AHHH! I'm so sorry I haven't been able to update! I had no internet for over a week! I'm back, I have not abandoned you, I swear! In fact, I'm almost done the third 'book'. I'm not sure about a fourth b/c id I do it will be very short and more about the children
I have also started a Sealin story, it's interesting to say the least. I'll keep you posted on that too.
I apologize to my Beta for not uploading this to her first, I figured you'd forgive me since I'm uploading this story on here.
So yea, without further a due, here is the next chapter . . .
Rating: R
Warnings: Course language, anal, Male/Male, and Male/Female pairings, Rimming, Oral sex, Sexual situations in uncomfortable settings, Spoilers to Harry Potter books and movies, Drug use (Fred and George's potions not like, weed :S) incest, rape, violence, use of alcohol, character death and possibly more later.
Parings: DOMINANT/SUBMISSIVE Draco/Harry, Seamus/Colin, Ron/Hermione, Dean/Ginny, Harry/Ginny, Draco/Astoria, Blaise/Pansy, Luna/Neville, Charlie/Anasks, Noah/Dennis, Phoenix/Alexis, Danny/George, Bill/Fleur, Arthur/Molly, Seamus/Alex and possibly more later.
. . . Story Begins. . .
Draco hadn't gone to see Harry the following day, or any day that week. He had been rather busy, running errands for his mother and bending over to get back on the Dark Lord's side. Nott was right that night. If Harry asked, he'd stay. If he asked he would switch sides. Hell if Harry told him to get out of his life he would.
"Draco?" The blonde boy turned and locked eyes with a black haired woman.
"Yes Aunt Bella?" She hugged him and stepped back, a calculating look on her face as she looked him up and down.
"What's wrong?"
"Pardon?" he asked surprised. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.
"You're getting paler Draco, and thinner. Not to mention your hairs a mess and your shirt isn't buttoned properly." He looked at her in confusion and then glanced down. Sure enough he missed a button.
"I've been distracted." He mumbled undoing the necessary buttons and fixing his shirt.
"I figured that much out on my own. It's about a relationship isn't it?" His head snapped up causing a slight bit of whiplash. "Oooh! It is isn't it! Is it about Astoria?" Draco's face screwed up in one of disgust. "No? Hmm, is it that Parkinson girl perhaps?"
"No. It's nothing." He turned and felt the wand on the back of his neck. He closed his eyes and sighed.
"Don't lie to me. Who is she?"
"I'm not lying." She walked around and faced him. His eyes opened and he glared at her. Her eyes widened.
"It's not a girl." He paled. Her ear piercing laugh rang off the manor walls and he clenched his jaw, forcing no emotions to show. "Drakey's a pouf! I shoulda known."
"Leave me alone Aunt Bella." He went to push past her.
"Ah, ah, ah!" She said wagging a finger, wand still raised. "Who is he Draco? Is that where you've been sneaking off to lately?"
"No I've been running errands." She smirked.
"What's today's errand?"
"I don't have any yet." He raised his brow at her, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Then why are you headed to the chimney? Where are you going to floo to?" He glared.
"Perhaps I was walking past it to the washroom." She gave him a disappointed look.
"I said not to lie to me Draco." He growled at her. "Who is he?" Her voice was harsh.
"None of your damn business." Her brows shot up.
"Really?" Bella said with a smirk. His eyes hardened. "No matter, I'll make you scream it." Grey eyes widened just before his body was overcome with white hot pain. He screamed and she smirked, a small crowd forming. "Who is he?" He yelled again, voice cracking. "TELL ME!"
"Harry!" the pain stopped and he panted, sweat gathered along his body, eyes screwed shut. His cheeks were wet and he felt ill.
"Harry? As in Harry Potter?" He kept his eyes closed and clenched his jaw. "Draco? As in Harry Potter?" Her wand rose.
