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Inside of Me
Chapter Number/Total: 40/44
Chapter Title: Inside of Me
Words: 3460 Words
The Healers bandaged the wounds and gave Draco some potions to help the healing process. They arranged the same type of room as before. "Given the special circumstances," the Healer said.
The St Mungo's staff got Draco settled into the private room and gave Harry some curious looks. Draco was still unconscious and pale.
Harry felt much calmer than he had before, but still on edge. He couldn't believe what Draco had done. He sat in one of the chairs in the room, hunched over and staring at Draco's face.
There was a knock on the door and Harry looked up to see it open a crack and Hermione's face staring at him, pale and frightened-looking. She stepped into the room and bent to hug Harry awkwardly while he still sat in his chair. "Is he okay?" she asked quietly.
Lupin entered into the room too and Harry looked at both of them.
"He might scar, but he's okay," Harry said aloud. His body's okay, he thought to himself.
Draco stirred, feeling Harry's hand in his and the feel of a bed under him. He could feel the effects of some type of pain potion. He squeezed the hand in his.
Harry felt Draco squeeze his hand and he looked down at his face. "Draco?" he asked quietly, smoothing his hair back.
"Mmm," Draco said, blinking and trying to focus his eyes.
Harry continued stroking Draco's hair. "I'm right here, love," he said, kissing Draco's hand.
Draco looked around, noted the other two and the room. "St Mungo's," he croaked, his throat dry.
Harry nodded and reached over to grab a glass of water. "Are you thirsty?" he asked.
Draco nodded and allowed himself to be helped to drink. He winced when he realised his chest and stomach hurt.
Harry set the glass back down. "How do you feel?" he asked.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Merde," he said, allowing his head to fall back.
Harry nodded. "I figured as much," he said.
"How long? What happened?" Draco asked.
"We've been here nearly all night," Harry said, but then he paused. "You don't remember anything at all?" he asked after a few seconds.
Draco closed his eyes, trying to concentrate past the potions and the way he felt. "Bath, blood, and that spell?" he said.
Harry frowned and nodded. "It's a bit more than that, but yeah, that's the gist of it."
"What's the more?" Draco sighed.
"Quite a bit," Harry said, still frowning. He didn't really want to discuss what Draco had done and the reason for it with Lupin and Hermione there. He continued frowning at Draco.
"So you are okay then?" Hermione asked Draco in a hushed voice. She sounded relieved as well.
"Ask him." Draco sighed. "I don't know."
Harry sighed too. "I suppose he'll be all right," he said. "You don't have to stay here," he said to Hermione and Lupin. "We're fine."
Draco lifted an eyebrow but didn't disagree with Harry.
"I certainly don't want to just leave you here," said Hermione, looking at Harry and frowning.
"You should go back and tell the others that he's okay. I don't want anyone panicking," said Harry.
Draco frowned, feeling this was his fault but not comfortable saying anything.
Hermione looked torn for a moment. She sighed. "Yes, I suppose," she said slowly. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, we'll be okay," said Harry. He looked to Lupin, wondering what he was going to do.
The blond closed his eyes, unsure what else was required of him at this point.
"Are you going back?" Harry asked Lupin.
"I think someone from the Order needs to remain close," Remus said, standing. "I will be outside the door if you need me. I have also owled Arthur, Molly and Minerva."
Harry nodded. There would be quite a commotion when they got home. "Okay," he said.
Hermione moved forward and gave him another hug and then patted Draco's hand very gently. "I hope you... feel better," she said quietly. "I'll see you tomorrow?" she asked Harry.
"Whenever they let us out of here," he said.
She sighed and nodded, giving Draco's hand one last pat and then squeezing Harry's arm. "Be safe," she said quietly, and then she left the room.
Draco didn't open his eyes. He wouldn't admit to being afraid, but he didn't want to see what was in Harry's eyes right now.
Harry didn't turn to look at Draco's face straight away. He stared at the closed door for a bit. "Do you want to talk?" he asked, still staring at the door.
"What about?" Draco asked wearily.
"Do you even remember what you did to yourself?" Harry asked. He didn't sound angry, but his voice was filled with some indescribable emotion, or perhaps just all of them combined.
"I cut myself," Draco said quietly.
"Why?" Harry asked, finally looking at Draco's face. His grip on his hand tightened a bit.
