Ventus Aqua Terra Ignis 11/12
Title: Ventus Aqua Terra Ignis 11/12
Pairing: Harry/Draco/Ron/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters are definitely not mine, nor is the Harry Potter Universe. I am only borrowing them for my own perverted amusement. No money is made.
Summary: Draco needs an O on his Potions N.E.W.T. to even think about a Potions Mastery, which means he has to go back to Hogwarts for the "eighth year." He has plans to keep his head down, stay out of trouble, and just survive. Enter the Golden Trio who decide that's a bad idea and drag Draco right into the middle of their secret.
A/N: Elemental fic. Lots of magic. Some misuse of magic because I'm pretty sure JK Rowling did not intend for magic to make sex kinky. There are some master/sub themes and some light bondage.
This belongs in the category of EWE (Epilogue? What Epilogue?). It is Book 7 compliant. Mostly. It's been a long time since I read book 7.
This is cross-posted on my Ao3 "ddelusionall" account: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11926701/chapters/26956032
Part 11: Bondage
Draco could not sleep. He lay in Harry’s uncomfortable lumpy bed with substandard linens and stared at the wispy starry canopy above them. Hermione had mostly just cried herself to sleep, silent even in her tears. Before falling asleep, Harry had kissed them all, randomly, over and over again, hands and mouth belaying his nerves by shaking.
Based on the staggered breathing next to him, Ron was not asleep either.
Draco sighed and shifted closer to him and away from Harry and Hermione. Ron did not say anything, but lifted his arm and let Draco curl up against him, arm one curled against his side and the other across his stomach. Seeking warmth, Draco slid his hand under Ron’s T-shirt.
After a few minutes, Ron whispered, “There was a lot of talk before, about how Hermione balances me, and how Harry did not have that balance, remember?”
Draco hummed.
“This though.” Ron squeezed his shoulder. “It’s ... it’s different. I said before you fuel me, make me stronger, and Hermione might be able to counter that, but I like this feeling more. I don’t feel like I have to hold myself back with you, and I don’t feel like you’d ever accept anything but all of me, and that is refreshing. Sometimes with Hermione and Harry, I feel like I’m walking on through a dragon’s egg nest.”
Draco cleared his throat.
“The severity of all of this is daunting,” Ron continued. “I’m not sure how to mentally deal with this idea of immortality. As wizards, we were going to live a long time anyway, but I don’t think I want to live for two thousand years.”
“Maybe ...” Draco sighed. “I guess maybe we could sign a magically binding pact where we decide to end it sooner.”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe we should discuss that after this ritual, because if something goes wrong, we’re all going to die anyway.”
Ron took a deep breath. “Hermione is really, really sorry. She had no idea.”
“I know,” Draco said. “I’ll forgive her if this doesn’t kill me.”
“I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you that out of everyone that owes Harry a life debt, I’m glad the magicks chose you.”
Draco snorted.
“I’m serious. I actually think that even Filch owes him one.”
Draco buried his laughter against Ron’s shoulder. “I guess I’m glad, too. I mean ... I don’t know. You lot don’t owe me anything, especially not forgiveness. I guess I’m thankful the magicks chose me, too. It just proves that in different circumstances, we might have been friends in school.”
“Well, maybe. Circumstances or not, you would have been in Slytherin no matter what, and there’s no way I am anything but a Gryffindor.”
“Rivals, then. Not enemies.”
“Maybe. The important thing is that we’re friends now.”
Draco smiled and pulled himself a bit more on top of Ron, hand on his chin and turning his face for a kiss. “Lovers.”
“Merlin,” Ron breathed and continued the kiss.
Draco groaned and flung his leg over Ron’s thighs. He tried not to hump him and failed. Their kiss deepened, and one of Ron’s hands was in his hair, pulling his mouth into place, and the other was on his ass, practically egging him on.
It had been more than a week since his last orgasm, and Draco was spiraling toward pleasure way faster than he thought possible.
And then other hands yanked him away from Ron and they both moaned in disappointment.
Harry chuckled. “Horny bastards. Wait.”
Draco turned his head to Harry and kissed him instead. Harry moaned and did not stop Draco from rolling them over, and Harry had his hands in Draco’s hair and legs wrapped around him in a moment.
Hermione sighed. “I guess I’ll be the one to bring up McGonagall and Professor Sprout naked and--”
Harry and Draco both yanked away and made a face.
Ron laughed at them, but propped up on an elbow and ran his hand down Draco’s side. “So effective.”
“I really think that Madam Hooch is in there too,” Hermione said. “McGonagall is definitely fire. Madam Pomfrey is water, Madam Hooch is air, Sprout is obviously earth.”
“Makes sense,” Harry said.
“What doesn’t make sense is why Slytherin left the Founders Bond,” Draco said. “We all know that he had a disagreement with the others about accepting students at Hogwarts, but that doesn’t seem like a big enough reason to just up and sever a bond and throw Gryffindor into a bad enough depression to kill them all.”
Hermione frowned. “I wonder if Mrs. Whetle knows.”
“She probably does. The Founders made the bond after them.”
“I’m getting hungry,” Draco said. “Is it okay to eat so soon before the bond?”
“For you, I’d say yes,” Hermione said. “You need all the strength you can get right now.”
“Should we go down to the kitchen?” Harry asked. “Or do you want me to call for Kreacher?”
“Kreacher,” Draco said. “You guys got a nap and I didn’t. I’m really tired.”
“I can feed you with my fingers so you don’t have to do anything.”
Draco made a face and said, “No thanks, Weasel. With your table manners, I’d end up with more food on my face than in my mouth.”
“Anything else you want in your mouth, Ferret?”
Draco blushed and shoved him over. “Shut up.”
---
A few minutes before midnight, the two sets of elemental wizards met in the main parlour of Grimmauld place. Already, the rooms had a cleaner, brighter shine to them.
“We cannot stay,” Diamber said. “Our magicks cannot interfere with the bond.”
“Merlin forbid we somehow form an octuplet bond,” Julian said.
“Merlin was an arrogant prat,” Henri said, “sort of like someone else I know,” he lifted an eyebrow at Julian, “and I truly wish you would stop using his name in such a way. It is all your fault that his wretched name is used so frivolously these days.”
Julian smirked.
“Children,” Sophia said patiently.
Both of them stuck out their tongues at her.
“We will be back in twenty-four hours to check on you,” Diamber said.
“To make sure you aren’t dead,” Julian added. “Although there won’t be much we can do if you are. Good luck.”
He jauntily saluted them and headed for the door.
Sophia smiled after him. “Everything you need is up in the room. And Kreacher is under strict orders to not interfere or go anywhere near you unless you specifically call for him. Be cautious, be safe.” She followed Julian out the door. Henri trialed after her with a wave and a goodbye.
“You’ll be fine, children,” Diamber said. “All four of you are very strong, and according to Minerva, the strongest of your classmates. You’ve faced challenges that many have never even had to consider. You’ve bonded over those challenges and it is that bond, the one of friendship, that will make this one successful.” She winked. “And remember, enjoy yourselves. This is for love.”
Harry squeezed Draco’s hand. “Thank you for your help.”
The others echoed him.
“You’re welcome, dear. You’ll all be fine.” She patted Draco’s shoulder and followed her bondmates out of the house.
The four of them stood in silence after the door shut.
Finally it was Ron who huffed and said, “Better get started.”
“Yeah,” Hermione said and headed up the stairs, Ron right behind her.
Draco moved to follow, but Harry tugged on his arm. Turning, he found himself in a firm hug and then with a firm kiss to his lips.
“I love you,” Harry said.
Draco frowned.
“I do, and you can’t say anything to dissuade me from that. The last few days, well, the last two weeks, I just ... I’ve never been good at expressing my feelings, but I feel like I don’t have to with you. You usually just get it.”
Draco smiled. “It takes a lot of intelligence to decipher the nonsense that comes out of your mouth, Potter.”
Harry smiled. “Good thing it has other uses, isn’t it, mate?”
“Very very good.”
Draco pulled him close for another kiss. Ron shouted at them to hurry up.
Draco’s trepidation grew with each stair. The only thing that kept him moving and not succumbing to the Slytherin instinct of self-preservation was Harry’s warm hand on his back, and Ron’s welcoming smile as he climbed the stairs, and Hermione’s concerned face.
He went to her first, sliding his hands around her waist and pressing a long kiss to her lips. Her chest hitched and when he pulled away; she was crying again. He wiped at her cheeks.
“Let’s go get bonded,” he whispered.
She smiled and nodded.
“I’m nervous,” Draco admitted, “but you’ve done this one before. Second time should be easy, right? No mistakes?”
She shook her head. “No, and you read the instructions and our notes. We’ll be fine.”
“And after, we’ll be fine, after, as well?”
“That’s the goal.”
“We better get started,” Harry said, just as the downstairs clock started chiming midnight.
Ron opened the door into the room, and Draco felt a rush of energy. He shut his eyes and followed the tug on his arm.
