The Rebellion

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A/N Edited: 4-13-09

Chapter 9: Hell breaks loose.

The door of Harry and Draco's room opened, and Draco looked up from his chair by the fire at Harry walking over the threshold. Draco noticed he looked tired and drawn. 'No doubt having to deal with that Skeeter bint', Draco thought. Draco would have just as soon hexed the blond bitch as to look at her, but he knew that the results would be worth it.

"Did you get through the interview ok"? Draco enquired.

"Yea, but she asked some of the most personal questions, which I pointed out, had nothing to do with what the public should know. I kept it only to what we had discussed a while ago". Harry said, as he fell on the bed. He took off his glasses, lay back against the headboard, looked over at Draco, and he tiredly rubbed both his eyes with the palms of his hands. "Stupid glasses, I'm needing them changed, I think. I'm starting to get headaches, and I can't see as well as I should".

"You should maybe see about getting a healer to fix them or something". Draco pointed out, got up from his seat, and made over his way to sit beside Harry.

"I've been thinking about contact lenses to be honest". Harry muttered.

"Contact what"? Draco questioned, looking quite bewildered.

"Oh, contact lenses are small plastic lenses that you apply to the front of the natural lenses of your eye. They correct your vision just like a pair of glasses does. They can be hard to get used to, or so I've heard. I may look into them before I go back to Hogwarts, I’m not sure".

"Well those glasses do make you look like a book worm". Draco grinned, but held his hand up so Harry wouldn't protest. "The main thing is though, have you ever wondered what you would do if you lost your glasses in the middle of a fight, especially Voldemort? That's why you really need to get rid of them, though I accept you just the way you are".

At this, Harry looked at Draco for several moments, and then leant over and kissed him. The kiss went on to a heated session, where hands started to roam all over. Draco moved over, straddling Harry's hips, their tongues battling for control, and their hands in each other’s hair. Harry moved his hands down, letting them move across Draco's shoulders, and on down his arched back. Finally, coming to the hem of Draco shirt, Harry ran his hands underneath, while feeling the hot, smooth, skin there. Draco reached down and began to unbutton Harry's shirt as fast as his shaking hands would move. Once it was free, Draco broke the kiss, dropped his head down to kiss Harry's neck, across his collarbone, and onto his chest. Once Draco made it to Harry's right nipple, he took it into his mouth, and slightly mashed it between tightened lips, making it pertly stick up. Harry reared his head back with a moan, and bucked up into Draco, making their erections brush together. Draco moved across Harry’s chest to his left nipple, and gave it the same treatment. Harry was in seventh heaven. Nothing Cho had done had ever done came close to this. Of course, the most they ever had together, was several soggy snogs. While Draco was laving his attention on Harry's left nipple, Harry began undoing the fastener on Draco's trousers. Once he got it loose, he undid the fly, and released the tension that had been holding back Draco's aching cock. Harry then ran his hand up and down its length, feeling its hardness through Draco's boxers. Draco couldn't stand it anymore; he broke the suction on Harry’s nipple, and gave Harry another steaming kiss. When they finally broke apart, Draco looked into Harry's lust filled green eyes.

"Harry, I want you to make love to me". Draco moaned out, never letting his attention be taken away from looking at Harry.

Harry thought on this for a moment. "Draco, that's what we've been doing here isn't it, making love"?

Draco shook his head, "No Harry, I want to have sex, and I want you to take me".

Harry froze for a moment, and built up what nerve he could muster. "Uh, uh, Draco, I've never, what do you say, done "IT" before". Explained Harry, while placing an emphasis on the word it.

"I have done it once, and I would like you to be my only other". Draco whispered in Harry's ear, and lightly bit the lobe, then tugged on it.

Harry groaned and thought about it a bit. Oh, he really wanted to do it, there was no doubt. Then, a highly jealous feeling went over him, one like he had never felt before. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who, who was it"?

Draco gulped. He was at first worried by Harry's reaction, until it hit him that Harry was jealous. Jealous, not of him, but over him, and this made Draco feel one hundred percent better. "Harry, it was Blaise Zambini. I was pretty drunk, and he talked me into it one night. After it was over, the next day I felt awful, as I had always wanted you to be my first. It's been you ever since I ever thought about having sex, and when I knew I was gay. I don't want anyone else to tip me but you".

