A/N: This is a warning. There is a fairly graphic (but not too graphic, I think) romance scene at the end. Readers beware. This is rated Mature.
Chapter Twenty-five
Severus, Remus, Draco, and Narcissa sat in the living room. Their faces were drawn and full of pain. Harry had woken from the transformation reasonably distraught about the death of his late godfather. His sobs had gotten so violent that he had his first asthma attack in several days. Now he was alone in the bedroom, trying to come to terms with his new memories.
Draco was hyper aware of the shame burning in his chest, coming through his bond to Harry. Harry couldn't understand how he could act so childishly. At the same time, he was having a hard time accepting the sheer depth of Severus' anger and dislike. Their father had literally torn into his mind, again and again. It was like one disaster after another, like a nightmare without the comfort of knowing it was just a dream.
The waves of distress slowly stilled and wire-hot determination rose in its place. Draco looked up at the doorway and cued everyone that Harry was coming. The small brunette floated into the living room. His eyes were puffy from crying and his face was pale, but his expression was hard and clear.
"That will never happen again." He said calmly, but with conviction. "I'm glad we are past all that stupid hate and misconceptions. It has already cost people their lives." Harry firmed his lips and curled his hands into fists. "Sirius was cheated out of his life, first with Azkaban and then due to our petty squabbles. But I think we've all learned the consequences of not working with each other, and no one will suffer because of us again."
"I'm sorry, Harry." Severus said softly.
"I know." Harry floated over and sat down next to him. "It wasn't your fault. We all made mistakes, including Dumbledore. But like I said, we've learned better and that's all that matters."
"Harry, what are those scars?" Remus asked, noticing the teen's right hand.
"I will not tell lies." Harry read and smiled grimly. "Umbridge made me write lines with a blood quill for saying Voldemort was back. It's a curse scar now. Guess that's why it came back when the scars inflicted by Quidditch and Vernon didn't reappear."
Severus' hand clenched around Harry's and his eyes burned with rage.
Harry smiled up at him and shook his head. "Don't worry about it, Dad. It's in the past. Besides, no one can doubt Voldemort's back now, so it's all right."
"What's the last thing you remember?" Narcissa asked carefully.
"Getting on the train after the school year." The brunette answered.
Everyone relaxed at that. They had one more week to try and prepare Harry for the abuse he willingly submitted to that summer and the resulting event where he was drugged and raped. Hopefully they would manage to salvage the teen and keep him from slipping away into death. Draco stood and reached for Harry's hand. The teen smiled and took it.
"We're going to Madam Pomfrey for our check-up." The blonde announced.
"I'm coming with you." Severus stood and Narcissa nodded, standing as well.
"I'll go and tend to the DA." Remus offered.
"Thanks, Moony." Harry flew over to kiss his cheek. "We'll be there as soon as Madam Pomfrey's done with us."
"Take your time." Remus ruffled his hair.
…
Madam Pomfrey studied the results of the many tests she had run. The boys waited patiently for her analysis, but Severus and Narcissa were stiff with anticipation. The witch hummed deep in her throat as she tapped the read-outs a few times with her wand. Harry grinned over at Draco who smirked back at him.
"Well?" Severus drawled, tired of waiting.
"The scar is a curse scar. Harry was right." She answered. "But that doesn't explain why I never noticed it till now."
"It probably had a powerful glamour on it that was broken by the aging transformation." Narcissa offered.
"Possibly." Pomfrey sighed. "I could kill that woman. How many other students did she torture?"
"We can ask Dumbledore to make an announcement to ask victims to come forward." Severus shrugged. "How are Harry's lungs and nerves?"
"There is very little scarring left. He should be okay, but he could trigger an asthma attack still should he get over-worked or emotional. He should be able to walk normally now without problems. In fact, I'd recommend it as his muscles are loosing strength as well as his bones. His organs are healthy and, though he could stand to put on more weight, he is back within the healthy parameters. He's grown only an inch and a half, standing at four foot nine and a half inches, but has gained almost twelve pounds, now weighing just short of one hundred pounds." She smiled wryly. "As for Lord Malfoy, Draco is the picture of health itself. He is now five feet eight and a half inches and weighs one hundred and twenty seven pounds."
"I like flying." Harry pouted. "I hate being so much shorter than everyone."
"I'm not saying you have to stop completely." Pomfrey assured him. "It's actually good seeing how much magic you contain. Bottling it up would only result in spectacular accidental magic. But you need to get at least a few hours of physical exercise."
