Passion Play - Harry/Draco
Passion Play - Harry/Draco
Title: Passion Play
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Author: Beren (aka Didi)
Email: beren@dtwins.co.uk
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
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 Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money
is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: This story is set post OOTP beware of SPOILERS.
Genre: Slash
Summary: Draco has become the victim of a Death Eater plot to assist
Voldemort\'s rise to power. There is only one way to save him, and Harry is it.
Author\'s Notes: Thanks to my sister who gave this the once over for me
as usual. This is another one of those fics that popped into my head demanding
to be written, so I followed the muse. I do hope you like it.
Passion Play
Taking a deep breath, Harry
looked around the room and tried to steady his nerves. This was not how he had
pictured his first sexual experience at all and quite frankly he was terrified.
In his mind he had definitely pictured a bedroom or at least something resembling
a bed; definitely not a stark room covered in ancient symbols that he had spent
the afternoon helping to create. He had also expected to be alone with his choice
of partner, but that wasn\'t about to happen either. This whole situation was
so bizarre that part of him did not really believe it was happening.
When Snape had returned
to Hogwarts from a Death Eater meeting and reported that a small group of Voldemort\'s
followers had a plan to provide the power their Master needed to finally push
into open war, Harry had never dreamt what that would mean. The fact that the
members of the Order sent to prevent this new initiative had returned to Hogwarts
with a symbol covered, partially insane Draco Malfoy had been a shock to evee,
e,
but especially Harry and Snape who were both privy to one fact: Draco was not
a Death Eater.
"Are you ready, Harry?"
Remus asked and snapped his back to the present.
He was far from ready,
but he had little choice; Draco\'s life was in his hands. What the Death Eaters
had done to Draco was not truly dark magic, although it was highly illegal,
since the way they had done it was definitely against all decency and stepped
well into the area of assault. Sex magic, so Harry had recently found out, was
an ancient and seldom used form of magic legal only between consenting adults
and very dangerous in the wrong hands. As far as the Order had been able to
find out, Draco had been kidnapped only two days after returning to his home
for the Christmas holidays and over the past week had been subjected to humiliating
rituals which had turned him into a delirious, very powerful conduit for power.
As Harry understood it,
there was to have been a final ritual where the head of the conclave of Death
Eaters would have relieved Draco of his virginity and funnelled the resulting
release of energy into an amulet for Voldemort.
"I\'m ready,"
Harry said quietly as he bolstered his courage.
Remus gave him an encouraging
smile and gently guided him further into the room. It was a smile he had thought
he might never see again when he had confessed his relationship with Draco.
Six months previously Harry and Draco had called a truce. After a very difficult
Occlumency lesson Harry had collapsed in the dungeon as he tried to leave the
classroom and while Snape had been trying to help him Draco had chanced upon
them. Now even before their relationship had changed, one thing Harry had known
was that Draco was not stupid and the Slytherin had not believed Snape\'s explanations.
Two weeks later Draco had gone to his head of house, confronted him over his
role as spy, and offered to change sides himself. It seemed that with his father
still in prison and his only other role model a spy, Draco had reconsidered
his allegiances.
Secrecy had been at the
forefront of the paranoid Slytherin\'s mind and Draco had allowed only two people
to know the truth, one of whom, much to his shock, was Harry. The fact that
they were mutually attracted to each other had taken three months of secret
meetings and hushed conversations (to which not even Dumbledore had been privy)
to discover, and their relationship consisted mostly of hurried kisses in locked
cupboards. The amount of information available to Draco was far larger than
to Snape thanks to his father\'s position and he had passed a great deal to the
Order.
Why Draco had been chosen
for the role of sexual conduit could have been to do with Death Eater suspicions,
but it could just have easily been that his father was not there to protect
him.
Harry glanced over to where
his boyfriend was being tended by Snape. Most of the time Draco was incoherent
and for the majority of the coming hour the decision had been taken to keep
his stupefied. Hence Draco was lying completely still under a thin sheet which
shielded his pale, symbol-covered skin from Harry\'s watching eyes. There was
not an inch of Draco\'s body which was not adorned with some form of deep red
markings, even under his hair, and if this worked how it was supposed to work,
Harry would soon be in the same state.
Finding out what was wrong
with Draco had been a matter of confronting Snape and demanding answers; even
the Potions master had been unaware of quite how close Harry and his protege
had become. The rituals performed on Draco had been purification and focusing
rites, preparing him to be the perfect vessel for magic as his virginity was
sacrificed. The underlying idea was not evil, had he been a willing participant,
power was just power, but the intent and the purity of the other participant
in the ritual was a big factor in the results. At a basic level Draco was now
an open channel that anyone could use to drag large amounts of power into the
world. The only way to counter what had been done to him was to complete the
ritual.
