton it was almost embarrassing as he immediately did what Draco told him, spreading his legs as wide as he could, chest heaving.
"Gods, you are so so beautiful," Draco moaned, kneeling between his legs and looking in awe at the boy.
"Please," Harry moaned, feeling like he was going to die if Draco didn't touch him in the next second. "Please, Draco." He was grasping and running his hands down his own chest and stomach, desperate for any sort of contact.
Draco ran his hands up Harry's thighs to caress his erection and cup his balls. "Yes, my love. I am going to fill you," he promised.
Harry tossed his head and thrust up into Draco's hands. "Please," he gasped again. "Please. Do... anything to... me. Anything... you... want."
"All that can be done in a night love, all that I can," he grinned. He pressed his fingers below Harry's balls, his other hand stroking his cock. "Is there lube?"
Harry nodded and flung his hand out. He was so lost and his magic so out of control that he did a nonverbal spell and couldn't even be arsed to care. The lubricant that Snape had given him earlier flew into his hand and he tossed it down to Draco, sobbing for him to, "Hurry, please."
Draco's hard cock twitched at the casual display of power and he quickly poured the oil into the palm of one hand and coated the fingers of the other. He slicked his own cock with the palm while reaching fingers to Harry's entrance and pressing the first one in.
"Yes," Harry hissed, but it wasn't enough. "Hurry, Draco, please," he whined, pushing against Draco's hand. He wanted to feel him everywhere, like Draco had said.
Draco gave up preparing Harry and moved forward, pressing his cock against his entrance. "I am going to fuck you deep. Fuck you so that I am inside every part of you," he told him, watching Harry's face.
Harry smiled and moaned at the same time, his mouth open. "Please, do it," he said, wanting to wrap his legs around Draco and make him fuck him.
Draco pushed in, smooth and steady, feeling the tight heat of Harry surrounding him as he did. Magic crackled up his spine and he gasped, finally seating himself fully. "Feel me, Harry," he moaned, "I am in you, I will always be part of you."
Harry gasped and cried out. Draco's words were the most beautiful words he had ever heard while simultaneously being the saddest. "Always," he cried arching his back.
"Always yours," Draco said and pulled back, thrusting in quickly. He watched Harry writhe underneath him as he began to move his hips in a fast, smooth rhythm.
Harry grasped the bed beneath him, moaning and doing his best to push down against Draco. "Yes!" he shouted. "Yes, please! Do this to me forever, Draco, please do this to me forever!" The tears he'd held back began falling from his eyes as the impossibility of his words sunk in. Even if it was possible for two people to do this forever, Harry and Draco wouldn't be able to.
"Yes, forever," Draco gasped, tears returning again he surrendered to the waves of joy, pleasure and loss. "Inside you, always!"
"Always!" Harry cried, and he knew it was true. Even if Draco left him, he wouldn't leave him. He would be inside him forever, forever Harry's.
"Yes!" he thrust harder, faster, feeling the energy of their magic coiling around them and through them.
Harry could feel Draco's magic in him stronger than he ever had. It was quick and struck like lightening. They were so powerful together; Harry could've sworn they were vibrating the bed with their magic alone. As Draco thrust harder into him, Harry felt the magic flare up even more, audibly cracking around them.
Draco grasped Harry's cock in one slick hand, the other clutching the other boy's hip. He was rocking back and forth above his lover. The power coiling through him peaked and Draco arched into Harry, slamming into him, coming and screaming.
"Yes!" Harry cried, arching up as far as his body would allow. Draco's power went through him like a wave of pure pleasure, reaching everywhere, from his cock, to the tip of his nose. Every part of him was in total ecstasy. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think, he didn't even remember where he was for a glorious few seconds as he came moments after Draco's release.
Time felt suspended, their power entwined even more intimately than their bodies. Still shuddering and gasping, Draco leaned forward pressing deep still and kissed Harry, using his lips to gently rub against the his lover's lips as he breathed him in.
Harry kissed back just as gently, somehow able to control his breathing, or perhaps he wasn't breathing, he still wasn't able to tell. He wrapped his legs around Draco and held him, whispering words of love and comfort that he wouldn't even be able to remember in a few minutes.
