Touching the Untouchable

Author’s note: Fucking hell, I’m so sorry, you guys! I didn’t abandon the fic…not sure what happened, exactly, except that I got really busy.

With regards to the Pensieve debate, I think I figured it out (finally). Since Harry’s memories are still in the Pensieve, but he remembers them, in my world, the memories in the Pensieve are a copy. And yes, Harry could leave them in the Pensieve, but that means anyone else can look at them. And this is one particular memory that Harry doesn’t particularly want others to see, with good reason.

I also realize that I have just spent nine chapters on, basically, a 24-hour period (Friday night and Saturday). Chapter 9 is dedicated to Sunday, and then it starts to pick up after that. I wasn’t quite sure when I wanted this to end, but I definitely want some sort of resolution between Harry, Ron, and Hermione, which isn’t going to happen overnight. So anyway, bear with me a moment longer…
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Touching the Untouchable by Graballz Chapter 9 Sunday Plans


Compared to Friday night, Saturday night came and went in utter calm. Neville stopped by Ron and Hermione’s room to apologize for usurping their leadership of Gryffindor at lunch that day. They both gave him enthusiastic hugs, thanking him profusely for handling it such as he did; it couldn’t have been helped, but Neville certainly controlled (and kept to a minimum) the damage that had been done. The Longbottom boy left their room with burning ears and a smile that nearly split his face in two.

Harry spent the night in Draco’s room. After their romp in the shower, followed by a magnificent and filling dinner, both boys were rather worn out. The intimacy between them was still new and awkward; they did engage in an innocent snogging session before exchanging whispered “good night, love’s”. In spite of the day’s events, Harry cited the desire to hold Draco for the first time, since Draco had been holding him off and on all day. The blonde boy was caught off-guard, since his partners usually took their cues from him, never daring to inject what they wanted or preferred; he couldn’t resist teasing Harry into an adorable pout before readily agreeing. Draco curled up on his side, and Harry slipped one arm under his neck and the other about his waist, snuggling close. The sensation of being the teddy bear was a pleasant one for Draco, one he suspected he could get used to quite easily, and Harry gently squeezed his waist in contentment when Draco gave a small purr of satisfaction.

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True to their word, Tonks and Remus Flooed into Hogwarts at ten on the nose on Sunday morning. Albus was waiting for them in his office; greetings and warm hugs were exchanged. Tonks looked the same as she ever did, the pink hair no longer a shock to anyone who knew her, even with her status as an Auror. Remus, too, appeared unchanged except for a few paper cuts, testimony to his mountains of paperwork at the Order and three years’ worth of research that had gone into his ground-breaking dissertation.

He escorted them to the Hospital Wing, and the three of them met with Poppy Pomfrey. The school nurse seemed more hopeful, citing Minerva’s breathing had, in fact, eased overnight. It was still early yet to tell whether she would make a full recovery, but Remus held her hand and spoke to her quietly for about an hour. Minerva was the Transfigurations professor while Remus had taught Defense Against the Dark Arts. Tonks had been one of her students, but the Auror had never been fond of hospitals. She had planted a careful kiss on Minerva’s unresponsive cheek and backed out of the room, preferring to chat idly with Albus and Poppy while Remus did his thing. He was always much better at propriety, comfort, and quiet moments. Tonks preferred action, and too much talk of death or sadness made her edgy.

They took lunch in the Great Hall along with the rest of the students at Hogwarts, who were delighted that one of their former professors and his lovably quirky wife dropped by for an ‘unexpected’ visit. They knew little of why exactly Albus had owled them; his note had been brief, simply stating that Harry, Hermione, and Ron needed their expertise in the field of Psychology and would they be available to begin therapy immediately. It was a no-brainer; Albus could have just assumed the answer would be yes. Instead of sitting at the head table, Albus, Tonks, and Remus sat at the Gryffindor table opposite Ron and Hermione. It was a plan with a two-fold purpose; Tonks and Remus could observe first-hand the changes in the two, and if Harry showed up, (and that was a very large “if” considering that he had practically ordered the boy not to show up at the Great Hall last night, and Albus was fairly certain that the same would be true for today…but it never hurt to be prepared, just in case) Albus was sure the three of them could diffuse any fireworks. Ron and Hermione were in better spirits than the day before, but from the concerned glances that Tonks and Remus kept exchanging, they could tell that something was “off.”

