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His World Tumbled
Chapter Number/Total: 9/20
Chapter Title: His World Tumbled
Words: 2580 Words
Everything was dark around him and, at first, he thought he was alone. But then there were cold hands on him with long nails that dug into his skin sharply, making him cry out. Suddenly he saw the red snake-like eyes of Voldemort, right in front of him. The monster’s nails dug into his skin as Voldemort’s other hand ran down Harry's body. Harry screamed when he felt the monster touch him down there, the touch like fire against his skin. He screamed and struggled to get away, but nothing helped. Voldemort only gripped him tighter.
Draco was awakened as much by the elbow to his ribs as by the scream. He snarled and reached to grab the flailing man in bed with him, trying to pin him down and hold him still. "Potter," he snapped, "wake up!"
Harry felt more hands and he struggled harder, sobbing openly as he tried to get way. He needed to get away.
"Potter, it's me, Malfoy," Draco barked, straddling the man now, holding those flailing arms with both his hands and the other man's body beneath him.
Harry heard Malfoy's voice in the darkness and he struggled to open his eyes, gasping when he saw Voldemort's red eyes before he opened his own. He blinked away the tears as he looked up.
Draco couldn't tell if he was getting through to the other man. He didn't know why, but he did the only thing that occurred to him. He brought his mouth down on Potter's, kissing him.
Harry froze before he relaxed, feeling the tension leave his body with the kiss.
Draco felt Potter surrender to the kiss and pressed his tongue forward into the other man's mouth.
Harry opened his mouth a bit more, hesitantly sliding his tongue along Draco's.
"Mmm," Draco hummed into the kiss, tongue exploring the other man's mouth. He was still on top of Potter, and his now hardening cock was pressed to the other man's belly, his arse against the other man’s groin.
Harry wasn't even sure what was happening. One minute he was having a horrible nightmare and the next he was being kissed, his body pleasantly trembling.
Draco's hands were still gripping Potter's wrists but now that the other man was no longer struggling, he released them and began to run his hands down the underside of those arms to the man's body.
Harry moaned into the kiss, his hips lifting up gently as he leaned up to kiss him harder.
Draco shivered at the feel of the other man's erection brushing against his own balls. He deepened the kiss, lifting his own hips and sliding down enough that their cocks were pressed together.
Harry groaned when he felt his cock pressing against Draco, his body arching up again. He reached up and wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, kissing him until he had to pull back to breathe.
Draco didn't stop when the other man pulled back. He sucked and nipped on those lips and chin, grinding his cock against the other man.
Harry whimpered, tilting his head back and exposing his neck. It felt so good to be taken care of like this for once, instead of being used.
Draco continued on down Potter's neck, biting and sucking while his hands explored the man’s chest. He wasn't even aware of tracing the scar he had left there as his fingers trailed down the centre of the other man's body.
Harry's body tingled when he touched the scar, a low moan coming from him. "More, please," he whispered, wanting to come.
Draco's fingers continued downward. He paused for a moment, wrapping those long fingers around both their cocks and squeezing them together. Then he resumed rocking, now against Potter's cock in his hand.
Harry watched Draco's face as he moved, his own face scrunching up in pleasure. "Close," he gasped, reaching to touch his arm.
“Yes, come,” the blond gasped. Draco sped up his movements, twisting and squeezing their cocks together, and then he threw his head back, growling as he came.
Harry gripped his arm gently as he came, hard, a moment after him, his back arching with a cry.
Draco held their cocks, his hand and their bellies covered in their combined seed. He looked down in surprise at the other man.
Harry let his hand slip away as he looked back at Draco, swallowing. This was the second time this had happened, and Harry didn't know what to say.
Draco looked down between their bodies, gently releasing their softening cocks, and then back up to Potter. "You had a nightmare," he said, looking down at the other man.
"I'm sorry I woke you up," Harry said quietly.
Draco smirked then. "I'm not," he whispered.
Harry smiled a bit, the first real smile in a long time. "Yeah, I was lying ... I'm not all that sorry either ...."
