Sins & Sinners [Harry/Draco, Severus/Draco - NC-17]
Author: bootsy_mine
Title: Sins & Sinners
Prompt: #6 Submitted by: alexis_sd
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco; Severus/Draco
Rating: R to NC-17
Warning(s): Slash sex, mutual masturbation, fellatio, groping, frottage, emo, self-harm, character death
Epilogue compliant? Not epilogue compliant.
Word Count: 7,930
Summary: Draco blames Harry for the problems in his life and decides to take revenge. His worst nightmare occurs when he falls in love with the git and its too late to save him.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warning(s): Slash sex, mutual masturbation, fellatio, groping, frottage, emo
Author's Notes: A huge thank you to my beta kristan1 who betaed my emo piece even though it isn’t her usual reading taste. To the prompter alexis_sd This was the most challenging story I’ve ever written. I hope it meets with your approval.
Sins & Sinners
Draco sat on the cold bathroom floor feeling the hard tile against his bony backside. A razorblade was held tightly between his thumb and index finger. Slowly, he brought it to his thigh and pressed down pulling it across the white, papery flesh to reveal a trickle of red blood. The trickle of blood ran down his thigh to drip and form a small puddle on the floor beneath his bent knee.
“Again, deeper. It hurt much more than that,” Harry’s voice hissed in his ear.
As a tear fell and ran down Draco’s cheek, he picked up the razor to cut a second path beside the first, watching the blood run more thickly this time.
“No, still not enough. Why don’t you try your stomach,” Harry’s voice suggested.
“Draco! Where are you?” Severus voice called out, interrupting him from his self-punishment.
“Don’t tell him I was here, you owe me that much,” Harry Potter’s ghost reminded before fading into the wall and disappearing from sight.
Draco grabbed a towel to wipe up the blood and wrap around his thigh before grabbing a second to hide himself.
Severus burst into the bathroom a moment later to scold, “Draco, why didn’t you answer me, love? You know I worry when I can’t find you.”
“I’m sorry, Sev, I was just about to have a soak,” Draco apologized.
“Would you like me to join you?” Severus offered.
“If you wish,” Draco agreed hoping Severus wouldn’t want to. He’d learned long ago that to suggest he didn’t want his lover was the surest way to get the man to insist on staying.
“I do have a potion to check,” Severus wavered.
“You know I always want you, but I understand when you can’t be here,” Draco responded.
“I’ll be back,” Severus decided, turning and leaving as quickly as he’d arrived.
Draco turned on the taps to start his bath and waited.
“You should tell him that you don’t want him anymore,” Harry suggested, reappearing over the faucet.
“Then I’d be alone,” Draco answered.
“You’d have me, I thought you wanted only me,” Harry reminded.
“I do, Harry,” Draco whined.
“Prove it,” the ghost taunted, “make him leave.”
Draco sighed. How the hell had he gotten himself into this mess? Dropping his blood stained towels and climbing into the hot water, he leaned his head back as the water turned pink from the blood still flowing from his wounds, and thought about how it had all started. Was it really only one year ago that the Dark Lord was defeated and his entire world was changed again? Draco remembered every moment like it was yesterday.
The great Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord and the remaining Death eaters that weren’t smart enough to run were rounded up and put in Ministry holding cells to await their trials. The more noteworthy Death eaters were charged first. Draco watched as MacNair, Nott, Goyle, Crabbe, and even his father were lead out of the overcrowded standing room only cells. The men didn’t return and Draco wasn’t told what their fate was. Severus remained by his side to comfort him and encourage him to keep his chin up. At night, Severus took his father’s place, to pillow his head as he lay on the floor, and during the day he ensured that no one stole Draco’s food portion. When Severus was taken to face his own trial, he warned those remaining in the holding cell to leave Draco alone or they would regret it when he saw them in Azkaban.
Draco knew that Severus was only suggesting it for his safety, but the idea of serving time in Azkaban was more terrifying than the remaining Death eaters harming him in the holding cell; which was well watched by Ministry guards due to the overcrowded conditions.
One month after the defeat of the Dark Lord, the former Death eaters were still being tried for their war crimes. Though the women were kept in separate cells, Draco was able to see his mother briefly as they were both lead upstairs to face the Wizengamot. Draco sat quietly on the prisoner’s bench between Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini to watch his mother’s trial. Despite his fear for her and his own safety, he was abstractly grateful that he would know her fate.
Narcissa sat proudly and answered every question brought before her, from when she first met the Dark Lord until the moment she defied him by lying about Harry Potter’s being killed. Next, various individuals testified that his mother was not a Death eater and further showed how she was known to be an asset to the community. Her fate seemed sealed when war hero, Harry Potter-, himself, sat on the witness stand and testified on her behalf. Draco breathed a sigh of relief when his mother was set free because she had helped the chosen one. She would be permitted to return home and resume her life. Her shackles were removed and she quietly walked to the back of the courtroom to have a seat and watch Draco’s trial to learn his fate.
Draco followed his mother’s example. He answered every question directed at him honestly, even when it put him in a bad light. Then, to his surprise, several people came forward to testify on his behalf. Professor McGonagall expressed her strong conviction that he was a child and a victim of circumstance. She pointed out his good grades, prefect status and behavior prior to the year Voldemort was camped at his home. She insisted that Draco was coerced into his poor behavior out of worry for his family and even most grown men would not have done as well under such pressure. Draco felt appreciation like never before for his Transfigurations professor. Then, to his absolute shock, Harry Potter took the stand on his behalf. Harry told the court how he had been on the tower the night Dumbledore died. He expressed his belief that Draco would have accepted Dumbledore’s offer of protection if Snape hadn’t killed the man before he had the opportunity. He also made sure that everyone knew Dumbledore did not believe Draco was capable of killing.
The Wizengamot convened for over an hour before coming to a decision. Due to the overwhelming evidence of his coercion, Draco was given only six months in Azkaban. They added that leniency was necessary due to Draco’s only being a child and being in a constant state of duress over having Voldemort in his home.
Because he was found guilty, Draco was immediately taken to Azkaban to serve his sentence. His mother called out to him to be brave and she would try to get his sentence lowered and be there for his release. Draco called out that he loved her, despite the crowd surrounding them and the photographers snapping pictures. When he arrived, he found Severus waiting for him in a cell. They discussed their trials and Draco was relieved to learn that Severus too was given leniency because of his spy work that helped the chosen one and only had to serve one year in the prison.
Due to the massive overcrowding of the wizarding prison, cells meant to hold individual prisoners were now holding two or three each. Draco learned that he was fortunate to be placed in a cell with only one other inmate, Severus. Severus informed him that this too was because of Harry Potter, who insisted that due to Draco’s age and the anger of other inmates over his mother’s helping Harry Potter, that he would be in danger. Likewise, he convinced the prison warden that Snape’s spy work would make him a terrible target. So the two were kept separate from the rest of the population and only had to deal with the torturous anguish of the prison and its Dementors. Very quickly, they grew to depend upon one another for comfort.
Draco had long admired Severus Snape and it was easy for him to make the transition from adoring pupil to lover. It began as Severus holding him nightly to soothe his nightmares and progressed to comforting kisses. Before long, there were shared wanking and blow jobs. Severus, for his part, had long been partial to young Draco’s rare beauty and easily took the comfort and affection his young body provided in the dismal prison. After two months, they’d begun shagging regularly.
