Harry Potter and The Secret Keeper (BP2)

Series Title: Harry Potter and The Secret Keeper
Authors: slashpervert and sayingsorry_hh.
Beta(s): TheBostonDyke, Nomeci, Mearowen, Nefernat, Dacian_Goddess, brknhalo241 and Indie.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Series Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst, Smut
Pairing: Draco/Harry (others implied as backstory).
Series Length: 160,175 Words (42 Chapters) - COMPLETE
Series Warnings: Language, Slash, Lemon, Anal, Oral, Rimming, Fisting, Dom/Sub, Bondage, SM, Dubious Consent, Monogamy, Jealousy, Humiliation, Exhibitionism, Pain, Violence, Blood, Torture, Non-Con, Incest, and Character Death (not Harry or Draco).
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy et al are a fictional characters created by J.K. Rowling as part of the Harry Potter series. We just borrow them to play. We don't make any money from it but we do have a very good time.
Series Summary: Sequel to Harry Potter and The Bound Prince. This book begins immediately following the previous one. Harry and Draco must find a way to live together now, figure out where they will live, and how they will continue Harry’s fight against Voldemort, including the search for the Horcruxes. As if that weren’t enough for them to deal with, Lucius Malfoy (and his fellow Death Eater prisoners) escapes from prison and comes looking for his son.
Notes: Aspects of this story can definitely be a trigger for some people as it deals with issues of incest and child abuse.

Chapter Number/Total: 1/44
Chapter Title: The Chance At Life
Words: 4710 Words



June 5

Harry was still sitting in the chair by Draco's bed. He had only let go of him once while they'd both got cleaned up, and he was back now. He stroked his hair and face and his skin, just revelling in the fact that Draco was here, that he was alive.

Draco lay back, enjoying the touch of his love. He was just beginning to realise that he was going to have a future. With Harry. He smiled at him. "Oh, I just realised. It's my birthday."

Harry laughed at that and shook his head. "So it is," he said, leaning up and kissing Draco. "I'll give you whatever you want," he said, waggling his eyebrows.

"Can we seal the door?" Draco grinned, reaching for Harry's hair with his hand. He never tired of pulling on those thick locks.

"It's worth a shot," Harry said, grinning too. He got up from his chair and strode across the room to seal the door with his wand. He was delighted when it worked and he strutted back over to the bed, smirk firmly in place. "What do you want, birthday boy?" he asked slyly, moving to kiss Draco again.

"Add a Silencing Charm, too," Draco said with a laugh.

Harry huffed and rolled his eyes, marching back over to the door to put up the charm. He raised his wand and was just about to utter the incantation when there was a knock.

Harry's face fell and he turned to Draco, looking like a starving man who'd just been denied a hot turkey dinner.

Draco's face coloured and he rolled his eyes. "I suppose you must answer that," he drawled.

Harry groaned, but turned back around and unsealed the door before pulling it open. He was met with the sight of so much red hair it looked like the corridor had caught fire. Lupin and Hermione were there as well, looking worried.

They all started talking at once. Harry's eyes widened and he held his hands up to stop them.

Hermione rushed forward and gripped him in a tight hug, bursting into tears.

Draco groaned, closing his eyes. "Oh, Merlin!"

Harry was taken aback for a moment and simply stood there, but then they began pushing past him into the room.

"What on earth were you thinking?!" asked Mrs Weasley, her eyes looking red.

"You didn't even tell us you were going, Harry!" Ron said angrily.

Hermione just continued to cling to him.

"I- I was - I didn't have enough time!" Harry cried at them all.

Draco's face went blank. He kept his left arm under the covers, doing his best to sit up straight in the bed. He watched with a sense of confusion and dread as the room filled with Harry's friends.

Hermione finally let go of Harry and stared up at him, tears still streaming down her face. "We - we thought you w- w- were ..." She couldn't finish.

"I'm fine," Harry assured them. "I'm completely fine."

"It was a rather arsehole thing to do," Ginny said, one eyebrow raised.

"Ginny!" said Mrs Weasley sternly.

Draco didn't say anything, but nodded at her comment. He watched the Weasleys carefully.

