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Of A Different Kind
Chapter Number/Total: 44/44
Chapter Title: Of A Diffenent Kind
Words: 4622 Words
When Harry and Draco arrived, nothing happened at first. Harry was able to get a short look at the people sitting at the table, who were looking in his direction because of the sound of the Apparation, and then, suddenly, there was a scream and they were all on their feet in seconds, crowding around him. There was sobbing and babbling and more shouts and Harry found himself being pulled into Mrs Weasley's arms.
"Oh, thank goodness," she sobbed. "Oh, Harry. Oh, my goodness."
Harry could hear Hermione crying somewhere and he turned his head, looking for her. He saw her tear-streaked face and Ron standing next to her, looking paler than ever.
"I'm okay," he assured them and Ginny and Fleur. "I'm fine."
Draco had stepped back when the commotion started, feeling the shock finally beginning to set in. Had they really been captured, tortured and nearly killed by his father? Had he really beheaded his own father? He was suddenly hot and sweaty and a bit queasy. He tried not to let any of that show on his face as he watched everyone hug and greet Harry.
"Where were you?" sobbed Hermione as Mrs Weasley still clung to Harry's neck.
"I was - It was Lucius Malfoy," Harry said.
Hermione gasped and Mrs Weasley hugged him tighter and gasped as well.
"We were captured in St Mungo's and taken to Malfoy Manor, but we're okay. He's dead."
“He's dead?" asked Ron weakly.
Harry nodded.
"Bloody hell."
Draco backed up until he reached the stairs and then sat down on them, beginning to shake. His skin felt cold and he was sweating.
"Let him sit down, Mum," said Ginny, as pale as Ron.
Mrs Weasley let out another sob and directed Harry to a chair.
"Where's everyone else?" Harry asked quickly.
"Out looking for you," said Ron, reaching out to shake Harry's shoulder, seemingly to make sure he was real. "Bloody hell. You've been gone all night. We all thought you were- Blimey."
"I'm okay," Harry said again.
"What happened, Harry?" asked Ginny.
"We were - we were tied up and Lucius wanted the binding between Draco and me gone. There were other Death Eaters there as well. Crabbe and Goyle's fathers, and Macnair. There was no way we could get out. Lucius tried to get me to agree to take the binding off, but I couldn't because he wanted Draco to stay there with him. He tortured us and threatened to kill Draco, so I had to agree and he untied me. We had to use blood to take the binding off, and he handed me a knife. I - I stabbed him in the neck so that he couldn't give any orders to the other Death Eaters, and Draco Summoned his wand and we killed him." Harry purposely left out everything sexual, and he purposely didn't say that Draco had killed Lucius.
He turned his head to look back at Draco as everyone else seemed to remember that Draco was there as well.
Draco was slumped forward, his face in his hands, concentrating on breathing and not throwing up. Hearing Harry say it like that, it was like the entire night came rushing back to him. All the fear, anger, revulsion and, yes, grief came at him in a rush.
"Draco?" Harry asked, frowning and pushing half-way back from the table.
"Mm?" was all Draco managed, afraid to open his mouth or look up. He was shaking as the night continued to flash through his mind in disjointed moments of pain and fear.
Everyone was still looking a bit shocked from Harry's quick story and didn't move.
Harry got to his feet and walked over to Draco quickly. He saw him shaking and he dropped to the stair Draco was sitting on and pulled him to him. "It's okay, love," he breathed into his ear.
"Is he all right?" asked Ginny, sounding very scared and worried.
They all looked at Harry and Draco.
Draco snorted and buried his face against Harry, just letting himself be held while he continued to shake.
Harry rocked Draco, his eyebrows pulling together at Draco's snort. He looked around at everyone else.
"Someone should contact the others and tell them that we're here," he said. "It's still dangerous out there and I don't want anyone hurt looking for us."
Mrs Weasley had a hand pressed to her closed mouth as she stared at the young men on the stairs, but she nodded and got quickly to her feet to do what Harry had said.
Draco allowed himself the luxury of just sitting there while others took care of things. He buried his face against Harry's neck, the other man's touch and smell comforting.
"Are either of you hurt?" asked Hermione in a squeak.
"No, we're not hurt," Harry answered. "I think we're just - a bit shaken."
"Oh, Harry I was so scared," Hermione said, starting to sob again.
Ron slid and arm around her. "We were all scared," he said seriously.
Harry nodded, continuing to rock Draco.
Draco had no words of comfort for anyone else. He was just beginning to come to accept that his father had been willing to rape him to death. That started him shuddering again and he tried to stand quickly. "Bathroom," he whispered to Harry.
Harry took in a quiet breath and let Draco go, getting to his feet quickly to follow him. "I'll be back in a few," he said, sprinting up the stairs with Draco.
Draco fell to his knees on the tile and vomited into the toilet, his long hair falling around his face.
Harry winced, dropping to his knees as well and rubbing Draco's back. He reached forward and grabbed as much of his hair as he could, holding it back.
Tears, snot and vomit were running down his face; Draco was disgusted with himself. Finally, his stomach stopped cramping up and his head stopped spinning. And there was Harry, by his side. "Ugh," he groaned, sitting back on his feet.
Harry raised himself on his knees and reached for a towel hanging on the row of hooks on the wall. "Here," he said quietly, handing it over and passing his fingers through Draco's hair to push it from his face again.
Draco wiped his face and grimaced. "Thanks, love," he said. He sat breathing through his nose until he was sure he wouldn't lose it again.
There was a knock on the bathroom door and the familiar voice of Remus said, "Harry? Draco?"
Harry reached over and flushed the toilet. "Yeah, we're in here," he said, rubbing Draco's back again. "You can come in."
