Harry Potter and The Serpent King (BP5)

Title: Harry Potter and The Beloved Incubus (Book 4 in The Bound Prince series.)
Authors: Slashpervert and Sayingsorry_hh.
Beta(s): TheBostonDyke, Nomeci, Mearowen, Kyrana, Rivendellelf, LBaum and Indie.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst, Smut
Pairing: Draco/Harry (others implied as backstory).
Book Length: 126,000 Words (41 Chapters) - COMPLETE
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy et al are 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.
Warnings: Language, M/M Sex, Explicit Sex (Lemon), Anal, Oral, Rimming, Bondage, Dom/Sub, SM, Dubious Consent, Monogamy, Jealousy, Mpreg, Cesarean Section, Humiliation, Exhibitionism, Necrophilia, Pain, Violence, Blood, Torture, and Character Deaths (H/D live).
Summary: Harry and Draco, with the help of Ron, Hermione, and their extended chosen family, have destroyed nearly all the Horcruxes. They are preparing for the final confrontation with Voldemort when a family member is kidnapped and the day is upon them to take the fight to the madman. Sequel to Harry Potter and The Bound Prince, Harry Potter and The Secret Keeper, Harry Potter and The White Queen and Harry Potter and The Beloved Incubus.
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended.

Chapter Number/Total: 1/52
Chapter Title: No One Knows
Words: 4292 Words



Everything was very dark. Harry was in an unrecognisable room, confused about what he was doing there. He looked around himself but the room seemed to be empty. It was huge and so dark, he couldn't be sure what was at the end of it.

He absently wondered why there was a creeping sensation throughout his body, like something wasn't right, but he couldn't stop walking towards the end of the room now that he had started. The closer he got, the worse he felt, and yet there was something he badly wanted at the end of the room as well. It was strange.

As he moved his heavy-feeling legs he could make out a tall figure with his back turned. Harry didn't like whomever this was at all. He wanted to run away and attack at the same time and he couldn't make up his mind. He'd almost decided to run when the figure began to turn.

Harry saw the terrible white skin, the snake-like nose, the gleaming red eyes and the spider-like hands. Lord Voldemort stood before Harry and smiled, a smile that made Harry's blood run cold. Voldemort was clutching something in his hands, something Harry hadn't been paying attention to, but now couldn't tear his eyes from.

Voldemort held the bundle out, just where Harry might be able to touch it with his fingertips and it suddenly came into focus. A very, very small boy with blond hair stared up at him. Voldemort laughed as Harry's eyes widened in horror. He laughed and laughed until he seemed to be screaming with it. Valen began screaming as well and Harry couldn't tell if it was in fear or if it was the same as the laughter of the monster holding him. The baby's eyes turned red. Was it with blood, or did his child resemble Lord Voldemort? Harry opened his mouth and was screaming too as his scar seared with pain. He flew up in bed, drenched in sweat and panting as the last note of the scream left his lips.

Draco felt the spike in magic wake him before his husband began screaming. Suddenly the room was full of both Harry and Valen's cries. He made a quick decision, deciding that one must have caused the other, and wrapped his arms around his struggling husband. "Harry," Draco said, "it's me, Draco. I'm with you. It's a dream. You are dreaming, Harry. Wake up."

Harry opened his eyes, convinced that he would see Voldemort standing before him with his son. When he realised where he was, could feel Draco's arms around him, and hear Valen's actual cries, he scrambled out of bed to get the baby from his cot. He picked him up and held him firmly to his chest, squeezing his eyes shut as he continued to shake from the nightmare he'd had.

Draco let Harry go to Valen, watching him. "Come here," he said, scooting to the edge of the bed and holding his arms out.

Harry let out a shuddering breath and moved over to his husband, pressing himself against him and into his arms. "He knows," he whispered. "He knows."

Draco didn't need to ask who or what he knew. The fear in Harry's eyes was enough. "Walden," he whispered. Then he coaxed Harry to sit down, holding both of them.

Harry closed his eyes again when he was on the bed with Draco and Valen. He couldn't get the sound of that strange scream out of his head or the image of little red eyes. Blood or evil? His mind asked. Scared or laughing? Harry shivered violently.

"Shhh, calm down, Harry," Draco soothed. "You are scaring Valen."

