Indago:Reborn

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.

AN: Hello, again! Been awhile, I know, but I hope you like what I will be bringing you. We start this story off with a bang!

First: This is a sequel. If you have not read the first story, \"Indago\", you may get mightily confused.

Second: Updates will not be as fast as before. I am actually having this story betaed! So, yeah, no everyday-updates like last time, I\'m sorry. BUT, I hope to have an update at least once a week. If not, you can always check my lj http://lddurham.livejournal.com where I may post the next chapter un-betaed. In fact, chapter two is up there now. A horrible mess and not fit for archiving at this or any other fine site, but the chapter is there, so please feel free to check it out. (Look for the Harry/Draco icon to show which post it is *wink*)

Okay, enough rambling... On with the show!


CHAPTER ONE

Not again.

Please, not again.

The trees were blurs as he ran past. He could hear them behind him. Their breath, their smell, their hands reaching for him. Why? Why had he defied Draco? Draco had told him not to go, not to be a hero.

The shadows were close. He could feel them, smell them. They were right behind him. He clutched the bundle of cloth in his arms tighter as he darted through the brush and around the trees. He was faster, he was smarter, he was more nimble. He had to remember that. He wouldn’t let them catch him this time. Not this time.

“Don’t be afraid, little one.”

He hated that voice! Why wouldn’t it shut up! He couldn’t let them catch him.

The trees were thinning. He was almost out. He could see light ahead. If he just ran a bit faster, just a bit quicker, he’d be out of the dark. They couldn’t reach him.

The root grabbed his foot and he fell, hard. The bundle of cloth flew from his arms. No, he had to get it. He quickly scrambled to his knees and crawled to the white cloth. Why is it red? It was white. Why is it red? As he got close enough he could see that the cloth had loosened, revealing its contents. He crept closer and peered inside the crumpled cloth.

No!

No! He couldn’t have failed again!

The twisted and mangled flesh twitched grotesquely. The tiny mouth opened and enlarged canines glistened in the half-human face. Little hands reached for him, one with claws, one still human.

“If you had stayed with us, little one, none of this would have happened.”

No! Hands grabbed him and began dragging him away.

No! Draco! Help me! I need you! Please help me! I’m sorry!

“Harry!”

The hands shook him hard.

“Harry!”

Green eyes, filled with tears, blinked open and stared into silver.

“Draco?”

Draco exhaled loudly and shook his head, blond hair swaying over Harry’s face and tickling his nose. Then the face dropped closer and kissed Harry gently.

“The dream again?” he asked, pulling back. His hand released Harry’s shoulder and brushed away a tear that had slid free, down the olive-toned cheek.

Harry closed his eyes, causing another tear to fall. It, too, was brushed gently away. When he opened them again, he had calmed his rapid heartbeat a bit.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Sorry.”

Draco sighed again and sat up, keeping a hand on the other man’s body. “I thought we were done with those. I spent a lot of Galleons on sending you to that bloke at St. Mungo’s,” he said testily, as he reached over to the nightstand beside him and turned on the small reading lamp. Raking a hand through his long hair, he turned his silver eyes onto his bedmate. “I was told he was the best. I’ll make sure he never works again, the cheating bastard.”

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t his fault. Healer Towen was great. I guess the dreams are back because I’m afraid it’s going to happen again.” Harry watched Draco and slowly put his hand out, rubbing the back of it down a strong pale arm. “Don’t blame him.”

His hand was grabbed and the silver eyes were narrowed. “We’ve been over this. Nothing is going to happen. You are mine.” The blond slid a hand down Harry’s body and let it rest on the slight swelling that was just beginning to show in his belly. “This is mine. I don’t let anyone mess with what is mine, yeah? So knock it off.”

Harry rose up on his elbows. “I can’t just knock it off. I know you won’t let anything happen. I know that I won’t let anything happen. But, I guess somewhere, I’m still a bit worried.”

“You swore to me,” Draco hissed. “You swore to me in September that you were fine to do this. You told me that you weren’t afraid or overly sensitive about any of it. You begged me so that you wouldn’t have to take the contraceptive potion. You promised me that you were fine!”

“I am! Why are you being such a prat?”

Draco’s arm shot out and slammed Harry back down onto the bed. The blond’s upper body followed him down until Draco was leaning on the arm, pinning Harry. His eyes flashed like molten steel in the minimal light of the lamp on the nightstand.

“Why? You ask me why, Potter? Because, you idiot, you flooded this room with your fear and there isn’t a damn thing to kill! I was woken from a great dream of having you arse-up in the garden to the smell of your fear, your panic, your sorrow!” His voice was just short of a shout.

“I’m sorry, Draco,” Harry whispered. His hands came up to the broad shoulders, sliding under the blond hair to run down the muscular back. “I’m sorry I scared you.”

“I didn’t say anything about scared, Potter,” he growled, but the force pinning the smaller man eased. “I said I didn’t have anything to kill.”

“Well, they say that blood lust can always turn into lust of a different kind,” Harry murmured innocently.

“Yeah?” A blond brow went up and the patented Malfoy smirk graced his lips.

“Yeah.” Harry nodded. “They say that you can move that passion into other channels.”

“Channels, you say?” Draco’s eyes lowered. “What channels would those be?”

“Well, I’m sure you could find at least one,” Harry said carelessly… and then viciously clawed Draco’s bare back from hips to shoulders.