Draco was still crying, his tears mingling with Harry's as he kissed him. He wrapped one hand in Harry's hair and the other he cupped his cheek. "I would spend my life with you if I could," he whispered in his ear.
Harry's sobs shook his entire body, but they were silent apart from the gasping breaths. "You will," he wept. "You'll be with me forever."
"Yes, always," Draco sighed, feeling it was true no matter what happened at sunrise. He didn't want to move, but eventually he allowed himself to relax, pulling out and sliding over to lie beside Harry. He held him close, laying small kisses on his face.
Harry closed his eyes, allowing Draco to kiss him. He was terrified, but felt calm in Draco's arms at the same time. "You'll be with me forever," he whispered again. It was a very comforting thought.
Draco watched Harry, studying his face. He wished he could wake up for the next 150 years, looking at that face. Now, with only a few hours left, he found himself wanting to fantasize about that life. What would Harry be like in five years? In ten? What would he look like as an old man? He really wished he would see it himself.
Harry stayed like he was for what felt like forever, but certainly wasn't. He wished it had been, that he was able to lie in this bed in this room with the one person in the world he could ever love this much. He actually started to fall asleep, but he forced himself to open his eyes again. Sleep wasn't something he could do right now. He stared at Draco, not wanting to speak, somehow feeling like talking would start time up again, prove that fucking time still mattered.
Draco smiled, watching Harry open sleepy green eyes. Small moments flooded his memory. He saw a young boy in Muggle clothes standing uncertainly in a robe shop. He was the angry boy on the train. Harry on a broom speeding toward the snitch, his look triumphant; Harry diving into the water to rescue his friends. Draco had spent the last five years of his life watching every move Harry ever made. And it pleased him. The last sight he wanted in this world would be Harry's eyes looking at him.
"I love you more than anything," Harry whispered finally. "I swear to anything, on anything that you mean more to me than anything else ever could. I would die for you if you'd let me. I'd do anything for you. You'll still be the most important thing to me when I die. Nothing and no one will ever change that. I swear to you."
Draco stared crying again. He couldn't help it. He didn't want to be the cause of so much pain. "If I die, Harry," he said quietly, "Don't stop loving. Don't spend your life alone. That is what I want. "
Harry squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in Draco's neck. He couldn't imagine loving anyone else, but he nodded. He would give Draco whatever he wanted.
"Good," he said, kissing Harry quickly and laying back on the bed. "Let's not talk about what happens when I die. What would happen if I lived?" he asked quietly.
Harry kept his eyes shut and couldn't help but let out a shaky laugh ending with a sob. "You could drive me crazy f - forever. We could fight t - together in the war, and when I've k- killed him, because I will kill h- him, we could get a house together w - w - wherever you wanted. And we could get - get m - married and I could be allowed to l - love you for forever, and - and - and-" but he couldn't go on, because he knew that none of that was likely to happen and it hurt worse than everything else. His crying took control of his speaking ability.
"I'd like a cat," Draco said quietly, smiling.
Harry laughed at that, and he laughed and laughed and cried and he didn't know what he was doing or which way was up. Everything was mad and he held Draco tightly. "I'd get you one," he said quietly when his fit was over.
Draco smiled happily, imagining a domestic life with Harry and a cat. It was so preposterous and yet, it sounded perfect. "Did you ever think about getting married and having kids and the whole plan for your life?"
Harry laughed at that too. "No," he said simply. "I've only ever thought about my future up to defeating Voldemort."
"My parents had mine planned for me," Draco snorted. "Neither you nor a cat were part of the plan," he laughed.
Harry smiled. "Would you have carried out the plan had I not come into the picture?"
"Actually, the plan before the Dark Lord returned... well, that one hadn't sounded bad at the time," he mused. "I was to marry a pure-blood witch, preferably a moneyed one, and carry on the Malfoy name and fortune."
"Of course," Harry said. "I am not a witch, I'm not a pure-blood, and I'm not particularly moneyed. "I suppose I break all the rules then?" Harry had some money, but he knew it was nothing like what Draco was used to.
"I think the old plan lost a lot when serving a madman became part of it," Draco sighed. "I don't care so much about the rest, though I would miss the money I think."
Harry chuckled and shook his head. He wondered how on earth he was being so calm. "I would give you everything I have," he said kissing Draco's nose like he liked to do.
