What a Witch Needs

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Here’s the next chapter and it’s actually fulfilling a request I had from one of my betas. She wanted to see Harry and Draco making love and not just having rough sex. So for anyone who is squeamish about this kind of slash, you have now been warned! The relationship of Harry and Draco is the main topic of this chapter. (Don’t worry, Hermione is still very much a part of the relationship. But Harry and Draco had ‘issues’ to work out.)

Thank you to my wonderful Betas: gardengirlgarden and Narcissa Black for their help.

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Guilty as Charged

The portkey took them to the hallway just in front of the spiral staircase leading to Dumbledore’s office. “Just leave your trunks here. They’ll be taken to your rooms,” Dumbledore told them. Then he turned to Lucius and said, “I believe you know the way to Professor Snape’s quarters?”

Lucius gave a small nod in acknowledgement and turned to leave. He paused a moment and said to Draco, “You will come see your mother when you are through here, I presume?”

“Yes,” Draco replied.

“Very well,” Lucius said, and walked off.

The rest of them make their way up and into the headmaster’s office, taking seats facing Dumbledore’s desk. Dumbledore sat down and tented his fingers together, looking at each of them carefully. Defiant and perhaps angry expressions were found on the faces of the three teens sitting before him. The minutes ticked by before anyone spoke.

“Sir, if I may begin,” Snape said, breaking the silence. “I…”

Dumbledore had raised a palm towards Snape to silence him. “No, Severus, not now. I know you did not have their cooperation at Marlston. It’s evident on their faces that they distrust you and now it seems that they distrust me as well.”

Hermione was shaken by his words and said, “No, sir, that’s not true. I wouldn’t have sent for you if I didn’t trust you to help us.”

Dumbledore turned to her and asked, “Why did you need my help, Miss Marlston? Why did you send for me?”

The boys’ heads turned towards Hermione and she glanced at them nervously before replying. “I was concerned that things were getting overwhelming and…”

“Overwhelming? What things were overwhelming?” Dumbledore asked calmly.

Harry shot Snape a sharp glance and then said, “Professor Dumbledore, might we speak to you without Professor Snape present?”

Dumbledore sighed and looked at the offended Professor. “Very well. I’m sorry, Severus, I shall have to speak with you later.”

Snape stood up stiffly and took a moment to glare at Harry before he made his way out of the office.

“Will you speak freely now?” Dumbledore questioned once Snape had left.

Harry looked at Hermione, who was visibly starting to sweat. “Sir,” Harry began, “before we tell you anything, we must have your word that this information will never be shared with anyone else.”

Dumbledore’s eyebrows came together as he observed their nervous faces.

“You see,” Harry continued, “Hermione’s life depends upon keeping this secret. As a Marlston, it’s in her blood to protect it. And Draco and I would do anything to protect her. Do you understand?”

“I see,” Dumbledore answered. “I, too, would loathe seeing anything bad happen to Miss Marlston, Harry. Therefore, you have my word that whatever you tell me shall remain within me.”

Harry looked at Hermione and asked, “Is it all right?” He was asking her permission to tell Dumbledore.

She shut her eyes for a moment and tried to breathe deeply. Her body was physically reacting to having to discuss the secret with outsiders but Hermione had great respect for Dumbledore and deep inside she did feel that she could trust him. She nodded her consent even though her fingers were tightly grasping the arms of her chair. Draco scooted closer to her and put an arm around her shoulders.

Harry looked at Dumbledore and sighed. How did one go about telling such a thing? Harry decided to just be direct and come out with it.

“Merlin is imprisoned under Marlston Manor,” Harry said. He looked over at Hermione, who was now shaking, as Draco tried to calm her. Then he looked at Dumbledore who sat staring quietly at Harry. Harry couldn’t tell what the headmaster was thinking or even if he believed him. Dumbledore gazed at Harry as if trying to ascertain if that was true or not.

“Alive?” Dumbledore asked, so quietly that Harry barely heard the word.

“Yes, frozen in a prison of ice by Mordred, the first Dark Lord,” Harry said.

“I… see,” Dumbledore said, his voice cracking slightly. Harry watched as the old wizard raised his hand to stroke his beard and Harry noticed that the hand was shaking. Dumbledore raised his hand and his fingers moved over his face as he said, “I think, perhaps, you three… should get some rest. We’ll speak more of this tomorrow.” Dumbledore rose and slowly walked deeper into his office and on into his private chambers, shutting the door behind him.

The three teens looked at each other questioningly. It was obvious that this news had really shaken Dumbledore.

“What was that all about?” Draco asked in confusion.

“Do you think he’ll keep the secret?” Hermione asked worriedly.