Draco chuckled, rolling off the other man and onto his back, before Summoning his wand and casting Lavare to clean both of them.
Harry bit his lip before he moved close, resting his head on Draco's shoulder.
Draco raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.
"Was it time to get up anyway?" Harry asked, still shifting closer until he was completely comfortable against Draco.
"No, not yet," Draco said, strangely amused by the way Potter was pressing up against him. "Are you hungry?" he asked, remembering Potter hadn't eaten dinner the night before.
"A little," Harry replied, reaching to touch Draco's hair lightly. It felt just as soft as it looked.
Draco snapped his fingers. It actually took a couple tries before a sleepy-looking house-elf appeared. "I want breakfast now," he told it. The elf looked confused, blinking several times before saying, "Yes, Master," and disappearing again.
Harry closed his eyes as Draco spoke, not knowing why he felt better when he was like this with Draco. He didn't want to question it, though.
Draco lay there with the other man pressed against him. He should shove Potter away, but he didn't want to. He lay on the bed wondering about his own behaviour.
As they waited Harry ended up dozing off, softly snoring as he rested his hand on Draco's chest.
The house-elf reappeared with the breakfast tray and Draco gestured silently for the creature to set it down and leave. Then he turned his head to look at the man sleeping against him. "Potter?" he whispered.
Harry opened his eyes a bit, blinking at him. "Sorry," he whispered.
Draco nodded, shifting to sit up.
Harry leaned back a bit before he slowly sat up, leaning against the headboard.
Draco placed the breakfast tray between them, so that they both could reach it. He poured himself tea and gestured at the food. "Eat," he said.
Harry ate most of the food, stopping when he felt full. He lay back down with the sigh, carefully pushing the tray towards Draco to eat.
Draco ate too, but didn't even manage what Potter left. He did drink his tea and finished a scone. Finally he waved his wand, sending the tray back to the kitchen.
"Sleep again?" Harry asked hopefully.
Draco shrugged and lay down on his side facing Potter, looking at him.
"You don't have to stay with me if you're not sleepy," Harry said, watching him.
"Sleep if you like," Draco said, still lying there.
"Okay ... goodnight. Or good morning. Whatever it is." Harry shifted closer again, wanting to get back into the same position, but not knowing if Draco would want to.
Draco narrowed his eyes as the other man scooted closer but lay back anyway, letting him.
Harry rested his head on Draco's shoulder again with a smile.
Draco gave a huff but closed his own eyes, secretly enjoying the feeling of the other man pressed so close.
Harry was asleep within minutes.
***
Harry slowly woke up to a strange feeling. He felt warm and safe, and Harry honestly couldn't remember the last time he felt like that. When he opened his eyes he could tell that someone's arms were wrapped tightly around him. It took Harry a moment to remember that he was sleeping with Draco. Harry didn't move at first, but then slowly he shifted in his arms, gently resting his hand over Draco's.
The blond smiled softly in his sleep, squeezing Harry a little tighter.
Harry stroked his fingers over Draco's hand and closed his eyes again, wishing that things could always be as simple as this.
Draco woke with a start and realised things were not as usual in his world. Harry Potter was pressed, naked, against him and in Draco's arms. He blinked and looked down to see if the other man was awake.
Harry was awake, but his eyes were still closed as he continued to run his fingers over Draco's hand.
Draco watched the other man's face. Potter looked peaceful.
For some reason he felt as though someone was staring him down, so Harry opened his eyes, blushing a bit when he noticed that Draco was awake and staring. He stopped moving his fingers.
Draco stared down into those green eyes and wondered if he had ever really looked at Potter before. Or was it just that he had never seen him relaxed?
Harry could tell that Draco was thinking, but he didn't know what about. "What're you thinking ...?"
Draco shook his head, almost more to clear it than in answer. "This wasn't the plan," he said.
"What wasn't?" Harry asked.
"This," Draco said. "You are supposed to be my slave. It was revenge not ... affection."
"I ... I can't say that I want you to stop this ..." Harry paused, sighing softly. "I think we both need this."
"You think I need you?" Draco asked, arching an eyebrow.
