Harry Potter and The Secret Keeper (BP2)
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Blood Kin
Chapter Number/Total: 43/44
Chapter Title: Blood Kin
Beta(s): TheBostonDyke, Nomeci, Mearowen
Words: 4098 Words
Lucius laughed, delighted. "Well, that's more like it," he said, walking away from the altar to face Potter. "So you are agreeing to transfer your binding of Draco to me? You understand that?" he asked.
Harry closed his eyes. He wished he knew more about the binding. If Lucius died, would Draco still be bound to him? He didn't think so. He felt sick thinking about what he would pass over if he agreed, thinking about what Draco needed from him everyday, but there was nothing else he could do. If there was a chance that he could kill Lucius once the binding had been passed, then there was a chance he could save Draco. He couldn't save Draco while tied to a pillar without a wand. "Yes," he whispered.
Draco lay with his cheek pressed to the marble, watching and listening, unable to move. He wanted to scream at Harry for agreeing. He had made it clear that he would rather die than this.
Lucius looked between his son and Harry, clearly weighing his options. "I will have to untie you and have your participation in the ritual to transfer the ownership of Draco," he said. "I want you to remember that you sent all four of us to Azkaban. These men obey my orders and would kill you without hesitation."
Harry's eyes were still closed as he nodded. He couldn't look at Draco.
"Say it aloud, Potter," Lucius snapped.
"I won't try anything," he said, voice shaking.
Lucius nodded. He walked back over to Draco and took time to position the man's legs so that he was standing spread, then he cast the spell that sent ropes flying out. "Crabbe, stand by Draco and be prepared to kill him immediately if Potter tries anything." The man did as he was told and Lucius turned back around. He Summoned a knife from an alcove nearby. "Untie him." He nodded to Walden. The other man looked nervous but did as he was told.
Harry looked straight into Macnair's face, glaring as he was untied. He stepped away from the pillar, his body sore, but he didn't rub his skin. His face was hard as he stared at Lucius now. "Fuck you," he said quietly as he stood there.
"Not what we need for this ritual." Lucius smirked.
Harry's lip curled. His hands shook and he itched to punch the man in front of him, but he held himself back.
"Stand beside my son." Lucius gestured, and moved to stand at the foot of the altar again, holding a knife in one hand and his wand in the other.
Harry took a breath and he moved to stand beside Draco. He wanted to pick him up and run, but he couldn't. "I'm sorry," he whispered to him. "I love you."
Lucius took a big breath and looked down at the body of his son, spread for him. He smiled and then looked at Harry. "Order my son not to speak or move," he said.
Tears were running down Harry's face. "Dr- Draco, don't speak or - or m-move," he gasped. He was so terrified.
Lucius released the body-bind and watched as his son shivered in response. Draco was facing Harry and he looked at him. He couldn't speak but he did begin to cry, tears running down his nose.
"Hold our your hand, Potter," Lucius said. "This requires both our blood."
Harry looked into Draco's eyes. He went to hold his hand out, but he shook violently and dropped to his knees. "Please, can I just - can I hold him? Just for a moment - just for a moment, please," he gasped, sobbing.
Lucius growled, disgusted by Potter's display. As much as it should feel good to see Potter on his knees begging, he didn't trust it. He frowned and then nodded. "Go ahead."
Harry gasped again and moved to take Draco's face in his hands. He looked into his eyes, still crying. "Do I do this?" he whispered so quietly, only Draco could hear. "Do I do this?"
Draco fought the compulsion that kept him from speaking. He trembled he was pushing so hard.
"Talk to me, but only this loudly," Harry whispered, stroking Draco's skin with his hands. He found it was getting harder by the second to agree to what Lucius had said.
"Use the knife," Draco whispered. "Kill him."
Harry stared at Draco. "The others," he whispered, shivering.
"Release the hold on me," Draco whispered. "Unbreakable Vow gone when father is dead."
“You've had your goodbye, Potter," Lucius grumbled. "Let's do this."
Harry's heart sped up. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Draco's for just a second. "I release it," he whispered, and then he got to his feet.
"Stand closer, Potter," Lucius snapped impatiently, and he moved in close to his son.
Draco held very still, even though he had to grit his teeth to do so as his father ran a hand over his arse.
Harry moved closer, his breathing still heavy. He waited for when it would come time for the knife.
The knife was small, in fact, it was the same type that Draco had used with Harry only a couple days before. "Hold out your hand, Potter," Lucius said.
Harry's hand was steady now as he held it out. He glared, but didn't give anything away.
Lucius held the knife poised above Harry's hand and then stopped. He shook his head and laid the knife in Harry's hand. "You have to cut yourself, Potter, " he said.
Harry closed his eyes for a second and then took the knife from Lucius, his heart pounding. He brought the blade to his palm not cutting, just letting it rest there. He wanted to make sure that Lucius' attention was there and not on anything else.