"What about Parkinson"? Harry asked.

"Harry, she was my cover to keep my family from finding out that I was gay. I would have gagged if I tried to do something with the pug-faced slut". Draco calmly stated.

Harry thought again for a minute, and then quickly rolled Draco over on his back. Harry was on top of Draco so fast that it made his head swim. "You’re mine Draco Malfoy, and you remember that. I don't like to share, and I don't share when it comes to this. I will also never let anyone touch me, like you do, so I'm yours". Harry then bent down and snogged Draco breathless.

The foreplay went on from there, as they had both removed their clothes, and were staring at each others bodies, letting their minds work overtime about what they wanted to do to each other.

Finally, when it came to the point of no return, Harry asked, "Draco, you'll have to show me what to do, because I never want to hurt you. I've never done it, or went this far before. I've heard it hurts girls the first time, but I don't know about boys".

"Harry, I won't lie. Yes, it hurts the first time, in both for that matter, but not for the same reason. Boys don't have a cherry, or better known as the hymen. It actually bursts on a girls first time. A boy only has a small entrance, and you’re going to be putting something at least four times the size into it. Also, boys don't get wet like girls do, so we need lubrication. Plus, boys have to be prepared by being stretched. You do that with your fingers, starting with one, and then adding another until it's loose enough to enter. Really, that's about all there is to it. Do you want to try and prepare me"? Draco asked, while wagging his eyebrows at Harry.

Harry moaned, "There’s no lubricant, so do you know any spells to conjure some"?

"Lubricous is the spell Harry, just point your wand at my entrance, or at the palm of your hand, and say the spell". Draco explained.

Harry just raised his hand and cupped it, as he thought of an oily substance, and the word lubricous. Right before their eyes, Harry’s hand had a puddle of oil in it. Draco's eyes bugged at this, as he quickly pulled both legs back, bringing his knees to his chest.

"Go slow Harry, just one finger first. I'll let you know when to add another". Draco explained with a heavy breath, and was starting to pant with anticipation.

Harry did as he was told, and slowly inserted one oily finger. Draco moaned at the feel of it, as it had been so long. He closed his eyes, trying to relax, as Harry started to pump the first finger in and out, hitting Draco's prostate the first time. Draco reflexively arched his back, and let out a long moan.

"Like that do you"? Harry asked with a grin.

"Oh GOD yes, you just hit my prostate, and it feels one hundred times better when you hit that spot". Draco moaned out. "You can add another, and start scissoring them after you do, so you’re stretching me".

Harry did as he was told, watching Draco for any pain. Finally, Draco had Harry add a third finger, and afterwards he gave a nod that Harry could stop.

"Ok, Harry, I'm ready. Use the rest of the oil to slick yourself with, and go slowly as you push inside". Draco explained through panting breaths.

Harry positioned himself between Draco's legs and aligned himself with the blond’s entrance. He slowly pushed inside while holding onto Draco's shoulders, and looked into his eyes for any sign of pain. Finally, Harry sunk his full length inside, shaking at the feel of the tight warmth around him. He held back from moving for a moment, waiting until Draco had settled, and nodded for him to move. Harry pulled out to where just the head of his aching cock was barely inside, and slid back into the silky warm depths. Harry's eyes almost rolled back in his head at the exquisite feel of being inside Draco. He never dreamed it could feel this good, and he moaned as a tingle went up his spine. 'Why have I waited this long', Harry thought? He then got somewhat of a rhythm going, and finally hit the right spot, as Draco again, arched off the bed with a loud moan. Harry took the hint, and began trying to hit the same spot over and over by adjusting his angle. Draco was writhing under Harry now, and their speed was increasing.