Remus stuck his head in and had the good grace not to say anything about where they were. "I am so relieved to see you, everyone is," he said, his eyes tearing up as he did. "Mr Weasley and Tonks are out here. We are going to have to decide how to handle this."
Harry smiled and grimaced at the same time. "Okay," he said. "Just give us a few more seconds. Tell everyone we're all right."
Remus smiled at him, clearly moved to see them and then nodded, closing the door.
Draco nodded too. "I suppose we had better go deal with this," he said wearily.
Harry frowned and nodded. He kissed Draco's forehead. "Are you okay?"
Draco shrugged. "How am I suppose to feel right now? I am not sure."
Harry opened his mouth, but then closed it, not sure what to say. He settled for kissing Draco's forehead again. "Let's just go and get this done and then we can go and lay down for a bit, yeah?"
Draco stood and used the bathroom and his wand to clean his face and mouth. He felt better for that. And then he followed Harry back to the kitchen were there seemed to be quite a crowd waiting.
Mr Weasley walked forward, looking very relieved, and grasped them both by the shoulders. "Are you boys all right?" he asked, voice shaking slightly.
Harry nodded. "Yes," he said.
Mr Weasley breathed a heavy relieved sigh. "Good," he said. "Good." He closed his eyes for a second, taking deep breaths.
Draco did his best to pull himself together, trying for neutral and only nodded, when Mr Weasley spoke to Harry. He looked around the room. It looked like half the order was there.
Half the Order was there. So many people, all white-faced or tear-streaked, looking scared and relieved at the same time. As soon as Mr Weasley moved slightly away from Harry and Draco, there were a dozen questions thrown at them all at once. Where had they been? How had they got back? Who had been there? Had it been Lucius? Were they hurt? Who else was there? Where were they now?
Harry was overwhelmed for a few seconds.
Draco stood straight and as calm in appearance as he could manage. Harry was in charge here, and that suited him just fine at this point.
Harry stared around at everyone for a moment as they continued to bark questions. He held up a hand to stop them.
"We're fine," he said loudly. "We were captured in St Mungo's and yes, it was Lucius Malfoy." He paused for the dark mutterings around the room. Many of them stared at Draco for a second before snapping eyes back on Harry. Harry took a rather large breath and began to explain all that he had told the others in a bit more detail, taking many breaks for questions and some shouts of outrage. He still didn't mention anything about what Lucius had done to Draco. "And the other Death Eaters are wandless and locked inside a holding cell at Malfoy Manor," he finished.
Tonks cocked her head. "Holding cell? Harry, Aurors have searched the Manor and we didn't find cells."
Draco snorted. "You wouldn't," he said.
"I'm not really sure about it, but I guess it's hidden," Harry said, looking to Draco. "Only you can allow people there now, right?" he asked him.
Draco flushed, smirking for a minute and then he nodded. "I am now the Lord of the Manor, which means the wards will allow me to Apparate into the lower levels. There is no other way in."
"Well, we've got to get them out and take them in," said Mr Weasley. "You'll have to lead Tonks and Kingsley down there. Are you sure they can't get out?"
"Harry can Apparate there as well," Draco said, something strange in the way he said it. "Need to side-along with the Aurors and then reset the wards to allow access."
Harry nodded, still looking at Draco. "They can't get out. When do we need to go?" he asked, turning back to the rest of them.
Tonks shrugged. "I suppose we should get the prisoners soon."
Harry heaved a sigh and nodded. "All right, but I'm not up to dealing with the Ministry or any of that today. I wouldn't at all if I didn't know that they'll make me. Already a story in the Prophet?"
"Morning paper ran a story about you missing from St Mungo's," said Bill, who was standing off to the side.
"Wonderful," Harry said sarcastically. "What's Scrimgeour doing?"
"Just ordering everyone to find you," said Mr Weasley. "Has to look like he's doing something about it."
"And my ... the body?" Draco asked.
Harry looked down at the table.
"It will have to be moved," said Mr Weasley, sounding odd. He looked like he didn't quite know what emotion to fill his voice with, but Harry could hear the hint of disgust in it. "Normally, it would be your mother's decision, I suppose, but she's still missing, is she not?"
"Yes, she is," Draco said calmly. "But the Manor is my inheritance, not hers. He can be buried in the family plot. No services, though."
Everyone in the room stared at Draco. Harry looked up again. "All right," he said, wanting to change the subject. "If we go and get the Death Eaters from the Manor, will you be able to take them in and arrest them without us?"
"You will need to give witness testimony for what they did to you," Tonks explained.
“No," Draco said. "Can't they just be arrested for being escaped Death Eaters?"
Harry looked wearily at Tonks. "That should be plenty to throw them back in prison, being escaped Death Eaters. I don't want to have to deal with all of that trial shi - stuff."
Remus frowned, looking back and forth between Harry and Draco. "What about Malfoy Sr? How do we explain his death?"
Harry sighed and dropped his head in his hands. "I don't know," he said quietly.
"I don't think they should have to deal with any of that either," said Mrs Weasley. "They've had quite enough, don't you think?"
Draco closed his eyes, paling at the thought of a Ministry investigation into what had happened.
Remus narrowed his eyes, watching Draco. "Let me talk with Kingsley and Tonks. We should be able to figure this out. In the meantime, let's get the prisoners out of there."
Harry brought his face out of his hands and nodded. He looked at Draco and frowned at the sight of him. "You want to now?" he asked quietly, stepping in closer to him and gasping his hand lightly.
Tonks looked at them and huffed. "If they are secure where they are, a few hours won't hurt. I need to get a team together anyway. I'll be back for you when we're ready. You two get some rest."
Harry sighed with relief. The only thing he wanted was to be alone with Draco and hold him. "All right," he said to Tonks. "We're dead tired, so we're just going to head up."