Lucius frowned. "Stop stalling, Potter," he snapped.
Harry waited a half-second more and then, quicker than he moved while chasing after the Snitch, he gripped the knife very hard and stabbed it fast right in Lucius' throat. Grim satisfaction filled him as he looked into that face.
Lucius' eyes widened and both hands went to his throat, his wand forgotten as he tried to pull the knife from his flesh.
Draco had been tensed and waiting. All the Death Eaters were watching Lucius and Harry, so the blond had been able to move his hand and head a bit, so he could coordinate his movements with Harry's. Years of watching and chasing Harry certainly paid off. He noticed Harry's eyes flicker and his muscles tense before his strike. Draco Accio'd his wand from the alcove he assumed they had put them in and shot a body-bind at Macnair.
Harry Accio'd Lucius' wand and shot a Stupefy at Goyle before he even knew what was going on. Crabbe roared like a troll and then aimed a spell at him. It grazed Harry's shoulder, but he had ducked to his knees just in time and he shot another Stupefy at him. He watched as he fell to the floor and his eyes shot back up to Lucius above him.
"Sectumsempra!" Draco yelled, wand pointed at where his father still struggled with the knife in his throat. The spell sliced through his neck, Lucius' head falling back from his shoulders and his body crumpling.
Blood splattered from Lucius as Draco threw the spell and Harry was hit with a red mass of it. He gasped as Lucius fell to the ground and he sat staring at the headless figure. Harry had never seen so much blood. It just kept coming, flooding the floor he was kneeling on.
With Lucius' death, the ropes on Draco's legs disappeared. He rolled off the altar, landing in a crouch and looking about to see if any of the Death Eaters were left standing. He could see Goyle and Macnair on the ground. "Harry?" he called out, unable to see him from where he was.
Harry was still staring at the blood, but he moved away from it quickly at the sound of Draco's voice. "I'm here," he said.
Draco crawled toward the sound of Harry's voice, meeting him halfway and wrapping his arms around the other man, wet blood covering him as he did.
Harry still wasn't sure if it was real, but he held Draco to him tightly and then let out a gasping breath. He leaned his head back to look at Draco's face, grasping his head and hair. "Are you okay? Are we okay?" he gasped, breath coming quickly now.
"Yours." Draco smiled, tears running down his face as he did.
Harry half laughed, half cried as he hugged Draco to him again. "Oh, Merlin," he sobbed. "Oh, God you're okay." He ran his hands over Draco's skin, not being able to touch enough of him.
Draco sobbed and laughed, seemingly unable to know what to do as Harry touched him. He shuddered under the raw power radiating from the other man. He used his hand to grab Harry's hair and bring his mouth to his, kissing him.
Harry kissed Draco deeply. "You're mine," he whispered as he pulled back, and then he moved forward and kissed him again, gripping one hand in his hair, his other arm firmly around his waist.
Draco trembled as Harry pulled him against him. Harry was naked and covered in his father's blood, and Draco's body was responding to him as always.
Harry didn't know what to think as he kissed Draco. All he could think was Draco. He's still mine, we're still here, he's alive and we're still us.
Draco's mouth opened to Harry's, his tongue seeking out his lover's and his hand gripping that dark hair. His cock was growing hard as he slid forward, his thigh against Harry's crotch and his cock against the other man's thigh.
Harry gasped and pulled Draco even more flush against him. He felt intoxicated with relief. His one hand remained gripped in Draco's hair and his other trailed down to grasp his arse. "Oh, Merlin, Draco," he whispered, just feeling his body against his own.
"Yes, yours," Draco gasped, feeling the hot rush of Harry's magic and the realisation that they were both alive. "Please, claim me," he begged. "I need you."
Harry kissed Draco again and lowered them both gently to the ground. Harry had dropped Lucius' wand when he had grabbed Draco. He was not going to use it to make love to him. He Accio'd Draco's wand from where it lay on the floor. His hands were covered in blood and he was not going to put his fingers inside the man he loved with any part of Lucius on them. "Clean my hands, Draco," Harry whispered, pressing the wand into Draco's hand as he kissed his lips again.
Draco nodded, looking at them and casting Cleaning Charms that removed much of the blood from Harry.
Harry took the wand back from Draco and cast the spell that provided him with lubrication. He pressed his fingers gently to Draco's opening. My opening, he thought, not Lucius Malfoy's. Mine and Draco's. He slid his tongue into Draco's mouth as he slid a finger into him.
Draco groaned, opening himself to Harry with his entire body, loving the feel of Harry's tongue and finger entering him.
"I love you, Draco," Harry whispered between kisses and gentle licks. "I love you. You're mine. I'm yours."
"Yes, yours, not his, all yours," Draco responded rubbing his body against Harry's and pushing back against his fingers. "I love you, always," he whispered.
"Forever," Harry said, pressing his fingers to Draco's prostate as he sucked on the skin of his neck gently.