"Yes, ma'am." Harry sighed. Draco snickered. "Shut up, you." Harry mock glared at him. "You're going to have to exercise with me, so don't think you're getting off easy."
"Why should I?" Draco's eyes went wide.
"You're looking a little pudgy. Don't want you to ruin your image by getting fat." Harry smirked.
"I am not fat." Draco growled. And it was true. His stomach was flat and his muscles, though not defined as an athlete, were delicately etched under his skin.
"You want to stay that way, don't you?" Harry laughed.
"Shut up." Draco glared, but then his face melted into a polite smile. "Thank you, Madam Pomfrey. Is it alright if we go now? We have DA to teach."
"Go on." She smiled fondly.
The boys waved and left her there with the adults. Severus immediately began questioning her about possible potions that could help Harry put on more weight and height. Narcissa shook her head, understanding one word in five. It didn't take her long to realize that she'd be more useful doing other things. After a moment's consideration, she decided to go and talk to the headmaster. She hadn't forgotten the blood quill and something had to be done about it.
…
Harry and Draco arrived in the Room of Requirement half an hour later. The DA was in their groups practicing spells and warming up. Remus walked among them and spoke softly to encourage and instruct. Harry smiled at the sight. The DA really was coming along at a rapid pace. Draco felt Harry's pride and stood straighter with it.
"Do you think they're ready?" Shacklebolt asked behind them. He stood with thirteen Aurors who had come at Harry's request to battle the DA. Draco was the one who thought of the idea and Harry had agreed it was perfect.
"They're ready." Harry said confidently and walked into the room. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at them. Draco followed behind him, face impassive and eyes bright and hard. Harry grinned wolfishly and the DA shifted in anticipation. "You all have been working really hard and we can tell by the results. Your dueling skills have increased and your knowledge of spells has grown. I think you're ready for the battle ahead. Draco agrees with me. But we know that some of you are still unsure. Draco thought of asking the Aurors to come and test your skills.
"To make this as much like a real battle as possible, we'll be creating several different battle zones." Draco smirked. "You will fight in your groups as a team. Each group will go a round on each combat field."
"Goldstein, your team will stay here." Harry told the Ravenclaw who was the leader of the least powerful group. Anthony nodded and turned to the four others who were already discussing strategy. Harry then looked over at the middle group. "Hooper, you'll be taking your group down to the lake." The seventh year Gryffindor nodded. Harry looked at the last group. "Higgs, you're group is assigned to the forbidden forest." The Slytherin nodded and lead his group from the room.
Draco smirked at Harry and the brunette grinned back, excitement racing through his veins. The thirteen Aurors came in and the room morphed into an obstacle course. Anthony Goldstein had his group fan out behind him and the battle started. Draco and Harry stayed to watch only a few moments before hurrying from the room to check on the other groups.
The day passed quickly. The DA fought ruthlessly against the Aurors, holding nothing back. The Aurors were taken by surprise at first, but made a powerful comeback. Magic clashed and battled. Draco and Harry went from group to group, throwing in and helping as much as they could. When they made victory within reach for their classmates, they moved on. It was up to the groups to maintain the advantage.
The Aurors left impressed and wanting to go again the next day. Harry and Draco agreed and the DA broke up to eat and sleep, talking happily of their victories. Harry made his way to the dungeons flushed and happy. They had really done well. Draco was still running on adrenalin and his eyes burned when they landed on his breathless lover. Harry met his eyes and lifted gracefully into the air, pressing his mouth to the blonde's hungrily. Draco staggered backward, his back hitting the stone wall as his hands grabbed at Harry's clothes wildly.
Harry broke the kiss briefly to pull his and Draco's shirt off. "You were amazing out there," he said huskily before kissing his love senseless. Draco groaned as their chests, burning with heat and damp with sweat, slid against each other. His hand slid up into Harry's hair and pulled hard. Harry gasped, his head tilting back. He hissed when Draco attacked his throat, sucking and biting painfully. Harry thrust against him, arching.
"You're so beautiful." Draco panted, staring into Harry's glowing eyes.
"Raaayyy…" Harry moaned and they were kissing again, rubbing and touching frantically.
