Wiii this chapter is lot bigger, yes. Am I atoned now? :(

still have to study, still refraining from it.

Chapter 13: Never again.

Harry reached the door of the Sway with a huge cup of coffee. Work was going to be hell, he had not managed to sleep not even for an hour, and the worst- he couldn't guess if Draco would step his foot in the Sway after their fight. But he had to come to work, right? He sighed, finding his keys to unlock the shop.

To his surprise, the door was unlocked. He pushed it open and entered the shop, scanning the room with his eyes, preparing to call out for Hermione, to check that it was her. Then he heard them.

Husky sounds and ragged breathing, heavy with desire, coming from the bathroom across the hall. This wasn't Hermione… He knew his curiosity wasn't about to do him any good, but he had to know. A low moan echoed and made Harry's stomach curl. He knew that sound. He stood still for a moment, next to the bathroom's door, not able to decide on making his presence known.

"Fuck-yes" ragged, husky, needy and so, so painful to hear…

The voice he had hoped not to hear was bringing a sting to his heart, even if he hated to admit it. What was Draco playing at, getting laid at work?? That wasn't a real question, and Harry knew it. He was getting his revenge. And as it was expected, it was working awfully well. Harry was mad, apart from hurt and jealous. He shouldn't be doing this! Not while Harry was busting his ass to save him!

He stepped in front of the door, trying not to snap at the sight of Draco Malfoy leaning with his back against the sink, hand buried in the raffled brown hair of the man kneeling in front of him. The blond grunted as the young man sucked on his cock once more, gripping the edge of the sink with his free hand tightly. Harry watched as the knelt man's head bobbed up and down Draco's thick length, and his anger mixed with much more jealousy, combined with a terrible stirring desire in his pants. Yes, he wanted Draco for his own, but this was…Draco was…

The grey eyes opened, piercing him with so much intensity, that Harry felt like begging for forgiveness. Begging for him to stop this punishment…But he could not talk. He felt his cheeks flush as the sounds of the man sucking on Draco's cock reached his ears once again.

He wasn't supposed to stand there and look. He should turn away, tear his eyes away from Draco's fully dressed and so commanding presence.

The man seemed to notice someone was there, and made a move to stop. Draco grabbed his head, keeping him in place. Harry shivered. The stormy eyes were still burning him.

"Did I tell you to stop?" Draco said simply, and the brunette man grunted lustfully, licking and sucking once more. Harry's brow furrowed. His anger was dominating his other feelings, even if his cock was half-hard by now. He wanted Draco to stop this.

"We must talk" he spat, not sure if he was in his right mind using that tone with him after last night.

Draco let out a low growl as the man sucked again. Harry's mind was aflame.

"Yes, boss. I'll be with you once I'm done here" his tone was wavering with irony, and Harry snapped. He stepped forward, and before he knew it, his palm was making contact with Draco's cheek.

SLAP.

Draco's head was turned to the side by the force of Harry's hand, his blond hair plastered on his reddening cheek. His hand let go of the kneeling man's hair and grabbed Harry's shirt, hooking his fingers in the fabric. Head bowed and lips parted, he let out a deep guttural moan and came in the waiting mouth.

The man at his feet did not rush to stand up, but proceeded to licking him clean while the blond raised his eyes to look at Harry once more. The former Gryffindor was still furious, and his lip was curled with something like disgust.

Draco's sight was still foggy by the force of the slap and his climax, his wet lips parted as he panted.

"Freak" spat Harry, immediately wishing he had never talked at all.

The blond grins, his expression blank.

"Just like daddy used to say"

Harry backs away, rubbing his face with his hand, and leaving the two alone.

When Harry re-enters the front of the shop, he finds Hermione hanging her bag on the coat hanger. She smiles at him. It seems like months since he last saw her. He tries to smile back, but his face is unwilling. He has screwed it up twice now. Hermione, noticing Harry's expression, approaches him and lays one hand on his shoulder. To her surprise, Harry embraces her, burying his face in her hair. She can feel his body trembling.

"What's wrong, Harry?" she says anxiously as Harry clings to her tighter.

"I have fucked it all up" he sighs, and Hermione does not need another word to understand to what he is referring.

Harry disengages from her as footsteps are heard in the hallway. The man who was accompanying Draco chances a shy look at the duo, and nods his goodbye.

