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Chapter 2: Done For

"You're a secret keeper now; you can apparate straight into the house." Harry stated as Draco came through the front door of number 12 Grimmauld Place.

"I've tried, Potter." Draco said through gritted teeth. "The courtyard is as close as I can get." He threw his umbrella into the troll leg in the entryway.

Harry was used to Draco's foul moods by now. He didn't argue, just gave him a warm hug and a kiss. "I'm sorry, honey. I'll call Hermione, and maybe we can fix it."

After the war, Hermione and Harry did a complete make-over of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. With the aid of Molly Weasley, they repaired or replaced everything that had been broken, and replaced all the protective charms over the manor. It was their home for the time being, until they could move into the city. Harry wanted to live in London, to be in the center of the action.

He removed Draco's cloak for him and hung it by the door. "It didn't go well with your parents, then?" Draco shook his head, the muscle in his jaw working. "C'mon, I'll make you some tea." They took the narrow stairs down to the kitchen.

"So what happened?" Harry asked, joining Draco at the table with two steaming mugs.

Draco sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Father wants me to move back in with them while we finish school."

"Why?" He inquired. "We're fine here. They've been by, they know-"

"Yes, they know everything." Draco cut him off, still seething. This was very uncharacteristic of the boy. He was usually able to compartmentalize his feelings, to organize and label every aspect of himself. He rarely stayed angry this long. "He thinks I'm not doing my best because I'm distracted here."

"If this is about your test score, that was entirely my fault." Harry groaned. He had accidentally incinerated Draco's notes as a joke, earning him a failing test score.

Draco rubbed his face again, sighing. "I don't know what the motive is here. I think he just doesn't want to admit that he feels uncomfortable with us living together."

"What about Narcissa?" Harry asked, reaching over the table to take Draco's hand, much like his mother does when comforting him. "Won't she be able to convince him to let you stay with me?"

"I hope so." Draco thought of the first time he had convinced Narcissa Malfoy to protect them from Lucius. The war had just begun, in their sixth year. He was afraid that there would be dire consequences for his father finding out about his relationship with Harry.

"Do you, love this boy?" She had questioned him.

"Yes." Draco answered quietly. There was no doubt in his mind. He loved the bloody git, scars and all. "But it makes me nervous. That dream really made me think. I mean, father is really involved…"

She cut him off. "Your father loves you, more than life itself. You are our only son, Draco. Your safety and happiness is our first priority. You do not know what the dark lord's mission for you did to him. He was so torn up over the thought of you ruining your innocence."

Her words were a surprise. All his life, his father had never shown emotion to Draco. He was always pushed to do his best, to be just like his father. "It's not that necessarily."

Narcissa continued. "The Dark Lord has big plans for you, Draco. He wants you to take over for where your father and I have failed him. I have pleaded with him, to let you at least finish school, to enjoy being young. He is very powerful, my son. More powerful than you can ever imagine."

"How long will you be able to keep us safe?" His voice was a whisper. He did not trust it anymore. She took Draco's hand. They both trembled.

"You know I do not agree with the Dark Lord's plans, and I think I'm winning your father over as well. However, we are not strong enough to keep you hidden forever. If he gets to you, you have to be strong. You cannot let him use you to get the boy; it is not right, not fair."

"Nothing is fair anymore, mother." Tears fell freely now, and Narcissa reached up to wipe them away.

"You have my word that I will keep you safe for as long as possible. Hogwarts is the safest place for you right now. I will start working on plans for summer."

Draco could not find his voice. He nodded feebly.

"I love you, son. If this boy is what you want, I cannot stop you. I just want you to be cautious, and to stay safe." She stood, leaving a few coins for the coffee, and left.

Draco buried his face in his hands, trembling. He knew he had put them all in danger by allowing himself to love this boy. His parents, Harry, his friends, absolutely everyone he could think of, were going to be affected by the end. At last, he managed the courage to pull himself up and make the trek through the snow, back to the castle.

The pair met outside the portrait described in Dumbledore's letter.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen." The young man had a thick Scottish accent, which wasn't surprising by the hat. "What can I do for you?"