The sex went on for some time, as slick, sweaty, bodies now moved together, and Harry's balls slapped quickly against Draco's bum. Draco had his arms and legs wrapped around Harry, while holding on for the ride of his life. It seemed to Draco that Harry was made to fit him perfectly, and was just the right size to fit him. Harry bent down and gave Draco a long wet kiss, and then he moved to his neck where he started to nibble at the pale flesh. Harry seemed to be able to tell that Draco was close to cumming. Harry released Draco’s shoulder, and raised himself up on his other elbow. He then reached between them, grabbed Draco's cock, and began to stroke it in rhythm with their frantic pounding bodies. After about two minutes of pulling on Draco’s hard flesh, Draco arched up, and gave a great cry, shouting out Harry's name as cum splattered between them. Harry felt Draco tighten all around him, and he couldn't hold it any longer. After two more hard thrusts forward, Harry buried himself inside Draco, came hard, and shouted out Draco's name in return.

Now finished, Harry found he couldn't hold himself up anymore, as he was just so tired. He slumped forward, lying across Draco, and was spent from the hard fucking he just gave his 'boyfriend', Harry thought? Finally, after catching his breath, Harry slowly allowed his limp cock to slip from within Draco. He seemed to have a feeling of great loss with this. Harry rolled himself over to the side of Draco, and looked at the beautiful blond beside him.

"My God, that was the greatest thing that has ever happened to me"! Harry exclaimed. "Never, will I want anyone else, never. Draco, I don't care what anyone says; I'll never leave your side, no matter what. I just hope you consider me your boyfriend, as that's all I want, and has been now since we've been here at the Leaky Cauldron". Harry explained, as he reached over, and started rubbing circles on Draco's shoulder.

Draco finally got enough energy to look at Harry, the very Harry that he had always wanted, and now he had him. It made Draco’s heart tighten just to think about it. "I hope you think of me as your boyfriend, as that's what I've been wanting for now for a few years. I also will never leave your side again, no matter what. You’re mine Harry Potter, and don't forget it"! Draco exclaimed, kissed him, and finished with a grin. Shakily, Draco reached for his wand, and cast a cleaning charm on both of them.

Harry scooted over against Draco, wrapped his arm around him, and brought Draco's head to rest on his chest. "I think we both need rest, after that extended bit of exercise, don't you"?

Draco nodded and muttered out, "I'm in love with you Harry, and I have been for a long time".

Harry rubbed the top of Draco's head, letting the thin blond strands of hair fall through his fingers. "Draco, something has always drawn us together. I think we both loved each other, and just never understood it. I feel the same as you do, and I love you too". With that, Harry snuggled down into his pillow, holding Draco close to him, and they fell asleep.


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The Next Morning:


"Master Draco, wake up! Wake up master Draco, Nod be seeing that you get up"! Nod exclaimed, as he shook Draco's leg where it hang over the side.

"Whazup, wha"? Draco answered, as he sat slowly up, and untangled himself from Harry.

"Mrs. Petunia said for Nod to wake you up, master Draco, as it's nine in the morning". Nod said, as he continued shaking Draco's leg.

"Ok, ok, I'm getting up". Draco grumbled, as he swung his legs over the side, and yawned. He looked at the clock, and saw that it was actually a quarter nine. "Nod, did you get today's Daily Prophet"?

"Yes, master Draco sir, Nod got the Daily Prophet, and brought you some tea sir. I is to let Mrs. Petunia know that you is awake. Is Nod free to tell her master Draco"?

"Yes Nod, you may tell her. Please, let her know to give us about a half hour, then she can come over". Draco muttered to the little house elf.

"Thank you master Draco, if you be needing Nod, let Nod know sir". With that, Nod snapped his fingers, and disappeared.

Draco turned and jerked the duvet back away from Harry, who was still sound asleep, and shook Harry gently by the shoulder, "Harry wake up, it going on half nine, the Prophet's here, and the tea's on the table".

Harry set up slowly, feeling around for his glasses, and Draco slipped them over his nose. "Well, let's see what kind of a mess I have stirred up, shall we"? Harry muttered, as he stood up and stretched.

Both walked over to the table, made their tea, took a seat, and were ready to see what Rita Skeeter had printed. Draco scooted his chair close to Harry's so they could both view the paper.

After taking his first sip of tea, Harry slid the paper over to Draco. "You read it Draco, my eyes haven't really focused yet".

