Draco sat up and rubbed his eyes, waking up slowly in his own bed. He grinned broadly when he looked over and saw his boyfriend still very asleep and very naked. They'd spent the night at his loft that night, thinking Harry's bed couldn't take another of their all-night shag sessions. So they'd come here and had an all-night shag session. Draco began to trace the body lying beneath the sheet. Shoulders, shoulderblades, backbone, and the nice, firm bottom he'd been enjoying for hours. Harry shivered as Draco traced his way back up his backbone. He rolled over and smiled a sleepy smile.
"Hi..." He yawned, burying his face back into the pillow. Draco continued to trace his muscles and bones until Harry resurfaced and tackled him. "Ok, I get it. You want me up."
"Mmmhmm. I'm making you breakfast."
"Yay!" Harry cried, wrapping a sheet around his waist and following Naked!Draco to his kitchen.
"A starkers breakfast is the best breakfast." Draco said as he cut fruit. Harry nodded and licked his lips as Draco brought a piece of mango to them. He took the fruit in and a couple of fingers and delighted in the morsel of sweetness. Draco withdrew his fingers and licked them himself, then fed Harry some papaya. It continued this way until the pancakes, fruit, toast, tea, and muffins lay abandoned. Instead of food, Draco's tongue was probing Harry's mouth as he straddled Harry's waist. Harry wrapped them both in the sheet and they just sat there in the sun, grinning like fools.
"Well, that was enjoyable." Harry said, feeding Draco a grape.
"Yus." Draco replied, mouth full of fruit. Harry laughed and they kissed, sharing the grape in a very cliché way. But that didn't matter. This was the perfect Saturday. "We need to shower." They headed to the shower and washed each other. As Harry lathered his hair, Draco thought over the past month that Harry and he had been back together.
No one knew of the extent of their relationship except Hermione and Severus. It had been close to eight months since they had made their confession while Draco was in the hospital. Now they never slept without each other. Draco sighed- he couldn't ignore the strange happenings, though. All the weird feelings of someone watching, the Cruciatus incident, then of course the letters. Draco hadn't shared these with Harry, didn't want to worry him. But he decided he had to today, or he'd just feel even more guilty for not.
Once they were clean, they got dressed and lounged on the couch for a bit. Draco stood up. "I'll be right back." He went into his office and found the six letters he'd received. He walked back the couch and handed them to Harry, who frowned.
"What are these?"
"Letters I've been getting lately. There're six of them."
"Who are they from?"
"I don't know." Harry opened the first one and gasped as he read the horrific words.
Draco shivered as he remembered what they all said: gruesome details of how both he and Harry were going to die. Torture then pain then death. Watching each other die, etc. He didn't want to share them with his boyfriend. He didn't want to scare him. He felt tears trickle down his cheeks and he wiped them away on his sleeve and hoped Harry hadn't seen them. He had, for the next moment he was enveloped in a hug.
"Dray, it's ok." He whispered into the blond's hair. "He won't do this. I promise."
"I shouldn't be scared." Draco replied, sniffing and burying his face further into Harry's neck.
"You should too! These are scary letters! But the fact is that they won't happen. I could say I won't let it happen, but it's out of my control. Obviously this person doesn't want us to be together." Or alive. "But we'll stay together and prove to this person that we aren't scared of him, all right?"
"Ok..." They stood there holding each other, then finally collapsing on top of each other on the couch. They were both so emotionally exhausted that they fell asleep like that. When Harry awoke, his Wizard Wireless Communicator (read: cell phone) was ringing. He picked it up and held it to his ear, whispering quietly,
"Hello?"
"Harry? Where are you?" It was Hermione.
"At Draco's."
"Well, you need to get to your house! Do NOT Apparate inside!" She sounded desperate. He sat up and Draco stirred, then snuggled closer to Harry's torso. He clutched the phone to his shoulder, shifting Draco in his arms.
"Why?"