Draco shrugged.
"That's not good enough," Harry said quietly, shaking his head and closing his eyes. "That's not a good enough answer for me."
Heaving a big sigh, Draco half-opened his eyes to look at Harry.
Harry opened his eyes again and met Draco's. He wanted to plead with him to stop whatever it was he was thinking or doing, but he just sat there and stared at him.
Draco licked his lips, looking at the amazing man in front of him. "I want to tell you," he said. "I just don't know if I understand it either."
Harry sighed and rubbed his forehead. "What am I supposed to do?" he asked. "One minute, we're getting pissed and shagging on the floor, and the next, we're fighting and then you're going off to the bathroom to cut yourself? What am I supposed to make of that?"
Draco looked away, unable to find an answer and unable to face Harry's anger.
Harry continued to rub at his forehead. "I don't want to order you around like you're my slave, but how do I know if you won't do that again?" he asked.
Draco's teeth clenched and he hissed in a breath.
Harry simply looked back down at Draco and stared at him.
Draco took a deep breath, which hurt. Then tried to will himself to relax. It was more difficult than usual. He wanted to curl up in a ball and hide from everything but he could barely move without pain.
Harry raised an eyebrow and frowned. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"That is the question, isn't it?" Draco drawled.
Harry winced at that voice and didn't say anything for a long few minutes. "Do you still love me?" he asked seriously.
Draco was caught between laughing at the ridiculousness of the questions and crying for the pain in Harry's voice. Since both laughing and crying seemed to bring sharp pain to his stomach and chest, he found himself curled sideways and gasping.
Harry frowned at Draco and then looked away.
Draco tried to speak, breathing into the pain. "Always," he managed.
Harry sighed again. "Always," he whispered, but he shook his head. "Are you in pain or something?" he asked, voice quiet and sad, but somehow angry too. "I can call a Healer in here."
"Yes, but no," Draco answered. "I am already so full of Pain Potions I can barely think."
Harry nodded and, once again, waited a bit before speaking. "You scared me," he said quietly. "Badly."
"Yes," Draco said quietly, finally uncurling again. He had never let go of Harry's hand. "I seem to do that too often," he said.
"Far too often," Harry said seriously. "I would appreciate it if you would stop."
"Yeah, because I plan it all." Draco rolled his eyes.
"You didn't have to cut yourself open, Draco," Harry said angrily, but then he took a large breath and shook his head. "Yeah, all right."
Harry's anger was like a sharp shock and Draco withdrew his hand, feeling burned by it.
Harry winced when Draco took his hand away from him. "I'm sorry," he said quietly.
Draco looked up at Harry, searching his face to see if he would find what he needed there. After everything that he had said in the last day, he wasn't sure if Harry really loved him anymore or if it was just the other man's Gryffindor sense of guilt.
Harry met Draco's eyes with his own sad ones. He didn't know what to say to him. "I don't like this," he said finally.
Draco closed his eyes, pulling as much cold calm as he could from somewhere inside himself before opening them. "Yeah, and I am having so much fun," he sneered.
"I'm not trying to fight with you," Harry said, his eyes starting to burn. He closed them and covered them with his hand.
"Good, because I'm tired," Draco said, closing his eyes again.
Harry didn't have anything to say to that, and couldn't have spoken anyway as a lump formed in his throat and he fought furiously against his tears.
Draco was trembling with the need to reach for Harry. He just couldn't make himself do it.
Harry finally lost his battle as tears spilled from his closed eyes, but he didn't make a sound. He just sat in his chair and cried, wanting to scream and kick and punch something, anything, but he held it in.
The blond opened his eyes, feeling the shift in Harry's magic again and wondering at the cause. Harry was resting his head on his hands and leaning on the bed. Draco reached out his hand tentatively, his hand shaking as he did, and laid it on Harry's head.
Harry let out a shuddering breath as he felt Draco's hand and he couldn't hold back a few sobs. His heart hurt, or at least it felt like it did. Please, he thought inside his head. Please.
"Harry," Draco whispered, still shivering. "Harry, I love you."
Harry let out a few more sobs and then dropped his hands from his face, grabbing Draco's. He leaned forward and kissed him, still crying. "I love you," he sobbed against his lips. "Draco, please."