"I've seen the way you dress, Potter," Draco teased. "I suppose I would have to get a job. How does Minister of Magic sound?"
Harry laughed. "Perfect," he said without an ounce of sarcasm. "Absolutely perfect."
Draco laughed. "Couldn't do worse than what we've had," he snorted. He was toying with Harry's hair again. "What would you do? Play Quidditch?"
"I wanted to be an Auror, but with all this fighting already, Quidditch sounds kind of nice. Think I'm good enough?" he asked smiling lopsidedly.
"Prat," Draco said shoving him and pulling his hair a bit. "I guess it's a good thing I like watching your arse, cause that's the view I get way too often."
Harry mock-gasped. "Is Draco Malfoy admitting, finally, that Harry Potter can whip him on the Quidditch field?" he asked eyebrows raised and a smile still on his face.
"Never," Draco drawled. "You have just been unnaturally lucky." Harry looked so cute, he couldn't help but follow it with a quick kiss.
"Ha!" Harry said after the kiss. "In your dreams, Malfoy! You have yet to beat me. I assure you, it's pure talent."
"I would love to show you pure talent," Draco purred. "I think we need a rematch."
Harry quirked an eyebrow. "Oh, do you?" he asked smiling slyly. It was if everything had flown out of the non-existent window, and the only thing in the world that mattered was Harry and Draco right then and their last bit of normalcy.
"One on one, you and me on the Quidditch field and a snitch," Draco smiled. "The looser gets on his knees to the winner in front of the entire school and proclaims him the best."
"You'd better practice getting on your knees then, because I will win," Harry said smugly. "There is no doubt in my mind. I'm sorry." He smiled hugely.
"So cocky," Draco waggled his eyebrows. "But you will be the one on your knees, Potter."
Harry shook his head, still smiling. "No, no I'm sorry, Malfoy. I guess I'll just have to prove it to you at this match."
"Then it is a bet?" Draco smiled.
"Oh, it's a bet," Harry said and he leaned in and kissed Draco. "But, you really would have to try your hardest. I know how much you like being on you knees in front of me, but just this once, you'd have to resist temptation."
Draco's smile was replaced with a quickening of his breath at the image in his mind and he was suddenly feeling his "hardest" could be literal in moments.
Harry looked at Draco with half-lidded eyes and came forward for another slow kiss. "Is it a deal?" he whispered, voice low and deep.
Draco nodded, licking his lips, "Yes, very much, yes." He rubbed his hardening cock against Harry's hip.
Harry let out a hot breath audible breath. "Good," he said, and then he brought their mouths crashing together again.
They made love again, laughter and tears as much a part of the experience as their orgasms. Finally, blissful, they dozed off. Draco woke later, unable to tell if they had slept for ten minutes or hours. His heart was racing. What time is it? He looked around the room, but Snape had not returned.
Harry felt Draco wake up and it took him a moment to remember where he was and why Draco might sit up so quickly, but then he sat up too. "Where's Snape?" he asked, voice thick with sleep.
"Not here," Draco answered quietly. He picked up his wand and did a quick Tempus spell. 5:57 AM. Draco heart began to pound in his chest, the sound seeming loud in his ears.
Harry's breath caught in his throat at the look on Draco's face. "What time is it?" he asked slowly, dreading the answer.
Draco throat didn't work for a minute. He looked down at his arm at the snake coiled there. He had been preparing for this for a while, but it still seemed too soon. He lay back down against Harry's body, his unmarked arm around Harry's waist. "Just hold me," he said.
Harry closed his eyes and held Draco to him, trembling. "How much longer?" he whispered. He needed to know.
"Only half an hour," Draco whispered, almost afraid to say it aloud.
"No," Harry whimpered, pulling Draco tightly. "I'm not ready yet."
Draco nodded. "I want more, too. More time with you."
"I can't let you go yet," Harry said, voice shaking now as well as his body. "I can't do it."
"No choice," Draco said quietly.
Harry shook his head no, clinging to Draco as if doing so would keep him there. "No, no, no," he sobbed.
Draco closed his eyes, trying to relax. He breathed deep, letting the feel of Harry holding him be the only thing he acknowledged.
Harry held Draco to him and cried. He cried for a long time saying no, no, no over and over again. He couldn't do this, he couldn't.
