~~~Some slightly smutty/porny stuff ahead be warned! ~~~

They arrived home late; it was nearing 10 at night. The goodbyes had been hard but they felt that they had been necessary. Both Harry and Draco were just slightly tipsy, around their third drink each tipsy, but they had made it back home safely with no mishaps. They managed to stumble over arm in arm and set themselves onto the bench at the end of the garden, Harry tripping only once as they got onto the paving, a loose tile that he had been meaning to fix. They sat down on the driftwood bench and Harry slumped down throwing his legs over the arm of the bench and then laid his head across Draco's lap and allowed him to play his hair, Harry gazing up at the clear sky "Draco?" Draco gave a soft hum in response, "You know I love you don't you?" A small frown crossed Draco face as he wondered where Harry was taking this, "I was thinking, when we go back, we should renew our bond, cuz it's in the past and we wouldn't be bonded anymore?" Draco nodded in agreement again; Harry sat up to look at him "What are you thinking about Dray?"

"We should leave now. We've said our partings already!" Draco looked to Harry who looked slightly shocked. "We could shrink the house, and just take everything with us, no need to pack!" He grinned at Harry "Leave now and we could give past you the best birthday surprise ever. One last kiss for luck and then we go, what do you think." Harry looked up at Draco, and smirked teasingly and asked "What, and no good luck fuck Malfoy?" Harry looked over to Draco seeming innocent, raising his hand and running it through his hair ruffling it up, he watched from under his hand as Draco lent forward to him. "Is that what you're looking for Potter." He lent forward as Harry dropped his hand down, leaning in so close that their lips near touched "A hard fucking?" His eyes shone as he spoke, "Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy's slut." Harry moaned now, Draco moved his hand his fingers now caressing tan skin in barely there swirls, randomly digging manicured nails into soft skin leaving half-moons in their wake.

"You would just love that wouldn't you slut." He dug his nails down just hard enough to draw blood, his voice dripping with venom that he once used back in Hogwarts. This resulted in a needy whimper from Harry as he did his best not to flinch back in pain. "On the ground Potter." He spat, his tone laced with arrogance and loathing, though he did like the way Harrys eyes glazed over beneath fogged glasses, how his breathing became shallow and panting, and he did love how he did it without a hint of hesitation. Instantly dropping to his knees on the paving stones, hands static by his sides and head downcast, the very image of submission. "What is the Golden-Whore going to do today, hmmm?" Harry tilted his head up only slightly looked up into his eyes, face flushed softly from excitement and the ideas that came from it. "Anything Sir wishes." 'Anything' he repeated softly as a mantra, only stopping when Draco raised his foot, sharply connecting it with Harrys crotch, a groan spilled from his lips and he bent slightly, "Oh please Sir. I'll be good!"

Draco seemed to consider this for a second, in reality he was watching Harry who was rocking softly in pain. "Strip." Harrys eyes widened in shock, but he only hesitated for a second as he looked down at the suit he was wearing. Slowly he stood, looking for Draco's approval to do so and then slowly started to remove the layers of clothes. He first removed his wand leaving it on the bench and then moved onto his clothes. He folded the jacket and shirt placing them beside Draco. He had placed the tie on top but Draco picked it up twirling it in his fingers as he watched Harry strip. Harry continued toeing off his shoes and socks, and undoing his belt and tossing it to the bench, unbuttoning his trousers, grinning happily as he heard Draco chuckle at the fact that he hadn't been wearing underwear. He quickly folded the trousers and set them beside Draco on the wooden bench. Dropping to his original position within seconds of finishing. Draco toyed with the tie for a few seconds while admiring the view, he then tossed it over Harrys head, "Put it back on." Harry did as he was told, tying it and leaving it loose around his neck, waiting for his next orders in attempt to ignore his excitement.

"Such a good whore, aren't you Potter." Draco said fisting some of Harrys hair, "Doing exactly what I tell you to." He pulled him in for a kiss made of teeth and tongue, before leaning back and slowly loosening his tie. He unbuttoned a few of his shirt buttons and reached down to undo his own belt. "Touch yourself Potter, moan my name like the slut you are." Harry lifted a hand obediently, dropping it to his neck allowing it to trace his collar bone, moving it across his throat breath hitching. He slowly caressed lower until he reached one of his nipples, already hard due to the cool air he pinched it roughly moaning 'Dracoo'. He continued to torture himself moaning freely, rubbing his thigh digging his nails into the skin at random moments and scratching up leaving long red lines on his skin. Draco was watching Harry, slowly opening his belt and trousers. He stopped and started to palm himself softly before removing himself. The swollen flesh was angry colour of red; there was a sharp indent of a ring around the base, and an another tight ring around the gland of the top. With a shaky hand, Draco stroked himself but the feeling was too much, so he settled for stroking along the sensitive vein with two callused fingers. He watched as Harry stroked the entire of his body, but pointedly avoided stroking his own penis as blood pooled to it, his excitement evident as droplets of pre-cum oozed from his slit and slid down to rest in the tangled mess of pubic hair. "Potter," Draco hissed to the man at his feet "You need to get rid of this charm!" Harry looked up to Draco, big eyes frosted over in a state of lust, mouth slightly open, lips glistening, panting "Now!"