Draco kissed him back, sucking and licking at those beautiful lips. "I am yours, love," Draco answered. "What do you want?"
"Just you," Harry gasped. "Just you." he grasped Draco's hair, shaking.
"Yes, yours, all yours," Draco gasped, Harry's need making his magic flare and his own desire with it.
"Merlin, please, Draco," Harry continued sobbing. "Please, just you."
"I'm here, Harry," Draco said, sounding confused. He wanted to pull Harry to him, against his chest, but he knew he couldn't do that. "Hold me, please hold me," he begged, turning painfully to his side so that Harry could join him in the bed.
Harry climbed up onto the bed and wrapped his arms around Draco gently. "I love you," he sobbed. "I love you."
Draco shuddered, the feeling of Harry pressed against him and crying, letting loose his own hold on himself. He began to cry too, tears streaming down his face.
Harry held Draco to him, feeling that sense of completion that he always felt when Draco was touching him. "I don't want you to ever leave me," he cried. "Not ever. Please don't ever do that again."
Draco sobbed harder. "Wasn't ... trying ... to," he gasped.
Harry kissed Draco's face and lips over and over again. "You could have," Harry sobbed. "You could have left me." He clutched at the hospital robe Draco had on.
Draco felt opened up by Harry's kisses and words. He lay nearly helpless against him and wanting... everything he was afraid he couldn't have. "It felt like ..." Draco stopped, unable to voice the crazy thoughts that he had been thinking.
"Like what?" Harry gasped, kissing Draco again. "Like what?" He needed to know. He felt like he would go mad unless he knew.
Draco was shivering again, kissing Harry fervently. He winced at the question, barely audible in his answer. "Like I could cut him out of me."
Harry let out a gasping sob. "He doesn't have to be in you," he cried. "I know you have to know that. How else can you love me?"
"He told me, all my life, that I am his flesh and blood," Draco whispered, "that it is our blood that makes us and binds us. Blood is power."
"And he kills people, and he terrifies his son, and he fucking got thrown in prison. Does that sound like a great, clever, powerful person to you? Or some sad, pathetic, warped excuse for a man?" Harry asked, holding Draco securely against him.
Draco shuddered, Harry's anger making his magic burn. "That's why ... that's why I tried to get it out of me." His teeth chattered as he tried to talk now. "He is inside me and I hear him in my thoughts, see him in the mirror and feel him inside me."
More tears leaked from Harry's eyes as he listened to Draco talk. "He's your father," he whispered, "but that doesn't mean you're him. You may look like him, but that doesn't mean you're him. You have your own mind and it doesn't belong to him or me. You think what Draco wants to think, what you feel is right, not what Lucius tells you to think. You're Draco."
"Lineage is blood magic," Draco whispered, "the oldest form." He was shivering even more, Harry's body burning hot against him. His hand and feet were cold and he pressed as much of himself as he could back against Harry.
"What does that mean?" Harry asked, still holding Draco closely to him.
"Blood is power," Draco repeated again. "You used it to bind me." He whimpered, feeling something was very wrong now but unable to think of what it was. He was trying to answer Harry's questions but he couldn't think any more.
Harry frowned. "Draco?" he asked, staring intently at his face.
"Harry," Draco whispered, feeling consciousness slipping away even as he fought to answer Harry.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, feeling Draco's cold feet and hands against his body. Was it already that time? How long had it been?
Draco was unresponsive and, although the windows were drawn closed, bright light did seem to leak around the edges of the curtains.
Harry had never watched Draco actually slip into unconsciousness before. It was not a nice sight. It scared him to see what would happen to Draco if he weren't there. He pressed his face forward and touched his lips to Draco's, kissing him very gently. He didn't even know how to go about this with Draco in pain.
Draco couldn't really move but he felt Harry's lips on his and wanted to press against them.
Harry sighed sadly against Draco's mouth and continued to kiss him gently as he wiggled out of his trousers and underwear. He pressed his front against Draco, willing an erection.
Draco wanted Harry so badly that he reached for his magic. He could feel his breath in his and it was like he breathed it in. It gave him just enough energy to move his lips against Harry's.