"Your house is on fire, Harry! It's up in flames!" Hermione was sobbing now. "Please, just get home!"
"All right. I'm on my way." He hung up the phone and shook Draco's shoulder. "Draco! Wake up, love. There's an emergency!" Draco sat up, alarmed. Harry stood up and put his shoes on.
"What? What happened?"
"My house! It's on fire. Hermione just rang." Draco immediately began to pull his shoes on and they Apparated to Harry's street. His house was indeed on fire, and wizards were Summoning things out. Hermione stood beside the wizards, directing them on what to find. Floating above the house were the words:
A warning. DEATH IS NEXT.
Upon seeing Draco and Harry, she rushed to them and wrapped her arms around Harry's neck, sobbing.
"Th- they're recovering as much as they can..." She lost her voice and just sobbed.
"Hermione, it's ok. What's the matter?"
"I thought you were in there... I thought you were dead... t-the threat..."
"I'm fine. I'm here." He replied, rubbing her back softly. Finally, Hermione let Harry go and latched onto Severus. Draco slipped an arm around Harry's waist and Harry took a deep breath. "There is some stuff we have to talk to you guys about, though. Can we go somewhere?"
"What do you want to do about this?" Draco asked, gesturing to the burning house.
"I can stay to get the stuff together and sent to Draco's loft." Severus finally spoke. Harry looked up and half-smiled.
"Thanks."
"No problem. See you at home, dear?" He directed to Hermione, who nodded and gave him a quick kiss before they all DisApparated to her flat.
They sat down with tea and the whole story came out-the letters, the curses, the near-death experiences, and now the fire. Hermione sat silent, moving only when Snape came home. He sat down beside her and when Harry and Draco were finally done, she whispered,
"It's Ron." Harry frowned.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." She replied, nodding vigorously.
"Well, what are we going to do about it?" Draco asked, running his hand through his hair. Harry grabbed his hand and held it, knowing Draco only got fidgety when he was nervous.
"You go straight to the Ministry and notify them of all the happenings. You give them all the evidence you can, and then you let them find him." Snape said.
After saying goodnight to the other couple, Harry pulled Draco into the street and sighed. "Listen, you don't have to let me stay at-" Draco pushed a finger to his lips and shook his head 'no'.
"You're staying with me." He said, his tone full of finality. Harry only shrugged and stuffed his hands into his pockets. When they reached the loft, a small box was sitting inside. Harry opened it to find all of his salvaged belongings shrunk down. His photos, the Invisibility cloak... He sat down on the floor and it finally hit him: He didn't have a home anymore. He began to cry for the fact that his and Draco's lives were in danger, the fact that he was homeless, the fact that this was all caused by someone he considered his best friend. He felt Draco's arms around him, pulling him up, being carried to the bed. Draco undressed him and they slid into bed, Draco cudding Harry as close as possible. That's when Harry realized he was wrong about one thing.
I do have a home.
- - -
Harry woke up the next morning to find an empty bed. He panicked and a second later, Draco walked in and lay back down on the bed.
"Where were you?"
"Writing a letter to the Ministry, requesting an appointment."
"Oh." Harry fiddled with the sheets and then looked up and smiled. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For loving me."
"You're so mushy." Draco replied, crawling up and pushing Harry back onto the pillows. "I like it."
They both laughed and kissed each other happily.
Their mornings went like so for about a month. They'd had a visit with the Ministry, who immediately began working on the case to find Ron. Everything was fine-until Draco woke up one morning and Harry wasn't there. He searched all through the house and couldn't find him. When he walked back into the bedroom, he saw something he couldn't understand how he'd missed. Attached to the pillow with a dagger was a note, covered in blood.
I finally have you both where I want you. Desperate and hopeless.
- - -
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"Hi..." He yawned, burying his face back into the pillow. Draco continued to trace his muscles and bones until Harry resurfaced and tackled him. "Ok, I get it. You want me up."
