Home Wrecker

Title: Home Wrecker
Author& Notes: never_tempt aka cameowitch
Status/Part: Part Six
Rating: NC-17 FRAO
Pairing: HP/DM
Date: 20-Feb-2006
Key words: M/M Violence, language, mentions of rape and torture, ANGST, Mpreg. Slash


Summary: Harry and Draco are in a relationship. Draco is duped one day by friends and was lead and kept forcibly away for five years until he makes his way back to Harry.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Beta: Jadzia7667

A/N: Just another warning: Harsh Ron bashing ahead. And a hint of incest (the fantasy kind only). I tried to bring a happier slant to this chapter. It will get better and I’m the queen of happy endings – if it won’t end happy, I won’t read or write it.

A/N 2: Sorry it's taken me so long to get this posted. It should start picking up again soon. As Always, please take the time to leave a review or rating. You can always email me if you want.

Chapter 6

Harry woke hours later to a fist driving into his shoulder. His Seeker reflexes kicked in and he grabbed the fist, holding it firmly but gently. Awareness flashed in Harry’s eyes as Draco’s silver ones stared into the past; he fought for all he was worth. Harry shifted them both so that he could still hold Draco without confining him. He began to attempt to calm his husband with quiet shushings and the murmur of his name. After what seemed like the longest five minutes of Harry’s life, Draco began to quiet and relax, subsiding into shuddering coughs and rasping breaths.

Once fully awake, Draco collapsed back on the pillows, trying to relax and control his breathing. Harry stroked his hair and face, trying to soothe Draco. Finally, Harry moved to look at the parchment that listed Draco’s potion schedule and the clock. It was time for more potions so he got everything ready and called for Lola to bring them some more light foods and soft fruits. Harry helped Draco to the loo and back, settling him in the chair at the table. When Draco groaned at the hardness underneath him, Harry was there with a pillow, helping him up just enough to slide the cushion under him.

Harry pulled his chair closer to Draco as Lola served them. “Draco, if you start feeling like I’m crowding you just tell me and I’ll put some distance between us.”

Draco looked at his husband. “The only way you would be able to crowd me would be to crawl in my skin with me. Wait, what am I saying? I’d love to be that close to you again. Medi-witches orders, though. Soon, I promise, as soon as I regain my strength we’ll bring the echoes back into our home.” He stopped for a deep breath and swallowed the potion Harry handed him.

“Merlin’s balls, can’t Severus make it taste better? That was worse than some of the shite they tried to feed me. One time they tried to tell me it was camel. If that was camel, I’m the poster boy for the bloody Flaming Universal Wicked Wizard Awards. It tasted more like hippogriff. Sorry love, I’m rambling.” Draco closed his mouth and eyes as he slumped in his seat.

Harry was holding him in a heartbeat. “Draco? Draco, talk to me. Let me know what’s wrong, what I can do to help.”

Draco sighed and curled up closer to Harry. “Just hold me? I’ve missed that so much over the years. There may have been a body there, but it wasn’t you, it wasn’t comfortable or loving. I feel safe with you. I haven’t felt that in five very long years. Please say you’ll forgive me for leaving and let me stay with you? I’ll do anything you want, just keep me?” The blond tried hard to hide the free falling tears. He couldn’t hide them or the miserable shudders that wracked his slight frame.

Harry stood, gathered the sobbing man in his arms, and sat in the oversized chair with Draco in his lap. He kissed Draco’s forehead, nose and lips while wiping the tears. Harry only hoped his efforts helped to calm his lover. With a deep sigh, Harry wrapped his arms around him and held him tighter.

“Beloved, I made a vow to you years ago. It came from my heart then; it still comes from my heart. I love you. Unconditionally, without fear and always with open arms. Even during our fights I loved you. Why would that change now when I’ve waited all these years for you to come home to me? It hasn’t changed, it won’t change.” Harry kissed the lips gently with just enough pressure and passion for the blond to feel the truth.

Draco wrapped his fragile arms around his lover’s neck and held him, slowly relaxing with each moment that Harry continued to hold him. Finally, he felt more himself and reminded Harry of his potion schedule. Harry produced the required doses and Draco drank them willingly. Sitting together holding each other was healing both of them, making them stronger together to help them through this patch of trouble and what lay ahead. Both men dozed off only to be awoken several hours later by a very nervous Lola.