The entire room was stripped bare save for a high table against one wall. A series of pots and jars sat upon it.
“I’ll get the circle started,” Hermione said, picking up a clear jar full of a weird red mixture: the clay, water, ash and berries.
“And we’ll get naked,” Ron said.
Draco snorted. “What?”
“Trust us,” Harry said while tugging the heavy sweater over his head. “It is so much better.”
Draco swallowed roughly and started stripping. His hands shook and the energy in the room had his skin breaking out in goose flesh. He felt anxious and insecure, turning to the side a bit to hide himself, which made no sense since the three of them had seen him naked so often.
Harry slid close to him, hands snaking around his waist. Lips touched his shoulder and Draco shut his eyes.
Hermione’s voice murmured in the background, Latin spells that made the energy shimmer, as she laid out the mixture in a circle.
Ron’s hotter body curled around both of them, arms pulling them close.
“We have to be careful not to use too much magic,” Ron murmured. “I can already feel myself spiraling.”
“Burning us all would be bad, Ron,” Harry said.
Ron smiled. “Time enough for that later.” His hot hand cupped Draco’s ass and Draco moaned. His dick pulsed, growing and sliding along Harry’s side.
Harry shivered.
“Boys, focus,” Hermione said as she settled the pewter goblets in their correct locations. “Get in the circle and sit please.”
Draco took one more deep breath of courage, shutting up the sudden and persistent voice that told him this was stupid and he was about to die. It sounded like his father.
Ron held his hand as they walked toward Hermione. He bent over to kiss her cheek and squeezed Draco’s hand and then led him into the circle.
Each location was marked with a symbol: a leaf for Harry, a single flame for Ron, a water droplet for Hermione, and a curl signifying air for Draco. Strips of the berries, clay, ash and water mixture formed straight lines and connected all four of them to each other. In the middle of the circle were lengths of rope.
Ron and Harry sat right on their symbols, the pewter goblets in front of them. Draco copied them, shifting a bit at the weird texture of dirt on his bare skin. A pure silver blade almost hummed next to the goblets. His breath sped up, and then Hermione closed the circle.
A heavy rush of wind blew at them, disturbing their hair and buffeting them with its warmth. But nothing else moved, and Draco leaned back into it with his eyes shut and smiled. It almost felt like being on a broom.
“Shit,” Ron muttered, and Hermione hushed him.
It was a few moments later, of Hermione muttering the spells from the book, that Draco felt the circle take him. He was in control of himself, but he also wasn’t. The magicks compelled him and led his movements. It was easy to lift the knife in one hand. It was easy to press the blade against his skin.
He had feared the part where he cut his own hand, but the slice of the knife did not hurt. The thin slice did not bleed at first, and then the wound welled with blood. Draco held his hand over the goblet. The first drop of blood sizzled with the contents already in the goblet, and then four more followed. The magicks closed the wound and the contents in the goblet bubbled and then stilled.
He glanced up at the other three. It was like looking through fog. Or smoke. Concerned, he looked at Ron, and saw that he was smoking. Literally smoking, and his face was twisted in pain. Panic bubbled in him and he tried to move, but couldn’t get up. The smoke washed away with a breath of wind and Ron’s eyes sought his and he tried to smile, though it was a grimace, and then the magicks twisted around Draco again, and as one they lifted the goblets. The liquid burned down his throat and Draco screamed and realized that the noise did not go past his mind. He felt the potion’s trip down his throat, each centimeter throwing another burst of pain through his limbs. Frozen, dulled, twisted and changed. Completely changed. He could not move, he could not breathe or swallow. Barely think.
Except a single line, a single phrase.
Aer enim est fons vitae.
It rolled through his mind and rolled off his tongue and echoed around them, merging and molding with the other three’s voices, until it was one noise and one sound and one phrase that had no translation and no meaning, but unbidden it fell from Draco’s lips, each repetition like a knife to his heart and pain tingled all the way to his fingertips.
Harry moved first, a sensuous crawl to the middle of the circle, and Draco felt himself able to move. He followed the compulsion to the middle of the circle and helped the other two restrain Harry with the rope. The magicks twisted through everything, and the rope almost felt alive, going where it was guidened, tightening on wrists and ankles until Harry was kneeling, right in the middle of the circle. His wrists and ankles were tied together, a thick strand of rope around his neck and down the front of him, rubbing on reddened skin and leaving white lines of scratches on his stomach. The rope wrapped around his cock and balls just once and then snaked between his legs and connected to the rope around his wrists and ankles.
The magic pulsed and Harry’s body bent backwards.
Draco slid his fingertips up Harry’s side and leaned forward. When his mouth touched Harry’s skin, a low moan echoed through him and Harry shook, his body pulsing, his skin bursting with gooseflesh. His moan was louder as it echoed around them. Draco found his nipple and sucked harshly, almost feeling magic enter his mouth. One hand kept him steady on the floor and the other moved up and down Harry’s thighs and hip and down to cup his balls. His hand occasionally brushed against Ron’s or Hermione’s. Harry’s moans grew louder. The magicks twisted around them faster, almost like a tornado of silent wind. No, not wind. Energy. Energy and feelings.
Draco pulled away from Harry’s nipple and sank back to his knees, breathing heavily.
Harry was pulled taut in the bindings his chest and stomach arched, his head almost to his bound elbows. Like a bow ready to release an arrow.
And then he was coming, spraying his release around them and up over his body. It was Hermione who scooped it up from his skin and into the goblet. Another spark of energy and Harry’s scream was pure and clear in their heads. His cock throbbed again and he was spraying more of his release. It happened again and again. The pleasure continued for longer than Draco thought possible until the goblet was half full of Harry’s release.
And then the ropes just slid off Harry and he sagged to the ground, back rising and falling with his heavy breaths.
Ron helped him move back to his spot and as soon as he was there, his heavy breathing stopped and he was in complete control of himself.
More unknown Latin phrases spilled from Draco’s mouth, and then it was Ron being drawn into the middle of the circle. The magicks snagged him in the same way and the ropes, covered with Harry’s release, bound him in the same position with his body in a perfect curve and his large and proud cock standing tall and already dripping.
He was facing Draco, and Draco licked his lips, lowering his head, like a magical hand was pushing him down by the neck. He moaned at the first touch of cock to lips and then he sank down on Ron’s erection, taking him all the way. A moment of clarity had him wondering how he managed to take all of Ron’s cock into his throat when he hadn’t been able to before, but because all of this was so strange, the magicks helping him deepthroat Ron’s heavy dick made perfect sense.
And so did not being able to breathe while he did it. Draco focused on the feel of him, pushing deep in his throat, sliding back to his lips, and over and over again while he bobbed his head. He wanted to speed up, but the magicks kept him in check, a steady movement, a perfect blowjob. They let him touch and Draco did, tugging on Ron’s balls, sliding his hands under his thighs to tease his ass and slip a finger into his body. And then two and then three, until he was pumping four fingers into Ron to the same tempo as he sucked on him.
When he slowed, when he started to pull away, he protested with a moan. He wanted to always do this, always be right here, and how dare the magicks not let him gag on a load of Ron’s come after doing all this work. He needed it in his mouth, all over his face, and inside him! But the magicks yanked him back and Ron was coming, more than even Harry, and it was Draco’s job to scoop it into the goblet, using his fingers to get as much of it into the cup as possible.
Ron’s cock throbbed and dribbled more into the goblet, and Draco held his cock down and let it drip right into the mixture. He jerked Ron off to another immediate orgam, and when his release curled over his knuckles, Draco said fuck it and brought his hand up to his mouth to lick it clean. Ron’s come was hot in his mouth, and Draco wanted to fall forward again and lick the rest of it up. The magicks let him do so and just for a little more of a taste, he leaned down and sucked on the head of Ron’s dick. Almost on cue, his cock throbbed and exploded and Draco gagged on the sudden mouthful of come. Someone near him chuckled, but he swallowed and only let a few drops escape his mouth. They dripped from his chin and into the goblet.
The magicks were in control again and just as suddenly it was Hermione in the circle, already dripping wet and wide open. Ron went down on her with fingers and mouth, and Draco found himself at a breast, kneading and sucking and kissing it. He opened his eyes just once, and they latched with Harry’s who was sucking on her other breast. They were swirling with green, sparking with lightning. Draco wondered if his were the same. His hands slid over her ass and pressed into her, sharing the tight hole with one of Harry’s fingers. Her moans were so loud and Draco seriously wanted and needed to get his cock into that tightness. But the magicks only let him add another finger.
Hermione’s body quaked through her release, and Ron was there between her legs to catch the sudden gush of her pleasure. But the magicks did not let her go, and instead of his mouth, Ron went into her with his dick, fingers on her clit. He slammed into her from the odd angle, hand holding her hip. Her entire body shook so hard with her second orgasm that the fluid dripped from around Ron’s dick and toward the floor. The magicks twisted the goblet at just the right time to get it, and then Ron was back at her with his mouth for a taste and two more orgasms before the magicks released her.
