A Heart So Ravenous (Sequel to A Love So Belated)
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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44
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36,848
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Chapter 5: Gruesome Intent
Chapter Number/Total: 5/44
Chapter Title: Gruesome Intent
Words: 1658 Words
"... after the messy and rather unsettling incident. Ministry officials were called immediately to the scene, and it has now been confirmed that a gang of rogue goblins were behind the crimes."
Harry sighed, reaching his hand out to switch off the wireless. It was rather sad that he didn't have much else to do but listen to the news. Perhaps he would go up and see what Draco was doing in the lab.
"We've just received breaking news," the voice from the wireless announced suddenly, sounding excited. Harry's hand was on the little knob, and he paused. "Death Eater Rodolphus Lestrange has been proclaimed dead."
Harry's eyes widened. Had he heard that correctly?
"Once again Rodolphus Lestrange is dead. Lestrange, accused of the recent abduction of both Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, as well as many other crimes, was found early this morning, severely mutilated in an empty cell of Azkaban prison, where he was being held. Images here are tremendously gruesome, obviously a murder of intent. Lestrange's trial was set to take place in only a few more weeks. His brother, Rabastan Lestrange, was also involved in the -" But Harry was no longer listening. He tore out of the kitchen, taking the stairs two at a time.
"Draco!" he called when he'd reached the upper parts of the house. "Draco!"
Draco was measuring out Re'em blood and trying to ignore everything else so that he wouldn't add too much and ruin the potion. He heard his name yelled and scowled.
"Draco!" Harry yelled again, finally making it to the lab. He swung the door open, panting. "Draco."
"This had better be good," Draco snapped, holding the spoon carefully as he turned his head to look at Harry.
Harry ignored the attitude. "He's dead," he announced. "Lestrange is dead."
Draco dropped the spoon. Ignoring the spilt blood and the bubbling cauldron in front of him, he turned to look in confusion at Harry. "What?"
"I just heard," Harry said, still unused to the idea himself. "It was on the wireless. He was killed - murdered in Azkaban."
Draco stood perfectly still, staring at Harry. His mind was racing and his heart with it.
"He's dead, Draco," Harry said, wondering if Draco had heard him. He smiled excitedly. "Don't you know what that means? He can't have a trial if he's dead."
Draco nodded. He felt ... numb. "No, I suppose he can't."
Harry was confused. He stood in the doorway, staring. "He ... can't," he said, feeling the excitement dying out.
Draco's hands dropped to his sides. He vaguely thought that this should make him happy, but he also realised that the damage was done. He was still ... well, he still felt ... used. And people still knew.
Harry stared at Draco for a few seconds longer. "Well, I ... thought I would just ... let you know," he said.
"Yes," Draco said, still in a voice that he would swear didn't even sound like his own. He wanted to do something, anything, but he felt almost paralysed.
"Um," Harry said quietly, feeling awkward. "I guess I'll just ... go ... back downstairs now."
"No," Draco said, and then when he opened his mouth to continue, he found himself stuck again, not knowing what to say.
Harry raised an eyebrow, waiting.
Draco frowned but then lifted his wand, turning and dousing the flame on the cauldron before dispelling its contents and the spilt blood. Then he turned back to Harry.
Harry continued to wait, feeling awkward. He felt like an idiot, running up happy and excited only to be met with ... what he'd been met with.
Draco put his wand away and then walked slowly forward until he stood in front of Harry, looking into those confused green eyes.
"Draco?" Harry asked quietly, staring at him again.
In that same unnaturally calm and slow motion, Draco lifted his hands until he cupped Harry's face between them and then leaned in and gently pressed his lips to his lover's.
Harry frowned. What? What was Draco doing? He kissed back, very confused.
Draco pressed harder, tongue sliding along his lover's lips, asking for more.
Still frowning, Harry opened his mouth, preparing himself for what was undoubtedly going to be another of Draco's mood swings. Well, at least it felt good.
Draco held his lover's face tight, controlling the kiss as he deepened it, tongue twisting with Harry's. Without breaking off, he backed Harry up until he was pressing the man against the wall.
As usual, Harry couldn't control his body. He could feel it responding and his hands moved into Draco's hair.
