HOME IS WHERE HIS HEART IS

Home is Where His Heart Is


Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17 for sexual situations and profanity
Summary: After being the Boy-Who-Lived for so many years, Harry decides to start over somewhere that no one knows him – out west – where his dreams start to come true but aren’t complete without a certain blond . . .
Disclaimer: Just borrowing a few characters of the Potterverse for my own twisted ends, they belong soley to a brilliant witch J.K.Rowling. The plot is mine as well as some of the characters far from Harry’s home. I make no money (I wish) writing this fanfiction story, but I will take chocolate...or a review and let me know what you think.
Warnings: Last book didn’t happen, except the Horcrux’s mentioned, but not in detail. A brief glance at HP/SS but doesn’t go further than mentioned in chapter one. There is mentioned of M/F but not detailed. Also, I have abbreviated some of the main characters names in some parts when they are talking to each other. Some people may not like that, but hey, my fic, my choice. Oh, and western terminology so not my thing, so be warned. Mpreg mentioned, but not detailed.

Thanks go to PW for fine tuning this story. Any mistakes you find are my own, as I had added a bit after she had looked at it. Also thanks to Graballz who helped me with the epilogue and other bits of the story since my imagination got kidnapped by a bunch of troublesome cornish pixies; also Nikki, and girls at ‘The Coven’ for the brainstorming that I was needing for some of the more finer points, some things may be off.

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Chapter One


“It’s just something I need to do,” Harry Potter sighed, looking at the two redheaded Weasley twins and the werewolf across from him.


It was after dinner at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, Harry’s house that he inherited from his godfather, Sirius Black who fell through the veil at the Ministry of Magic in his fifth year. He had just recently graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, having lost many friends the past year. Hermione Granger, one of his first friends at Hogwarts was killed along with her family by Death Eaters the previous Christmas. It had been a tremendous blow to those that knew and loved her. Ron Weasley, the first boy to befriend him, took it especially hard, as they were engaged to be married. His vengeance towards the Death Eaters led to Lucius Malfoy’s death as well as his own life. Harry took their deaths hard. He was determined to defeat Voldemort then, but with his best friends’ deaths, he was obsessive in his training. He tested out of most of his classes early to train longer and harder. He became close to Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy who helped him train in the dark arts that Dumbledore refused to teach him.

He wanted vengeance, but he was not suicidal. His training was coming to an end. The Order, as well as the Ministry Aurors were planning on crashing a little party that Voldemort had planned the next night.

“Where will you go?” Remus Lupin asked, still recovering from his werewolf transformation a few nights ago.

“I’d rather not say,” Harry replied. “You know that weekend I kind of disappeared last month?”

The three of them nodded.

“I was setting up another life. I’ve been planning this for a while now, even before Ron and ‘Mione died,” he sadly added.

He gave Remus, Fred, and George a gold chain with a jade stone pendant. “These will tell you if I’m okay. When they turn black, it means I’ve died somehow.”

“But why do you have to go?” Fred asked.

“You know as well as I, once I defeat Voldemort, and I plan on it, that the wizarding world will not leave me alone. They’ll either think I’ll be the next dark lord or they’ll be hounding me, not letting me live my life.”

“Is your vault still open at Gringotts?” George asked.

“So we can put your part of the profits in from the shop,” Fred finished.

“About that . . . ” Harry began.

“No. You will remain our partner, Harry,” George interrupted. “If it wasn’t for you giving us the winnings from the Tri-Wizard tournament in your fourth year, we wouldn’t have Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes.”

“Or opening another store in Hogsmeade,” Fred grinned.

“Fine,” Harry laughed, holding up his hand. “The vault – all my vaults are still there. I’ve set up a credit system so when I need to take out money, I can use the Muggle way through instant tellers, and they even gave me some wizarding cheques with my new name on them that look Muggle.”

“What will your name be?” Remus asked.

“It will still be Harry, but my last name will be different. I will keep in contact with you. I just need to live my life for once, instead of living up to expectations that the rest of the wizarding world have for me.”

“I’ll miss you, Harry,” Remus quietly said.

“I’ll miss you too, Remy. I promise to write you. I’ve also talked to a wizarding lawyer and Gringotts and transferred the deeds to Grimmauld to you,” Harry said.