"Shh, love," Draco soothed. "Let it go. It's over."
"No," Harry cried. "No, it can't be." He sat up suddenly, shaking still. He Accio'd his wand and did a Tempus spell of his own. He nearly choked when he saw that he only had a little over ten minutes. Shaking, he leapt from the bed to his feet, looking wildly around the room. It was like he was waiting for something to rise up and shout that it was what he needed.
Draco was startled. He was frightened but didn't want to show it. "Harry, please stay with me," he asked.
Harry's breathing was coming in sharp gasps and he continued to look around the room. He didn't respond to Draco and he ran over and started pulling drawers out like a mad man, throwing things all over the place. He didn't know what he was looking for. Something, anything, please.
Draco watched as Harry tore the room apart. "Harry, there is nothing left."
Harry wasn't listening to Draco. Tears were obscuring his vision now. "No. No. Please give me something," he pleaded. He whirled around once more and then dropped to his knees, sobbing insanely. He threw himself on the floor and on top of many of the things he had pulled from their places. There was nothing. Nothing in this room could help him. Nothing. He felt something digging uncomfortably into his skin and reached beneath himself to throw it furiously across the room. He brought it up and pulled his hand back, ready to chuck whatever it was, but then he stopped and looked at what was in his hand. His eyes widened considerably and he turned them slowly from the object in his hand to Draco still in the bed.
Draco watched silently while Harry lost it. He didn't know what he had expected, but this wasn't it. But when Harry held up the knife, his eyes widened. "You promised, Harry," Draco said.
Harry still didn't say anything. He got to his feet and came back over to Draco. His hands were shaking so violently, he almost dropped the long kitchen knife. "What if we cut it off?" he asked, his voice as shaky as his hands.
Draco looked at him, unsure what he could be talking about. "The serpent? If you cut the serpent, it will still kill me. It's not a real snake, Harry. It is magic."
Harry's eyes were impossibly wide. "Your arm," he rasped.
Draco's stopped breathing for a minute, and he thought maybe his heart had stopped too. "My arm?" he asked. "With a kitchen knife?"
Harry swallowed. He knew they didn't have much time. "It's the only thing there is! It's the only option left!"
Draco swallowed hard. "It would take too long to saw through the muscle and bone with that," he said quietly.
"We have to try!" Harry said desperately, but then he paused. "Transfigure it," he said quickly. "Transfigure it into a better blade."
Draco felt like he was in some kind of weird dream. It didn't feel real. He grabbed his wand and Accio'd a chair to him. He sat up, still naked, on the edge of the bed. He nodded to the chair and Harry set the knife on it. Draco took a deep breath and transfigured the knife into a sword. Harry looked insane and Draco had no idea if this had any chance of working. But he wasn't spending his last few minutes arguing with him.
Harry was shaking even harder now as he picked up the sword. He was breathing heavily and he turned to Draco. He looked at him for a moment and then dove to the floor and pulled his own belt out of his trousers. He handed it to Draco. "Bite down on that," he said, wondering how much time they had left.
Draco shook his head and used the belt on his upper arm instead, pulling the tourniquet tight. Then he lay down on the bed, laying his left arm across the seat of the chair and looking up at Harry. "You'll need to use sanguinem supprimere to keep me from bleeding to death if this works. Harry...either way, thank you. Remember, I love you."
Harry closed his eyes for a few seconds and then opened them again, determination taking fear's place. "I love you, Draco," he said and then he raised the sword over his head and brought it swinging down on Draco's arm with all the strength in his body.
Draco knew it would hurt, but for a minute, there was no pain. There was only the revolting and disorienting image of his arm falling to the floor as the sword cleaved through his arm and split the wooden chair beneath it. The blood washed over the chair parts, arm, blade and floor. The world spun as he looked up at Harry. Harry's very wide green eyes. The world twisted and turned black.
Blood had splattered across Harry's face and chest. He could hardly believe what he'd just done. He dropped the sword to the floor with a loud clunk. There was so much blood, so much blood everywhere, and it continued flowing from Draco's arm. Harry reached for his wand and did the spell Draco had told him to. The blood thankfully stopped. Harry stared at the bloody stump of Draco's arm and then vomited all over the floor. He wiped his mouth weakly. Had it worked? How could he tell?