The little house-elf whimpered, even though she knew neither wizard would harm her. She was sorry to wake them, they both needed this healing. “Master Harry, Master Draco, please be forgiving Lola. I wanted not to wake you but big mean red haired covered man is downstairs yelling for Master Harry.”

Draco managed to arch his eyebrow in Harry’s direction. With a heartfelt kiss to Draco’s lips, Harry stood and placed Draco carefully in the chair. “Sounds like Ron. Let me go take care of him. Lola, stay with Draco. If he starts coughing give him a drink of water. If it gets worse, come to me and say there is an emergency in the Owlery. We’ll discuss dinner when I get back. Think fowl or fish – lightly for both.”

Harry went downstairs to greet his erstwhile friend. His astonished eyes took in the amusing sight of a very hairy Ron. He was covered in red curly hair top to bottom. Harry mentally laughed, picturing a red yeti in his mind. He coughed, stifling his laughter, and greeted his enemy. “Ron, is that you? What in Merlin’s name happened to you?” He could play dumb; he’d done it for years and knew it was a good cover.

“Harry!” the squeaky voice reminded him of the time with the spiders. Ron’s eyes held the light of desperation. “Harry, you’ve got to help me. I can’t get rid of it fast enough. The medi-witch says everything is fine. Every time Pansy or another female touches me, I get all hairy. I’m not able to find release with a woman. No woman wants a man with this much hair. Pansy is finding comfort elsewhere and I can’t find any at all. I’m so desperate for a shag; I’d take a guy or gorilla. Help me Harry, please?” Ron finally stopped whining.

Harry decided it was time to begin enjoying the vengeance he’d wrought. He remembered back to the night Draco first went missing. It turned out that their ‘friends’ were closet homophobes and didn’t think they should be together. They thought if they got rid of Draco, Harry would ‘come around and find a nice girl’. It was time to teach Ron another lesson, thought Harry with no small degree of amusement.

“Ron, this may sound forward of me, but I believe there is a solution to your problem. You said it yourself; you’re ready for a man. Have you given it some serious thought?” Harry chuckled to himself and shot Ron a sarcastic smirk. “You’re not my type. Sorry. There has to be another man somewhere that turns you on. Hell, it happens to every man at least once in his life. It might not be the other man specifically; it could be a smell or sight associated with him or any of the senses that causes a reaction. Think on it, I have to go upstairs for a few minutes.” Harry patted his ‘friend’ on the shoulder and guided him to the chair. Pushing him down into the chair, Harry went out the door almost skipping with mirth.

Harry made it up the steps, silently laughing until he passed through the bedroom door. Stepping over to Draco and kissing him, Harry related the conversation. “I’ve got more to feed him when I go back. Would you like to hear it firsthand? I can put you under my Invisibility cloak and have Lola take you down unseen. What do you say?” Harry’s eyes were beginning to twinkle much like Albus’.

“Oh Harry, I’d love to but what if I start coughing or something and give us away?”

Harry tapped his lips. “Why don’t I put a privacy bubble around you so you can hear but no one can hear you? I think that would work.”

Draco smirked. “Okay Harry, let’s do it. I want to see him squirm. I need to get some of my own back.”

Harry cast the spell, picked up the cloak and called Lola over to them. When Harry explained what was needed, she agreed. Anything she could do to make masters happy and feel better she would do. Harry cautioned her again about keeping under the cloak also. He watched as Draco and the house-elf disappeared under the cloak before he headed downstairs. He knew Lola could get them in silently.

Harry entered the room again and was amazed. There sat Ron with the strangest look on his face. Harry decided he had to goad Ron further. “So Ron, have you thought about it further?”

Ron jumped at the voice, hoping his friend wouldn’t look too closely. He was sporting an erection and was thoroughly confused. “Oh, hi Harry. I was just trying to calm myself and think this through.”

Harry smirked with silent laughter while getting ready to question his friend. “Ron, I can see you’ve been thinking. Oh, my, have you been thinking of someone in particular? Who? Tell me!”

Ron cleared his throat and flushed a deep red. “Harry, I don’t know what to do,” came out in shrill tones. Ron dropped down on the couch and put his head in his hands.