Harry could feel Draco kissing him back and that helped. He turned his head away for a moment and Summoned his wand. He moved back to kissing Draco again, but was trying to think of a way to do this without hurting him too badly. On their sides seemed the best way to do it. Harry didn't want to move away from Draco's mouth, but he also didn't want to move him around too much. He pulled away from Draco and climbed over him so that he was on the other side of the bed with his front pressed to Draco's back. He did the spell that Draco had used earlier and set his wand aside before slicking his fingers and pressing them gently inside his lover.
Draco opened to Harry's touch, feeling the other man's fingers inside him and wanting more. He breathed deep, feeling muscles relaxing to allow Harry inside.
Harry prepared Draco gently and then slicked his erection. He grasped Draco's leg and lifted it since Draco couldn't lift it himself, and then grasped his own cock with his other hand and moved forward until he could feel it pressed to Draco's opening. He leaned in and kissed Draco's shoulder as he pushed slowly inside. "I love you," he whispered, even though Draco was unresponsive.
When Harry pushed inside him, Draco felt warmth spreading out from the other man's cock. He clenched his arse and released again, answering his lover.
Harry took in a slow, deep breath as he began to thrust. Gentle rocking thrusts. He kissed Draco's shoulders and moved his hair to kiss his neck as he moved inside him.
Harry inside him felt so good Draco wanted to cry again. The solid feeling of being filled by Harry's flesh and the heat of his magic were an amazing combination. Draco's skin tingled too from the kisses and breaths. "Mmm." He surprised himself by humming at the next thrust.
Harry sighed as Draco hummed and added tongue to his kisses now. "Mine," he whispered, delivering another lick to Draco's skin.
"Yours," Draco whispered, his flesh feeling warmer now and his skin tingling under Harry's tongue.
Harry's eyes fell shut as he continued thrusting into Draco slowly. "Nothing can pull us apart. Not now, not ever. They can try, but it will never work." Harry wasn't exactly sure who "they" were. Lucius flashed in his mind, and Snape, and Death Eaters and faceless others who didn't want them together; but none of that mattered, because Harry had Draco and it simply fit, like a perfect puzzle piece.
Draco braced his hand and feet against the bed, pushing back into every thrust now, feeling his whole body alive again as Harry's cock slid in and out of him. "Yours, always," he agreed, turning his face to the side toward Harry's.
Harry bent forward and met Draco's lips, slipping his tongue into his mouth and sliding their lips together. He was inside Draco, but he could feel Draco everywhere in him, and he knew it would never leave. No matter what, he would always have this man.
Draco met Harry's tongue with his own, twisting against it and humming in pleasure. Harry was still thrusting slowly, but deeper, and Draco was pushing back, taking more and wanting more.
Harry moaned into Draco's mouth, still feeling surrounded by him in every way. His hips sped up as the pleasure of it all increased.
Draco thrust his tongue into Harry's mouth as Harry thrust into him. He was gripping the bed now, pushing back against Harry, wanting him deep inside.
Harry was panting and moaning loudly now as he worked his cock into Draco as far as he could, his thrusting harder. He gripped Draco's leg tightly, using it to push. "Fuck," he breathed before closing his mouth over Draco's again.
Draco answered him with his tongue and his body, trembling on the verge of his own orgasm.
Harry moved his hand on Draco's leg to get an even better grip on it and he pulled it up higher, giving himself more room to thrust deeper. He cried out on the last few thrusts and then he was coming hard, his entire body tingling and his brain clouding for a glorious few moments of bliss.
The deeper thrusts sent Draco over the edge, moments before Harry's orgasm brought that rush of magic shooting up his spine and spreading out. Pain lanced sharp in his wounds and he cried out in a strange mixture of intense pain and pleasure.
Harry let Draco's leg drop from his grasp as he lay panting against him, sweaty and hot. His cock slipped out of Draco as he moved and he kissed the corner of his mouth. "Always mine, always yours," he panted, eyes only half-way open.
"Yes, oh yes," Draco answered, his senses overloaded and his emotions soaring with Harry's. Harry loved him, he could feel the truth of it in the power coursing through his body.
Harry kissed Draco again and hugged him, taking care not to squeeze too hard. He felt almost drunk with love.
Surrendering himself to Harry's affection felt so good. It had hurt to hold back from him before. Now Draco relaxed, kissing and nuzzling his face against Harry's.
"I love you, I promise," Harry whispered between kisses. "I promise."
Draco chuckled. "I know."
Harry smiled and kissed Draco again. "Good," he said, followed by yet another kiss.
