Draco steadied himself as he stood at the back of the small house. His wand raised and carefully undoing the various warding spells that he had found all over the place. It was obvious his mother was the one in charge here. They were special Malfoy curses that the Aurors would have failed to break without his knowledge. And some of them had been nasty.
One to age you, one to make your teeth fall out, one to give you boils all over, and one to remove your genitals were only some of them. The Malfoy's had been good at coming up with curses that hurt a person in more than just physical ways. There were even those that messed with your head. Undoing the last one, he motioned quietly that it was safe to proceed. The front and back were curse free. Now, the heavy stuff would begin.
Harry had stood quietly with the other two Aurors as Draco had undone all the spells and then motioned them forward. He followed the blond quickly, entering the hideout through the back door that Draco had secured for them. While un-cursing the house had taken a while, it would get harder than that once they were inside. Especially once they meet Narcissa. Apparently, she had been the one to put the rather nasty looking spells on the house.
Draco froze as he felt the air around him tighten. With a wave of his hand, he cleared the air, feeling it become a little easier to breath. He then motioned for those behind him to check the rest of the house while he headed forward, knowing his mother knew he was there; waiting for him.
Harry nodded, and pointed to different directions that the other Aurors should go check out. He'd felt it too. Narcissa knew they were there. And she was ready.
Narcissa sat in a chair in a back bedroom, waiting. She could sense her son there, the bond they shared as a mother and son was more than enough to tell her that; she hadn't needed the charms. Smart of him to recognize them and disarm them. She'd taught him well.
Draco's silver-gray eyes seemed to become cool, distant, even as he felt his heart race a little. He didn't want to face his mother, but this was his job; his duty. He walked into the room with a slow, professional motion. "Come out, Narcissa Malfoy. The other wizards are captured by now. The ministry has charged you with aiding and abetting former Death Eaters," Draco called out in a cool tone.
Narcissa's cold laugh echoed around Draco. "What's the matter dear? Afraid to face your own mother? Come now Draco, you can find me easily enough. You know I'm waiting for you..." Her voice faded away, the charm she had used to make it surround her son, ended.
Draco's eyes flashed. "Actually, I was wondering when you became so cowardly that you wouldn't meet an Auror head on," he remarked coolly, even as he undid several curses on his way to the room his mother was in.
Narcissa laughed again, opening the door as she stood to greet her son. "Lovely to see you again my dear. Too bad your manners have gone down hill. Tsk tsk. I thought I taught you better than that."
"I remember some woman who was loving, if not a bit off, who taught me many things. What I see before me is someone who can't flee from the law any longer."
"Aw, now Draco dear. No need to be rude. I'll come with you. Willingly even."
"Now, you don't think I'd believe that while you still have your wand, do you?"
"You have no faith in your mother do you?" Narcissa sighed. "Where ever did I go wrong?" she seemed to sigh again, but was muttering a stunning spell. "Sorry dear. But I just can't let you, my own beloved son, get in my way. It's bigger than you think." She swept past her stunned child, and apparated out of the house, casting a complicated spell that drew the other wizards to her.
Harry had bound the other wizards with the help of the Aurors, but they were quickly pulled away from them; no matter how much Harry and the other's tried to stop them. What was this? What was Narcissa doing? And how come Draco hadn't stopped her!
Draco smirked from his place outside the house, even as his mother appeared, looking smug. The other Death Eaters coming to her summons. Draco had cast an Anti-Disapparition Jinx around the house area so no one could escape.
"Expelliarmus," Draco called, even as his disarmed his mother. It was amazing what someone could do with a transfiguration spell. With his mother's wand in hand, he cast a full body bind on her, since she was the only one not tied up. "You did teach me well mother. So well, that even I wouldn't trust you."
"What have you done you insufferable boy! How did you get past my plan?" Narcissa shrieked; her calm demeanor shattered in the face of near defeat. "I wish I had never given birth to a traitor son like you! I shall get you Draco!"
Draco didn't even bat an eyelash, even as the words cut deeply. "You were free and clear, Narcissa. You had absolutely no need to aid the Death Eaters. For you crimes, you will be sent to Azkaban. I hope you will enjoy it. For it will be the last place you see."
