Author: HatefulRodeo

Story: Harbinger

Notes: This chapter will be in Harry's POV. More plot ahead; Enjoy Lovelies!

Disclaimer: I own nothing and I make absolutely no money from this fic. J.K.R. owns all rights to Harry Potter. *Sniffles*

Previously:

Draco slipped into bed next to Harry and waited until Harry placed his head on his stomach. Why Harry liked to lay on his abs was a mystery to Draco but he didn't mind, so never asked, just having Harry near him was enough for him.

Bringing his large hand to Harry's thick hair Draco ran his fingers through his lover's now long locks; Harry was asleep within minutes. The Malfoy hair smiled down at his lover, he really must have been tired to fall asleep so quickly.

Draco was lucky to have Harry with him, the younger male was loyal, smart and beautiful both inside and out. The Malfoy heir would do whatever he could to always make Harry feel loved and wanted. A yawn left Draco's thin lips, settling down the blonde's eyes drooped closed on their own as he was lulled to sleep by Harry's breathing.

~~~~~~~~*********Chapter 9********~~~~~~~~

The day was finally here; just two days after the green-eyed male had tortured his former best friend. Today Harry would meet with Rita Skeeter to tell his some of his story and announce his new allegiance in the upcoming war.

Harry had been hesitant to meet with the blood sucking leech of a reporter but the Dark Lord assured him that Rita would behave herself, writing only what they wanted her to.

That assurance went a long way in settling the young man's nerves; the ex-Gryffindor knew what that woman could do with her slanderous words. The bint had single-handedly made everyone believe him insane during his fifth year, Harry would have to pay her back for all the lies Rita has written about him over the years.

The delightful torture of Rita Skeeter would have to wait until later; as much as he loathed her she was useful to their side. The raven haired teen had learned that you did not discard a useful tool until it had become useless. Until Rita became useless she would live; after that the bitch was fair game.

Making his way toward Marvolo's study he stopped to survey his appearance in one of the gilded mirrors on the wall; the emerald eyed teen looked quite fetching in his Slytherin green formal robes anointed with the Black and Potter family crests.

The entire outfit made Harry look powerful, wealthy and in control; exactly the image he wanted Skeeter to see. He wanted the Prophet's gossip monger to know and understand that fucking with the Lord of the Houses of Potter and Black would not be in Rita's best interest.

A smirk crept onto his delicate features; the younger male turned and quickly made his way to his Lord's study. Approaching the ornate doors the young man knocked, waiting for his entrance to be granted by his surrogate father figure.

As soon as he heard the "Enter" called from Voldemort Harry pushed the door open; allowing Rita's eyes to fall on his entering form. Her eyes bugged comically, both he and the Dark Lord carried amusement in their eyes as Rita began to splutter incoherently in shock while gesturing toward the newly arrived male.

Having enough of Rita's antics Harry spoke; "My my Rita it looks like you have seen a ghost! Really dear you should close your mouth unless you want something shoved in it; I can set that up for you by the way I'm sure one of the Death Eaters would love to entertain you."

Rita's wide open mouth snapped shut with a painful sounding clack; the young man was highly amused with the slag's reactions to him. The former savior was brought back to the issue at hand by his Lord's melodious voice; "Now Rita remember our agreement; you write only what we say. Nothing more, nothing less; if you take any liberties this will be your last article. Do you understand Rita?"

When the Dark Lord said Rita's name it came out with a decidedly hiss like quality, making the reporter even more on edge than before. Deciding it was time to get this over with; the quicker they started the quicker he could hunt down his sexy blonde lover for some fun.

Harry sat himself on the comfortable sofa next to his Lord, casting his intense green eyes to Rita, silently telling her to get on with it. No tea or cake would be served during this meeting; why bother with meaningless frivolity? Rita needed to understand even on the subtlest level that she was no one to Voldemort or to him.

Clearing her throat the reporter began her questions; "So Harry how is that you are here in the presence of You-Know-Who?" The young man looked appropriately thoughtful even though he knew what his answers would be, they had after all told Rita in advance what she could and could not ask.

"I'm sitting next to the Dark Lord because I am his ally in this war. I agree with his views, his goals and the ways he will go about attaining these goals. Most magical people would do if they truly knew what the Dark Lord and his followers stood for."

On cue Rita recited the next question; "Harry what exactly are the views of You-Know-Who?" It amused the younger man that Rita was speaking about the Dark Lord like he wasn't there but then again it may have been a reaction based on fear; ignore it and it isn't there, ignore it and it can't hurt you. Foolish belief but if that was all Rita had he wouldn't disturb her in her ignorance...yet.

"The Dark Lord's views are simple really; the complete segregation of the magical and muggle world. The recognition and introduction of muggle raised magical children into the magical world earlier. Better monitoring of magical children in muggle homes to make sure there is no abuse going on."

"Also, the reversing of several restrictive laws against the practice of certain braches of magic, and before you ask the branches I'm speaking of aren't just the ones dealing with Dark magic."

Rita nodded, her quill flitting across the parchment. "Alright Harry now let's move to the heart of the matter; why did you join You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters?"