Draco leaned in so that their bodies were tightly pressed together. He could feel Harry's arousal clearly and he knew Harry could feel his. He slid one hand back into his lover's hair, gripping tightly as he ran the fingers of his other hand down Harry's chin, then throat, and then to the neck of his t-shirt, where he gripped the fabric hard.
Harry groaned, feeling Draco's cock and wanting so badly to reach for it. Maybe he would get lucky and it would be a day where Draco would at least get him off.
Draco broke the kiss, both hands near fists holding hair and shirt as he looked into Harry's eyes. "You want me?" he asked in that oddly calm voice, but it had dropped in timbre to something darker.
Harry's heart sped up, though he knew it was stupid to get excited. He nodded, unable to lie.
Draco pulled hard, ripping the thin fabric of the shirt until it was torn open. His eyes didn't move from Harry's as he did.
Harry's eyes widened considerably and he gasped loudly. It was like his heart tried to jump out of his chest right then.
"Does that scare you? Or does it excite you?" Draco asked huskily.
Harry was confused with the question for a few seconds, but then, "Both," he breathed truthfully, eyes still wide.
"Good," the blond answered, releasing the tattered fabric. He brought his hand back up to Harry's throat, then slowly drew it down, using his nails to lightly scratch Harry's chest.
Harry's breathing sped up so that his chest was heaving. His eyelids fluttered and he shivered.
Draco's nails trailed all the way down, stopping just before the top of Harry's jeans. Then he reversed direction, bringing them back up, a little harder this time.
Harry watched Draco's hand, making a small sound when he felt the slight pain from the nails. Then he brought his eyes back up to Draco's face, watching there instead.
Draco's eyes never wavered from Harry's face. He reached the centre of Harry's chest and flattened his hand, caressing in broad circles until he slid his fingers over Harry's right nipple. He stopped there to pinch and pull on the pebbled flesh.
Harry's eyes slid shut at that and he groaned again, arching forward.
Right hand still tightly fisted in Harry's hair so the man couldn't move, Draco's left hand slid over and repeated the treatment on Harry's other nipple. "What would you let me do to you if I wanted it?" Draco asked, voice a harsh whisper now.
Harry stilled at that, opening his eyes again. "What?" he whispered back, trembling in both pleasure and a twinge of very real fear.
Draco's grey eyes still focused on Harry's, seeming darker and more intense than ever before. His hand moved again to the centre of Harry's chest, resting there. "What would you let me do to you?" he repeated.
Harry swallowed. Would Draco seriously hurt him? Right then, it looked like he might very well be capable of it. "I -" he said, pausing. He'd said before that he trusted him more than anything, right? Did he trust him? He swallowed again. "A-anything," he whispered.
One blond eyebrow arched. "Anything?"
Harry really, really thought about it. Thought about what Draco might actually want to do. He wouldn't go so far as to ... he wouldn't ... Harry took in a shaky breath and nodded.
"Give me your wand," Draco said quietly.
His wand? Did Draco seriously think Harry would use it against him? Frowning, Harry reached into his pocket, taking the wand out.
Draco turned the hand on Harry's chest palm up.
Harry looked down, eyebrows low in confusion.
"Your wand," Draco prompted, holding the hand open expectantly.
Harry pressed the handle of his own wand into Draco's open hand, wondering if the fear he felt at not having it was unfounded.
Draco's hand closed around the wand, grip tight, and then he yanked Harry's hair with the other one, grey eyes intent on Harry's green. "A wizard who gives up his wand is powerless," he hissed. "They can do anything to you then."
Harry didn't know what Draco was getting at. He stared back into his eyes, trying not to let his breathing get too out of control. This didn't turn him on much anymore.
"Promise me you won't ever give your wand up again, not for me, not for anyone," Draco whispered.
Harry's eyes suddenly filled with tears and he didn't know where they were coming from. He released the hold on himself, feeling relief flood his body. For a moment, he'd thought Draco had gone mad. "I promise," he whispered back, though it was more of a gasp.
"Good," Draco said and brought his mouth down over Harry's again, kissing him hard and urgently.
Harry's head spun with the kiss. He was hardly able to think after all that.
