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Chapter 8
Title: HOME WRECKER
Status/Part: 8/?
Rating: NC-17, FRAO
Warning/Key words: M/M, Fluff, smut, plus hints of incest, angst, name calling, insults, language
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: Sorry folks, no Beta. She quit. Please let me know if you find something glaringly obvious and I’ll correct it. Thanks!
Warning: Pansy is doing some major Ron bashing in this chapter. It’s an ugly “domestic dispute”.
Chapter 8 Home Wrecker
Harry awoke to a thrashing and mumbling Draco. He could hear the pain and panic in the voice. Whispering quietly into the blond’s ear, Harry saw and felt the former Slytherin settle and quiet down.
“That’s it my Dragon. Come back to me. Wake up my lover, you’re safe now. You’re home and in my arms. Come on love; wake up for your Harry.”
The blond stirred and rolled, slowly opening his eyes. First instincts caused him to tighten his grip on Harry as he shook uncontrollably. Harry wrapped his arms tighter around the blond and let him purge this round of repressed emotions and bad memories. When the blond finally stilled, he realized Harry’s hand was rubbing his back and the other held his head.
The brunet kissed the blond’s head and whispered. “Tell me Draco. Help me help you.”
Draco sniffled and rubbed his face on Harry’s pajamas. Moving to the side just a little, he looked at the emerald eyes as they glanced where he’d just rubbed.
“Oh gods Draco, that is just disgusting.”
Harry grabbed his pajama top and ripped it off, throwing it to the side of the bed. He mock frowned at the now giggling Slytherin.
“Okay Draco, now that you’ve had your laugh, we need to get serious. You need to tell me what you were remembering in your nightmare just now. Anything at all may be enough to help us find the children and your jailers.”
The former Slytherin shuddered. “Harry, please don’t make me put it into words or see it happen all over again. Why don’t you just use Legilimency and look?”
The brunet considered the request for a few minutes before making another suggestion.
“Why don’t you put them in a pensieve? We can both look at it from different angles and maybe see something that will help us find them? It would also be admissible in the courts if they make it that far.”
Draco nodded and Harry slipped off the bed to return with a pensieve.
“Are you sure of this Draco? I know it will give us a better view. You may see things here that just a dream memory would bloke. I’ll be holding you the whole time Draco. You have nothing to fear now. You’ve already lived through it because you are strong. Place your memories in there of the time and we’ll sort through them at own pace.”
Harry kissed the blond again. Draco broke off the kiss.
“Harry, my wand. I can’t do this without it. I don’t have it. What am I going to do now?”
The former Gryffindor frowned.
“Draco, I have an idea. Let me go torment Ron at his house. Neither one of them would have been smart enough to get rid of it or break it. It’s probably still at their house. I want you to stay in bed and wait for me. I’ll tell you all about it when I get home.”
The blond looked annoyed. “Why don’t you and Lola take me under the cloak? I want to see how they are living now on what they got for me. I also want to hear what Pansy says about the idea you planted in his head. Besides, if they don’t have it, we can go to the wand shop for a new one. I can handle this trip. You’ll be with me.”
Harry looked askance.
“Alright, but at the first sign of you giving out or are in distress, Lola brings you back her and puts you to bed. No arguments.”
The blond nodded his acceptance and Harry called for Lola. With the magic of the house-elf, Lola covered Draco and herself and popped out. Harry went right behind them. Landing on the front lawn, Harry cleared his throat and strolled to the front door, raised his hand and knocked. They stood listening to the cacophony inside. It sounded like war.
The sudden noise of a breaking vase followed by a high pitch screech was heard. It was too high pitched for Harry to understand so he looked to the left where he felt Draco brush his hand.
The Gryffindor whispered. “Oh gods. You had to live with that screeching harpy for seven years at Hogwarts? How did you do it? Better yet, can you understand what she’s screaming?”