Harry looked up startled his lustful stance broken, and he quickly reached for his wand, stopping inches from it and looking to Draco for permission, he nodded. Lifting his wand Harry preformed the actions of the charm again, forming the circle and the segmentation, only ending it differently, saying the Latin words 'Premittat Remissionis' And another pulse of yellow light hit Draco. The sharp indents disappeared instantly. Harry quickly dropped his wand back on top of his clothes pile, returning his hands to his lap and his head bent back down in submission, not noticing as Draco reached for his own wand pointing it directly at Harry."Prohibere Remissionis" Draco whispered preforming the actions and adding "Transveho" flicking his wand to the right. He watched as Harry gasped not from the prevention but as all hair on his lower body were painfully plucked out, leaving only smooth tan skin that was turning slightly red. Harrys mouth was open in a silent scream of pain, a glance up at Draco and he snapped his mouth shut, instead clenching his nails painfully into his thighs.

"Sit whore, face me." Draco patted his own thighs and Harry stood on shaky legs, pushed the pile of clothes further up the bench and straddled Draco. The pain in his knees from the splintered wood was bearable, a lot more bearable than the pain in his groin at least. He decided to focus on the pain in this knees. Draco grabbed the ends of the tie pulling it hard and bringing Harry into a bruising kiss, stopping only when he needed air. Draco let go of the tie and leaned back against the bench. Harry stayed exactly where Draco left him, panting softly. Draco placed his hand on Harrys nape, massaging it "I'm going to dry fuck you Potter. Out here where anyone can see you." Harry was whimpering lowly, turning to groans quickly as Draco groped his ass. "I'm going to fuck you and you're going to love it." Draco leaned in and nipped along Harry's collarbone, and he started to circle Harry's entrance teasingly, giving Harry time to start to enjoy it and to start to bear down on the fingers. He teased Harry for a second more before thrusting three fingers in. Harry gasped in pain tears forming in his eyes, yet he pushed down on Draco's fingers in pleasure. "I want to hear everything Potter so no more moans. I want to hear you scream my name as I fill you, and moan it when I hit your prostate." Draco spread his fingers and tapped Harry's prostate for emphasis, loving how he pushed back onto his fingers and cried out in pleasure. "I want you to ride me Harry, and after I cum in your ass, I'm going to make you sit on this seat naked as the day you were born and give you the best blowjob of your life." Harry shuddered at the thought of it before asking slowly in a husky voice 'and then'. "Yes Harry, and then after you've recovered I'll bring you inside I'll change our clothes, shrink the house and we'll go, simple as." Harry shuddered again a low 'yes' escaping him.

He rose to his knees and allowed Draco to remove his questing fingers. He gripped onto the wooden frame behind Draco, and slowly lowered himself, feeling Draco position himself at his entrance. Taking a breath he dropped himself, he sank further down, hissing in pleasure "fuck Draco". Draco's breath hitched, he learnt long ago that he had a thing for parseltongue. "Stings." Draco felt Harry's muscles flutter around him, probably still adjusting to the intrusion after two weeks without. Draco hummed at the feeling enjoying the warm tightness surrounding him. "Such a good whore aren't you Potter." Draco cooed, stroking his hands up Harrys back and dragging them back down, resulting Harrys ass clamping down on him and a series of musical hisses. He repeated this a few times until a wet tackiness stuck to his fingers and Harry was painfully tight around him "Please". Draco quickly started to fist Harry in time with his thrusts taking him in for a painful kiss. Suddenly the pace became erratic and Draco bit down hard on his lower lip drawing blood, a warm feeling set deep into his abdomen. He breathed deeply muscles relaxing as he leaned into Harry. He grabbed Harry around the waist and lifted him off, placing him on top of his clothes, groaning as he lifted his hips and turned to Harry leaning over him. "Amazing" He whispered, placing kisses across Harrys bloodied lips.