"And I think I need you," Harry said "Strange as it sounds. We're bonded now. In this weird spell, but still. Whether you want to admit or not, we're both prisoners. We can either stick together or just continue hating each other which will eventually lead to our deaths. If we work together, we can do this."
Draco narrowed his eyes, going tense. "Caring about you will get me killed," he hissed. "And you will die no matter what I do." He moved to sit up then.
"But working together is slightly different. Like what you did for me. I was exhausted and you could've pushed me to do more, but you didn't. You gave me a Healing Potion and let me sleep under the covers. What he did won't be the last time, and you know that ... if we can just make it through those meetings ...." He trailed off, watching him. "If I get killed, do you die?"
Draco got out of bed, wrapping his arms around himself and frowning. "No, you are my slave, not my lover. It doesn't affect me the way it does you!” he snapped. Then he scowled back at the man. “Are you so thick you don't get that you have lost? That he is just toying with you until he decides to kill you?"
Harry slowly sat up, looking at him. "I know. I know I'm not going to live much longer. But if I can ask you for one thing, just one thing, Malfoy, can you do it for me?" Harry stopped, looking down at the bed. "Can you help make whatever time I have left okay? Just, I don't know. I know I'm not your lover or anything, but I just ...." He had to stop again, tears welling up in his eyes. "I never had anything like this before. And to know that this is all I'm ever going to have … I need it. Please?"
Draco stood gaping at Potter. The man was begging him, not to stop, but to ... what? Draco had sworn to himself that he would never let anyone get close to him again. It made him too vulnerable. It hurt too much when they died. And Potter? The Dark Lord would torture and kill Draco if he found out he was being nice to Potter. He looked away, unable to stand the pain and longing in those green eyes.
Harry looked down again when he saw Draco look away. That was even worse than a no. "It's all I ever wanted, you know. I mean, I've had people love me. I had a family that was like my own. But I never had anyone close to me. Someone who would hold me and we'd just ...." He trailed off again, lying down on the bed. "I'll see my mum and dad again. I hope. And Hermione and Ron and everyone else ..." he mumbled to himself.
Draco was shaking. It hurt. It actually hurt to hear Potter talk like that. He should be delighted that he had finally broken the man so badly that all he wanted was comfort from Draco. But it didn't feel good. Not at all. He should laugh in Potter's face and beat him. But he didn't. Instead he sat down on the bed and hung his head, breathing hard.
"And Sirius and Remus," Harry went on, turning to press his face into the pillow so that whatever names he said came out muffled.
Draco had a list of his own. He had lost everyone he had ever cared about in his life. He had even been forced to watch his own mother be killed. But he was not eager to join them. He wanted to live. He had found a way to please the Dark Lord and stay out of his way. Until Potter was captured.
Harry stopped mumbling to himself and, wrapping his arms around the pillow, pulled it close. He curled up a bit and stared at the sheets as thoughts of everything he didn't want to forget flew through his mind.
Draco looked over at the other man, curled around and crying into Draco's pillow. "I don't know how," he admitted.
"You did it already ..." Harry whispered, feeling like he’d worn himself out again.
"What is it you want from me?" Draco asked, sounding plaintive.
Harry looked at him for a long moment. "Come here, please ...."
Draco was trembling as he crawled back into the bed. He knew this was probably suicide. But Potter was right, he needed something more than what his life had become.
Harry waited until the other man lay down before he hesitantly moved close, getting into the same position they were in before, except with his head rested on Draco's chest instead.
Draco reached a shaking hand to rest across Potter's shoulders. His heart was beating fast.
Harry rested his hand on his stomach and let Draco's heartbeat lure him to sleep again. All he could think was that he was finally getting what he needed for the first time.
Draco lay there, stiff at first, but relaxing slowly as the man lying on him fell asleep again. He reached up and carefully touched that thick black hair, running his fingers through it. He was still a Slytherin, so while part of him had decided to give into the pleasure that Harry offered, he was also trying to figure out how to survive it. Severus had managed as a double agent for years. Draco had learned at lot from the man. He had been using those techniques to hide his loathing for Voldemort for years. But could he hide this?