Harry tried to calm down, taking deep breaths. He handed Valen to Draco and got to his feet again, moving to stand with his forehead pressed against the cold glass of the door to the stone patio outside. It felt soothing against his throbbing scar and helped him calm down a little more, but his heart was still beating madly and his breaths were coming quick.

Draco held Valen and began rocking with him, humming a tune has he did. He kept an eye on his husband while he calmed their baby.

Harry clenched his fists and teeth as his fear began to morph into anger, strong anger, and he knew he still wouldn't be able to go near Valen without making him cry again.

Draco sang a lullaby. He hadn't even been aware that he knew any. He rocked and sang, trying to keep his voice gentle while his husband's magic flared like lightning.

It was several minutes before Harry's scar finally wasn't hurting anymore and his anger had turned into something manageable. He turned his head and looked over at Draco rocking Valen, watching them.

Draco was looking down into Valen's green eyes. He smiled gently at him, still repeating the same soft little song. His hair fell around his face and little baby hands reached for it.

Harry sighed quietly and took a few steps towards the bed, testing to see if he could come near.

Valen managed to catch a handful of Draco's hair and pulled it to his mouth, chewing on it. Draco felt his husband approaching and looked up at him, one eyebrow raised. He trailed off on the lullaby.

Harry sighed again and sat down next to Draco, rubbing his eyes and his forehead.

"Not a regular nightmare then," Draco said, keeping his voice soft.

Harry shook his head. "No, not a regular one," he said.

"Can you talk about it?" Draco asked, grimacing as their son slobbered on the ends of his hair.

"He sent it to me," Harry said, fingers still rubbing his eyelids. "He sent it to me to let me know that he knows about Valen."

Draco nodded, not wanting to ask but knowing Harry needed to talk. "What was it?" he asked.

Harry was silent for a long moment. "He had Valen," he began quietly. "He was - holding him and when he let me see I - I couldn't reach him and Voldemort started laughing and Valen started screaming and ... his eyes turned red and ... I couldn't tell if he was - if he was ... bleeding or scared or - or if he was ...."

Valen whimpered and pulled hard on Draco's hair. Draco hissed but took a deep breath.

Harry's breathing had sped up again but he fell onto his back to try and control it, staring firmly up at the blurry 'H' that he knew was there but couldn't quite make out without his glasses on.

Draco began to sing again. It was a soothing melody that he could play on the piano too.

Harry's eyes slowly made their way from the 'H' to stare at Draco's pale back as he sang to their child. He found it comforted him a great deal too.

Draco could feel both Valen and Harry relaxing. He smiled. Valen's eyelids dropped slowly closed and his hand relaxed. After a minute, Draco gently uncurled his son's hand, freeing the damp strands from among the little fingers. Valen wiggled a bit but settled down when his hand was released. Draco carefully leaned forward and set the infant in the cot, nearly holding his breath as he sat back.

Harry's breathing was normal now, but he had not fallen asleep. He simply rested there on his back, still staring at Draco, a far-away expression on his face.

Draco turned and smiled at his husband. He reached a pale hand out and tucked a wayward strand of hair back. "We won't let him," he said. "Never."

Harry nodded, taking another deep breath. "We won't," he agreed.

***

Harry's eyes were bloodshot. He hadn't slept well the previous night, and kept playing the nightmare he'd had over and over again in his head. He knew it was what Voldemort wanted, but he couldn't help it. He held Valen close to him, having hardly wanted to let him go at all that day. He was in the library with Draco and his friends, looking over his parents' journals with them, though his mind was hardly there. It had only been a few days since Hermione had destroyed the dagger Horcrux and it felt like it had made something click, something that seemed to speed up time terribly. Harry would have been very glad for it only those few days ago. The endless research had truly seemed endless, and it had driven Harry mad. He had felt like he would never get to Voldemort, but now, he felt as if he could literally see that battle with him on the horizon, and it only seemed too soon, and the nightmare he'd had made it even more terrifying.

He knew that the only thing stopping him from going after Voldemort at that very second was his own lack of power - or lack of control over it according to Draco. He knew that he needed to train before facing him, knew that he needed to learn Legilimency, knew that he needed to use the power held in the locked room in the Department of Mysteries. It made him reluctant to find the answers in his parents' notebooks, for he knew that they would undoubtedly be able to help him with all of their studies on love. He knew that they would also be able to help him in harnessing whatever power resided in that room. It would only speed things up even more.