"Who's that?" whispers Hermione as Harry walks to the back of the counter to sit down. He is feeling awfully tired, physically and mentally.

Draco walks appears from where the other had a few moments ago, stroking his hair. Hermione gasps.

"You! You had-you had sex in the bathroom?"

Draco merely shrugs, and Harry fixates his gaze on the screen of the computer.

"Harry! He can't do that! Yucks, Draco!" she makes a face and moves away. The two of them are left alone. Just like all the times that he had been insulted by someone, Draco's face betrays no emotion at all. This makes Harry's heart ache even more. Why the fuck had he gone and said that? He did not expect Draco to come like that, but that was no reason to call him a freak…Not when he himself had almost come by the pain alone the night before.

And yet, his mouth moves of its own accord.

"You are not allowed to fuck at work" his tone is dripping with bitterness, but all he gets is Draco's disinterest.

He does not look at him, but picks up a pair of handcuffs and holds them against the light, examining their weight and color.

"Perhaps I should quit, then?" he says nonchalantly.

Harry freezes, his heart rate speeding up.

"No, please don't say that" his voice is weak, and he inwardly curses himself. This is blackmail!

If he expected Draco to press the point of his resignation, he was mistaken. Draco plays dirty, just like he always did.

"Am I allowed to get my cock sucked then? I won't fuck in here"

Harry hits his fist on the counter. Draco frowns and locks eyes with him, challengingly. He moves towards him.

Harry stays silent as Draco approaches, his body shaking with tension.

"I asked you a question, boss"

Their bodies are awfully close , Draco's breath is warm and smells of mint and…Harry sits back on the stool, his feet failing him. The blond drives both his hands into raven hair, massaging his head gently.

"Why are you doing this?" Harry feels like crying.

"I can stop and quit" his voice trails off, and Harry grabs his waist and pulls him closer, leaning his head against his chest.

"Please"

"No, Potter…You saw me breaking, you saw my memories. An eye for an eye, they say"

"I was trying to help"

"Then you should stay away. But no-noble Gryffindors always try to help, right? Is this your noble heart guiding you to invade my life, see my secrets without my permission? Or is it your suspicion, your need for control, Potter?" the blond's teeth are clenched, and his fists in Harry's hair are beginning to feel slightly painful.

"The hat was right for wanting you in Slytherin, Harry" he purrs the last word, and Harry's eyes shoot open at the words.

"The things we could have done at the dungeons, you and me, Potter…If only you had said yes, accepted your nature…But now we're no longer in school…"

He pauses and drags Harry out of his embrace, forcing his head up to look at him.

"…and snakes bite each other too, my little adder"

He pushes him away and moves to leave. Harry grabs him by his shirt.

"I-I trust you. I'm sorry" he mutters.

Draco grins at the uncertainty of his voice.

"Come to me when you can say that without stuttering"

He pulls his shirt out of Harry's grip and walks away.

"I'm taking the day off"

And with that, he is gone.

Hermione comes back to find Harry alone, hiding his face in his hands. She approaches and brushes his hair.

"It seems like I have slept a century. What has happened in one night, for Merlin's sake?"

Harry takes a deep breath.

"I have invaded his privacy, he found out"

Hermione nods. She remembers Harry being suspicious of Draco since the first days that he had come to work.

"Why did you do it?" she asks calmly. Harry snaps. Why does everyone have to ask that question? He did it because he cares, because he wants Draco to be safe!

"To help him of course!"

"Does he think he can get out of it alone?"

"That's what his attitude says"

"Then stop it. Whatever it is you are doing to help. Whatever answers you need to trust him, let them be. Answers don't always have the desirable effect on lives. If you love him, quit it."

"I-I can't quit!" no he must know, he is so close, Narcissa has promised him the solution to the mystery, the memory that will save or condemn Draco. He can't back off now, not now that he is one step away!

"You will lose him then"

She does not understand. Harry tells himself. She does not understand the importance of the matter, the danger that Draco is in. If he could put the puzzle together, Draco would be free. Free to be with him.

But would he want to be with him after all this mistrust?

Draco is pacing back and front in his dark living room. He has not opened the blinds to allow the light in. Exposure to the light is painful after such a long night. He has shown Harry that he has control over the situation, but truth is he only has one suspect he does not know how to reach and no alibi for the murders at all.

