Funerals and Weddings

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**THIS IS A REPOST--CHAPTER WAS SOMEHOW DELETED!!**
Chapter the Forty-fifth: The Library
9/10 January, after midnight

When Harry realised that Draco had fallen asleep, he decided to take a little nap himself. Knowing they were both exhausted—Draco emotionally as well as physically—he set his wand alarm to wake them in an hour. Settling himself comfortably, Harry dropped quickly off to sleep—and straight into the world of dreams.


Even though the body aching from the last round of torture was not his own, Harry felt every twinge of pain. Again he heard Voldemort’s hissing voice:

“Do you need more convincing? Or are you ready to sssubmit?”

The voice seemed to come from very far away, but Harry, trapped inside Draco’s body, knew he needed to answer it. He could feel Draco’s mouth moving and heard Draco’s voice say:

“No.”

“Crucio!”

The pain seared through his borrowed body yet again and Harry began screaming along with Draco…

Harry came screaming awake. He struggled against the arms he could feel holding him, holding him down. Jerking free, he rolled over and fell off the side of the bed, jarring himself into full awareness. He was instantly overcome by nausea and vomited on the floor.

He opened his eyes at last when he heard the whispered ”Scourgify” and turned his head to look into Draco’s worried gray eyes. Harry opened his mouth to apologise automatically, but he never got the words out because he was suddenly wrapped tightly in Draco’s arms, his face pressed into Draco’s bare chest.

“Gods, Harry, are you all right?” Draco rocked Harry back and forth, as much to comfort Harry as himself. He felt Harry mumble against his chest and loosened his hold enough for Harry to lift his head.

“Yeah, I’m all right,” Harry said, albeit a bit weakly. Draco helped him up and back into bed, sliding in next to Harry and wrapping his arms around him again. Then Draco closed his eyes and concentrated. Opening his eyes, he grabbed the newly appeared phials from the table next to the bed and handed them to Harry.

“Headache and Anti-Nausea Potions,” he said in response to Harry’s inquiring look. Harry nodded and swallowed them both down quickly. Draco placed the empty phials back on the table, then turned back to Harry.

“It was Him again, wasn’t it?” he asked quietly.

“If by ‘Him’ you mean Voldemort, then yes,” Harry said, closing his eyes tiredly. “Same bloody dream or whatever it is I had the night before I returned to Hogwarts. I was Voldemort, you were my prisoner, then I was you, being Crucio’d by that bastard.”

“No wonder you were screaming,” Draco said. “The Cruciatus.”

“Yeah,” Harry replied, opening his eyes again. “I just wish I knew what the bloody hell this dream means! It’s not just a nightmare, because you’ve had it as well, but it’s not my usual connection to Voldemort, because it isn’t actually happening!”

Draco’s brow furrowed as he thought. “And it wasn’t the same as the ‘remembering’ version you had on Sunday? It was the full dream again, wasn’t it?”

Harry nodded. “Right. So what the hell does that mean? Dumbledore thought perhaps you were dreaming the future and that I was connecting to Voldemort’s mind as he planned out—and later remembered planning—what he wanted to do with you. So what happened just now? Did I connect to Voldemort again? If so, what’s he doing, getting his rocks off envisioning his plan for you in detail again? Or was it just my subconscious, dredging it up as a dream?” Harry was frustrated and it showed in his voice.

“I don’t know,” Draco sighed. “Either way, I don’t like it—and I know it’s not an experience you enjoy having. I guess we tell Dumbledore about this one in the morning?”

“Yeah—and I’m gonna ask him to speak to Marchbanks straightaway. I want to get started on Occlumency lessons again so I can finally keep snakeface out of my head.”

“Did you clear your mind before falling asleep?” Draco asked.

“No,” Harry admitted. “I was so tired, I forgot. It doesn’t always work anyways—I’m just not good enough at it yet.”

Draco gave him a smile. “But with us working together, you’ll master it soon. You’d probably have it down already if you hadn’t been having your lessons with Snape. What was Dumbledore thinking, having Snape give you the lessons?”

Harry snorted. “I’ve no idea. Not one of his brighter ideas, that’s for sure. He even admitted as such.”

Just as Draco opened his mouth to reply, Harry’s wand alarm went off, startling them both. Laughing, Harry shut it off.

“Guess my dream has us both on edge,” he said wryly. “And unfortunately, that alarm means it’s time for us to go. It’s 1am.”

“Damn,” Draco said. “Why couldn’t you have been Sorted into Slytherin? Then we could share a bed all night.”