Chapter Title: His World Tumbled
Words: 2580 Words
Everything was dark around him and, at first, he thought he was alone. But then there were cold hands on him with long nails that dug into his skin sharply, making him cry out. Suddenly he saw the red snake-like eyes of Voldemort, right in front of him. The monster’s nails dug into his skin as Voldemort’s other hand ran down Harry's body. Harry screamed when he felt the monster touch him down there, the touch like fire against his skin. He screamed and struggled to get away, but nothing helped. Voldemort only gripped him tighter.
Draco was awakened as much by the elbow to his ribs as by the scream. He snarled and reached to grab the flailing man in bed with him, trying to pin him down and hold him still. "Potter," he snapped, "wake up!"
Harry felt more hands and he struggled harder, sobbing openly as he tried to get way. He needed to get away.
"Potter, it's me, Malfoy," Draco barked, straddling the man now, holding those flailing arms with both his hands and the other man's body beneath him.
Harry heard Malfoy's voice in the darkness and he struggled to open his eyes, gasping when he saw Voldemort's red eyes before he opened his own. He blinked away the tears as he looked up.
Draco couldn't tell if he was getting through to the other man. He didn't know why, but he did the only thing that occurred to him. He brought his mouth down on Potter's, kissing him.
Harry froze before he relaxed, feeling the tension leave his body with the kiss.
Draco felt Potter surrender to the kiss and pressed his tongue forward into the other man's mouth.
Harry opened his mouth a bit more, hesitantly sliding his tongue along Draco's.
"Mmm," Draco hummed into the kiss, tongue exploring the other man's mouth. He was still on top of Potter, and his now hardening cock was pressed to the other man's belly, his arse against the other man’s groin.
Harry wasn't even sure what was happening. One minute he was having a horrible nightmare and the next he was being kissed, his body pleasantly trembling.
Draco's hands were still gripping Potter's wrists but now that the other man was no longer struggling, he released them and began to run his hands down the underside of those arms to the man's body.
Harry moaned into the kiss, his hips lifting up gently as he leaned up to kiss him harder.
Draco shivered at the feel of the other man's erection brushing against his own balls. He deepened the kiss, lifting his own hips and sliding down enough that their cocks were pressed together.
Harry groaned when he felt his cock pressing against Draco, his body arching up again. He reached up and wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, kissing him until he had to pull back to breathe.
Draco didn't stop when the other man pulled back. He sucked and nipped on those lips and chin, grinding his cock against the other man.
Harry whimpered, tilting his head back and exposing his neck. It felt so good to be taken care of like this for once, instead of being used.
Draco continued on down Potter's neck, biting and sucking while his hands explored the man’s chest. He wasn't even aware of tracing the scar he had left there as his fingers trailed down the centre of the other man's body.
Harry's body tingled when he touched the scar, a low moan coming from him. "More, please," he whispered, wanting to come.
Draco's fingers continued downward. He paused for a moment, wrapping those long fingers around both their cocks and squeezing them together. Then he resumed rocking, now against Potter's cock in his hand.
Harry watched Draco's face as he moved, his own face scrunching up in pleasure. "Close," he gasped, reaching to touch his arm.
“Yes, come,” the blond gasped. Draco sped up his movements, twisting and squeezing their cocks together, and then he threw his head back, growling as he came.
Harry gripped his arm gently as he came, hard, a moment after him, his back arching with a cry.
Draco held their cocks, his hand and their bellies covered in their combined seed. He looked down in surprise at the other man.
Harry let his hand slip away as he looked back at Draco, swallowing. This was the second time this had happened, and Harry didn't know what to say.
Draco looked down between their bodies, gently releasing their softening cocks, and then back up to Potter. "You had a nightmare," he said, looking down at the other man.
"I'm sorry I woke you up," Harry said quietly.
Draco smirked then. "I'm not," he whispered.
Harry smiled a bit, the first real smile in a long time. "Yeah, I was lying ... I'm not all that sorry either ...."
Draco chuckled, rolling off the other man and onto his back, before Summoning his wand and casting Lavare to clean both of them.