"AGHHHHHH!" She screamed, her fury swallowing any words that she could have thought of. She struggled against the spell, but it was useless. She was right. She had taught her son to well, and now he would be her downfall. "You won't win Draco!"
"Tell that to the courts," he said coldly as the Aurors came out of the house. "Here, take care of them!" he called, walking stiffly away.
Harry directed the other Auror's to gather everyone else up, grabbing Narcissa himself and adding a couple of his own charms. He took out their portkey, and gathered the others around it, so no one would be able to escape on the return.
"Get off of me! Do not touch me you filthy boy! You brought down the Dark Lord, but I, I shall bring him back again!" Narcissa continued to shriek; appalled that Harry Potter dared touch HER.
"Shut up." Harry snapped at her. He cast a silencing charm, not needing her screams anymore, or her coarse remarks to Draco. The portkey pulled them all back to the ministry, leaving Draco behind, but Harry knew that he would be fine... for now.
Draco closed his eyes, drawing a deep breath. He couldn't break down now. He needed to do paperwork. He would fall apart once he went home. Opening them once again, he lowered his spell from the area and apparated back to his office.
Harry sighed as he walked into his office. He'd secured Narcissa and the other wizards in Azkaban to await their trials. Now, he just had to write up his version of what happened, and the arrest report. He probably wouldn't see Draco until much later, if at all before tomorrow. He wanted to get his work done so Draco wouldn't have to get at him to do it. He had enough to worry about.
Draco was bent over his work, his eyes slightly watery, but he was still writing in his professional manner. He just wanted to get this over with, and fast.
Harry frowned as he spotted Draco at his desk. That wasn't right. It could wait. "Draco...?"
"What?" he asked, his voice cool, his hand still moving as the report flowed from him.
"Er. Don't you think that could... um, wait? Maybe you should go home..." He ended weakly, knowing already that Draco would fight him on this. Of course it couldn't wait. This was more important. Work had to be separated from personal life.
"The sooner I finish this, the sooner I can ignore it all together."
"I guess you're right." Harry reluctantly agreed and sat down to do his own work.
Draco signed the bottom of his report with a flourish, smiling, before standing up and putting it into the out box. "I'll see you at home," he murmured, his composure beginning to crack.
Harry could only nod as his heart broke a bit at the fact that his love was hurting so much and he could do next to nothing to help him.
Draco apparated to his bedroom and curled up onto his bed. Holding a pillow close, almost as if it was a person, he began to cry. He let the damn go and sobbed, every harsh word from his mother that he recalled making him cry all the more.
Harry sighed as Draco left, apparating back to the house. He finished his report as quickly as he could, then stood and apparated home himself. He searched the house for Draco, but didn't seen him. He asked Dorry if he had seen him, but the elf confirmed it negative. Harry frowned, and went upstairs. Pausing at his room, he turned towards Draco's door. He was probably there. Harry walked forward, he would check on him, see if he was okay and comfort him as well as he could. He wasn't sure if Draco just wanted to be left alone, but he couldn't just do that without being sure.
Draco continued to cry, clinging to the pillow like a lifeline. Today had been the hardest night of his life, and he hated that he had gone through with it.
Harry opened the door slowly. He could hear Draco now; hear the low sounds he made as he cried. He slipped into the room, shutting the door softly behind him as he moved over to the bed, sliding up close to Draco on the bed; he carefully removed the pillow and wrapped his arms around him instead.
Draco clung to Harry, his tears soaking his shirt. "I... I... hurt..." he murmured in a low, pain filled voice.
"I know, love, I know." Harry murmured, drawing him closer and rubbing his back soothingly. He hurt too. Because Draco had had to do this, and that he couldn't do anything more to help him than be there.
Draco cried into his lover's arms, sniffling and sobbing, even as his arms seemed to cling tightly to the warm body. "Am... I... really... that... bad...?"
"No. No you're not. She just... she believed in what she was doing, and thought it was the right thing. You knew better." He took a deep breath. "She didn't want to believe that her only son could foul her plans so quickly. She was angry... it happened to be at you. You can't trust what she says just because she's your mother. She's wrong about you."
Draco sniffed, once more feeling like he was going to start crying again, even as he continued to cling to Harry.
Harry just held him as his tears stopped a little. He felt like he was going to start crying himself, having to reassure his lover like this.