Harry sat in a chair across from him. “Ron, calm down. It can’t be that bad. You’re married to your wonderful wife, you have a happy home and things have been going rather well for you in the past few years. What could have brought this on? How can I help?”

Ron sat there whimpering. “Harry, mate, I don’t know. I keep getting this urge for sex and it’s not like it has been.”

Harry tried to keep from laughing. He knew what was on the horizon. “Ron, you still haven’t told me.”

The youngest Weasley male groaned. “For almost five years now, every time I get aroused by a woman, I grow red hair all over me. I won’t go into the details. I’ve had sex with a female twice in five years. One time Pansy was so drunk she thought I was, well, never mind about that. Let’s just say it wasn’t satisfying for me. The second time I paid dearly for it. Now I’m sitting here with a boner I haven’t seen or felt in a very long time”.

Ron stopped and groaned long and loud. “Oh my gods, Harry it was the first time I saw, eeeewwwwww, your cousin. Oh Goddess, strike me dead now, I can’t want Dudley. Harry, help me! Please! It only gets worse, I can’t stand this.” He jumped up and started pacing, muttering to himself.

Harry watched Ron torment himself and could only think of Draco’s face while listening to the ranting red-head. The Slytherin in Harry surfaced and was ready to add to the drama. “Ron, why should it get worse? There’s nothing wrong with desiring blokes. Look how blissful I was every time Draco buggered me into the mattress. Didn’t you ever notice how much calmer he was with everyone after a night under me? Oh Gods, to be able to feel his hard, thick shaft slamming into me again would be so wonderful.” Harry stopped and noticed Ron looking at him. Pretending to ignore Ron, Harry began stroking himself slowly and firmly while watching Ron’s trousers tighten as he watched Harry.

The dark Gryffindor moaned Draco’s name with as much lust as he could infuse and saw Ron squirm. Ron moved away, panting heavily now while muttering “No, no, no. It’s wrong, two men are wrong. I’m not one of them. No. no. no.” Without knowing what he was doing, Ron had started rubbing his swollen member roughly through his pants.

Harry stopped to watch and listen. Ron got louder with each touch. Harry almost fell out of his chair in surprise as Ron kept stroking and chanting “Ohhh, Dudley, Dudley, yes, more, oh more, give me more. Ohhh Percy, yes, right there. Ohh, brother more please.” With a final shout of the two names run together, Ron climaxed and collapsed on the sofa, panting heavily. Harry could only smirk at him as he fell asleep.

Seeing that Ron was going to be out for a bit he said quietly “Meet me in our room” and headed off for the stairs. As he reached their bedroom, Harry saw Draco shuddering in the chair near the bed. Lola’s arms were wrapped around him, patting his back comfortingly. Quick as thought, Harry was at his husband’s side.

“Draco, oh gods, Draco are you alright? What can I do? Was that too much, too soon?”

Draco looked up and beamed. ‘Oh Harry! That was absolutely fucking great. The homophobe wants your cousin and his own brother. Does revenge material get any better than this? Quick, we need to store these memories so no one can ever take them from us. I think I’m finally feeling better already.”

The blond went back to silent laughter as Harry scooped him up and sat in the chair with him. The grey eyes looked brighter and some of the worry lines were missing. Harry did what came naturally to them.

Anxious lips met anxious lips as both rediscovered the other. Soon their kisses became bolder and hotter. Their movements became more frantic as their passion built. The men lost track of all the medi-witch’s instructions as desires built. A sudden noise from downstairs interrupted them. Forehead to forehead, both groaned in frustration. Harry stood, still holding Draco in his arms. “Ready for round two of the torment or would you rather stay here and let me tell you about it later?”

Wrapping his arms tighter around Harry’s neck, Draco answered between kisses to the neck. “I (kiss) wouldn’t (kiss) miss (nibble) this (suck hard on spot) for (lick the spot) the world (kiss). Let Lola take me down again. I keep feeling better the more you make him squirm.”

Harry slid Draco down the front of his body and felt the answering response. “Soon, Darling, soon. Lola!”

The little house-elf appeared and Harry told her the plan again. She smiled and stepped in front of Draco as Harry draped them in his Invisibility Cloak once more. A moment later Harry walked out the door and headed downstairs to torment Ron some more.