“Ahhh,” Draco gasped, arching his back and closing his eyes with the feeling. Harry knew there would be marks there in the morning. Silver eyes opened with a dangerous glint in them. “Yeah, I think I can find something I can put my passion into.”

Draco’s fist held Harry’s wrists pinned to the pillow while his other hand flung the covers to the foot of the bed. Then his mouth swooped down to Harry’s neck, biting hard and the brunet knew that there would be two of them sporting marks in the morning. He groaned as he tipped his head back and to the side. The mouth bit him over and over again, moving up the straining tendons to just below the ear. Harry arched his back as the sensations tingled from his neck down his spine.

“Shall we re-enact my dream?” Draco whispered in his ear, licking the lobe and shell.

“Yes, Draco. Please.”

The fingers holding his hands moved down and grasped his hair. Draco used his grip in the dark locks to pull Harry up, making the smaller man face the foot of the bed on his hands and knees. He pushed Harry roughly down until the smaller man\'s cheek was against the bed sheets.

“Arse up, pet,” he growled. Harry moaned and spread his knees invitingly. A pale hand connected to flesh and the smack reddened the quivering rump. “Impatient, are we?”

“Yes, Draco,” was whimpered into the sheets. The blond chuckled and held his hand out. An ornate jar flew from the night table into his grasp. He set it down next to his knee and used his hands to run along the trembling flanks and back.

“Let’s see about upping the atmosphere, as well,” he breathed. He brought his lips to the nape of Harry’s neck and kissed and licked his way up the slanted back until he reached the hips. Harry moaned and pleaded but Draco wanted to draw this out for as long as possible. He nibbled his way from one side of the narrow hips to the other. When he came back to the centre he placed a kiss at the top of the crease that separated the magnificent globes of Harry’s taut buttocks and whispered a quick spell. Since Harry had helpfully spread his knees wide, Draco did not need to use his hands much. With a quick smirk, he let his tongue slide all the way down to his prize.

“Draco! That’s… that’s…” Harry managed. He rose up onto his elbows. Draco rose up quickly and, using the hair as a handle again, roughly pushed the dark head down.

“Stay down!” Draco growled.

“Y-yes, Draco.”

Licking his lips, Draco once again slid his tongue down the crease until he found the pink rosette he was looking for. Harry moaned piteously when Draco swiped his tongue across the tight opening. With a soft kiss on the sensitive interior skin of the trembling cheeks on either side of Harry’s entrance, Draco stopped for a moment. When he felt the anticipation was at its peak, he dived.

Draco would have chuckled if his mouth weren’t otherwise occupied. Harry sucked in so much air Draco was sure the bedclothes must have gone down the brunet’s throat. Bringing his attention to where it was needed most, Draco left Harry to cough up the linens while he put his tongue to good and evil use. He licked and nibbled at the tight muscles, forcing them to relax. When they gave the tiniest bit, he wiggled his tongue inside and proceeded to thrust languidly. Harry cried and moaned and begged, but Draco was not going to be hurried.

When he was finally able to work his tongue completely into the channel, Draco brought his hand up between Harry’s legs and grabbed his already-hard flesh. He timed his strokes to Harry’s cock to those with his tongue.

“Gods! I- I can’t take so much!”

Draco cruelly squeezed the weeping member in his fist to silently voice his reprimand for the denial. Then he quickened his pace. When Harry was actually sobbing, Draco was ready to finish things. He rose up to his full height on his knees behind Harry and taking his cock in hand, quickly coated it with the substance from the jar. Without a word of warning, he shoved himself all the way into the man beneath him. Harry’s cry was muffled with the sheets he had stuffed in his mouth, his hands were fisted and his chest heaved.

“Beautiful, Harry. I always like it best when you’re like this,” Draco crooned before beginning a rough rhythm, thrusting hard into Harry and pulling almost completely out. The sound of flesh slapping flesh was music to Draco’s ears and he did so love creating music. His hands gripped the narrow hips and pulled Harry into every thrust.

“Please, Draco, please,” Harry gasped.

“Do it.”

Harry garbled out something appreciative and reached for his leaking cock. He fisted it and Draco could feel him getting close. Draco held out, glad that he did as Harry came with a cry and his scent was as thick as fog. Draco took a deep breath and came hard inside Harry’s trembling body.
Draco collapsed onto Harry’s already-languorous body. Neither one moved for a long time as they tried to return to their senses. Finally, Draco rolled off of Harry and dragged him back onto the pillows, turned out the lamp and laid down.

“Draco…”

“Yeah, yeah. Wet spot,” the blond muttered. With a few words, it was fixed and Harry moved sluggishly into Draco’s arms. With a curse, Draco sat back up and pulled the covers up, but only had the linens to their waists before Harry protested.

“Harry, it’s January. It’s bloody cold.”

“I’m hot and I don’t want them on me!” Harry complained. Draco growled something under his breath but the covers stayed as they were.

The moonlight had disappeared behind cloud cover and cast the room in darkness. It was then that Harry spoke quietly.

“I really am fine. I promise. I can do this.”

A warm hand slid under the covers and rested on the slight rise of Harry’s stomach.

“’Course you can,” Draco replied, just as softly. “A sodding Gryffindor to the end, right?”

“This isn’t the end, Draco.” A smaller hand placed itself over the bigger one. “It’s the beginning.”