***This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.***
Warnings: Coarse Language/ Sexual Content(HP/GW)/ Dubious Consent *** This could almost qualify as Non-Con, I think it really depends on how you view it; so, I'm posting this warning with both disclaimers. If this kind of things make you squeamish, you may want to step away now.***
Harry sat staring into the crackling flames, his chill long since passed, and replayed the events of his day for what felt like the thousandth time.
He and Draco had been training out in a field in Wiltshire. They had been studying the natural magics found in the earth itself, as well as the spiritual flow of the human body and chakras. Their findings had been astounding to say the least. The effects ordinary muggles were able to produce on their surroundings and even in themselves with the ancient wiccan practices and meditations and mantras was mind blowing; but combined with the natural magical abilities of witches and wizards, the results were nothing short of miraculous. But because these practices were muggle, they weren't taught in any wizarding curricula. It had taken them months of research to find any kind of documentation of the links between the ancient muggle practices and religions and the wizarding world, but after a bit of digging and a few trips to less reputable parts of wizarding societies all across Europe and Asia, they were able to find what they needed to begin their study in earnest. They had begun their own practice -or training, as they told everyone else- less than a year ago, and already Harry's magical abilities had far surpassed either of their expectations.
He could cast nearly any spell wandlessly and wordlessly with little to no fatigue; and there were things he could simply do without having to call any particular spell or incantation to mind; though Draco was the only one who knew this. He was able to see and feel the magic surrounding him at all times, something that had been very tiring in the beginning. But as Draco taught him the chants and meditation techniques, he became more relaxed; no longer feeling like he was constantly having to keep his guard up to ward off the foreign magics, but was able instead to accept them as a part of himself and move with them. It was exhilarating, and calming; slightly chaotic and yet peaceful all at once. Harry felt he showed greater progress when he was outside; in an open field, in the forest, by a lakeside, or the sea; but he was at his absolute best when he was with Draco.
Draco helped him focus; helped center and ground him. The first time he levitated had been because Draco was with him, helping him guide those forces through his body and into the earth. His thoughts drifted back to earlier that day; Draco had been sitting in front of him, his legs crossed in the snow.
"Do you feel it, the difference?" he had asked as he pressed his hand over Harry's heart. "Feel your magic, your heat, your energy. Focus on that… what do you see?"
Harry took a deep breath, his eyes closed, exhaling slowly through his nose. "Steam." he whispered.
"Alright. Now I want you to concentrate on that steam; feel the heat, feel it expanding and contracting inside you, breath with it."
Harry nodded his head, breathing in slowly.
"Now I want you to focus here." Draco said, moving his other hand around Harry's back and pressing his palm to the base of his spine. "I want you to push that steam through your body and settle it here."
Harry nodded once more, his breathing evening further as he felt the warmth spread through him to settle where Draco's hand still pressed firmly into his back. He could feel the warmth from the other boy's skin, he could feel Draco's magic; it called to his own and the warmth inside him seemed to expand. He could feel it at the top of his skull, like a cup filled with too much water; he felt as though he had been filled to the brim, the steam solidifying into a hot spring, running over his shoulders and into the ground.
"Harry… look." Draco whispered against his ear. Harry opened his eyes and was met with Draco's own silver gaze boring into his own. "Look down." he whispered.
There, shooting up from the earth beneath them, was a patch of lush, green grass; the snow continued to fall around them, landing on the warm blades and melting into cool, clear droplets of water.
Harry looked back at Draco, his grin so wide it hurt. The blond stared back at him, his hand still pressed firmly over his heart. "When that coward finally decides to show his face, he'll wish he had never been born." he said softly. "Life wins."
Harry's smile softened as he reached up and placed his hand over Draco's. "Love wins." he said firmly.
A knock at the door pulled him from his musings; he stared at the blade of grass twirling absently between his fingers. "Love wins." he whispered.
The knocking sounded again. "Harry?" Ginny called from the other side.
Harry sighed, throwing the tiny blade into the fire and waving a hand toward the door; "It's open, Gin." he called.
~*~
Ginny stood inside the door, a tea service hovering a few feet ahead of her. "Thought you could use a little something to relax." she smiled.
"You have no idea." Harry said tiredly as he took the tray. "Bed or sofa?"
"Like you even have to ask." Ginny said, rolling her eyes.
"Thank Merlin for that." He said as he settled himself on the bed. He made Ginny's cup before pouring his own. "Thanks for this, Gin; you're an angel." he smiled as he kissed the top of her head.
"Only for you Harry." she winked. "So, what were you out doing with Malfoy that took all day long?"
"Just training." Harry said as he sipped his tea. "Time just got away from us; you know how it is." he shrugged.
Ginny nodded. "Still, I don't see why you had to go with Malfoy. I thought you had been training with Ron."
"I was; I am… it's just, this wasn't really something Ron's very … proficient in, I guess you could say. Ron's an amazing dueler, a great sparing partner, he rivals Charlie even in hand to hand; something Draco is absolutely pants at, and if you tell Draco I said that I'll kill you. But when it comes to ancient magic and spell work…"
"You mean the Dark Arts."
"No, I mean ancient magic and spell work." Harry said sternly. "This isn't a popularity contest Gin; it's about learning what we need to know to win. We all have our strong suits; what Draco and I were working on is his… period."
Ginny shrugged. "I just don't think you should be spending so much time away from the house alone with Malfoy is all."
"And why is that?" Harry asked conversationally.