"You are now guarding our quarters. The password is honeysuckle." Harry said, wrapping an arm around his lover. He had been stone face the whole time, but Harry noticed he was shaking slightly.

"Of course, lads. Here you are." The portrait swung forward and the boys hurried inside. Dumbledore had given them a room of their own. He claimed using the room of requirement was unfair to the other students who might need it for other reasons. The room was elegantly decorated in both of their houses' colors. An elegant four poster bed stood in the center of the room, with a small table and chairs next to a large fireplace. The opposite wall held a large chest of drawers. On top of it stood a plain black bottle. Harry stepped to it and picked it up.

"Pjur silicone lubricant" He read aloud. Underneath it was a note carrying Hermione's neat scrawl. "Fecal incontinence due to weakened involuntary sphincter muscles, avoid if at all possible."

"Someone's done their homework." Draco joked as he joined Harry by the dresser. He opened the top drawer. He pulled out a blindfold and a pair of matching leather handcuffs.

"That man is scarily wise." He chuckled. "It's slightly embarrassing."

"I'll say." Harry blushed, once again remembering the headmaster's words. "Let's try them out, shall we?" He pulled Draco to him for a long kiss.

Draco sighed. "Harry," He began. The tears started again.

"Oh no, what happened?" He led the boy to the bed, relieving him of his heavy cloak and shoes. He removed his own and climbed onto the bed to hold his lover. "Tell me what your mother said."

"I told her everything. She was very understanding. She told me that father will understand, and he wants to keep me safe at all costs. She is frightened, though." A fresh stream of tears started down the blonde's cheeks.

"Draco, what is she frightened about?" He urged him to go on. "I need to know how I can help keep us safe."

"She told me the Dark Lord has big plans for my family, for me. He wants me to take up where she and my father have failed him. He is very powerful, Harry."

"I am aware." He said solemnly, Harry brushed the tears from his face. "Go on."

"I am forbidden to speak of his plans. But I just know I'm putting everyone in danger by loving you."

His last sentence startled Harry in many ways. "Draco, it's surely not your fault. Voldemort has been after me since the day I was born." He laughed dryly. "I am the chosen one, you know."

"You git, He will certainly try to use me to get to you! She is not confident she can hide me from him forever. We are no match for him." Draco began to sob.

"It's going to be okay, Draco." He pulled him closer.

"No, it won't." He croaked.

"Okay, no it won't." He kissed the silk-like blond hair. "No one knows how this will all turn out. We're safe here for now. And after that, we can start to make a plan."

"I'm so scared, Harry." He mumbled into his neck.

"I know, honey. We all are." He placed two fingers under Draco's chin and forced him to look him in the eyes. "Draco, I love you. I want to be with you. I also want to keep you, and everyone else, safe as possible. The war is coming, and I need to contain as much collateral damage as possible. I need to know how to help you."

"You can't." He sighed heavily, as if he was holding his breath. "There's no way out. He's got his sights on me, and it's only a matter of time." He hung his head, ashamed. He had known for a while that being a part of Voldemort's army was no life he wanted for himself, but he did not feel strong enough to stand against him.

"Dumbledore has a plan. He thinks he knows how I can win this. He's going to work on it, and we're going to work on being safe, ok?"

Draco nodded. "I love you, Harry."

"I love you too." He kissed him, pouring all his love, his courage, and his hope into the gesture. He tasted the salty tears and wished them away.

"Draco Malfoy, you have turned my world on its head." He held his face in both of his hands. "I know we don't have forever, but I would love to just wish the world away and enjoy you for as long as I can." He lay back on the pillows, pulling the blond down with him. "I want to make love to you." He kissed him again, willing his strength into his lover. "I need to feel you inside me again. I can't get enough of you, Draco."

His words seemed to work. Draco kissed back more passionately, fumbling with the zipper of Harry's hooded sweatshirt. He pulled it off, along with his shirt. Draco kissed the creamy skin. He nibbled and sucked at the pink nipples.

