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Bring Me To Life - Chapter 9
Hermione stared at Draco in amusement as he crossed the room, took hold of a still rather dumbfounded looking Harry, and kissed him hard on the mouth. "Honestly, Potter," he said with a smirk, "are you just going to stand there staring at me all afternoon?"
"Well, you are quite nice to look at, you know?" Harry replied with a grin.
Draco laughed. "Yeah? Well, so are you. But much as I enjoy the sight of you in Auror robes, I like the sight of what's underneath them even more."
"So do I," Hermione said quietly. "The same goes for you too, Malfoy, I'd like to see you naked as well actually, because you've never let-" she broke off as she realized the significance of her words.
Draco merely nodded once, crossed the room, scooped her up into his arms, and apparated them both upstairs to the bedroom. She landed with a squeal, pinned squarely underneath him on the bed, and opened her eyes just in time to see Harry apparate neatly in beside them. Draco leaned down, kissed her deeply, and then released her to settle himself down between them both.
Hermione watched Draco appraisingly in the light of the sunny bedroom. The last time they had been in bed together, he had stopped her from taking his top off, and Harry had mentioned that Draco never let anyone see him topless at work either. She couldn't help but wonder what his issues were and if he was willing to overcome them now.
Harry appeared to be thinking along the same lines. He waved a hand to close the curtains, although their flimsy fabric did little to change the level of visibility in the room. Draco took a deep breath. "Trust, right?" he asked.
Harry nodded, "yes, but trust can't be forced, love, and it's already been a difficult morning at the prison, so If you're not ready, then that's fine. We'll wait until you are."
Draco considered him for a moment before letting out a troubled sigh. "You must have found it difficult in Azkaban too, Harry. In fact, you've barely said a word about it all day. Are you even ready to see this? Especially today?"
Harry nodded, "I'm fine," he said rather sharply, ignoring Draco's sceptical look, "and anyway, I've seen it once. It can't be any worse than it was the day I put it there."
Draco grimaced. "It never healed as well as I'd have liked it to."
Harry closed his eyes, and Hermione suddenly understood their cryptic conversation. Draco was worried about them seeing his Sectumsempra scars. That was clearly the reason he was uncomfortable with people seeing his naked body.
Keen to put him at ease she pushed up her sleeve and held her arm out for him to see. "We've all got scars, Draco, look," she said gently, and he took her arm in his hands, studied the jagged, red-edged letters that marred her lightly tanned skin and pressed a gentle kiss to each one.
"Yeah yeah," Harry said in a teasing voice, "if we're comparing scars, then I think mine has the edge over both of yours…" he laughed as Draco let Hermione's arm go and pushed Harry's hair back from his forehead to reveal the infamous lightning bolt.
Draco laughed, "it's certainly the best known one. What happens if someone kisses it?" he asked speculatively.
"To be honest, no one's ever tried," Harry said, and Hermione stifled her gasp of horror. The thought of a child growing up with no one to kiss his hurts and scars better was heartbreaking. Vernon and Petunia Dursely had an awful lot to answer for.
To Hermione's relief Draco looked shocked at Harry's revelation too. Even if Lucius had been awful, it seemed that Narcissa had at least cared for her son while he was growing up.
"Let's rectify that then, shall we?" Draco asked, moving forwards slightly, and then pausing, suddenly looking unsure, "unless I'm going to cause you pain by touching it?"
"Why would you cause me pain?" Harry asked with his brow furrowed.
Draco mirrored his frown as though it were obvious. "You understand the curse that put that scar there, I'm sure. And it used to hurt whenever he got close to you?" Harry nodded, "and you've seen my magical signature on the dark detectors? I don't want to hurt you-"
Harry just laughed. "You're hardly Voldemort, Draco. Now get your arse over here, take your bloody robes off and stop worrying." Hermione couldn't help but laugh at Draco's affronted look and the way he rather sheepishly did as Harry asked. "That's better. Now that wasn't so….. hard, was it….. Christ, Malfoy, I knew you worked out but…. Merlin!"