Harry was undoing Draco's pant's button when they heard footsteps coming down the hall. Draco clamped his hands onto Harry's hips, stopping their movement. Harry buried his face in Draco's shoulder and moaned painfully. The blonde bit his lip so hard it almost bled, but slowly their hearts slowed its maddened rhythm and their bodies cooled. Severus walked by, not six inches away, but he never saw them. Harry's magic wrapped around them, concealing them from sight.
"We should go." Draco's voice was deep and rough.
Harry groaned, but obediently unwound his legs from the blonde's waist and floated back to the floor. They carefully avoided looking at each other as they put on their shirts and straightened their hair. They were almost ready to go when Harry started laughing. Draco looked over curiously and began laughing as well. They laughed all the way to their door, leaning on each other and breathless with it. Remus smiled at them and Severus lifted an eyebrow. Draco shook his head helplessly and Harry shrugged.
"You two look like you had a great day." Remus chuckled, noticing the dirty cheeks and torn clothes from the battles with the Aurors.
"Yeah." Draco agreed and shoved Harry.
Harry grinned back. "What's for dinner?"
"I believe steak and potatoes." Severus answered.
"Come. It's ready." Narcissa called from the kitchen.
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After dinner, Severus took the boys and had them practice Occlumency. They were so exhausted by the finish that they fell asleep instantly. Draco woke Harry the next morning and the green-eyed teen stared, mouth hanging open. Draco's hair was wet and loose and he wore only a towel. The blonde smirked at him and leaned down to give him a chaste kiss.
"Come on. We have to get going." He smiled.
"You're cruel." Harry groaned and rolled out of bed.
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Harry crept through the Forbidden Forest. His feet made no sound as he floated an inch off the ground. He could just make out Draco following behind him, about ten feet away. There was a pained cry to the right and he flew forward. Hermione was down, unconscious. Ron was standing over her and yelling as he fired off spells continuously in every direction. Harry dodged one and watched an ice blue light come streaking for his friend. Throwing out his hand, Harry's magic lashed forward and the spell exploded in a shower of sparks.
"Tend to Hermione!" He yelled, a shield springing up around them. Ron nodded and bent over their downed friend.
An explosion from behind had Harry spinning around. The Auror cursed and aimed for a second shot. Harry waved and buckled his shields; a second wave had him collapse stunned. Harry glanced to the side to see Draco crouched, silver eyes glowing with a sharp grin. The blonde's eyes met his for a second and heat speared through them. They broke away as Ron called out that Hermione was injured, but able to fight.
Harry released them from their shield. "Where's the rest of your group?"
"We got separated." Hermione answered with a strained smile.
"Find them quick." Draco snapped and melted back into the shadows.
Harry nodded his agreement and went after him.
…
The DA, battered and exhausted, met in the Room of Requirement for a late lunch. The mock battles had started at dawn and they had lasted a good six and a half hours. The DA had proven themselves. Many of the Aurors looked equally worse for wear. Harry and Draco had gleefully sat in on the lecture the Auror Generals had given their battered troops for allowing kids to get the better of them.
"You have all done extremely well." Harry smiled around at his classmates. "When the battle comes, you will be ready. And the Aurors will be glad to have you fighting on their side."
A round of laughter and cheering went up.
"We don't want to wear you out so that you make a mistake when it really counts, so tomorrow you're to rest and have fun. Try not to use too much magic. Conserve your strength." Draco ordered and got nods of agreement. "We've seen each group fight in each area and we've decided to assign you permanently to each spot to defend it against Death Eater attack."
"Higgs, your group has the Quidditch Pitch." Harry looked over at the Slytherin and then moved his gaze to the Ravenclaw leader of the middle group. "Goldstein, your group will cover the school." He looked over at the Gryffindor seventh year. "Hooper, you and the others will cover the Forbidden Forest. If the Death Eaters get past you and your group, fall back to help the others. I don't want you to make a final stand and die. Cause as much damage as you can and regroup for another quick strike."
"We are a support group for the Aurors." Draco agreed. "We are not on the front line. You will not help us by dying. Do you all understand?"
The crowd yelled in the affirmative.
"Alright." Harry said seriously. "We're going to practice these darting strikes, working with the Aurors, Thursday. So everyone rest up tomorrow, you're going to need it."
The crowd cheered and began to disperse. Harry turned to his love and his eyes were glowing with pride, his hair even more disheveled than normal and dirt smudging his cheek. Draco's breath hitched at the sight.
"I think we can win this, Ray." Harry floated up and draped his arms over the blonde's shoulders. "I really think they'll be able to pull this off."
