You Jump, I jump

Written by StrawberryGirl87

Hogwarts no longer feels like home, it is time to move on but Harry has nowhere else to go. Standing on the precipice of uncertainty he finds a helping hand from the most unlikely of people. Someone who is willing to stand by his side when things seem bleak.

Chapter Fourteen

It took a while for Harry to realise where he was when he awoke the next morning and it took him a while to recall what had happened the day before. Slowly his eyes and sleep addled mind adjusted and he realised that he was in a beautiful castle in Wales and the warmth he felt was Draco Malfoy cuddling up to him in bed. It hadn't been a dream, the passionate kiss at Privet Drive and what they had shared had been real. The blanket was now strewn across their half-naked bodies, having been kicking off in sleep, the fire still crackling merrily in the hearth, heating the room.

If the prospect of the horrible day ahead of them hadn't shattered the illusion of calm contentment then Harry might have quite happily lay in this exact position for the remained of the day, languishing in the perfection of the moment. However they had something important to do, something that meant a great deal to both of them. No matter how peaceful simply being together in such a beautiful secluded location was, they couldn't miss the importance of today.

Draco stirred next to him, Harry watched him fondly as a smile appeared on the blonde's handsome face as he stretched out, his movements graceful and cat like. Once done he curled up around Harry, snuggling into bed mate, placing soft kisses upon his neck, "Morning," Draco murmured sleepily.

"Morning," Harry returned somewhat distractedly, his mind was already in overdrive, thinking of the day ahead of them. Severus Snape's funeral. No amount of butterfly kisses upon his skin could distract him from that thought.

"You okay love?" Draco said, propping himself up on his elbow as he sensed the uneven mood coming from his …. Whatever Harry was to him, Draco couldn't be sure now. They were certainly more than friends and companions but he couldn't be sure if they were boyfriends, lovers or partners? It was a conversation that they needed to have but now was not the time.

"Just thinking," Harry responded, his hand reaching up to stroke Draco's soft, floppy blonde hair that had fallen forward into his eyes.

"About what?" Draco asked, closing his eyes and relishing the touch that Harry's hand gave him. He wanted nothing more in that instant than to lean forward and to claim his lips in a tender kiss and to ravish the half-naked Gryffindor into a state of oblivion where he could forget all of his concerns and worries.

"Today," Harry responded quietly, looking up at Draco and meeting his swirling molten eyes. Harry only wished he had noticed how expressive they were when they had been school boys together. Maybe then he would have seen the scared little child behind the malice that had just been a shield to protect himself from heartache.

"What about today?" Draco asked as he lazily began to trace the faint scars that littered Harry's torso with the pads of his fingers, ghosting gently over erect nipples making Harry's breath catch in his throat at the intimate touch.

"I hate funerals … saying goodbye … it always seems so permanent," Harry admitted as Draco continued to tease him with gentle tickling touches across his chest.

"It'll be alright Harry, when it's over we can come back here, just spend a few days and not do anything if you like." Draco suggested, however he had a pretty good idea that they wouldn't exactly be doing nothing if they shut themselves in the bedroom for a few days. Last night Draco had seen Harry come into his own and take charge of their heated make out session, taking it further than he thought they'd go on their first night. Harry had taken control of the intimacy they were sharing and given him an intensely earth shattering orgasm. Draco couldn't wait to repeat that again and return the favour.

"I like that idea, it's been an overwhelming few days. I think that taking some time to regroup would be nice as long as we're doing it together," Harry said leaning up and placing his lips upon Draco's. Holding the embrace and savouring the touch. The kiss deepened as tongues tentatively asked for entrance which was more than willingly given, Draco pushing Harry back on the bed so that they were lying with the Slytherin halfway on top of Harry.

Their legs becoming intertwined and hands running over one another's bare skin, completely addicted to each other. Their bodies jumping to attention at the contact between them and the feverish kisses they shared where tongues collided, stroking and devouring.

"We should get ready …" Draco said as he broke the kiss, tearing himself away from Harry being one of the hardest things to do. They were still so close, breathing heavily from the embrace, their bodies raging with desire, hands still lingering in places that wouldn't have been considered decent in a public setting.

"Yes," Harry agreed, but neither of them moved, they clung to one another with avid desperation. Letting go didn't appear to be an option for either of them. Harry leaned up from his position under the blodne, bumping his nose against Draco's gently, seeking another kiss.

"Harry …" Draco said, his voice the ghost of a whisper. "If we keep going … I'm not sure I'll be able to stop …"

"Do we have time …" Harry asked as he placed soft kisses upon Draco's jaw, savouring his sweet vanilla scent that lingered on his skin.

"No love," Draco gasped as Harry began to nibble at the nape of his neck. "I want our first time, your first time to be special, something you'll always remember. I want you to be sure that you're ready."