When Draco was released, he almost regretted having to leave Severus behind. A part of him wished he could stay with his lover, but the call of freedom was strong and his mother arrived to take him home. Severus told him to go to Harry Potter if there were trouble and that Potter owed Severus and would help Draco to repay him if Draco needed anything.
Draco thanked his lover and with a hug and kiss and walked out of the prison to join his mother at their manor. That was when he learned of his father’s fate. It also marked another moment in his life when a simple thing changed it completely. He went from the bliss of a prison free existence and the promise of his lover’s return, to his life going completely to hell. Lucius had been sentenced to the Dementor’s Kiss. His mother was using the Malfoy fortune to fight the ruling and get him merely life in Azkaban. Draco knew that his father would prefer death to the rest of his life in that filthy prison but wisely held his tongue. It was obvious that his mother wasn’t functioning very well without his father.
As he spent his first week, it became evident that the six months his mother had spent in solitude had been very difficult for her. She would seem surprised to find Draco at mealtimes and often spoke to him as though he were still a child. At times, she seemed to confuse him with his father. Then, he noticed even stranger behavior. It appeared that his mother had begun to slip into fantasies while reality was lost to her.
Draco would join her in the parlor and listen to her have a conversation with his grandmother who had died years before. To make matters worse, neither his grandmother’s ghost nor her portrait were in the mansion, so he was unable to consult her about the delusions. As his father’s date to be kissed loomed, his mother’s madness grew worse. She stopped eating and bathing. She stopped speaking to anyone except her delusions, which now included her sisters, both the blood traitor and Bellatrix. Draco hated to admit it but he preferred the lapses with the blood traitor, as his mother was dangerous when she fantasized about Bellatrix.
While in one of her Bellatrix delusions three of their white peacocks were sacrificed to the Dark Lord to help him in his efforts to return, while his mother danced around a ring of fiendfyre that terrified Draco, as he still suffered flashbacks from the room of requirement. When his mother attempted to add a house elf to the bonfire, he intervened, convincing her that a rose bush would be more to the Dark Lord’s liking and ordering the elf to the kitchen and to stay there. They only had four elves left and Draco was loath to part with their servants.
Draco knew it was time and took his mother to St. Mungos for treatment, only to be denied as they were both considered Death Eaters and not permitted within the walls of St. Mungos. He argued loudly that his mother had been found innocent by the Wizengamot and deserved treatment but all his complaints fell on deaf ears. Knowing he had no choice, Draco took Narcissa home and begged Merlin to ensure she not do anymore damage to herself or their property until he could sort out this mess.
Despite the nasty taste it left in his mouth, Draco knew when he’d been defeated and owled the one person who might be able to help him. Harry Potter arrived at the manor and accompanied them to the hospital within an hour. To Draco’s relief, Narcissa was admitted into the Janice Thickley Ward for the course of a fortnight, where the healers would access her mental state and see if anything could be done to help her. Potter invited Draco back to his house for tea before returning to the Manor.
Draco thanked Potter for his help and assured him that Severus would be appreciative before further asking for his influence to avoid his father’s being kissed. Draco would never forget Potter’s response, “I’m sorry Draco. If it were you or your mother, I could do something, but your father was a Death Eater and had no excuse. He didn’t help me like your mother. He didn’t stop others from trying to kill me, like you did with Crabbe and he wasn’t a spy like Snape. There’s no reason the Wizengamot should grant him leniency.”
“Please Harry, I’ll do anything,” Draco begged, hating himself for resorting to begging but sure his mother would go insane without his father’s release and needing his parents.
“I’ll do what I can,” Harry agreed.
“Thank you! Thank you, Harry!” Draco cried out, pulling the other man into a tight embrace and giving him a full kiss on the mouth. To his surprise, he could feel Potter’s arousal against his thigh.
Cautiously, he rubbed his thigh against the hardness and felt it pulse in response. Draco dropped to his knees and undid the belt and zipper on Potter’s pants before the other man had any clue what he was doing. Knowing that Potter would likely stop him at any moment, he was quick to lick his prize from base to tip before swallowing it whole.
Potter moaned in both shock and bliss as Draco made speedy work of sucking the cock in his mouth. Within a minute, Potter was shuttering and spurting down his throat.
“Oh gods, Draco. I never thought that you would…gods I love you,” Potter babbled pulling Draco in for a kiss.
Draco allowed it, feeling like a first class shit for cheating on Severus, but also feeling it was worth it if Potter got his father out of the kiss. Then, he remembered sixth year and the way Potter was always following him around. Could it have been for reasons other than he knew Draco was up to no good? Draco decided to test the waters.
“I love you too. Harry. I’ve wanted you since Hogwarts,” Draco lied, eyes flickering warily back and forth between Harry’s, watching for a reaction.
“Oh gods, me too,” Harry agreed, pulling Draco tighter against his body and slowly rutting against him as he continued to kiss him back.
Harry wasn’t a bad kisser, just inexperienced and wet, Draco quickly took the lead in the kiss and began to massage Harry’s tongue with his own. If screwing Potter would get his family back, then Draco was going to screw Potter.
Taking his time, Draco removed Harry’s clothes as he deepened their kiss using his fingertips and lips to work Harry back into a lustful frenzy. Then, he stepped back and stripped for Harry, slowly removing one piece of clothing after another, until he was standing before the other man in all his naked glory.
Harry stood and stared as though in a trance. “I want you, Harry,” Draco coaxed.
Harry, never one for finesse, pounced. Draco found himself flat on his stomach on the leather sofa in Harry’s sitting room with Harry hard cock prodding at his entrance.
“Harry, have you ever?” Draco asked motioning towards his backside.
“No,” Harry admitted in a pained voice.
“It’s alright, I want you to,” Draco encouraged feeling Harry’s prick pulse against his cheeks, “just let me do a loosening and lubrication spell.”
Harry nodded and sat stroking his cock while Draco performed the two necessary charms. He much preferred a slow preparation but this being Harry’s first time, he knew Harry wouldn’t be able to handle the slow build up and he was the one doing the seducing here. As soon as the charms took effect, Draco spread his cheeks and felt Harry push right in. Harry was quick and sloppy, just like his earlier kiss but after he came, things were different.
Unlike his experiences with Severus, where the other man turned away, Harry pulled Draco against his chest and cuddled him like a teddy bear, after summoning pillows and a blanket, the two fell asleep with Draco wrapped protectively in Harry’s arms.
Draco awoke sticky, sore and strangely happy. He decided it must be because he’d tricked Harry into helping him. Surely Harry wouldn’t let his lover’s father be kissed by Dementors.
Turning in the arms that were still wrapped lovingly around him, he kissed Potter’s face to wake him.
“Mmm Draco, another round?” Harry mumbled kissing at Draco’s nose and chin with his eyes still tightly closed.
Draco chuckled and used his hands to direct Harry’s lips to his own. Harry was sporting a morning wood that felt divine against his own, despite still feeling messy from the evening before.
Harry’s hand reached down to surround both their cocks and he began to wank them in unison. Draco continued his assault on Harry’s lips, enjoying the friction and warmth of Harry in the morning. It didn’t take long for either boy to come to completion and Harry sighed with relief as they both came together.
“Want to share a shower?” Harry suggested.
“You’ve read my mind,” Draco quickly agreed, eager to wash the spunk off his belly and dried spunk off his arse and thighs from the night before. As they stood, Draco saw that Harry’s couch was positively ruined.
“Sorry about your,” Draco gestured to the couch.