Chapter Title: Inside of Me
Words: 3460 Words
The Healers bandaged the wounds and gave Draco some potions to help the healing process. They arranged the same type of room as before. "Given the special circumstances," the Healer said.
The St Mungo's staff got Draco settled into the private room and gave Harry some curious looks. Draco was still unconscious and pale.
Harry felt much calmer than he had before, but still on edge. He couldn't believe what Draco had done. He sat in one of the chairs in the room, hunched over and staring at Draco's face.
There was a knock on the door and Harry looked up to see it open a crack and Hermione's face staring at him, pale and frightened-looking. She stepped into the room and bent to hug Harry awkwardly while he still sat in his chair. "Is he okay?" she asked quietly.
Lupin entered into the room too and Harry looked at both of them.
"He might scar, but he's okay," Harry said aloud. His body's okay, he thought to himself.
Draco stirred, feeling Harry's hand in his and the feel of a bed under him. He could feel the effects of some type of pain potion. He squeezed the hand in his.
Harry felt Draco squeeze his hand and he looked down at his face. "Draco?" he asked quietly, smoothing his hair back.
"Mmm," Draco said, blinking and trying to focus his eyes.
Harry continued stroking Draco's hair. "I'm right here, love," he said, kissing Draco's hand.
Draco looked around, noted the other two and the room. "St Mungo's," he croaked, his throat dry.
Harry nodded and reached over to grab a glass of water. "Are you thirsty?" he asked.
Draco nodded and allowed himself to be helped to drink. He winced when he realised his chest and stomach hurt.
Harry set the glass back down. "How do you feel?" he asked.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Merde," he said, allowing his head to fall back.
Harry nodded. "I figured as much," he said.
"How long? What happened?" Draco asked.
"We've been here nearly all night," Harry said, but then he paused. "You don't remember anything at all?" he asked after a few seconds.
Draco closed his eyes, trying to concentrate past the potions and the way he felt. "Bath, blood, and that spell?" he said.
Harry frowned and nodded. "It's a bit more than that, but yeah, that's the gist of it."
"What's the more?" Draco sighed.
"Quite a bit," Harry said, still frowning. He didn't really want to discuss what Draco had done and the reason for it with Lupin and Hermione there. He continued frowning at Draco.
"So you are okay then?" Hermione asked Draco in a hushed voice. She sounded relieved as well.
"Ask him." Draco sighed. "I don't know."
Harry sighed too. "I suppose he'll be all right," he said. "You don't have to stay here," he said to Hermione and Lupin. "We're fine."
Draco lifted an eyebrow but didn't disagree with Harry.
"I certainly don't want to just leave you here," said Hermione, looking at Harry and frowning.
"You should go back and tell the others that he's okay. I don't want anyone panicking," said Harry.
Draco frowned, feeling this was his fault but not comfortable saying anything.
Hermione looked torn for a moment. She sighed. "Yes, I suppose," she said slowly. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, we'll be okay," said Harry. He looked to Lupin, wondering what he was going to do.
The blond closed his eyes, unsure what else was required of him at this point.
"Are you going back?" Harry asked Lupin.
"I think someone from the Order needs to remain close," Remus said, standing. "I will be outside the door if you need me. I have also owled Arthur, Molly and Minerva."
Harry nodded. There would be quite a commotion when they got home. "Okay," he said.
Hermione moved forward and gave him another hug and then patted Draco's hand very gently. "I hope you... feel better," she said quietly. "I'll see you tomorrow?" she asked Harry.
"Whenever they let us out of here," he said.
She sighed and nodded, giving Draco's hand one last pat and then squeezing Harry's arm. "Be safe," she said quietly, and then she left the room.
Draco didn't open his eyes. He wouldn't admit to being afraid, but he didn't want to see what was in Harry's eyes right now.
Harry didn't turn to look at Draco's face straight away. He stared at the closed door for a bit. "Do you want to talk?" he asked, still staring at the door.
"What about?" Draco asked wearily.
"Do you even remember what you did to yourself?" Harry asked. He didn't sound angry, but his voice was filled with some indescribable emotion, or perhaps just all of them combined.
"I cut myself," Draco said quietly.
"Why?" Harry asked, finally looking at Draco's face. His grip on his hand tightened a bit.