"Yes, go up, Harry," said Mr Weasley. "We'll be fine down here."
Harry nodded and looked over at Ron and Hermione, telling them with a look that they would discuss things later. He took Draco's hand more firmly and led him up the two staircases and to their bedroom.
The minute the door closed, Draco slumped against it, chin dropping to his chest.
Harry reached out and touched Draco's shoulder, frowning.
Draco sighed and pushed off from the door. He removed the robe they had got from the manner and dropped in on the floor before sitting down on the bed and looking at Harry with tired eyes.
Harry stared at Draco for a moment and then removed his clothes as well. He climbed atop the bed and scooted back amongst the pillows, gesturing with a hand for Draco to join him.
Draco smiled wearily and scooted up beside Harry, sitting cross-legged on the bed and looking down at him.
"You okay?" Harry asked quietly, laying a hand on Draco's leg. "As okay as you can be anyway?" he corrected.
Draco nodded, his hair falling around his face. "I don't know where to begin with this," he admitted.
"Understandable," said Harry, still quiet. "I don't quite know what to say either. I'm just glad we're both alive and together."
Draco blushed again, looking down. "Yes," he hesitated, "we are."
Harry frowned at that. "What's the matter?" he said, sitting up now too.
Draco flushed, allowing his hair to obscure his face. "You don't realise what ... we did ... after?" he asked quietly.
"Well, I know we had sex," Harry said slowly. Now that he thought of that, he found he was sort of weirded out by the idea of where they had been and who had been there, but at the time, it hadn't mattered. "I definitely felt something. What did we do?"
Draco wasn't sure if he could do this, but he took a deep breath. "The room we were in is essentially an underground temple that serves as a magically protected space. Following me so far?"
"Yes," Harry said slowly, raising an eyebrow.
"We exchanged a considerable number of bodily fluids." Draco actually smirked again. "Including my blood. And then there were some words..."
"We did it again?" Harry asked, eyes widening slightly. "Did we make another binding promise?"
"The wards let you Apparate from within the most controlled place in the Manor," Draco continued.
Harry frowned. "What does that mean?" he asked. "I thought you said I could do that because you let me."
Draco shook his head. "I didn't change the wards."
Harry was a bit confused. "Well - well why did it let me then?"
"Since ... the previous Lord of the Manor ... was dead," Draco took a deep breathe, "the only person that it should work for would be the new Lord of the Manor."
Harry stared at Draco for a moment. "But I'm not..." he trailed off.
"Apparently, you are," Draco sighed, "or we both are."
"How are we both?" Harry asked. "Because of what we did?"
Draco lifted his eyes to Harry, his cheeks pink. "Apparently," he said slowly, "we exchanged vows of a different type this time."
Harry stared into Draco's eyes for a few seconds, his heart beginning to race. "Are we...?" he asked, almost afraid to say the words.
"Married," Draco finished, nearly holding his breath, waiting for Harry's reaction.
Harry's mouth fell open a bit as he stared at Draco. He must have stared for a whole ten seconds before the biggest smile possible spread across his face. "You're my husband?" he finally whispered.
"According to the older Wizarding traditions, yes," he said quietly, a smirk turning up the corners of his mouth. "And you are my husband."
A warmth seemed to spread through Harry as he stared at Draco. He could hardly believe it. He grasped Draco's head in his hands and pulled him forward to meet his lips.
Draco had worried that Harry would be upset and was relieved to see him happy. He kissed him back eagerly, his own hand laying over Harry's.
"Merlin, I love you," Harry whispered, pulling back and resting his forehead to Draco's.
"Wrong name." Draco smirked. "Harry James Potter, I love you and vow to be yours all the days of my life."
Harry smiled and laughed so happily. "Draco Validus Malfoy, I love you with everything I have, and I promise to be yours. And I promise that as long as we're alive, I'll make it worth your while," he said and laughed delightedly again.
Draco grinned and leaned in to nip his lover's chin. "I'll hold you to that promise, Potter."
Harry's heart was still beating so quickly and he felt light-headed. He couldn't even think of words to explain how much he wanted to be married to Draco Malfoy. Merlin, he was married to Draco Malfoy. His smile grew as he stared at him with soft eyes.
Draco laughed and shook his head, looking at the way Harry's eyes shone. "You are a romantic fool, Gryffindor," he teased.
"I know," Harry said quietly, still gazing at Draco.
"I suppose you want to tell everyone now." Draco continued to smirk.
"I suppose I will," said Harry, moving in closer to Draco. "But I could care less about anyone but you right now." He brought his lips to Draco's again and kissed him gently.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, opening his mouth and sliding his tongue into Harry's mouth. He reached his arm around Harry and pulled him against his own body, falling back down on the bed with him.
Harry entwined his tongue with Draco's and his legs and he held him with his hands, touching every inch of skin he could reach. He had Draco forever. He smiled again, his heart feeling like it was swelling.
Draco relaxed, kissing slowly and gently, taking the time to thoroughly kiss his ... husband. The word kept ringing in his mind. He had never actually imagined having a husband. It was something new and exciting and yet, very, very comfortable.
"I love you," Harry whispered, taking his mouth from Draco's only for a quick second. He kissed him slowly and thoroughly, enjoying it. He didn't care if he never had to move form this bed again. He would have preferred it.
Draco closed his eyes, loving the feel of Harry's body pressed against his own. He slid his cheek along the other man's, enjoying the gentle friction, and pressed his face into that thick, dark hair, inhaling he scent and luxuriating in the softness. He whispered into his ear, "You are all I have ever wanted."
Harry seemed to grow even warmer at those words. "And now you have me," he replied, kissing the skin below Draco's ear. "And always will."