Again a faux thoughtful expression graced Harry's face; "I joined the Dark side because I discovered I was being manipulated by Dumbledore. That man was stealing from me, placed me in a home he knew I would be abused in and had kept information in regards to my inheritance and family away from me."

"I became sick of the Headmaster and his follower's manipulations and lies; over the summer it became too much. I escaped my abusive muggle family and apparated to this location. Since my arrival the Dark Lord and his followers have been nothing but kind to me. Kinder than Dumbledore or his people have ever been."

"Rita did you know that man stole money from me to pay my alleged best friends to watch me to become my friend when I arrived at Hogwarts? Every year Dumbledore had set it up so that I will have to face the Dark Lord or some other obstacle."

"For what you may ask? To test his weapon; to make sure I can do just enough to kill the Dark Lord before they eliminate me too, either by committing me to the mental ward at St. Mungos, convicting me to a cell in Azkaban or even murdering me."

"However, the Sorting Hat didn't want to put me in Slytherin for no reason, you see Rita I have a very keen sense of self preservation. I have no interest of walking into my inevitable doom not when the people I was fighting for are worse that the ones I am fighting against."

"I defected from the Light because I am not a tool, I am not a pig to be fattened up for slaughter, I am my own person and I made my own choice; this choice was to side with the Dark Lord and his followers."

Rita looked god smacked by his candid answer; she knew the questions that would be asked but his answers were all new to her. Good, if Skeeter was shocked than the normal witch or wizard would be appalled at the Headmaster and his neglectful treatment of the ex- savior of the wizarding world.

The blonde witch nodded; "What will you do now? I'm assuming you will not be returning to Hogwarts for you sixth year." The teen shook his head in the negative; "No I will remain here to continue my education under the Dark Lord. Ironically I've learned more here in a month than I ever have at Hogwarts, pathetic if you ask me."

"Aside from my lessons I will be assisting the Dark Lord in any way I can, this war will be ended soon and I am confident that the Dark will win out in the end. After all only a fool would want that muggle loving fool Dumbledore to win." Rita smirked at the insult given to Dumbledore before asking a question for the Dark Lord; "My Lord, why are you allowing yourself to be seen now? After all Minister Fudge has been vehemently denying your resurrection for almost two years."

Voldemort smirked; "Do not blame Fudge for his denial. I have not made it easy for people to know I have returned. The only people's word Fudge had to go by in regards to my rebirth were Albus Dumbledore's and Harry Potter's; the Minister does not trust Dumbledore obviously with good reason and he believed that Harry just followed along with whatever Dumbledore said. Which at one time may have been true."

"As for why now? Why not now? I think it is about time the wizarding world got to know the true me and my true goals. So many lies have been told in regards to me and my actions. I think it is time to clear them up, which is why I am meeting with you. I desire for our world to become better, smarter more sufficient and I want to do it for all the world to see not just from the shadows."

"As I said previously so many lies and horrible deeds have beeb credited to me where no credit was due. Many things people have said I have done I have not and resent Dumbledore for spreading his lies about me and my people. That man is a manipulator and a liar; look at what he did to Harry and that is all you need to know about the honor and good will of Albus Dumbledore."

Rita's quill was streaking across the parchment, a wide, quite disturbing smile on her face; "So my Lord can you tell me about the escape of your alleged Death Eaters from Azkaban? Such as where are they hiding?" The crimson eyes man glared hard at Rita, making the bitch gulp in fear, which in turn amused Harry very much; "No, Skeeter I cannot as I do not know where they are the present time."

"But I can only imagine how horrible it must have been for them. Locked up in Azkaban without a trial for almost sixteen years much like Sirius Black was. It truly is a miscarriage of justice that people are thrown into prison without so much as a hearing to ensure they are in fact guilty. Now if that's all Rita I have things to do and little time to further waste on you."

Harry smirked and watched as she stood, bowed lowly and murmured a quiet farewell before disappearing into the floo, with a flare of green the obnoxious witch was gone. Marvolo turned to his apprentice; "You did well Harry; I expect Rita will send her article to us by tomorrow so we can review it before it is published. As much as I think she will behave I just want to be sure."

Harry could only agree with his Lord; Rita needed to be kept on a short leash. Now that would be fun, treating Rita like a dog for a while before he euthanized her like the rabid bitch she was.

Marvolo snapped Harry out of his thoughts when the older man began to speak again; "Well I think you have earned the rest of the day off, go and find your Malfoy and enjoy the rest of your time together." The teen smiled widely at his father figure before he walked quickly out of the finely decorated room.

He found his blonde lover seated in the massive library, reading a thick book and sipping a cup of tea. The blonde must have heard Harry enter since Draco lofted his handsome face to give the male approaching him a blindingly sweet smile.

Never in a million years would the ex-savior believe that Draco Malfoy could be sweet, gentle or kind, but he was incredibly so; it pleased Harry to know that he was one of the few who saw this side of the Malfoy heir.

"How was your meeting love?" The smaller male grimaced at his lover's question; "The meeting went well; Rita did as we asked and now we are just waiting for the final draft to approve it before it is published. I just wanted to strangle Skeeter throughout the whole interview.