Harry wanted to kill Lord Voldemort. He wanted the murders of innocent people to stop, he wanted the world safe for his friends and family, but he couldn't help his feelings of selfishness whenever he looked at Valen or Draco. He didn't want Valen to live without parents and he didn't want Draco to die if Harry himself did. Like Draco had said in what felt like forever ago, Harry wanted to take him, and now Valen, and run away with them so that he didn't have to do any of this, so that they wouldn't have to deal it, but he also knew he could not live with that. His head hurt from all of the thinking he had done in one night.

He kissed the top of Valen's head, staring at a random place in the carpet. The others' voices meshed together so that he couldn't actually distinguish their words.

As usual, Draco was buried in books. They surrounded him like satellites. He glanced up at Harry, frowning. Harry had been moody and withdrawn since the dream. Even Valen had been subdued, probably reacting to Harry. The dream worried Draco too, but it made him all the more determined to get their job done. "Harry?" he asked when he realised the man was no longer following the discussion with Ron and Hermione.

Harry didn't even hear Draco, lost in his thoughts.

Hermione looked up and her brows met in a frown. "Harry," she said, trying to get his attention as well, and when he still didn't answer, she said his name again.

He finally looked over, starting slightly. "What?" he asked.

Hermione nodded her head toward Draco and Harry turned his head to look at him.

Draco stared up at Harry. "Love, we need you with us for this," he said.

Harry sighed, bringing his hand up to rub at his eyes. "Sorry," he said. "I know."

Hermione was still frowning, but she took a breath and went back to what she had been saying. "If you look at these logs on their experiments, it's easy to tell they were working with some sort of power - how to use love to increase magical ability."

"Hate fuels the Dark Lord's magic, and this implies that love could be used the same way, to fuel magic," Draco said, pointing out a line in Latin.

Hermione nodded. "And here," she said, pointing to a passage, "they were using the love between a mother and her child in one of the experiments, so it's most likely all forms. Love between friends, love between parents and children, love between lovers. And Harry has all of it." She smiled up at him from her place on the floor.

Harry nodded. "And that's good," he said quietly.

"Of course it is," said Hermione, though Harry hadn't actually asked a question.

Draco frowned again at his husband. This wouldn't work if Harry wasn't involved. He sighed and stood up, stretching.

All three of the others looked at Draco. Harry raised his eyebrows only a very small bit in question, absently stroking Valen's hair.

Hermione and Ron both sighed, turning eyes on Harry then.

Draco reached for his son.

Harry frowned, but handed Valen over after a moment, not really wanting to.

Draco kissed his son on the forehead and then handed him to Hermione.

She nodded to Draco and smiled at the baby, giving his hair a light kiss.

Harry frowned some more, staring up at his husband.

Draco's eyes narrowed. He took Harry's hands and pulled him to his feet. "Excuse us," he said to the other two, and Apparated himself and his husband to their bedroom.

"What?" Harry asked upon arrival, still staring at Draco in much the same way.

"You don't have the luxury of wallowing in self-pity!" Draco snapped at him.

Harry's face contorted in unexpected anger. "Self-pity?" he asked, voice shaking. "You think this is self-pity?"

"Yesss," Draco hissed, glaring at him.

"Piss off, Draco," Harry said, glaring at him in turn. "I'll wallow in whatever the fuck I want. A fucking murderer, who would kill anyone without giving it a second thought, sent me a threat in a dream. A threat to my baby, and you don't want me to think about that? I'm not a fucking god, okay? No matter how much everyone wants to think I fucking am!" His voice grew louder towards the end of his short rant until he let off with a shout.

"He's my son too," Draco sneered. "And I intend to do something about it. Not sit around staring at the floor!"

Harry let out a growl of frustration, pushing past Draco roughly to sit heavily on the edge of the bed, his face in his hands.

Draco turned and stood in front of his husband. "Look at me," he snapped.

Harry didn't, out of spite, not moving an inch.

Draco reached out and grabbed the back of Harry's hair, forcing his head back so he had to look up.

Harry gritted his teeth in anger, reaching to pull Draco's hand from his hair.

Draco gripped Harry's hair harder and looked him in the eyes. "Every day people die because of Him. Other people's babies die," he hissed. "You can't lose it now. We need you. Valen needs you."