Draco grasped for his wand his pocket and readied it for the right moment. Licking nipping and biting his way down Harry, he kept his eyes focused on him. By the time he was down to Harrys erection, Harry was lost in pleasure, head thrown back panting and moaning. The blood Draco dragged from his back was smeared along it from Draco fisting him, a pearlescent line of pre-cum leaving a clear line through the blood. The indents created by the charm where deep and pale, contrasting beautifully with the deep red colour of Harry's erection and his natural tan. He licked up along the indent that ran along the vein, and pushed Harrys hips down as he tried to buck into his mouth, another hiss escaping him. "Please Draco!" Draco complied quickly, swallowing him quickly to the base. The metallic taste of blood paired with the slightly bitter taste of pre-cum mixed wonderfully in his mouth, his moaned appreciatively pushing his tongue up into the pulsing vein. "Oh Circe! Please Dray!" Harry screamed, his hips spasming, Draco lifted his wand preformed the movements and thought the incantation hard in his head. The invisible cock ring around Harrys penis instantly disappeared, and he felt his orgasm rush through him painfully, he cried out back arching off of the bench spine cracking, "Dracoooo" He screamed, body shuddering as his seed gushed into Dracos willing mouth. Then things went slightly fuzzy, the musky smell of Draco filling his nose, "Love you Draco." He blinked lazily smiling and shut his eyes drifting off into a light sleep. Draco chuckled at Harrys innocent child like actions. He cleaned the both of them of the remains of peal and rust. "I know you do. And I love you Harry." Placing a soft kiss on Harrys forehead. They lay there together for around ten minutes before Draco woke Harry.

Draco rose off Harry taking his hand and pulling him up into a sitting position. Draco batted Harrys hand away as he reached for his clothes underneath him. "Let me." Tidying himself away Draco reached across Harry, and pulled the neatly folded shirt out from under him. Lifting Harrys arms and dropping them into each of the sleeves, carefully closing the buttons up leaving the top two and loosely tying the emerald tie around his neck and dropping the collar. He pulled the thick socks up his feet following them with the Dragon silver suit pant up to his knees. Kneeling down he placed Harrys feet into each shoe and tightened them with double knots. Helping him stand he picked up the pants and tucked the shirt in and arranged Harry. Picking up the blazer then slipping it over his shoulders. Placing a chaste kiss again to his lips, and glancing down to his watch, the thin face reading 11:45. He pushed Harry back onto the bench, "Back in a second Ry." He raced into the cottage, door rebounding on its hinged, to the coffee table grabbing the Leap-year and tapping a file and the pages sorting themselves into order. About to go out the door he grabbed one of Harrys emergency healers bags from the coat stand and placed the Leap-year file, Georges book and its contents inside the enhanced compartment.

Going outside he gently shut the door behind him, and turned gesturing for Harry to come stand with him. Grasping Harry's hand, he looked fondly over the old cottage, he slowly raised his wand casting a strong stabilizing charm over the cottage and its contents. Then Harry raised his wand too, and in sync they whispered Diminuendo, watching as the cottage got smaller and smaller until it was about the size of a small ornament. When it stopped shrinking, Harry walked over the once foundations of the cottage and picked it up, holding it in his hands, he peered inside curiously but failed to see anything move even when he tilted it. Draco placed a cushioning charm on another compartment in the inside of the bag and let Harry set the cottage in. Harry took the bag from Dracos hands and slung it over his shoulder. Draco draped the chain of the Leap-year around his neck, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco as he side-along apperated him to the damp wet rock in the middle of the sea. For once Harry didn't lose his balance while apperating and he gazed over at the tumbled down shack. It was near destroyed since he was last here, showing Draco where he first seen magic. There was nothing but a single wall left standing battling the elements and gravity.

Draco stared too, before placing a hand on Harrys shoulder and whispering into his ear 'Count to 30'. Harry gazed at Dracos hands counting each spin of the middle pane that he made. Draco wasn't paying attention to what he was doing, he just watched Harry, how his lips trembled with each number, how he rushed his breath slightly between the numbers, he watched his Harry. He only started to pay attention towards the end. "25, 26, 27…, 28, 29. Love you. 30" At that Harry pushed his lips to Dracos, Draco dropped his hands from the Leap-year and the panes started to spin, time slipped through them and around them. Suddenly pain seared through them, they both cried out breaking apart, and then they stopped, time was going forward again normally. Stepping slightly apart and letting go of each other they gazed at each other. They looked exactly like they did at school, childish features and all. Memories from when they were young, when living was but a dream to both, free and innocent, they 'were' just eighteen.

They were standing on the rock the exact same place they had left from, the storm from the night thirty years ago almost noxious to Harry. The storm was in full swing, kicking up the smell of the salt water, kelp and seaweed, a smell that left an after taste. The scenery was dull, though there was a faint light from the shack, and faint snoring could be heard over the crashing of waves. He could almost remember what he was thinking at that time thirty years ago, he could remember how he had been drawing a birthday cake. And suddenly a scream filled the air, a scream filled with pain. Across the country in the middle of Wiltshire, in a secluded country manor, the exact same ear-splitting scream was heard. Shocking everyone who heard it, bringing some who heard it to tears. It was a pain that they knew they couldn't help with.

Draco Potter-Malfoy and Draco Malfoy, fell to their knees in pain, hands clasping their heads, nails digging into their skulls. Sharp hot brands dug and burnt their way into their shoulders. Hot branding-irons were forced to their heads, forcing but a single thought into their heads, one thought repeated and repeated 'Find him, dark hair, green eyes. Find Harry Potter. Find him!'

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