But that does not mean he should have let Potter prey into his life like that. He would not allow to be saved for the third time by that man. He is perfectly able to save his own ass. Or face years pass in an Azkaban cell.

Cold sweat works up his forehead and he buries his face in his eyes, sitting on the couch. He must find a way out of this blackmail. What could that Frank want now? Was he one of his old allies? Or was he completely disrelated to the Shadow Ones?

What had he told him the night of the murder to make him snap like that?

Without realizing it, afternoon has come already. The light that manages to pass through the blinds is even less, the noises of the street are beginning to fade away. The past two nights have been unnaturally windy for summertime.

He walks towards the window and pulls the blind open, gazing at the street. A few passers-by walk towards the shops hurriedly. Grey clouds have gathered on the sky. A storm is coming this way.

People hate summer storms, they stay inside and curse at the weather. It's easier to face an angry storm in the middle of winter, than in the middle of summer. Because in summer you are promised heat. Just like Draco was promised peace once he was declared innocent after the war, was promised freedom when he had left his parents house. A new life. And now someone was threatening to take all of this away.

Driiin.

Draco turns around to look at his phone. His phone never rings. Nobody he ever wants to contact uses the phone.

Driiin.

But it's ringing now, and in a very urgent manner. He walks steadily towards it, and lays his hand on the earphone before picking up.

"Talk" he says shortly. No one would use the muggle way to contact him, if he did not want to keep himself hidden.

"Tsk tsk ever the kindest Death Eater, Malfoy." The voice sounds amused, but Draco cannot recognize it. It is probably magically altered.

"And you must be Frank" he states, expecting the other to deny it.

"Hmm, I see your little lover boy has talked. I knew I had made a mistake with the memory, but no matter…I can still get what I want."

"And what is that?"

"The Sin Vault will open again tomorrow. Let's turn it back to its good days"

Draco waits.

"I will arrange everything. I just want one thing from you"

"name it"

"You'll strip without conditions. And you will come by my hand. On stage"

"WHAT??"

"That or a cell in Azkaban" the voice is dripping with amusement and Draco feels like a volcano about to erupt.

"You-Fucker! What makes you think I will let someone ridicule me, let alone you! Never! No!"

"The fact that you can finally have Harry Potter for your own once this is over, after all these years of suffering" he teases and Draco hits his fist on the table, not able to contain his anger.

Frank knows too much. He has to be one of the Shadow Ones. He has to be linked with the past.

He does not hang up, but silence is the only thing that can be heard.

"I have one condition."

"Name it"

"After the show is over, you'll answer my questions"

"I see no loss for me in that. But be certain that if you harm me you'll have another nail for your coffin"

"You're not alone" he states. He did not expect him to be.

"I know better"

"I won't touch you. I just want to know"

"It's a deal then. I look forward to tomorrow, blondy Drake" he says in a cheesy voice.

Draco slams the earphone down with force, crushing the phone as well. But it's just one night. After this is over, he can leave it all behind, maybe even move out of this area. Maybe even take Harry with him. And he will never know about his betrayal. When did allowing someone to fuck him become a treason to Harry, he failed to recall. If he wants…If he proves he trusts him…They can be together.

What will you do, Potter?

………………….

Harry is walking in the rain. It is now long past drizzling. His hair is dripping, his clothes are wet. It's half an hour to 11 o'clock. Soon he'll have to apparate to Malfoy Manor. He looks up at the great clock of the Cranberry Square that is really close to Draco's house. He looks at the road leading there, wondering if Draco is home. Wondering if he should let it go, as everyone has advised him.

Five more minutes pass. The rain is getting heavier, but he sits cross-legged on the tiles of the square.

Trusting Draco…always seemed impossible. His nature is screaming at him for even considering casting away the chance of getting the memory. His heart is begging for him to do so. 5 minutes to the appointed time. He stands up, walking out of the square.

I think I love you, Draco. But I have never loved like this, and you seem so capable of tearing my heart to pieces…The trust you ask of me, by giving it to you, I hand over my soul. What should I do? I love you. I fucking love you.

It's one of these moments when your legs seem to carry you where you mind cannot decide on acting. Harry is now standing in front of Draco's door.

Thunder roars and lightning tears the sky. And the storm has only just begun.