"Oh, that's it honey. I love it when you do that."

Draco kissed and licked at his soft skin, mapping every scar and freckle. He paused at the waistband of his jeans. "Tell me again what you want." His voice was low, a sexy growl.

"I want you to fuck me, Draco. I want you to fuck my ass until it's raw."

"Ooh, such dirty words from a pretty mouth." Draco's cock had jumped at Harry's words. He climbed off of him, eliciting a sigh of protest. He grabbed the bottle of lube from the dresser and headed back to the bed.

"Stop there." Harry commanded. "Strip for me, Draco."

He did as he was told, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall to the ground. He pulled his belt off incredibly slow, turning away from Harry as he let his trousers join his shirt.

"So sexy," Harry growled.

"Is this what you want?" Draco pulled his shorts down to expose his cock. He stroked it slowly.

"Oh god, yes Draco." Harry moaned his name. He had pulled his own clothes off and was stroking himself. The blond pulled his shorts the rest of the way off and climbed onto the bed with his lover.

"Over," He commanded hoarsely. Harry did as he was told, getting up onto his knees. Draco nudged his legs open and settled between them. He unscrewed the cap on the bottle of lube and poured some down Harry's ass crack. He watched it slide down his crack, over his balls, and down his thighs. He caught the first drip down his leg and traced it back up to his hole. He pushed inside, the tight warmth only improved by the addition of Hermione's lube. With the other hand, he spread it over his cock, matching his stroke to the rhythm of his fingers.

"Oh god Draco, that's amazing." He pushed back against his fingers, fucking himself onto the blonde's hand.

Draco smeared more lube on his cock and positioned himself behind his lover. "Are you ready for me, baby?" Harry replied by trying to push back onto his cock. He held his hips steady and pushed in, painfully slow.

Harry whimpered. He wanted, needed more. Draco continued slowly, torturing the Gryffindor. He held him too tight to allow him to rock back against him. "Draco, please" He moaned. He was, once again, a quivering mess. But he loved it. Draco was brilliant, and he never wanted it to end.

"Please, what?" Draco teased, just as he had done. "What is it that you want?" He stopped moving altogether, absolutely loving what he was able to do to him.

Harry whimpered again. "More, Draco. I need you." He pleaded. "Please."

"As you wish, my prince." Draco pulled out, and slammed back into him. Still gripping his hips, he buried himself deep in the boy, again and again.

"Ah, fuck!" Harry rocked back to meet each thrust. "Oh god, just like that, Draco" He yelled when he brushed that spot inside him.

Harry was not prepared for Draco's hand coming down hard on his ass. It made him jump, cock twitching delightfully. He moaned, wishing him to do it again. "Oh god. Again, please." And Draco obliged him, smacking the other cheek just a hard.

"Oh you like that, don't you?" Harry nodded, rocking back against him. He knew exactly what would bring him over the edge. With one hand, he grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged. The other hand wrapped around his leaking cock. "Come for me, you dirty little slut." He tugged, pumped, and fucked him simultaneously. The sensation was too much. With a hoarse scream, Harry came into Draco's hand, bringing him over the edge with him. Draco filled him, and they both collapsed onto the pillows.

Spent, Draco kissed his neck, leading a trail down his spine and back up, tasting the salty sweat. "I love you." He whispered. He slipped out of him and reached for his wand to clean them up.

Back at Grimmauld Place, Draco's eyes filled with tears. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, had stolen his heart. Part of him wanted it back, to return to being the cold, detached, mentally stable Malfoy heir. But the rest of him needed this boy, yearned for his love. He was done for, and he loved it.

"What are you thinking about?" Harry asked him, seeing his expression change.

"Remember when I first told my mother about us? When I was afraid the whole world would end because I was in love with you?" He smiled.

"I sure do," Harry smiled back. "We were so scared."

"But we made it,"

"Yes we did, Draco." Harry pulled him to his feet, kissing him sweetly. "And we'll do it again, I promise."

Ok, so do you get the whole flashback idea? Is it too much?