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“Alright, Albus, spill it! What is going on with them? And when can we see Harry?” Tonks pounced on the Headmaster as soon as the three of them were back in his office. They sat, and Dumbledore began with the last question first.

“I think that you should see Harry right away; his memories of the incident are still in the Pensieve, and no, Nymphadora, you know as well as I do that we cannot look at them without his permission. That violates every oath you swore as an Auror and then some. However, I would like to bring him here, and perhaps he would allow you to see what happened. First, though, I take it you noticed the differences in Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger? I should mention that Ronald is the responsible party for Professor McGonagall’s current condition; he didn’t do it on purpose. He and Harry had just had what could qualify as a potential beginning for World War Three or Four, depending on how you count Voldemort,” Albus had refrained from telling them exactly how Minerva had been knocked unconscious with a broken neck so that it would not prejudice their first encounter with Ron. Both of them stared back at him with their jaws scraping the ground. Tonks’ pink spikes had just turned slightly white at the tips…a sure and telling sign that she had just been shocked practically out of her mind. Remus recovered his tongue first.

“I can’t say that surprises me, Albus, and at the same time, it shocks the hell out of me. I mean, I always knew Weasley had a temper, but still…that must have been one hell of a fight. I also noticed that Weasley and Hermione are finally officially together and about bloody time, if you ask me. Judging by Harry’s absence, I’d say that “it” is some sort of a contest between the two boys, with Hermione as the prize?” While he wasn’t completely correct, Remus had an astonishingly good insight and a “nose” (if you will) for the unspoken details.

Albus leaned back in his chair, folding his hands on the desk. He regarded both of them seriously before answering.

“Not quite, Remus,” he replied. Tonks was shocked to watch as a very slight pink color crept over the Headmaster’s cheeks. “I’ve had my theories for a while now, but yesterday they were just proven true. Ron is with Hermione, and that has absolutely no bearing on Harry. He isn’t interested in either of them; Ms. Granger is a lovely person, but she just isn’t Harry’s ‘type’. No girl is.” Nymphadora snorted in a way that was unbecoming of an Auror and a lady; but Tonks had never been concerned with being a lady.

“Good for him!” she exclaimed. “Girls are way too emotional and take everything too personally. Except for me, but I’m the exception to every rule, the fact that I’m taken already, notwithstanding,” Tonks smiled serenely at Albus, batting her eyelashes. Remus rolled his eyes and then threw his wife a loving grin. “Maybe he’ll find himself a level-headed bloke who won’t run off and cry every time Harry gets a little moody.”

“In time, I believe he will, but for right now, there are some very big issues confronting the three of them that I don’t think they can resolve without professional help, which is why I’ve called the two of you in. It is a matter of absolute gravity. Harry’s actions, were he anyone else, would warrant expulsion from Hogwarts, as well as Ron’s striking of Minerva McGonagall that has left her in a coma and fighting for her life. However, because they are who they are, and what they’ve been through, I am torn as to whether to implement a rule that does not take into account extenuating circumstances.” Albus held up his hand, silencing Remus. “No, I am not asking for your counsel in that matter…yet. I will not take any action until I am sure it is the right one. For now, I would like the two of you to meet with Ron, Hermione, and Harry separately. Once you have assessed the damage and come up with a plan of action, then I would be interested in your opinions on the matter of reprimand. Now, let us talk about scheduling.”

After ironing out a solid weekly plan, Albus sent an owl to Snape, requesting Harry’s presence in the office as soon as possible. When the Gryffindor arrived, he was excited to see Tonks and Remus, giving them big hugs. The mood quickly turned serious as Albus reminded Harry of his memories in the Pensieve, and he reluctantly gave the three of them permission to watch the ‘incident’, as long as they stopped viewing when Draco helped him up in the hallway. Harry sat with his hands covering his face, too ashamed to look up, while hot tears leaked through his fingers. It was easier to just let them see for themselves what he had done, rather than have to explain it. They would be able to see what he was thinking, and feeling, during those moments, much more clearly than any amount of explanation.