There had been talk of
locking Draco in St Mungo\'s for his own safety until some way to undo the damage
was found, but that would have been torture for Draco and highly dangerous for
the side of the Light if anyone managed to reach him. Once Harry had managed
to drag the details out of Snape it had been very clear that the only way to
guarantee Draco would return to normal and the magic released would be light
and pure was for the ritual to be completed by a similarly purified virgin who
bore no ill will. Harry had thought the whole thing through for a good two hours
and then walked into the hospital wing and volunteered. When he had explained
in words of one syllable that he and Draco were more than friends and he wanted
his boyfriend back sane, those aware of the situation had reluctantly agreed.
A whispered conversation
with Draco in one of his lucid moments had gained his consent and for the past
two days Harry had been doing nothing but reading and preparing. The traditional
ritual required four people; two participants and two seconds. One of the participants
could be male or female, but the other had to be male according to all the texts,
since physical penetration of a very particular sort was required to complete
the rite. The seconds were there to prepare the participants using the purification
and marking rituals and traditionally this would be done for both at the same
time. Draco had been subjected to more than one purification ritual and more
than one marking ceremony to increase the power yield, which had resulted in
his barely sentient state. Harry did not want to think what his boyfriend must
be going through because by all accounts he would be finding it hard to control
himself by the time he had been prepared, so what Draco must be feeling was
beyond imagination.
"Slip off your robe
and climb into the basin," Remus coaxed gently as Harry found himself pausing
nervously,
He knew everything he was
required to do and his mind was willing, but he was anxious and afraid. This
was one of the most significant steps in his life and Harry was scared as hell;
in one hour\'s time he would have lost his virginity in front of an audience
no less, and if the books were right he and Draco would have channelled enough
power to light up the room. That is of course if he didn\'t do something stupid
and mess the whole ritual up.
Taking another deep breath
he unbelted the loose robe he was wearing and slipped it off his shoulders.
It pooled on the floor at his feet leaving him naked and feeling very vulnerable.
His skin prickled and the hairs all over his body stood on end as the magic
already in the room seemed to realise why he was there. Removing his glasses
he placed them on the small table to his left and then walked forward, climbing
the one step up to the plinth they had transfigured earlier that day and stepping
into the shallow basin on top of it. Kneeling down he sat on his haunches and
waited for the ritual to begin.
He had chosen Remus as
his second because, since Sirius\' death, there was no one he trusted more. Some
of the things the ritual required were intimate and what Remus would see was
beyond what could really be expected of any friend. That the werewolf had agreed
had been a great relief to Harry and he did not think he would ever be able
to repay Remus for this kindness. That Draco had chosen Snape was not a surprise
and Harry perversely found himself less nervous about that than about Remus;
after all Snape had seen many of the secrets in his mind already.
Coming to stand in front
of him, Remus pulled out his wand and pointed it directly at Harry\'s forehead.
With a whispered spell that Harry barely heard, but still understood from the
research he had done over the last two days, the ritual began. As Remus\' wand
touched his face he felt the first stirrings of power and he felt something
creeping over the skin of his forehead, curling round his scar and down over
the side of either eye. When the wand was withdrawn the slithering sensation
stopped, but it left Harry shivering as he trie hol hold himself still.
"You have been found
pure," Remus spoke evenly and firmly, looking him straight in the eye and
Harry knew that the pattern on his forehead was that of a sign of three.
Had he not been a virgin
the pattern would have been a sun disc and the purification ritual would have
had to have been altered to acknowledge this fact. There were many facts about
him that the rite would show to any who saw him, but it was a small sacrifice
to save Draco\'s life.
In response to his second\'s "Water to wash away It was so cold that it
affirmation he lowered his head and waited for the first stage in what was going
to be the most thorough washing of his life. Just thinking about it made him
want to curl into a small ball and ask for someone else to do this, so he firmly
pushed what he knew was to happen from the front of his thoughts. All that was
important was now, and he knew himself well enough to know that he could cope
with the present as long as he didn\'t think about it too hard.
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the past," Remus intoned evenly and ice cold water trickled down from the
top of Harry\'s head, over his neck and back as his second tipped it over him.
felt like tiny little knives digging into his skin and he shuddered uncontrollably,
grabbing for the side of the basin to prevent himself flinching away. Remus\'
hand gently touched him on the shoulder, steadying him and Harry took a deep
breath, pushing himself back into his original position and releasing the side
of the basin again.
his skin was warmer and it tingled lightly as it flowed over his scalp. It was
a light cleansing potion which he had watched Snape prepare the previous day
and he could feel it cleaning his skin as it trickled over it, but he felt it
even more when Remus began running a comb through his hair, spreg thg the potion
through the thick locks as well. This was about physical cleanliness as a symbolic
route to spiritual cleanliness and opening the body to the power that would
be channelled.
