The Ties That Bind
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
9,357
Reviews:
32
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 9 continued.
Chapter 9 (I added more to this chapter)
Warnings and Disclaimers: please see in previous chapters. They still exist.
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Harry knew without even looking that Malfoy was standing in front of the Mirror of Erised. It was showing Draco his own heart’s desire - and that desire was Harry.
Harry felt as if the world was moving in slow motion. He rose from the couch and met the blonde in front of the mirror. As Harry looked into the mirror, he saw the pair as well. He looked upon the image of the two men in a warm and loving embrace, and a single tear trickled down the Gryffindor’s face. Harry had realized his feelings for Malfoy just after the war had ended. At that time it was difficult for the two to have a conversation with each other, let a lone a relationship, so Harry had just tried to put those feelings behind him. It was an easy enough task until Narcissa’s death and Draco joining the faculty at Hogwarts. On a daily basis he was reminded of what he couldn’t have, but now it appeared as if that might be changing.
Draco turned to Harry, “Why are you crying?”
“Do you know what this mirror is?” Harry questioned the potion’s master.
“A piece of shit broken mirror?” retorted Draco.
“It’s the Mirror of Erised. Have you ever heard of it before”
“Yeah, I read about it in Hogwarts A History, but I had never seen it, so I thought it must have been a rumor … so that means …”
“That our hearts’ greatest desire is each other,” Harry cautiously stated.
“My heart’s greatest desire is Harry Potter.” Draco slowly stated. “My heart’s greatest desire is you.”
They stood inches away from each other, both looking at the ground. Harry began scuffing his feet back and forth. Draco, looked at the mirror, then back at Harry. This was the moment where their fate would be decided. Draco moved another step closer, gently taking both of his hands and cupping Harry’s face. He kissed Harry. This was a very different kiss from that of the one in the Room of Requirement. This kiss was gentle and loving. How stupid Draco had been all these months in not fully confining in Harry. How stupid he had been for running to Snape instead of trusting his own feelings. Harry made him feel whole, Harry made him feel complete. Harry was making him feel hard.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco wanted to take Harry at this very moment. He wanted to express all of his feelings in the only way he truly knew. Draco began to disrobe Harry as he backed him up against the wall. Draco studied the professors body with his hands and mouth. There was so much to learn about the man his heart craved.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Snape had entered the room undetected. He almost felt guilty watching the scene in front of him as he felt a twitch under his robes. Snape knew that at this moment, however, he needed to focus on the task and not his own selfish needs. In order for the upcoming mission to be successful he needed these two men at the top of their game. The silent treatment that they were giving to each other this past week would never do. The professors needed to admit to themselves their true feelings and move on. The only draw back to this situation was the possibility that Snape would loose his plaything to Potter. Up until now it was quite easy for Snape to orchestrate situations which would end in Draco’s warm, wet mouth around his cock. But alas, the mission. Once again, he would need to put the mission first.
Snape stepped forward out of the shadows, “I see the two of you have resolved your angst driven conflict.”
The professors instantly broke apart, feeling like they had just been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
“Only the two of you would turn this into an opportunity to get into each other’s pants,” Snape spat irritably. “Recent events have transpired and an urgent situation requires your immediate attention.”
“Severus, will you quit with your dramatics and just tell us,” Draco replied curtly, still irritated from being interrupted only moments ago.
“Draco, your father has been released from Azkaban.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Leave it to Snape to ruin a perfect moment. I bet he’s secretly happy that he ruined the moment. If he can’t have any, no one can. No wonder he’s so cranky. I’d be cranky if I was a virgin, thought Harry.
Snape maliciously glared at Harry. “Would you stop thinking about your own petty needs and think about Draco. He was just told that his father is out of Azkaban. He has not talked to his father since Draco came over to our side.” Snape paused for dramatic affect, “ And for your information Professor Potter, not that you need to know, but I am not a virgin.”
Harry looked horrified. Why do I always let him into my mind!
If it wasn’t for Snape’s concern for Draco, he would have informed him that Harry’s new “boyfriend” was the headmaster’s most recent afternoon delight.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco found the nearest chair and fell back into it. He wasn’t anticipating his father to be out so soon. He hadn’t prepared himself for this event. He felt numb inside.
“Draco,” Harry moved over and gently squeezed the Malfoy heir’s hand. “Let’s talk about this.”
“I … I’m …. he … fuck. Shit. Fuck. I can’t. We can’t. I … I have to go. I’m gonna be sick,” and in classic Malfoy fashion, he ran.
Severus and Harry stared after the pale Slytherin as he left the room. Harry turned, doe eyed looking to Snape, “What do I do?”
“He needs time and space. He needs to collect his thoughts. Why don’t you go to your quarters then check in on him in about an hour or so,” with that, Snape exited the room, his cloak moving fluidly as if it was an extension of his own body.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Draco, you can come out. I sent Potter to his quarters,” Snape stated in a cool, even tone.
Draco virtually jumped out of the shadows, clutching Severus tightly. Tears streaming down his face. “I’m not ready, I can’t,” Draco stammered. The blonde desperately began kissing the elder’s neckline, sucking, biting, trying so urgently to loose himself in the arms of Snape.
“Draco. Stop,” the velvety baritone declared. “I can’t let you do this. You must stop.”
“Severus, I need you,” Draco pleaded. His grey eyes searching the headmaster’s face for any sign of compassion. “Please, Severus.” Draco continued to tempt Snape’s flesh, moving his hands under the headmaster’s robes.
“Draco, you need to go. Now.” Snape pushed him out of the office, then slammed the door shut. The headmaster leaned against the back of the door, trying to compose himself. His heart ached for Draco. He wanted to comfort him, scoop him up in his arms, carry him to his bed, and kiss away his pain. But he knew that he could not play that role in Draco’s life anymore. Snape was alone again.