Hermione sucked in a shaky breath too. It wasn't the sight of Draco's scars that affected them both, and Draco would have known that, because the glamour he held tightly over his body made the marks appear almost invisible. Instead it was the lean and toned lines of his body, the ripple of well defined muscle, and the pure strength and power that radiated from him that had Hermione melting into the bed in anticipation.
"Like what you see, do you Potter?" Draco asked, his confidence firmly back in place and apparently bolstered by Harry's reaction.
Harry nodded wordlessly as Draco straddled him on the bed, fully naked save for his underpants, and waved his arm to vanish Harry's Auror robes. As Draco summoned his magical power for the vanishing spell, the glamour he held wavered fractionally, allowing Hermione to see hints of a long and rather jagged looking slash mark that crossed his chest and led across his abdomen and down to his hip.
"I like what I see very much," Harry answered, tugging him down for a kiss. Hermione gasped as she watched their mouths meet. She turned on her side to get a better view of her lovers and sighed as she watched Draco pepper Harry's face with kisses, then finally pluck up the courage to push his hair back and press a gentle kiss to his lightning bolt scar.
Harry merely hummed with pleasure as Draco ran his tongue experimentally over the jagged lines, and unfortunately, Hermione couldn't smother her rather inappropriate giggle in time.
"Yes?" Draco turned his head to regard her curiously, and she blushed.
"Well, I'm sorry, but for some reason I've just remembered Lockhart's dueling club way back in second year, and it amused me to think how much things have changed since those days."
Harry chuckled too, and Draco looked as if he was blushing. "I hope you know that was the sexiest damn thing I'd seen in my whole twelve years on the planet, Potter. The way you spoke to that snake mesmerized me."
Harry looked surprised. "Did it? Well, you fixing me in those grey eyes of yours, holding your wand in front of your face and giving me that look did it for me too, you know? I might have been twelve, but those words have stayed with me, believe me."
Draco raised his eyebrows and licked his lips, his face twisted into that familiar, infuriating smirk, and he said very deliberately, "Scared, Potter?"
Harry growled as he pulled Draco back down and wrapped his legs around his hips, closing the distance between them as they lost themselves in each other once again.
Hermione watched from the side, pressing her thighs together as arousal flooded through her. She jolted as she suddenly felt all of her own clothes disappear, and although she wasn't sure which of them had cast the wandless spell, it was Draco's hand that tugged her forwards, and joined her into their tangle of limbs.
The passionate way Harry and Draco kissed affected her deeply, so much so that when Harry's hands moved to her breasts she whimpered wantonly. Harry turned his head to the side and caught her mouth in a long, searing kiss, swallowing her moan as Draco also shifted over and began to kiss his way down her body. "What about you then, Granger? What did you think of us both at twelve years old? What were you thinking about while Harry was busy throwing snakes at me?"
"Draco!" She gasped as he dipped his tongue lower, "I was honestly too scared….. oh….! that you were going to harm each other….. mmmm….! to be affected by it….. oh Gods….. don't stop!"
"Wasn't planning to, sweetheart," he paused, then began to lick and suckle at her clit, "not till you've fallen to pieces writhing on my tongue." She whimpered as Harry quirked an amused eyebrow at her. He propped himself up on one arm as Draco took his hand and guided his fingers down to where his mouth was working.
"Ohhhhh!" Hermione moaned loudly as Harry pressed two fingers inside of her and started to work them in perfect harmony with Draco's skilled mouth. She was almost embarrassed at how quickly she orgasmed. It built from nowhere and crashed through her, each white hot wave coaxed higher by Harry looking as if he wanted to devour her, and Draco's sinful tongue bringing her off just the way he'd promised.
Harry gently withdrew his fingers when she had calmed, and Draco moved back up the bed, wiping a hand over his mouth before kissing her languidly. "How about it then, Harry?" he raised a brow. "Which way round do you want to do this?"
Harry took a deep breath and let it out on a whoosh. It took him a moment to answer. "I want you to fuck me. It's all I've been able to think about, and I think it's the way you'd prefer things too."
Draco nodded his confirmation, "It is. You're perfect for me, Harry. In fact, both of you are perfect in my eyes."