The blond giggled. “It’s worse. I grew up with her practically living at the Manor. I was supposed to marry her until I discovered our love. What she just said to him was along the lines of ‘You great red fucking ape. I bet you love it shoved up your furry red arse. It wasn’t me, it was you. You tried to tell me it was my fault you had problems then you have the unmitigated gall to come in here, tell me you can get it hard for two fucking poufs.’” She stopped long enough to inhale deeply and start again.
Draco looked at Harry who nodded for him to continue the translations. Even though Harry couldn’t see it, he could tell Draco was shaking his head. “Here we go again.”
He picked up where he could understand a word and repeated it to the brunet.
‘And then, then you have the solid steel balls to ask me to watch the three of you or join in? Are you out of your tiny, sick Gryffindor mind? Why would I watch when I have three studs whenever I want it? You can go play with yourself, with those two or a damn hippogriff for all I care. You realize that I may just file for a divorce and probably be granted one? It’s not common but by the goddess, when I’m done with you, you’ll be lucky your own hand will get you off, let alone your brother or that fucking muggle.’
She stopped her rant for just a minute to suck in more air. Draco had to take a couple of fast breaths too. He knew she wasn’t finished yet.
‘I will take you for every bloody knut we have from selling that whey faced pouf to my Uncle Jerome.’
Pansy stopped again. Draco whispered. “This is probably where she squints her eyes, trying to look meaner than the pug dog she looks like”. Harry snickered. They could hear the tell-tale screech start again.
‘Prove it to me. I want to see it one more time. I don’t think you can get it up for anyone but that butt-fuck Potter. You’ve had five years. How many times have you two fucked like wild bunnies? Screamed for more or harder? There’s no way I can believe you two didn’t go at it. No wonder you were so eager to help me get rid of Draco, you wanted Harry for yourself. All those wasted times in school when I was looking after your “needs”, when Draco wouldn’t fulfill mine. Is that why you liked it doggie style, so you could pretend I was Potter?’
The sound of silence as the screeching ended was broken by the sound of a small explosion and the shattering of glass in the yard. Harry looked to where Draco had been to his left. The blond had interpreted the screeches just a word or two behind Pansy uttering them. When they both stopped Harry could hear Draco panting heavily just before the explosion. He finally saw the former glass gazebo in a pile of rubble. It was then he felt the blond lay his head on his shoulder and entwine their hands.
“Harry, that was too much. Please take me home.”
Without another thought to his former friend in the noisy house, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, pulling him in close and disapparated straight to their bedroom. Harry knew Lola would follow them home and go to her quarters without being told. It was feeling the drooping blond that told him what he had to do.
Tugging the cloak off, he could see the blond was troubled by what they had heard. He picked Draco up and carried him over to the bed and settled him in the middle.
“Draco, my only love, if it would help you feel better, I’ll take Veritaserum and answer any question you have about Ron and me. I’ll tell you this though, Never, never have I felt anything sexual for him. He was too much like a brother. I didn’t. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. You have been my fantasy since third year. It was thoughts and images of you that made my dreams come true. I’ve only been happier once than I was the day you returned and that was the day we bonded and married. I’ve lived on memories for five years. One day soon, we’ll make more memories to keep them company.”
Harry stopped and heaved a sigh. Moving to the side of the bed, he moved the next set of medications and took them to Draco.
“As the muggles would say ‘Bottoms up’. Drink it down my Dragon. Soon I’ll tell you Bottoms up for a whole different and enjoyable reason.”
Harry waggled his eyebrows at Draco. The blond Slytherin cracked a small smile, took the juice and potions and swallowed them straight down. Harry took the empty cup, smiled and tossed it towards the side table. He crawled on the bed and curled around his lover. They began whispering about the things they had heard and just little things that meant something to only them. The last thought through Harry’s mind was what an emotionally exhausting day it had been. He realized his Dragon had fallen asleep and decided a nap would be good for him too. With a sigh and a hug to the thin man next to him, Harry too drifted off to sleep.