Anxiety permeated the blessed empty and fuzzy feeling of the magicks swirling through Draco’s mind and body. He moved, compelled, to the center of the circle. His breath sped up and then there were hands on him and rope and pleasure stole everything away. There was nothing but pleasure. Mouths hands moans, and his body was on fire, on edge. A hot mouth at his dick, others on his skin. His channel clenched around nothing and then relaxed, gaping open for something to fill it. Only a finger or two every now and then. It wasn’t enough, nowhere satisfying enough. He wanted a cock, a big fat cock or two, forcing him open, forcing him down.
Hands ran over his skin, feeling like sandpaper and burning as the pleasure took over. His gasps and moans echoed through his mind. His body was not his to control. The pleasure pooled in his stomach, and then he was choking on it, too strong too much, with no outlet. Fire burned under his skin again, the sound of water rushed through his brain, and he felt as if the ropes were vines instead, and everything twisted in a sudden wind of pain, and he was screaming internally, mouth open in silence, as his body released the pleasure in heavy jerks, and he was coming all over himself and all over everything.
There was no relief from the pleasure of the first orgasm, and his body immediately went into the same cycle and he was screaming, jerking and coming again and then again. It felt like it went on for hours, it felt like his body was held at the precipice of orgasm for days. With no relief, and then everything slithered off him. A weird shimmering feeling behind his eyes and along his skin, and he felt broken and open and bare, heart mind and soul.
He sagged in the middle of the circle, the ropes sliding off him and leaving him feeling empty and alone.
So empty. He wanted to cry, probably would have if it hadn’t been for the aftereffect, the little bursts of pleasure stealing everything from him and making his cock pulse out small bits of come.
And then he was compelled again, to move and he crawled back to his corner, and then took a heavy swallow of the mixture from his goblet. He held out his hand and another goblet was put into it and he drank, passing it around, drinking passing drinking passing drinking passing until the goblets were empty and Draco was trying with his fingers to get the last dredges of the best mixture into his mouth.
Goblets clattered to the floor and then the pain started, in his chest, in his soul, and he screamed, trying to twist away from it. The only thing that curbed the pain was touching skin, more skin, hot skin, wet skin, warm skin, and his ... his cool skin. More touches and hands and kisses and the wind and the world faded, and then he was clear and his hands were gripping Harry’s ass, and he was thrusting inside and finally something heavy and thick was inside him, stretching him open and he was coming and coming. Inside Harry, or Hermione, and then Ron and then over his own stomach with cries and whimpers around them.
A cycle of clarity and pleasure and confusion, and with each round, Draco grew a bit more in control of himself and a bit more aware of the vines and water around him, and the fire keeping them all warm. Wind whipped through their hair, and his cries echoed around them as he came again, and then again. Into a sudden and welcome oblivion.
---
When Draco woke up, he had to squeeze his eyes shut and let his mind catch up to his body. Awake? More like conscious of his surroundings. He had obviously been awake and doing something.
Doing Harry. Sliding into his body. Hands behind Harry’s knees, holding him open. Fucking through what was probably a lot of come. And lube. It seeped from Harry’s stretched and reddened rim.
Bollocks.
Draco slowed his thrusts, blinking roughly as his vision cleared. Sort of. The edges wavered under the tight grip of pleasure.
Harry growled, gripping Draco’s thighs and pushing him back, pulling him forward. “Move, move.”
Draco tried, but he was still so very confused. Warmth molded to his back.
“He just needs a little help,” Ron said, lips against Draco’s ear.
He shuddered and them moaned, his hips jerking back as Ron slid inside him. The tight grip on his cock loosened, and then was back as Ron thrust forward, forcing Draco back inside Harry.
“There we go,” Ron said.
Harry moaned, and Draco moaned, his mouth open. The vision went fuzzy again, and whatever clarity of mind he had for that brief moment was gone, sucked into lust, chaos, and love of warmth and power.
---
Hours blurred. Orgasms blurred. Feelings blurred. Sometimes it was dark in the room when Draco grew aware of himself. Sometimes it was bright with sunlight. He did not know anything beyond his own skin. Even the simple act of thinking caused a multitude of painful twists in his mind and body.
Thinking was overrated when you had three perfect, gorgeous, eager lovers in your bed.
A moment of clarity after an orgasm lengthened to clarity of a few minutes and then a half hour. A full half hour.
Though a couple of his bedmates were not so fortunate. Harry was on his hands and knees, his mouth between Hermione’s legs, fingers inside her while he sucked at her clit. Both were moaning, bodies rocking.
Draco lifted his head and saw Ron passed out on the other side of the bed.
When he looked back at HarMione, he felt compelled to join them. It was a feeling he did not mind listening to and it thudded through him to the same tempo as Hermione’s breasts bounced from rocking herself down onto Harry’s fingers and mouth. He crawled to them and stopped one breast in a firm grip and sucked the nipple into his mouth. Hermione cried out, hand wrapping around him and fingers questing for his ass. Draco shifted enough to let her, and two of her fingers slipped into him easily. She yanked on him and whimpered his name followed by, “Cock, suck on your dick, please.”
Again, Draco obeyed, moving one knee over to her other side. With fingers inside him, she found his dick with her mouth and he thrust down, into her throat. Her moans echoed around him and he stayed up on his hands and knees, mouth open. Harry pulled away from her with his mouth, pulled her legs up and out and sank his dick into her wet body. She almost bit down on Draco’s dick as her body shuddered and then kept shuddering. Harry thrust into her wildly, stopping when Draco had enough of watching and being jealous of Hermione’s pussy. He wanted that dick, and he pushed Harry back hard enough and managed to get his own mouth around his dick. Only Harry’s moans were not muffled and he fucked hard and fast, almost gagging Draco with his cock and then with his come.
Draco swallowed it down and with each pulse of pleasure, he lost a little bit more of himself and all was gone in their lust.
---
It took days before Draco stopped fucking long enough to eat. It took days before all four of them managed to get themselves under control. Sort of.
They still touched, moving to each other no matter where they were or what room they were in. They ate with kisses, they slept with touches, and they were always naked. Hermione once tried to put on a T-shirt, one of Ron’s so it was baggy and hid nothing. Ron threw fire at it and then pounced on her.
Draco did not mind. More skin to touch and kiss and love.
It took a few days for all four of them to realize that they each had a brand new magical tattoo. In the same spot, over their ribs, just under the chest, on the left side. Ron’s was fire, dancing in a silent wind. Harry’s was a skittering of leaves, turning colors from green to orange to brown as they blew over his skin. Hermione’s was a rainstorm, with little puddles forming at the base of the tattoo and others being tossed in the wind. And Draco’s was a silvery twist of air, spiraling and curling on itself.
“There were no notes about these,” Hermione said while Draco ran his finger over hers. “I am going to ask Professor McGonagall or Madame Whetle when we see them again.”
“When will that be?” Draco asked.
Hermione shrugged. “I already feel much better than I did last time after four days, so maybe we won’t be as ill feeling as before. Maybe we’ll get back to class by Monday!”
Ron groaned from the bed.
Harry chuckled and muttered something about making Ron feel better, and the lust within them all flared, and Hermione bit her lip and left her chair and Draco’s lap. Draco licked his lips, watching her walk. Thighs and ass covered in bite marks and handprints. For a moment, he thought that he wouldn’t mind watching, but as soon as she was close enough, Harry was biting her thigh and Ron was kissing her, hand squeezing her ass, and Draco wanted to get inside her first. He jumped from the chair and joined the three of them on the bed.
---
A week after the bond, they managed to go a few hours between each bout of sex. They managed to stay dressed in comfortable clothes for a little while, and they even managed to get down to the kitchen for food.
Kreacher quivered in their presence and the usual disdain he felt for Harry was replaced with an awe at the power inside them.
“Should we talk about being immortal yet?” Ron asked.
Harry almost spit out his tea. Hermione cleared her throat and shifted uncomfortably on her chair. Draco tightened his grip on the spoon he had been using to scoop up the fruit and cream dish Kreacher had prepared for them.
“Maybe not,” Ron said after a moment of silence.
“I’m not sure how to talk about it,” Hermione said. “We can’t change it.”
“What’s done is done,” Draco said. He found that after the completion of the bond, eternity didn’t seem so bad. “And it’s not like we can make a magical pact right now and say, in five hundred years we are going to die. What if we’re working on something very important in five hundred years?”
“Yeah, that’s smart,” Hermione said. “I think as long as we’re open and honest with each other all the time, then we’ll be all right. If one of us is tired, if one of us is just done, it’s important that you can come to us. I don’t want one of us to decide to poison us all.”
“Another thing we have to think about is children,” Ron said.
Hermione frowned and nodded.
“Children?” Draco said, holding his fork steady.
“Mum is already asking us about grandchildren,” Ron said. “We figured that after ... after, the four of us would live together of course, but in public our relationships would be me and Hermione and you and Harry, that way we didn’t cause any suspicion. But Harry wants kids, I want kids ... The Malfoys need an heir, yes?”