“When will you be leaving?” Fred asked.

“As soon as Voldemort is dead,” Harry replied as he got up. He wrapped his arms around Fred and George in turn. “Be good,” he grinned. “Or as close as you two can get.”

“You know us well,” Fred and George chorused, returning the embrace.

“Maybe once I’m settled, you can come for a visit,” Harry said, embracing Remus next. “Keep these two in line.”

“Don’t do anything stupid, Harry,” Remus said.

“What are you talking about Remy?” Harry smirked.

“I know that look, the look of someone up to something,” Remus said, holding onto Harry’s shoulders to look him in the eye.

“I promise I won’t jump into anything. I’ve been planning this for months now,” Harry said, stepping back. “Now, I think we should be off to bed. Big day tomorrow,” he added, looking to the clock that read 11:00 p.m.


Harry left the room, and made his way up the stairs, making sure to step over the creaking step. At the top of the landing, he met up with Severus, meeting him eye to eye, thanks to the growth spurt last year.

“Off to bed, Potter?” Severus smirked.

“To a bed – yes,” Harry replied. “Look. I just want to say thanks, and good luck tomorrow.”

“Thanks for what, Harry?” Severus asked.

“Thanks for training me, putting up with me, and being my friend,” Harry softly replied, stepping forward to place a soft kiss on the Slytherin’s mouth, then leaned in when Severus began to respond.

Severus returned the kiss, something he had wanted to do for months now. His arms went around Harry’s back, pulling him close to him. When the need to breathe became a problem, they broke away from the kiss. Severus leaned in to kiss the side of Harry’s neck. “Be careful, Harry.”

“Always,” Harry quietly said by Severus’ ear.

“Now go to bed. And don’t keep him up too late,” Severus smirked. “And remember the silencing spell, as I am in the bedroom next to his.”

“Unless, you’d like to join us?” Harry grinned, not bothering to hide where he was going.

“No, not this time. You two have been building up to this moment for a while now, if not years. I know you care for him, just be careful. He’s not as hard of a person as he appears to others,” Severus said.

“Thanks, Sev,” Harry said, giving him a brief kiss to his mouth again, then took the few steps to the blond’s door, feeling Severus’s eyes still on his back.


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Harry quietly opened the door, and stepped through, sealing and sound proofing the room. He made his way to the bed to see the blond, the man that had been in his dreams for months now, laying on his back, with the sheets bunched down to his waist. Harry took in the sight, his mouth watering as he looked at the slim column of throat to his chiseled chest and abdomen, from the many hours of training and Quidditch that he still had played until the end of school.

He used wandless magic to slowly raise Draco’s arms above his head, using a silk tie that he had brought to tie the wrists to the headboard. He held his breath as Draco shifted in his sleep, but still remained asleep. He slipped his jeans and boxers down his legs, then pulled the T-shirt over his head to then pull the sheet down Draco’s body, then with a flick of his hand, rid Draco of his pajama bottoms.

He carefully crawled on the bed between Draco’s legs, leaning in to inhale the muskiness of Draco’s skin. He placed a soft kiss on the softened cock, then continued up, bracing his body up on his hands as he kissed the ringed nipple, then darted his tongue out to swirl around the nub.

Draco thought he was dreaming when he felt a warm breath on his skin, slowly moving up his body. He then felt a wetness on his chest, bringing him out of his sleepy haze. He opened his eyes to see his crush leaning over him, his tongue and lips teasing his nipple. He gave a low moan, then tried to bring his arm down to hold Harry to him. At the resistance, he glanced up, then down again to see that Harry was looking up at him.

“Harry, what do you think you’re doing?” Draco asked. “And why am I naked, and tied to my bed?”

“I’m taking advantage of your body, Draco,” Harry grinned, raising himself on his knees between Draco’s legs, his hands gliding down Draco’s sides to his hips. “I may not have another opportunity to touch you – and I’ve so wanted to do this,” he huskily added, skimming his knuckles up the length of the hardening cock.

Draco moaned and bucked his hips up against Harry’s hand. “Untie me, Harry,” he softly said, licking his lips as he saw that Harry’s body was bared before him, his cock hard and dripping.