He raises his hand and knocks at the door. The clock of the square sounds eleven o'clock. Draco turns and looks at the door blankly. His heart begins to beat like crazy. He does not believe he has heard correctly. It must have been the thunder.

At Malfoy Manor, Lucius Malfoy steps into the gardens, casting a spell to protect him from the rain as it falls angrily. Narcissa is sitting in the living room, sobbing. She does not want to see what is about to happen to Harry Potter, condemning her son as well.

The knocking is heard again. He puts one leg in front of the other, forcing himself to approach the door. He turns the key and unlocks, opening to the soaked man on his doorstep.

Harry looks in his eyes, knowing he deserves the disbelief that is mirrored there. They stand there, gazing at each other, Draco frozen in place and Harry trembling as the rain is still pouring down on him. Then Draco moves.

He grabs Harry by his shirt and pulls him inside, closing the door behind him with his other hand and crushing his lips on his urgently. Harry melts into the kiss, the heat of Draco's body warming his soaked skin. Lips part and breaths mingle as Harry's rain-wet lips are ravished by the blond who is now cradling his face in his palms. Harry's hands grab his waist, pulling him closer, and Draco sighs, opening his mouth to him and tilting his head even more to grand him entrance. Harry grunts from deep in his throat, the repressed need to kiss him for so many days-or even years, he is beginning to realize- waking up a desire in his mind that cannot be tamed by anything. And there is no reason to be tamed.

He is here. He has made his choice. They may as well grow old together. He curses himself at the ridiculously romantic thought that has crossed his mind, but he has no time to think anything else. Draco forces his tongue that was until that moment exploring every inch of his mouth back into Harry's mouth, claiming control. And Harry isn't about to deny. He moans and gasps as Draco's kiss deepens, caressing his tongue and entering the cavern of his mouth so fully that Harry shivers at the possessiveness of the kiss.

Draco walks backwards, pulling Harry along with him. Their hips collide, and Harry releases a restrained moan as their erections brush against each other. Draco pushes him against the sink, grabbing his hands and holding them down on the kitchen's counter, pushing Harry's upper body back by the force of his kiss. Harry's back arches but the strain is nothing compared to the desire that is burning him. He thrusts against Draco's hard cock, feeling just how thicker it is than his own. The thought alone sends him moaning once more, and Draco breaks the kiss, looking down at his flushed face. His own chest is heaving hungrily.

"Say it"

Harry does not need to ask what he means.

"I trust you" his voice may be husky and strained by his irregular breathing, but there are no second thoughts in his head.

"Jump on the counter" Harry blinks twice, but does as he is told. Draco grabs the back of his head, fingers clenching in Harry's soaked hair. His lips meet the skin of Harry's neck, and Harry gasps.

"Draco, Draco" his voice is weak, he does not know what he is begging for, but it seems that Draco does, because he is tearing his shirt from his body, throwing it on the floor as he crushes their restrained erections together once more, making Harry grunt impatiently and grab his by his pants, keeping their lower bodies pressed together tightly as they thrust against each other. Draco's hand moves to Harry's pants, opening the buttons and revealing the head of his throbbing shaft. Harry sighs, but as Draco bites down on his shoulder blade, his sigh becomes a deep throaty moan. It is not your everyday love bite, but Draco knows Harry needs this as his palm gets wet by his precum, soaking the tip at the exquisite sting of pain. Draco's teeth disengage from the soft skin, as he kisses and bites his way to Harry's chest eagerly, opening his pants completely and releasing Harry's shaft to the air of the room. He kisses a trail down Harry's abdomen, all the while holding Harry in place with unneeded strength. Draco's warm breath is teasing Harry's length, and he pants, not believing that he is finally going to have those lips on his cock. Those sinfully beautiful lips wrapped around him…

"Wait" he pants, making Draco look up.

"What, are you going to stop me again?"

Harry shakes his head in denial.

"I want you to promise me"

"What?"

"That I'm never going to have to witness a similar sight again"

He is referring to Draco's morning performance in the Sway, and Draco smiles.

Of course you will never have to see that again. All I ever wanted is you.

But then he remembers, he can't hold that promise until tomorrow is over and done away with. It doesn't matter that Harry will never know. He still can't lie.

"Stop being such a girl" he states, breaking eye contact.

"Say it"

Draco moves to take him in his mouth, but Harry grabs him by his hair and looks into his eyes once more.

"I promise" he says, and Harry lets go.