Harry looked at Dumbledore’s closed door and said, “Yes, I think he will. Probably just a shock to him. Come on, let’s go.”

They left the Headmaster’s office and walked on a bit before Draco said, “I’ve got to go see my mother. Perhaps I’ll see you at dinner.” He kissed the both of them and walked off. It seemed strange to be back at school, Harry and Hermione reflected as they watched Draco leave. It almost felt like they no longer belonged here. Harry and Hermione looked at each other for a moment before heading towards Gryffindor Tower.

“It seems so quiet around here,” Hermione commented.

“There’s still a few more days of break left,” Harry answered. “Most people are still away. We may have Gryffindor Tower to ourselves tonight.” Normally this would have made them happy, knowing that they had the freedom to sleep together if they wished and no one would be the wiser. But a somber mood had come over them since they had left Marlston and they couldn’t feel excited about anything at the moment.

They walked in silence all they way back to Gryffindor and indeed found that they were alone there. They stood in the common room silently for a few moments and then Hermione said, “I’m going to shower and take a nap. I’m just so tired right now, so very tired.” She slowly made her way up the girls’ dormitory stairs as Harry watched her. He was feeling it too, this great heaviness and a feeling of fatigue. A nap didn’t sound too bad at this moment and he climbed the stairs to his own dorm.

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Dinner seemed a quiet affair that night except at the Slytherin table where Harry’s new supporters sat, unwilling or unable to go home for the holidays safely because of their change in loyalties. Draco was dismayed to see that neither Harry nor Hermione had shown up tonight and he had to endure the excited chatter of his fellow Slytherins as they all wanted to hear about Draco’s father and how he was now supporting Harry. In their own hearts, they hoped that their own parents would follow Lucius’ example and turn away from Voldemort.

Draco wasn’t in the mood for conversation and he wished that he could just be alone. Glancing at the head table, he noticed that Dumbledore had not appeared for dinner either and Professor Snape had his head together with Professor McGonagall, filling her in on current events.

He had spent the afternoon with his parents in Snape’s quarters, his mother overjoyed to see him again alive and well. She frowned when she saw that the Dark Mark was still on Lucius’ arm and she asked Draco to speak to Harry about removing it.

“I will, Mother,” he promised. “We’ll find a way to remove it.” Draco hoped that he spoke the truth. Harry had never spoken of removing Dark Marks and Draco wasn’t sure if Harry even knew how to do it. Lucius then told him that Snape had seen it done before and could probably aid Harry in this. Draco just nodded absently. His mind really wasn’t into the conversation with his parents at all. He kept thinking about being with Harry and Hermione and it felt as if he had lost something vital and he needed to go get it. He nodded and agreed absently while his parents spoke and then finally had excused himself to go to dinner.

Now he had finished his meal and the emptiness grew within him. Where were they? He didn’t know the password into Gryffindor Tower. He got up as he told his friends that he was very fatigued and was going to bed early. Then he walked off alone, to the disappointment of his friends. He headed straight back to Slytherin and his room, climbed onto his bed and fell asleep.

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Harry had quietly made his way through the castle under his invisibility cloak and now went down to the dungeons. He waited outside the Slytherin portrait entrance until a student came and gave the password. Harry followed the unwary student through the portrait hole and looked around the Slytherin common room. Draco was nowhere in sight. He climbed the stairs to the boys’ dorms and began quietly opening doors and peering in. He had never been up here before and he had no idea which room was Draco’s.

Finally, he saw the familiar blonde head lying asleep on a bed across a room and he entered and looked about. None of Draco’s other roommates had gone to bed, but Harry knew they were around somewhere as none of them had left for the holidays. He went to Draco’s bed and shut the draperies around it, casting a quick silencing spell.

Draco was roused by the sound of the draperies sliding closed and he opened his eyes sleepily and squinted into the darkness. He heard a whoosh and a voice, “It’s me.”

“Harry?” Draco said, sleepily. “What are you doing here?”

Harry’s dark figure stood by the bed and said, “I didn’t want to sleep alone tonight. I guess I got used to having you two with me these last few weeks.”

“What about Hermione?” Draco asked, thinking that it would have been far easier for Harry to be with Hermione in Gryffindor Tower than to sneak all the way over to Slytherin.

“She’s sleeping, and I can’t get past the charm on the girls’ stairs,” he said with a slight laugh.

“Well, come on then,” Draco said, moving over and making space for Harry on his bed. He laid quietly as Harry undressed next to the bed, the intimacy of the situation beginning to penetrate his awareness. Harry crawled onto the bed and lay down next to Draco, facing towards him in silent expectation. It was too dark to see each others faces, but the breaths coming out of their mouths could be felt by the other.