With painstaking care Remus
poured more of the potion over Harry and he knelt very still as his second rubbed
it into his skin. Soon he was tingling all over his back and then Remus lifted
one of his arms, covering it from shoulder to finger tip, leaving no millimetre
of skin untouched. After his second had given the same treatment to the other
arm Harry sat back without the need of being asked. There was a sequence to
Remus\' progress and Harry kept his mind firmly on what he had to do, not what
he knew his second was going to do.
As Remus\' efficient fingers
moved over his chest and his already sensitive nipples he could not prevent
the quiet gasp that slipped between his lips. So far his fear had prevented
his body from betraying him by reacting to Remus\' calm touches, but as his second\'s
hands brushed over the small erogenous nubs he felt a throb further down. Harry
could only thank Remus\' calm, good sense as his second completely ignored his
reaction and continued what he was doing as if Harry was not in the least stimulated.
Once Remus had cleansed
to his waste in a time that seemed like an eternity, Harry sat up and forward
so that his legs were exposed. His second started with his buttocks and then
moved down over his thighs, lower legs and feet. At each point Harry moved as
he was supposed to, allowing access to whichever portion of his body was required.
Only as Remus finished his legs did his nerves really make themselves known,
since there were only two placed left.
As required Harry sat back,
legs slightly apart and fixed his eyes firmly on his unconscious boyfriend across
the room. This was for Draco; he could do anything for someone he cared for
and he concentrated on this thought without letting his mind wander to anything
else. When Remus\' firm grip took hold of his semi-erect penis he breathed out
hard through his nose and bit his lip, refusing to look away from where Draco
was lying. The tingling from the potion was stimulating to say the least and
although Remus\' fingers were fast and professional, the sensations they sent
to his brain as his second rubbed the potion into his shaft and balls caused
more than a slight reaction.
Harry felt himself hardening
even though he willed himself not to and bit his lip hard enough that it hurt.
It distracted him for a moment, but it did nothing to dispel the arousal in
his body. When Remus moved around behind him once more he leant forward again,
gripping the side of the basin with both hands. The cleansing ritual for conduit:
Draco and catalyst: Harry was the same and what was to come filled him with
a feeling of dread.
He could not prevent the
shudder as fingers gently parted the cheeks of his behind and ran down his cleft,
massaging in the potion, but he held himself as motionless as possible. Then
those fingers stopped moving where they were spreading him, leaving him feeling
vulnerable and humiliated. He shut his eyes, squeezing them tight shut as not
even the sight of Draco helped anymore, and then he felt the the touch of something
small, hard and cone shaped pushing insistently against his entrance. It was
slick and not very large so it slipped in easily, but while it didn\'t hurt it
was a very unsettling sensation. Then before he had time to adjust he felt warm,
viscous liquid forced into him and he was tingling on the inside as well as
the outside.
Biting into his lip so
that it bled was enouenough to stop the whimper which escaped his throat, and
he desperately fought the urge to beg for this to end. He was aroused and embarrassed
and he wanted this to be over so badly that only the thought of Draco being
forced into this by strangers over and over again, kept him from asking it to
stop.
The nozzle was withdrawn
and then Harry just tried to think of anything else as with Remus\' help his
body divested itself of the invasive fluid. By the time is was over he felt
very clean, but not in the least cleansed, and he could not look Remus in the
eye as the washing finished and they moved on to the next part of the ritual.
"It\'s alright, Harry,"
the werewolf whispered quietly as his second positioned himself in front of
him, "you are doing very well."
As Remus pointed his wand
directly at his forehead once more, Harry could not help the momentary fear
which curled in his stomach. It was an instinctive reaction which had nothing
to do with his nervousness or what was yet to come and was all to do with the
trained response within him to never be on the other end of a wand without being
armed himself. The feeling dissipated quickly, but the strength of it shocked
him for a moment.
In little more than a whisper
Remus spoke the words of the incantation for the focusing phase of the ritual.
Harry was already aroused, but he knew that it was about to become a whole lot
worse. The creeping sensation on his skin began almost immediately and he bit
his already bloody lip to keep any sound from coming out of his mouth.coulcould
feel the markings on his forehead growing and spreading; up over his scalp,
under his hair and down over his face. It was a torture all of its own.
It seemed to take forever
as the patterns of force being created on his skin oozed slowly into place and
it felt terrible and wonderful at the same time. He closed his eyes, unable
to resist the pull of each sensation as, like gentle fingers trailing across
his skin, invisible brushes marked him for power; and hisic bic began to shift
within him as the designs wrought themselves on and under his skin.