Draco shrugged.
"That's not good enough," Harry said quietly, shaking his head and closing his eyes. "That's not a good enough answer for me."
Heaving a big sigh, Draco half-opened his eyes to look at Harry.
Harry opened his eyes again and met Draco's. He wanted to plead with him to stop whatever it was he was thinking or doing, but he just sat there and stared at him.
Draco licked his lips, looking at the amazing man in front of him. "I want to tell you," he said. "I just don't know if I understand it either."
Harry sighed and rubbed his forehead. "What am I supposed to do?" he asked. "One minute, we're getting pissed and shagging on the floor, and the next, we're fighting and then you're going off to the bathroom to cut yourself? What am I supposed to make of that?"
Draco looked away, unable to find an answer and unable to face Harry's anger.
Harry continued to rub at his forehead. "I don't want to order you around like you're my slave, but how do I know if you won't do that again?" he asked.
Draco's teeth clenched and he hissed in a breath.
Harry simply looked back down at Draco and stared at him.
Draco took a deep breath, which hurt. Then tried to will himself to relax. It was more difficult than usual. He wanted to curl up in a ball and hide from everything but he could barely move without pain.
Harry raised an eyebrow and frowned. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"That is the question, isn't it?" Draco drawled.
Harry winced at that voice and didn't say anything for a long few minutes. "Do you still love me?" he asked seriously.
Draco was caught between laughing at the ridiculousness of the questions and crying for the pain in Harry's voice. Since both laughing and crying seemed to bring sharp pain to his stomach and chest, he found himself curled sideways and gasping.
Harry frowned at Draco and then looked away.
Draco tried to speak, breathing into the pain. "Always," he managed.
Harry sighed again. "Always," he whispered, but he shook his head. "Are you in pain or something?" he asked, voice quiet and sad, but somehow angry too. "I can call a Healer in here."
"Yes, but no," Draco answered. "I am already so full of Pain Potions I can barely think."
Harry nodded and, once again, waited a bit before speaking. "You scared me," he said quietly. "Badly."
"Yes," Draco said quietly, finally uncurling again. He had never let go of Harry's hand. "I seem to do that too often," he said.
"Far too often," Harry said seriously. "I would appreciate it if you would stop."
"Yeah, because I plan it all." Draco rolled his eyes.
"You didn't have to cut yourself open, Draco," Harry said angrily, but then he took a large breath and shook his head. "Yeah, all right."
Harry's anger was like a sharp shock and Draco withdrew his hand, feeling burned by it.
Harry winced when Draco took his hand away from him. "I'm sorry," he said quietly.
Draco looked up at Harry, searching his face to see if he would find what he needed there. After everything that he had said in the last day, he wasn't sure if Harry really loved him anymore or if it was just the other man's Gryffindor sense of guilt.
Harry met Draco's eyes with his own sad ones. He didn't know what to say to him. "I don't like this," he said finally.
Draco closed his eyes, pulling as much cold calm as he could from somewhere inside himself before opening them. "Yeah, and I am having so much fun," he sneered.
"I'm not trying to fight with you," Harry said, his eyes starting to burn. He closed them and covered them with his hand.
"Good, because I'm tired," Draco said, closing his eyes again.
Harry didn't have anything to say to that, and couldn't have spoken anyway as a lump formed in his throat and he fought furiously against his tears.
Draco was trembling with the need to reach for Harry. He just couldn't make himself do it.
Harry finally lost his battle as tears spilled from his closed eyes, but he didn't make a sound. He just sat in his chair and cried, wanting to scream and kick and punch something, anything, but he held it in.
The blond opened his eyes, feeling the shift in Harry's magic again and wondering at the cause. Harry was resting his head on his hands and leaning on the bed. Draco reached out his hand tentatively, his hand shaking as he did, and laid it on Harry's head.
Harry let out a shuddering breath as he felt Draco's hand and he couldn't hold back a few sobs. His heart hurt, or at least it felt like it did. Please, he thought inside his head. Please.
"Harry," Draco whispered, still shivering. "Harry, I love you."
Harry let out a few more sobs and then dropped his hands from his face, grabbing Draco's. He leaned forward and kissed him, still crying. "I love you," he sobbed against his lips. "Draco, please."
Draco kissed him back, sucking and licking at those beautiful lips. "I am yours, love," Draco answered. "What do you want?"