Harry took a big breath. "I know you were all probably worried, but I had to leave straightaway to save Draco's life," he said. He looked over at him lying on the bed.

Everyone seemed to notice Draco all at once.

Mrs Weasley looked confused while Ron looked stunned. Ginny raised her eyebrow again, Lupin frowned and Hermione rushed over to him.

"Are you all right?" she asked quickly.

"I am alive," Draco said quietly. He nodded to the others.

"What happened, Harry?" asked Ron.

Harry bit his lip. "It's hard to explain without - I don't know exactly - I haven't really had the chance to talk to Draco about it yet." He looked over at Draco again. He didn't know how much Draco wanted the others to know.

"Harry removed the serpent," Draco said in a flat tone. "He saved my life."

Hermione gasped. "Oh, Harry, how did you do it?" she asked.

Harry looked at Draco again. He noticed him covering his arm. He didn't say anything.

"He cut it off," Draco said with a sigh, closing his eyes. His face flushed a bit. He pulled his arm out from under the covers and laid it across his chest. It ended in a bandaged stump two inches below the elbow.

"Bloody hell," Ron said, his eyes wide.

Hermione gasped again.

"Serpent?" asked Ginny, looking at Draco's arm with a kind of horrified fascination.

Harry sighed. "It's quite a long story, and like I said, I haven't even been able to talk with Draco about it yet. I want to make sure I know how he wants to tell it and what he wants to tell."

Draco smiled weakly and nodded. He held out his remaining hand toward Harry. He watched the adults speculatively. He knew they were important to Harry but he didn't really know a lot about them.

Harry walked over to Draco and took his hand. He stared up at everyone. Ron, Hermione and Ginny didn't take any notice of the hand holding at all, but Mrs Weasley and Remus made strange faces.

"I'm sure you've read the account that was published in the paper?" Harry said, looking at them both. They had also been in the hospital wing with everyone after Dumbledore's death. Harry was sure that Ron and Hermione had probably filled them in.

Mrs Weasley turned a bit pink, and Remus nodded, still frowning thoughtfully.

"You can Summon chairs, if you'd like," Draco offered politely. "While the paper contained a number of ... inaccuracies, the general idea was correct."

Remus Summoned chairs for himself and Molly. "So, maybe you two could give us a more accurate version?" He smiled.

Harry shrugged and nodded. "Well, erm, the bit about us ... shagging under a tree in plain sight is very untrue," he said, going slightly red.

Draco smirked. "And I think they had the who was whose love slave part a bit confused."

Harry's eyes widened and he nudged Draco with his elbow. "We made a binding promise," he said. "We didn't know we were doing it at the time, but I sort of own Draco now. I can tell him what to do and he has to do it." Harry sighed. He felt like he would never be finished explaining this to people.

Remus's eyes widened and he seemed to be fighting the urge to laugh. "I ... see," he said. "And, um, how do you two feel about that?"

Mrs Weasley coughed.

Harry gave Lupin a funny look. "Erm, well, I suppose it's all right," he said, shrugging and looking at Draco.

Draco seemed to be considering the question. Really, he was considering Lupin and what he was looking for from him. He went through a dozen potential answers before finally looking directly at the man. "I do not regret the choice," he said carefully. "I love Harry."

Mrs Weasley's eyes widened. "Well- I-" she spluttered.

Harry smiled. "I don't regret it either, although there are some aspects that I wish were a bit different. I love Draco, too."

Mrs Weasley coughed again. "And how did this come about?" she asked suspiciously.

Draco smirked, trying not to smile. "I kissed him," he said. He looked toward Harry and arched an eyebrow, giving the other boy both the permission and the responsibility of explaining the rest of it to her.

Harry flushed as he turned to Mrs Weasley. "He kissed me and I ended up following him ... and then I kissed him - although it was to get information. But then one thing led to another ... and here we are."

Ron snorted and then let out a pained, "Ow!" as Hermione stepped on his foot.

Draco grimaced, snorting with Ron, and then looked up at him in surprise. "Eloquently put, Harry," he drawled, squeezing his hand.

Strangely enough, this made sense to Remus. After all, Lily hadn't liked James at first either. He nodded. "So, what are your plans now?"