"They're ready." Draco agreed. "And so are we."
Harry grinned and kissed him. As soon as Draco pulled him closer for firmer contact, he wiggled and floated out of reach. Flushed and breathing faster than normal, Draco stared at him curiously. Harry almost caved under his hot gaze, but managed to cross his arms and say, "Now we're even for this morning."
"You little…" Draco lunged, but missed.
Harry laughed. "Come on, Ray. We really do have to get to lunch. I'm starving."
"Fine." Draco glared, tossing his braid over his shoulder.
Harry wrapped his arms around the blonde's neck from behind, still laughing. Draco pretended to ignore him, but a smile kept creeping out from the corners of his mouth.
…
"How was training?" Severus asked as the boys, freshly washed, came to the table.
"It was really good." Harry smiled happily. "We're ready."
"Any sign of Voldemort?" Draco asked, sitting beside his love and across from their father and Moony.
"None." Narcissa shook her head. She sat at the end of the table. "He's still holed up in the Ministry building."
"Are you going to train after you eat?" Remus asked. The boys looked good, but he could sense their fatigue.
"No." Harry shook his head. "We gave them tomorrow off as well. We'll continue on Thursday, this time working with the Aurors."
"The Auror's have been divided in half. Shacklebolt will be leading those fighting with us and Bones and Robards will be leading the group fighting against us as mock Death Eaters." Draco explained.
"That's a good idea." Remus praised.
"It was Harry's idea. He thought if we continued like this, we wouldn't know how to work with the Aurors and might end up getting in their way." Draco shrugged.
"Good thinking, Harry." Severus looked on his son.
Harry looked up at him with a happy smile, "Thanks, Dad."
"Well, since you don't have further plans, I want you to practice Occlumency while under attack." He said firmly.
The boys groaned.
"It is important." Severus stared at them and they fell silent.
"Your dad's right." Remus smiled. "But let's worry about desert first."
The boys cheered and Narcissa laughed at Severus' expression.
…
Severus sat on the edge of his bed with a tired sigh.
Remus came up behind him and leaned his head against his shoulder. "What's the matter? They seemed to get the hang of it by the end." It hadn't been a pretty sight. The boys, excellent duelers normally, were knocked off their feet again and again when Severus attacked their mind.
"It's not that." Severus shook his head. He stared at the wall, his black eyes tight with worry. "They're so young and the battle ahead will be like nothing they've ever seen. The battle at Hogsmeade will be trivial in comparison. They don't deserve the future ahead of them. I'm not even sure Harry will survive until the battle. In just five days, Harry will remember what happened to him." Severus hung his head, his hair curtaining his face from view. "How will I tell my son he was raped?"
"They're strong, Sev." Remus murmured, a whimper in his voice with sympathetic pain.
"They're children." Severus countered with a hot glare.
"I know." Remus backed away and lay down with a pained sigh. The full moon was only three days away. "But someone once said that he couldn't bear to think otherwise. So I've taken to the same philosophy. They will survive because I won't be able to stand it if they don't."
Severus' eyes softened. He tucked his lank hair behind his ear and leaned down to kiss his lover. Remus submitted, hands resting passively at his sides. Severus smirked and swished his wand, dimming the lights as his long, agile fingers left fires in their wake and his mouth swallowed the werewolf's moans.
Remus' eyes were glowing gold by this point and his whole body strained to take his lover, to quicken the pace, but he endured his lover's slow and thorough tortures. He writhed and fought against his instinct to howl and pin his lover, knowing Severus needed this. Panting, their bodies slid slickly together. They came moments apart and cried out as light and sensation exploded behind their eyes.
…
"I'm glad you gave the DA the day off." Severus announced when they finished breakfast. Harry looked worriedly at his father.
The dark-eyed man had been unusually subdued. Draco looked to Remus for a hint, but he just looked pained and tired and that could be because of the moon. He looked to his mother and her grim, pale face didn't bode well. He reached under the table and Harry's hand met his halfway. They held tightly to each other.
"Why don't we go into the sitting room?" Severus stood from the table and strode away.
"Mother?" Draco asked tightly.
"Go. Remus and I will wait here. Call if you need us." Narcissa answered gently.
Harry's eyes went wide, "What's going on? Has Voldemort done something?"
"No, Harry. There is still no news." Remus' kind eyes were full of tears and Harry felt his panic grow. "Go on. Your father's waiting."