Draco shuddered, his hand grasping at Harry's hair. "Please, inside," he begged.
Harry withdrew his fingers and slicked himself, his complete attention on Draco. He locked eyes with him as he moved forward, gasping as he finally pushed inside. He felt his body settle into that familiarity. He was back where he was supposed to be and it seemed to heal him in some way, he felt complete and whole again.
Draco focused all of his attention on Harry, looking into those deep green eyes. He trembled as Harry entered him, the sensation perfect in that it made him feel perfect. The other man's magic surged in him, making Draco feel like it filled him up and pushed out anything that was Lucius.
Harry stared into Draco's eyes as he rocked gently into him. He would protect him with everything he had from this moment on. He would be damned if anyone ever took Draco from him again.
Draco's eyes were wide and trusting, allowing Harry to really see him. To know how wonderful he felt to be with him. How much he trusted him to be there and to accept him.
Harry gasped quietly at the look in Draco's eyes. He lent forward and kissed him again, but he kept his eyes half-way open, still staring. He let out a little, quiet moan as he thrust his hips slowly.
Opening himself and pushing back, Draco moaned as Harry filled him, warmth spreading through their joined bodies. "You are inside me," he whispered, "only you."
Harry could only let out a shaky breath at that and nod. Everything about this felt so perfect and right. It was as if they were one person instead of two. "Only us," Harry whispered when he had found his voice.
"Inside you, inside me," Draco said with a sigh, his body trembling as he pushed up against Harry, meeting his gentle thrusts. He kissed Harry's chin and jaw, licking and tasting him.
Harry moaned again, his skin tingling where Draco touched him. "Forever, forever, and forever," he whispered. His body thrummed with pleasure and power only Draco could give him.
"Yes, together," Draco said, his movements faster as felt the power rising in Harry. "Yes, fill me, bring me, claim me," he chanted, feeling the swirling of ancient magics in this deep chamber.
Harry's desire and passion rose with Draco's and he thrust quicker, gasping for breath and moaning in ecstasy as he felt Draco respond to him. His skin tingled everywhere as he moved.
The torch flames leapt and a fire rose in the pit beside them as Harry's magic flowed into Draco, triggering the spells embedded in the magic of Malfoy Manor. "Yes, mine, yes, yours," Draco gasped, his body on fire.
Harry was panting now, his heart beating madly. "Mine, yours," he echoed. He thrust harder and faster still, crying out now as he did, sweat mingling with the bits of blood still covering his body.
"Yes, ours," Draco groaned, his body shuddered, arching against Harry. The wound on his stomach had reopened and he could feel the sting as Harry's sweat dripped into it.
Harry finally squeezed his eyes shut and he gritted his teeth, still grasping Draco's hair as he pistoned his hips firmly, quickly, feeling like he was claiming him from Lucius, from everyone else and at the same giving himself away.
Draco gasped the sensations of Harry's fucking him hard and deep, pleasure radiating out from the delicious slide of flesh against flesh, in sharp contrast with the sting of the wound on his belly and he could feel the blood trickling down his body to where Harry was sliding into him. Magic roared through the room, swirling over and through their bodies. "I love you, I am yours," Draco gasped.
Harry's back and neck arched as he thrust forward three last times. The only thing that mattered to him was Draco and what they were doing. His whole body seemed to tense and still for a split second and then he was coming powerfully, crying out, "I'm yours!" in a gasping breath.
"Yes, mine," Draco answered, that roar of power spreading out from within them, come mingling with blood and the room's magic flaring in a blinding light. He clutched Harry to him, his legs and arm wrapped about him as he clung to his lover, riding the waves of pleasure.
Harry lay pressed to Draco completely, revelling in the feeling of being held so securely, so safely, so wanted. He was gasping for breath and trembling as sparks of pleasure surged through his body. He felt like he could even feel Draco's orgasm as it hit.
Draco lay panting, feeling secure under Harry, the other man wrapped around him and his magic flowing between them. He also felt an awareness of the magics of his own house at a level he hadn't felt before. Tears ran down his face as he understood what that meant.
Harry's face was pressed into Draco's neck, and he was still panting, his body glistening with sweat and now Draco's blood. "Draco?" he asked breathlessly, smoothing his blond hair from his face blindly.
"Yes, love," Draco answered, still breathless. He untangled his fingers from Harry's hair and stroked the thick, dark locks.
Harry's answer was to clutch Draco tighter. "You're okay," he sobbed after a few seconds. "You're still here."
"Amazing, isn't it?" Draco laughed softly. "We really are."
Harry laughed through his tears at that. "Amazing," he repeated. "Yes."
Draco kissed those tear stained cheeks, licking at Harry's lips. "You and I always end up making a mess of each other," he said with a smirk, feeling the stickiness of fluids in and on his body.
Harry lifted his head and stared down at Draco with a watery smile. "Merlin, I love you," he said, using both hands to pet Draco's hair now.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "So I gathered." He shook his head. "Bloody Gryffindor."