Warnings and Disclaimers: please see in previous chapters. They still exist.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry knew without even looking that Malfoy was standing in front of the Mirror of Erised. It was showing Draco his own heart’s desire - and that desire was Harry.
Harry felt as if the world was moving in slow motion. He rose from the couch and met the blonde in front of the mirror. As Harry looked into the mirror, he saw the pair as well. He looked upon the image of the two men in a warm and loving embrace, and a single tear trickled down the Gryffindor’s face. Harry had realized his feelings for Malfoy just after the war had ended. At that time it was difficult for the two to have a conversation with each other, let a lone a relationship, so Harry had just tried to put those feelings behind him. It was an easy enough task until Narcissa’s death and Draco joining the faculty at Hogwarts. On a daily basis he was reminded of what he couldn’t have, but now it appeared as if that might be changing.
Draco turned to Harry, “Why are you crying?”
“Do you know what this mirror is?” Harry questioned the potion’s master.
“A piece of shit broken mirror?” retorted Draco.
“It’s the Mirror of Erised. Have you ever heard of it before”
“Yeah, I read about it in Hogwarts A History, but I had never seen it, so I thought it must have been a rumor … so that means …”
“That our hearts’ greatest desire is each other,” Harry cautiously stated.
“My heart’s greatest desire is Harry Potter.” Draco slowly stated. “My heart’s greatest desire is you.”
They stood inches away from each other, both looking at the ground. Harry began scuffing his feet back and forth. Draco, looked at the mirror, then back at Harry. This was the moment where their fate would be decided. Draco moved another step closer, gently taking both of his hands and cupping Harry’s face. He kissed Harry. This was a very different kiss from that of the one in the Room of Requirement. This kiss was gentle and loving. How stupid Draco had been all these months in not fully confining in Harry. How stupid he had been for running to Snape instead of trusting his own feelings. Harry made him feel whole, Harry made him feel complete. Harry was making him feel hard.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco wanted to take Harry at this very moment. He wanted to express all of his feelings in the only way he truly knew. Draco began to disrobe Harry as he backed him up against the wall. Draco studied the professors body with his hands and mouth. There was so much to learn about the man his heart craved.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Snape had entered the room undetected. He almost felt guilty watching the scene in front of him as he felt a twitch under his robes. Snape knew that at this moment, however, he needed to focus on the task and not his own selfish needs. In order for the upcoming mission to be successful he needed these two men at the top of their game. The silent treatment that they were giving to each other this past week would never do. The professors needed to admit to themselves their true feelings and move on. The only draw back to this situation was the possibility that Snape would loose his plaything to Potter. Up until now it was quite easy for Snape to orchestrate situations which would end in Draco’s warm, wet mouth around his cock. But alas, the mission. Once again, he would need to put the mission first.
Snape stepped forward out of the shadows, “I see the two of you have resolved your angst driven conflict.”
The professors instantly broke apart, feeling like they had just been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
“Only the two of you would turn this into an opportunity to get into each other’s pants,” Snape spat irritably. “Recent events have transpired and an urgent situation requires your immediate attention.”
“Severus, will you quit with your dramatics and just tell us,” Draco replied curtly, still irritated from being interrupted only moments ago.
“Draco, your father has been released from Azkaban.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Leave it to Snape to ruin a perfect moment. I bet he’s secretly happy that he ruined the moment. If he can’t have any, no one can. No wonder he’s so cranky. I’d be cranky if I was a virgin, thought Harry.
Snape maliciously glared at Harry. “Would you stop thinking about your own petty needs and think about Draco. He was just told that his father is out of Azkaban. He has not talked to his father since Draco came over to our side.” Snape paused for dramatic affect, “ And for your information Professor Potter, not that you need to know, but I am not a virgin.”
Harry looked horrified. Why do I always let him into my mind!
If it wasn’t for Snape’s concern for Draco, he would have informed him that Harry’s new “boyfriend” was the headmaster’s most recent afternoon delight.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco found the nearest chair and fell back into it. He wasn’t anticipating his father to be out so soon. He hadn’t prepared himself for this event. He felt numb inside.
“Draco,” Harry moved over and gently squeezed the Malfoy heir’s hand. “Let’s talk about this.”
“I … I’m …. he … fuck. Shit. Fuck. I can’t. We can’t. I … I have to go. I’m gonna be sick,” and in classic Malfoy fashion, he ran.
Severus and Harry stared after the pale Slytherin as he left the room. Harry turned, doe eyed looking to Snape, “What do I do?”
“He needs time and space. He needs to collect his thoughts. Why don’t you go to your quarters then check in on him in about an hour or so,” with that, Snape exited the room, his cloak moving fluidly as if it was an extension of his own body.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Draco, you can come out. I sent Potter to his quarters,” Snape stated in a cool, even tone.
Draco virtually jumped out of the shadows, clutching Severus tightly. Tears streaming down his face. “I’m not ready, I can’t,” Draco stammered. The blonde desperately began kissing the elder’s neckline, sucking, biting, trying so urgently to loose himself in the arms of Snape.
“Draco. Stop,” the velvety baritone declared. “I can’t let you do this. You must stop.”
“Severus, I need you,” Draco pleaded. His grey eyes searching the headmaster’s face for any sign of compassion. “Please, Severus.” Draco continued to tempt Snape’s flesh, moving his hands under the headmaster’s robes.
“Draco, you need to go. Now.” Snape pushed him out of the office, then slammed the door shut. The headmaster leaned against the back of the door, trying to compose himself. His heart ached for Draco. He wanted to comfort him, scoop him up in his arms, carry him to his bed, and kiss away his pain. But he knew that he could not play that role in Draco’s life anymore. Snape was alone again.