As soon as Draco hoisted the drunken boy to his feet, Albus put a stop to the memory. Tonks immediately went to Harry and wrapped her arms around him in an uncharacteristic gesture of gentle comfort, and he looked up, surprised that they didn’t hate him. Remus stayed seated, unsure of whether he should hug the boy also, given recent revelations. When Harry turned those large green eyes on him, though, he couldn’t help responding to the immediate fear of rejection he saw brimming. Remus hauled Harry to his feet, engulfing him in the type of ‘bear hug’ only a werewolf could give. Harry spelled his memories out of the Pensieve and said a round of good-byes.

When Tonks and Remus Flooed back home from Hogwarts later that afternoon, they were prepared for what lay ahead. They had watched those three children grow into the remarkable young people they were; a lot had happened, but Tonks and Remus were undaunted. The couple was utterly committed to their well-being, and therapy would start on Monday.

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Sunday morning found both boys awake, refreshed, and just downright cheerful. Draco woke first but didn’t move; he absorbed the sensations of Harry holding him and decided that it would most definitely be repeated at a later date. Finally he couldn’t stand not looking at Harry any longer, and he rolled over as smoothly as possible so that he was in Harry’s arms, face-to-face. The big green eyes stayed closed; his luscious lips were parted as he breathed in a calm rhythm. Draco marveled that, once again, Harry seemed so much more innocent and vulnerable while he slept and briefly wondered if the same effect was upon him while sleeping; Draco dismissed that thought abruptly. Malfoys do not appear vulnerable.

He slipped his hand discreetly down Harry’s bare chest to the quivering tent in his pajama pants. A broad grin drew over Draco’s face as he cupped the large erection gently, and he knew the perfect way to wake Harry up. He eased himself down the boy’s body until he was positioned at Harry’s crotch. Rather than try to take his pants off, Draco merely pulled the waistband down enough to free Harry’s morning wood. He kissed the tip, wrapping his long, slender fingers around the base, and began a very slow, very sensual pace; he took a little more of Harry’s cock into his mouth before pulling all the way out to the tip, and then down a little more. He felt Harry stirring slightly and angled his head as best he could to watch.

Harry’s body gave an involuntary shake, and he was still half asleep when he raised his hands to his own nipples, pinching them erotically. There was a glorious wetness around his cock, and Harry came to wakefulness to find that an amused pair of grey eyes, peeking out from under pale blonde hair, were watching him. The second thing he noticed was Draco’s skillful manipulations of his cock, and he huffed out an appreciative sigh.

“Guhh mrn-ng, bea-tful,” Draco repeated his greeting of the previous morning, muffled by Harry’s dick. Harry began to gasp as the rumblings in Draco’s throat assaulted his enveloped cock, and he pinched his nipples one more time before sliding his hands down to stroke that soft blonde hair.

“Oh, Merlin!” Harry sighed. His wet cock was suddenly exposed to the air as Draco raised his head and gave him a playfully indignant look.

“Draco. Not Merlin, Harry. I’m Draco,” he said with feigned offense. Harry’s hands tightened on Draco’s head as he tried to push the blonde back down.

“I know that, you prat! Now suck my cock!” Harry exclaimed, feeling a hardening sensation against his lower leg. He swiftly and carefully bent his leg enough to slide his foot up and down the stiffness in Draco’s pajama bottoms. Draco immediately thrusted against his foot, groaning in appreciation as he dropped his head back down to deep throat Harry’s cock, setting a faster pace. It was his first erection of the day, and Harry knew he wouldn’t last long with Draco’s soft mouth gliding up and down his member.

He rubbed his foot faster over Draco. Draco’s hips moved slightly as he sucked as hard as he could on Harry’s cock, hollowing his cheeks. Harry gripped the sheets, trying to concentrate on bringing Draco off first. He added a slight pressure to Draco’s cock, feeling the blonde hiss with anticipation. He had an idea of what would get the other boy off quickly, but he knew he would explode as well if Draco didn’t let up. He kept the sheets in a death grip with one hand and reached the other down to grip Draco’s chin, pulling him away from his groin while simultaneously rubbing his foot a little harder over Draco.