Harry just grinned. "You're both pretty damned perfect in my eyes too." He glanced down at Draco's body and paused. "Will you drop the glamour, please love? There's no need to hold it unless you're truly not comfortable without it, I promise." Hermione watched closely as Draco stared deeply into Harry's eyes. Grey pupils bored into green, and Harry didn't back down in the slightest. "You can check in my mind if you want confirmation, but you won't find anything in there that disagrees with what I'm telling you."
"I don't need to look," Draco said, as his gaze softened significantly. "I just sometimes need to remind myself how honest and open you two are."
After a moment, he turned to Hermione, took her hand in his, closed his eyes, and let his carefully held glamour fall.
Hermione forced herself to regulate her breathing as the scars emerged, and she was glad that she'd had an earlier glimpse of how they looked. There was one large, jagged main scar, with a number of smaller marks surrounding it, and Draco was right. It hadn't been healed particularly well. It was ridged and bumpy, red in places and white in others. She looked up and saw that Draco still had his eyes closed and his head bowed, and she nudged him while giving a small sigh.
"Hey, it's alright," she said, moving towards him and kicking Harry, who was staring at him wordlessly as well.
"You know I'm sorry about this, don't you?" Harry asked, and Draco nodded.
"Yes, I know. You've already said, you don't need to say it again." Draco lifted his head and smiled when he understood that neither of them were pulling away from him because of his appearance. "Now, that's enough apologies from you, Potter, and I promise to stop fretting over it too. Snape's inexpert healing made it bunch up like it has. He always was shite at healing spells, so you can't take full credit for the whole mess."
"Only half, huh?" Harry asked with a guilt ridden smile.
"Three quarters more like," Draco teased, and Hermione watched his confidence return again as Harry glanced up at him. "Anyway, it's not all bad. The fact that you could produce a dark spell with this much power just added to my attraction to you at the time. Once I'd calmed down and recovered from the associated blood loss, that is." Draco smirked at the shocked reaction his words caused in Harry. "You do know that if you cast that spell at me now, it probably wouldn't do so much damage?"
"No," Harry said, while Hermione frowned in confusion, "why not?"
Draco shrugged, reaching between their bodies and stroking Harry's chest reassuringly. "I've told you before, spells are only as powerful as the intention with which they are cast. No spell is inherently dark. A person's magical core affects things as well, you had part of Vol- oh, for fucks sake," he winced and screwed his eyes shut, "- his soul inside you when you hit me with this, didn't you? You were a Horcrux back then. You're not one now, and your magical core lightened significantly when you got rid of your little unwanted addition. As I say, if you cast Sectumsempra at me now, I'm fairly sure it would cause less damage."
"I've never thought about it like that," Harry said. "I'm assuming you're being truthful and not just trying to cheer me up? If it's all the same to you, I'd rather not try it again, though. So there's no hard feelings about it between us?"
"I've got plenty of hard feelings, Potter, as I'm sure you've noticed." Draco grinned cheekily as he rocked his hips to nudge Harry with his erection. "In fact, you can start making things up to me right now."
"Hmmm," Harry agreed. "I think I might just do that. How's this for a start?" Hermione watched him slide Draco's underpants down his legs, toe them gently off his ankles and drop them to the floor, before reaching up to take Draco's hard length in his hand.
As Harry started to move, Draco kissed him hard, threaded his fingers through his unruly hair, and pulled him closer. Harry gasped as Draco flipped them over, clearly using some kind of magic to move them into position, and Harry found himself pinned underneath Draco in the same way that Hermione had been earlier.
"That's better," Draco said, as he bent down and kissed Harry again, taking control in a familiar way that obviously pleased them both. Harry exhaled as his boxers vanished, leaving both men naked against each other.
Hermione slipped a hand down to rub circles around her clit, desperately needing to relieve the dull ache that was building within her again. Draco ran his hands all over Harry's body, and Harry shivered in response. It was clear who was the naturally dominant one of the pair, and it was just as clear that Harry was thrilled to surrender to Draco's ministrations.