"Just you," Harry gasped. "Just you." he grasped Draco's hair, shaking.
"Yes, yours, all yours," Draco gasped, Harry's need making his magic flare and his own desire with it.
"Merlin, please, Draco," Harry continued sobbing. "Please, just you."
"I'm here, Harry," Draco said, sounding confused. He wanted to pull Harry to him, against his chest, but he knew he couldn't do that. "Hold me, please hold me," he begged, turning painfully to his side so that Harry could join him in the bed.
Harry climbed up onto the bed and wrapped his arms around Draco gently. "I love you," he sobbed. "I love you."
Draco shuddered, the feeling of Harry pressed against him and crying, letting loose his own hold on himself. He began to cry too, tears streaming down his face.
Harry held Draco to him, feeling that sense of completion that he always felt when Draco was touching him. "I don't want you to ever leave me," he cried. "Not ever. Please don't ever do that again."
Draco sobbed harder. "Wasn't ... trying ... to," he gasped.
Harry kissed Draco's face and lips over and over again. "You could have," Harry sobbed. "You could have left me." He clutched at the hospital robe Draco had on.
Draco felt opened up by Harry's kisses and words. He lay nearly helpless against him and wanting... everything he was afraid he couldn't have. "It felt like ..." Draco stopped, unable to voice the crazy thoughts that he had been thinking.
"Like what?" Harry gasped, kissing Draco again. "Like what?" He needed to know. He felt like he would go mad unless he knew.
Draco was shivering again, kissing Harry fervently. He winced at the question, barely audible in his answer. "Like I could cut him out of me."
Harry let out a gasping sob. "He doesn't have to be in you," he cried. "I know you have to know that. How else can you love me?"
"He told me, all my life, that I am his flesh and blood," Draco whispered, "that it is our blood that makes us and binds us. Blood is power."
"And he kills people, and he terrifies his son, and he fucking got thrown in prison. Does that sound like a great, clever, powerful person to you? Or some sad, pathetic, warped excuse for a man?" Harry asked, holding Draco securely against him.
Draco shuddered, Harry's anger making his magic burn. "That's why ... that's why I tried to get it out of me." His teeth chattered as he tried to talk now. "He is inside me and I hear him in my thoughts, see him in the mirror and feel him inside me."
More tears leaked from Harry's eyes as he listened to Draco talk. "He's your father," he whispered, "but that doesn't mean you're him. You may look like him, but that doesn't mean you're him. You have your own mind and it doesn't belong to him or me. You think what Draco wants to think, what you feel is right, not what Lucius tells you to think. You're Draco."
"Lineage is blood magic," Draco whispered, "the oldest form." He was shivering even more, Harry's body burning hot against him. His hand and feet were cold and he pressed as much of himself as he could back against Harry.
"What does that mean?" Harry asked, still holding Draco closely to him.
"Blood is power," Draco repeated again. "You used it to bind me." He whimpered, feeling something was very wrong now but unable to think of what it was. He was trying to answer Harry's questions but he couldn't think any more.
Harry frowned. "Draco?" he asked, staring intently at his face.
"Harry," Draco whispered, feeling consciousness slipping away even as he fought to answer Harry.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, feeling Draco's cold feet and hands against his body. Was it already that time? How long had it been?
Draco was unresponsive and, although the windows were drawn closed, bright light did seem to leak around the edges of the curtains.
Harry had never watched Draco actually slip into unconsciousness before. It was not a nice sight. It scared him to see what would happen to Draco if he weren't there. He pressed his face forward and touched his lips to Draco's, kissing him very gently. He didn't even know how to go about this with Draco in pain.
Draco couldn't really move but he felt Harry's lips on his and wanted to press against them.
Harry sighed sadly against Draco's mouth and continued to kiss him gently as he wiggled out of his trousers and underwear. He pressed his front against Draco, willing an erection.
Draco wanted Harry so badly that he reached for his magic. He could feel his breath in his and it was like he breathed it in. It gave him just enough energy to move his lips against Harry's.
Harry could feel Draco kissing him back and that helped. He turned his head away for a moment and Summoned his wand. He moved back to kissing Draco again, but was trying to think of a way to do this without hurting him too badly. On their sides seemed the best way to do it. Harry didn't want to move away from Draco's mouth, but he also didn't want to move him around too much. He pulled away from Draco and climbed over him so that he was on the other side of the bed with his front pressed to Draco's back. He did the spell that Draco had used earlier and set his wand aside before slicking his fingers and pressing them gently inside his lover.