By the time he could feel
the charm working down over his neck onto his chest he was panting. Desire and
power stirred in his body with equal measure; two ancient forces vying for position
within him and drawing him closer to frenzy of the ritual. Remus continued to
chant, but Harry could no longer concentrate enough to make out the individual
words; his whole world was the creeping, crawling sensation of power along his
skin and the response from his own magic and body.
The design continued to
form itself down over his chest, back and arms, leaving no part of his torso
untouched. Patterns were traced down his backbone; over his nipples; under his
arms; around his wrists; even to the tips of his fingers, and each millimetre
of marking increased his sense of power and arousal. As two long lines shot
from just above his waist, down each soverover his hips and onto his legs right
to his ankles, he could not hold back the moan that took over his throat.
Just like the washing there
was an order to the creation of the power markings and as the lines which had
just finished curling around his fingers started their agonisingly slow progress
back up his arms, the markings which had so rapidly sped down his legs split
sending lines down over his feet and back up towards his knees.
Harry was literally alive
with sensation and there was no room left in his mind for fear or trepidation;
all there was, was desire and power. He felt more aware than he had ever felt
in his entire life and it was so difficult not to throw himself at Draco and
demand completion.
They were at war and there
had been no time for him to really understand what he felt for Draco. Theirs
was a relationship that defied explanation; from enemies to lovers in a way
no one could have predicted, but as his body filled with lust and desire it
concentrated his mind on what he was about to do and he realised something.
This was not about helping out a friend and oft times kissing partner; this
was not about doing the right thing to save a comrade in arms; as Harry felt
the markings looping up his legs and curling around his navel he knew there
was only one reason he was doing this: he was in love. This recognition fed
the flames of desire and pothatthat were already blazing inside him and he could
not help collapsing forward as his whole body throbbed with emotion and need.
He ached to reach out and
find Draco, to finish what had been done to them both, but the ritual demanded
he control himself. The stone of the basin bit into his hands and he grasped
at it desperately. This had to be right; everything had to be perfect to save
the grey eyed Slytherin who had stolen his heart.
Painfully hard and shivering
from head to foot he held on, refusing to give in to the rampaging desire and
pulsing waves of magic in his body. The markings were almost complete, but it
felt like they were taking forever as the lines on his stomach ly tly twisted
their way downwards and those on his legs trailed their way across the inside
of his thighs and up over his buttocks. It was so hard to hold still and he
no longer cared what sounds fell from his mouth; all he knew was that he wanted
to fill Draco with love and power and take him to a place beyond reality.
over his tail bone and down the cleft of his arse from behind and loop round
the base of his erection, encircling his balls and shifting quickly up the shaft
of his penis, Harry thought he might come there and then. Only the tightening
of the design around his cock, as if it were a ligature of some description,
stopped him and this time he collapsed forward without being able to stop himself
at all. If Remus\' strong arms had not caught him he probably would have knocked a f a few teeth out on the basin.
"Almost there, Harry,"
his second whispered quietly, "almost there."
Opening his eyes he put
every thought he had into keeping himself steady as Remus helped him off the
plinth and onto the floor, but he would have fallen if the werewolf had not
been there to help him. It was quite obvious why this ritual required seconds;
Harry knew he could not have done this on his own. Remus was half carrying him
as they walked the few feet to where Snape and Draco waited and his second lowered
him back into his kneeling position close to his boyfriend\'s covered feet.
All Harry could see was
Draco as the arousal and magic pounded through his body demanding to be released,
but it was not quite time. It was almost impossible for him not to reach for
Draco, but the ritual had planned for this and as Remus released him his second
cast a full body bind, freezing him in place. Then Remus moved to the opposite
side of Draco to Snape and knelt down himself.
If he had been able to,
Harry would have moaned as Snape removed the sheet from the still unconscious
Draco. The markings on his boyfriend\'s body seemed to pulse before his eyes
and he could not be sure if they actually did or if it was an effect of the
spell they were both under.
Gently, almost like a father
with his child, Snape first took Draco\'s left hand, pulling it above the stupefied
Slytherin\'s head and tying it to a loop of stone with a leather thong, and then
did the same with Draco\'s ri Wit With a flourish, Snape then produced his wand
cast the counter charm to the hex holding Draco under. The change was instantaneous
as the pale body covered in red markings arched away from the floor of the room
and Draco pulled at his bonds with a desperate moan.
"Be still," Snape
commanded in a tone that begged no argument and, as Harry watched, his boyfriend\'s
movements became less pronounced, but Draco was incapable of obeying completely.
Harry so wanted to reach
out to his boyfriend and finish this, to slide into Draco like a lover should
and join their bodies together, but he was held motionless. His muscles were
frozen, but the power and desire still moved through him, demanding release.