Draco broke away then and pulled Harry to him, wrapping the hand with the wand around Harry's back before Apparating them to their bedroom.
Chapter Title: Gruesome Intent
Words: 1658 Words
"... after the messy and rather unsettling incident. Ministry officials were called immediately to the scene, and it has now been confirmed that a gang of rogue goblins were behind the crimes."
Harry sighed, reaching his hand out to switch off the wireless. It was rather sad that he didn't have much else to do but listen to the news. Perhaps he would go up and see what Draco was doing in the lab.
"We've just received breaking news," the voice from the wireless announced suddenly, sounding excited. Harry's hand was on the little knob, and he paused. "Death Eater Rodolphus Lestrange has been proclaimed dead."
Harry's eyes widened. Had he heard that correctly?
"Once again Rodolphus Lestrange is dead. Lestrange, accused of the recent abduction of both Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, as well as many other crimes, was found early this morning, severely mutilated in an empty cell of Azkaban prison, where he was being held. Images here are tremendously gruesome, obviously a murder of intent. Lestrange's trial was set to take place in only a few more weeks. His brother, Rabastan Lestrange, was also involved in the -" But Harry was no longer listening. He tore out of the kitchen, taking the stairs two at a time.
"Draco!" he called when he'd reached the upper parts of the house. "Draco!"
Draco was measuring out Re'em blood and trying to ignore everything else so that he wouldn't add too much and ruin the potion. He heard his name yelled and scowled.
"Draco!" Harry yelled again, finally making it to the lab. He swung the door open, panting. "Draco."
"This had better be good," Draco snapped, holding the spoon carefully as he turned his head to look at Harry.
Harry ignored the attitude. "He's dead," he announced. "Lestrange is dead."
Draco dropped the spoon. Ignoring the spilt blood and the bubbling cauldron in front of him, he turned to look in confusion at Harry. "What?"
"I just heard," Harry said, still unused to the idea himself. "It was on the wireless. He was killed - murdered in Azkaban."
Draco stood perfectly still, staring at Harry. His mind was racing and his heart with it.
"He's dead, Draco," Harry said, wondering if Draco had heard him. He smiled excitedly. "Don't you know what that means? He can't have a trial if he's dead."
Draco nodded. He felt ... numb. "No, I suppose he can't."
Harry was confused. He stood in the doorway, staring. "He ... can't," he said, feeling the excitement dying out.
Draco's hands dropped to his sides. He vaguely thought that this should make him happy, but he also realised that the damage was done. He was still ... well, he still felt ... used. And people still knew.
Harry stared at Draco for a few seconds longer. "Well, I ... thought I would just ... let you know," he said.
"Yes," Draco said, still in a voice that he would swear didn't even sound like his own. He wanted to do something, anything, but he felt almost paralysed.
"Um," Harry said quietly, feeling awkward. "I guess I'll just ... go ... back downstairs now."
"No," Draco said, and then when he opened his mouth to continue, he found himself stuck again, not knowing what to say.
Harry raised an eyebrow, waiting.
Draco frowned but then lifted his wand, turning and dousing the flame on the cauldron before dispelling its contents and the spilt blood. Then he turned back to Harry.
Harry continued to wait, feeling awkward. He felt like an idiot, running up happy and excited only to be met with ... what he'd been met with.
Draco put his wand away and then walked slowly forward until he stood in front of Harry, looking into those confused green eyes.
"Draco?" Harry asked quietly, staring at him again.
In that same unnaturally calm and slow motion, Draco lifted his hands until he cupped Harry's face between them and then leaned in and gently pressed his lips to his lover's.
Harry frowned. What? What was Draco doing? He kissed back, very confused.
Draco pressed harder, tongue sliding along his lover's lips, asking for more.
Still frowning, Harry opened his mouth, preparing himself for what was undoubtedly going to be another of Draco's mood swings. Well, at least it felt good.
Draco held his lover's face tight, controlling the kiss as he deepened it, tongue twisting with Harry's. Without breaking off, he backed Harry up until he was pressing the man against the wall.
As usual, Harry couldn't control his body. He could feel it responding and his hands moved into Draco's hair.