"I don't need you to tell me!" Harry shouted at Draco. "You think I don't know? You think I didn't spend the whole night thinking about it? You think I haven't spent practically my entire life thinking about it?"

Green fire. Harry's magic crackled and a smile spread across Draco's face. That's it, he thought, and brought his mouth down on Harry's.

Harry was startled and his eyes widened as Draco kissed him. He pulled back, his face full of confusion. "Why do you do this to me?" he asked, voice pained.

Draco arched an eyebrow. "Because you need it," he said, grey eyes serious.

Harry let out a shaky sigh, moving forward to press his forehead to Draco's, unsure of what to say to that.

Draco stood with his hand still in Harry's hair and their foreheads resting together. "You back now?" he asked. "Because we can have another fight if you need it."

"I'm back," Harry whispered, "but we can fight if you want to."

"I'd rather skip to the make-up sex, if it's all right with you," Draco whispered.

"It's all right with me," Harry breathed, kissing Draco gently.

Draco covered Harry's mouth again, licking and sucking at his lips and pushing him back onto the bed as he did.

Harry made a small sound, wrapping one arm around Draco's shoulders as he was pushed onto his back.

Draco pressed his husband into the bed, one knee between Harry's legs.

Harry steadily pressed himself against Draco's leg, his cock hardening in his trousers. He could hardly believe sometimes how well Draco could play him. They were fighting one moment and moving against each other on their bed the next. Harry wondered if there were buttons on his body for his husband that were invisible to everyone else.

Draco's fingers were still wrapped in Harry's hair and he tugged, pulling his lover's head to one side while he nibbled his way along his jaw to his ear.

A long, heavy breath escaped Harry's lips and he closed his eyes, still pressing down against the knee between his open legs.

Draco licked the edge of his husband's ear and then whispered in it. "I push you because you are at your best when I do, Harry," he said. "No one knows you like I do."

"No one makes me as angry as you do either," Harry whispered back. "No one makes me feel anything like you do."

"Good," Draco said, nibbling Harry's earlobe. "I am a selfish brat, and that is just the way I want it."

Harry sighed in pleasure. "My selfish brat," he said softly, squeezing his arms around the blond.

Draco began to bite and suck on Harry's neck, grinding his arousal against Harry's thigh through their clothes.

Harry moaned quietly, squeezing Draco again. "Tell me," he breathed, his eyes closed tight. "Please tell me it's going to work. Even if you feel like you're lying."

Draco lifted his head and looked into his husband's eyes. "We will find a way to destroy him," he said. "You are the most naturally powerful wizard in the world. You have what it takes to do this. We just have to learn how to control it. Now use some of that limitless power to strip and fuck me."

Harry raised his head up and brought their mouths together again. He moaned at Draco's last words and used his hands to rid his husband of his clothes and then himself. "I want you to ride me like you're fucking me," he whispered against his lips, moving his hand firmly down Draco's back to grasp his arse.

"Oh, yes," Draco moaned. He stood then. "Sit up with your back to the headboard," he told him.

Harry pushed himself up and then moved across the bed, sitting where Draco wanted him to, and it was exactly what he wanted as well. He stared at Draco, waiting for him as his heart sped up.

Draco grinned, crawling up the big bed with a nearly feral look. "I am going to ride you," he agreed.

Harry took in a slow breath through his teeth, his body burning with lust. "Going to fuck yourself on my cock," he said, using a hand to feel down his own stomach and then stroke his length, using the Lube Spell as he did.

"Yes." Draco grinned mischievously. "But first, bend your knees and spread your legs."

Harry did so, watching Draco with darkened eyes as he bit his lip.

"Accio dildo," Draco said, holding his hand up. The toy flew from where they stored it.

Harry's eyes widened and he gasped and flushed, his breathing quickening. "Merlin, Draco," he whispered, feeling his cock twitch in his own hand.

Draco smirked at him. "How big do you want it?" he asked.
Harry gasped again, squeezing his cock as he stroked himself. "How big do you think I can take?" he asked huskily, staring into Draco's eyes.

"Well, you've had up to my wrist size," Draco pointed out, his own erection twitching as well.

"Not that big," Harry said with a small breathless laugh. "A little smaller." He opened his legs even wider, sliding down the headboard a bit so that his entrance was more easily accessible.