Harry closed his eyes. "To be honest, we aren't completely sure. With everything that's happened ..." He trailed off. "I suppose we'll go back to Hogwarts until the term ends." He wasn't sure what to say. Dumbledore's death had hurt like a knife in his side. He felt lost without the man. He'd even found himself thinking about what he and Draco were going to do and had automatically thought of Dumbledore, but then he'd remembered ....

Draco saw the pain in Harry's face and looked down, feeling guilty for his part in the old man's death. "I go where Harry goes," he said quietly, "and I would like to help. I need to help," he emphasised.

Harry sighed. He hadn't told Draco about the Horcruxes yet. He hadn't told anyone but Ron and Hermione. Dumbledore had said to only tell Ron and Hermione, but Harry trusted Draco and decided he would tell him soon enough. He would tell no one else, however. It was too dangerous. The more people that knew, the more the chances of it getting out increased. "There isn't going to be much to help with, but you will come with me."

Draco's smirk widened to an affectionate smile at Harry's tone. It never ceased to amaze and delight him that Harry wanted him so much. "Yes, but where?"

Harry shrugged, although he already knew he wanted to go to Godric's Hollow. "We'll have to stay at my aunt and uncle's for a bit. After that, well, we'll figure it out."

Draco was surprised at how quiet Granger and the others were. He tucked his arm back under the covers, realising that they seemed to be avoiding looking at it and him.

Mrs Weasley sighed and reached out to pat Harry's arm. "You know very well you'll be staying with us," she said, smiling.

"Mrs Weasley, I wouldn't want to impose -"

"Nonsense," she said, waving her hand. "You know we love you like one of our own. You and ... Draco could both stay. We have plenty of room."

"And there's Bill and Fleur's wedding still," said Ron. "You can't miss that."

Draco's eyes widened and he looked uncertainly between Harry and the Weasleys. It all seemed very strange to him. Ron's enthusiasm made him particularly uncomfortable. Did they really intend to include him in their family celebrations and shelter him in their home? This felt like a much stranger idea than any other had seemed to him so far.

Harry smiled. "We'll stay there then. At least until we figure something out. Thanks, Mrs Weasley."

"No thanks needed, Harry, but you're welcome all the same." She squeezed his arm.

Harry looked over at Draco and noted the strange look on his face. Of course this would be weird for him. "All right?" he asked him.

Draco nodded slightly but was a bit shaken by the offer all the same. He realised Gryffindor Tower wasn't the only world of Harry's that he was entering. He would be staying with both the Weasleys and Harry's aunt and uncle. He was only beginning to understand there was much he didn't know about Harry's life away from Hogwarts.

"Oh, Harry, dear, are you sure you're all right?" Mrs Weasley asked after a moment of smiling sadly at him.

"Yes, I'm very ...." He sighed. "I'm as good as I can be. There's a lot of things to deal with, but that's to be expected."

They spent another hour talking. They spoke about Dumbledore and about what had happened and Harry kept a tight grip on Draco's hand the whole time, his eyes burning. Mrs Weasley finally sighed and got to her feet.

"I must get back to Bill. He's been moved here. He's a floor up, and I've left Arthur with him. They're worried. I'd better go on up and tell them that you're all right, Harry."

Harry nodded, getting to his feet to allow Mrs Weasley to hug him.

Remus got up too. "I'll go with Molly. But, Harry, we should talk about things soon."

Draco was quiet throughout most of their conversation. He listened and held Harry's hand. He frowned when Bill was mentioned, not knowing what they were talking about. He nodded to the two adults when they excused themselves.

"Come on, Ron, Ginny, Hermione. I'll drop you off at Hogwarts real quick by Floo," said Mrs Weasley, turning to her children and Hermione.

Ginny and Ron protested.

"No, you guys go ahead. I'll talk to you tomorrow," Harry said, giving Hermione and Ginny each a hug.

Mrs Weasley shuffled them all out the door. "I'll be staying here, Harry. If there's anything at all you need, just ask for Bill's room."

Harry nodded and sighed when they were finally gone.

Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath, releasing the tension he had been holding in his body. "Lock and Silence the door, please," he said quietly.