After all the hell she has put me through I think I would be justified in wanting to see her suffer." A pout was present on the raven haired teen's face when he was done talking. Draco chuckled before leaning forward and kissing Harry's furrowed brow, flattening the creases in the younger's forehead.

"I know love and some of that hell was caused by me; I apologize for it you know. If I would have known what you were being put through I never would have treated you as I did." He stared at Draco for a while after the elder had finished talking, warmth flooding through his heart once again at the sincerity and care the Malfoy heir had for him.

"I know you wouldn't have Draco, besides I wouldn't have accepted your kindness as anything but a trick until the end of this last school year. Now I see that I should have taken your hand in first year; you may have been a snob but you have never been anything but honest with me.

I can only thank you for accepting me as easily as you have. I love you." Draco smiled again, pulling Harry to rest against his firm side while he picked up the discarded book from the side table. "Well then let's relax for a bit then we can grab lunch before we head out to the Qudditch pitch.

I have several things I want to do with you before I have to leave for Hogwarts tomorrow morning; more of these things will come tonight." A lewd smirk crossed Draco's handsome features making a shiver of desire ripple up Harry's spine.

"Why wait until tonight?" With a flick of his Holly wand a strong privacy charm was erected while their clothing was removed from them and folded neatly on a nearby armchair. "I'm ready right now Malfoy."

Draco looked deep into his green eyes before capturing his lips in a desperate kiss, their kiss expressed so much; love, adoration, longing and sadness that soon they would be apart for months without seeing each other.

Draco thrust his hips forward, gliding his hardened erection against the Harry's rigid shaft; they began to rut against each other, animalistic noises escaping from their connected mouths.

Their sweet kiss had degenerated into a sloppy joining of tongue and lips; the green eyed male thought he might have saliva dripping down his cheek. Harry also found he didn't give a right damn as long as their cocks kept clashing in this delightful way; both men's thrusts were becoming harder, more erratic as pre-cum beaded down and coated their lengths.

Draco's large hand reached in between their bodies, grasping both of their erections in his talented hand as he began to pump them. HIs blonde lover used their pre-cum to smooth out his motions, the raven haired male was in euphoria as his orgasm crept up on him.

The blonde broke his lips away from his mouth and began to suck on a particularly sensitive spot in the crook of Harry's neck. The moans being released by the ex-Gryffindor were now free to escape him unhindered, the sensual noises spread through the space within their privacy bubble.

Harry began to thrusts his hips harder; trying to match the rhythm Draco was setting with the thrusts of his hips and strokes of his hand. It was becoming more difficult to keep up, all he wanted was to cum. Harry could feel it, he was so close to the edge; all he needed was one more push and his end would be upon him.

Draco continued to thrust against him while stroking their lengths; the blonde male leaned forward his swollen lips next to the raven's sensitive ear. "You look so beautiful like this; sitting on my lap while you rut against me like a wanton whore. My beautiful Harry."

Those words were the last straw, with one more slide of Draco's hand Harry was cumming hard onto their stomachs; mewls of ecstasy were falling from Harry's kiss bruised lips, his toes curling as his seed continued to erupt form his engorged cock.

Draco continued to pump their lengths; trying to reach his climax and milk Harry's for all it was worth. Soon a low growl reverberated from the blonde's broad chest and he was cumming; their essences mixed and converged on the pale flesh of the abdomens.

The green eyed teen was extremely docile and sated in his lover's comfortable lap; leaning forward the Potter Lord snuggled into Draco's body while his green eyes slipped closed. A chuckle was heard from his blonde lover before a cleansing charm was uttered.

Harry took this as his cue to take a nap and went about doing just that; "Harry love let's get into a more comfortable position, hmm?" A chuff was the response Draco received from the raven in his lap.

"Alright then just stay still and I'll make us more comfortable." Harry waited and suddenly felt himself being lowered into a newly transfigured bed. The younger man sunk down onto the soft mattress before attaching himself once more to his lover's strong and warm body.

"I'll miss you when you go back to Hogwarts." Draco pressed soft kisses to his cheeks and forehead before making it to his lips. "I'll miss you too love but this is what is best for right now. If it was up to me I wouldn't be going back to that school but I'm needed there to keep a watch on Dumbledore."

Harry nodded he knew it was true but he didn't have to like it. Snuggling further into the bed and Draco's side the green eyed teen finally found a good position and began to drift off into sleep. The last thing he murmured before sleep totally claimed him was; "I love you Draco with all my heart."

He was already asleep when Draco replied with equal love and adoration in his tone and sleepy grey eyes. Lucius Malfoy found his son and Harry ten minutes later when the privacy shield fell due to their obvious lack of concentration.

All the Malfoy Lord could do was smile at his son and Harry; they would be good together, like him and Severus. A feral hungry smirk was on the older blonde's face as he left the library to track down his dour and snarky lover of over twenty years.

Yes, Lucius and Severus will be together in this fic.

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