“You’re more than worth it,” Harry disregarded the mess, kissing Draco again before leading him upstairs and to a bathroom with a huge shower.
They shared the warm spray and took turns washing and wanking one another again.
“I knew you’d be like this,” Harry confided pulling Draco in for another kiss before falling to his knees to suckle his cock.
“Like what?” Draco moaned unsure if he’d be able to come again so soon but definitely enjoying the suction on his cock.
“Insatiable. No one as hot as you could ever get bored with sex,” Harry answered before he proceeded to suck out Draco’s soul in the best way possible.
When they’d finished showering, Harry gave Draco a bathrobe and led him to the breakfast room for tea and muffins.
While Draco sampled the fruit tray, Harry composed a letter to the Wizengamot requesting leniency for Lucius Malfoy and the delay of the Dementor’s kiss. He then sent the owl off and pulled Draco into the bedroom until lunch.
At lunchtime, an owl arrived with a letter from the Ministry.
Dear Mr. Potter,
I am sorry to inform you that your request must be regrettably denied. Lucius Malfoy is not only a known Death eater, but one of Voldemort’s foremost supporters. Our prison is overflowing with Death eaters and there is no room for the new criminals that continue to be arrested. Even the Ministry’s holding cells are overtaxed. Lucius Malfoy is responsible for the deaths of over thirty innocent men whose only crime was failure to support He-who-must-not-be-named. If Lucius Malfoy is spared, we can not justify the sentence of others.
He will be kissed, next week, as scheduled.
Sincerely,
Kingsley Shacklebolt
Minister of Magic
“No, please Harry do something,” Draco begged.
Harry grabbed another piece of parchment and began writing a second missive. Within five minutes a second owl was on its way to the Ministry with another plea.
A week passed in which Harry wrote six missives a day and was denied each and every time. Draco continued to pleasure Harry in the bedroom and take his own pleasure, as well finding that he was never clothed in more than a pair of pajama pants or a bath robe but oddly not seeming to mind.
When the tragic day arrived and Lucius was sentenced to be kissed, Harry tried desperately to talk Draco out of attending but Draco would not be swayed. Harry took Draco to the Ministry and held his hand through the ceremony. When Lucius body was left an empty shell, everything in Draco’s world went black. Harry caught Draco’s fainting form and brought him back to Grimmauld Place.
Draco awoke in Harry’s bed surrounded by pillows and a comforter, with a roaring fire and tray containing hot chocolate and biscuits.
“Drink the chocolate, it will help counter the effect from the Dementors,” Harry encouraged, helping Draco to drink down the delicious treat as though he were a precious child that had been out in the snow too long or was suffering from a cold.
Draco told himself he hated Harry for not saving his father while Harry pampered him and comforted him and made him feel safe despite the loss of his father.
A week passed in which Harry was annoyingly kind and attentive to Draco’s every need. It was Harry who arranged to have Lucius body shell transported to the Manor to be fed and attended to until its natural death of old age. It was Harry who purchased an additional elf to take care of the empty shell that had been Draco’s father. And it was Harry that ordered the elf to keep the body sequestered to the third floor of the West Wing, as Draco had requested since he never went to the West Wing and rarely went higher than the second floor.
At the end of the week, Harry arranged to have Narcissa brought home to the Manor as well. The staff at St. Mungos declared her legally insane without hope of recovery. She was also delegated to remain on the third floor, where she happily joined her husband’s empty shell and planned parties and gala events to celebrate their upcoming nuptials.
Draco made new resolves to find ways to further avoid any interaction with his mother as well, explaining to Harry that he felt the need to be at the Manor with both the Master and Mistress unable to function properly and maintain the historical home.
Harry was quick to agree that Draco’s family needed him and moved into the guest bedroom adjacent to Draco’s own room, though Harry spent most nights in Draco’s bed. Draco quickly informed him that this was unsatisfactory, so that Harry in an effort to appease his lover, moved completely into Draco’s bedroom.
Draco was enjoying Harry’s company but a part of him was feeling very guilty about Severus who would be released from Azkaban in a little less than five months. His situation was entirely intolerable. He was two-timing his first lover with Harry. His father was essentially dead and his mother insane. With the majority of his closest friends locked in Azkaban for the rest of their natural lives, there was no one living for him to turn to for advice.
To make matters worse, Harry wanted him to go to the Weasel’s house for dinner and to introduce him to his adoptive family properly. Draco sighed in distress and promised to attend that evening but begged some private time to spend with his own parents.
Harry readily allowed him to go to the West wing to visit his father’s shell and mad mother. Draco was too lonely and frustrated to deal with his parents and their problems, so instead he veered off to the North Wing and hall of portraits located on the third floor.
There, he saw the picture of his grandfather Abraxas.
“Come now child, what could possibly have happened to cause such a long face on the Malfoy heir?” Abraxas greeted.
Remembering the elderly man’s kindness to him in his youth, Draco returned his greeting, “Hello Grandfather.”
“Now Draco, it is rude to ignore a direct question,” his grandfather scolded.
“Oh Grandfather. Everything has gone pear shaped. The Dark Lord lost the war,” Draco began to explain.
“I would think that would be a good thing, it was horrible having those miscreants in the Manor. Intolerable!” his Grandfather exclaimed.
“But his loss meant the Malfoy’s had to face the Ministry. Mother was forgiven but I had to spend six months in Azkaban and Father was given the Kiss,” Draco related.
“Your mother was always a wise woman. I’m pleased to see she managed to get out of trouble. I imagine she did her best to help you and your father?” the portrait questioned.
“Yes sir, but she wasn’t able to get me out of my Azkaban sentence and Father still received the Kiss,” Draco emphasized.
“You don’t seem the worse for wear. Why are you here talking to me instead of planning with your mother for revenge?” the portrait questioned.
“Mother’s not herself, sir. When she couldn’t prevent father from his fate, she lost her mind,” Draco admitted.
“Narcissa has followed Bellatrix into madness?” Abraxas asked to clarify.
Draco nodded his agreement.
“Who is to blame?” Abraxas demanded.
“The Ministry for damning father to the kiss and Harry Potter for not stopping it. He owes mother a life debt. He should have traded it for father’s freedom,” Draco sulked.
“Draco, don’t sulk. It doesn’t befit a Malfoy. We never sulk. We get even. The Ministry is simple enough, you just need to grease the right palms, gain the right power and take over. It shouldn’t be difficult with the war recently ended. You must take on a respectable partner and begin to attend every war relief charity they come up with. I want you helping orphans, puppies, rebuilding efforts, and any other committees they come up with,” Abraxas began to order.
“Yes sir,” Draco nodded feeling excitement begin to bubble in his belly as he considered getting back on top.
“Potter will be a bit more challenging. Do you think you could get close to him? Or better still, convince him of friendship?” Abraxas questioned.
Draco smirked, “He thinks we’re lovers. It worked to my benefit as it encouraged him to pursue father’s cause. But he didn’t manage to save him.”
“Draco, I’m impressed. Very Slytherin of you, my boy. Does he know of your displeasure at his inability to save your father?” Abraxas questioned his eyes glittering in excitement.
“No sir, he knows I am upset but not that I blame him,” Draco answered.
“Go into my old study, it’s the third door on the right. There’s a secret vault hidden behind the picture of your great grandfather Melchi. Inside you will find a book containing all the Malfoy’s Darkest objects and spells. Find the Book of Pain and bring it out here,” the portrait ordered.