Harry smiled gently and walked over to do just that. Then he came back over to the bed and stood looking down at Draco. "What do you want, birthday boy?" he asked like he had earlier, although it wasn't as sexy as it had been then.

Draco smiled sadly, patting the bed on his right side. "You. Always you," he said.

Harry pulled his shoes and robe off and lay down on the bed next to Draco. He then cupped his lover's face and simply stared at him. He didn't kiss him yet. "Are you okay with everything?" he asked quietly.

"I am not used to ... depending on the charity of others." Draco frowned.

Harry sighed. "It'll be okay, and the Weasleys really are amazing people. We won't have to stay there forever. I can't, anyway."

Draco nodded, not really understanding Harry's last aside, but grateful for the assurance. "What are your relatives like?"

Harry made a face. "I'm not going to lie; they're awful. They'll love that I'm bringing home another freak. They'll love it even more that I'm bringing home my ... boyfriend?" Harry laughed at the sound of that term.

"Lovely," Draco drawled. "And why are we going there?"

Harry sighed. "There's a protection there that'll last until I'm seventeen. I have to be able to call it home or the protection leaves me. Dumbledore wanted me to go there one last time."

Draco felt tired again; this was too much to take in this quickly. "Kiss me?" he asked quietly.

Harry smiled. "Well, since you asked so nicely," he murmured and then pressed forward and touched his lips to Draco's.

"Mmm." Draco surrendered to the feeling of Harry's lips on his and his body pressed against him. This was what he wanted, what he needed, what he had wished for and had thought he would never have. The chance at a life with Harry. If that meant staying with Muggle relatives and the red-haired horde, he would do it.

Harry kissed Draco slowly and gently. "I love you," he whispered against his lips. The last few days felt like a blur, a horrible nightmare, but Draco was here with him still and that was no nightmare.

Draco gave himself over to Harry totally. He reached for Harry's hair and froze, his breathing speeding up and his eyes widening. His right hand was wrapped around Harry and he had reached for Harry's hair with his left hand. He didn't have a left hand.

Harry pulled back a bit and frowned, his lips slightly swollen from their kissing. "What is it?" he asked.

Draco was hyperventilating and he didn't know how to stop it. His arm was raised and he was staring at the stump. The moment before, he could have sworn he had felt like he had a hand, but then he had reached for Harry and felt nothing. It was only when he didn't feel Harry's hair that he registered what he had done.

Harry realised what was wrong and closed his eyes. He pulled Draco tight against him so that he couldn't see his arm. "It's all right," he whispered. "It's all right."

"I forgot," Draco whispered against him, shaking.

Harry stroked Draco's back. He felt awful for cutting off Draco's arm, but paradoxically, he was glad he'd done it. "Don't worry, Draco," he hushed. "It doesn't matter. It's fine."

"I tried to use it. I tried to touch you with it," Draco gasped, shuddering.

"You can still touch me, though," Harry said quietly. "I think that's worth it."

"Yes," Draco said, holding him tight. "I know, I ... know. I agree. But, I don't know what to ... do with it."

Harry frowned. He didn't really know either. He didn't know what to tell Draco. He sighed quietly. "I don't need you to be perfect. Just you being here is perfect enough."

Draco took several deep breaths and tried to calm down. He knew Harry was right. He lifted the arm over his head so that it rested above him and out of sight. Then he ran his other hand up Harry's back, digging his long fingers into the boy's hair. "Yes," he said.

Harry smiled slightly and moved forward again, capturing Draco's lips. He wanted to prove to Draco that that arm didn't matter to him, that he was still just as wonderful as he had been before. He kissed and sucked a wet trail down the other boy's neck.

Draco sighed from Harry's touch again, the feel of him soothing. He arched his neck, encouraging Harry. "Yes, Harry," he said. "More."

"Sit up a moment, love," Harry said quietly, tugging on Draco's thin hospital gown.

It took a moment to realise he had to use his right hand to push himself up, but he managed it and allowed Harry to remove his gown. He smiled, pulling at Harry's shirt as well.

Harry smiled back and leaned forward to kiss Draco again, entwining their tongues as he helped Draco with his own shirt.