Harry shook his head, then leaned over him again. “Just give me this Dray – that’s all I ask,” he whispered as he looked into Draco’s eyes.

Draco saw the need in Harry’s eyes; something for which he didn’t want to hope. He raised his head to meet Harry’s lips in a soft, tentative kiss, his feet sliding up the back of Harry’s calves to keep him right where he was.

“Gods, Dray,” Harry moaned before leaning in to deepen the kiss. His hand laid on Draco’s chest, feeling the racing heartbeat against his palm. He brushed his tongue along Draco’s bottom lip, wanting more, then moaned against those lips when Draco’s tongue came out to slide against his.

Draco brought up his leg to Harry’s hips, pulling him down on top of him, moaning into the kiss when his cock slid against an equally hard length.

Harry pulled away from the kiss, his lips leaving a wet trail across Draco’s jaw, to his neck. He thrust down with his hips, over and over again, as he nibbled and sucked on the pale skin of Draco’s neck. His hand slid down Draco’s side, resting on the writhing hip beneath him.

“Gods – don’t – stop,” Draco raggedly panted as he ground up against Harry’s cock, his neck arching back as he gripped the headboard with his bound hands.

Harry reached between them to wrap his fingers around their lengths, thrusting a few times before crying out Draco’s name as he came, his cum slick and wet between their bodies. He felt Draco’s legs tighten around the backs of his thighs, then felt the blonds’ pulse in his hands as he came. Harry looked down at Draco’s face as he came, feeling a stirring in his lower body again.

He let go of their cocks as his lips continued exploring Draco’s body. He gently licked and kissed his way over Draco’s heaving chest, mapping out the spots on his body that were moan-worthy. He swirled his tongue around a nipple, moaning as he tasted some of their combined cum that had splattered between them. He eagerly lapped up the cum, sucking and nibbling as he went.

“Untie me, Harry,” Draco said breathlessly, then arched his back when Harry sucked on his ringed nipple. “Please, I want to touch you.”

Harry looked up at Draco, meeting the mirrored lustful gaze. He never wavered as his lips traveled lower, over the quivering muscled abdomen. He let go of one side of Draco’s hip briefly to flick his hand in the direction of Draco’s bound hands, to come back to grip his hips again. His tongue lapped the cum from Draco’s lower stomach, then pressed his tongue at the base of his cock, taking a long, broad brush up to the tip.

“Mmm, Harry,” Draco moaned when a warm wet tongue swirled around the head of his cock. One hand held onto Harry’s at his hip, while the fingers of the other combed through the tousled hair, urging him to take him deeper. Lips and tongue teased his shaft, never quite slipping into the warmth. His hips bucked up, when Harry finally took him into his mouth.

Harry lowered his mouth, taking him deeper; his tongue sweeping where it could reach. He began a steady rhythm of moving up and down on Draco’s cock, the blond’s fingers tightening into Harry’s hair.

“Fuck – Harry,” Draco groaned, suddenly pulling Harry up and off of him to bring him up onto his body. He shifted around to lay Harry on his back, leaning over him to latch onto his lips in a passion-filled kiss. His hand lay on Harry’s chest, slowly gliding up to his neck, then cheek. He broke away from the kiss and gazed down at Harry, slowing things down as he caressed the side of his face.

Harry reached up and lay his hand over Draco’s on his cheek, kissing the palm. “Make love to me, Dray,” Harry whispered, the plea plain to see in his eyes. “Just give me this – please.”

Draco wasn’t about to refuse Harry’s request. He leaned in to softly kiss Harry’s mouth in a gentle caress of their lips. His hand feathered down Harry’s face, neck, then chest, teasing the nipples with his fingernails before lightly rolling the nub between forefinger and thumb. He rolled on his side more, pulling Harry to him as his hand skimmed down Harry’s stomach to around his back.

Harry’s heart beat erratically as Draco caressed his back and hips, his lips caressing his in a slow, but thorough kiss. A warm hand skimmed down his thigh, gently guiding it up to rest over Draco’s hip. He pressed closer to Draco’s body, his hips thrusting against Draco’s. A small whimper escaped from his lips when Draco pulled away from the kiss, then moaned and threw his head back when Draco reached between them to fist his cock.

