The Ties That Bind
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
Chapters:
16
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9,352
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32
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Chapter 4
Title: The Ties That Bind - Chapter 4
Author: Dracoluvah
Pairing: Draco/Harry, Draco/Snape
Rating for series: NC-17
Genres: Alt Universe (AU), Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Adult/Minor, Angst or grief, Teacher/Student, Threesome
Summary: After the wake of Narcissa Malfoy, Harry and Draco are back at Hogwarts, but now as professors with Snape as their Headmaster.
Disclaimer: Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Harry Potter, Snape, and pretty much anything else recognizable belongs to J.K. Rowling.
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Now that the September madness was over and new school routines had started, he realized how much he missed her. He thought that by being back at Hogwarts, in a familiar location with other’s around, he wouldn’t think of her as much. But it seemed like he missed her now more than ever. Draco hadn’t shed a tear when he heard of his mother’s passing. All of his emotions were locked inside of him, he did not want to show weakness. “Crying was for mudbloods and muggles, not purebloods,” his father would icily hiss. But now, there were no neatly wrapped gifts with her delicate writing on the cards, no weekend trips home to visit her. No cozy winter holidays at home snuggling by the fire, listening to her reading aloud. There was not a single thing to look forward to at Malfoy Manner. It is now an icy building, with an even icier person controlling every aspect of the place.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The death of Narcissa Malfoy was affecting Harry more than he thought it should. Maybe it was because of the affect it was having on Malfoy, maybe it was reminding him very much of his own parents. As he walked up and down the halls, he found himself in a corridor, facing a door that wasn’t there a moment ago. I don’t remember asking the door for anything, he thought to himself as he realized he had just stumbled upon the Room of Requirement. Well, I might as well go in, he thought. Turning the handle, Harry didn’t know what to expect. As he walked in the room, he came face to face with his parents’ gravestone. He instantly dropped to his knees, he just wasn’t expecting this. He lifted his hand and outlined the name Lily with his finger.
“Nice manicure,” a voice sarcastically said.
Figures. Malfoy. “I’m sorry I don’t have subtle hands and perfect nails like you Malfoy,” Harry replied.
“Oh, Subtle hands, thanks for noticing,” Malfoy sneered, and was flattered at the same time.
The hand comment threw Harry for a loop. Actually, the whole last 5 minutes had thrown him for a loop.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Listen, I don’t need his help and I don’t need some stupid “feelings” journal,” pouted Malfoy.
“Draco, since you are not taking advantage of any magical method of dealing with your grief, then perhaps this muggle method would serve you well”, the headmaster continued, “I also think it would be prudent to be mentored by a fellow staff member who has experience with death and grief”.
Please don’t let it be Potter, please don’t let it be Potter, Malfoy chanted.
“Professor Potter has offered his services two times a week, I expect you to make the most of these sessions.”
Brilliant. Now that Snape is headmaster, he’s getting soft and mushy, sulked Malfoy.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
January 22nd,
Hate Potter. Hate Snape. Feelings Journal is a fucking waste of time.
“Wow, that’s pretty deep Malfoy” Harry commented.
“Fuck you Potter …. Mr. I have experience with death and grief” spat Malfoy.
Draco was seething with anger. Anger that brought his senses to life. How dare he mock me!
The blonde’s cheeks were now rosy, his eyes were on alert, and it seemed every muscle flexed just right so that they could be seen beneath his fitted shirt. Harry noticed all of these subtle changes in Malfoy. How had he not noticed until this very moment how absolutely beautiful the man before him was. How Harry wished Malfoy would channel that anger towards him.
And at that moment, Harry, knowing just what Malfoy needed, pulled Draco by his Slytherin tie, wrapped his hands around the delicate porcelain skin, and channeled every ounce of his being into kissing Malfoy’s pain away.
Author: Dracoluvah
Pairing: Draco/Harry, Draco/Snape
Rating for series: NC-17
Genres: Alt Universe (AU), Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Adult/Minor, Angst or grief, Teacher/Student, Threesome
Summary: After the wake of Narcissa Malfoy, Harry and Draco are back at Hogwarts, but now as professors with Snape as their Headmaster.
Disclaimer: Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Harry Potter, Snape, and pretty much anything else recognizable belongs to J.K. Rowling.
_____________________________________________________________________
Now that the September madness was over and new school routines had started, he realized how much he missed her. He thought that by being back at Hogwarts, in a familiar location with other’s around, he wouldn’t think of her as much. But it seemed like he missed her now more than ever. Draco hadn’t shed a tear when he heard of his mother’s passing. All of his emotions were locked inside of him, he did not want to show weakness. “Crying was for mudbloods and muggles, not purebloods,” his father would icily hiss. But now, there were no neatly wrapped gifts with her delicate writing on the cards, no weekend trips home to visit her. No cozy winter holidays at home snuggling by the fire, listening to her reading aloud. There was not a single thing to look forward to at Malfoy Manner. It is now an icy building, with an even icier person controlling every aspect of the place.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The death of Narcissa Malfoy was affecting Harry more than he thought it should. Maybe it was because of the affect it was having on Malfoy, maybe it was reminding him very much of his own parents. As he walked up and down the halls, he found himself in a corridor, facing a door that wasn’t there a moment ago. I don’t remember asking the door for anything, he thought to himself as he realized he had just stumbled upon the Room of Requirement. Well, I might as well go in, he thought. Turning the handle, Harry didn’t know what to expect. As he walked in the room, he came face to face with his parents’ gravestone. He instantly dropped to his knees, he just wasn’t expecting this. He lifted his hand and outlined the name Lily with his finger.
“Nice manicure,” a voice sarcastically said.
Figures. Malfoy. “I’m sorry I don’t have subtle hands and perfect nails like you Malfoy,” Harry replied.
“Oh, Subtle hands, thanks for noticing,” Malfoy sneered, and was flattered at the same time.
The hand comment threw Harry for a loop. Actually, the whole last 5 minutes had thrown him for a loop.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Listen, I don’t need his help and I don’t need some stupid “feelings” journal,” pouted Malfoy.
“Draco, since you are not taking advantage of any magical method of dealing with your grief, then perhaps this muggle method would serve you well”, the headmaster continued, “I also think it would be prudent to be mentored by a fellow staff member who has experience with death and grief”.
Please don’t let it be Potter, please don’t let it be Potter, Malfoy chanted.
“Professor Potter has offered his services two times a week, I expect you to make the most of these sessions.”
Brilliant. Now that Snape is headmaster, he’s getting soft and mushy, sulked Malfoy.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
January 22nd,
Hate Potter. Hate Snape. Feelings Journal is a fucking waste of time.
“Wow, that’s pretty deep Malfoy” Harry commented.
“Fuck you Potter …. Mr. I have experience with death and grief” spat Malfoy.
Draco was seething with anger. Anger that brought his senses to life. How dare he mock me!
The blonde’s cheeks were now rosy, his eyes were on alert, and it seemed every muscle flexed just right so that they could be seen beneath his fitted shirt. Harry noticed all of these subtle changes in Malfoy. How had he not noticed until this very moment how absolutely beautiful the man before him was. How Harry wished Malfoy would channel that anger towards him.
And at that moment, Harry, knowing just what Malfoy needed, pulled Draco by his Slytherin tie, wrapped his hands around the delicate porcelain skin, and channeled every ounce of his being into kissing Malfoy’s pain away.