~~Reviews and comments are always welcome!
Status/Part: 8/?
Rating: NC-17, FRAO
Warning/Key words: M/M, Fluff, smut, plus hints of incest, angst, name calling, insults, language
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: Sorry folks, no Beta. She quit. Please let me know if you find something glaringly obvious and I’ll correct it. Thanks!
Warning: Pansy is doing some major Ron bashing in this chapter. It’s an ugly “domestic dispute”.
Chapter 8 Home Wrecker
Harry awoke to a thrashing and mumbling Draco. He could hear the pain and panic in the voice. Whispering quietly into the blond’s ear, Harry saw and felt the former Slytherin settle and quiet down.
“That’s it my Dragon. Come back to me. Wake up my lover, you’re safe now. You’re home and in my arms. Come on love; wake up for your Harry.”
The blond stirred and rolled, slowly opening his eyes. First instincts caused him to tighten his grip on Harry as he shook uncontrollably. Harry wrapped his arms tighter around the blond and let him purge this round of repressed emotions and bad memories. When the blond finally stilled, he realized Harry’s hand was rubbing his back and the other held his head.
The brunet kissed the blond’s head and whispered. “Tell me Draco. Help me help you.”
Draco sniffled and rubbed his face on Harry’s pajamas. Moving to the side just a little, he looked at the emerald eyes as they glanced where he’d just rubbed.
“Oh gods Draco, that is just disgusting.”
Harry grabbed his pajama top and ripped it off, throwing it to the side of the bed. He mock frowned at the now giggling Slytherin.
“Okay Draco, now that you’ve had your laugh, we need to get serious. You need to tell me what you were remembering in your nightmare just now. Anything at all may be enough to help us find the children and your jailers.”
The former Slytherin shuddered. “Harry, please don’t make me put it into words or see it happen all over again. Why don’t you just use Legilimency and look?”
The brunet considered the request for a few minutes before making another suggestion.
“Why don’t you put them in a pensieve? We can both look at it from different angles and maybe see something that will help us find them? It would also be admissible in the courts if they make it that far.”
Draco nodded and Harry slipped off the bed to return with a pensieve.
“Are you sure of this Draco? I know it will give us a better view. You may see things here that just a dream memory would bloke. I’ll be holding you the whole time Draco. You have nothing to fear now. You’ve already lived through it because you are strong. Place your memories in there of the time and we’ll sort through them at own pace.”
Harry kissed the blond again. Draco broke off the kiss.
“Harry, my wand. I can’t do this without it. I don’t have it. What am I going to do now?”
The former Gryffindor frowned.
“Draco, I have an idea. Let me go torment Ron at his house. Neither one of them would have been smart enough to get rid of it or break it. It’s probably still at their house. I want you to stay in bed and wait for me. I’ll tell you all about it when I get home.”
The blond looked annoyed. “Why don’t you and Lola take me under the cloak? I want to see how they are living now on what they got for me. I also want to hear what Pansy says about the idea you planted in his head. Besides, if they don’t have it, we can go to the wand shop for a new one. I can handle this trip. You’ll be with me.”
Harry looked askance.
“Alright, but at the first sign of you giving out or are in distress, Lola brings you back her and puts you to bed. No arguments.”
The blond nodded his acceptance and Harry called for Lola. With the magic of the house-elf, Lola covered Draco and herself and popped out. Harry went right behind them. Landing on the front lawn, Harry cleared his throat and strolled to the front door, raised his hand and knocked. They stood listening to the cacophony inside. It sounded like war.
The sudden noise of a breaking vase followed by a high pitch screech was heard. It was too high pitched for Harry to understand so he looked to the left where he felt Draco brush his hand.
The Gryffindor whispered. “Oh gods. You had to live with that screeching harpy for seven years at Hogwarts? How did you do it? Better yet, can you understand what she’s screaming?”