"Well, let's see," she said, ticking off reasons on her fingers as she spoke. "He leaves for days at a time, no one knows where he's going, no one goes with him to verify he is where he said he would be, and, oh yeah, his father is Voldemort's second in command! For all we know he could be spying for the Death Eaters; and with the two of you going off without giving anyone any details it would be the perfect opportunity for him to turn you over or send you into an ambush! At the very least, he knows your weaknesses and your strengths; he could be feeding that information straight to Voldemort himself!"
Harry waited for a moment, continuing to sip his tea. "Are you finished?" he asked calmly.
Ginny looked confused for a second, then nodded.
"First of all," he began without preamble, "Do you have any idea how paranoid you sound? Second, Voldemort doesn't have second or third or fourth in command; there's him and there's everybody else. He may act like he trusts some of them more than others, but he doesn't give a damn about any of them. Third, Draco leaves to find research material and potion ingredients which can sometimes lead him to dangerous places where he doesn't feel comfortable risking someone else's life for what may turn out to be a fruitless venture. Fourth, I know where he's going because he tells me, and I trust him." Harry said. "What is it going to take for you to do the same?"
"He's a Malfoy, Harry." Ginny said finally, as though that were explanation enough.
"His name is Draco, Gin."
Ginny shook her head. "I hope, for your sake, you're right about him." she smiled sadly.
"I know I am." Harry said. "I just hope you figure it out before it's too late."
They dropped into a comfortable silence, each agreeing to leave the subject for the time being as they finished their tea.
"So tell me, is my brother treating you well?" Ginny asked after a while.
Harry smiled as he leaned back against the headboard. "I have no complaints."
"That doesn't sound like a glowing declaration of love and devotion; and if the sex is as good as it was the last time you two broke your silencing charm, you ought to be singing his praises." she grinned. "Trouble in paradise?"
"Okay, that happened one time," Harry blushed, "and it was over a year ago!"
"Oh, that night is burned into my memory darling; the things I heard… 'Oh Charlie, oh fuck me harder big boy…'"
"Oh shut it, Gin!" Harry laughed as he buried his face in his hands. "I can't believe you remember that… and no, there is no 'trouble in paradise' as you put it; everything's fine."
"Good; because you know, if things ever were to turn sour between the two of you, there's always another Weasly waiting in the wings." she winked.
"You mean… Ron's gay?" Harry stage whispered.
"You're a prick, you know that?" Ginny said as she punched him in the shoulder.
"Language darling, language." Harry tutted; his smile faltered when he felt Ginny's hand rest on his thigh. "Gin…"
"It's just that, you know how I feel about you." she whispered. "We never even tried…you know, to see where things could have gone between us."
"Gin… Ginny look at me." Harry said, taking her chin in his hand. "I love you; and I'm not going to give you that 'you're like a sister to me' bullshit because you're not, you're my friend. You're beautiful, you're intelligent, you're funny, you're incredibly strong… you're amazing anyway you look at it. But I'm gay, Gin; that's not going to change any time soon. And I am very much in love with a wonderful man, and that's not going to change either."
"I know…" Ginny whispered as she wiped at her eyes. "I'm sorry... fucking hormones." she smiled. "I'm happy for you."
"Thank you, Gin." Harry smiled back at her.
"Well… you know if you're ever feeling adventurous, there's always those strap-on thingy's." she grinned.
"Ah… Gin…" Harry groaned. "That's just… ah, Christ… that's revolting!"
"Revolting? Way to kick a girl when she's down Har; I was only trying to lighten the mood." Ginny laughed.
"Not you… the mental image. Jesus… I'm going to need therapy after that one." he said as he joined in, laughing as well.
They sat staring at one another as their laughter died down. "I do love you, Gin." Harry finally said as he pressed a hand to her cheek. "And one day, you'll find someone who loves you more than I do… and who'll want to touch your vagina." he gagged, making Ginny giggle. He smiled as he leaned in to place a kiss on her cheek, but she turned her head at the last second and his lips grazed hers before he could pull away, smiling awkwardly.
His eyes widened as she placed her hand back on his thigh and squeezed gently as she leaned forward, her lips hovering over his; but his surprise wasn't at her movements, it was at his bodies' reaction to them.
He gasped as he felt her warm hand press against his clothed erection, shocked not only by her boldness, but at the fact that he was actually hard. He tried to move his arms, to push her away; to open his mouth and tell her to stop, to leave, but his body simply would not comply. He wanted to scream as he felt her tongue against his lips, as he felt his arms wrap around her waist and pull her tight against himself, as he flipped her onto her back and pressed his lips against hers forcefully; he moaned instead.
He closed his eyes, trying to think of something, anything to stop himself. Ginny was moaning and writhing beneath him, tearing at his clothes while she ravished his mouth. This was wrong; he felt as though he were trapped inside his own head, watching his body act of its own accord. He wracked his brain, trying to figure out what was happening to him, when suddenly he understood; the tea.
Ginny had drugged him.
And with that, he felt his mind going dim, as though someone were dousing the lights one by one until he was left in the dark. The last thing he heard was Ginny's pleasured moan as he thrust inside her.
Author's Note: I'm not a fan of Non-Con personally, so this is the closest my writing will ever come to that kind of subject matter; just so you all know. But hopefully, the warning at the beginning was satisfactory; I really wasn't sure how to properly categorize this one. Anyway, the story's moving along. I hope you're all enjoying the read as much as I'm enjoying writing it. Thanks for sticking with me and please, please, please, I'll love you forever if you... REVIEW! : )
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