The boys shared a look. Harry thought Draco's eyes were knowing, but he had no time to ask his love what was going on. They entered the sitting room together. Severus was sitting stiff and straight in his favored chair. He didn't look around at them. Harry bit his lip hard, his hands sweaty. Draco tugged him forward and they carefully sat on the couch.
"I usually tell you about your returning memories the day before, but I have decided that it would be better that you receive more forewarning this time. It is important that you come to terms with what happened and having more time to accept it could mean the difference between your living and your dieing."
"Dad, you're scaring me." Harry whispered.
"I'm sorry, son. I do not mean to frighten you." Severus lifted his head so he was looking into Harry's eyes. They were full of too much pain. "This past summer you were grieving for the loss of your godfather. You felt it was your fault alone and the grief and guilt consumed you. When you returned to the Dursley's and their abuse, it hit you harder than ever before. You succumbed to the belief that you deserved to be punished." He paused. "Do you understand, Harry?"
Harry stared back, speechless. He remembered how he felt, but it was like he was a different person then. No. He really was a different person now. But he could remember. Slowly, he nodded. Draco squeezed his hand, his head bowed. His hand was icy in Harry's.
"Vernon abused you and you let him, thinking you deserved it." Severus said softly, but it was like a shout. Harry winced. "He beat you horribly for many days. Your magic didn't defend you because you didn't want it to."
Fat tears rolled down Harry's cheeks, but he didn't look away from his father's eyes. He needed to know. He knew he did and he wouldn't look away. He was stronger, better. He would get through this. He wasn't alone any longer.
"Encouraged, Mr. Dursley indulged his worst desires. He drugged your food. When you went to your room, you were physically impaired, but your magic was affected somehow as well… Harry, he raped you. Your magic tried to come to you, but it couldn't. It was blocked."
Harry covered his face, too shocked, too horrified, to even cry. It was like everything inside him went numb. He barely registered Draco pulling him into a tight embrace. He hardly felt his dad come over and hold him from his other side. But the words came in loud and clear, even as he wished them to stop.
"You rejected your magic completely after that. You felt betrayed. Without magic, you were dieing. Slowly, day by day. We couldn't get through to you. You were too hurt. So we tried the spell, hoping it would let us in to you and allow us to mute and heal what we could. Instead, it turned you into a child."
Harry shook his head dumbly, his hand still covering his face. Draco was crying silently, his gray eyes as dark as smoke and filled with painful tears. Severus held tight and for the first time Harry felt his size. He felt small and fragile, and he just wanted to curl up and let his father and Draco shelter him and make everything alright. But that wasn't possible. The injury wasn't from outside. It was going to come from within. He couldn't hide from it. He knew it, but that didn't make it any easier.
…
Draco felt the numbness grow within his chest. It coated his insides with hard, brittle ice and his despair, fear, and pain beat at it to no avail. Small objects at the edge of the room were trembling as Harry's magic quivered. It was like it was locked out as well, though he knew it wasn't. He could feel it radiating from his baby, pouring straight and smooth like sunrays. They only bent and shook at the ends. Books fell to the ground, glasses rattled, frames knocked against the wall.
He clung to Harry, trying to give him strength and reassurance. Merlin. He couldn't loose him. He just couldn't. He wouldn't survive. Draco lowered his head, resting his forehead against Harry's shoulder. He'd die from a broken heart if Harry left him.
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Severus rocked his children. Rage and agony made his insides bleed. He'd have given anything, paid any price, and suffered any pain to spare Harry this. He knew forbidden and dark arts. He was young and powerful. How could it be that he was so helpless when he most needed to do something? He had done unforgivable things, cruel and evil. Why was Harry the one suffering?
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Remus and Narcissa stood in the doorway. Both were stiff and silently mourning for the three on the couch. They ached with need; a need to do something to ease the suffering in their beloved. But there was nothing to do. So they stood silent vigil, offering themselves, hoping their presence would be of some comfort.
…
Harry lay in bed on his back. He knew Draco would be up soon. The blonde lay fitfully in the bed next to his own. He hadn't fallen to sleep until a handful of hours before. Harry hadn't slept at all. He was thinking. He didn't remember much of the day before. He remembered hearing what happened, what his uncle had done, but the rest was a blur. The first clear memory was being tucked in by his dad and lying silent, struggling with what he now knew was coming.