Draco took a deep breath and let out a contented sigh, squeezing his husband tight against him. He could not remember a time when he felt this safe. He found himself thinking about the events of the last year and then chuckled. "Today is an anniversary of sorts," he whispered.
"What is it?" Harry asked, still kissing Draco's skin softly and sliding his hands along his body.
Draco's breath hitched at Harry's hands on him. He was very tired but even now he felt his body responding to that touch. "I broke your nose a year ago," he whispered.
Harry smiled and laughed softly. "It hurt very much," he whispered.
Draco pulled back, looking at Harry, and kissed his nose. He raised an eyebrow. "Ah, the things I wanted to do with you, lying there helpless."
Harry smiled lopsidedly. "Tell me, please," he said.
"You are such a pervert," Draco said with a laugh. He rolled them so that Harry was underneath him. "Well, there you were, able to feel, hear and see whatever I did to you, but not able to stop me," he began, smirking.
Harry bit his lip, staring up at Draco with eyes going darker.
"Such a helpless, innocent Gryffindor, alone with this wicked Slytherin," he whispered seductively. "It would have started simple enough. I could have unzipped my trousers and pulled my hard cock out, stroking it while you watched." Draco straddled Harry now, his hand reaching down to grasp said flesh, showing him.
Harry's breath sped up as he stared at Draco. "And then what?" he breathed, moving his hands to rest on Draco's thighs.
"I would have watched your eyes as you watched me, seeing them fill with need for me," Draco said, doing just that. He smiled that classic smirk. "So, Potter, you like what you see, don't you?" Draco had himself hard now, using his fingers to tease and play with himself. "I would have straddled you like this," Draco moved down so that he sat across Harry's thighs, "and unfastened your trousers to touch you, to make sure you were unable to deny how much you liked watching me."
Harry's heart was racing now and he was getting hard quickly. He swallowed and licked his suddenly dry lips. "Merlin, yes," he said.
"I would have reached in and pulled this thick beautiful cock out." Draco smiled, reaching his hand for Harry's hardened cock and wrapping his fingers around it. "I would have stroked you like this, letting you feel how good it is to be touched by me," Draco continued, fingers playing over Harry's erection, sliding up and over the head and back down again. "You couldn't have told me no, and by then you would not have wanted to."
Harry's eyes slid shut for a moment as Draco touched him, but he forced them back open. He moaned quietly, aroused, face and body flushed with heat.
"Oh, yes, you would want me so badly. Bad boy, Draco Malfoy, touching you like this. Then I could have slid up," Draco moved up so that his cock was touching Harry's before he used his wand to cast the Lube Spell, "and worked us together." He wrapped his hand around both of them.
Harry moaned a little louder now, not being able to resist thrusting up into Draco's hand. His cock was throbbing, and leaking pre-come. He used hands to touch the skin of Draco's legs again.
"You wouldn't have been able to touch me like you are now," Draco smiled, "but you would want to. You would be desperate to touch me. Trapped under me and having to just lie there, hoping that I kept up long enough for you to come." Draco sped up his hand, twisting it as he pressed their shafts together.
Harry gasped, clenching his teeth as Draco's movements made his body tremble with pleasure. "Oh, yes," he groaned, panting.
"Would you want to come, Harry? Would you want to beg me, Malfoy, to make you come?" Draco asked sweetly.
"No," Harry gasped, but he wanted to now. He wanted to beg Draco now. He wanted to come and he wanted Draco to come on him. Wanted to feel him, to watch him.
"You wouldn't?" Draco asked, his hand stopping. "You would want me to stop?"
"Please, don't stop, Draco!" Harry gasped. Merlin he was an idiot. He should have known that Draco would stop.
"Ah, that's better, because I would so want to hear Potter beg for it," Draco crooned, "I would want to know that you wanted me to do this to you. To have this kind of power over you. To have you want me."
"Oh, fuck," Harry gasped. "Please, Draco!" His blood was rushing and his cock jumped in Draco's hands.
Draco began to thrust into his hand, sliding his cock along Harry's as he held them together. "Yes, looking into those beautiful green eyes and having you finally look back at me, seeing me," Draco gasped.
"Mmmm, yes," Harry moaned, looking into Draco's face. "I'm yours," he whispered. "Totally yours."
"Yes, mine," Draco said, his voice deep with desire and the intensity of his feelings. He was panting now, the look in Harry's eyes telling him everything he ever wanted to hear. And then he came, his come filling his hand and slicking Harry's cock with its heat.
Harry gasped again, the look on Draco's face the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. His neck arched and that heat and wetness from Draco's come set him off and he came, too, trembling and moaning.
Draco laughed in delight at the sheer joy he felt and the mess they had made. "And it would have been easier with two hands." He smiled.
Harry chuckled exhaustedly as he panted and nodded. "I'd have rather had come pouring out of my cock than blood out of my nose," he said weakly.
"Indeed." Draco smirked. "But would you have admitted that?" he laughed.
"At the time, I don't think so," said Harry. "I think you would have killed me if you had done that to me then. You certainly would've gotten my attention though."
Draco's smile softened. He gently slid his hand off their spent cocks and reached for his wand, managing the Cleaning Charm. He continued to sit astride Harry, looking at him with a sense of awe. "I first kissed you on May first, and on now on September first, we are married. Nice making up for lost time with you, my husband."
Harry smiled and laughed gently. "Husband," he repeated, staring up at Draco, as much in awe as he was. "My husband."
Draco slipped from his position and lay down beside Harry, resting his head on his chest and curling his long legs around the other man's. "Your very sleepy husband," he said, sighing.
Harry smiled and wrapped an arm around Draco. "Very," he said, his eyes closing. "I love you."