Draco was quick to enter the private study, where he unlocked the secret vault behind the picture of his great grandfather Melchi. Inside was a treasure of Dark Artifacts. Draco saw a hand of glory, a devil’s sack, three cursed items, and a stack of books. Perusing the spines, he ran a finger down them until he came to the Book of Pain. Shivering with anticipation, he carefully took the book and returned to his grandfather.
“Open the book and find the section on enemies,” Abraxas directed.
Draco began to turn the pages. He found a list of forbidden spells and potions created by his ancestors but never registered. Every pureblood had a similar family book, but few had as many deathly spells as the Malfoys. Draco felt a bit of pride steel his backbone as he paged through for the section on “Enemies.”
“Read me the options, boy,” Abraxas directed.
Draco began to read aloud, “Blood boiling Curse - instantly heats the blood in your enemy’s body to the boiling point. Kills within three minutes. Counters with blood cooling charm, your enemy can recover without any permanent injury. Curse is traceable to your magic.
Blood to stone Curse - slowly changes the blood in your enemy’s body into stone. Kills within six weeks. No known counter potions or charms. Curse is traceable to your magic.
Blood to wine Curse - instantly changes the blood in your enemy’s body to wine. Kills within five minutes. Counters with sobriety potions and charms if administered quickly, your enemy can recover without any permanent injury. Curse is traceable to your magic.
Burning Alive Hex - turns your enemy into a human torch. Kills within three minutes. Curse is traceable to your magic.
Rose Poisoning Curse - Works best when the enemy is unaware of your animosity. Death is guaranteed after 30 days. Irreversible. Send your enemy a rose cursed with this spell one a day for 10 days in succession. Just one whiff of the rose each day will ensure a slow and painful death. Added benefit, the caster can not be harmed by the smell regardless of how much he/she sniffs the roses. The more sniffs the faster and more painful the death of the recipient. Usually takes twenty days before effects begin to show. Death is guaranteed within thirty days. Curse is not traceable to your magic.
Forbidden Fruit - Also known as the Snow White curse…”
“Stop, you’ve found it!” Abraxas interrupted him.
“The forbidden fruit?” Draco asked.
“No, the Rose Poisoning Curse, my grandfather Melchi developed it himself,” Abraxas explained.
Draco returned to the spell and re-read it considering. It was simple, elegant and untraceable. Best of all, no one would suspect Draco had done it with Potter for a lover and Snape safely away in Azkaban. It was practically perfect. Abraxas showed him the spell and wand movements and made Draco practice until he’d memorized both. Then Abraxas directed him to go to the rose garden and begin the poisoning.
Draco was happy to comply. He hurried down the stairs and out into the garden. The Malfoy gardens boasted many rose bushes that the elves had managed to maintain despite the Dark Lord’s tenure at their home. Searching until he found a beautiful and full red rose bush, he took his time to select a perfect red rose. Casting the spell with precision, he carried the poisonous flower into the Manor and called out to find Harry.
Sadie, his personal house elf popped up to inform him, “Master Harry is taking a nap.”
Draco slowly climbed the stairs and entered his bedroom, there sleeping on his bed was the saviour of the wizarding world. Draco carefully climbed onto the bed and laid the rose on Harry’s pillow by his face so the scent of the rose would awaken him.
“Mmm, I love the smell of roses, how did you know?” Harry mumbled his lips curving into a sexy smile.
“I just had a feeling that a Gryffindor like you would go for classic romance,” Draco answered using the rose to trace Harry’s face and putting it against his nose so he could take a big whiff.
“Mmm, the only thing I like better than this is you,” Harry’s sexy, growly, sleepy voice suggested.
“Then take me, I’m waiting,” Draco retorted before Harry turned and pounced.
After they were both sated and panting, Harry reminded Draco of their dinner plans with the Weasleys. Remembering his grandfather’s advice, Draco was quick to agree that they should attend and even helped Harry to pick out some nicer clothing to wear to the occasion.
While Ron and Hermione were slightly suspicious of his motives, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were quick to welcome him with open arms. Their eldest Bill and his wife Fleur were very pleasant and expressed joy for Harry having found someone to love. Charlie too was very encouraging. He spent the night teasing the couple that he would be happy to join them for a threesome or if they were to break things off to take whoever was in need of cheering up.
Ron’s brother Percy was rather homophobic and tried his best to avoid conversation with Harry, Draco or Charlie for the evening. The twins seemed to think it was brilliant fun and spent the evening telling jokes featuring punch lines that ended with the homophobe being gay.
Finally, Ginny, the only Weasley girl and the one Draco had most worried about shocked him by cornering him at the end of the night to give him a huge hug and kiss his cheek informing him that she always knew Harry carried a torch for Draco and she was so happy that they were finally together and her adopted brother would be happy.
That night, Harry took his time making love to Draco. He made sure to kiss every inch of his body, exploring and charting the expanse with his tongue, before gently preparing Draco for entry. Even his lovemaking pace was slow and steady bringing them both to an incredible orgasm that seemed to go on forever.
After their lovemaking, Harry wrapped Draco up in his arms tight and cuddled him while whispering his love and devotion until they both fell into a contented slumber.
Something was bothering Draco’s stomach that night but he put it off as the Weasley’s inferior cooking and managed to fall asleep before too long.
The next morning, he woke up still cuddled protectively in Harry’s arms. A part of him wanted to snuggle in and stay but that would go against his plans for revenge and a Malfoy always got his revenge his grandfather’s voice echoed in his mind. Carefully removing himself from Harry’s embrace, he headed out to the garden and plucked another perfect rose to cast the spell upon.
Stopping by the kitchens, he ordered breakfast be brought up to his room and headed up with his rose. Once again, he woke Harry by placing the rose in front of his nose so he could breathe in its scent.
Harry smiled in his sleep breathing more deeply before his eyes fluttered open, “I could get used to this.”
“I’ll have to bring you more roses then,” Draco answered.
“I don’t need roses, just you,” Harry answered pulling Draco against him for a morning snog.
The week was a blur of activity and excitement. Draco awoke early every morning to cast the rose spell and return with the gift for Harry. Harry in turn thanked him with amazing sex that left him both sated and oddly enough happy. Draco began to wonder if perhaps he wasn’t being a little too harsh on Harry.
On the morning of Harry’s eighth rose, a Ministry owl arrived in Draco’s room as they enjoyed a leisurely breakfast. Of course it was for Harry. Harry opened the missive and absent mindedly fed the owl a bit of bacon as he read the letter aloud so Draco could share the news too.
Dear Mr. Potter,
It is my great honor to inform you that the Wizengamot Second Voldemort War Trials have been completed and the last of the Death eaters have been captured and tried for their crimes. Further all those sentenced to the Dementor’s Kiss have been Kissed.
Therefore, it is now time to give honor to those who’ve bravely fought to save our world and you, my boy, are at the top of the list. A formal ceremony will be held on Tuesday, April 1st to award your Order of Merlin 1st Class in recognition of all you sacrificed for our world.
Congratulations, Harry. You deserve this and so much more.
Sincerely,
Kingsley Shacklebolt
Minister of Magic
“Why do they always have to do things like this?” Harry complained.
“What do you mean?” Draco asked sincerely not understanding Harry’s distress.
“Draco, you of all people should know that I am not a hero! I was a scared little boy who was forced to make some terrible choices. I don’t deserve an Order of Merlin for a bout of good and bad luck. Why should I be rewarded for Voldemort killing my parents and tracking me and trying to kill me my entire life?” Harry complained.