He didn't want to remember what happened during the summer. He didn't want the spell to end. Just imaging… Harry shuddered and waves of nausea enveloped him. Magic swirled around the room. It was tame, but only because Harry was consciously willing it so. He was powerful. He knew he was. Intellectually, he knew his uncle had done something to prevent his magic from responding, but feeling the strength and sheer power filling him it was hard to believe.
Draco hadn't said anything to him as they lay waiting for sleep to come, but he didn't have to. Harry could hear him. Don't die. I need you. I love you. His fist clenched. He didn't want to die. More than he didn't want to remember what Vernon had done to him, he didn't want to die. He wanted to be here for the DA. He had to defeat Voldemort; he was the only one who could. But more than that, he wanted to be here for Draco. Harry loved him with all his heart and soul. Draco was beautiful and strong and magnificent. He didn't want to be without him in any form.
"Baby," came a soft whisper, weak and needy.
Harry moved without thought. He just reacted to the pain in that beloved voice. He floated over the distance separating them and landed gently on Draco's chest. The blonde wrapped his arms tight around him and cried. Harry was surprised to find tears falling down his own cheeks, even though he knew he shouldn't be.
"Ray… Ray, I… I don't know what I'm going to do."
Draco didn't answer. He couldn't.
"I love you, Ray. I don't want to leave you, but I'm scared."
"Me, too." Draco breathed shakily. "But we've got each other and we won't let that fat, soulless bastard of a waste of human material win. Alright?"
Harry nodded into his chest.
They lay like that for almost an hour before Severus came in. He didn't say anything about Harry being in Draco's bed. He just came and sat on the edge, placing a long-fingered hand on Harry's back. "Remus told me to say goodbye for him. He went to prepare for the full moon. He say's he will be running with you."
"Thanks, Dad." Harry mumbled.
"Come. Let's get some breakfast in you." Severus stood and looked down at them for a few minutes before leaving them to get dressed.
…
Harry stalked through the forest, his breath a cloud in front of his face. Snow littered the ground and he was glad he could float above it. Even with his warm clothes, the end of November cold bit into him. But he was glad to be out here. It had taken a lot of convincing that he was able to come and train with the DA today, but in the end he had prevailed.
Draco hadn't argued. He could understand the need to be busy and forget for just a little while. Severus, however, felt it would be better if he just took it easy. Harry had persisted and finally Severus had caved, however, he was out here somewhere as well so that he'd be nearby if he was needed. Harry had to smile at that. He really was lucky to have a father like Severus.
A spell slammed into him and only his shield saved him from a few broken ribs. He still went flying into a tree. Gasping for breath, Harry lashed out, sending electric power down the spell residue that lingered between him and the attacker. A sharp yelp reached his ears from about twenty feet away to the left. Harry zipped over and stunned the mock Death Eater while he was still down. Power and adrenaline swamped the numb feeling still lingering in his chest. Yes. This was a very good idea.
…
Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, Harry and Draco trained with the DA. At first, the students were clumsy with the Auror's help, but as the days passed, they got better. Harry was subdued and withdrawn, but fighting along side the DA had kept him from sinking with terror. Draco was always at his side, even when he gave Harry space. Severus and Narcissa watched with tired eyes as the hours slipped away and the last age transformation and the end of the spell approached. Dumbledore called Harry and Draco up for a chat Sunday afternoon, but both boys just shrugged when they were asked about it. The Gryffindors and Slytherins didn't know what had happened, but they knew that the spell was ending and Harry might die. They watched and waited and offered support and laughs. Harry and Draco accepted, surrounding themselves in people and hope.
…
(sexual content follows, warning is in effect)
They had a family dinner and Harry allowed their dad to tuck him in. Narcissa stood in the doorway, tight as a bow string and eyes full of tears. Draco and Harry accepted their attention silently with understanding smiles. Finally the door shut and they were alone. The spell would begin returning them to their rightful ages around midnight. Two hours. Harry turned his head and saw that Draco was staring at him with his luminous eyes.
"I love you." Harry said honestly. He floated up and over, landing on the blonde's chest. He looked down into Draco's surprised face and smiled. "I love you, Ray. I'm going to be fine. It'll be hard, but I'll make it. You know I will."
"I know, Baby. I'm just…"
"I know." Harry shushed him and leaned down for a long, slow kiss. He pulled back and smiled tearfully. "You're so beautiful, Draco. You're my strength."
"Enough with the sap." Draco laughed, eyes burning.