Harry held out his hand as he muttered a spell. The bedside drawer shot open, and a small tube whizzed across the bed, landing in his hand. He passed it to Draco, who popped the cap off then squeezed some of the clear gel into his palm. "Ready?" he asked.
Harry just groaned in reply, "I've been ready for you for the last ten years. I just didn't know it until fairly recently."
Draco smiled as he reached down, and Hermione wondered if she should give them some privacy. She reluctantly moved back slightly but stopped as Harry reached out for her. "Do you want to be alone for your first time together?" she asked breathlessly.
"Nope," Draco said, leaning down to kiss Harry again, "It makes it so much better when you're here with us. Give me your hand." She did as he asked and whimpered as Draco closed her fingers around Harry's cock. Draco watched her through half closed eyes as she swept her hand up and down Harry's hot, silken skin.
Harry's hips bucked as Draco gently pressed first one and then two slick fingers inside of him. Draco moved gently, leaning down to kiss Harry softly as he used his fingers to wind the dark haired man's arousal even higher, and to prepare him for more. "Are you alright there, love?" he asked.
Harry keened in reply, then nodded as Draco gradually withdrew his fingers and turned to Hermione, "and how about you?" wordlessly, she nodded. She'd known about Harry's feelings for Draco for some time now, and Draco had told her how he felt in return, but this was the first time she had truly seen what they meant to each other. It was hot, it was arousing, it was all encompassing, and it was possible the sweetest thing she had ever seen.
Harry adjusted himself on the bed, watching Draco gaze reverently into his eyes as he took himself in hand, lined himself up, then nudged gently against Harry's entrance. Harry's eyes closed as the very tip of Draco breached his tight ring of muscle, and Draco paused. Harry reached for Hermione's hand, she clasped her fingers around his, watching as Draco slid deeper inside of Harry making him sigh.
Hermione recognized Harry's response as a sigh of pleasure, but Draco paused as if he wasn't so sure. "You okay?" He asked again, waiting until Harry nodded before he moved forwards again, careful to give him time to adjust to the feeling of fullness.
Draco reached out for Hermione as well and she took his hand in her spare one, touched that they both wanted to include her in this most intimate of moments.
Harry whimpered as Draco picked up his pace, and Hermione clamped her thighs tighter together in response. The noises Harry was making caused both men to build quickly towards their climax. Draco was thrusting gently but deeply into Harry, and Harry was meeting him, bucking his hips into Draco to give him better access. "Oh!" Harry gasped as Draco took his hand back from Hermione, using it instead to cup Harry's cock. He pumped in time with the rhythm of their bodies as Harry started to lose control. "Oh Gods, please Draco, now!" he cried out, coming with a shudder into Draco's hand.
That was the point that Draco lost it himself. Hermione rubbed her clit frantically as Draco reached his own release. He gave a throaty moan, collapsed forwards and buried his face in Harry's shoulder as Hermione's own orgasm tore through her while she watched them both in rapt amazement.
Harry's vice-like grip on her hand loosened as he regained his senses and smiled up at her. She returned his dazed look, she had never watched anyone have sex before this, and she had been totally enthralled by what she had seen.
She watched the two boys, her two boys, fondly as Draco gathered his wits and propped himself up on his arms before leaning down to kiss a rather stunned looking Harry. "You alright, babes?" Draco asked, cupping Harry's face softly in his clean hand.
Harry nodded. "Mmhmm. It's your turn next, Hermione," he said sleepily. Hermione giggled softly as Draco cast a cleaning spell over them all. Harry turned over, reaching back for Hermione's hand, and they all settled down for a nap before it was time to get ready to go to Pansy and Neville's for dinner.
"Wow, Pansy, this looks delicious!" Hermione said several hours later, eyeing the dining table that was groaning under the weight of a vast array of wonderful looking dishes of food.
Neville just grinned, "Isn't she amazing?" he asked, staring affectionately at Pansy as she tucked a strand of sleek black hair into place and smiled dazzlingly as he leaned down to kiss her.
Theo nodded with a grin. "I've always thought so…. Look, Daph, this is the kind of cooking that a proper girlfriend does. Look at the- ouch! What was that for?"