“But Harry, you defeated Voldemort. You were the only one who could,” Draco responded, his world tilting off its axis over Harry’s outburst.
“Draco, I’m telling you, I am nothing special. My mother’s love protected me. The only reason I was the one who could destroy Voldemort is because he chose for me to be. He could have picked Neville!” Harry shouted.
“Is that why Bellatrix tortured his parents?” Draco asked quietly.
“I don’t know, Draco. All I know is that if I deserve an Order of Merlin than so do you and so does every other child that got sucked into that lunatic’s stupid war!” Harry shouted in frustration.
With his angry reddened face and his chest heaving with frustration, most people would be terrified of the war hero that had defeated the greatest Dark Wizard of all time, but Draco was just incredibly turned on.
Without thought, he shoved Harry down into his breakfast chair and crawled onto his lap pulling him into a kiss.
Harry was quick to return the kiss and as Draco rocked his body against Harry’s, he felt the anticipated response rising against him.
Within minutes they were fucking on the chair at the breakfast table with the Ministry’s letter falling to the floor forgotten.
When they’d finished their lovemaking, Draco led Harry into their private bath and took pleasure in washing his lover. Suddenly things seemed so much clearer. Harry was meant to be his future. All that they had both suffered and now he understood that yes, they had both suffered. The suffering was meant to prepare them for one another. Severus was just a foreshadowing of his one true love.
Harry was meant for Draco and Draco was meant for Harry. Draco forgot about revenge in that moment and got lost in enjoying time with his Harry.
That afternoon, Harry took Draco to Diagon Alley to shop. First, he took him to Gringotts and added him to his vaults. Draco likewise added Harry to the Malfoy vaults. They gathered up bags of gold and were off to shop to their hearts content.
Very quickly, Draco learned that Harry was still a hero and the darling of the Wizarding World. Draco was surprised that he didn’t try to hide their relationship but publicized it, taking every opportunity to walk with Draco’s hand in his through the wizarding streets. When a reporter approached them, Harry introduced Draco as his lover and took him to the Pomegranate, the hottest new restaurant in town.
After dinner, Harry took Draco into Madame Sylvia’s, the latest designer robe Shoppe that had opened upon the end of the war. Draco was fitted for no less than 20 new designer robes, all of which Harry insisted upon paying for.
Best of all, Harry finished the evening by surprising Draco with Quidditch tickets to the match of the Falcons vs. the Horntails. Box seats no less.
After an incredible game in which Draco screamed himself hoarse, the boys returned to the Manor for another night of lovemaking. It was perfect and Draco was happy and content.
This time when Harry whispered, “I love you,” Draco could honestly whisper it back.
The next morning, Draco left Harry but not to go to the rose garden. This time he returned to his Grandfather’s portrait.
“Grandfather,” Draco hissed.
“What is it my boy?” Abraxas picture asked in return.
“What if I changed my mind? What if I don’t want to punish Harry? You know it really wasn’t his fault. He testified and kept mother out of Azkaban and because of him my sentence was reduced,” Draco babbled in worry.
“Draco, have you seen your father? My son is a lifeless shell! He may have been stupid enough to allow himself to be tied to a lunatic but his motives were pure. He should have led the crowd instead of following a half-blood, but it is too late to change the past. Your mother is loonier than her sister and I assure you that is saying something considering Bellatrix’s state of mind,’ his grandfather reminded.
“But Grandfather, it really wasn’t Harry’s fault.” Draco insisted.
“I don’t care whose fault it is or was, someone is responsible and they should pay! Harry Potter is famous. He has influence. If he wanted to, he could have saved your father,” Abraxas insisted.
“Grandfather, he tried. I saw him send out owls to the Minstry, as many as six a day,” Draco pleaded Harry’s case.
“He sent owls? Why did he not go in person? If it was for one of his friends or one of his family, would he have not gone personally to push his influence?” Abraxas questioned.
“Well, his friends weren’t on the wrong side of the war,” Draco mumbled.
“If it was his dearest friend that was at risk of being given the Dementor’s kiss, would he have sent an owl?” Abraxas demanded.
“No, he would have broken into the Ministry and saved them,” Draco decided.
“Then he deserves whatever misfortune he receives,” Abraxas pointed out.
“You are right, he could have found a way to save father,” Draco agreed, his resolve firmed once again.
Feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders, Draco made his way out to the rose garden and clipped another bud. Slowly casting the spell, as his heart was no longer in the revenge, he carried it into the house and up to his bedchamber.
“Draco, baby, where were you?” Harry greeted him looking worried.
“I went to get you a rose,” Draco answered, handing the rose to Harry and climbing back into bed.
“You are much too good to me,” Harry smiled accepting the flower and burying his nose in it to take a deep sniff.
After their lovemaking, while they were enjoying a leisurely breakfast, an owl arrived.
“What is it?” Draco asked as he watched Harry open the missive and smile widely.
“Krum is in town and would like us to join him for dinner,” Harry answered.
“Victor Krum?” Draco asked in surprise.
“Yes, it seems he read the Prophet and heard that we are dating. He wants to congratulate us on finally getting together. It seems he realized my obsession with you during the Tri-Wizard Tournament and is very happy that I’ve finally caught you,” Harry teased kissing Draco’s nose.
The evening went extremely well until a drunken wizard told Harry that he could do better than a Death eater scum for a boyfriend.
Harry had valiantly told the drunken wizard to, “Go flying without a broom.” And further added that he would help him by putting him out the window if he didn’t get out of his sight that minute.
The man was expelled from the restaurant and banned for life.
Draco found that he very much enjoyed being on the arm of the famous Golden boy. He was treated like gold and his picture taken and he was introduced to every celebrity that Victor Krum knew at the exclusive dinner club.
That night, he wondered if there was any way to stop the Rose Poisoning curse. It did say he needed to send a rose every day for 10 days. What if he skipped the 10th day? Was it soon enough? Would Harry be spared?
Draco decided to defy his grandfather and keep his lover. It was time that Draco stopped caring about what everyone else wanted and worried about what he wanted.
The next morning he skipped Harry’s rose.
“Mmm, Draco you smell better than the roses,” Harry murmured upon waking.
They took their time to make love as had become their habit and followed it up with a leisurely breakfast.
Draco found that he had never been happier, despite his parents’ unhappy state. Harry was very doting and no matter what Draco did, it seemed that Harry could not be made angry with him. When Draco asked Harry why he never became angry, Harry had answered that he waited too long for Draco to lose him over something petty.
As the days passed and Harry remained healthy, Draco breathed a sigh of relief that he had stopped the poisoning curse soon enough and he’d keep his lover.
On the 30th day from his first rose to Harry, Draco awoke to hear Harry coughing violently in their bathroom.
“Harry, what’s wrong!” Draco called out rushing into the bathroom to find Harry hung over the loo and coughing up blood.
“I don’t know, something really wrong, it feels like my insides are all twisted,” Harry moaned before coughing up more blood.
“I’ll call a mediwizard,” Draco suggested.
“No, take me to St. Mungos,” Harry pleaded.
Draco quickly agreed, taking a moment to pull on a robe, he wrapped his arms around Harry and Apparated them to the hospital door.
Harry was admitted instantly and due to his insistence, Draco was permitted to remain by his side.
A battery of tests was run and many means, both magical and muggle, were used to replenish Harry’s quickly depleting blood supply and try to keep him alive.
Despite the mediwizard’s best efforts, Harry passed through the veil at 10:00pm.