Draco unrolled the paper and took in the front page, which he expected would have been the article. "Harry Potter reveals all, an exclusive by Rita Skeeter". Draco announced, as he started to read it for Harry.



The Daily Prophet

HARRY POTTER REVEALS ALL!

Dear readers, I had an opportunity to have a private interview with our Mr. Potter yesterday, and he has blown the lid off several things, along with what he thought of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named coming back to haunt us again. The first question that I asked Mr. Potter was what he thought of the ministry now, after they tried to make him look as a liar, and a lunatic, in the eyes of every wizard, and witch, in Britain.

"Well Mrs. Skeeter, it was to be expected, with how the Ministry of Magic is corrupted from the minister himself, right on down, including the Wizengamot, and the department of Magical Law Enforcement. Don't get me wrong, there are a few that I know, that aren't corrupt, but a good majority of them are. From taking bribes, to being death eaters themselves, it's terrible.

"When I was accused of doing underage magic, just for the fun of it, last year, it was nothing but a setup that was conducted by none other that Delores Umbridge, Minister Fudge, and a few others. I, myself, saw Lucius Malfoy give Fudge a bag of galleons right after the trial, and he was sneering at Fudge because their plan didn't work. They wanted to take me out of the picture, because I told the truth about Voldemort. We all know now that Lucius Malfoy is in Azkaban for being a death eater, and breaking into the Department of Mysteries. None other than Delores Umbridge herself sent the Dementors, which were sent to Little Whinging, Surrey. I have recorded memories of her meeting with Lucius Malfoy, which can be viewed in any pensive, at any time. I may just arrange a public viewing of their meeting, and of Fudge accepting the sack of galleons from Lucius Malfoy".

Well Mr. Potter, I hope you do let us all see this when you’re ready. I for one am excited, and would love to follow up on what will happen afterwards. I then asked Mr. Potter, why he doesn't fear calling He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named by what he does now.

"Mrs. Skeeter, fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself. I'm not even calling him by his real name, nor is he any lord. The lord part is only a self-proclaimed title he came up with, and the name Lord Voldemort is a sorry excuse for a name at that.

"Lord Voldemort is an anagram, or actually 'I am Lord Voldemort' is. This, I learned from a memory, hidden in a diary that was slipped into Hogwarts by Lucius Malfoy in our second year. This pathetic memory was of Voldemort when he was about sixteen, and would have still been at Hogwarts as a student when it was made. The anagram stands for Tom Marvolo Riddle, his real name that he told me himself.

"Lucius Malfoy slipped that diary into Ginny Weasley’s cauldron, while we were inside Florish and Blott's, before we caught the train that year. He knew that the memory would try to take over the reader and possess them. It did exactly that, and forced Ginny to open the Chamber of Secrets, thus allowing a basilisk entrance to the school to attack the children. I destroyed the diary, and basilisk, with the help of Ron Weasley. This memory Riddle almost killed Ginny, and was draining her of her power, so he could come back. That made the third time I stopped the bastard since I was one year old. I can provide pensieve memories of all this too.

"Yes you heard correctly, I called him a bastard, because he is one, literally. His mother was Merope Gaunt, one of the last of the line of Salazar Slytherin. Her father was Marvolo Gaunt, and she also had a brother named Morphin. I saw some old wizard photos of them together, and what a pitiful site they were. Neither of the three looked like they had had a bath in years. Merope, who was the cleanest, looked at the camera with one eye looking to the right, and the other to the left. She still looked better than her brother and father, who actually reminded me of two apes. Their arms were too long for their bodies, and they both had the screwed up eyes.

“I studied their line from a family tree, and saw what the cause of this was. They married first cousins all throughout their line, and there were even a few cases of a brother marrying a sister. They were so inbred; it deformed them, making them quite unstable, and insane. I read an old note, in the family lineage book I was viewing, that said Morphin was put in Azkaban along with Marvolo. They both died within a few years or so of each other, if I recall correctly.