Draco had never felt awkward when Harry had helped him off with his clothes before. Now, with his arm missing, he felt nervous about it. He tried to relax and enjoy it. It was worth it; he knew it.

Harry threw his shirt off when it was finally unbuttoned and made short work of his trousers and underwear. He pushed Draco back down on the pillows, coming to be completely on top of him. Their skin felt so good sliding together freely. Harry gasped.

Draco gasped too, trembling with the feel of Harry on him. "Yes, please," he cried out, and he arched into him.

"Tell me what you want, Draco," Harry breathed. "I'll give you anything you want, just tell me."

"You. Always you,” Draco said again, smiling. "Make love to me, fuck me, and ...." He hesitated for a moment, his face colouring. "Tie my arms above my head so I can forget for a while," he said quickly before he lost the nerve.

Harry didn't smirk at Draco or poke fun. He knew Draco needed this. He simply nodded and kissed him again before he Summoned his wand. He took both of Draco's arms and placed them above his head the way Draco wanted them. He muttered a quick spell and cords wrapped themselves around his lover's outstretched arms, holding them securely in place. He put a Sticking Charm on Draco's left arm, just in case, and then tossed his wand and kissed Draco again, hard.

Draco smiled, nervous but aroused by what Harry was doing. This felt more kinky than weird, and that suited him fine. He relaxed, letting the bindings hold him and Harry take control.

Harry kissed and sucked along Draco's skin, leaving hot, wet trails. He tongued Draco's nipples and loved how his love arched up into him. He didn't tease with anything this time. He went straight for Draco's cock with his left hand and cupped his balls in his right, squeezing them slightly.

"Yes, oh, please yes!" Draco gasped. He pulled against the ropes, enjoying the sensation. He watched Harry and licked his lips at the sight of him.

Harry pumped Draco's cock for a minute, watching it ooze pre-come. He couldn't take it anymore; he wanted to be inside Draco so badly. He stopped his hands and reached over to grab the lube from the bedside table, only ... "Fuck!" Harry let out angrily with a bit of a whine.

"What?" Draco's eyes widened.

"We don't have any lube!" Harry cried, throwing his hands up in frustration.

Draco groaned. His cock was so hard and he wanted Harry so badly now.

"What do we do?" Harry asked, groaning too. Draco looked so fucking hot.

"They have some lotion they have been using on my- arm," he gasped. "Look in the drawer."

Harry scrambled from the bed and ripped the drawer open. He heaved a loud sigh of relief. "Yes," he said, gripping the wonderful, wonderful lotion. He had begun unscrewing the cap even before he had climbed back on the bed. "I want to fuck you so badly, Draco," he panted. "Do you have any idea what you look like right now?"

"Tell me." Draco grinned at his lover.

Harry smirked open-mouthed at Draco. "Those ropes are fucking brilliant," he said, slicking his fingers. "They make me feel like I can do anything I want to you and you can't have any say. I love how you're spread for me and I love how I know how much you want my cock." Harry groaned now, slicking said cock.

"Yes, yours," Draco moaned, Harry's words going straight to his erection. He spread his legs wide and arched his hips up. "Anything!"

"Fuck, Draco," Harry moaned. He brought his fingers to Draco's entrance and pushed them in, hardly having enough patience.

"Yes, fuck me, fill me," Draco gasped.

Harry moaned. "You're fucking right that's what I'm going to do." He pulled his fingers out and moved forward, running his cock around Draco's entrance now. "How much do you want it?" he asked. Merlin, Harry was a tease, even if he was torturing himself.

"More than anything," Draco gasped. "Please, Harry, fuck me. Make me yours again and again."

Harry moaned at Draco's words and pushed forward in one quick slide. He gasped and his eyes fell closed. "Merlin, Draco. You're so fucking tight. Your arse is fucking perfect. Made for me."

The feel of Harry sliding in was incredible, filling him with his cock and his power. "Yes, made for you! Yours!"

Harry gasped again. He wanted to be as close to Draco as he could and so he leaned forward and kissed him, pushing his hips in and out in quick little thrusts. "You're my little whore, aren't you?" Harry asked in a low growling voice. It shocked him that that had left his mouth, but it turned him on as well.

"Yes, yours," Draco gasped. "Only yours!" He writhed under Harry, pulling against the bonds.