“Did you come just to sleep?” Draco asked, softly.

“No,” Harry admitted. There was silence for a few moments as Draco’s heart sped up in his chest.

“You want to fuck?” Draco asked, again softly.

“No,” Harry said, in a low whisper, his own pulse starting to pound.

“What do you want?” Draco asked.

“I want to make love,” Harry said, grateful that he couldn’t see Draco’s expression. What would the blonde think of his request? What the hell was HE thinking? All he knew was that he didn’t want it rough tonight. He wanted to feel loved, no, he NEEDED to feel loved. He waited in silence for Draco’s response.

Then Harry felt a dry brush of lips against his as Draco softly kissed him and said, “All right.”

Harry lifted a hand and stroked the side of Draco’s cheek with his knuckles a few times before he moved forward toward his lips. He started with soft, closed mouth kisses on Draco’s lips as he slid his hand gently behind the blonde’s neck and lightly stroked his skin.

Draco moaned at the new sensation. Never had they been this gentle with each other; it felt foreign and, yet, oh so exciting. Draco placed his hand on Harry’s bare chest, moving it in gentle, petting strokes as their kisses became longer and deeper. Draco shifted his weight onto Harry and Harry moved onto his back, letting the sexy Slytherin assume a more dominant posture as he allowed Draco to move his hand over his chest and hips. Harry’s arms wrapped around Draco’s torso and began stroking his back. He slipped his hands under Draco’s pajama top and caressed bare skin before breaking the kiss and whispering, “Take it off.”

Draco sat up on the bed and pulled the pajama top over his head, throwing it down onto the floor at the side of his bed. Harry sat up as well and now moved a hand over Draco’s chest. Lightly circling the boy’s nipples with a fingertip and then sliding his hand up to the back of Draco’s head, he threaded his fingers through the blonde hair and pulled Draco in for a deep kiss. Their tongues caressed and explored each other as their hearts raced in their chests.

Now Harry gently urged Draco to lie down and Harry ran his hand down the boy’s chest and stomach, coming to rest on the waistband of his pajama pants. Harry shifted to a kneeling position next to Draco and hooked his fingers into the top of the pajama pants, pulling them down over Draco’s hips and aroused cock and finally discarding them onto the floor.

Harry’s hand now moved softly up Draco’s leg and then lingered on his cock, wrapping his fingers around it and testing its hardness in the dark. Draco moaned at this light touch and began lifting his hips for more. Harry smiled and then released him, coming to rest part way on top of Draco, with one of his legs thrown over Draco’s leg. “Not yet,” Harry whispered in his ear, tickling it with his breath. He nipped the earlobe with his teeth and sucked it gently in to his mouth, and he felt Draco shiver at the sensation.

His mouth continued along Draco’s jaw until he reached his lips and sighed into the waiting and eager mouth. Harry’s hand stroked Draco’s cheek again and then slowly made its way down his chest, followed by his mouth. He caressed, kissed and licked a path down Draco’s body, finally having to shift his position and kneel in between the blonde’s legs as he continued his downward exploration.

Once again his hand wrapped around Draco’s stiff member and Harry took a long lick at the very tip of the dripping cock, making Draco groan and shudder. “Please, Harry, a little faster…” Draco rasped. “I need you so much.”

Harry started to move his hand as his mouth began to put more pressure on the needy cock, sucking at the knob and licking around it, before he took Draco further into his mouth. Draco groaned and rotated his hips, wanting more, more, more.

Harry soon wanted more himself and he slid his hand under Draco’s buttocks and began to go deeper on him, letting the cock hit the back of his throat. Draco clenched his buttocks in Harry’s grip and thrust upwards to get as deep into his mouth as he could. “Gods! Harry!” Draco panted, and thrashed on his pillow as Harry picked up speed, closing his mouth more firmly around the cock and letting Draco enjoy the tight friction. “Yes! Fuck!” Draco groaned as he came into Harry’s mouth. Harry swallowed frantically, his own eyes shut as he took the last few pulls to milk Draco dry.

While Draco was recovering, Harry lifted himself up and onto the blonde, kissing his neck and then his mouth until Draco finally gasped, “Harry, what do you want?”

“You,” Harry said, still frantically kissing Draco’s neck and chest.

“Yes, but…?” Draco asked, knowing that Harry would get the meaning. Draco’s hand ran down Harry’s body and he shifted himself sideways so that he could reach Harry’s cock with his hand.

“How do you want me, Harry?” Draco asked in an intimate voice, almost a whispered caress.

Harry’s hands slid around to Draco’s ass and he kneaded his flesh as he said, “I want to be inside you.”