Harry smiled slightly, debating whether or not to tell Draco that he had almost been Sorted into Slytherin, but decided that was a story for another night. He was knackered and didn’t want to get into another long conversation.

The boys dressed slowly, their movements dulled by exhaustion. Draco kissed Harry softly once they were both under the Invisibility Cloak.

“Are you sure you want to walk me all the way down to the dungeons, Harry? You don’t have to, you know. I’m a prefect, so if I’m caught—”

Harry silenced him with another kiss. “I know, I want to walk you down. Let’s go.”

If anyone had been watching, they would have seen the door to the Room of Requirement invisibly open and shut as the boys made their way out of the room and headed for the Slytherin dungeon.

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The man formerly known as Tom Riddle lounged naked in his bed, deep in the dungeons of the rotting Lestrange Manor. One of the first things he’d done after being restored to a body a year and a half ago was make sure his cock was in proper working order by fucking half-a-dozen Muggle women he’d ordered his Death Eaters to capture. Since then, he’d fucked a number of other Muggle women in his bed—all of them dead now, of course—and quite a few witches as well. But the only one he allowed to stay in his bed when he was finished with them was his favourite, Bellatrix Lestrange. She lay beside him now, smoking a post-coital cigarette.

“We need to dissscusss our plansss,” he hissed to his bedmate. “I connected with the Potter boy earlier tonight and sssent him the ‘dream’ of the Malfoy brat asss my prisssoner again. He felt the pain of Malfoy under my wand yet again.”

“Excellent,” Bellatrix replied, exhaling smoke. “How many more times do you plan to inflict the ‘dream’ on him before I set my part of the plan into action?”

Voldemort’s thin lips disappeared completely as he smiled. “Ssseveral, my dear. I want the ‘dream’ to be the firssst thing he thinksss of after you have captured the traitor. The more he experiencesss it, the more he will believe it, and the fassster he will run to the old man with his pleasss to ressscue your nephew. Now, what of your plan, Bella?”

“All is in place for this weekend, my Lord,” she replied. “I will have the last ingredient I need and I will proceed immediately after the potion is ready. It should only take two weeks’ more time, my Lord.”

“Very good. That givesss me ample time to toy with both Potter’sss and Malfoy’sss mindsss.”

“Have you learned anything useful from Draco?” Bellatrix asked.

“Not yet,” Voldemort hissed. “It isss proving more difficult than before to penetrate hisss mind. I fear it may have sssomething to do with the blood’sss fressshnesssss. But I will continue to try until I am able to quessstion the boy persssonally.”

Bellatrix’s smile was bone-chilling. She couldn’t wait to have her traitorous nephew at her mercy…oh, the plans she had for him…

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The following Friday, Harry met Draco in the library to begin working on their new DADA assignment. He was a little nervous, meeting Draco openly like this. He knew they’d have to maintain their public personas and he wasn’t sure how well he could keep it up. Calling on his Gryffindor courage, he walked over and joined Draco at the table he’d chosen in the back of the library.

“Malfoy,” he said, taking his seat.

Draco inclined his head. “Potter.” Harry had to bite back a grin at the look of unholy amusement dancing in Draco’s silvery eyes.

“So, er, do you have any ideas for how we should start on the assignment?” Harry asked.

Draco cocked a brow. “Well, we’re in the library. Perhaps a book would be a good place to start.”

“Oh, shut it, you git,” Harry said, mock-glaring at Draco as he whispered. “You know what I meant.”

“Really? So you think I’m a mind-reader, Potter? I’d say you were right and demonstrate my amazing talent by reading your mind right now, but I’ve never been all that sure you had a mind,” Draco drawled. His tone was mildly insulting, but his gaze locked on Harry’s, then dropped pointedly to his hands where they rested on the table. Harry glanced down and caught the subtle movement of Draco’s thumb towards the stacks directly behind Draco. He got the message: someone was there and possibly listening.

In response, Harry rolled his eyes. “Quit with the insults, Malfoy. Unless you want to fail this assignment, you’re going to have to work with me. Get used to it. I’m going to look for some books.”

Harry rose and moved in the direction of the stacks behind Draco. Coming around the end of the bookshelf, he saw Pansy Parkinson leafing through a book. She looked up at him in mock surprise.

“What are you doing here, Potter? You can’t possibly be researching something—I thought Granger did all your work for you,” she sneered.

“Shut your gob, Parkinson. You’re a fine one to talk about researching—I highly doubt you know anything about researching at all, considering that the book you’re holding right now is upside-down.” Harry smirked as Pansy tossed the book angrily back on the shelf.

“Fuck you, Potter,” she hissed.