"Tom's mother at that time landed herself a muggle by the name of Tom Riddle Sr. That's right, this so called lord is nothing more than a half-blood, just like me, and a large number of other wizards and witches. There's no so-called pureblood to him, and never was. Merope Gaunt died at birth, because her death date was his birth date in the book. He was placed in a muggle orphanage, where he was reared, until he got his letter from Hogwarts. Albus Dumbledore went to retrieve Tom from the orphanage, and he was who brought Tom into our world. Tom’s muggle father wouldn't claim him, and never looked for him, thus, he never knew his father, and he's a bastard.

"While Tom was still young, around sixteen, he went to visit his father. When he went to his home, he found Tom Sr. along with his grandparents. What a reunion it was too, as Tom Jr. murdered all three of them. I guess he was afraid that it would get out about his bloodline, since he was so ashamed of it. Shame that, as he admitted his name in front of Peter Pettigrew, and myself, when he was brought back into a human form after the Tri-Wizard Tournament. He of course admitted this before his death eater flunkies could get there, or before he summoned them".

I didn't know what to think of this at the time, so I did some investigation on these very accusations. I found Mr. Potter did have his facts correct in all accounts. Both of the Gaunt men were imprisoned at one time. Marvolo, the father, was arrested for fighting ministry employees, and Morphin for using magic in front of, and on, muggles. Marvolo got several months in Azkaban, and Morphin, three years. Marvolo died shortly after coming home from being released, and Morphin died in Azkaban. I then took it upon myself to ask Mr. Potter if he could tell me who all was there, at the so-called 'inner circle', right after the tournament.

"Why yes, Mrs. Skeeter, I can. There was Lucius Malfoy, who was bowing, and bootlicking at Tom's shoes. There were also in attendance, Theodore Nott's father, Nott Sr., Vincent Crabbe's father, Crabbe Sr., Gregory Goyle's father, Goyle Sr., and Walden Macnair, the ministries glorified bug exterminator. Barty Crouch Jr. was back at Hogwarts, and was pretending to be Alastor Moody by using Polyjuice potion. There were others, but they were all masked, so I didn't know who they were. I did hear Voldemort talk about the Lestrange's, all three of them, and he was talking about what a pity it was that they were in Azkaban.

“Let's not forget about the little sniveling coward, Peter Pettigrew, who sold out my parents, and framed my Godfather, Sirius Black. The same Sirius Black, who was railroaded by the ministry, never given a fair trial, and then thrown directly into Azkaban. Sirius went into hiding after his escape, while Fudge tried to accuse him of every crime that was happening around Britain. I knew it wasn't him, as I knew where he was in hiding, and I’ve just been biding my time to prove him innocent. The same Sirius Black, who fought the death eaters in the Department of Mysteries, and was killed by his cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange.

"I overheard Voldemort say he would break out the Lestrange’s, along with the others. I also overheard him say that he would take over the Dementors and use them against us. I tried to tell Fudge this, but he ignored me, and tried to say I was lying. He had Barty Crouch Jr. receive the kiss from a Dementor, while he was still held inside Hogwarts, just to keep him from telling the truth"!

Dear readers, I really don't know what to say about these revelations. I think that Minister Fudge, and Delores Umbridge, should be taken into custody, and brought before a hearing of the Wizengamot. Anyone, who is in the least bit connected to either party, should be distrusted, and held away at an arms length when it comes to our ministry.

I then asked what Mr. Potter’s thoughts were about the actions of the ministry, and what our citizens are doing to help stop all of this, or to combat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

"Mrs. Skeeter, I think they're all a pitiful lot. The ministry is so corrupt, they try to hide everything, and sweep it under the rug. They haven't done anything except try to shut me up since Voldemort has been back. The only time they acted was when they were forced to, and that’s after I had to take matters into my own hands to stop Voldemort and his cronies.

"The public, except a very rare few, are nothing but a bunch of cowards. They would rather hide, and ask a sixteen-year-old boy to fight their war for them. Well, I have a personal message for them. If they don't pull their heads out of their arse’s, and help fight and finance the war against Voldemort, I will not lift another finger to help them. I've fought enough, and I'll let Voldemort murder every damn one of them, if they don't get some nerve, and stand up for themselves. I've personally had it with the public, as one minute they're calling me a liar or mentally unstable, and the next time, they're calling me the 'chosen one', and claiming they're all on my side. I haven't forgotten what they've done, or how they've gone against me like the changing of the tide. I'm giving everyone one month to rally up to fight, and clean out the ministry, or I will walk, and they’ll never hear from again. I'll sit back and watch them all fall, as I live my life for a change".

