The Snake God Pt. 5

He turned around for the last glimpse of daylight he'd get for a while, and sighed.

Kingsley Shacklebolt lead him to a cell in the rapists' corner of Azkaban, shaking his head with a hard frown on his face. " I never thought you would go so wrong, Harry. Raping a little kid...it's horrible."

Harry ground his teeth to keep from defending himself. The people who already knew were of the most importance, so there wasn't any need to plead his innocence on deaf ears. He let Kingsley throw him into his cell with barely a whimper, waiting to flip him the bird until he walked away. He slumped on the cot in his cell, staring dully at the cement wall across from him.

His mind drifted to Draco and he sighed again, wondering how long it'd take to free him the legal way. It wasn't a question of whether or not the Malfoys could, it was a question of the time between then and now.

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Draco threw a vase at the wall across from him, waiting for his house elf to repair it and hand it back to him before he threw it again."How long will it take, Father? I want Harry back NOW!"

Lucius sighed with irritation."You have made me very aware of that by now, Draco. I am contacting everyone, looking through everything, going to absolutely the ends of the earth to free him. Alright?"

Draco nodded sadly."I know, Father, but I miss him." He slumped on the sofa near his father's desk in his office and buried his head in his hands."Why the fuck can't Dumbledore just leave him alone?"

Lucius sat next to him with an open record book in his lap, reading glasses falling down on his nose as he gave Draco a slightly reassuring smile."Son, we're going to get him out, so don't worry. For what it's worth, I'm sure he misses you as much as you miss him."

Draco nodded again and stood to leave the room."Thanks, Father." He walked the halls of Malfoy Manor until he reached his personal bathroom. Once inside, he waved his wand to start soft music playing, stripped of his clothes and stepped in the shower.

He washed himself reverently, inhaling the spicy scent and wishing it were Harry he was smelling instead of the stupid shower gel. The thoughts of Harry lead him to their encounter in the library, and without knowing it, he dropped the sponge to the marble floor of the shower and wrapped his hand around his half-hard cock, images of a flushed, aroused, sexy Harry flying through his mind. He worked himself, pausing to tweak his nipples or bite his fingers, until he was coming, Harry's name flying from his lips.

He took a moment to recover, panting for breath as the hot water washed away the evidence of his pleasure. He finished his shower in a relatively short time, then donning his white silk robe, after brushing his teeth and combing his hair, he left to dress in his bedroom.

He ran his hands down his black silk pajamas, loving the material of them as always, and got into bed, too exhausted to think of Harry any more tonight.

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A week had passed and Harry was still confined to the colorless cell. The tears were becoming harder to resist and with the help of the dementor in the hall of the rapists' block, he had lost hope of leaving the horrible place.

He lay on his cot, his clothes ragged and dirty, his hair a limp mass long enough to hide his dull, almost gray-green eyes, his sunken and soiled face, face blank and thoughtless, curled in on himself in a feeble attempt to defend himself against the dementors.

Suddenly, somewhere in the back of his dazed and depressed mind, he heard a commotion on his cellblock. He sat up slowly and peered out of the bars.

Two blond men were trying to force their way past the guarding Auror, but Kingsley wouldn't have it. "Sirs, I must ask you to leave. The convicts aren't allowed visitors at this time."

The younger, prettier one glared at the man."We aren't here to visit, Shacklebolt. Harry has been acquitted of all charges and released, and we are here to take him away from this hateful tomb. Now, move out of our way, or I have authority to hex you, as given by Judge Bones."

The older of the two smiled proudly at him for some reason, as Kingsley stepped aside. For some odd reason, the beautiful young man made his way to his cell.

He blinked as both men stared at him in horror."Oh, Harry what have they done to you? You look horrible."

Harry was too numb to be offended, but hearing the concern in his voice triggered something in his memory and he stared at the blonde with a new understanding."Draco?"

The older blonde...Luc..Lucius was his name...opened the door to his cell and helped him from it. Harry wasn't sad to be leaving, but his heart wrenched as he realized Draco seemed to be trying incredibly hard not to cry. He tried to smile at him, but he was too exhausted from the effort of talking to do much more than lift a lip.

He was put into a nice car and Draco sat next to him, his head in his hands, biting his lip and closing his eyes every while to keep the tears at bay.

Lucius opened a black wooden box and stared at him, whispering a few Latin phrases, and he could feel his memories moving back to their rightful places in his consciousness.

Immediately, he realized just why Draco was so upset, and with effort, he threw himself into the blonde's arms and buried his head in his chest."I was so scared, Draco, so afraid you had failed, that I would be in there forever, that I'd never see you again...I missed you so badly..."

He felt a trickle of wetness in his hair as Draco finally broke."I missed you too, Harry, so much. You have no idea how happy I am to have you back with me."

They held each other and cried all the way back to the Manor. Draco helped Harry from the car with gentle hands, kissing his forehead and praising the gods that his lover had finally come home.

After a long, hot shower and a mountainous feast, Harry was back to his self again, laughing and joking as though he hadn't just come from the most frightening place in England.

After Lucius had gone to bed, bidding them goodnight with a smile, the two boys made their way to Draco's bed.

As he'd done all day, he pampered Harry, dressing him in gorgeous green silk pajamas and styling his hair with a wet comb, as Harry moaned and whimpered at the scalp massage.

When Harry had been worked into a mindless puddle by Draco's talented hands, he carried his exhausted lover to bed with strong arms and laid him in the bed, then slid in next to him, holding him gently around the waist, Harry's head tucked under his chin.

He kissed Harry's head softly and whispered, "Go to sleep, love. You're with me now, nothing can hurt you here."

Harry sighed and snuggled in further, listening as Draco hummed him to sleep, until both of their breathing was deep and even, eyes closed in peaceful slumber.