It had taken Draco only
seconds to become hard and his boyfriend\'s erection was weeping as Harry dragged
his eyes up and down the prone body before him. He wanted to cry out in protest
and scream that only he had theht tht to touch Draco as Snape and Remus both
gently took a leg and raised Draco off the warmed floor. Snape pushed a small
pillow under the Slytherin\'s arse, speaking to Draco all the time at a level
Harry could not make out.
Snape had performed the
necessary cleansing rites while Remus had been dealing with Harry and as he
watched with baited breath Snape dipped his fingers in a small bowl to his right
and gently moved them to Draco\'s exposed entrance. As the Potions master\'s digits
touched Draco the Slytherin writhed and moaned, causing magical and physical
responses in Harry that his frozen muscles could not obey. The grip Snape and
Remus had on Draco was however enough to keep the Slytherin in place and as
Harry tried to concentrate on breathing he watched Snape slowly rub his slick
fingers over Draco\'s arse, spreading his cs ans and easing round the tight muscle.
When Snape slipped one
finger inside Draco keened, and the need in the sound daggered straight through
every part of Harry. He needed to touch; needed to be with his chosen; needed
to complete this, to be with the one he loved completely. He wanted Draco so
much that it was agony to be held away from him and to see his boyfriend needing
him just as much.
It felt like agonising
hours as Snape worked gently, slowly and dispassionately with first one finger,
then two, and finally three to loosen Draco ready for Harry. He felt as if he
might die if he wasn\'t released soon and the sounds coming from his boyfriend
were driving him mad. Magic demanded an end to this, desire demanded an end
to this, and love demanded an end to this.
Remus moved towards him
as Snape continued his ministrations on Draco and he knew it was almost time.
When his second dipped his hand into the same bowl Snape had been using and
coated Harry\'s cock in slick warm liquid the spell almost wasn\'t enough to hold
him in place. Even as s mos moved back to his place beside Draco, Harry strained
against the enchantment holding him still and he felt the magic in the room
respond. He knew without a doubt that if he was not released soon he would be
releasing himself.
When Snape finally withdrew
his hand and Remus pointed his wand at Harry muttering the release charm, he
all but lunged at Draco. He came to a halt between his boyfriend\'s legs, poised
over Draco, looking down into his lover\'s tight shut features. They were so
close and for a moment time seemed to stop as Draco slowly opened his eyes and
their gazes met. Under the haze of desire and lust Harry saw what he needed
to know, saw what completed the knowledge in him and caused his magic to surge
like a tide: he saw love returned.
This was not really about
sex, it was about primal forces meeting and they were vessels for those forces
to meet and join. Following instincts that came from more than just his need
Harry positioned himself and pushed into Draco with one thrust. His lover\'s
body did not resist at all as power beyond either of them used their forms to
complete a cycle that was ancient and never ending. Harry was barely aware of
what his body was doing as sensation beyond the simple coupling of two human
beings took away his mind.
As he thrust repeatedly
into Draco power joined with power and their markings aligned, joining body
to body as they meshed where the catalyst penetrated the conduit and a gateway
was formed. As his orgasm hit, Harry heard Draco screaming his name and felt
the muscles surrounding him shuddering, but all that dimmed away as power, the
like of which he had never felt before, flooded from Draco, through him and
into the room. The world simply went away.
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Harry opened his eyes slowly
and found that he was tingling from head to toe; he was also sprawled in a very
uncomfortable position and his face was squashed against the stone floor. It
took him a while longer to figure out that he was still in contact with Draco
and was in fact lying half on top of his lover where he must have fallen as
they completed the ritual. It was impossible to know how long he had been lying
there, but his arm that was under his body had gone numb, so it had been some
time. This led him to wonder why Remus and Snape had not tried to separate him
and Draco, or at least move them into a more comfortable position, and with
this in mind he decided that moving was a definite need.
It was more difficult than
he cared to admit as he tried to shift without further squashing Draco, and
there was a groan from beneath him as he attempted to move. It was only when
he managed to get his good arm under him and pushed himself up slightly that
he realised something; he was not just still on Draco, he was in him and what
was somewhat more unsettling was that Harry could not pull away. Most of the
markings on himself and Draco appeared to be gone, buthe lhe looked down he
could see some still trailing along the centre of his lover\'s chest and towards
where they appeared to be stuck together.
As he tried to figure this
out the tingling in his body, which was not to do with muscles coming back to
life, began to shift and it didn\'t take him more than a few seconds to realise
exactly where it appeared to be headed. Very quickly his groin was doing more
than gently buzzing.