Harry laughed back and leaned down for a more urgent kiss. Draco gave him what he wanted happily. They lay entangled, kissing and touching, worshiping. They had been through so much together, grown together. They knew each other better than anyone else could. There didn't need to be words between them. Their bond was so strong that it was tangible.
Draco gently suckled at Harry's neck, causing the smaller teen to arch with a wanton moan. He was so beautiful; wild black hair and burning green eyes. He was so damn strong and yet so fragile. He tastes so sweet. His skin was soft. His laugh was contagious and he radiated power and hope. He was his. Harry was not going anywhere. Draco wouldn't let him.
His hands slid up into his love's wild locks and his mouth claimed the brunette's, his tongue feeling every inch. Harry gave into him and laid limp and hot and moaning deep in his throat. Draco groaned and rolled so that they were on their sides. His hands slipped down, under Harry's shirt. Harry arched into the caress.
"Ray." He breathed when their mouths finally parted. His eyes were shining with tears. "I need you. I need more."
Draco gasped and tore the shirt from his lover's body. Harry smiled and hissed unintelligibly. Draco growled and bent to lick and kiss a nipple. The brunette sucked in a breath, eyes burning, and magic rushed over them like molten sunshine. Draco's hair flared and spread like wings. Harry watched, enthralled as he lost himself in the sensations. Love and trust made him pliable. He wanted this so bad. He wanted to loose his virginity to love. He wanted to know the good before he remembered the bad.
Draco pulled back and watched as Harry opened dazed eyes. "You okay?"
"Y-yeah." Harry whispered. "S-show me more."
Harry was breathing faster, his lips already swollen and red and wet. Draco gulped, not wanting to go too fast, but unable to resist the teen in his arms. This time his lips suckled gently at the pale throat and Harry arched, thrusting his hips into the blonde's, crying out softly in pleasure. Draco almost screamed, the sensation more intense than anything he had felt before, the bond opening so that he felt everything Harry did. He could hardly see straight, but he couldn't stop.
Harry had never felt anything like this, not even during the other times they had messed around, though the time on the roof was close. The heat coursing through his body, the scent and touch of Draco against him; it was awesome, he relished it, gave himself over to the wondrous feelings willingly and completely. He tossed his head from side to side, now undulating against the blonde wantonly, slowly. His eyes burned up at his partner and Draco swallowed down hard on a moan, painfully aroused.
"Oh Merlin, Baby." His voice was hoarse. "You still okay? Want to stop?"
"N-no… Ray..." Harry couldn't say much more than that. Words were almost beyond him.
Draco smiled, licking his lips, his own eyes molten. He settled back on his knees, Harry under him, and reached down to slowly undo his lover's pants. Harry closed his eyes and made a strange little mewling noise, rising up, gently pressing against Draco's hands. The blonde bit his lip hard. Merlin, the sounds his love was making.
Harry lay naked. He was thin. Draco could count all his ribs, but he had wiry muscles that gave him curves and lines that Draco wanted to trace with his tongue. So he did. Harry's eyes flew open and he cried out, hands flying into Draco's silky blonde hair, gripping tight. "Damn, Baby," Draco panted.
He hadn't even picked a sensitive place to start, only the lower rib. But Harry was writhing beneath him, soft sighs lingering on his lips. Draco growled and attacked the bare skin again, the pounding of his heart roaring in his ears. His love encompassed his senses, consumed his mind. Before he knew what was happening, he was naked as well, sweat glistening on every inch of their skin.
"Harry…You sure?"
Harry could only cry out mindlessly in protest that Draco had stopped. It was enough for Draco. He pushed gently in. Harry froze and for a second Draco feared his baby was in pain, but he looked into Harry's eyes and found only need and awe. He closed his eyes and pushed further. His breath stopped in his chest as Harry whimpered and arched, swallowing more of him impatiently. There was no resistance at all. Harry was moaning, chest slick against him from their sweat, arching, accepting him completely. Harry was crying out, clawing at his shoulders, writhing, gasping. Draco was blind with the pleasure, such heat!
They were moving now, dancing, glistening. Draco was no longer blind. Every sense was painfully aware. He could see individual beads of sweat on Harry's throat. Could feel every breath, hot and urgent, against his bare shoulders; could hear Harry's heart racing. And, oh Merlin, Harry reacted to every touch, was open completely, legs spread shamelessly wide. Harry had no control, had thrown it away, and handed it to Draco.