Draco made arrangements to have the body brought to the Manor for burial and returned home to grieve alone.
As he lay in their bed smelling Harry’s scent on his pillow and sobbing, a voice called out to him, “Baby, don’t cry. I won’t leave you. I’ll be here with you always.”
Draco looked up to see Harry’s ghost floating at the foot of his bed.
“Harry?” Draco asked through his tears.
A cold hand brought a quiver through his body as the ghost patted his shoulder, “I’m here, baby. I won’t leave you.”
“Oh Merlin, Harry. I am so sorry. This is all my fault,” Draco sobbed.
“What do you mean? You couldn’t help it. Someone cursed me,” Harry soothed.
“It was me. I was angry with you for not saving father and grandfather told me what to do. I tried to stop the curse and thought I had but then on the last day, it took you,” Draco sobbed.
“You did this to me?” Harry’s voice asked coldly.
“I didn’t want to. I am so sorry, Harry. So terribly sorry,” Draco pleaded.
“Are you really sorry?” Harry asked, his tone cold as ice.
Draco nodded as the tears continued streaming down his cheeks.
“Then you must show me by repenting. You must feel pain like you caused me. Did you know I was in agony for days and didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to worry you? It wasn’t until I started coughing up the blood that I admitted my pain. I think you should feel the pain I felt,” Harry’s ghost answered.
“Anything Harry,” Draco agreed.
“Then go into the bathroom and take out your razor blade,” Harry directed.
That was the first time Draco had cut into his flesh and the cuts only grew longer and deeper as time passed.
The bathtub was redder than pink now as the hot water encouraged his blood to continue leaking out of his leg.
“One more cut,” Harry’s ghost suggested floating above the taps.
Draco took the razorblade and drew it across his flat stomach watching as the tub turned a dark crimson shade and the light grew dim.
“We’ll be together forever now,” Harry’s ghost whispered as Draco’s body sank beneath the water.
Severus discovered the corpse an hour later and sobbed unaware of Draco’s ghost joining Harry’s and retiring to the dungeons.
The End
Title: Sins & Sinners
Prompt: #6 Submitted by: alexis_sd
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco; Severus/Draco
Rating: R to NC-17
Warning(s): Slash sex, mutual masturbation, fellatio, groping, frottage, emo, self-harm, character death
Epilogue compliant? Not epilogue compliant.
Word Count: 7,930
Summary: Draco blames Harry for the problems in his life and decides to take revenge. His worst nightmare occurs when he falls in love with the git and its too late to save him.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warning(s): Slash sex, mutual masturbation, fellatio, groping, frottage, emo
Author's Notes: A huge thank you to my beta kristan1 who betaed my emo piece even though it isn’t her usual reading taste. To the prompter alexis_sd This was the most challenging story I’ve ever written. I hope it meets with your approval.
Sins & Sinners
Draco sat on the cold bathroom floor feeling the hard tile against his bony backside. A razorblade was held tightly between his thumb and index finger. Slowly, he brought it to his thigh and pressed down pulling it across the white, papery flesh to reveal a trickle of red blood. The trickle of blood ran down his thigh to drip and form a small puddle on the floor beneath his bent knee.
“Again, deeper. It hurt much more than that,” Harry’s voice hissed in his ear.
As a tear fell and ran down Draco’s cheek, he picked up the razor to cut a second path beside the first, watching the blood run more thickly this time.
“No, still not enough. Why don’t you try your stomach,” Harry’s voice suggested.
“Draco! Where are you?” Severus voice called out, interrupting him from his self-punishment.
“Don’t tell him I was here, you owe me that much,” Harry Potter’s ghost reminded before fading into the wall and disappearing from sight.
Draco grabbed a towel to wipe up the blood and wrap around his thigh before grabbing a second to hide himself.
Severus burst into the bathroom a moment later to scold, “Draco, why didn’t you answer me, love? You know I worry when I can’t find you.”
“I’m sorry, Sev, I was just about to have a soak,” Draco apologized.
“Would you like me to join you?” Severus offered.
“If you wish,” Draco agreed hoping Severus wouldn’t want to. He’d learned long ago that to suggest he didn’t want his lover was the surest way to get the man to insist on staying.
“I do have a potion to check,” Severus wavered.
“You know I always want you, but I understand when you can’t be here,” Draco responded.
“I’ll be back,” Severus decided, turning and leaving as quickly as he’d arrived.
Draco turned on the taps to start his bath and waited.
“You should tell him that you don’t want him anymore,” Harry suggested, reappearing over the faucet.
“Then I’d be alone,” Draco answered.
“You’d have me, I thought you wanted only me,” Harry reminded.
“I do, Harry,” Draco whined.
“Prove it,” the ghost taunted, “make him leave.”
Draco sighed. How the hell had he gotten himself into this mess? Dropping his blood stained towels and climbing into the hot water, he leaned his head back as the water turned pink from the blood still flowing from his wounds, and thought about how it had all started. Was it really only one year ago that the Dark Lord was defeated and his entire world was changed again? Draco remembered every moment like it was yesterday.
The great Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord and the remaining Death eaters that weren’t smart enough to run were rounded up and put in Ministry holding cells to await their trials. The more noteworthy Death eaters were charged first. Draco watched as MacNair, Nott, Goyle, Crabbe, and even his father were lead out of the overcrowded standing room only cells. The men didn’t return and Draco wasn’t told what their fate was. Severus remained by his side to comfort him and encourage him to keep his chin up. At night, Severus took his father’s place, to pillow his head as he lay on the floor, and during the day he ensured that no one stole Draco’s food portion. When Severus was taken to face his own trial, he warned those remaining in the holding cell to leave Draco alone or they would regret it when he saw them in Azkaban.
Draco knew that Severus was only suggesting it for his safety, but the idea of serving time in Azkaban was more terrifying than the remaining Death eaters harming him in the holding cell; which was well watched by Ministry guards due to the overcrowded conditions.
One month after the defeat of the Dark Lord, the former Death eaters were still being tried for their war crimes. Though the women were kept in separate cells, Draco was able to see his mother briefly as they were both lead upstairs to face the Wizengamot. Draco sat quietly on the prisoner’s bench between Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini to watch his mother’s trial. Despite his fear for her and his own safety, he was abstractly grateful that he would know her fate.
Narcissa sat proudly and answered every question brought before her, from when she first met the Dark Lord until the moment she defied him by lying about Harry Potter’s being killed. Next, various individuals testified that his mother was not a Death eater and further showed how she was known to be an asset to the community. Her fate seemed sealed when war hero, Harry Potter-, himself, sat on the witness stand and testified on her behalf. Draco breathed a sigh of relief when his mother was set free because she had helped the chosen one. She would be permitted to return home and resume her life. Her shackles were removed and she quietly walked to the back of the courtroom to have a seat and watch Draco’s trial to learn his fate.
Draco followed his mother’s example. He answered every question directed at him honestly, even when it put him in a bad light. Then, to his surprise, several people came forward to testify on his behalf. Professor McGonagall expressed her strong conviction that he was a child and a victim of circumstance. She pointed out his good grades, prefect status and behavior prior to the year Voldemort was camped at his home. She insisted that Draco was coerced into his poor behavior out of worry for his family and even most grown men would not have done as well under such pressure. Draco felt appreciation like never before for his Transfigurations professor. Then, to his absolute shock, Harry Potter took the stand on his behalf. Harry told the court how he had been on the tower the night Dumbledore died. He expressed his belief that Draco would have accepted Dumbledore’s offer of protection if Snape hadn’t killed the man before he had the opportunity. He also made sure that everyone knew Dumbledore did not believe Draco was capable of killing.