A quick glance around showed
him why no one had attempted to assist either him or Draco as his eyes settled
on Remus lying flat on the floor and not moving. Panic threatened until he caught
sight of the werewolf\'s chest rising and falling in a regular manner; Remus
was breathing normally. Looking the other way he found Snape in a similar state
and was thoroughly confused; this was not supposed to have happened, something
must have gone wrong.
When a louder groan came
from beneath him he was incredibly relieved as well as becoming somewhat nervous,
after all he and Draco were in a rather awkward position and his lover had been
barely sentient during the ritual. He looked down, trying to hold himself as
much away from Draco assibssible to give his companion a little space, but he
did not have much room to manoeuvre.
"Harry?" Draco
asked sounding confused, but to Harry\'s relief, in full control of his faculties.
His lover\'s voice did nothing
to stop the tingling in his lower regions, but at least it gave him something
else on which to focus.
"We\'re stuck,"
Harry said, completely unable to think of anything else to say.
Draco blinked as he stared
down and suddenly his lover laughed; Harry really didn\'t know how to react,
but the movement sent some very interesting sensations a his his cock.
"It\'s not funny,"
he tried to protest, but found himself smiling; it was rather absurd.
"Bits of me are numb,"
Draco said without responding to his comment, "and this floor is going
cold; warming spell must have worn off."
"Remus and Snape seem
to be out cold," Harry explained, trying to ignore the sudden desire to
move.
When he had woken up he
was pretty sure he had only been semi-hard, but now he could feel the blood
thumping through his fully erect cock, which was snugly slotted into Draco.
The tingling was building slowly and was pumping life back into his tired limbs.
He wanted to move; the desire was almost irresistible, but he did not want to
alarm or embarrass his lover.
"Are youglingling?"
Draco asked as Harry locked his arms in an attempt to stay still.
He nodded, as the sensation
went up a notch again.
"And I want to move,"
he confessed rather desperately.
Draco\'s hand curled round
the sides of the rings to which they were still tied and he looked Harry straight
in the eye.
"Then move,"
his lover said in a much more gentle tone than Harry had expected. "I don\'t
think this is quite finished."
There was just a touch
of something in Draco\'s face that disturbed him, a hint of pain that was not
physical, and Harry was reminded sharply of what his lover had been through
to bring them to this point. It caused a lump in his throat and he held himself
still for just a moment longer. Then, leaning down he placed his lips on Draco\'s
and gave his lover a gentle, almost chaste kiss.
"I love &quo"
he said in little more than a whisper, "nothing will ever change that."
The look in Draco\'s eyes
when he pulled back was somewhere between amazement and disbelief; it seemed
that what his lover had known deep down when pushed to the very edges of sanity,
Draco could not fully accept when in control of his mind. Harry had expected
nothing less of his Slytherin lover, and he knew it would take time before Draco
completely believed him, but he needed him to know.
He tried to hold still
just a moment longer to allow Draco to recover from his shock, but it was too
much; unable to control himself he pulled away as far as their connection would
allow him and pushed back in. This sent the most incredible sensations from
his groin all over his body and drew identical groans from him and Draco. After
that he couldn\'t stop and his muscles seemed to have minds of their own as he
rocked and thrust without any conscious consent.
"Harry," Draco
moaned, thrusting his hips up to meet each movement as Harry buried himself
deep into his lover with every stroke.
The ting inc increased
until he felt as if his whole lower body was one moment encased in ice and the
next in a roaring fire. It almost hurt, and the expression on Draco\'s face was
a mixture of agony and ecstasy so he had to believe his lover was in the same
state. His magic was stirring again and it joined with the arousal in a heady
cocktail; nowhere near as mind blowing as before, but somehow more consuming
because he had a chance to really feel the sensations in his body this time.
Draco\'s legs locked around his waist demanding that he thrust deeper and deeper
with each stroke, drawing gasps and moans and incoherent pleas from his lover
as he moved.
His abdomen brushed Draco\'s
hard and weeping erection as their bodies writhed against each other and it
was only a few minutes before Draco arched up towards him and came, shuddering
and shouting incomprehensible words. Harry was only a fraction of a second behind
him and along with the hot seed rushing through his cock he felt magic erupt
from his body; his magic this time, not something being channelled by either
of them and Draco\'s innate power answered. White light erupted from between
them, flowing over Draco and onto the designs on the floor, illuminating the
marks around the room in a radial pattern from where they were, until the whole
place was ablaze.
It was the most incredible
feeling and Harry found himself gasping as it took his breath away. It felt
beautiful, and pure, and cleansing, washing away all the feelings of embarrassment
and awkwardness that he had experienced during the ritual and he finally understood
that this was what it was all about. This was the true aim of the rite of passage
they had completed; this was why what the Death Eaters had intended was so wrong;
this was not an experience which should ever be corrupted.