“My mother would ...”
You do you, her note had said.
“Actually, I don’t know what my mother would think if I had a child with a Muggleborn.”
“So too soon to be talking about this,” Harry said. “We’re not even done with school!”
“Ugh, school,” Ron said. “Do we really have to go back? We got what we came for.”
Hermione drained her tea and said, “Turn it into a mouse.” She pointed to the teacup.
Ron furrowed his face and flung his hand at it. There was a little pop from the amount of power he used, but the mouse still had a flower pattern on its fur and when Ron tried to turn it back into a teacup, it still had a tail.
“Fine, fine,” Ron said. “We’re going back to school.”
“Not for another week,” Hermione said. “We really need to make sure we can control ourselves and not start fires or flood things or cause random tornadoes. I feel more powerful and in control, but remember, we felt the same way for a couple of days before things went batty.”
Harry nodded. “It’s a good idea to wait. We’ll need to contact the Headmistress.”
“Can we tomorrow?” Ron said and stood up from the table. His erection was fighting with the fabric of his pants. “Using magic is just ... fuck. We definitely aren’t ready to go back yet.”
Harry licked his lips and said, “Definitely not.”
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Draco woke up in the early morning hours. His bondmates still slept.
Bondmates. He had not planned on bonding with anyone after the mess of the war. He did not think anyone would even want to.
Carefully, as to not wake the others, Draco climbed from the bed. Harry huffed in his sleep and curled up closer to Ron. Smiling, Draco leaned down and kissed his shoulder. He moved through the room and put on a pair of his own track pants and one of Ron’s jumpers that was oversized and warm and smelled a little like woodsmoke.
He left the bedroom quietly and then said, “Kreacher.”
The old elf popped in front of him and bowed. “Yes, Master Malfoy?”
Draco swallowed. “Is there a crow’s nest on this house?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Take me there.”
The elf touched his knee and in the next moment, Draco found himself outside at the top of the house. He stumbled on the landing.
“I meant through the house so I can find it on my own,” Draco said, “but thank you. I’ll call you when I am ready to leave.”
“It is possible that Master Potter and Master Weasley and Miss Hermione may wonder where you are before then.”
Draco smiled and nodded. “You can tell them.”
Kreacher bowed and said, “I will bring you tea, Master Malfoy.”
“Thank you.”
“An honour, sir.” The elf disappeared.
Draco sat on the small bench in front of the little window that led to this space. He stared out across the tops of neighboring houses and into the London fog that blanketed the city in the early mornings.
He thanked Kreacher for the tea and biscuits when the elf returned, and then sipped on the hot, green and lemon tea while contemplating his life.
Bonded. Wow. He had no idea how to explain this to his mother. He wondered if he should, but it did not feel right to keep it from her. She had already lost her husband and her friends and her standing in society. Despite that, she kept her head up, she was trying to better herself just like Draco was, and she was doing it with impeccable charm. He had told her about his relationship with Harry, so maybe she could handle this.
He felt he did owe her an explanation, because she had gone out of her way to attempt to find a private tutor and then he’d just suddenly said, “I’m going back to Hogwarts.” She had supported him and asked no questions, and helped him decide how to work with Harry Potter without getting into petty fights.
His mother had always been his constant supporter. Secret or not, she deserved to know about this, especially if he was going to be having children with Hermione.
Merlin, their kids better not inherit her hair.
Draco shut his eyes and thought about his magic. He had always felt it, especially with a wand in his hand. It simmered in his soul, almost right where his new magical tattoo was. It had been the focus for it. He still felt it, but so much stronger than before. Just a thought had a small breeze blowing over him, and he felt powerful enough to remove the fog from the city.
If Voldemort had taught him anything it was just because you can doesn’t mean you should.
Instead, Draco opened his eyes and focused on his hand and watched a single leaf spiral in the small twister that rose from his palm. The magic enveloped him and he loved it, loved the feeling, loved the power, and soon to be control. He knew better than to think this small experiment meant he had complete control. He wasn’t that daft.
Sophia had explained about potions, and Draco really wanted to know how this new power would affect his brewing. He’d ask Harry if there was a place where he could practice something special like a Shrinking Solution or a Pepper Up.
To his surprise, the next person to join him wasn’t one of the Golden Trio, but Sophia. She smiled widely at him as she climbed through the window. Her purple robe was wrinkly and covered in dust, but only for as long as it took for her to wave a hand at herself and it all settled down. After sitting, Kreacher popped in and offered her a cup of tea and another plate of biscuits.
“So. How are you doing?” she asked.
“Good,” Draco answered.
“Mostly?”
Draco looked out over the sun-brightened houses. “Yes, mostly. It’s still new. It’s still ...”
“Pretty and shiny and sexy?”
Draco chuckled. “Yes.”
“It will stay that way, if you let it.”
“Is this a ‘don’t fall into the same hubris as Salazar Slytherin’ speech?”
Sophia’s eyes twinkled and she hid her smile behind her mug. “The Founders bonded in slightly similar circumstances. Slytherin and Gryffindor were lovers, but their society demanded they marry, so they did. To Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff. There was always a little bit of resentment. Slytherin wanted Gryffindor to himself, but Gryffindor convinced them to form the bond to make the school stronger.”
“So Gryffindor was an idiot. No surprise.”
“The other two also blamed him when Slytherin left. No one really knows the exact reason why he left.”
“He’s a Slytherin, probably self-preservation.”
“Yes, but it didn’t work. He may have taken himself out of the bond, so he no longer had to be with the other four and no longer sought their company, but it was still there, connected to his magic. It is irreversible. So when Gryffindor killed himself, all four of them died.”
Draco nodded. “The Golden Trio were foolish to try to bond with only three of them.”
“They’re lucky to have you,” she said, “and not just because otherwise you’d all be dead. Air controls all we do. Air creates water and rainstorms, air fuels fire, and air gives life to plants. Much can be said for the others, where earth fuels fire, but water destroys it, as does some earth. And earth and water fight for the same space. None of the other three can form any type of connection without air. You are their center. You will always be their center.”
A pretty vivid image of himself impaled on both Ron and Harry’s cocks while Hermione sucked on his filled his brain and he cleared his throat.
Sophia laughed. “Only a few things can ever curb the lust between bondmates.”
Draco thought of McGonagall and Madame Pomfrey. Yep, that still worked.
“So Professor McGonagall is part of another bonding,” Draco said.
Sophia hummed. “I knew you’d be smart enough to figure that out. Minerva discovered the bond in much the same way Hermione did, but she was even more tenacious. She found the four of us when we were living in Persia and demanded to know all about the bond. We attempted to thwart her, but nothing stands in Minerva’s way when she wants something. She and Rolanda had been lovers, and with Poppy and Pomona, had formed a very strong friendship centered on them being different from others of their time. All four readily agreed to the bond. I do not think they have had any of the same problems as Gryffindor and Slytherin.”
“And you four?”
She smiled. “We fight and bicker like most couples, but as always, we would give up our lives for each other.”
“And you haven’t? I mean, it’s been thousands of years.”
“A fair number, yes, but we enjoy life, we enjoy seeing the way the world works and changes. We have discussed a suicide pact many times.”
Draco took a deep breath. “What about children? The other three are talking about children.”
Sophia’s eyes unfocused and she frowned. “It is painful to watch a child die before you, Draco. You may believe you want it, you may even enjoy it, but there is nothing more painful. Henri and I had two children. We worked very hard on contraceptive spells and potions after that. Henri is listed as the inventor of the first ones. But do not forget that Hermione is the ultimate one to make that decision because it would not be fair or right to force her into having a child she does not want. And no guilt trips. You listen to her just as you would listen to any of the other three in your bond. There are some things where even compromise does not work.”
Something tingled on Draco’s chest and he lifted a hand to touch the area that he knew where the tattoo was.
“Tattoo?” Sophia said.
“How did you know?”
“It’s a manifestation of the elements.”
“Hermione said there was no mention of them in the notes.”
Sophia shook her head. “No, there isn’t. Because they look different. My air tattoo doesn’t look anything like yours and it’s in a completely different spot. But if it’s tingling ... well.” Sophia stood up and rubbed her hands on her robes. “I feel magic swirling again. You best get back to your bondmates. Kreacher!”
Draco had enough time to eat the last biscuit before Kreacher was obeying Sophia’s orders and taking him right back to the room where his three lovers were already in the bed and entwined.
“Told you so,” Harry said. “Told you that if we started fucking that he’d appear.”
Draco smiled and leaned over him for a kiss while Ron’s hands worked on taking off his clothes. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
Part 12: Back to School
Part 10: A Grave Man
Part 9: A Better Week
Part 8: Research is Foreplay
Part 7: Sexy Strategy
Part 6: Broomsticks and Snakes
Part 5: Forgiveness Under the Stars
Part 4: A Few of My Favorite Things
Part 3: Sexy Secrets
Part 2: School Days
Part 1: Home Sweet Home
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Pairing: Harry/Draco/Ron/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters are definitely not mine, nor is the Harry Potter Universe. I am only borrowing them for my own perverted amusement. No money is made.