Harry bit his lip before he moved close, resting his head on Draco's shoulder.
Draco raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.
"Was it time to get up anyway?" Harry asked, still shifting closer until he was completely comfortable against Draco.
"No, not yet," Draco said, strangely amused by the way Potter was pressing up against him. "Are you hungry?" he asked, remembering Potter hadn't eaten dinner the night before.
"A little," Harry replied, reaching to touch Draco's hair lightly. It felt just as soft as it looked.
Draco snapped his fingers. It actually took a couple tries before a sleepy-looking house-elf appeared. "I want breakfast now," he told it. The elf looked confused, blinking several times before saying, "Yes, Master," and disappearing again.
Harry closed his eyes as Draco spoke, not knowing why he felt better when he was like this with Draco. He didn't want to question it, though.
Draco lay there with the other man pressed against him. He should shove Potter away, but he didn't want to. He lay on the bed wondering about his own behaviour.
As they waited Harry ended up dozing off, softly snoring as he rested his hand on Draco's chest.
The house-elf reappeared with the breakfast tray and Draco gestured silently for the creature to set it down and leave. Then he turned his head to look at the man sleeping against him. "Potter?" he whispered.
Harry opened his eyes a bit, blinking at him. "Sorry," he whispered.
Draco nodded, shifting to sit up.
Harry leaned back a bit before he slowly sat up, leaning against the headboard.
Draco placed the breakfast tray between them, so that they both could reach it. He poured himself tea and gestured at the food. "Eat," he said.
Harry ate most of the food, stopping when he felt full. He lay back down with the sigh, carefully pushing the tray towards Draco to eat.
Draco ate too, but didn't even manage what Potter left. He did drink his tea and finished a scone. Finally he waved his wand, sending the tray back to the kitchen.
"Sleep again?" Harry asked hopefully.
Draco shrugged and lay down on his side facing Potter, looking at him.
"You don't have to stay with me if you're not sleepy," Harry said, watching him.
"Sleep if you like," Draco said, still lying there.
"Okay ... goodnight. Or good morning. Whatever it is." Harry shifted closer again, wanting to get back into the same position, but not knowing if Draco would want to.
Draco narrowed his eyes as the other man scooted closer but lay back anyway, letting him.
Harry rested his head on Draco's shoulder again with a smile.
Draco gave a huff but closed his own eyes, secretly enjoying the feeling of the other man pressed so close.
Harry was asleep within minutes.
***
Harry slowly woke up to a strange feeling. He felt warm and safe, and Harry honestly couldn't remember the last time he felt like that. When he opened his eyes he could tell that someone's arms were wrapped tightly around him. It took Harry a moment to remember that he was sleeping with Draco. Harry didn't move at first, but then slowly he shifted in his arms, gently resting his hand over Draco's.
The blond smiled softly in his sleep, squeezing Harry a little tighter.
Harry stroked his fingers over Draco's hand and closed his eyes again, wishing that things could always be as simple as this.
Draco woke with a start and realised things were not as usual in his world. Harry Potter was pressed, naked, against him and in Draco's arms. He blinked and looked down to see if the other man was awake.
Harry was awake, but his eyes were still closed as he continued to run his fingers over Draco's hand.
Draco watched the other man's face. Potter looked peaceful.
For some reason he felt as though someone was staring him down, so Harry opened his eyes, blushing a bit when he noticed that Draco was awake and staring. He stopped moving his fingers.
Draco stared down into those green eyes and wondered if he had ever really looked at Potter before. Or was it just that he had never seen him relaxed?
Harry could tell that Draco was thinking, but he didn't know what about. "What're you thinking ...?"
Draco shook his head, almost more to clear it than in answer. "This wasn't the plan," he said.
"What wasn't?" Harry asked.
"This," Draco said. "You are supposed to be my slave. It was revenge not ... affection."
"I ... I can't say that I want you to stop this ..." Harry paused, sighing softly. "I think we both need this."
"You think I need you?" Draco asked, arching an eyebrow.