"Oh, Merlin," Harry said again. "I have absolutely no words for what sort of Slytherin you are." And then he kissed Draco firmly on the mouth.
Draco slid his tongue into Harry's mouth in response. Then he tugged on the other man's hair, pulling him back firmly. "I think you meant to say perfect," he said, smirking.
"Yes," Harry said. "Bloody fucking perfect."
Draco smiled then sighed. "A bit literally at the moment." He grimaced. "And the marble floor is cold."
Draco's words reminded Harry of where he was. He looked up and around him at the bodies on the floor. He quickly looked away from Lucius' bloody form. "We should get up before they do," he said, looking back at Draco.
Draco nodded, reaching for his wand.
Harry pushed himself from Draco with a wince as his spent cock slipped from him. He looked at the blood between them with a worried look on his face. "Are you hurt?" he asked.
Draco looked down between them at the mixture of blood and come. He flicked his wand, the Cleaning Spell showing his skin. The wound had closed again and looked much better than it had before. "Apparently not," he said. "You?"
Harry looked his body over. "No, I'm fine," he said. He got shakily to his feet and was suddenly very cold covered in sweat that was cooling him quickly. "Where are we?" he asked.
Draco sat up, shivering more from memory than temperature as he looked around the room, seeing his father's body and the prone Death Eaters. "We are in the Offering Room," he said, "under the Manor."
"Your house?" Harry asked, looking around. He picked up Lucius' wand again and cast a new Stupefy on the nearest body, which turned out to be Crabbe. "We should get out of here," he said, lifting the wand to shoot another spell.
"Wait," Draco said, climbing to his feet and looking around. He walked over to one of the wall tapestries and drew in back, stepping inside the alcove there. A minute later he emerged with a couple of black robes and Harry's wand.
Harry dropped the wand he was holding immediately as he took his own, very glad to have it back. It had felt strange and wrong using a different one for more than a simple charm. He dressed quickly in the robes Draco had given him.
Draco walked over and stood staring at his father's severed head, feeling unnaturally calm. "What do we do now? Tell the Ministry we caught escaped Death Eaters?" he asked quietly. "Won't they want the ... details, of what happened?"
Harry looked at Draco and winced. He wanted to tell him not to look. "I suppose that's what they'll want," he said. "They're probably swarming everywhere looking. Everyone must be panicking. Hermione, Ron, Lupin - everyone."
"Then we put these three in a cell without wands," he said, "and go back to the Order." He put the robe on and did a quick resize charm to help it fit him. He walked over to Macnair and stood looking down into the man's eyes with his own gone cold as steel. "Lucius Malfoy is dead," he said to him. "Look for revenge on us for it and you will be too. I am Lord of this Manor now."
Harry watched Draco quietly. "Let's get them into cells and get away from here," he said. He cast the same Lightening Charm on Goyle that he had used on Draco quite a few times and bent to pick him up. It was not easy to do as there was still so much of him, no matter how light he was. Harry must have looked odd lifting such a large man.
Draco cocked his head. "Do you know where to take him?"
"No," Harry said, sounding a bit exasperated. "I'm waiting for you."
"Were you in a cell before?" he asked, still standing there. "If so, imagine it and take him there. Then return here."
"Just by imagining?" Harry asked, not liking the idea of being trapped in that cell again.
"Harry," Draco sighed, "you know how to Apparate, right?"
"Yes," Harry said and then huffed. "I suppose I should just do that then?" But he didn't wait for an answer before he concentrated on the horrible room. He seemed to spin on the spot and was gone, suddenly standing in the cell again. He simply dropped Goyle to the floor and did a quick Summoning Charm to check for any weapons he might have besides his wand. He was clean and Harry concentrated on the room he had just left and was back.
Draco watched Harry Apparate and was grinning and shaking his head when he came back. "That answers that question," he said. "It worked. It really worked."
"What worked?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. "I've known how to Apparate, just didn't have a license."
Draco was wide-eyed and shaking his head still. "You shouldn't have been able to in this house," he explained. "House wards limit Apparation inside, in or out to only those the Lord of the Manor have approved."
"So, you're the owner now?" Harry asked slowly. "You should be shouldn't you?" He glanced over at Lucius quickly again.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Let's put these two in the holding cell and then I will explain it." He used a charm to lift Macnair and Apparated him to the same chamber.
Harry nodded and did the same thing he had done to Goyle to Crabbe. In a few minutes, he was standing back in the massive room with Draco again after everything had been checked and the three Death Eater's wands secured.
Draco avoided looking at the body again as he waited for Harry. When Harry returned, the blond strode forward and wrapped his arms around him, kissing him thoroughly.
Harry raised an eyebrow, but then his eyes slid closed and he returned the kiss. When he pulled back, he was panting slightly. He simply gave Draco a questioning look.