Draco could only nod as Harry’s lips continued to assault his sensitive throat. Draco’s hand flopped out to the side of his bed, blindly groping for his drawer handle. When he reached it he opened the drawer and pulled out a tube of lubricant. He gently pushed Harry onto his back and began kissing Harry’s throat and collarbone, licking his way to Harry’s nipples and nibbling on them with his teeth. Harry groaned and held the back of Draco’s hair gently, stroking his head as the expert tongue prodded at his wet nipples.

Draco’s hand moved down to Harry’s waiting cock and wrapped around the top, moving his thumb over the sensitive tip and spreading Harry’s pre-cum around it. He lowered his mouth for a few licks and then put the lubricant on his hands to warm it up before applying it to Harry. Harry groaned at the smooth massage of his cock with the lube and he whispered, “I love you.”

Draco’s hand stilled a moment as he looked at Harry’s face in the dark. Then he said, “I love you, too.” Harry thought he heard a sniffle and he wondered if Draco was crying. He couldn’t tell in the dark. Harry sat up and took the lube from Draco’s hand and gave him a kiss before getting on his knees. Draco turned his body so that he was on his hands and knees in front of Harry. Harry took the lube and put a generous amount on his finger, massaging it into Draco as the blonde groaned and moved his hips.

Then Harry positioned his cock at Draco’s anus and pressed himself into the moaning boy. Harry couldn’t help his own groans as Draco’s tight muscles gripped at him in the most exquisite way. He took his hand and ran it along Draco’s spine, up and down, trying to get him to relax as he began moving in a languid rhythm. Harry took his time, making slow and deep strokes and after awhile he thought he heard another sniffle from Draco.

Harry paused a moment and said, “Are you all right?”

There was no sound for a moment, and then Draco whispered a soft, “Yes.”

Harry began moving again, caressing Draco’s buttocks as he picked up more and more speed. Both boys were moaning as Harry got close to orgasm and Harry could have sworn that Draco came with him when he finally felt his hot cum spurting into Draco. He pulled out and they both collapsed exhausted on the bed, having had the longest intercourse they had ever had with each other.

Harry wrapped an arm around Draco and pulled him against his body in a spooning position. He could sense that something was bothering Draco and he asked, “What’s the matter? Was it that bad?”

He could feel Draco’s head moving in front of him as he shook his head ‘no.’ “It was great, Harry,” Draco said, softly. “And even more than that.”

“Why are you upset then?” Harry asked, his cheek resting on the back of Draco’s head.

“I think I finally realized something,” Draco said. “I realized that I’ve always wanted you to love me.”

Harry wanted to laugh incredulously, but he knew that it would have hurt Draco if he did so at this moment of confession. He just couldn’t imagine the truth of those words considering how they had been enemies up until recently. He only said, “How so?”

“That first day,” Draco whispered, “when I found out that Harry Potter was on the train, I knew I wanted to be your friend. I knew that I wanted to be around you. Then when I came to you and introduced myself to you, Weasley laughed at my name.”

“Yeah, I remember,” Harry said. “Then you poked fun at his family and I defended him because Ron was the first friend I had ever made.”

“It all started out wrong, didn’t it?” Draco said. “I felt humiliated in front of you when Weasley laughed at me, so I humiliated him back. And you disliked me from then on.”

There was silence for a moment and then Harry said, “I’m sorry that Ron laughed at you. That was wrong of him. We were just stupid fucking kids back then, you know.”

Draco let out a little laugh, “Yeah, stupid fucking kids with too much pride.”

Harry squeezed him tighter and said, “Well, we ended up together anyway, didn’t we?”

“Yeah, it just took a hell of a lot longer than it could have,” Draco said. “You want to know something else? I never really hated Hermione. The whole ‘mudblood’ thing was to hurt you and Weasley more than it was about her. If blood was such a big issue with me I would never have planned to touch her, let alone seduce her, last Halloween.”

“Well, I guess all things happen for a reason,” Harry said. “Fate brought us to this point in our lives.”

“There is something I want to know, though,” Draco said.

“What?”

“How come you didn’t use wandless magic that day when I had you helpless and stuck to the wall in the Room of Requirement? It’s obvious to me now that you could really have hurt me if you wanted to,” Draco said.

“I wasn’t ready for others to know of my abilities yet,” Harry answered, “because you would have been able to report them to your father and then he would tell Voldemort. And… maybe because I really did want to stay… that day.”

Draco laughed, “I knew it! I fucking knew it! You did want it!”

“Guilty as charged,” Harry laughed.

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A/N Hope you liked that. We’ll get back to the plot next time.

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