"Yes, Draco," Harry groaned. He pushed harder, rocking Draco's entire body. This is what Harry loved. Draco, hot and slick and wet and writhing and so fucking good.

Draco was hard and full, feeling like his body was filled with fire burning away all fear. "Yes, fill me, fuck me!" He was thrusting his hips to meet his lover's. He kissed Harry, looked into the green fire of his eyes and felt absolutely perfect.

Harry licked slowly and wetly both along Draco's mouth and inside it, sliding their tongues together in direct counterpoint to the way their lower halves were moving. It was strange that it felt obscene to kiss Draco this way, given what they were doing.

Draco groaned into Harry's mouth, feeling open to him in every way. He was shuddering in pleasure. This was life. This is what he had been so afraid to hope for, and now he had it.

"You're mine forever," Harry whispered, and even that sounded wet, if such a thing was possible. He slid a hand down and wrapped it around Draco's leaking cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Draco was chanting into Harry's mouth. He felt the magic of him inside and through and around and he couldn't imagine anything this beautiful.

Harry gasped as a strong, sudden surge of pleasure shot through him. He knew how aroused Draco was, and Draco's pleasure was actually making him feel good. "Oh, fuck," he whimpered, speeding up a bit.

Draco knew he would come soon, knew that he was trembling on that edge, just waiting for Harry. His body and Harry's magic were so intrinsically linked now that he didn't feel separate anymore.

Just a few more thrusts and Harry could feel that amazing pressure in his lower abdomen and balls that told him he was going to come. He was panting and he lowered his mouth onto Draco's again. He wanted to devour the boy beneath him in any way he could.

Having his arms tied, his body covered and penetrated by Harry, magic washing through and over him -- it all made Draco feel completely vulnerable and safe at the same time. He opened to his partner in every way he could.

Harry pushed in one more time and gave a hoarse shout before he was coming, filling Draco, claiming him. He loved him so much, and he loved that he was there and that he was able to do this to him. He knew that he would truly never stop loving Draco Malfoy.

Draco came with Harry, feeling the magic and Harry's body exploding through him. He shuddered, his own cock twitching in Harry's hand and his legs wrapped around Harry's hips.

Harry buried his face into Draco's neck, breathing heavily. He swallowed and blinked a few times, completely tired out.

Draco relaxed, loving the feel of Harry pressing into him, his breath against his neck, dark locks against his cheek. "Yours, completely yours," he whispered.

Harry smiled and sighed. "Yes." He relaxed into Draco's body, sated and sleepy. "Oh," he said, sitting up again. "I suppose you want your arms back."

Draco tensed for a moment and then nodded. "Yes."

Harry pulled out of Draco and winced a bit as he did so. He Summoned his wand from the floor and untied Draco's arms, grabbing his right hand and pulling it down with him as he settled against Draco again.

Draco sighed, holding Harry against him. "It's real, isn't it?" he whispered after a few minutes.

Harry smiled. "That was definitely real," he said quietly.

Draco flushed. "Yes." He nuzzled Harry's chest. "My birthday is probably over now and I am still alive."

Harry smiled again. "Very alive. I told you I would save you. I told you I don't break promises."

"May I never doubt you again," Draco laughed, gently rubbing and licking at Harry's chest, revelling in the taste and smell of him.

"I'm really glad that I'm stuck with you for the rest of my life. Really, really glad," Harry said quietly, rubbing his hands over Draco's skin.

"Yes, yours," Draco said with a sigh, sleepy now.

Harry yawned. "D'you think we should get dressed again?" he asked, fighting to keep his eyes open.

"No, but you should probably take the spells off the door and get covered," Draco said, clutching Harry to him.

Harry sighed and yawned again. "I'm too lazy to even do that," he said, but he sighed and Summoned his wand yet again from where he had dropped it when he had taken Draco's hand in his. He turned it towards the door and said the incantation to take the spells off, hoping that it worked all the way from where he was.

Draco reached for the blanket and then let his arm fall back in annoyance. He huffed, but didn't say anything.

Harry frowned very slightly and covered them up himself. "I love you," he offered quietly, snuggling up close to Draco on the small bed.