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Chapter Title: Of A Diffenent Kind
Words: 4622 Words
When Harry and Draco arrived, nothing happened at first. Harry was able to get a short look at the people sitting at the table, who were looking in his direction because of the sound of the Apparation, and then, suddenly, there was a scream and they were all on their feet in seconds, crowding around him. There was sobbing and babbling and more shouts and Harry found himself being pulled into Mrs Weasley's arms.
"Oh, thank goodness," she sobbed. "Oh, Harry. Oh, my goodness."
Harry could hear Hermione crying somewhere and he turned his head, looking for her. He saw her tear-streaked face and Ron standing next to her, looking paler than ever.
"I'm okay," he assured them and Ginny and Fleur. "I'm fine."
Draco had stepped back when the commotion started, feeling the shock finally beginning to set in. Had they really been captured, tortured and nearly killed by his father? Had he really beheaded his own father? He was suddenly hot and sweaty and a bit queasy. He tried not to let any of that show on his face as he watched everyone hug and greet Harry.
"Where were you?" sobbed Hermione as Mrs Weasley still clung to Harry's neck.
"I was - It was Lucius Malfoy," Harry said.
Hermione gasped and Mrs Weasley hugged him tighter and gasped as well.
"We were captured in St Mungo's and taken to Malfoy Manor, but we're okay. He's dead."
“He's dead?" asked Ron weakly.
Harry nodded.
"Bloody hell."
Draco backed up until he reached the stairs and then sat down on them, beginning to shake. His skin felt cold and he was sweating.
"Let him sit down, Mum," said Ginny, as pale as Ron.
Mrs Weasley let out another sob and directed Harry to a chair.
"Where's everyone else?" Harry asked quickly.
"Out looking for you," said Ron, reaching out to shake Harry's shoulder, seemingly to make sure he was real. "Bloody hell. You've been gone all night. We all thought you were- Blimey."
"I'm okay," Harry said again.
"What happened, Harry?" asked Ginny.
"We were - we were tied up and Lucius wanted the binding between Draco and me gone. There were other Death Eaters there as well. Crabbe and Goyle's fathers, and Macnair. There was no way we could get out. Lucius tried to get me to agree to take the binding off, but I couldn't because he wanted Draco to stay there with him. He tortured us and threatened to kill Draco, so I had to agree and he untied me. We had to use blood to take the binding off, and he handed me a knife. I - I stabbed him in the neck so that he couldn't give any orders to the other Death Eaters, and Draco Summoned his wand and we killed him." Harry purposely left out everything sexual, and he purposely didn't say that Draco had killed Lucius.
He turned his head to look back at Draco as everyone else seemed to remember that Draco was there as well.
Draco was slumped forward, his face in his hands, concentrating on breathing and not throwing up. Hearing Harry say it like that, it was like the entire night came rushing back to him. All the fear, anger, revulsion and, yes, grief came at him in a rush.
"Draco?" Harry asked, frowning and pushing half-way back from the table.
"Mm?" was all Draco managed, afraid to open his mouth or look up. He was shaking as the night continued to flash through his mind in disjointed moments of pain and fear.
Everyone was still looking a bit shocked from Harry's quick story and didn't move.
Harry got to his feet and walked over to Draco quickly. He saw him shaking and he dropped to the stair Draco was sitting on and pulled him to him. "It's okay, love," he breathed into his ear.
"Is he all right?" asked Ginny, sounding very scared and worried.
They all looked at Harry and Draco.
Draco snorted and buried his face against Harry, just letting himself be held while he continued to shake.
Harry rocked Draco, his eyebrows pulling together at Draco's snort. He looked around at everyone else.
"Someone should contact the others and tell them that we're here," he said. "It's still dangerous out there and I don't want anyone hurt looking for us."
Mrs Weasley had a hand pressed to her closed mouth as she stared at the young men on the stairs, but she nodded and got quickly to her feet to do what Harry had said.
Draco allowed himself the luxury of just sitting there while others took care of things. He buried his face against Harry's neck, the other man's touch and smell comforting.
"Are either of you hurt?" asked Hermione in a squeak.
"No, we're not hurt," Harry answered. "I think we're just - a bit shaken."
"Oh, Harry I was so scared," Hermione said, starting to sob again.
Ron slid and arm around her. "We were all scared," he said seriously.
Harry nodded, continuing to rock Draco.
Draco had no words of comfort for anyone else. He was just beginning to come to accept that his father had been willing to rape him to death. That started him shuddering again and he tried to stand quickly. "Bathroom," he whispered to Harry.
Harry took in a quiet breath and let Draco go, getting to his feet quickly to follow him. "I'll be back in a few," he said, sprinting up the stairs with Draco.
Draco fell to his knees on the tile and vomited into the toilet, his long hair falling around his face.
Harry winced, dropping to his knees as well and rubbing Draco's back. He reached forward and grabbed as much of his hair as he could, holding it back.
Tears, snot and vomit were running down his face; Draco was disgusted with himself. Finally, his stomach stopped cramping up and his head stopped spinning. And there was Harry, by his side. "Ugh," he groaned, sitting back on his feet.
Harry raised himself on his knees and reached for a towel hanging on the row of hooks on the wall. "Here," he said quietly, handing it over and passing his fingers through Draco's hair to push it from his face again.
Draco wiped his face and grimaced. "Thanks, love," he said. He sat breathing through his nose until he was sure he wouldn't lose it again.
There was a knock on the bathroom door and the familiar voice of Remus said, "Harry? Draco?"
Harry reached over and flushed the toilet. "Yeah, we're in here," he said, rubbing Draco's back again. "You can come in."