"We'll start it out my size and if you want it bigger, I can adjust it," Draco said, casting the spell to adjust the dildo and setting it nearby. Then he used his wand to cast the Lube Spell on his own fingers.

Harry licked his lips as he watched Draco, eyes lingering on his long, slick fingers.

"Keep stroking yourself," Draco said. He pressed his wet fingers against his husband's hole, pushing gently inside.

Harry moaned, continuing to move his hand over his cock. He licked his lips again, eyelids fluttering.

"Yes," Draco hissed, twisting and stroking with his fingers until he was sure his husband was relaxed enough for the dildo. Then he used his silver hand to reach for the toy. He slid his fingers out and the dildo inside in one motion.

Harry groaned deeply, increasing the pressure on his own cock as he was filled. "Fuck," he panted, looking down between his own legs.

"Don't come yet," Draco warned, slowly pumping the purple phallus in and out of his lover.

Harry made a sound of frustration, letting up on his cock as he was fucked with the toy.

Draco loved watching the toy sliding in and out of Harry. He reached his other hand, still slick from his husband, to push into himself.

Harry whimpered, meeting the thrusts inside him with tiny movements of his hips. "Mmm, I want you on my cock so fucking bad," he hissed.

"Gods, yes," Draco gasped, withdrawing his fingers from his own body. He pushed the the dildo in further and then cast the charm to widen one end slightly so that it was held inside Harry's body.

"Yes," Harry agreed, cock throbbing. He released it, using both hands to grasp the headboard behind him.

Draco crawled up his husband's body, straddling his hips and reaching back to take hold of his shaft. He looked down into those green eyes as he did.

Harry was panting as he looked up at Draco. "Let's fuck," he said to him in a particularly raunchy way.

Draco grinned and then gasped, eyelids fluttering as he pressed himself down on Harry's cock, feeling the head breach him.

Harry hissed again. "Oh, yeah," he groaned, feeling Draco's heat and tightness surrounding him and the press of the dildo inside anytime he made any sort of movement.

"I want you to imagine you are fucking me and being fucked by me at the same time," Draco said, voice rough with his arousal.

Harry practically growled out a groan, imagining two Dracos and thinking there would probably be nothing better.

"Oh, fuck, yes; the feeling of you inside me and me inside you," Draco moaned, beginning to rock forward and feeling Harry's cock sliding part of the way out.

Harry thrust up a bit and felt his arse stretched with the dildo. He cried out, seeing two silver hands moving over his body, two pale, long-fingered ones accompanying them. "God, so fucking hot," he breathed. "Two of you."

Draco chuckled, rocking back onto his lover's cock and reaching to pinch his nipples as he did.

"Fuck," Harry gasped, bringing one hand from the headboard to hold Draco's side, soon letting the other one down to rest on his other side. He pushed Draco onto his cock as he thrust up into him.

"Yes, oh, yes," Draco gasped, rocking with those thrusts. "Fuck me and feel me fucking you!"

The pleasure in Harry surged and he nearly came. "Oh, fuck, Draco," he whimpered. "Everything about you feels fucking amazing."

"Yes, we are amazing," Draco agreed, rocking faster, shuddering with each slide deeper into his body. He could feel Harry's magic rising fast.

Harry was so fucking hot and he gripped Draco tighter, thrusting into him as firmly as he could manage. And then when the dildo hit his prostate as he moved, he screamed with pleasure, coming inside his husband, his arse clenching around the toy.

Harry's seed and magic filled him and Draco threw his head back, crying out as he came.

Harry sat back, panting as he floated through his orgasm. He pulled Draco gently forward and kissed his collar bone, licking his salty skin.

Draco cupped the back of Harry's head, kissing his forehead as the man licked him. The blond was still shuddering, the magic still tingling in his body.

Harry pulled back and looked up at Draco, giving him a sated smile. "I needed that," he said quietly. "On all levels."

"I know," Draco said with a smirk.

"You really did, didn't you?" Harry said, reaching up to cup Draco's cheek and stroke it with his thumb.

Draco kissed his thumb, smiling happily. "Yes," he said softly.

"I love you more and more every second," Harry whispered reverently.

"And together we can do anything," Draco assured him.

Harry nodded, letting himself believe it. "As long as I have you," he said.