“Oh, that’s original,” Harry laughed as the Slytherin girl turned on her heel and stalked away. Still chuckling, he moved over to the correct stacks and began looking for a likely book. Grabbing several that looked promising, he made his way back to the table where Draco waited with his own selection of books.

“It was Parkinson,” Harry muttered as he passed Draco on the way to his seat. “She’s gone now.”

Draco smirked a little. “Good. Shall we get to work then?”

Harry nodded and opened his first book. Before he even located the table of contents, however, he felt a socked foot slide under the hem of his left trouser leg and caress his calf. He disguised a gasp with a cough and looked up at Draco through the black fringe of hair covering his forehead.

“Draco!” he hissed.

Draco glanced up at him with a completely innocent expression. “Yes, Potter?”

Harry glared at him and turned pages in the book without even looking at them. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he whispered. The socked foot continued to move up and down his calf.

“Looking up spells, of course,” Draco replied. Only Harry could see the smug look in his eyes. “Have you found anything yet?”

“No, not yet. You?” Harry said in a normal tone of voice before dropping back into a hissing whisper. ”Draco!”

Draco’s lips twitched as if he were trying not to smile. He looked down at his book and pretended to read. “Nothing yet. Guess we’d better keep looking.”

Harry muttered something unintelligible under his breath and gave up trying to talk to Draco. Trying hard to ignore the feel of Draco’s foot caressing his leg, he located the table of contents and started to read. Finding a possible spell, Harry flipped to the correct page while carefully toeing the shoe off his right foot. Never looking up, he moved his stocking-clad foot to rub against the one sliding along his calf.

Harry managed not to grin when he felt Draco’s foot freeze. Harry began to rub Draco’s foot with his own, teasing the arch of Draco’s foot with his toes. When he heard Draco suck in a breath, he risked glancing up at him through his fringe again.

Draco was giving him a narrow-eyed look. “Did you need something, Malfoy?” Harry asked, just as innocently as Draco had before.

Draco continued to look at Harry for a few more moments before he finally gave in and cracked a smile. Covering his hand with his mouth, he spoke softly. “Fine, you made your point.”

Harry winked at him, and took his foot away from Draco’s. He felt Draco’s foot drop away from his leg as he went back to reading his book. Keeping a completely straight face, Harry quickly worked off his other shoe, then searched under the table for Draco’s foot. He found it with his left foot and held it down while he ran his right foot under the material of Draco’s trousers.

Draco lifted his gaze from the book in front of him and just looked at Harry. Feeling the intense gaze, Harry whispered, “What? I never said you had to stop.”

He finally looked up in time to see Draco’s infamous smirk. Ridiculously pleased with their foolish behaviour, Harry went back to reading. Their game of footsie continued as they both examined their books for a spell that would suit their assignment.

After about forty-five minutes had passed, Harry felt Draco’s foot give him a gentle kick. Realising that someone must be coming, Harry pulled his feet back under his chair.

“Hey Draco,” Blaise sauntered up to the table. He glanced at Harry. “Potter,” he greeted him. Harry nodded back at him.

“Ah, DADA assignment, yeah?” Blaise continued, glancing at their books. “Find anything yet?”

“No,” Draco answered, shutting his book. “Have you gotten started yet?”

Blaise shook his head. “No, not yet. My partner and I are meeting tomorrow to get started. Mind if I join you?” Without waiting for an answer, he sat down in the empty chair next to Draco.

He met Draco’s glare with an unrepentant grin. “What’s wrong, Malfoy? Don’t think you need a chaperone for your little tête-à-tête with Potter? Don’t worry—I won’t be nearly as strict as McGonagall—I’ll even look the other way if you two sneak off into the stacks for a little snogging.”

Harry snorted, then looked bemused as Draco’s expression turned calculating. He was surprised when Draco stood up suddenly and jerked his head towards the stacks behind him. “C’mon, Potter, we need to find a better book.”

Uncertain as to what his boyfriend was up to, Harry stood slowly and followed Draco back behind the last shelf of books that ran parallel to the back wall of the library. The moment he turned the corner, his back was pressed up against the wall and he was assaulted by Draco’s mouth.

“What the…” Harry sputtered, pushing Draco away. “Draco, what the fuck do you think you’re doing? We’ll be caught!” he hissed.

“No, we won’t, my oblivious little Gryffindor,” Draco whispered back, running his hands up and down Harry’s chest. “Blaise is acting lookout for us.” His mouth captured Harry’s again.

It took Harry a second to process what Draco meant, but when he finally figured it out, he wrapped his arms around Draco and began kissing him back with abandon.