Theo ducked, and Hermione laughed as both Daphne and Pansy hit him with minor stinging hexes.
"Is it now?" Daphne asked innocently. "Would you care to elaborate, Theodore, on what else a proper girlfriend should do?" Daphne's eyes were twinkling as Theo grinned.
"A proper girlfriend should always behave exactly like you do, darling," he deadpanned while attempting to rub some ingrained paint out of the skin on the back of his hand.
"That's better." Pansy grinned as Theo laughed. "What happened to Tracy tonight then, B?"
Blaise looked shiftily down at his feet for a moment. "She uh, she got rather cross with me this afternoon actually, she said she couldn't make it tonight."
"What did you do this time?" Theo asked with a wince as the stinging hexes wore off.
Blaise sighed, "there was a…. Okay, so she might have found something on my phone that she didn't like. I always said mobile phones were the devil's gadgets, didn't I?"
"You did, mate, yes," Theo said, putting a consoling hand on his shoulder.
"Who did you cheat on her with this time, Zabini?" Draco asked, fixing him with steely grey eyes.
"Merlin! Who says I cheated?!" Nobody said anything more as Pansy started to hand out serving spoons. Still, Theo, Daphne, Pansy, Neville, Draco, and even Harry's raised eyebrows told the story without words. "All right, all right! She found some rather incriminating texts that were dated from this previous weekend."
Pansy shook her head with a sigh. "Who were these ones from, Blaise?" Theo asked, trying to hide his amusement, "and when will you learn? I've shown you that little button that deletes things that others shouldn't see. Three times I've shown it to you!"
Blaise glanced for some reason at Hermione, and she froze as everyone's eyes swiveled to her in confusion. "Well, the texts weren't from me!" she exclaimed indignantly, and Blaise laughed.
"No, love they were," Blaise paused again, "they were, uh, from Ginny Weasley. She said to tell you she says hi, and that she hopes you're okay. You too, Harry, actually."
The stunned silence around the table was broken by Theo, who was still trying and failing to hide his laughter. "You and that little minx are destined to be together, you know? How many times has it been over the years now?"
"He's been with Ginny almost as many times as he's been with Tracy," Pansy said accusingly. "Ginny dumped you last year because you slept with Tracy. This is just the other way around-"
"I'm telling you, you need to try it with both of them," Draco said, smiling at Hermione across the table as she tipped a spoonful of dressing over her salad, "It's amazing."
Blaise just shivered in apparent horror. "No, thank you! Two women to nag me and keep tabs on me? Gods, one is bad enough!"
"Well, a triad is perfect for me." Draco grinned, "personally, I think you're all missing out. You alright?" Draco whispered, turning back to Hermione, "you've gone rather pale."
"It's been a long time since I've seen Ginny," she admitted, "She used to be my best friend, but again, I've let that slip badly over the last couple of years, hence why I know nothing about any of this, I miss her."
"Text her then," Draco suggested, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. "Apparently, she's quite good with a mobile phone."
Hermione considered his words for a moment, waiting for the worry and anxiety that usually came when she considered meeting up with her old friends to kick in, but it just didn't materialize this time. "I think I will. Later on, when we get home this evening."
"Say hi from me, will you?" Harry had caught their exchange. "She cut me off dead when Blaise cheated on her the last time, she accused me of siding with him! As if I'd condone cheating on anyone, especially her-" He shot an aggrieved look at Blaise, who rolled his eyes.
Draco sighed and massaged his temple for a moment. "You do know she's cheated on Blaise plenty of times herself in the past, don't you?"
"No!" Harry and Hermione both said together in surprise, and Draco gave an amused nod. "Oh yes. He's cheated on her a few times, she cheated on him more than once. They are both as bad as each other. And Tracy knows what Blaise is like, she'll hardly be surprised that he can't keep it in his pants, but she won't hex his bollocks off completely because she knows full well she'll be back, and that she'll need them again in the future."
"Right." Hermione blinked at this rather surprising news then turned her attention back to the beautiful meal that Pansy had cooked and the conversation that was going on around her.