"Home?" Draco asked.
"Home," Harry replied.
Chapter Title: Blood Kin
Beta(s): TheBostonDyke, Nomeci, Mearowen
Words: 4098 Words
Lucius laughed, delighted. "Well, that's more like it," he said, walking away from the altar to face Potter. "So you are agreeing to transfer your binding of Draco to me? You understand that?" he asked.
Harry closed his eyes. He wished he knew more about the binding. If Lucius died, would Draco still be bound to him? He didn't think so. He felt sick thinking about what he would pass over if he agreed, thinking about what Draco needed from him everyday, but there was nothing else he could do. If there was a chance that he could kill Lucius once the binding had been passed, then there was a chance he could save Draco. He couldn't save Draco while tied to a pillar without a wand. "Yes," he whispered.
Draco lay with his cheek pressed to the marble, watching and listening, unable to move. He wanted to scream at Harry for agreeing. He had made it clear that he would rather die than this.
Lucius looked between his son and Harry, clearly weighing his options. "I will have to untie you and have your participation in the ritual to transfer the ownership of Draco," he said. "I want you to remember that you sent all four of us to Azkaban. These men obey my orders and would kill you without hesitation."
Harry's eyes were still closed as he nodded. He couldn't look at Draco.
"Say it aloud, Potter," Lucius snapped.
"I won't try anything," he said, voice shaking.
Lucius nodded. He walked back over to Draco and took time to position the man's legs so that he was standing spread, then he cast the spell that sent ropes flying out. "Crabbe, stand by Draco and be prepared to kill him immediately if Potter tries anything." The man did as he was told and Lucius turned back around. He Summoned a knife from an alcove nearby. "Untie him." He nodded to Walden. The other man looked nervous but did as he was told.
Harry looked straight into Macnair's face, glaring as he was untied. He stepped away from the pillar, his body sore, but he didn't rub his skin. His face was hard as he stared at Lucius now. "Fuck you," he said quietly as he stood there.
"Not what we need for this ritual." Lucius smirked.
Harry's lip curled. His hands shook and he itched to punch the man in front of him, but he held himself back.
"Stand beside my son." Lucius gestured, and moved to stand at the foot of the altar again, holding a knife in one hand and his wand in the other.
Harry took a breath and he moved to stand beside Draco. He wanted to pick him up and run, but he couldn't. "I'm sorry," he whispered to him. "I love you."
Lucius took a big breath and looked down at the body of his son, spread for him. He smiled and then looked at Harry. "Order my son not to speak or move," he said.
Tears were running down Harry's face. "Dr- Draco, don't speak or - or m-move," he gasped. He was so terrified.
Lucius released the body-bind and watched as his son shivered in response. Draco was facing Harry and he looked at him. He couldn't speak but he did begin to cry, tears running down his nose.
"Hold our your hand, Potter," Lucius said. "This requires both our blood."
Harry looked into Draco's eyes. He went to hold his hand out, but he shook violently and dropped to his knees. "Please, can I just - can I hold him? Just for a moment - just for a moment, please," he gasped, sobbing.
Lucius growled, disgusted by Potter's display. As much as it should feel good to see Potter on his knees begging, he didn't trust it. He frowned and then nodded. "Go ahead."
Harry gasped again and moved to take Draco's face in his hands. He looked into his eyes, still crying. "Do I do this?" he whispered so quietly, only Draco could hear. "Do I do this?"
Draco fought the compulsion that kept him from speaking. He trembled he was pushing so hard.
"Talk to me, but only this loudly," Harry whispered, stroking Draco's skin with his hands. He found it was getting harder by the second to agree to what Lucius had said.
"Use the knife," Draco whispered. "Kill him."
Harry stared at Draco. "The others," he whispered, shivering.
"Release the hold on me," Draco whispered. "Unbreakable Vow gone when father is dead."
“You've had your goodbye, Potter," Lucius grumbled. "Let's do this."
Harry's heart sped up. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Draco's for just a second. "I release it," he whispered, and then he got to his feet.
"Stand closer, Potter," Lucius snapped impatiently, and he moved in close to his son.
Draco held very still, even though he had to grit his teeth to do so as his father ran a hand over his arse.
Harry moved closer, his breathing still heavy. He waited for when it would come time for the knife.
The knife was small, in fact, it was the same type that Draco had used with Harry only a couple days before. "Hold out your hand, Potter," Lucius said.
Harry's hand was steady now as he held it out. He glared, but didn't give anything away.
Lucius held the knife poised above Harry's hand and then stopped. He shook his head and laid the knife in Harry's hand. "You have to cut yourself, Potter, " he said.
Harry closed his eyes for a second and then took the knife from Lucius, his heart pounding. He brought the blade to his palm not cutting, just letting it rest there. He wanted to make sure that Lucius' attention was there and not on anything else.
Lucius frowned. "Stop stalling, Potter," he snapped.