Draco opened to Harry's touch, feeling the other man's fingers inside him and wanting more. He breathed deep, feeling muscles relaxing to allow Harry inside.
Harry prepared Draco gently and then slicked his erection. He grasped Draco's leg and lifted it since Draco couldn't lift it himself, and then grasped his own cock with his other hand and moved forward until he could feel it pressed to Draco's opening. He leaned in and kissed Draco's shoulder as he pushed slowly inside. "I love you," he whispered, even though Draco was unresponsive.
When Harry pushed inside him, Draco felt warmth spreading out from the other man's cock. He clenched his arse and released again, answering his lover.
Harry took in a slow, deep breath as he began to thrust. Gentle rocking thrusts. He kissed Draco's shoulders and moved his hair to kiss his neck as he moved inside him.
Harry inside him felt so good Draco wanted to cry again. The solid feeling of being filled by Harry's flesh and the heat of his magic were an amazing combination. Draco's skin tingled too from the kisses and breaths. "Mmm." He surprised himself by humming at the next thrust.
Harry sighed as Draco hummed and added tongue to his kisses now. "Mine," he whispered, delivering another lick to Draco's skin.
"Yours," Draco whispered, his flesh feeling warmer now and his skin tingling under Harry's tongue.
Harry's eyes fell shut as he continued thrusting into Draco slowly. "Nothing can pull us apart. Not now, not ever. They can try, but it will never work." Harry wasn't exactly sure who "they" were. Lucius flashed in his mind, and Snape, and Death Eaters and faceless others who didn't want them together; but none of that mattered, because Harry had Draco and it simply fit, like a perfect puzzle piece.
Draco braced his hand and feet against the bed, pushing back into every thrust now, feeling his whole body alive again as Harry's cock slid in and out of him. "Yours, always," he agreed, turning his face to the side toward Harry's.
Harry bent forward and met Draco's lips, slipping his tongue into his mouth and sliding their lips together. He was inside Draco, but he could feel Draco everywhere in him, and he knew it would never leave. No matter what, he would always have this man.
Draco met Harry's tongue with his own, twisting against it and humming in pleasure. Harry was still thrusting slowly, but deeper, and Draco was pushing back, taking more and wanting more.
Harry moaned into Draco's mouth, still feeling surrounded by him in every way. His hips sped up as the pleasure of it all increased.
Draco thrust his tongue into Harry's mouth as Harry thrust into him. He was gripping the bed now, pushing back against Harry, wanting him deep inside.
Harry was panting and moaning loudly now as he worked his cock into Draco as far as he could, his thrusting harder. He gripped Draco's leg tightly, using it to push. "Fuck," he breathed before closing his mouth over Draco's again.
Draco answered him with his tongue and his body, trembling on the verge of his own orgasm.
Harry moved his hand on Draco's leg to get an even better grip on it and he pulled it up higher, giving himself more room to thrust deeper. He cried out on the last few thrusts and then he was coming hard, his entire body tingling and his brain clouding for a glorious few moments of bliss.
The deeper thrusts sent Draco over the edge, moments before Harry's orgasm brought that rush of magic shooting up his spine and spreading out. Pain lanced sharp in his wounds and he cried out in a strange mixture of intense pain and pleasure.
Harry let Draco's leg drop from his grasp as he lay panting against him, sweaty and hot. His cock slipped out of Draco as he moved and he kissed the corner of his mouth. "Always mine, always yours," he panted, eyes only half-way open.
"Yes, oh yes," Draco answered, his senses overloaded and his emotions soaring with Harry's. Harry loved him, he could feel the truth of it in the power coursing through his body.
Harry kissed Draco again and hugged him, taking care not to squeeze too hard. He felt almost drunk with love.
Surrendering himself to Harry's affection felt so good. It had hurt to hold back from him before. Now Draco relaxed, kissing and nuzzling his face against Harry's.
"I love you, I promise," Harry whispered between kisses. "I promise."
Draco chuckled. "I know."
Harry smiled and kissed Draco again. "Good," he said, followed by yet another kiss.