The Wizengamot convened for over an hour before coming to a decision. Due to the overwhelming evidence of his coercion, Draco was given only six months in Azkaban. They added that leniency was necessary due to Draco’s only being a child and being in a constant state of duress over having Voldemort in his home.
Because he was found guilty, Draco was immediately taken to Azkaban to serve his sentence. His mother called out to him to be brave and she would try to get his sentence lowered and be there for his release. Draco called out that he loved her, despite the crowd surrounding them and the photographers snapping pictures. When he arrived, he found Severus waiting for him in a cell. They discussed their trials and Draco was relieved to learn that Severus too was given leniency because of his spy work that helped the chosen one and only had to serve one year in the prison.
Due to the massive overcrowding of the wizarding prison, cells meant to hold individual prisoners were now holding two or three each. Draco learned that he was fortunate to be placed in a cell with only one other inmate, Severus. Severus informed him that this too was because of Harry Potter, who insisted that due to Draco’s age and the anger of other inmates over his mother’s helping Harry Potter, that he would be in danger. Likewise, he convinced the prison warden that Snape’s spy work would make him a terrible target. So the two were kept separate from the rest of the population and only had to deal with the torturous anguish of the prison and its Dementors. Very quickly, they grew to depend upon one another for comfort.
Draco had long admired Severus Snape and it was easy for him to make the transition from adoring pupil to lover. It began as Severus holding him nightly to soothe his nightmares and progressed to comforting kisses. Before long, there were shared wanking and blow jobs. Severus, for his part, had long been partial to young Draco’s rare beauty and easily took the comfort and affection his young body provided in the dismal prison. After two months, they’d begun shagging regularly.
When Draco was released, he almost regretted having to leave Severus behind. A part of him wished he could stay with his lover, but the call of freedom was strong and his mother arrived to take him home. Severus told him to go to Harry Potter if there were trouble and that Potter owed Severus and would help Draco to repay him if Draco needed anything.
Draco thanked his lover and with a hug and kiss and walked out of the prison to join his mother at their manor. That was when he learned of his father’s fate. It also marked another moment in his life when a simple thing changed it completely. He went from the bliss of a prison free existence and the promise of his lover’s return, to his life going completely to hell. Lucius had been sentenced to the Dementor’s Kiss. His mother was using the Malfoy fortune to fight the ruling and get him merely life in Azkaban. Draco knew that his father would prefer death to the rest of his life in that filthy prison but wisely held his tongue. It was obvious that his mother wasn’t functioning very well without his father.
As he spent his first week, it became evident that the six months his mother had spent in solitude had been very difficult for her. She would seem surprised to find Draco at mealtimes and often spoke to him as though he were still a child. At times, she seemed to confuse him with his father. Then, he noticed even stranger behavior. It appeared that his mother had begun to slip into fantasies while reality was lost to her.
Draco would join her in the parlor and listen to her have a conversation with his grandmother who had died years before. To make matters worse, neither his grandmother’s ghost nor her portrait were in the mansion, so he was unable to consult her about the delusions. As his father’s date to be kissed loomed, his mother’s madness grew worse. She stopped eating and bathing. She stopped speaking to anyone except her delusions, which now included her sisters, both the blood traitor and Bellatrix. Draco hated to admit it but he preferred the lapses with the blood traitor, as his mother was dangerous when she fantasized about Bellatrix.
While in one of her Bellatrix delusions three of their white peacocks were sacrificed to the Dark Lord to help him in his efforts to return, while his mother danced around a ring of fiendfyre that terrified Draco, as he still suffered flashbacks from the room of requirement. When his mother attempted to add a house elf to the bonfire, he intervened, convincing her that a rose bush would be more to the Dark Lord’s liking and ordering the elf to the kitchen and to stay there. They only had four elves left and Draco was loath to part with their servants.
Draco knew it was time and took his mother to St. Mungos for treatment, only to be denied as they were both considered Death Eaters and not permitted within the walls of St. Mungos. He argued loudly that his mother had been found innocent by the Wizengamot and deserved treatment but all his complaints fell on deaf ears. Knowing he had no choice, Draco took Narcissa home and begged Merlin to ensure she not do anymore damage to herself or their property until he could sort out this mess.
Despite the nasty taste it left in his mouth, Draco knew when he’d been defeated and owled the one person who might be able to help him. Harry Potter arrived at the manor and accompanied them to the hospital within an hour. To Draco’s relief, Narcissa was admitted into the Janice Thickley Ward for the course of a fortnight, where the healers would access her mental state and see if anything could be done to help her. Potter invited Draco back to his house for tea before returning to the Manor.
Draco thanked Potter for his help and assured him that Severus would be appreciative before further asking for his influence to avoid his father’s being kissed. Draco would never forget Potter’s response, “I’m sorry Draco. If it were you or your mother, I could do something, but your father was a Death Eater and had no excuse. He didn’t help me like your mother. He didn’t stop others from trying to kill me, like you did with Crabbe and he wasn’t a spy like Snape. There’s no reason the Wizengamot should grant him leniency.”
“Please Harry, I’ll do anything,” Draco begged, hating himself for resorting to begging but sure his mother would go insane without his father’s release and needing his parents.
“I’ll do what I can,” Harry agreed.
“Thank you! Thank you, Harry!” Draco cried out, pulling the other man into a tight embrace and giving him a full kiss on the mouth. To his surprise, he could feel Potter’s arousal against his thigh.
Cautiously, he rubbed his thigh against the hardness and felt it pulse in response. Draco dropped to his knees and undid the belt and zipper on Potter’s pants before the other man had any clue what he was doing. Knowing that Potter would likely stop him at any moment, he was quick to lick his prize from base to tip before swallowing it whole.
Potter moaned in both shock and bliss as Draco made speedy work of sucking the cock in his mouth. Within a minute, Potter was shuttering and spurting down his throat.
“Oh gods, Draco. I never thought that you would…gods I love you,” Potter babbled pulling Draco in for a kiss.
Draco allowed it, feeling like a first class shit for cheating on Severus, but also feeling it was worth it if Potter got his father out of the kiss. Then, he remembered sixth year and the way Potter was always following him around. Could it have been for reasons other than he knew Draco was up to no good? Draco decided to test the waters.
“I love you too. Harry. I’ve wanted you since Hogwarts,” Draco lied, eyes flickering warily back and forth between Harry’s, watching for a reaction.
“Oh gods, me too,” Harry agreed, pulling Draco tighter against his body and slowly rutting against him as he continued to kiss him back.
Harry wasn’t a bad kisser, just inexperienced and wet, Draco quickly took the lead in the kiss and began to massage Harry’s tongue with his own. If screwing Potter would get his family back, then Draco was going to screw Potter.
Taking his time, Draco removed Harry’s clothes as he deepened their kiss using his fingertips and lips to work Harry back into a lustful frenzy. Then, he stepped back and stripped for Harry, slowly removing one piece of clothing after another, until he was standing before the other man in all his naked glory.
Harry stood and stared as though in a trance. “I want you, Harry,” Draco coaxed.
Harry, never one for finesse, pounced. Draco found himself flat on his stomach on the leather sofa in Harry’s sitting room with Harry hard cock prodding at his entrance.
“Harry, have you ever?” Draco asked motioning towards his backside.
“No,” Harry admitted in a pained voice.