"I'm sure that I want you," Harry replied as he lifted his head up to look at his partner, wanting him to know how true his words were.

"Tonight then," Draco replied with a soft smile.

"Tonight," Harry agreed.

HPDM

Together they apperated to a small wizarding graveyard on the outskirts of London, it was close to where Severus had had a residence, Draco recognised the area at once having visited as a child with his parents. It felt a little disconcerting being here for this reason and to have Harry under his invisibility cloak and yet still to be holding his hand even stranger still. He had lengthened his hair magically so that it reached shoulder length and partially covered his face. It was a poor attempt at concealing his identity but somehow it had felt wrong to be going to Severus' funeral as anything other than himself.

Both wizards were dressed in heavy black robes as a sign of respect for the deceased man they had come to pay their respects to, just like everyone else in attendance. There weren't many people. A few of the surviving Hogwarts professors but very few others had bothered to come and say goodbye. Harry felt saddened that so few people were here. Severus Snape had been a great man and ultimately he had died for love. Harry vowed that when he went back to the wizarding world he would make it his mission to clear his name and make sure everyone knew the kind and brave man that Severus had hidden behind an icy and seemingly uncaring exterior.

Both Harry and Draco were nervous as they joined the mourners who were there to pay tribute to the brave and complicated man that they had known. Pointedly ignoring everyone else Draco allowed Harry to lead him subtly over to where Hermione stood alone, away from the rest of the crowd. Of course she recognised the Slytherin instantly and didn't need the whispered 'thank you for this' from Harry in her ear to know that he too had come.

"Don't thank me yet," Hermione said with a grimace. "I have other reasons for letting you know about Severus' funeral," She said quietly so no one else could overhear them.

"What do you mean?" Draco asked with concern, feeling Harry's grip tighten around his hand protectively.

"Ministry officials will be arriving any minute to arrest you Draco, they caught your mother yesterday as she tried to flee to France, something they are taking as a sign of guilt. They're charging you both with war crimes against the wizarding community and also with the suspected involvement of the kidnapping and disappearance of Harry." She said quickly realising that they had very little time before the Auror's arrived.

"We have to go!" Harry said in a rush, not wanting to see Draco arrested for something that he didn't do. He tried to pull him away but Draco resisted, shaking his head.

"I can't go Harry, they have my mother," He said sadly, "And I can't run for the rest of my life and I wouldn't ask you to suffer that with me. I have to let them take me." He said with resigned sadness.

"They'll arrest you, take you to Azkaban," Harry said in a panic, unable to think about Draco ending up there after everything he had been through and everything that they had shared. Harry wasn't ready to lose him, he didn't think he would ever be able to let him go.

"I know," Draco said wanting to kiss Harry so desperately but knowing that he couldn't, not without giving away where he was and that he was here. He would never betray him in that way.

"I'll come for you," Harry said as he saw two large and burly Auror's appear not two metres away, "I'll come for both of you," He promised, taking Draco in his arms and holding him. "I'm not letting you go."

"I know," Draco whispered to him gently, "I love you," He said but Harry had no time to respond to him. The Auror's, fearful that Draco would try and flee from them had charged. It had been close as to whether they would collide with Harry as they'd rushed forward to grab hold of him.

Hermione watched with tears in her eyes as Draco was seized by the Auror's and apperated away in the blink of an eye. She could feel Harry's presence by her side and hear him crying beneath his cloak. "Why didn't you just reveal yourself, why couldn't you stop them?" She asked silently, not understanding.

"Because they're obviously determined to charge them with something, to arrest him at a funeral is low even for Ministry standards. If I had revealed myself here then they could have said I was under the Imperious curse or made up some of reason or excuse. I need to walk into the Ministry under my own steam and go to that trial tomorrow. What's more you and Ron are going to be coming with me." Harry said with determination, wiping the tears away. He was going to get his Draco back no matter what.

"How is that going to help?" She asked knowing that Ron might not be agreeable to the plan. He was still rather distrusting of Draco's motives.

"I need them to see that my friends are still standing by me. I won't have them question the validity of my word when I speak in the defence of the Malfoy's," Harry explained.

"We'll be there for you Harry, whatever you need," She said and it wasn't for the first time that she realised how much Harry cared for Draco. Listening to their whispered words before he had been taken away made the decision to help an easy one. She just hoped that it would be enough and that Ron would agree to help as well. He hadn't wanted to come today, despite knowing that Snape had been a good man.

"Thank you," Harry said quietly, turning back to listen as Severus Tobias Snape was remembered, saddened by the fact that Draco couldn't be here as well. He felt as if he were breaking without Draco by his side, just knowing that he was being taken to Azkaban was horror enough. It was a place that sent chills down his spine and put fear in his heart. He needed Draco, without him he wasn't going to survive.