Draco's eyes continued to drip their tears, even as he held onto Harry a little harder. "I... I'm... sorry."
Harry jerked in surprise. "Why?"
"For... being such... a cry baby."
Harry couldn't help the laughter. "Don't apologize for that. You're not."
Draco felt a small smile cross his lips, as his eyes met Harry's. "Ok."
"Okay." Harry smiled back. He kissed his forehead, and held him closer. "Are you feeling better now?"
Draco nodded, pulling Harry closer. "A little, thank you for being here for me."
"You're welcome." Harry said. "Do you want anything? You didn't eat today..."
Draco shook his head. "No. I don't want any food."
"Okay." Harry was content to just hold him. This was all he could do. Comfort him, and try to make it hurt a little less.
Draco rolled onto his back, even as he looked up at him and smiled softly. "Please, love, would you do me one favor?"
"Anything." Harry promised.
Draco looked up at Harry, his silver eyes serious. "I want you to make love to me. Make me forget today ever happened."
Harry looked into his eyes. He couldn't ignore the request. It wouldn't really wipe the memories away, but Draco could pretend it would. "All right." He murmured, leaning over him to kiss him full on the lip; he would do anything to take the pain away.
Draco's eyes remained open, focused on his lover. Even as he moaned into Harry's mouth, even as his tongue slipped into Harry's mouth.
Harry felt his silver eyes one him and his own green ones fluttered open to met Draco's gaze. He watched, even as their tongues dueled in their battle for dominance of the kiss. Breaking away reluctantly for air, he smiled down at him. "What are you looking at so intently?"
"Because I want to see you, even as you do delicious things to my body," he replied, his voice now thick with passion.
"Good reason." Harry smirked, placing another hot kiss on his lips before sliding down his lover to 'do delicious things' to his body.
Draco gasped, his body shifting, even as he wanted to feel more of his lovers hands, lips, and anything else he wanted to touch him with.
Harry drank it in, knowing that this time, this time it would be better than all the rest. Love needed to wash away and heal all the pain that had been felt today, and he was the only one that could heal Draco. So he did. With soft lips and tender, burning kisses, stroking hands and delicate touches to cause gasps and moans at the tickling sensations running over the skin. He loved to make love to Draco. It was such a moving experience each time, new feelings were discovered each time...As much as this was healing Draco; it was healing him as well
Draco arched up as Harry explored and searched his body over. He loved it. He wanted to be even closer to his lover. He wanted to be one with Harry, feeling the passion and pleasure that was washing over his body with everything that his lover did to him. It was wonderful and amazing... all at the same time.
Harry gazed up at Draco as his body arched ever closer to his. Pressing a kiss to his stomach, and moving his lips down over the soft skin to a jutting hip; to the soft yet hard skin of his erection, gently laving it with attention in ways he never had before.
Draco almost bent in half when Harry began to torment his hard member in a way that he had never expected before. His silver eyes were wide as he stared at his lover. "Ha-rry!"
"Yes?" Harry asked, looking up from his tasting of his lover. He licked his lips, getting more of the taste. He had rather not wanted to be interrupted, but responding to Draco had been too much of a torture to the other not to answer.
At those touches to his whole body and those licks in areas he had never had Harry be so bold in; he had managed to make Draco lose all train of thought. "Stop... teasing."
"Never." He vowed, with a very Malfoy-like smirk. Leaning back over him, he touched his tongue to the softest of skins once again, ignoring Draco and doing as he pleased.
Draco gasped and bucked up into Harry touch, knowing he would have to get his lover back at a later date.
Harry smiled against him, and moved to torture a different area, sucking and teasing the flesh mercilessly as it hardened under his tongue.
Draco could no longer keep his eyes open and they drifted closed. But without sight, the sensations increased, making the blonde whimper in pleasure.
Harry was once again drawn away from his task to look at his beautiful lover. He drew in a sharp breath as he took in the wonderful vision laid before him. Soft lashes had finally drifted closed against the faded lights of the room; white-blonde hair spread out on the pillow as he head tossed in pleasure. His lips were red and bruised looking from their passion earlier, and the flush spread down his chest to the hard peaks of his nipples. His chest heaved as he struggled to take in the next breath through all the fire that must be racing through his veins. He looked more than ready to Harry. Tearing his gaze from his lover -as difficult as it was - his hand slipped ever lower under Draco's body.