"Mmmhmm. I'm making you breakfast."
"Yay!" Harry cried, wrapping a sheet around his waist and following Naked!Draco to his kitchen.
"A starkers breakfast is the best breakfast." Draco said as he cut fruit. Harry nodded and licked his lips as Draco brought a piece of mango to them. He took the fruit in and a couple of fingers and delighted in the morsel of sweetness. Draco withdrew his fingers and licked them himself, then fed Harry some papaya. It continued this way until the pancakes, fruit, toast, tea, and muffins lay abandoned. Instead of food, Draco's tongue was probing Harry's mouth as he straddled Harry's waist. Harry wrapped them both in the sheet and they just sat there in the sun, grinning like fools.
"Well, that was enjoyable." Harry said, feeding Draco a grape.
"Yus." Draco replied, mouth full of fruit. Harry laughed and they kissed, sharing the grape in a very cliché way. But that didn't matter. This was the perfect Saturday. "We need to shower." They headed to the shower and washed each other. As Harry lathered his hair, Draco thought over the past month that Harry and he had been back together.
No one knew of the extent of their relationship except Hermione and Severus. It had been close to eight months since they had made their confession while Draco was in the hospital. Now they never slept without each other. Draco sighed- he couldn't ignore the strange happenings, though. All the weird feelings of someone watching, the Cruciatus incident, then of course the letters. Draco hadn't shared these with Harry, didn't want to worry him. But he decided he had to today, or he'd just feel even more guilty for not.
Once they were clean, they got dressed and lounged on the couch for a bit. Draco stood up. "I'll be right back." He went into his office and found the six letters he'd received. He walked back the couch and handed them to Harry, who frowned.
"What are these?"
"Letters I've been getting lately. There're six of them."
"Who are they from?"
"I don't know." Harry opened the first one and gasped as he read the horrific words.
Draco shivered as he remembered what they all said: gruesome details of how both he and Harry were going to die. Torture then pain then death. Watching each other die, etc. He didn't want to share them with his boyfriend. He didn't want to scare him. He felt tears trickle down his cheeks and he wiped them away on his sleeve and hoped Harry hadn't seen them. He had, for the next moment he was enveloped in a hug.
"Dray, it's ok." He whispered into the blond's hair. "He won't do this. I promise."
"I shouldn't be scared." Draco replied, sniffing and burying his face further into Harry's neck.
"You should too! These are scary letters! But the fact is that they won't happen. I could say I won't let it happen, but it's out of my control. Obviously this person doesn't want us to be together." Or alive. "But we'll stay together and prove to this person that we aren't scared of him, all right?"
"Ok..." They stood there holding each other, then finally collapsing on top of each other on the couch. They were both so emotionally exhausted that they fell asleep like that. When Harry awoke, his Wizard Wireless Communicator (read: cell phone) was ringing. He picked it up and held it to his ear, whispering quietly,
"Hello?"
"Harry? Where are you?" It was Hermione.
"At Draco's."
"Well, you need to get to your house! Do NOT Apparate inside!" She sounded desperate. He sat up and Draco stirred, then snuggled closer to Harry's torso. He clutched the phone to his shoulder, shifting Draco in his arms.
"Why?"
"Your house is on fire, Harry! It's up in flames!" Hermione was sobbing now. "Please, just get home!"
"All right. I'm on my way." He hung up the phone and shook Draco's shoulder. "Draco! Wake up, love. There's an emergency!" Draco sat up, alarmed. Harry stood up and put his shoes on.
"What? What happened?"
"My house! It's on fire. Hermione just rang." Draco immediately began to pull his shoes on and they Apparated to Harry's street. His house was indeed on fire, and wizards were Summoning things out. Hermione stood beside the wizards, directing them on what to find. Floating above the house were the words:
A warning. DEATH IS NEXT.
Upon seeing Draco and Harry, she rushed to them and wrapped her arms around Harry's neck, sobbing.