This dear reader has really changed me. I pushed for this piece to be printed today, on the front page, at great disregard for my safety, and that of the papers. I hope all you readers will take the hint, and stand up for what’s right. I can tell you now, that Mr. Potter is dead serious about everything he has said.

Finally, I asked Mr. Potter what he was going to do, if everyone finally did stand up to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and his insane followers.

"When I run across Tom Riddle Jr. again, I will not take any pity on him, nor will I let others tell me what 'Light' spells I must use to defeat him. I intend to punish him publicly, and do it before his toadies. Then I will most definitely kill him, and never raise a sweat in thinking about it after the fact. I will see to it that he pays for my parents, my Godfather, Cedric Diggory, and every other man, woman, and child that he has murdered, or caused harm. I will make him wish he were never born, before I snuff out his life with the flick of my wand, and I’ll never bat an eyelid in doing it.

"When I do get hold of Peter Pettigrew, he will meet the same fate, as will Bellatrix Lestrange. I will make them beg for mercy, and I’ll give them double of the same pain, before I send them to hell where they belong".

The last question I asked Mr. Potter was the simplest one, and I received a simple answer. I asked Harry Potter if the rumors were true, and if he was in fact, the 'Chosen One'.

"Yes, Mrs. Skeeter, I am".

That's it my readers, our Harry Potter has grown up, and he's out for blood. He has taken all he is going to take from both sides, and I have to agree with him. He was raised to not even know that he was a wizard, until he received his Hogwarts letter, and he was hoping for a better future when he entered our world. What has he seen since then? He has been hunted and haunted by Voldemort, and his insane followers, every year, for five years now. We have turned our back on him several times, only to be proven wrong, time and time again. If our readers, and our ministry, do not get to work, we will loose the only hope we have. I suggest everyone think long and hard where his or her loyalties lie after today.

Reported by Mrs. Rita Skeeter



"Well Harry, that's it, so what do you think"? Draco drawled with a huge smirk.

"It could have been better, I thought. They could have also used a better picture, since they didn't take a new one. The important thing is, that I discredited Voldemort, and hopefully, I will get people off their arse’s, and into cleaning up the mess that they've let happen over the last sixty years". Harry remarked.

"Harry, this article will most definitely cause all Hell to break loose. I think it's time that we get moved today, and see to it that your aunt gets settled in. We still need to go next door and get her for breakfast. So, what say you do that, while I get Nod to get our breakfast? I think a full English breakfast will do well this morning, since I'm in a wonderful mood". Draco said with a happy tint to his voice.

"What are you so chipper about this morning"? Harry asked, with a half-grin himself, as he got up to go get his aunt Petunia.

"Well my dear Harry, I finally have the love of my life with me, and I had the best sex last night that I ever had. Plus, I got to see the ministry, and public, finally put in their place. All in all, it just couldn't get any better than this"! Draco exclaimed with a huge grin.

Harry stopped in his tracks and walked back to where Draco sat. "What was the first thing you said"?

Draco looked up at Harry, still grinning like a cat that just swallowed the cream, "I said that I finally have the love of my life with me".

Harry broke out with a big goofy grin, leaned over, and gave Draco a smoldering kiss. After he stood back up, he looked at Draco with pure admiration in his young eyes. "Yes Draco you do, and I have you as well. I love you, just remember that"! Harry then turned on the spot, and walked toward the door.

Draco replied, before Harry could get his hand on the doorknob, "I love you too, Harry".

With that, Harry went on to get his aunt, while feeling better than he ever had.



Authors note:

I have to have some minor surgery done, so it might be a week, or a little more before I get the next chapter up. I'll work on it when I feel up to it, but it will be a while to post it. Please check back then. Thanks for all the good reviews, it's appreciated!