After a few moments of heated snogging, Draco began kissing his way down Harry’s neck and Harry had to bite back a moan. When Draco began sucking on the tendon connecting his neck and shoulder, he couldn’t take it any more and pushed Draco away.

“Stop,” he panted. “Can’t, Draco, gods. Are you trying to make me cream my pants?”

“Sorry, luv,” Draco said, not sounding sorry in the least. “Got carried away.”

Groaning, Harry reached down to adjust himself more comfortably. “Thank Merlin I’m still wearing my robes, otherwise people might think there are some bloody exciting books back here.”

Draco snickered. “There’s an idea—Transfigure the covers of some erotica into the most boring books imaginable, then keep them stashed back here for our ‘study breaks.’”

“It would have to be a book about which kind of polish is best to use on a broomstick if you don’t want Hermione to find it,” Harry said, grinning.

“Mmm, broomsticks,” Draco purred, a suspicious gleam in his eyes. His hand snaked out to grasp Harry’s semi-hard member through the layers of material covering it. “I think there’s one here that needs to be polished.”

Harry half-groaned, half-laughed as he grabbed Draco’s wrist. “Draco, that was terr—cut it out!” His voice rose an octave as Draco began to squeeze and massage him.

“Shhh,” Draco said. “Do you want Pince as an audience when I’m going down on you?” Even as he spoke, he was unbuttoning the lower half of Harry’s robes and working his hands inside to unfasten his trousers.

“Going down—bloody hell, Draco, you can’t do that here!” Harry said in a panicked undertone as he tried ineffectually to bat Draco’s hands away from his fly.

By this time, Draco had Harry’s fly undone. Pulling Harry’s mostly-hard cock free of his boxers, he set out enthusiastically to prove Harry wrong.

Harry moaned as the wet heat of Draco’s mouth closed around him. Remembering where he was, he stuffed his fist into his mouth to keep from alerting everyone in the library as to what they were up to. Or down to, in Draco’s case. Harry’s other hand gripped Draco’s shoulder as he danced his tongue over the very end of his erection. Draco dipped the tip of his tongue into the slit on the head of Harry’s cock and Harry shuddered thinking of Draco tasting him that way. Harry felt Draco’s hand wrap around the base of his erection and bit down hard on his fist when Draco began to pump him as he ran his tongue firmly all around his cock. Then Draco was sliding his mouth up and down Harry’s length, creating the most delicious suction. Rapping the back of his head dully against the wall behind him, Harry hissed his pleasure. Despite his protestations, there was something very arousing about being sucked off in a public place, where they could be caught any moment, and Harry couldn’t last long. It was only a few minutes before he erupted, coming hard in his lover’s mouth.

Carefully cleaning up both Harry and himself, Draco tucked Harry’s softened penis back inside his trousers and did them up, then re-buttoned his robe. Still breathing a little hard, he smiled in satisfaction at the dazed look on Harry’s face before moving in to give him a kiss.

Smirking just a little, Draco straightened Harry’s robe and said, “What was that you were saying I couldn’t do here?”

“Gods, Draco,” Harry ran his fingers through his hair, then absently began to rub the knuckles on one hand. “That was…I can’t believe you did that. Not complaining that you did, mind you, just having difficulty believing that it really just happened.”

Draco grinned, then took the hand Harry was massaging in his own. “What the hell did you do to your hand, Harry? Are these…?”

“Bite marks?” Harry gave Draco a sheepish half-smile. “Yeah. It was the only way I could keep myself from yelling, ‘Yes, Draco, yes! Suck me harder!’ for the entire school to hear.”

Draco snickered as Harry continued. “I thought I might have broken the skin when I came—hold on, Draco! What about you? I mean, don’t you need…” Harry broke off and gestured in the direction of Draco’s crotch.

“Relief? Thanks for thinking of me, but I took care of myself as I was taking care of you. Didn’t figure we’d have time for you to return the favour,” Draco said, smiling.

“Oh, all right, then. Guess I owe you,” Harry gave Draco a suggestive look. “What are our plans for this weekend?”

“Let’s make plans back at the table,” Draco suggested. “We’ve been back here long enough and I’m sure Blaise is bored silly. I’ll go out this way, you wait a minute then go back the way you came over.”

Harry nodded and gave Draco a last kiss before watching him disappear behind a shelf of books. Leaning back against the wall, he grinned and silently thanked the gods for giving him a boyfriend with such a talented mouth.

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A/N: Well, there you go--a little fun in the library! Nothing like sexual activities in public places, is there? *wink* I wonder if anyone can guess what Voldemort and Bellatrix have planned...Reviewers are the greatest!

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