Harry waited a half-second more and then, quicker than he moved while chasing after the Snitch, he gripped the knife very hard and stabbed it fast right in Lucius' throat. Grim satisfaction filled him as he looked into that face.
Lucius' eyes widened and both hands went to his throat, his wand forgotten as he tried to pull the knife from his flesh.
Draco had been tensed and waiting. All the Death Eaters were watching Lucius and Harry, so the blond had been able to move his hand and head a bit, so he could coordinate his movements with Harry's. Years of watching and chasing Harry certainly paid off. He noticed Harry's eyes flicker and his muscles tense before his strike. Draco Accio'd his wand from the alcove he assumed they had put them in and shot a body-bind at Macnair.
Harry Accio'd Lucius' wand and shot a Stupefy at Goyle before he even knew what was going on. Crabbe roared like a troll and then aimed a spell at him. It grazed Harry's shoulder, but he had ducked to his knees just in time and he shot another Stupefy at him. He watched as he fell to the floor and his eyes shot back up to Lucius above him.
"Sectumsempra!" Draco yelled, wand pointed at where his father still struggled with the knife in his throat. The spell sliced through his neck, Lucius' head falling back from his shoulders and his body crumpling.
Blood splattered from Lucius as Draco threw the spell and Harry was hit with a red mass of it. He gasped as Lucius fell to the ground and he sat staring at the headless figure. Harry had never seen so much blood. It just kept coming, flooding the floor he was kneeling on.
With Lucius' death, the ropes on Draco's legs disappeared. He rolled off the altar, landing in a crouch and looking about to see if any of the Death Eaters were left standing. He could see Goyle and Macnair on the ground. "Harry?" he called out, unable to see him from where he was.
Harry was still staring at the blood, but he moved away from it quickly at the sound of Draco's voice. "I'm here," he said.
Draco crawled toward the sound of Harry's voice, meeting him halfway and wrapping his arms around the other man, wet blood covering him as he did.
Harry still wasn't sure if it was real, but he held Draco to him tightly and then let out a gasping breath. He leaned his head back to look at Draco's face, grasping his head and hair. "Are you okay? Are we okay?" he gasped, breath coming quickly now.
"Yours." Draco smiled, tears running down his face as he did.
Harry half laughed, half cried as he hugged Draco to him again. "Oh, Merlin," he sobbed. "Oh, God you're okay." He ran his hands over Draco's skin, not being able to touch enough of him.
Draco sobbed and laughed, seemingly unable to know what to do as Harry touched him. He shuddered under the raw power radiating from the other man. He used his hand to grab Harry's hair and bring his mouth to his, kissing him.
Harry kissed Draco deeply. "You're mine," he whispered as he pulled back, and then he moved forward and kissed him again, gripping one hand in his hair, his other arm firmly around his waist.
Draco trembled as Harry pulled him against him. Harry was naked and covered in his father's blood, and Draco's body was responding to him as always.
Harry didn't know what to think as he kissed Draco. All he could think was Draco. He's still mine, we're still here, he's alive and we're still us.
Draco's mouth opened to Harry's, his tongue seeking out his lover's and his hand gripping that dark hair. His cock was growing hard as he slid forward, his thigh against Harry's crotch and his cock against the other man's thigh.
Harry gasped and pulled Draco even more flush against him. He felt intoxicated with relief. His one hand remained gripped in Draco's hair and his other trailed down to grasp his arse. "Oh, Merlin, Draco," he whispered, just feeling his body against his own.
"Yes, yours," Draco gasped, feeling the hot rush of Harry's magic and the realisation that they were both alive. "Please, claim me," he begged. "I need you."
Harry kissed Draco again and lowered them both gently to the ground. Harry had dropped Lucius' wand when he had grabbed Draco. He was not going to use it to make love to him. He Accio'd Draco's wand from where it lay on the floor. His hands were covered in blood and he was not going to put his fingers inside the man he loved with any part of Lucius on them. "Clean my hands, Draco," Harry whispered, pressing the wand into Draco's hand as he kissed his lips again.
Draco nodded, looking at them and casting Cleaning Charms that removed much of the blood from Harry.
Harry took the wand back from Draco and cast the spell that provided him with lubrication. He pressed his fingers gently to Draco's opening. My opening, he thought, not Lucius Malfoy's. Mine and Draco's. He slid his tongue into Draco's mouth as he slid a finger into him.
Draco groaned, opening himself to Harry with his entire body, loving the feel of Harry's tongue and finger entering him.
"I love you, Draco," Harry whispered between kisses and gentle licks. "I love you. You're mine. I'm yours."
"Yes, yours, not his, all yours," Draco responded rubbing his body against Harry's and pushing back against his fingers. "I love you, always," he whispered.
"Forever," Harry said, pressing his fingers to Draco's prostate as he sucked on the skin of his neck gently.
Draco shuddered, his hand grasping at Harry's hair. "Please, inside," he begged.