"And I think I need you," Harry said "Strange as it sounds. We're bonded now. In this weird spell, but still. Whether you want to admit or not, we're both prisoners. We can either stick together or just continue hating each other which will eventually lead to our deaths. If we work together, we can do this."
Draco narrowed his eyes, going tense. "Caring about you will get me killed," he hissed. "And you will die no matter what I do." He moved to sit up then.
"But working together is slightly different. Like what you did for me. I was exhausted and you could've pushed me to do more, but you didn't. You gave me a Healing Potion and let me sleep under the covers. What he did won't be the last time, and you know that ... if we can just make it through those meetings ...." He trailed off, watching him. "If I get killed, do you die?"
Draco got out of bed, wrapping his arms around himself and frowning. "No, you are my slave, not my lover. It doesn't affect me the way it does you!” he snapped. Then he scowled back at the man. “Are you so thick you don't get that you have lost? That he is just toying with you until he decides to kill you?"
Harry slowly sat up, looking at him. "I know. I know I'm not going to live much longer. But if I can ask you for one thing, just one thing, Malfoy, can you do it for me?" Harry stopped, looking down at the bed. "Can you help make whatever time I have left okay? Just, I don't know. I know I'm not your lover or anything, but I just ...." He had to stop again, tears welling up in his eyes. "I never had anything like this before. And to know that this is all I'm ever going to have … I need it. Please?"
Draco stood gaping at Potter. The man was begging him, not to stop, but to ... what? Draco had sworn to himself that he would never let anyone get close to him again. It made him too vulnerable. It hurt too much when they died. And Potter? The Dark Lord would torture and kill Draco if he found out he was being nice to Potter. He looked away, unable to stand the pain and longing in those green eyes.
Harry looked down again when he saw Draco look away. That was even worse than a no. "It's all I ever wanted, you know. I mean, I've had people love me. I had a family that was like my own. But I never had anyone close to me. Someone who would hold me and we'd just ...." He trailed off again, lying down on the bed. "I'll see my mum and dad again. I hope. And Hermione and Ron and everyone else ..." he mumbled to himself.
Draco was shaking. It hurt. It actually hurt to hear Potter talk like that. He should be delighted that he had finally broken the man so badly that all he wanted was comfort from Draco. But it didn't feel good. Not at all. He should laugh in Potter's face and beat him. But he didn't. Instead he sat down on the bed and hung his head, breathing hard.
"And Sirius and Remus," Harry went on, turning to press his face into the pillow so that whatever names he said came out muffled.
Draco had a list of his own. He had lost everyone he had ever cared about in his life. He had even been forced to watch his own mother be killed. But he was not eager to join them. He wanted to live. He had found a way to please the Dark Lord and stay out of his way. Until Potter was captured.
Harry stopped mumbling to himself and, wrapping his arms around the pillow, pulled it close. He curled up a bit and stared at the sheets as thoughts of everything he didn't want to forget flew through his mind.
Draco looked over at the other man, curled around and crying into Draco's pillow. "I don't know how," he admitted.
"You did it already ..." Harry whispered, feeling like he’d worn himself out again.
"What is it you want from me?" Draco asked, sounding plaintive.
Harry looked at him for a long moment. "Come here, please ...."
Draco was trembling as he crawled back into the bed. He knew this was probably suicide. But Potter was right, he needed something more than what his life had become.
Harry waited until the other man lay down before he hesitantly moved close, getting into the same position they were in before, except with his head rested on Draco's chest instead.
Draco reached a shaking hand to rest across Potter's shoulders. His heart was beating fast.
Harry rested his hand on his stomach and let Draco's heartbeat lure him to sleep again. All he could think was that he was finally getting what he needed for the first time.
Draco lay there, stiff at first, but relaxing slowly as the man lying on him fell asleep again. He reached up and carefully touched that thick black hair, running his fingers through it. He was still a Slytherin, so while part of him had decided to give into the pleasure that Harry offered, he was also trying to figure out how to survive it. Severus had managed as a double agent for years. Draco had learned at lot from the man. He had been using those techniques to hide his loathing for Voldemort for years. But could he hide this?