"Yes." She lowered it. He opened his eyes and froze. In the distance he could see his father's nervous face and his mother looking away. Crabbe Sr. And Jr. Were there along with Theodore Nott, Alecto and Amycus Carrow, Fenrir Greyback, Severus Snape and Voldemort himself. He squeezed his eyes shut and his breath hitched. Now what?
"Perhaps young Mr. Malfoy, you needed a harsher punishment than you received."
"No!" Red eyes widened and he spun around, cold grey eyes glaring at him. "You will not touch my son!"
"What did you say?"
"Narcissa, please." She turned hard eyes to her husband.
"No." Her head snapped back to the dark lord. "Don't you touch him. He's been punished enough!"
"Well obviously not. Wouldn't you agree Lucius?" the elder Malfoy stiffened and Narcissa turned to him.
"If you agree I am no longer a Malfoy." His eyes widened. His mouth opened and closed. He loved her, but the dark lord scared the shit out of him.
"Lucius." Voldemort spat, he looked at him. A whimper brought his eyes down to his son. He looked at his wife. Her eyes widened momentarily then narrowed.
"Fine. Come Draco." She walked over and helped her son up.
"You are not to leave." Voldemort said to her, wand out.
"I agreed to you, just, let them go." Lucius mumbled. Snape looked back and forth between this. He cleared his throat.
"What Severus."
"My Lord, you gave him those tasks because you knew he'd fail." Draco blanched. "Well he did. However, instead of killing him let him leave in shame." The greasy haired man suggested. Voldemort seemed to think this over.
"You have ten minutes to pack." She turned, casting a look at Snape over her shoulder. When they reached Draco's room she flicked her wand, causing four pairs of every item to fold and lay in his trunk, his broom shrunken on top. He was seated on his bed and she sighed.
"Where's your stuff?"
"I packed a while ago dear." She said. Draco nodded looking out his window. "Is there anything else you feel you need?" He nodded reaching under his pillow and pulling out a crumpled shirt. He flicked his wand and sighed as his favourite shirt folded and was placed on top of the rest. He shrunk his pillow and placed it in the trunk, followed by a blanket.
Narcissa said nothing. She knew he was taking all the things that comforted him. He didn't want to leave but he had to. He flushed and cleared his throat reaching under his other pillow.
"I already know Draco. It's fine." He pulled out a much loved teddy. It had become warn but she knew why he loved it so much. It had black crazy fur and glasses, holding a snitch. He placed it in his trunk and nodded. The large case shut and zipped, shrinking to the size of a bill. He stepped up to the fire place and waited for his mother. They locked arms and he threw the powder in, shouting out his destination.
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Ron jumped as the fire place erupted. Remus, Tonks, Harry, Hermione, Ron, McGonagall, Mr. Weasley, and Kingsley stood, wands raised. Two tall figures stepped out coughing.
"Dammit Draco, could you have concentrated a little harder?"
"Sorry mother." He mumbled.
"Draco?" His head snapped up and jumped eyes wide.
"Uh, sorry to interrupt." Harry blinked. Hermione lowered her wand first.
"What happened Mrs. Malfoy?"
"Black." They looked at her in confusion, Draco flinching.
"Pardon?" Kingsley asked, lowering his wand, the other's following. Draco bent down and put his on the floor, kicking it towards Harry. Green eyes widened.
"I do not wish to be associated with the Malfoy name." She stepped away from her son. "We need help finding a place to stay." Draco avoided everyone's eyes, staring at his socked feet. That's what he forgot.
"Mum?"
"Hmm?"
"I forgot my shoes." He had a confused look on his face.
"What's wrong with him?" Ron whispered.
"He's in shock." Mr. Weasley stated. Harry stepped forwards hesitantly and touched the other's arm. The blonde flinched and stepped away, walking over to the drawing room. He left the door open and they watched as he sat on the couch, falling onto his side and rolling into a ball, facing the back of the couch.
"What happened?" Hermione whispered.