Harry withdrew his fingers and slicked himself, his complete attention on Draco. He locked eyes with him as he moved forward, gasping as he finally pushed inside. He felt his body settle into that familiarity. He was back where he was supposed to be and it seemed to heal him in some way, he felt complete and whole again.
Draco focused all of his attention on Harry, looking into those deep green eyes. He trembled as Harry entered him, the sensation perfect in that it made him feel perfect. The other man's magic surged in him, making Draco feel like it filled him up and pushed out anything that was Lucius.
Harry stared into Draco's eyes as he rocked gently into him. He would protect him with everything he had from this moment on. He would be damned if anyone ever took Draco from him again.
Draco's eyes were wide and trusting, allowing Harry to really see him. To know how wonderful he felt to be with him. How much he trusted him to be there and to accept him.
Harry gasped quietly at the look in Draco's eyes. He lent forward and kissed him again, but he kept his eyes half-way open, still staring. He let out a little, quiet moan as he thrust his hips slowly.
Opening himself and pushing back, Draco moaned as Harry filled him, warmth spreading through their joined bodies. "You are inside me," he whispered, "only you."
Harry could only let out a shaky breath at that and nod. Everything about this felt so perfect and right. It was as if they were one person instead of two. "Only us," Harry whispered when he had found his voice.
"Inside you, inside me," Draco said with a sigh, his body trembling as he pushed up against Harry, meeting his gentle thrusts. He kissed Harry's chin and jaw, licking and tasting him.
Harry moaned again, his skin tingling where Draco touched him. "Forever, forever, and forever," he whispered. His body thrummed with pleasure and power only Draco could give him.
"Yes, together," Draco said, his movements faster as felt the power rising in Harry. "Yes, fill me, bring me, claim me," he chanted, feeling the swirling of ancient magics in this deep chamber.
Harry's desire and passion rose with Draco's and he thrust quicker, gasping for breath and moaning in ecstasy as he felt Draco respond to him. His skin tingled everywhere as he moved.
The torch flames leapt and a fire rose in the pit beside them as Harry's magic flowed into Draco, triggering the spells embedded in the magic of Malfoy Manor. "Yes, mine, yes, yours," Draco gasped, his body on fire.
Harry was panting now, his heart beating madly. "Mine, yours," he echoed. He thrust harder and faster still, crying out now as he did, sweat mingling with the bits of blood still covering his body.
"Yes, ours," Draco groaned, his body shuddered, arching against Harry. The wound on his stomach had reopened and he could feel the sting as Harry's sweat dripped into it.
Harry finally squeezed his eyes shut and he gritted his teeth, still grasping Draco's hair as he pistoned his hips firmly, quickly, feeling like he was claiming him from Lucius, from everyone else and at the same giving himself away.
Draco gasped the sensations of Harry's fucking him hard and deep, pleasure radiating out from the delicious slide of flesh against flesh, in sharp contrast with the sting of the wound on his belly and he could feel the blood trickling down his body to where Harry was sliding into him. Magic roared through the room, swirling over and through their bodies. "I love you, I am yours," Draco gasped.
Harry's back and neck arched as he thrust forward three last times. The only thing that mattered to him was Draco and what they were doing. His whole body seemed to tense and still for a split second and then he was coming powerfully, crying out, "I'm yours!" in a gasping breath.
"Yes, mine," Draco answered, that roar of power spreading out from within them, come mingling with blood and the room's magic flaring in a blinding light. He clutched Harry to him, his legs and arm wrapped about him as he clung to his lover, riding the waves of pleasure.
Harry lay pressed to Draco completely, revelling in the feeling of being held so securely, so safely, so wanted. He was gasping for breath and trembling as sparks of pleasure surged through his body. He felt like he could even feel Draco's orgasm as it hit.
Draco lay panting, feeling secure under Harry, the other man wrapped around him and his magic flowing between them. He also felt an awareness of the magics of his own house at a level he hadn't felt before. Tears ran down his face as he understood what that meant.
Harry's face was pressed into Draco's neck, and he was still panting, his body glistening with sweat and now Draco's blood. "Draco?" he asked breathlessly, smoothing his blond hair from his face blindly.
"Yes, love," Draco answered, still breathless. He untangled his fingers from Harry's hair and stroked the thick, dark locks.
Harry's answer was to clutch Draco tighter. "You're okay," he sobbed after a few seconds. "You're still here."
"Amazing, isn't it?" Draco laughed softly. "We really are."
Harry laughed through his tears at that. "Amazing," he repeated. "Yes."
Draco kissed those tear stained cheeks, licking at Harry's lips. "You and I always end up making a mess of each other," he said with a smirk, feeling the stickiness of fluids in and on his body.
Harry lifted his head and stared down at Draco with a watery smile. "Merlin, I love you," he said, using both hands to pet Draco's hair now.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "So I gathered." He shook his head. "Bloody Gryffindor."