He came down from the incredible
high very slowly, but eventually Harry found himself looking into Draco\'s eyes
and he saw understanding there. The disbelief was gone and for a moment he felt
himself known before Draco released his legs and Harry realised he was fr
The suction like connection he had felt when he first tried to move was gone,
but it wit with great reluctance he pulled out of his lover. He knew without
a doubt that this was an experience he would never have again; he and Draco
would make love together, he was sure of that, but they could never recreate
this and he did not want it to end.
Without having to be asked
he reached up and released both of Draco\'s hands, at which point he found himself
the subject of a tight embrace. It was an awkward position, but he did not try
and pull away as Draco clung to him.
"Thank you,"
his lover said quietly.
Wrapping one arm around
Draco and pushing himself back with the other he brought himseo a o a kneeling
position and his lover to a sitting one, and they remained that way until a
groan interrupted them. It was Snape who was waking first, but Harry could not
find in within himself to feel embarrassed even under the scrutiny of the head
of Slytherin as the man slowly sat up. There was something about the final stage
of the coupling between himself and Draco which had totally removed his ability
to feel shame about any of it, even though he was nain fin front of the man
who had made every potions lesson a living hell.
Surprisingly Snape did
not speak or take the opportunity to make any sort of snide remark; he didn\'t
even sneer, he simply picked himself up off the floor. Remus chose that moment
to also wake up and as Snape retrieved a robe for Draco; his second did the
same for Harry.
"We need to get both
of you to Madame Pomfrey, just to be on the safe side," were the only words
spoken the entire time as Snape saw to Draco and Remus to Harry.
Harry found that he felt
very safe and cared for as his second gently dealt with everything.
==== It took over forty five Then she moved on to Snape Madame Pomfrey had left He had been tossing and As Draco relaxed beside ==== Harry woke to the feeling "Having fun?" "It\'s beautiful," With a shake of his head, "I wonder how much It tickled slightly, but "More than they were That made Harry chuckle. "From the moment we On impulse Harry moved "Harry," Draco That was not something "I don\'t think I could "Even knowing what Harry stilled as he realised "I will love you no The vehemence with which "You\'re so completely "Teach me how to use The moment was tender and "Um," he just When grey eyes searched "You don\'t have to It was quite obvious that "I wouldn\'t have said
Draco frowned thoughtfully "You can volunteer "I never claimed to Draco crawled up the bed "I would be honoured," The smile that burst onto "Do you think Madame Draco laughed and snuggled "Ever eager," The End
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minutes for Madame Pomfrey to be satisfied that neither Harry nor Draco was
suffering any ill effects from their experiences. They were both left with a
faded, but never the less visible scroll effect design around their navels of
all places, but there did not seem to be a lot Madame Pomfrey could do about
those, and since they did not respond as if they had magical propertihey hey
were ignored for now.
and Remus who both protested, but acquiesced when Harry ratted them out about
the whole passing out incident. Snape gave him a glare of death, but he weathered
it stoically since he really was a little worried by the fact that both seconds
had been knocked out by the magical shock wave. Madame Pomfrey ushered both
men behind separate screens like the ones she had already pulled around Draco\'s
bed and proceeded to do around his and subsequently Harry heard her have a loud
discussion with Snape about taking off his clothes, but the protests died out
in only a few minutes.
him with instructions to sleep, and Harry was rather tired, but he could not
seem to find a comfortable way to lie in the small bed. He was clean thanks
to several spells the healer had cast over him, he was sleepy after all the
activity and he was surprisingly content with the outcome, but no matter how
he snuggled into the warm covers he could not settle. Something was bothering
him and he could not put his finger on what.
turning for a good five minutes when he heard the sound of bare feet on stone
and one of the screens moved. The sight which greeted him as he turned to the
ise ise was a rather sheepish looking Draco; suddenly Harry knew why he couldn\'t
sleep and his far more perceptive lover appeared to have figured it out before
he had. Shifting over in the bed Harry lifted the covers and Draco climbed in
quickly, snuggling down and wrapping himself around Harry as if they were made
to be that way. Madame Pomfrey would probably kill them both when she found
them in one bed, but it felt so much more comfortable that way that Harry could
not find it in himself to worry.
him he found himself doing the same and it took him only a few minutes to drift
into a peaceful sleep.
of fingers tracing across his stomach and he opened his eyes to find that the
covers had been pushed down, his pyjama top had been pushed up and Draco was
tracing the scroll pattern around his navel with two finger tips.