Harry sat gently on the bed and looked down at Draco's pale, unconscious face. He used his wand to do another Tempus spell. If Draco had been born at 6:30 AM in the morning, then his birthday had come three minutes ago. Harry closed his eyes and, hoping against hope, lowered his head to Draco's chest. At first he heard nothing and nearly went insane again, but then he heard it - a faint beating. Harry's eyes snapped open and his heart leapt. He moved very close to Draco's face and held perfectly still, and then he felt light breath on his face. Harry's heart felt like it burst then and he nearly passed out he was so relieved. He began crying and pulled Draco's limp body into his lap, hugging him more tightly than he ever had. He would never let anything harm Draco again. Ever.
Snape found them like that, naked and covered in blood. Harry was still holding Draco in his arms. He wrapped Draco in a blanket and prodded a stunned Harry into putting on some clothing. He Apparated them to St. Mungo’s and left them there.
***
Harry was sitting in a chair next to Draco's hospital bed in St. Mungo’s. Draco's "arm" was wrapped in gauze and he was still out cold, probably now due to the pain potions the Healers had given him, but he was alive. Harry still couldn't believe he'd cut his arm off, but he'd take an armless Draco to a dead one any day. He sighed, feeling exhausted but he wasn't going to take eyes off of Draco until he woke. Harry wanted him to know he was there. He couldn't stop staring at the boy. The Healers and staff at the hospital had wanted to get Harry his own room and bed but he was not going to leave Draco's side. He wondered how long it would take for his friends to show up. Probably not long but he was glad they weren't there yet.
Draco didn't know where he was. Actually, Draco barely knew who he was at the moment. He opened his eyes, hissing and shutting them again when the light hurt.
Harry gasped and moved his chair closer to the bed. "Draco?" he asked quietly, reaching for his right hand.
"Mmm," Draco murmured his mouth dry and tasting of something awful. He felt a hand in his and clutched it instinctively.
Harry sighed and pressed his forehead to Draco's stomach. "I'm here, love. I'm here," he said, squeezing Draco's hand.
"Harry?" Draco rasped and tried again to open his eyes. He felt the other boy's head on his belly and looked down at the messy black hair. "Where?"
Harry raised his head up and looked at Draco. He smiled hugely just to see his eyes open and his heart felt like it was going to burst again. "We're in St. Mungo’s," he said quietly.
"I suppose that means I am alive," he smirked.
"Yes," Harry let out like a sigh. "Yes, you are." He kissed Draco's hand. "Alive."
Draco started to nod, but that hurt so he settled for squeezing Harry's hand. He frowned for a minute, trying to remember what had happened. The image of his bloodied arm on the floor flashed in his mind and he looked quickly to his left, seeing the bandaged stump. He promptly vomited over the left side of the bed.
Harry gasped. "Draco!" he let out, the sudden movement scaring him. "All you all right?" he asked worriedly.
"Water?" Draco rasped.
Harry nodded quickly and reached for the water that was actually his from the bedside table. He brought the glass to Draco's lips; it took him back to the Hospital Wing in school all those weeks ago.
Draco drank the water, grimacing at the even worse taste in his mouth now. "Bloody hell," he cursed. He shook his head as if to clear it. "So you really did it? And it worked?" he said as he sunk back against the pillow.
"Obviously," Harry said, smoothing Draco's hair from his face. "You're here, aren't you?" He smiled a bit.
Draco glanced at the closed drapes on the window. "How long was I out? Where is Snape? Am I under arrest?" he asked in quick succession, he brain seeming to wake up now.
"You've been out pretty much all day. It's 8:00. Snape dropped us off here and left. I don't know where he went. And no, you're not under arrest - or at least I don't think so..." Harry gulped, having not thought of that last one.
Draco sighed, and then smiled up at Harry. "Do you know what this means, Potter?"
Harry smiled back, but raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked.
Draco smirked, "Let's make it a multiple choice answer. A) You are stuck with me now. B) You will have to fuck me before morning. C) You never know when to quit. D) You owe me a Quidditch match or E) All of the above."
Harry smiled and his eyes softened. He moved up slightly so that he was right above Draco's face. "I think I'll go with E," he said and then bent forward and touched his lips to Draco's.
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