Summary: Draco needs an O on his Potions N.E.W.T. to even think about a Potions Mastery, which means he has to go back to Hogwarts for the "eighth year." He has plans to keep his head down, stay out of trouble, and just survive. Enter the Golden Trio who decide that's a bad idea and drag Draco right into the middle of their secret.
A/N: Elemental fic. Lots of magic. Some misuse of magic because I'm pretty sure JK Rowling did not intend for magic to make sex kinky. There are some master/sub themes and some light bondage.
This belongs in the category of EWE (Epilogue? What Epilogue?). It is Book 7 compliant. Mostly. It's been a long time since I read book 7.
This is cross-posted on my Ao3 "ddelusionall" account: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11926701/chapters/26956032
Part 11: Bondage
Draco could not sleep. He lay in Harry’s uncomfortable lumpy bed with substandard linens and stared at the wispy starry canopy above them. Hermione had mostly just cried herself to sleep, silent even in her tears. Before falling asleep, Harry had kissed them all, randomly, over and over again, hands and mouth belaying his nerves by shaking.
Based on the staggered breathing next to him, Ron was not asleep either.
Draco sighed and shifted closer to him and away from Harry and Hermione. Ron did not say anything, but lifted his arm and let Draco curl up against him, arm one curled against his side and the other across his stomach. Seeking warmth, Draco slid his hand under Ron’s T-shirt.
After a few minutes, Ron whispered, “There was a lot of talk before, about how Hermione balances me, and how Harry did not have that balance, remember?”
Draco hummed.
“This though.” Ron squeezed his shoulder. “It’s ... it’s different. I said before you fuel me, make me stronger, and Hermione might be able to counter that, but I like this feeling more. I don’t feel like I have to hold myself back with you, and I don’t feel like you’d ever accept anything but all of me, and that is refreshing. Sometimes with Hermione and Harry, I feel like I’m walking on through a dragon’s egg nest.”
Draco cleared his throat.
“The severity of all of this is daunting,” Ron continued. “I’m not sure how to mentally deal with this idea of immortality. As wizards, we were going to live a long time anyway, but I don’t think I want to live for two thousand years.”
“Maybe ...” Draco sighed. “I guess maybe we could sign a magically binding pact where we decide to end it sooner.”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe we should discuss that after this ritual, because if something goes wrong, we’re all going to die anyway.”
Ron took a deep breath. “Hermione is really, really sorry. She had no idea.”
“I know,” Draco said. “I’ll forgive her if this doesn’t kill me.”
“I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you that out of everyone that owes Harry a life debt, I’m glad the magicks chose you.”
Draco snorted.
“I’m serious. I actually think that even Filch owes him one.”
Draco buried his laughter against Ron’s shoulder. “I guess I’m glad, too. I mean ... I don’t know. You lot don’t owe me anything, especially not forgiveness. I guess I’m thankful the magicks chose me, too. It just proves that in different circumstances, we might have been friends in school.”
“Well, maybe. Circumstances or not, you would have been in Slytherin no matter what, and there’s no way I am anything but a Gryffindor.”
“Rivals, then. Not enemies.”
“Maybe. The important thing is that we’re friends now.”
Draco smiled and pulled himself a bit more on top of Ron, hand on his chin and turning his face for a kiss. “Lovers.”
“Merlin,” Ron breathed and continued the kiss.
Draco groaned and flung his leg over Ron’s thighs. He tried not to hump him and failed. Their kiss deepened, and one of Ron’s hands was in his hair, pulling his mouth into place, and the other was on his ass, practically egging him on.
It had been more than a week since his last orgasm, and Draco was spiraling toward pleasure way faster than he thought possible.
And then other hands yanked him away from Ron and they both moaned in disappointment.
Harry chuckled. “Horny bastards. Wait.”
Draco turned his head to Harry and kissed him instead. Harry moaned and did not stop Draco from rolling them over, and Harry had his hands in Draco’s hair and legs wrapped around him in a moment.
Hermione sighed. “I guess I’ll be the one to bring up McGonagall and Professor Sprout naked and--”
Harry and Draco both yanked away and made a face.
Ron laughed at them, but propped up on an elbow and ran his hand down Draco’s side. “So effective.”
“I really think that Madam Hooch is in there too,” Hermione said. “McGonagall is definitely fire. Madam Pomfrey is water, Madam Hooch is air, Sprout is obviously earth.”
“Makes sense,” Harry said.
“What doesn’t make sense is why Slytherin left the Founders Bond,” Draco said. “We all know that he had a disagreement with the others about accepting students at Hogwarts, but that doesn’t seem like a big enough reason to just up and sever a bond and throw Gryffindor into a bad enough depression to kill them all.”
Hermione frowned. “I wonder if Mrs. Whetle knows.”
“She probably does. The Founders made the bond after them.”
“I’m getting hungry,” Draco said. “Is it okay to eat so soon before the bond?”
“For you, I’d say yes,” Hermione said. “You need all the strength you can get right now.”
“Should we go down to the kitchen?” Harry asked. “Or do you want me to call for Kreacher?”
“Kreacher,” Draco said. “You guys got a nap and I didn’t. I’m really tired.”
“I can feed you with my fingers so you don’t have to do anything.”
Draco made a face and said, “No thanks, Weasel. With your table manners, I’d end up with more food on my face than in my mouth.”
“Anything else you want in your mouth, Ferret?”
Draco blushed and shoved him over. “Shut up.”
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A few minutes before midnight, the two sets of elemental wizards met in the main parlour of Grimmauld place. Already, the rooms had a cleaner, brighter shine to them.
“We cannot stay,” Diamber said. “Our magicks cannot interfere with the bond.”
“Merlin forbid we somehow form an octuplet bond,” Julian said.
“Merlin was an arrogant prat,” Henri said, “sort of like someone else I know,” he lifted an eyebrow at Julian, “and I truly wish you would stop using his name in such a way. It is all your fault that his wretched name is used so frivolously these days.”
Julian smirked.
“Children,” Sophia said patiently.
Both of them stuck out their tongues at her.
“We will be back in twenty-four hours to check on you,” Diamber said.
“To make sure you aren’t dead,” Julian added. “Although there won’t be much we can do if you are. Good luck.”
He jauntily saluted them and headed for the door.
Sophia smiled after him. “Everything you need is up in the room. And Kreacher is under strict orders to not interfere or go anywhere near you unless you specifically call for him. Be cautious, be safe.” She followed Julian out the door. Henri trialed after her with a wave and a goodbye.
“You’ll be fine, children,” Diamber said. “All four of you are very strong, and according to Minerva, the strongest of your classmates. You’ve faced challenges that many have never even had to consider. You’ve bonded over those challenges and it is that bond, the one of friendship, that will make this one successful.” She winked. “And remember, enjoy yourselves. This is for love.”
Harry squeezed Draco’s hand. “Thank you for your help.”
The others echoed him.
“You’re welcome, dear. You’ll all be fine.” She patted Draco’s shoulder and followed her bondmates out of the house.
The four of them stood in silence after the door shut.
Finally it was Ron who huffed and said, “Better get started.”
“Yeah,” Hermione said and headed up the stairs, Ron right behind her.
Draco moved to follow, but Harry tugged on his arm. Turning, he found himself in a firm hug and then with a firm kiss to his lips.
“I love you,” Harry said.
Draco frowned.
“I do, and you can’t say anything to dissuade me from that. The last few days, well, the last two weeks, I just ... I’ve never been good at expressing my feelings, but I feel like I don’t have to with you. You usually just get it.”
Draco smiled. “It takes a lot of intelligence to decipher the nonsense that comes out of your mouth, Potter.”
Harry smiled. “Good thing it has other uses, isn’t it, mate?”
“Very very good.”
Draco pulled him close for another kiss. Ron shouted at them to hurry up.
Draco’s trepidation grew with each stair. The only thing that kept him moving and not succumbing to the Slytherin instinct of self-preservation was Harry’s warm hand on his back, and Ron’s welcoming smile as he climbed the stairs, and Hermione’s concerned face.
He went to her first, sliding his hands around her waist and pressing a long kiss to her lips. Her chest hitched and when he pulled away; she was crying again. He wiped at her cheeks.
“Let’s go get bonded,” he whispered.
She smiled and nodded.
“I’m nervous,” Draco admitted, “but you’ve done this one before. Second time should be easy, right? No mistakes?”
She shook her head. “No, and you read the instructions and our notes. We’ll be fine.”
“And after, we’ll be fine, after, as well?”
“That’s the goal.”
“We better get started,” Harry said, just as the downstairs clock started chiming midnight.
Ron opened the door into the room, and Draco felt a rush of energy. He shut his eyes and followed the tug on his arm.
The entire room was stripped bare save for a high table against one wall. A series of pots and jars sat upon it.