Harry asked, blindly reaching for his glasses with one hand while looking at
his lover with the other.
was Draco\'s rather absent response and when he slipped his glasses onto his
nose Harry found grey eyes studying him thoughtfully. "I vaguely remember
Snape telling me that you he and Remus were reading everything you could find
in the Restricted section about the ritual; I don\'t suppose it mentioned our
matching reminders about the whole thing?"
Harry replied; as far as he knew all traces of the markings they had both worn
should have faded with the completion of the ritual, but then the books hadn\'t
mentioned round two either.
power we channelled," he said quietly as Draco turned his face away and
went back to tracing the pattern on Harry\'s abdomen.
it was a very pleasant feeling that he decided he could become used to if Draco
felt the need.
expecting," his lover replied as he continued his ministrations. "I
think you and I make rather an explosive combination."
first met," he said lightly and Draco favoured him with a smile before
returning to what he had been doing.
his hand to the blond head lying on his chest and gently stroked the fine, soft
hair. Draco murmured his approval and they fell into a companionable silence
for a while, simply enjoying each other\'s company. Harry was not sure what Madame
Pomfrey would make of the sight if she chose to come and check on them, but
he did not really care.
said eventually, in a rather nervous tone, which was not like him at all, "how
do you kyou you love me?"
he had expected his lover to bring up right at that moment and it threw Harry
for a while. Logic and thoroughly thinking through the problem were traits of
Slytherin house, although members tended to be a lot more emotional than the
Ravenclaws who also exhibited those qualities, and Harry had thought they might
end up having a conversation like this at some point, but not quite yet. \'I
just do,\' was not an answer which would satisfy Draco so Harry thought hard
about his response.
live without you," he said eventually. "If you weren\'t here anymore
it would be like a part of me was missing. When I found out someone had hurt
you it made me more angry than I can explain, but I didn\'t realise why until
the ritual. When I could feel the magic and the desire setting my blood on fire;
that was when I knew; when it all made sense: I wanted you, all of you, not
just your body but your heart and your soul. I\'ve never felt like that before,
but I understood."
they did to me," Draco\'s voice was very quiet and hesitant; "what
they wanted me to be; what they made me?"
what they were really talking about and then he reached down with both arms,
pulling Draco close in an instant.
matter what," he said firmly. "What they did to you was despicable,
and what they intended was so wrong it makes me sick just thinking about it,
but it was not your fault and it changes nothing between us. If anyone ever
touches you without your consent, ever again, I will kill them, with my bare
hands if necessary."
he spoke rather took him by surprise and he had no idea quite how hard he was
holding on to Draco until his lover shifted. As soon as he realised he lessened
his grip and Draco moved to look at him again. There was a vaguely amused and
yet somehow sad smile on his lover\'s face and his grey eyes were suspiciously
bright.
Gryffindor, aren\'t you," Draco said quietly and reached up to touch the
side of his face. "What am I going to do with you?"
my Slytherin side," Harry whispered back and leant down for a kiss.
he wanted it to go on and on, but it couldn\'t last forever and eventually they
broke apart and Draco placed his head back on his chest. Where they would be
going from here was anyone\'s guess, but as long as they did it together he would
be happy. As they were lying there in comfortable silence once more, several
things occurred to him at the same time and he shifted rather awkwardly as he
realised something that might make Draco feel a little more comfortable about
the situation. If there was one thing that Harry knew about Draco it was that
his lover liked to be in control, and the events of the last week had taken
that from him completely. Harry had an idea of what could give it back.
wasn\'t quite sure how to ask, "Draco, would you like to ... I mean once
we get out of here ... that is, I\'d like you to ... would you like to make love
to me?"
his face Harry found himself blushing furiously, which considering what they
had done was rather silly, but he couldn\'t help it. Draco appeared surprised,
amused and touched all at the same time.
offer, Harry," his lover said slowly, "it\'s a big step. It isn\'t as
if we had much choice today and I don\'t mind if you\'d like to slow down a bit."
Draco believed Harry had spoken from some sense of responsibility, which, given
his agitated state, was a valid assumption, but that wasn\'t why he had done
it at all.
anything if I didn\'t mean it," he said, in a much more composed manner.
"I\'m just not very good about talking about these things."<
and eventually smiled.
to have sex with me with two of our professors watching, but you can\'t talk
about you and me sneaking off somewhere and exploring each other for a while,"
his lover teased.
be logical," Harry replied, blushing even harder. "Um ... so do you
want to?"
and placed a kiss on the end of his nose.
Draco said lightly, "my bashful, embarrassed, Gryffindor."
his face almost hurt as Harry did not even try and hide his joy at the whole
idea.
Pomfrey will let us out of here soon," he asked expectantly; "or maybe
we can sneak out when she\'s not looking?"
back down again.
he commented cheerfully. "I knew there was a reason I loved you."