Remus stuck his head in and had the good grace not to say anything about where they were. "I am so relieved to see you, everyone is," he said, his eyes tearing up as he did. "Mr Weasley and Tonks are out here. We are going to have to decide how to handle this."
Harry smiled and grimaced at the same time. "Okay," he said. "Just give us a few more seconds. Tell everyone we're all right."
Remus smiled at him, clearly moved to see them and then nodded, closing the door.
Draco nodded too. "I suppose we had better go deal with this," he said wearily.
Harry frowned and nodded. He kissed Draco's forehead. "Are you okay?"
Draco shrugged. "How am I suppose to feel right now? I am not sure."
Harry opened his mouth, but then closed it, not sure what to say. He settled for kissing Draco's forehead again. "Let's just go and get this done and then we can go and lay down for a bit, yeah?"
Draco stood and used the bathroom and his wand to clean his face and mouth. He felt better for that. And then he followed Harry back to the kitchen were there seemed to be quite a crowd waiting.
Mr Weasley walked forward, looking very relieved, and grasped them both by the shoulders. "Are you boys all right?" he asked, voice shaking slightly.
Harry nodded. "Yes," he said.
Mr Weasley breathed a heavy relieved sigh. "Good," he said. "Good." He closed his eyes for a second, taking deep breaths.
Draco did his best to pull himself together, trying for neutral and only nodded, when Mr Weasley spoke to Harry. He looked around the room. It looked like half the order was there.
Half the Order was there. So many people, all white-faced or tear-streaked, looking scared and relieved at the same time. As soon as Mr Weasley moved slightly away from Harry and Draco, there were a dozen questions thrown at them all at once. Where had they been? How had they got back? Who had been there? Had it been Lucius? Were they hurt? Who else was there? Where were they now?
Harry was overwhelmed for a few seconds.
Draco stood straight and as calm in appearance as he could manage. Harry was in charge here, and that suited him just fine at this point.
Harry stared around at everyone for a moment as they continued to bark questions. He held up a hand to stop them.
"We're fine," he said loudly. "We were captured in St Mungo's and yes, it was Lucius Malfoy." He paused for the dark mutterings around the room. Many of them stared at Draco for a second before snapping eyes back on Harry. Harry took a rather large breath and began to explain all that he had told the others in a bit more detail, taking many breaks for questions and some shouts of outrage. He still didn't mention anything about what Lucius had done to Draco. "And the other Death Eaters are wandless and locked inside a holding cell at Malfoy Manor," he finished.
Tonks cocked her head. "Holding cell? Harry, Aurors have searched the Manor and we didn't find cells."
Draco snorted. "You wouldn't," he said.
"I'm not really sure about it, but I guess it's hidden," Harry said, looking to Draco. "Only you can allow people there now, right?" he asked him.
Draco flushed, smirking for a minute and then he nodded. "I am now the Lord of the Manor, which means the wards will allow me to Apparate into the lower levels. There is no other way in."
"Well, we've got to get them out and take them in," said Mr Weasley. "You'll have to lead Tonks and Kingsley down there. Are you sure they can't get out?"
"Harry can Apparate there as well," Draco said, something strange in the way he said it. "Need to side-along with the Aurors and then reset the wards to allow access."
Harry nodded, still looking at Draco. "They can't get out. When do we need to go?" he asked, turning back to the rest of them.
Tonks shrugged. "I suppose we should get the prisoners soon."
Harry heaved a sigh and nodded. "All right, but I'm not up to dealing with the Ministry or any of that today. I wouldn't at all if I didn't know that they'll make me. Already a story in the Prophet?"
"Morning paper ran a story about you missing from St Mungo's," said Bill, who was standing off to the side.
"Wonderful," Harry said sarcastically. "What's Scrimgeour doing?"
"Just ordering everyone to find you," said Mr Weasley. "Has to look like he's doing something about it."
"And my ... the body?" Draco asked.
Harry looked down at the table.
"It will have to be moved," said Mr Weasley, sounding odd. He looked like he didn't quite know what emotion to fill his voice with, but Harry could hear the hint of disgust in it. "Normally, it would be your mother's decision, I suppose, but she's still missing, is she not?"
"Yes, she is," Draco said calmly. "But the Manor is my inheritance, not hers. He can be buried in the family plot. No services, though."
Everyone in the room stared at Draco. Harry looked up again. "All right," he said, wanting to change the subject. "If we go and get the Death Eaters from the Manor, will you be able to take them in and arrest them without us?"
"You will need to give witness testimony for what they did to you," Tonks explained.
“No," Draco said. "Can't they just be arrested for being escaped Death Eaters?"
Harry looked wearily at Tonks. "That should be plenty to throw them back in prison, being escaped Death Eaters. I don't want to have to deal with all of that trial shi - stuff."
Remus frowned, looking back and forth between Harry and Draco. "What about Malfoy Sr? How do we explain his death?"
Harry sighed and dropped his head in his hands. "I don't know," he said quietly.
"I don't think they should have to deal with any of that either," said Mrs Weasley. "They've had quite enough, don't you think?"
Draco closed his eyes, paling at the thought of a Ministry investigation into what had happened.
Remus narrowed his eyes, watching Draco. "Let me talk with Kingsley and Tonks. We should be able to figure this out. In the meantime, let's get the prisoners out of there."
Harry brought his face out of his hands and nodded. He looked at Draco and frowned at the sight of him. "You want to now?" he asked quietly, stepping in closer to him and gasping his hand lightly.
Tonks looked at them and huffed. "If they are secure where they are, a few hours won't hurt. I need to get a team together anyway. I'll be back for you when we're ready. You two get some rest."
Harry sighed with relief. The only thing he wanted was to be alone with Draco and hold him. "All right," he said to Tonks. "We're dead tired, so we're just going to head up."