Draco leaned in so that their bodies were tightly pressed together. He could feel Harry's arousal clearly and he knew Harry could feel his. He slid one hand back into his lover's hair, gripping tightly as he ran the fingers of his other hand down Harry's chin, then throat, and then to the neck of his t-shirt, where he gripped the fabric hard.
Harry groaned, feeling Draco's cock and wanting so badly to reach for it. Maybe he would get lucky and it would be a day where Draco would at least get him off.
Draco broke the kiss, both hands near fists holding hair and shirt as he looked into Harry's eyes. "You want me?" he asked in that oddly calm voice, but it had dropped in timbre to something darker.
Harry's heart sped up, though he knew it was stupid to get excited. He nodded, unable to lie.
Draco pulled hard, ripping the thin fabric of the shirt until it was torn open. His eyes didn't move from Harry's as he did.
Harry's eyes widened considerably and he gasped loudly. It was like his heart tried to jump out of his chest right then.
"Does that scare you? Or does it excite you?" Draco asked huskily.
Harry was confused with the question for a few seconds, but then, "Both," he breathed truthfully, eyes still wide.
"Good," the blond answered, releasing the tattered fabric. He brought his hand back up to Harry's throat, then slowly drew it down, using his nails to lightly scratch Harry's chest.
Harry's breathing sped up so that his chest was heaving. His eyelids fluttered and he shivered.
Draco's nails trailed all the way down, stopping just before the top of Harry's jeans. Then he reversed direction, bringing them back up, a little harder this time.
Harry watched Draco's hand, making a small sound when he felt the slight pain from the nails. Then he brought his eyes back up to Draco's face, watching there instead.
Draco's eyes never wavered from Harry's face. He reached the centre of Harry's chest and flattened his hand, caressing in broad circles until he slid his fingers over Harry's right nipple. He stopped there to pinch and pull on the pebbled flesh.
Harry's eyes slid shut at that and he groaned again, arching forward.
Right hand still tightly fisted in Harry's hair so the man couldn't move, Draco's left hand slid over and repeated the treatment on Harry's other nipple. "What would you let me do to you if I wanted it?" Draco asked, voice a harsh whisper now.
Harry stilled at that, opening his eyes again. "What?" he whispered back, trembling in both pleasure and a twinge of very real fear.
Draco's grey eyes still focused on Harry's, seeming darker and more intense than ever before. His hand moved again to the centre of Harry's chest, resting there. "What would you let me do to you?" he repeated.
Harry swallowed. Would Draco seriously hurt him? Right then, it looked like he might very well be capable of it. "I -" he said, pausing. He'd said before that he trusted him more than anything, right? Did he trust him? He swallowed again. "A-anything," he whispered.
One blond eyebrow arched. "Anything?"
Harry really, really thought about it. Thought about what Draco might actually want to do. He wouldn't go so far as to ... he wouldn't ... Harry took in a shaky breath and nodded.
"Give me your wand," Draco said quietly.
His wand? Did Draco seriously think Harry would use it against him? Frowning, Harry reached into his pocket, taking the wand out.
Draco turned the hand on Harry's chest palm up.
Harry looked down, eyebrows low in confusion.
"Your wand," Draco prompted, holding the hand open expectantly.
Harry pressed the handle of his own wand into Draco's open hand, wondering if the fear he felt at not having it was unfounded.
Draco's hand closed around the wand, grip tight, and then he yanked Harry's hair with the other one, grey eyes intent on Harry's green. "A wizard who gives up his wand is powerless," he hissed. "They can do anything to you then."
Harry didn't know what Draco was getting at. He stared back into his eyes, trying not to let his breathing get too out of control. This didn't turn him on much anymore.
"Promise me you won't ever give your wand up again, not for me, not for anyone," Draco whispered.
Harry's eyes suddenly filled with tears and he didn't know where they were coming from. He released the hold on himself, feeling relief flood his body. For a moment, he'd thought Draco had gone mad. "I promise," he whispered back, though it was more of a gasp.
"Good," Draco said and brought his mouth down over Harry's again, kissing him hard and urgently.
Harry's head spun with the kiss. He was hardly able to think after all that.
Draco broke away then and pulled Harry to him, wrapping the hand with the wand around Harry's back before Apparating them to their bedroom.