Draco cried out, even as his hardness jumped and the attention to the area below it. He panted, gasped, and pleaded, even as he loved every second of it.
Harry twisted his fingers inside of Draco, searching of that spot; that one area that would have him seeing stars and screaming his name. Finding it, he pushed gently against it, bringing Draco close to the edge.
Draco arched up, his eyes flying open. "HA-RRY!" he screamed in pleasure, even as stars flashed before his gaze.
Harry smirked. That had been exactly the reaction he wanted. He stroked the nerve endings briefly once again, before removing his hand. He muttered a lubrication spell under his breath and positioned himself before his entrance.
Draco was breathing rapidly, his body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. "Oh, please... Harry... stop tormenting... me!" he cried out.
"Sorry," He muttered, not really having meant to this time. He sheathed himself inside the tight warmth, holding still for a moment out of habit, before he began a hard, bone-jarring pace that he knew Draco wanted. Anything slow and sensual was out of the question when Draco only wanted to forget.
Draco's lips parted as deep, keening cries spilled from them. "HA-RRY! HARDER!" he yelled, his arms moving to wrap around Harry's shoulders and cling to him.
If Harry had been capable of such a thing at the time, he would have raised his eyebrow in surprise. But that was a little impossible in this situation. Instead, he moved in Draco's embrace, pounding him into the mattress. He didn't want to hurt his lover, but he wanted to give him what he wanted as well.
Draco's cries spilled into Harry's ear, even as he took the time to lick his ear from time to time, even as he his impassioned pleas were nothing more than deep cries of bliss.
Harry shuddered in pleasure when Draco licked his ear... it had always been a sensitive place for him, and this was making it worse. He thrust particularly hard against his lover, drawing out their combined pleasure. It was -so- good.
"Oh... GODS!" He screamed, feeling himself drawing nearer to that blessed peak.
"Unh... Draco!" Harry cried out. He was getting to close. It didn't seem like either of them would last much longer, but he was determined to bring Draco to completion first. He reached between them to grasp Draco's arousal and add to the stimulation he was already getting.
Draco screamed out in bliss, his hips bucking to meet Harry's every thrust, before he cried out and came, hard and fast. The rich milky seed spilling over Harry's hand and onto his own chest.
Harry stroked his hands over his cock a couple more times as he thrust harder into Draco and released his own essence into his willing lover
Draco groaned once more, a single extra spurt spilling from his member at the extra attention.
Harry held himself over Draco, panting heavily as he finished inside him; the slight tightening of Draco around him was his complete undoing. He shook slightly with the added effort of holding himself up as he slowly returned to himself. That had been so utterly... amazing
Draco was panting and whimpered, his eyes closed, even as he was content to be so close to his lover.
"Draco? You okay?" Harry managed to ask. He knew he was probably fine, but after today... he just had to be sure.
Draco purred before nodding his head. "Hm, I feel wonderful."
"Good." he said, placing a kiss on his forehead and rolling over to the side. He held out his arms, and drew Draco into them.
He sighed, cuddling close to him.
Harry sighed in contentment, on the verge of slumber. A small part of him hoped that Draco would be okay tonight. No nightmares and minimal regrets. The blond didn't need to be re-living any of this - at least not anytime soon. A sudden thought occurred to him. "Draco... will you be okay? Do you want me to get you a Dreamless Sleep potion or anything?"
Draco, with his mind slowly coming back to him, nodded. "That... might be a good idea, Harry. I don't know how I'll handle it tonight."
Harry nodded. "I'll be right back then." He said, sliding reluctantly away from his lover and finding his pants on the floor. Suitably dressed, he then descended downstairs to find a potion for his lover. Dorry was no longer awake at this hour, so he searched the potions storage area himself for what he required. He found what he sought - the last bottle - and made a note to make sure he got more for Draco the next day. Taking it back upstairs, he handed it the blond, now sitting up in bed, before removing his pants again and laying down next to him.
Draco smiled and accepted the vile; drinking down enough to make certain he'd have no dreams this night. "Thank you, Harry."
"You're welcome Draco." Harry said, giving him a soft kiss and settling down to sleep next to him.
Draco sighed, curling against him, before sighing and drifting off into a deep and dreamless sleep.