"Yes, go up, Harry," said Mr Weasley. "We'll be fine down here."
Harry nodded and looked over at Ron and Hermione, telling them with a look that they would discuss things later. He took Draco's hand more firmly and led him up the two staircases and to their bedroom.
The minute the door closed, Draco slumped against it, chin dropping to his chest.
Harry reached out and touched Draco's shoulder, frowning.
Draco sighed and pushed off from the door. He removed the robe they had got from the manner and dropped in on the floor before sitting down on the bed and looking at Harry with tired eyes.
Harry stared at Draco for a moment and then removed his clothes as well. He climbed atop the bed and scooted back amongst the pillows, gesturing with a hand for Draco to join him.
Draco smiled wearily and scooted up beside Harry, sitting cross-legged on the bed and looking down at him.
"You okay?" Harry asked quietly, laying a hand on Draco's leg. "As okay as you can be anyway?" he corrected.
Draco nodded, his hair falling around his face. "I don't know where to begin with this," he admitted.
"Understandable," said Harry, still quiet. "I don't quite know what to say either. I'm just glad we're both alive and together."
Draco blushed again, looking down. "Yes," he hesitated, "we are."
Harry frowned at that. "What's the matter?" he said, sitting up now too.
Draco flushed, allowing his hair to obscure his face. "You don't realise what ... we did ... after?" he asked quietly.
"Well, I know we had sex," Harry said slowly. Now that he thought of that, he found he was sort of weirded out by the idea of where they had been and who had been there, but at the time, it hadn't mattered. "I definitely felt something. What did we do?"
Draco wasn't sure if he could do this, but he took a deep breath. "The room we were in is essentially an underground temple that serves as a magically protected space. Following me so far?"
"Yes," Harry said slowly, raising an eyebrow.
"We exchanged a considerable number of bodily fluids." Draco actually smirked again. "Including my blood. And then there were some words..."
"We did it again?" Harry asked, eyes widening slightly. "Did we make another binding promise?"
"The wards let you Apparate from within the most controlled place in the Manor," Draco continued.
Harry frowned. "What does that mean?" he asked. "I thought you said I could do that because you let me."
Draco shook his head. "I didn't change the wards."
Harry was a bit confused. "Well - well why did it let me then?"
"Since ... the previous Lord of the Manor ... was dead," Draco took a deep breathe, "the only person that it should work for would be the new Lord of the Manor."
Harry stared at Draco for a moment. "But I'm not..." he trailed off.
"Apparently, you are," Draco sighed, "or we both are."
"How are we both?" Harry asked. "Because of what we did?"
Draco lifted his eyes to Harry, his cheeks pink. "Apparently," he said slowly, "we exchanged vows of a different type this time."
Harry stared into Draco's eyes for a few seconds, his heart beginning to race. "Are we...?" he asked, almost afraid to say the words.
"Married," Draco finished, nearly holding his breath, waiting for Harry's reaction.
Harry's mouth fell open a bit as he stared at Draco. He must have stared for a whole ten seconds before the biggest smile possible spread across his face. "You're my husband?" he finally whispered.
"According to the older Wizarding traditions, yes," he said quietly, a smirk turning up the corners of his mouth. "And you are my husband."
A warmth seemed to spread through Harry as he stared at Draco. He could hardly believe it. He grasped Draco's head in his hands and pulled him forward to meet his lips.
Draco had worried that Harry would be upset and was relieved to see him happy. He kissed him back eagerly, his own hand laying over Harry's.
"Merlin, I love you," Harry whispered, pulling back and resting his forehead to Draco's.
"Wrong name." Draco smirked. "Harry James Potter, I love you and vow to be yours all the days of my life."
Harry smiled and laughed so happily. "Draco Validus Malfoy, I love you with everything I have, and I promise to be yours. And I promise that as long as we're alive, I'll make it worth your while," he said and laughed delightedly again.
Draco grinned and leaned in to nip his lover's chin. "I'll hold you to that promise, Potter."
Harry's heart was still beating so quickly and he felt light-headed. He couldn't even think of words to explain how much he wanted to be married to Draco Malfoy. Merlin, he was married to Draco Malfoy. His smile grew as he stared at him with soft eyes.
Draco laughed and shook his head, looking at the way Harry's eyes shone. "You are a romantic fool, Gryffindor," he teased.
"I know," Harry said quietly, still gazing at Draco.
"I suppose you want to tell everyone now." Draco continued to smirk.
"I suppose I will," said Harry, moving in closer to Draco. "But I could care less about anyone but you right now." He brought his lips to Draco's again and kissed him gently.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, opening his mouth and sliding his tongue into Harry's mouth. He reached his arm around Harry and pulled him against his own body, falling back down on the bed with him.
Harry entwined his tongue with Draco's and his legs and he held him with his hands, touching every inch of skin he could reach. He had Draco forever. He smiled again, his heart feeling like it was swelling.
Draco relaxed, kissing slowly and gently, taking the time to thoroughly kiss his ... husband. The word kept ringing in his mind. He had never actually imagined having a husband. It was something new and exciting and yet, very, very comfortable.
"I love you," Harry whispered, taking his mouth from Draco's only for a quick second. He kissed him slowly and thoroughly, enjoying it. He didn't care if he never had to move form this bed again. He would have preferred it.
Draco closed his eyes, loving the feel of Harry's body pressed against his own. He slid his cheek along the other man's, enjoying the gentle friction, and pressed his face into that thick, dark hair, inhaling he scent and luxuriating in the softness. He whispered into his ear, "You are all I have ever wanted."
Harry seemed to grow even warmer at those words. "And now you have me," he replied, kissing the skin below Draco's ear. "And always will."