“I’ll get the circle started,” Hermione said, picking up a clear jar full of a weird red mixture: the clay, water, ash and berries.
“And we’ll get naked,” Ron said.
Draco snorted. “What?”
“Trust us,” Harry said while tugging the heavy sweater over his head. “It is so much better.”
Draco swallowed roughly and started stripping. His hands shook and the energy in the room had his skin breaking out in goose flesh. He felt anxious and insecure, turning to the side a bit to hide himself, which made no sense since the three of them had seen him naked so often.
Harry slid close to him, hands snaking around his waist. Lips touched his shoulder and Draco shut his eyes.
Hermione’s voice murmured in the background, Latin spells that made the energy shimmer, as she laid out the mixture in a circle.
Ron’s hotter body curled around both of them, arms pulling them close.
“We have to be careful not to use too much magic,” Ron murmured. “I can already feel myself spiraling.”
“Burning us all would be bad, Ron,” Harry said.
Ron smiled. “Time enough for that later.” His hot hand cupped Draco’s ass and Draco moaned. His dick pulsed, growing and sliding along Harry’s side.
Harry shivered.
“Boys, focus,” Hermione said as she settled the pewter goblets in their correct locations. “Get in the circle and sit please.”
Draco took one more deep breath of courage, shutting up the sudden and persistent voice that told him this was stupid and he was about to die. It sounded like his father.
Ron held his hand as they walked toward Hermione. He bent over to kiss her cheek and squeezed Draco’s hand and then led him into the circle.
Each location was marked with a symbol: a leaf for Harry, a single flame for Ron, a water droplet for Hermione, and a curl signifying air for Draco. Strips of the berries, clay, ash and water mixture formed straight lines and connected all four of them to each other. In the middle of the circle were lengths of rope.
Ron and Harry sat right on their symbols, the pewter goblets in front of them. Draco copied them, shifting a bit at the weird texture of dirt on his bare skin. A pure silver blade almost hummed next to the goblets. His breath sped up, and then Hermione closed the circle.
A heavy rush of wind blew at them, disturbing their hair and buffeting them with its warmth. But nothing else moved, and Draco leaned back into it with his eyes shut and smiled. It almost felt like being on a broom.
“Shit,” Ron muttered, and Hermione hushed him.
It was a few moments later, of Hermione muttering the spells from the book, that Draco felt the circle take him. He was in control of himself, but he also wasn’t. The magicks compelled him and led his movements. It was easy to lift the knife in one hand. It was easy to press the blade against his skin.
He had feared the part where he cut his own hand, but the slice of the knife did not hurt. The thin slice did not bleed at first, and then the wound welled with blood. Draco held his hand over the goblet. The first drop of blood sizzled with the contents already in the goblet, and then four more followed. The magicks closed the wound and the contents in the goblet bubbled and then stilled.
He glanced up at the other three. It was like looking through fog. Or smoke. Concerned, he looked at Ron, and saw that he was smoking. Literally smoking, and his face was twisted in pain. Panic bubbled in him and he tried to move, but couldn’t get up. The smoke washed away with a breath of wind and Ron’s eyes sought his and he tried to smile, though it was a grimace, and then the magicks twisted around Draco again, and as one they lifted the goblets. The liquid burned down his throat and Draco screamed and realized that the noise did not go past his mind. He felt the potion’s trip down his throat, each centimeter throwing another burst of pain through his limbs. Frozen, dulled, twisted and changed. Completely changed. He could not move, he could not breathe or swallow. Barely think.
Except a single line, a single phrase.
Aer enim est fons vitae.
It rolled through his mind and rolled off his tongue and echoed around them, merging and molding with the other three’s voices, until it was one noise and one sound and one phrase that had no translation and no meaning, but unbidden it fell from Draco’s lips, each repetition like a knife to his heart and pain tingled all the way to his fingertips.
Harry moved first, a sensuous crawl to the middle of the circle, and Draco felt himself able to move. He followed the compulsion to the middle of the circle and helped the other two restrain Harry with the rope. The magicks twisted through everything, and the rope almost felt alive, going where it was guidened, tightening on wrists and ankles until Harry was kneeling, right in the middle of the circle. His wrists and ankles were tied together, a thick strand of rope around his neck and down the front of him, rubbing on reddened skin and leaving white lines of scratches on his stomach. The rope wrapped around his cock and balls just once and then snaked between his legs and connected to the rope around his wrists and ankles.
The magic pulsed and Harry’s body bent backwards.
Draco slid his fingertips up Harry’s side and leaned forward. When his mouth touched Harry’s skin, a low moan echoed through him and Harry shook, his body pulsing, his skin bursting with gooseflesh. His moan was louder as it echoed around them. Draco found his nipple and sucked harshly, almost feeling magic enter his mouth. One hand kept him steady on the floor and the other moved up and down Harry’s thighs and hip and down to cup his balls. His hand occasionally brushed against Ron’s or Hermione’s. Harry’s moans grew louder. The magicks twisted around them faster, almost like a tornado of silent wind. No, not wind. Energy. Energy and feelings.
Draco pulled away from Harry’s nipple and sank back to his knees, breathing heavily.
Harry was pulled taut in the bindings his chest and stomach arched, his head almost to his bound elbows. Like a bow ready to release an arrow.
And then he was coming, spraying his release around them and up over his body. It was Hermione who scooped it up from his skin and into the goblet. Another spark of energy and Harry’s scream was pure and clear in their heads. His cock throbbed again and he was spraying more of his release. It happened again and again. The pleasure continued for longer than Draco thought possible until the goblet was half full of Harry’s release.
And then the ropes just slid off Harry and he sagged to the ground, back rising and falling with his heavy breaths.
Ron helped him move back to his spot and as soon as he was there, his heavy breathing stopped and he was in complete control of himself.
More unknown Latin phrases spilled from Draco’s mouth, and then it was Ron being drawn into the middle of the circle. The magicks snagged him in the same way and the ropes, covered with Harry’s release, bound him in the same position with his body in a perfect curve and his large and proud cock standing tall and already dripping.
He was facing Draco, and Draco licked his lips, lowering his head, like a magical hand was pushing him down by the neck. He moaned at the first touch of cock to lips and then he sank down on Ron’s erection, taking him all the way. A moment of clarity had him wondering how he managed to take all of Ron’s cock into his throat when he hadn’t been able to before, but because all of this was so strange, the magicks helping him deepthroat Ron’s heavy dick made perfect sense.
And so did not being able to breathe while he did it. Draco focused on the feel of him, pushing deep in his throat, sliding back to his lips, and over and over again while he bobbed his head. He wanted to speed up, but the magicks kept him in check, a steady movement, a perfect blowjob. They let him touch and Draco did, tugging on Ron’s balls, sliding his hands under his thighs to tease his ass and slip a finger into his body. And then two and then three, until he was pumping four fingers into Ron to the same tempo as he sucked on him.
When he slowed, when he started to pull away, he protested with a moan. He wanted to always do this, always be right here, and how dare the magicks not let him gag on a load of Ron’s come after doing all this work. He needed it in his mouth, all over his face, and inside him! But the magicks yanked him back and Ron was coming, more than even Harry, and it was Draco’s job to scoop it into the goblet, using his fingers to get as much of it into the cup as possible.
Ron’s cock throbbed and dribbled more into the goblet, and Draco held his cock down and let it drip right into the mixture. He jerked Ron off to another immediate orgam, and when his release curled over his knuckles, Draco said fuck it and brought his hand up to his mouth to lick it clean. Ron’s come was hot in his mouth, and Draco wanted to fall forward again and lick the rest of it up. The magicks let him do so and just for a little more of a taste, he leaned down and sucked on the head of Ron’s dick. Almost on cue, his cock throbbed and exploded and Draco gagged on the sudden mouthful of come. Someone near him chuckled, but he swallowed and only let a few drops escape his mouth. They dripped from his chin and into the goblet.
The magicks were in control again and just as suddenly it was Hermione in the circle, already dripping wet and wide open. Ron went down on her with fingers and mouth, and Draco found himself at a breast, kneading and sucking and kissing it. He opened his eyes just once, and they latched with Harry’s who was sucking on her other breast. They were swirling with green, sparking with lightning. Draco wondered if his were the same. His hands slid over her ass and pressed into her, sharing the tight hole with one of Harry’s fingers. Her moans were so loud and Draco seriously wanted and needed to get his cock into that tightness. But the magicks only let him add another finger.
Hermione’s body quaked through her release, and Ron was there between her legs to catch the sudden gush of her pleasure. But the magicks did not let her go, and instead of his mouth, Ron went into her with his dick, fingers on her clit. He slammed into her from the odd angle, hand holding her hip. Her entire body shook so hard with her second orgasm that the fluid dripped from around Ron’s dick and toward the floor. The magicks twisted the goblet at just the right time to get it, and then Ron was back at her with his mouth for a taste and two more orgasms before the magicks released her.