"Th- they're recovering as much as they can..." She lost her voice and just sobbed.
"Hermione, it's ok. What's the matter?"
"I thought you were in there... I thought you were dead... t-the threat..."
"I'm fine. I'm here." He replied, rubbing her back softly. Finally, Hermione let Harry go and latched onto Severus. Draco slipped an arm around Harry's waist and Harry took a deep breath. "There is some stuff we have to talk to you guys about, though. Can we go somewhere?"
"What do you want to do about this?" Draco asked, gesturing to the burning house.
"I can stay to get the stuff together and sent to Draco's loft." Severus finally spoke. Harry looked up and half-smiled.
"Thanks."
"No problem. See you at home, dear?" He directed to Hermione, who nodded and gave him a quick kiss before they all DisApparated to her flat.
They sat down with tea and the whole story came out-the letters, the curses, the near-death experiences, and now the fire. Hermione sat silent, moving only when Snape came home. He sat down beside her and when Harry and Draco were finally done, she whispered,
"It's Ron." Harry frowned.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." She replied, nodding vigorously.
"Well, what are we going to do about it?" Draco asked, running his hand through his hair. Harry grabbed his hand and held it, knowing Draco only got fidgety when he was nervous.
"You go straight to the Ministry and notify them of all the happenings. You give them all the evidence you can, and then you let them find him." Snape said.
After saying goodnight to the other couple, Harry pulled Draco into the street and sighed. "Listen, you don't have to let me stay at-" Draco pushed a finger to his lips and shook his head 'no'.
"You're staying with me." He said, his tone full of finality. Harry only shrugged and stuffed his hands into his pockets. When they reached the loft, a small box was sitting inside. Harry opened it to find all of his salvaged belongings shrunk down. His photos, the Invisibility cloak... He sat down on the floor and it finally hit him: He didn't have a home anymore. He began to cry for the fact that his and Draco's lives were in danger, the fact that he was homeless, the fact that this was all caused by someone he considered his best friend. He felt Draco's arms around him, pulling him up, being carried to the bed. Draco undressed him and they slid into bed, Draco cudding Harry as close as possible. That's when Harry realized he was wrong about one thing.
I do have a home.
- - -
Harry woke up the next morning to find an empty bed. He panicked and a second later, Draco walked in and lay back down on the bed.
"Where were you?"
"Writing a letter to the Ministry, requesting an appointment."
"Oh." Harry fiddled with the sheets and then looked up and smiled. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For loving me."
"You're so mushy." Draco replied, crawling up and pushing Harry back onto the pillows. "I like it."
They both laughed and kissed each other happily.
Their mornings went like so for about a month. They'd had a visit with the Ministry, who immediately began working on the case to find Ron. Everything was fine-until Draco woke up one morning and Harry wasn't there. He searched all through the house and couldn't find him. When he walked back into the bedroom, he saw something he couldn't understand how he'd missed. Attached to the pillow with a dagger was a note, covered in blood.
I finally have you both where I want you. Desperate and hopeless.
- - -
(a.n)- OOOH! What's gonna happen?? I don't know, do you? Probably.
MY REVIEWERS! AND REVIEWS! I love thee!
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Harry Pothead (SARAH!!!!! LoL I never said Maureen wasn't peering through the keyhole... hehehe. I loved your update of 'Honeymoon'. Absolutely brilliant!! Loff ju!)
Jessica L. Collett (I love you! You are such a cool person to talk with! Thanks for IMing me!)
illusionbutterfly (Ah, yes, your boyfriend is a smart boy! hehe. I hope you like this chapter!!)
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Mistal, Autumn Priestess (I'm glad you liked Maureen. She was fun to write to. Hehehe.)
Thanks for the reviews! I had, at last count, 113! Thanks so much!
Note- I will be gone in New York until January 4th. I will not be updating until then. I promise to post two chapters when I get back, K???
happy holidays!
-claire