Draco took a deep breath and let out a contented sigh, squeezing his husband tight against him. He could not remember a time when he felt this safe. He found himself thinking about the events of the last year and then chuckled. "Today is an anniversary of sorts," he whispered.
"What is it?" Harry asked, still kissing Draco's skin softly and sliding his hands along his body.
Draco's breath hitched at Harry's hands on him. He was very tired but even now he felt his body responding to that touch. "I broke your nose a year ago," he whispered.
Harry smiled and laughed softly. "It hurt very much," he whispered.
Draco pulled back, looking at Harry, and kissed his nose. He raised an eyebrow. "Ah, the things I wanted to do with you, lying there helpless."
Harry smiled lopsidedly. "Tell me, please," he said.
"You are such a pervert," Draco said with a laugh. He rolled them so that Harry was underneath him. "Well, there you were, able to feel, hear and see whatever I did to you, but not able to stop me," he began, smirking.
Harry bit his lip, staring up at Draco with eyes going darker.
"Such a helpless, innocent Gryffindor, alone with this wicked Slytherin," he whispered seductively. "It would have started simple enough. I could have unzipped my trousers and pulled my hard cock out, stroking it while you watched." Draco straddled Harry now, his hand reaching down to grasp said flesh, showing him.
Harry's breath sped up as he stared at Draco. "And then what?" he breathed, moving his hands to rest on Draco's thighs.
"I would have watched your eyes as you watched me, seeing them fill with need for me," Draco said, doing just that. He smiled that classic smirk. "So, Potter, you like what you see, don't you?" Draco had himself hard now, using his fingers to tease and play with himself. "I would have straddled you like this," Draco moved down so that he sat across Harry's thighs, "and unfastened your trousers to touch you, to make sure you were unable to deny how much you liked watching me."
Harry's heart was racing now and he was getting hard quickly. He swallowed and licked his suddenly dry lips. "Merlin, yes," he said.
"I would have reached in and pulled this thick beautiful cock out." Draco smiled, reaching his hand for Harry's hardened cock and wrapping his fingers around it. "I would have stroked you like this, letting you feel how good it is to be touched by me," Draco continued, fingers playing over Harry's erection, sliding up and over the head and back down again. "You couldn't have told me no, and by then you would not have wanted to."
Harry's eyes slid shut for a moment as Draco touched him, but he forced them back open. He moaned quietly, aroused, face and body flushed with heat.
"Oh, yes, you would want me so badly. Bad boy, Draco Malfoy, touching you like this. Then I could have slid up," Draco moved up so that his cock was touching Harry's before he used his wand to cast the Lube Spell, "and worked us together." He wrapped his hand around both of them.
Harry moaned a little louder now, not being able to resist thrusting up into Draco's hand. His cock was throbbing, and leaking pre-come. He used hands to touch the skin of Draco's legs again.
"You wouldn't have been able to touch me like you are now," Draco smiled, "but you would want to. You would be desperate to touch me. Trapped under me and having to just lie there, hoping that I kept up long enough for you to come." Draco sped up his hand, twisting it as he pressed their shafts together.
Harry gasped, clenching his teeth as Draco's movements made his body tremble with pleasure. "Oh, yes," he groaned, panting.
"Would you want to come, Harry? Would you want to beg me, Malfoy, to make you come?" Draco asked sweetly.
"No," Harry gasped, but he wanted to now. He wanted to beg Draco now. He wanted to come and he wanted Draco to come on him. Wanted to feel him, to watch him.
"You wouldn't?" Draco asked, his hand stopping. "You would want me to stop?"
"Please, don't stop, Draco!" Harry gasped. Merlin he was an idiot. He should have known that Draco would stop.
"Ah, that's better, because I would so want to hear Potter beg for it," Draco crooned, "I would want to know that you wanted me to do this to you. To have this kind of power over you. To have you want me."
"Oh, fuck," Harry gasped. "Please, Draco!" His blood was rushing and his cock jumped in Draco's hands.
Draco began to thrust into his hand, sliding his cock along Harry's as he held them together. "Yes, looking into those beautiful green eyes and having you finally look back at me, seeing me," Draco gasped.
"Mmmm, yes," Harry moaned, looking into Draco's face. "I'm yours," he whispered. "Totally yours."
"Yes, mine," Draco said, his voice deep with desire and the intensity of his feelings. He was panting now, the look in Harry's eyes telling him everything he ever wanted to hear. And then he came, his come filling his hand and slicking Harry's cock with its heat.
Harry gasped again, the look on Draco's face the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. His neck arched and that heat and wetness from Draco's come set him off and he came, too, trembling and moaning.
Draco laughed in delight at the sheer joy he felt and the mess they had made. "And it would have been easier with two hands." He smiled.
Harry chuckled exhaustedly as he panted and nodded. "I'd have rather had come pouring out of my cock than blood out of my nose," he said weakly.
"Indeed." Draco smirked. "But would you have admitted that?" he laughed.
"At the time, I don't think so," said Harry. "I think you would have killed me if you had done that to me then. You certainly would've gotten my attention though."
Draco's smile softened. He gently slid his hand off their spent cocks and reached for his wand, managing the Cleaning Charm. He continued to sit astride Harry, looking at him with a sense of awe. "I first kissed you on May first, and on now on September first, we are married. Nice making up for lost time with you, my husband."
Harry smiled and laughed gently. "Husband," he repeated, staring up at Draco, as much in awe as he was. "My husband."
Draco slipped from his position and lay down beside Harry, resting his head on his chest and curling his long legs around the other man's. "Your very sleepy husband," he said, sighing.
Harry smiled and wrapped an arm around Draco. "Very," he said, his eyes closing. "I love you."
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