Anxiety permeated the blessed empty and fuzzy feeling of the magicks swirling through Draco’s mind and body. He moved, compelled, to the center of the circle. His breath sped up and then there were hands on him and rope and pleasure stole everything away. There was nothing but pleasure. Mouths hands moans, and his body was on fire, on edge. A hot mouth at his dick, others on his skin. His channel clenched around nothing and then relaxed, gaping open for something to fill it. Only a finger or two every now and then. It wasn’t enough, nowhere satisfying enough. He wanted a cock, a big fat cock or two, forcing him open, forcing him down.
Hands ran over his skin, feeling like sandpaper and burning as the pleasure took over. His gasps and moans echoed through his mind. His body was not his to control. The pleasure pooled in his stomach, and then he was choking on it, too strong too much, with no outlet. Fire burned under his skin again, the sound of water rushed through his brain, and he felt as if the ropes were vines instead, and everything twisted in a sudden wind of pain, and he was screaming internally, mouth open in silence, as his body released the pleasure in heavy jerks, and he was coming all over himself and all over everything.
There was no relief from the pleasure of the first orgasm, and his body immediately went into the same cycle and he was screaming, jerking and coming again and then again. It felt like it went on for hours, it felt like his body was held at the precipice of orgasm for days. With no relief, and then everything slithered off him. A weird shimmering feeling behind his eyes and along his skin, and he felt broken and open and bare, heart mind and soul.
He sagged in the middle of the circle, the ropes sliding off him and leaving him feeling empty and alone.
So empty. He wanted to cry, probably would have if it hadn’t been for the aftereffect, the little bursts of pleasure stealing everything from him and making his cock pulse out small bits of come.
And then he was compelled again, to move and he crawled back to his corner, and then took a heavy swallow of the mixture from his goblet. He held out his hand and another goblet was put into it and he drank, passing it around, drinking passing drinking passing drinking passing until the goblets were empty and Draco was trying with his fingers to get the last dredges of the best mixture into his mouth.
Goblets clattered to the floor and then the pain started, in his chest, in his soul, and he screamed, trying to twist away from it. The only thing that curbed the pain was touching skin, more skin, hot skin, wet skin, warm skin, and his ... his cool skin. More touches and hands and kisses and the wind and the world faded, and then he was clear and his hands were gripping Harry’s ass, and he was thrusting inside and finally something heavy and thick was inside him, stretching him open and he was coming and coming. Inside Harry, or Hermione, and then Ron and then over his own stomach with cries and whimpers around them.
A cycle of clarity and pleasure and confusion, and with each round, Draco grew a bit more in control of himself and a bit more aware of the vines and water around him, and the fire keeping them all warm. Wind whipped through their hair, and his cries echoed around them as he came again, and then again. Into a sudden and welcome oblivion.
---
When Draco woke up, he had to squeeze his eyes shut and let his mind catch up to his body. Awake? More like conscious of his surroundings. He had obviously been awake and doing something.
Doing Harry. Sliding into his body. Hands behind Harry’s knees, holding him open. Fucking through what was probably a lot of come. And lube. It seeped from Harry’s stretched and reddened rim.
Bollocks.
Draco slowed his thrusts, blinking roughly as his vision cleared. Sort of. The edges wavered under the tight grip of pleasure.
Harry growled, gripping Draco’s thighs and pushing him back, pulling him forward. “Move, move.”
Draco tried, but he was still so very confused. Warmth molded to his back.
“He just needs a little help,” Ron said, lips against Draco’s ear.
He shuddered and them moaned, his hips jerking back as Ron slid inside him. The tight grip on his cock loosened, and then was back as Ron thrust forward, forcing Draco back inside Harry.
“There we go,” Ron said.
Harry moaned, and Draco moaned, his mouth open. The vision went fuzzy again, and whatever clarity of mind he had for that brief moment was gone, sucked into lust, chaos, and love of warmth and power.
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Hours blurred. Orgasms blurred. Feelings blurred. Sometimes it was dark in the room when Draco grew aware of himself. Sometimes it was bright with sunlight. He did not know anything beyond his own skin. Even the simple act of thinking caused a multitude of painful twists in his mind and body.
Thinking was overrated when you had three perfect, gorgeous, eager lovers in your bed.
A moment of clarity after an orgasm lengthened to clarity of a few minutes and then a half hour. A full half hour.
Though a couple of his bedmates were not so fortunate. Harry was on his hands and knees, his mouth between Hermione’s legs, fingers inside her while he sucked at her clit. Both were moaning, bodies rocking.
Draco lifted his head and saw Ron passed out on the other side of the bed.
When he looked back at HarMione, he felt compelled to join them. It was a feeling he did not mind listening to and it thudded through him to the same tempo as Hermione’s breasts bounced from rocking herself down onto Harry’s fingers and mouth. He crawled to them and stopped one breast in a firm grip and sucked the nipple into his mouth. Hermione cried out, hand wrapping around him and fingers questing for his ass. Draco shifted enough to let her, and two of her fingers slipped into him easily. She yanked on him and whimpered his name followed by, “Cock, suck on your dick, please.”
Again, Draco obeyed, moving one knee over to her other side. With fingers inside him, she found his dick with her mouth and he thrust down, into her throat. Her moans echoed around him and he stayed up on his hands and knees, mouth open. Harry pulled away from her with his mouth, pulled her legs up and out and sank his dick into her wet body. She almost bit down on Draco’s dick as her body shuddered and then kept shuddering. Harry thrust into her wildly, stopping when Draco had enough of watching and being jealous of Hermione’s pussy. He wanted that dick, and he pushed Harry back hard enough and managed to get his own mouth around his dick. Only Harry’s moans were not muffled and he fucked hard and fast, almost gagging Draco with his cock and then with his come.
Draco swallowed it down and with each pulse of pleasure, he lost a little bit more of himself and all was gone in their lust.
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It took days before Draco stopped fucking long enough to eat. It took days before all four of them managed to get themselves under control. Sort of.
They still touched, moving to each other no matter where they were or what room they were in. They ate with kisses, they slept with touches, and they were always naked. Hermione once tried to put on a T-shirt, one of Ron’s so it was baggy and hid nothing. Ron threw fire at it and then pounced on her.
Draco did not mind. More skin to touch and kiss and love.
It took a few days for all four of them to realize that they each had a brand new magical tattoo. In the same spot, over their ribs, just under the chest, on the left side. Ron’s was fire, dancing in a silent wind. Harry’s was a skittering of leaves, turning colors from green to orange to brown as they blew over his skin. Hermione’s was a rainstorm, with little puddles forming at the base of the tattoo and others being tossed in the wind. And Draco’s was a silvery twist of air, spiraling and curling on itself.
“There were no notes about these,” Hermione said while Draco ran his finger over hers. “I am going to ask Professor McGonagall or Madame Whetle when we see them again.”
“When will that be?” Draco asked.
Hermione shrugged. “I already feel much better than I did last time after four days, so maybe we won’t be as ill feeling as before. Maybe we’ll get back to class by Monday!”
Ron groaned from the bed.
Harry chuckled and muttered something about making Ron feel better, and the lust within them all flared, and Hermione bit her lip and left her chair and Draco’s lap. Draco licked his lips, watching her walk. Thighs and ass covered in bite marks and handprints. For a moment, he thought that he wouldn’t mind watching, but as soon as she was close enough, Harry was biting her thigh and Ron was kissing her, hand squeezing her ass, and Draco wanted to get inside her first. He jumped from the chair and joined the three of them on the bed.
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A week after the bond, they managed to go a few hours between each bout of sex. They managed to stay dressed in comfortable clothes for a little while, and they even managed to get down to the kitchen for food.
Kreacher quivered in their presence and the usual disdain he felt for Harry was replaced with an awe at the power inside them.
“Should we talk about being immortal yet?” Ron asked.
Harry almost spit out his tea. Hermione cleared her throat and shifted uncomfortably on her chair. Draco tightened his grip on the spoon he had been using to scoop up the fruit and cream dish Kreacher had prepared for them.
“Maybe not,” Ron said after a moment of silence.
“I’m not sure how to talk about it,” Hermione said. “We can’t change it.”
“What’s done is done,” Draco said. He found that after the completion of the bond, eternity didn’t seem so bad. “And it’s not like we can make a magical pact right now and say, in five hundred years we are going to die. What if we’re working on something very important in five hundred years?”
“Yeah, that’s smart,” Hermione said. “I think as long as we’re open and honest with each other all the time, then we’ll be all right. If one of us is tired, if one of us is just done, it’s important that you can come to us. I don’t want one of us to decide to poison us all.”
“Another thing we have to think about is children,” Ron said.
Hermione frowned and nodded.
“Children?” Draco said, holding his fork steady.
“Mum is already asking us about grandchildren,” Ron said. “We figured that after ... after, the four of us would live together of course, but in public our relationships would be me and Hermione and you and Harry, that way we didn’t cause any suspicion. But Harry wants kids, I want kids ... The Malfoys need an heir, yes?”