The feeling of Draco's lips on his tip, licking him clean of precum makes Harry tremble. He pants and moans as Draco takes him deep in his mouth, the wet and warm feeling driving him insane. Draco licks the underside of his cock, all the while burying his nails in his thighs, keeping Harry's mind on the edge.

"More" Harry begs and Draco's nails move, scratching their way down his thigh as he sucks and bites lightly at the tip of his cock…Harry's moans are louder than ever, and he feels so close…

"Don't come" Draco orders, and Harry looks into possessive lustful eyes. His cock is throbbing, his body is aching from the position he's in, but he needs more, as much as he can have…

"Fuck me" he spits, hands moving to Draco's pants and opening them hastily.

"Now" he grabs Draco's length, the way its filling his palm making him shiver. He is too big and yet just the right size. Draco moans and grabs the counter for support at Harry's strokes.

"I thought you wanted it the other way around"

"I want it this way now" his tone is so demanding that Draco's instincts are taking control without permission…

He pushes Harry's pants down and raises his hips, forcing Harry to retract his hands and reach for the counter for support. Draco knows he needs a stretching spell, so he reaches in the drawer for his wand. Harry grabs his hand and stops him.

"Don't you dare stretch me with a spell"

Draco is about to protest, but Harry resumes talking, bringing their faces close and licking on his lips. He pulls away before Draco tries to kiss him.

"I want to feel this" he grunts and Draco shivers.

"Have you done this before?"

"No" he kisses a trail down his neck.

"I'm too thick for you. I have to-"

"No-spells"

He kisses him roughly and Draco is mad with desire. Harry's entrance is teasing at his cock as they touch, and he thinks he might come by the thought alone…

"we need lubricant at least" he mutters

Harry rubs his opening against his shaft, making him whimper.

"Fuck you Potter!" Draco spits, trying to contain himself. He must find lubricant and quickly. He bites down on the same spot he had a few moments ago, feeling Harry clench on him and whimper. He reaches for his cock and collects the precum from both their cocks, spreading it on Harry's entrance. He pushes one finger in, then another. It hurts, but Harry's cock grows even wetter, providing more precum for Draco's preparation. But soon he is shaking with need himself, and he must take him, so he kisses him hungrily an Harry raises his hips for him, his hole stretched but still not prepared enough for Draco's thickness…Draco pushes his tip in the tight ring of muscle, Harry's gasps and moans driving him crazy as he pushes inside,losing himself in the feeling, failing to believe he had ever done this before, for it never felt so great.

Harry is panting hard, and Draco stops once he is fully sheathed inside.

"Move!" Harry begs and Draco pushes back and inside again, slamming against his prostate, making Harry grunt.

"Oh sweet-Merlin-that's-"

Draco's hands leave his hips and grab the back of his head, titling it back for another deep, hungry kiss as he slams in his body with force, his own cock hurting at the tightness.

"I can't-last-I-Harry" he pants and Harry moves his hips as well, ignoring the pain.

"A little bit-longer-just like that-yes-Draco" he is screaming now, his cock brushing against their abdomens and Draco's thrusts bringing him closer and closer…

"So tight-so-Harry-I can't last-"

"Slap me" Harry states, realizing he had wanted to feel that, feel what had made Draco come in the mouth of a stranger…The force of it, the feeling behind it…

Draco does not ask any questions. He just raises his hand and brings it down on Harry's cheek sharply. And Harry is coming, warm seed soaking both their bodies as he moans in his climax, followed by Draco's final thrust and the feeling of his warm cum filling him.

They stay there, panting and embracing each other as their heart rate goes back to normal.

"Stay with me tonight" whispers Draco, kissing his lips lazily.

Harry smiles "okay"

Just one more sin, and then he can live his dream. Just one more day, and he'll be free from everything. And after tomorrow, he will be able to keep his promise, even forever.

………………………….

Lucius Malfoy enters the manor, looking at his wife.

"Did you warn him?"

"No"

"He did not come"

"Then we were wrong about him. He loves your son"

"I don't have a son" Lucius spits, but his expression shows he is surprised at the turn of events.

"He trusts him. But that means Draco is on his own. Nobody can help him get out of this." Sighs Narcissa.

"I couldn't care less."

And with that, Lucius gives her back her wand and leaves her alone.

No, I don't have a son.

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