The blond giggled. “It’s worse. I grew up with her practically living at the Manor. I was supposed to marry her until I discovered our love. What she just said to him was along the lines of ‘You great red fucking ape. I bet you love it shoved up your furry red arse. It wasn’t me, it was you. You tried to tell me it was my fault you had problems then you have the unmitigated gall to come in here, tell me you can get it hard for two fucking poufs.’” She stopped long enough to inhale deeply and start again.
Draco looked at Harry who nodded for him to continue the translations. Even though Harry couldn’t see it, he could tell Draco was shaking his head. “Here we go again.”
He picked up where he could understand a word and repeated it to the brunet.
‘And then, then you have the solid steel balls to ask me to watch the three of you or join in? Are you out of your tiny, sick Gryffindor mind? Why would I watch when I have three studs whenever I want it? You can go play with yourself, with those two or a damn hippogriff for all I care. You realize that I may just file for a divorce and probably be granted one? It’s not common but by the goddess, when I’m done with you, you’ll be lucky your own hand will get you off, let alone your brother or that fucking muggle.’
She stopped her rant for just a minute to suck in more air. Draco had to take a couple of fast breaths too. He knew she wasn’t finished yet.
‘I will take you for every bloody knut we have from selling that whey faced pouf to my Uncle Jerome.’
Pansy stopped again. Draco whispered. “This is probably where she squints her eyes, trying to look meaner than the pug dog she looks like”. Harry snickered. They could hear the tell-tale screech start again.
‘Prove it to me. I want to see it one more time. I don’t think you can get it up for anyone but that butt-fuck Potter. You’ve had five years. How many times have you two fucked like wild bunnies? Screamed for more or harder? There’s no way I can believe you two didn’t go at it. No wonder you were so eager to help me get rid of Draco, you wanted Harry for yourself. All those wasted times in school when I was looking after your “needs”, when Draco wouldn’t fulfill mine. Is that why you liked it doggie style, so you could pretend I was Potter?’
The sound of silence as the screeching ended was broken by the sound of a small explosion and the shattering of glass in the yard. Harry looked to where Draco had been to his left. The blond had interpreted the screeches just a word or two behind Pansy uttering them. When they both stopped Harry could hear Draco panting heavily just before the explosion. He finally saw the former glass gazebo in a pile of rubble. It was then he felt the blond lay his head on his shoulder and entwine their hands.
“Harry, that was too much. Please take me home.”
Without another thought to his former friend in the noisy house, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, pulling him in close and disapparated straight to their bedroom. Harry knew Lola would follow them home and go to her quarters without being told. It was feeling the drooping blond that told him what he had to do.
Tugging the cloak off, he could see the blond was troubled by what they had heard. He picked Draco up and carried him over to the bed and settled him in the middle.
“Draco, my only love, if it would help you feel better, I’ll take Veritaserum and answer any question you have about Ron and me. I’ll tell you this though, Never, never have I felt anything sexual for him. He was too much like a brother. I didn’t. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. You have been my fantasy since third year. It was thoughts and images of you that made my dreams come true. I’ve only been happier once than I was the day you returned and that was the day we bonded and married. I’ve lived on memories for five years. One day soon, we’ll make more memories to keep them company.”
Harry stopped and heaved a sigh. Moving to the side of the bed, he moved the next set of medications and took them to Draco.
“As the muggles would say ‘Bottoms up’. Drink it down my Dragon. Soon I’ll tell you Bottoms up for a whole different and enjoyable reason.”
Harry waggled his eyebrows at Draco. The blond Slytherin cracked a small smile, took the juice and potions and swallowed them straight down. Harry took the empty cup, smiled and tossed it towards the side table. He crawled on the bed and curled around his lover. They began whispering about the things they had heard and just little things that meant something to only them. The last thought through Harry’s mind was what an emotionally exhausting day it had been. He realized his Dragon had fallen asleep and decided a nap would be good for him too. With a sigh and a hug to the thin man next to him, Harry too drifted off to sleep.
~~Reviews and comments are always welcome!