“My mother would ...”
You do you, her note had said.
“Actually, I don’t know what my mother would think if I had a child with a Muggleborn.”
“So too soon to be talking about this,” Harry said. “We’re not even done with school!”
“Ugh, school,” Ron said. “Do we really have to go back? We got what we came for.”
Hermione drained her tea and said, “Turn it into a mouse.” She pointed to the teacup.
Ron furrowed his face and flung his hand at it. There was a little pop from the amount of power he used, but the mouse still had a flower pattern on its fur and when Ron tried to turn it back into a teacup, it still had a tail.
“Fine, fine,” Ron said. “We’re going back to school.”
“Not for another week,” Hermione said. “We really need to make sure we can control ourselves and not start fires or flood things or cause random tornadoes. I feel more powerful and in control, but remember, we felt the same way for a couple of days before things went batty.”
Harry nodded. “It’s a good idea to wait. We’ll need to contact the Headmistress.”
“Can we tomorrow?” Ron said and stood up from the table. His erection was fighting with the fabric of his pants. “Using magic is just ... fuck. We definitely aren’t ready to go back yet.”
Harry licked his lips and said, “Definitely not.”
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Draco woke up in the early morning hours. His bondmates still slept.
Bondmates. He had not planned on bonding with anyone after the mess of the war. He did not think anyone would even want to.
Carefully, as to not wake the others, Draco climbed from the bed. Harry huffed in his sleep and curled up closer to Ron. Smiling, Draco leaned down and kissed his shoulder. He moved through the room and put on a pair of his own track pants and one of Ron’s jumpers that was oversized and warm and smelled a little like woodsmoke.
He left the bedroom quietly and then said, “Kreacher.”
The old elf popped in front of him and bowed. “Yes, Master Malfoy?”
Draco swallowed. “Is there a crow’s nest on this house?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Take me there.”
The elf touched his knee and in the next moment, Draco found himself outside at the top of the house. He stumbled on the landing.
“I meant through the house so I can find it on my own,” Draco said, “but thank you. I’ll call you when I am ready to leave.”
“It is possible that Master Potter and Master Weasley and Miss Hermione may wonder where you are before then.”
Draco smiled and nodded. “You can tell them.”
Kreacher bowed and said, “I will bring you tea, Master Malfoy.”
“Thank you.”
“An honour, sir.” The elf disappeared.
Draco sat on the small bench in front of the little window that led to this space. He stared out across the tops of neighboring houses and into the London fog that blanketed the city in the early mornings.
He thanked Kreacher for the tea and biscuits when the elf returned, and then sipped on the hot, green and lemon tea while contemplating his life.
Bonded. Wow. He had no idea how to explain this to his mother. He wondered if he should, but it did not feel right to keep it from her. She had already lost her husband and her friends and her standing in society. Despite that, she kept her head up, she was trying to better herself just like Draco was, and she was doing it with impeccable charm. He had told her about his relationship with Harry, so maybe she could handle this.
He felt he did owe her an explanation, because she had gone out of her way to attempt to find a private tutor and then he’d just suddenly said, “I’m going back to Hogwarts.” She had supported him and asked no questions, and helped him decide how to work with Harry Potter without getting into petty fights.
His mother had always been his constant supporter. Secret or not, she deserved to know about this, especially if he was going to be having children with Hermione.
Merlin, their kids better not inherit her hair.
Draco shut his eyes and thought about his magic. He had always felt it, especially with a wand in his hand. It simmered in his soul, almost right where his new magical tattoo was. It had been the focus for it. He still felt it, but so much stronger than before. Just a thought had a small breeze blowing over him, and he felt powerful enough to remove the fog from the city.
If Voldemort had taught him anything it was just because you can doesn’t mean you should.
Instead, Draco opened his eyes and focused on his hand and watched a single leaf spiral in the small twister that rose from his palm. The magic enveloped him and he loved it, loved the feeling, loved the power, and soon to be control. He knew better than to think this small experiment meant he had complete control. He wasn’t that daft.
Sophia had explained about potions, and Draco really wanted to know how this new power would affect his brewing. He’d ask Harry if there was a place where he could practice something special like a Shrinking Solution or a Pepper Up.
To his surprise, the next person to join him wasn’t one of the Golden Trio, but Sophia. She smiled widely at him as she climbed through the window. Her purple robe was wrinkly and covered in dust, but only for as long as it took for her to wave a hand at herself and it all settled down. After sitting, Kreacher popped in and offered her a cup of tea and another plate of biscuits.
“So. How are you doing?” she asked.
“Good,” Draco answered.
“Mostly?”
Draco looked out over the sun-brightened houses. “Yes, mostly. It’s still new. It’s still ...”
“Pretty and shiny and sexy?”
Draco chuckled. “Yes.”
“It will stay that way, if you let it.”
“Is this a ‘don’t fall into the same hubris as Salazar Slytherin’ speech?”
Sophia’s eyes twinkled and she hid her smile behind her mug. “The Founders bonded in slightly similar circumstances. Slytherin and Gryffindor were lovers, but their society demanded they marry, so they did. To Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff. There was always a little bit of resentment. Slytherin wanted Gryffindor to himself, but Gryffindor convinced them to form the bond to make the school stronger.”
“So Gryffindor was an idiot. No surprise.”
“The other two also blamed him when Slytherin left. No one really knows the exact reason why he left.”
“He’s a Slytherin, probably self-preservation.”
“Yes, but it didn’t work. He may have taken himself out of the bond, so he no longer had to be with the other four and no longer sought their company, but it was still there, connected to his magic. It is irreversible. So when Gryffindor killed himself, all four of them died.”
Draco nodded. “The Golden Trio were foolish to try to bond with only three of them.”
“They’re lucky to have you,” she said, “and not just because otherwise you’d all be dead. Air controls all we do. Air creates water and rainstorms, air fuels fire, and air gives life to plants. Much can be said for the others, where earth fuels fire, but water destroys it, as does some earth. And earth and water fight for the same space. None of the other three can form any type of connection without air. You are their center. You will always be their center.”
A pretty vivid image of himself impaled on both Ron and Harry’s cocks while Hermione sucked on his filled his brain and he cleared his throat.
Sophia laughed. “Only a few things can ever curb the lust between bondmates.”
Draco thought of McGonagall and Madame Pomfrey. Yep, that still worked.
“So Professor McGonagall is part of another bonding,” Draco said.
Sophia hummed. “I knew you’d be smart enough to figure that out. Minerva discovered the bond in much the same way Hermione did, but she was even more tenacious. She found the four of us when we were living in Persia and demanded to know all about the bond. We attempted to thwart her, but nothing stands in Minerva’s way when she wants something. She and Rolanda had been lovers, and with Poppy and Pomona, had formed a very strong friendship centered on them being different from others of their time. All four readily agreed to the bond. I do not think they have had any of the same problems as Gryffindor and Slytherin.”
“And you four?”
She smiled. “We fight and bicker like most couples, but as always, we would give up our lives for each other.”
“And you haven’t? I mean, it’s been thousands of years.”
“A fair number, yes, but we enjoy life, we enjoy seeing the way the world works and changes. We have discussed a suicide pact many times.”
Draco took a deep breath. “What about children? The other three are talking about children.”
Sophia’s eyes unfocused and she frowned. “It is painful to watch a child die before you, Draco. You may believe you want it, you may even enjoy it, but there is nothing more painful. Henri and I had two children. We worked very hard on contraceptive spells and potions after that. Henri is listed as the inventor of the first ones. But do not forget that Hermione is the ultimate one to make that decision because it would not be fair or right to force her into having a child she does not want. And no guilt trips. You listen to her just as you would listen to any of the other three in your bond. There are some things where even compromise does not work.”
Something tingled on Draco’s chest and he lifted a hand to touch the area that he knew where the tattoo was.
“Tattoo?” Sophia said.
“How did you know?”
“It’s a manifestation of the elements.”
“Hermione said there was no mention of them in the notes.”
Sophia shook her head. “No, there isn’t. Because they look different. My air tattoo doesn’t look anything like yours and it’s in a completely different spot. But if it’s tingling ... well.” Sophia stood up and rubbed her hands on her robes. “I feel magic swirling again. You best get back to your bondmates. Kreacher!”
Draco had enough time to eat the last biscuit before Kreacher was obeying Sophia’s orders and taking him right back to the room where his three lovers were already in the bed and entwined.
“Told you so,” Harry said. “Told you that if we started fucking that he’d appear.”
Draco smiled and leaned over him for a kiss while Ron’s hands worked on taking off his clothes. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
Part 12: Back to School
Part 10: A Grave Man
Part 9: A Better Week
Part 8: Research is Foreplay
Part 7: Sexy Strategy
Part 6: Broomsticks and Snakes
Part 5: Forgiveness Under the Stars
Part 4: A Few of My Favorite Things
Part 3: Sexy Secrets
Part 2: School Days
Part 1: Home Sweet Home
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