Draco pulled his upper body back a bit to watch as Harry writhed beside him from his touches. He stroked Harry’s cock slowly, his thumb gliding over the leaking head. Harry’s hand gripped Draco’s forearm as he thrust into his hand. Draco leaned in to kiss, then nibble onto Harry’s arched neck, his hand letting go of Harry’s erection to skim across his hip to go around to his backside.

Harry’s hand slid up Draco’s arm to tangle in the back of his hair as he pressed against the blond. He felt Draco’s hand glide over his backside, pulling him closer to him. He heard the murmured lubrication spell against his neck, then Draco’s fingertip tease his puckered hole. He opened his eyes and met the silver blue gaze of his lover to be.

Draco felt Harry’s leg lift higher as he pushed back against his fingers. He looked into Harry’s eyes, then his lips, the teeth biting the bottom lip. No words were said as Draco slid a finger inside of Harry. He leaned in to catch the moan from Harry’s lips as he thrust in and out with his finger.

“More,” Harry whimpered against Draco’s lips, then pulled Draco’s head closer to his, as their kiss deepened.

Draco slid another finger in, thrusting in deep, nudging that sweet spot inside with his fingertips. He added another finger after, twisting and stretching the hole. “Gods – I need to be inside of you,” Draco groaned, pulling back from the kiss. His cock was aching and hard, eager to bury himself deep within Harry.

Harry rolled onto his back, using the leg on Draco’s hip to pull him on top of him. His leg was lifted to Draco’s shoulder as the blond positioned the head of his cock at his lubricated hole. He closed his eyes briefly as Draco slid in, slowly, inch by inch.

Draco sheathed himself completely inside Harry, then stilled to let him adjust to being filled. His breathing grew ragged as he held back the urge to fuck Harry fast and hard. He didn’t want it to end that quick. He waited until Harry was looking up at him, then slowly withdrew halfway, to then thrust in deep again. His hand glided across Harry’s stomach and chest as he began a slow but steady rhythm with his hips.

Harry’s gaze locked with Draco’s as they made love, as their coupling felt like more than ‘just sex’. He felt like Draco truly cared for him. He waited until Draco was about to slowly thrust in again, then bucked up, taking Draco in deep and hard.

They both moaned out loud at the fast contact. Draco let Harry’s leg slip to his waist, then leaned down to claim Harry’s willing lips in a fevered kiss as he drove into him deep and hard, over and over again.

Harry met him thrust for thrust, then pulled away from the kiss to press his head back against the pillow, panting out Draco’s name in a breathless whisper as he came.

Draco felt the tight channel grip his cock almost painfully then, the warm fluid smearing onto his stomach. He thrust in once – then twice more before his climax crested its peak. He placed a tender kiss to the racing pulse of Harry’s neck, then raised his head up to look down at Harry.

Harry let his legs slide down Draco’s, then wrapped his arms around the blond’s back as he felt his softened cock slip out of him. He cherished this brief contact with the man of his dreams.

Draco shifted off Harry to lie on his back, bringing Harry with him. “Be careful tomorrow, Harry,” he softly said, kissing Harry’s forehead.

Harry snuggled against Draco’s side, smiling to himself when he felt the arm tighten around his back. “You too,” Harry returned, kissing Draco’s neck.


He waited until he felt the steady slow breathing of Draco beneath his cheek, then raised himself on his elbow to look down at him. He whispered a deep sleep spell, then gently kissed Draco’s mouth. “Sleep well, Dray,” he quietly said, slipping out of the warm bed to dress in the soft candle lit room.

He quietly went to his room to dress in his battle gear: daggers sheathed, two on each dragon hide boot, a belt around his waist next with smaller throwing daggers, and a sword sheathed behind his back. Finally, his wand in an arm holster, not that he would need it as he became quite proficient at wandless magic.

He stealthily crept down the stairs of the slumbering house and slipped out the front door. He placed his hand on the door and incanted the spell that was the most important to him. He felt the tingling warmth of the ward against his hands, then backed up to the street. He looked one last time at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, then slipped into the shadows to Apparate to his destiny.


tbc (I promise)
The fic is complete (18 chapters) - just rereading and checking things out

Hope you enjoy

~tas