“You like that, don’t you?” Harry had no experience with ‘dirty talk’, but after feeling Draco’s cock respond to his earlier command made him want to test his theory. “Does that feel good, having my foot rub your hard cock? You want to come, don’t you? Mmmm, I love it when you come, Draco. In fact, I think I want to make you come right now!” Harry changed tactics, rolling Draco onto his back and shifting on top of the blonde. Draco’s eyes were half closed, opening only to protest the absence of stimulation, and widening when Harry pinned him to the bed, rubbing their erections together. “Oh, fuck, Draco, your cock is so HOT! God, I love it when you’re so hard like this! You like feeling mine, don’t you? Do you know why it’s hard? YOU MAKE IT THAT WAY!” Harry hissed into Draco’s ear, the frottage becoming more insistent and demanding. He knew the blonde was close. “That’s it, baby! Oh yeah, fuck yeah, Draco, you are SO fucking sexy! You like being under me, feeling my prick against yours! Yeah, you like it! Now, come for me!”

Draco’s eyes opened wide at Harry’s dirty talk, and he exploded on cue, digging his nails into the Gryffindor’s shoulder blades and raking them down his back to clutch his ass as he arched into Harry. Harry had aroused himself even further, and it felt like his mouth had had a life of its own, but when Draco grabbed his back, it was over for Harry. He bucked his hips into Draco, throwing his head back as he came all over Draco’s stomach. Harry barely succeeded in not falling on top of Draco as he flopped beside him. Draco didn’t move, still glassy-eyed in his post-orgasmic bliss. Normally he preferred to be in control, but Harry pinning him was hot…as long as it wasn’t all the time. But that mouth of his…Draco shuddered, wondering if he would rather have Harry’s mouth on his cock or if he’d rather hear Harry narrate during their sexual encounters. A smile played across his lips; maybe he’d just have to try both of those scenarios out.

“Fucking bloody hell, Harry, that was so amazing,” Draco mumbled, reaching a hand over and tousling Harry’s hair. Harry grunted in response, giving Draco a goofy grin. Draco recovered first; he had, after all, a bit more experience in the sexual department, and he Accio-ed his wand, casting a couple of Cleaning Charms on them both. He reached around Harry and pulled the waistband back up over the boy’s hips, and then called for a house-elf for breakfast…or lunch, rather. Soon after, Snape arrived yet again to inform them that Harry was being summoned to Dumbledore’s office.

Harry automatically went back to Slytherin after leaving the Headmaster’s office, though he knew he should be returning to Gryffindor. What the adults didn’t realize was that Harry had brought his Invisibility Cloak with him, shrunk and in his pocket, so he was able to sneak back into Draco’s room unobserved. He shook his head. He never would have guessed that he would be going back to Draco’s room, NEVER in a million years. And yet, here they were; and things just felt right.

He opened the door to Draco’s bedroom and slipped in, removing his cloak. Draco looked up at him from a piece of parchment, chewing his lip. Harry’s brow furrowed as he walked over to stand behind Draco, who was sitting at his desk, and read the letter over Draco’s shoulder.

My Darling Son,

Since your father has passed on, and you are now the Lord Malfoy, I need you to return home to Malfoy Manner next weekend to attend to some urgent business as the official man of the house. The Ministry’s paperwork just came through, and you will now need to return home a minimum of one weekend every three months in order to carry out your duties.

I have missed you more than words can say, and that is precisely why it must be this coming weekend that you shall attend. I look forward to seeing you, my handsome boy.

Your Mother,

Narcissa Malfoy
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Author’s note: I had a lot of trouble writing Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks. Not sure why, exactly, but I hope they were in character with what you guys think of them. And after reading a couple of stories with Harry’s dirty talk, I have decided that I’m addicted to it. (“Harry Potter and the Secret Keeper” by SlashPervert comes to mind…that’s a good one if you haven’t looked at it, btw!)


thrnbrooke—I answered your question in the first Author’s note. No idea if that’s how JKR sees it, but I decided that’s what worked best for my story. Thanks, though! And I am so sorry for the delay!


Yami—I’m glad you’re still here (although I wouldn’t blame you for leaving now! Lol) Although…now “Redeem Me” is over. *sad* Maybe that’s what happened; I got so caught up wondering about that story that I neglected my own…oops.


Night—Hi, and thanks for your review! You made a VERY good point, and your questions get answered in Chapter 10. I decided I couldn’t fit them into Chapter 9, so thank you for helping me put the finishing touches on 9 and start (and finish) 10! I hope you keep reading!