Screaming, Harry arched completely off the ground, sweet cum spilled between their chests. Then he went limp, thrown unconscious by a tidal wave of pleasure too much for him to handle. Draco cried out as the limp body accepted even more of him. He didn't think it was even possible and his body jerked in reaction, slamming deep and hard into his lover. Again and again.
He was mesmerized. Merlin, Draco wanted him, wanted more of him, even as he was being burned alive by Harry's heat. He bit down on Harry's shoulder, drawing blood, marking him, possessing him as he thrust and claimed this succulent body, this paradise. The fire licked at his soul, building and building…
Harry came slowly back to consciousness; rhythmic rocking filled his body and soul. He cried out hoarsely, embracing it. The scent of Draco hit him next; heavy and spicy. He opened his eyes and saw Draco's face above his own, twisted with passion, eyes closed tight. Harry moaned and wrapped himself around him, trying to touch every inch. His legs twined up and around the blonde, moving as Draco arched and rocked. His arms wrapped around his lover's chest, his neck. He couldn't get enough, he screamed, but his voice was hoarse, almost gone. Draco gasped, eyes now wide. He stared into green fire and let go.
An explosion threw him into Harry as he arched back, screaming, ridged as if he had been struck by lightening. He saw stars as the orgasm shook him. It rolled over him and washed down deep into his soul, and it didn't stop. He thought he'd black out, felt himself falling as he began to shake, still gripped mercilessly by ecstasy. Harry held him, still rocked gently against him, making the pleasure last until he couldn't see, couldn't hear, could only feel and it was so overwhelming it was painful.
The curtain of pleasure began to recede and slowly sight came back to his wide, dazed eyes. They were lying still. His head was on Harry's chest, rapidly rising and falling with Harry's panting breaths. The strong heart under his ear was steady, pounding. Harry's arms were still wrapped around him, but the smaller teen's legs had fallen to the ground. Draco lifted his head. It felt like it weighed five hundred pounds.
"Are…you…okay?" He croaked, his voice raw agony in his throat.
Harry opened his mouth, his eyes half-lidded with sated exhaustion, but nothing came out. Looked like he was worse off. Draco smirked. Harry smiled faintly back and then fell into a blissful sleep. Draco groaned. He looked around. The room was a mess. A magical storm had tossed things everywhere. Clothes from the dresser coated the ground like snow. The second bed was bent and the sheets tied in knots. He sunk into Harry's warmth and pulled their blankets up around them, thankfully they had been untouched. With a soft sigh, Draco kissed his dry lips to his baby's cheek and let oblivion claim him.
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Severus sat rigid in his chair at the kitchen table. The sounds from the boys' room had finally fallen silent. Narcissa watched her childhood friend worriedly as the clock struck twelve and a flare of power erupted, signaling the start of the end of the spell. Feeling brave and desperate to break the silence, she spoke up.
"Do you think it wise we allowed them to… consummate their relationship?"
Severus remained still and quiet. Just when Narcissa thought she'd have to ask her question again, he finally spoke. "There could be any number of reactions to what just occurred. Harry could react positively and let the experience teach him the way intercourse is suppose to be and let it help heal the memories when he was Desecrated. Or he could react negatively and let the horror of Desecration overshadow all physical contact, making the memories with Draco just as traumatizing. If that should occur, he will push Draco away and even be afraid of him. This is, of course, assuming he doesn't just die."
"And my son will die with him." Narcissa said grimly. "Maybe not immediately, but he will follow Harry wherever he goes."
Severus lifted his head and stared at her. His eyes were dead, as dead as they were when he had been an active Death Eater. Narcissa flinched and desperately wished Remus were there. But the werewolf wouldn't be back until morning. She felt helpless against that gaze and looked away.
"I'll make tea."
Severus sneered viciously, "Why don't you wait in your bedroom? You'll feel if anything should happen from there."
Narcissa knew that was a demand to be left alone and lowered her head. This was his home and she had no right to impose on him. She set the tea cup she held down and walked gracefully from the kitchen. It was like walking into an invisible wall of magic, but she persisted and slowly got to her bedroom. She didn't remember the magic being so powerful before. She sat stiffly in her bedroom chair, worry pounding with her heat, her hands clasped in her lap as she settled in to wait out the night. For the first time in years, she began to pray. She prayed for the safe return of both of the teenagers. She prayed for everyone who would be devastated by the loss of either one of them.
Chapter end.