"Oh, Merlin," Harry said again. "I have absolutely no words for what sort of Slytherin you are." And then he kissed Draco firmly on the mouth.
Draco slid his tongue into Harry's mouth in response. Then he tugged on the other man's hair, pulling him back firmly. "I think you meant to say perfect," he said, smirking.
"Yes," Harry said. "Bloody fucking perfect."
Draco smiled then sighed. "A bit literally at the moment." He grimaced. "And the marble floor is cold."
Draco's words reminded Harry of where he was. He looked up and around him at the bodies on the floor. He quickly looked away from Lucius' bloody form. "We should get up before they do," he said, looking back at Draco.
Draco nodded, reaching for his wand.
Harry pushed himself from Draco with a wince as his spent cock slipped from him. He looked at the blood between them with a worried look on his face. "Are you hurt?" he asked.
Draco looked down between them at the mixture of blood and come. He flicked his wand, the Cleaning Spell showing his skin. The wound had closed again and looked much better than it had before. "Apparently not," he said. "You?"
Harry looked his body over. "No, I'm fine," he said. He got shakily to his feet and was suddenly very cold covered in sweat that was cooling him quickly. "Where are we?" he asked.
Draco sat up, shivering more from memory than temperature as he looked around the room, seeing his father's body and the prone Death Eaters. "We are in the Offering Room," he said, "under the Manor."
"Your house?" Harry asked, looking around. He picked up Lucius' wand again and cast a new Stupefy on the nearest body, which turned out to be Crabbe. "We should get out of here," he said, lifting the wand to shoot another spell.
"Wait," Draco said, climbing to his feet and looking around. He walked over to one of the wall tapestries and drew in back, stepping inside the alcove there. A minute later he emerged with a couple of black robes and Harry's wand.
Harry dropped the wand he was holding immediately as he took his own, very glad to have it back. It had felt strange and wrong using a different one for more than a simple charm. He dressed quickly in the robes Draco had given him.
Draco walked over and stood staring at his father's severed head, feeling unnaturally calm. "What do we do now? Tell the Ministry we caught escaped Death Eaters?" he asked quietly. "Won't they want the ... details, of what happened?"
Harry looked at Draco and winced. He wanted to tell him not to look. "I suppose that's what they'll want," he said. "They're probably swarming everywhere looking. Everyone must be panicking. Hermione, Ron, Lupin - everyone."
"Then we put these three in a cell without wands," he said, "and go back to the Order." He put the robe on and did a quick resize charm to help it fit him. He walked over to Macnair and stood looking down into the man's eyes with his own gone cold as steel. "Lucius Malfoy is dead," he said to him. "Look for revenge on us for it and you will be too. I am Lord of this Manor now."
Harry watched Draco quietly. "Let's get them into cells and get away from here," he said. He cast the same Lightening Charm on Goyle that he had used on Draco quite a few times and bent to pick him up. It was not easy to do as there was still so much of him, no matter how light he was. Harry must have looked odd lifting such a large man.
Draco cocked his head. "Do you know where to take him?"
"No," Harry said, sounding a bit exasperated. "I'm waiting for you."
"Were you in a cell before?" he asked, still standing there. "If so, imagine it and take him there. Then return here."
"Just by imagining?" Harry asked, not liking the idea of being trapped in that cell again.
"Harry," Draco sighed, "you know how to Apparate, right?"
"Yes," Harry said and then huffed. "I suppose I should just do that then?" But he didn't wait for an answer before he concentrated on the horrible room. He seemed to spin on the spot and was gone, suddenly standing in the cell again. He simply dropped Goyle to the floor and did a quick Summoning Charm to check for any weapons he might have besides his wand. He was clean and Harry concentrated on the room he had just left and was back.
Draco watched Harry Apparate and was grinning and shaking his head when he came back. "That answers that question," he said. "It worked. It really worked."
"What worked?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. "I've known how to Apparate, just didn't have a license."
Draco was wide-eyed and shaking his head still. "You shouldn't have been able to in this house," he explained. "House wards limit Apparation inside, in or out to only those the Lord of the Manor have approved."
"So, you're the owner now?" Harry asked slowly. "You should be shouldn't you?" He glanced over at Lucius quickly again.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Let's put these two in the holding cell and then I will explain it." He used a charm to lift Macnair and Apparated him to the same chamber.
Harry nodded and did the same thing he had done to Goyle to Crabbe. In a few minutes, he was standing back in the massive room with Draco again after everything had been checked and the three Death Eater's wands secured.
Draco avoided looking at the body again as he waited for Harry. When Harry returned, the blond strode forward and wrapped his arms around him, kissing him thoroughly.
Harry raised an eyebrow, but then his eyes slid closed and he returned the kiss. When he pulled back, he was panting slightly. He simply gave Draco a questioning look.
"Home?" Draco asked.
"Home," Harry replied.