"Bella was teasing him and found out he was seeing another man behind their backs. She used cruciatus on his until he blurted out Mr. Potter's name. The Dark Lord overheard." They all flinched. "He said my son needed a stronger punishment." Harry's face hardened and he growled. "He asked if Lucius agreed. I warned him that if he did, I would no longer be a Malfoy. He said nothing. So I took Draco and we left."
Harry squeezed past them and stepped into the drawing room, closing the door behind him. "I-I'm so sorry Auntie . . . Black." Tonks said, looking away. Narcissa gave a tight smile to her.
"Cissa. You are family after all." Tonks gave a small smile and nodded. Lupin pulled her close, kissing the top of her head.
"I believe-" Remus started, looking towards the blonde woman. "-that where you stay should be up to Harry." She gave a soft smile.
"Good. Even if he wishes for me not to be here, at least I'll know my son is alright." She looked towards the closed door, a vacant look in her eyes. "His hair's getting long. I'll have to get him to trim it again." They blinked. "Draco, he needs a haircut."
"Oh!" She chuckled as the whole room made noises of realization. There heard a bang.
"OW! DAMN TABLE!" Harry's voice rang out followed by the blonde's laughter. Narcissa's eyes lit up. They were surprised, Malfoy, when he actually had a genuine laugh, sounded beautiful, normal even. There was no hint of a sneer or a snobbish undertone anywhere in sight.
"When Mr. Potter is free, let me know. I'm going to head to the library for a while. It's been a long time since I've been there." They nodded and she turned, heading up the flights of stairs.
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Harry walked up to the blonde and kneeled on the floor, raking his nails up and down the blonde's back.
"Draco? Look at me." The blonde didn't move. "Please Draco, your scaring me!"
"You're becoming mushy again." Draco grunted out, not budging.
"Sorry, would you rather I forced you to face me?"
"Yes." Harry blinked.
"Uh, what?"
"I want you to hurt me. I want you to hit me!" Harry flinched when the blonde's voice cracked. He was crying. Harry sighed and pulled out his wand, making the couch wider. He crawled onto the couch and forced himself between Draco and the back of the couch. The blonde went to turn and Harry grabbed his arm, forcing him to face him.
Grey eyes opened and locked with green. "She said she had been packed for a while. Why didn't he say no?" His eyes water and a growl left him. He sat up and wiped his eyes furiously, glaring at the opposite wall. Harry climbed in front of him so their eyes were level. He leaned down and stopped about a centimetre away, leaving the choice up to the other.
Draco smashed his lips against the other, rising up onto his knees, the brunette following. Their tongues twisted together and pale hands slid under the shorter's shirt, lifting it up and over his head. Harry grabbed the back of Draco's shirt and pulled, yelping when he fell back onto the table, dragging the blond with him. The table broke under their weight and he yelped again.
"OW! DAMN TABLE!" Draco laughed and Harry smiled at him. The blonde kept laughing for a whole five minutes, some points nothing coming out. He had rolled off the brunette, hands gripping his stomach, laughing so hard nothing came out. Slowly he gasped for breath, his laughter subsiding.
"You done laughing at me now?" Harry pouted; Draco chuckled and pulled him down on top of himself, pressing their lips together.
"Hardly."
"You mother said you needed a place to stay. Stay with me?" Draco felt his chest tighten. He nodded and green eyes brightened. "Really? Y-you'll stay with me?" He nodded again.
"And my mother?"
"She can stay too, as long as you need. In fact, if you want, you don't have to leave ever." The blonde chuckled. "Do you have everything you need?"
"Potter, this is me." Harry laughed.
"You brought your whole room didn't you?" The blonde shrugged. Harry laughed and sat up. "Well, let's get you set up."
"What do you mean?" The blonde looked at him, nervousness written across his face.
"Well, I thought you'd want your own room. You're perfectly welcome in mine though."
"Yes please." Harry blinked.
"You want to share mine?" Draco nodded, Harry smiled. "Alright, come on; let's get our room set up." The blonde gave a small smile and sat up, following the other out of the room and up the stairs.