“It’s alright, I want you to,” Draco encouraged feeling Harry’s prick pulse against his cheeks, “just let me do a loosening and lubrication spell.”
Harry nodded and sat stroking his cock while Draco performed the two necessary charms. He much preferred a slow preparation but this being Harry’s first time, he knew Harry wouldn’t be able to handle the slow build up and he was the one doing the seducing here. As soon as the charms took effect, Draco spread his cheeks and felt Harry push right in. Harry was quick and sloppy, just like his earlier kiss but after he came, things were different.
Unlike his experiences with Severus, where the other man turned away, Harry pulled Draco against his chest and cuddled him like a teddy bear, after summoning pillows and a blanket, the two fell asleep with Draco wrapped protectively in Harry’s arms.
Draco awoke sticky, sore and strangely happy. He decided it must be because he’d tricked Harry into helping him. Surely Harry wouldn’t let his lover’s father be kissed by Dementors.
Turning in the arms that were still wrapped lovingly around him, he kissed Potter’s face to wake him.
“Mmm Draco, another round?” Harry mumbled kissing at Draco’s nose and chin with his eyes still tightly closed.
Draco chuckled and used his hands to direct Harry’s lips to his own. Harry was sporting a morning wood that felt divine against his own, despite still feeling messy from the evening before.
Harry’s hand reached down to surround both their cocks and he began to wank them in unison. Draco continued his assault on Harry’s lips, enjoying the friction and warmth of Harry in the morning. It didn’t take long for either boy to come to completion and Harry sighed with relief as they both came together.
“Want to share a shower?” Harry suggested.
“You’ve read my mind,” Draco quickly agreed, eager to wash the spunk off his belly and dried spunk off his arse and thighs from the night before. As they stood, Draco saw that Harry’s couch was positively ruined.
“Sorry about your,” Draco gestured to the couch.
“You’re more than worth it,” Harry disregarded the mess, kissing Draco again before leading him upstairs and to a bathroom with a huge shower.
They shared the warm spray and took turns washing and wanking one another again.
“I knew you’d be like this,” Harry confided pulling Draco in for another kiss before falling to his knees to suckle his cock.
“Like what?” Draco moaned unsure if he’d be able to come again so soon but definitely enjoying the suction on his cock.
“Insatiable. No one as hot as you could ever get bored with sex,” Harry answered before he proceeded to suck out Draco’s soul in the best way possible.
When they’d finished showering, Harry gave Draco a bathrobe and led him to the breakfast room for tea and muffins.
While Draco sampled the fruit tray, Harry composed a letter to the Wizengamot requesting leniency for Lucius Malfoy and the delay of the Dementor’s kiss. He then sent the owl off and pulled Draco into the bedroom until lunch.
At lunchtime, an owl arrived with a letter from the Ministry.
Dear Mr. Potter,
I am sorry to inform you that your request must be regrettably denied. Lucius Malfoy is not only a known Death eater, but one of Voldemort’s foremost supporters. Our prison is overflowing with Death eaters and there is no room for the new criminals that continue to be arrested. Even the Ministry’s holding cells are overtaxed. Lucius Malfoy is responsible for the deaths of over thirty innocent men whose only crime was failure to support He-who-must-not-be-named. If Lucius Malfoy is spared, we can not justify the sentence of others.
He will be kissed, next week, as scheduled.
Sincerely,
Kingsley Shacklebolt
Minister of Magic
“No, please Harry do something,” Draco begged.
Harry grabbed another piece of parchment and began writing a second missive. Within five minutes a second owl was on its way to the Ministry with another plea.
A week passed in which Harry wrote six missives a day and was denied each and every time. Draco continued to pleasure Harry in the bedroom and take his own pleasure, as well finding that he was never clothed in more than a pair of pajama pants or a bath robe but oddly not seeming to mind.
When the tragic day arrived and Lucius was sentenced to be kissed, Harry tried desperately to talk Draco out of attending but Draco would not be swayed. Harry took Draco to the Ministry and held his hand through the ceremony. When Lucius body was left an empty shell, everything in Draco’s world went black. Harry caught Draco’s fainting form and brought him back to Grimmauld Place.
Draco awoke in Harry’s bed surrounded by pillows and a comforter, with a roaring fire and tray containing hot chocolate and biscuits.
“Drink the chocolate, it will help counter the effect from the Dementors,” Harry encouraged, helping Draco to drink down the delicious treat as though he were a precious child that had been out in the snow too long or was suffering from a cold.
Draco told himself he hated Harry for not saving his father while Harry pampered him and comforted him and made him feel safe despite the loss of his father.
A week passed in which Harry was annoyingly kind and attentive to Draco’s every need. It was Harry who arranged to have Lucius body shell transported to the Manor to be fed and attended to until its natural death of old age. It was Harry who purchased an additional elf to take care of the empty shell that had been Draco’s father. And it was Harry that ordered the elf to keep the body sequestered to the third floor of the West Wing, as Draco had requested since he never went to the West Wing and rarely went higher than the second floor.
At the end of the week, Harry arranged to have Narcissa brought home to the Manor as well. The staff at St. Mungos declared her legally insane without hope of recovery. She was also delegated to remain on the third floor, where she happily joined her husband’s empty shell and planned parties and gala events to celebrate their upcoming nuptials.
Draco made new resolves to find ways to further avoid any interaction with his mother as well, explaining to Harry that he felt the need to be at the Manor with both the Master and Mistress unable to function properly and maintain the historical home.
Harry was quick to agree that Draco’s family needed him and moved into the guest bedroom adjacent to Draco’s own room, though Harry spent most nights in Draco’s bed. Draco quickly informed him that this was unsatisfactory, so that Harry in an effort to appease his lover, moved completely into Draco’s bedroom.
Draco was enjoying Harry’s company but a part of him was feeling very guilty about Severus who would be released from Azkaban in a little less than five months. His situation was entirely intolerable. He was two-timing his first lover with Harry. His father was essentially dead and his mother insane. With the majority of his closest friends locked in Azkaban for the rest of their natural lives, there was no one living for him to turn to for advice.
To make matters worse, Harry wanted him to go to the Weasel’s house for dinner and to introduce him to his adoptive family properly. Draco sighed in distress and promised to attend that evening but begged some private time to spend with his own parents.
Harry readily allowed him to go to the West wing to visit his father’s shell and mad mother. Draco was too lonely and frustrated to deal with his parents and their problems, so instead he veered off to the North Wing and hall of portraits located on the third floor.
There, he saw the picture of his grandfather Abraxas.
“Come now child, what could possibly have happened to cause such a long face on the Malfoy heir?” Abraxas greeted.
Remembering the elderly man’s kindness to him in his youth, Draco returned his greeting, “Hello Grandfather.”
“Now Draco, it is rude to ignore a direct question,” his grandfather scolded.
“Oh Grandfather. Everything has gone pear shaped. The Dark Lord lost the war,” Draco began to explain.
“I would think that would be a good thing, it was horrible having those miscreants in the Manor. Intolerable!” his Grandfather exclaimed.
“But his loss meant the Malfoy’s had to face the Ministry. Mother was forgiven but I had to spend six months in Azkaban and Father was given the Kiss,” Draco related.
“Your mother was always a wise woman. I’m pleased to see she managed to get out of trouble. I imagine she did her best to help you and your father?” the portrait questioned.
“Yes sir, but she wasn’t able to get me out of my Azkaban sentence and Father still received the Kiss,” Draco emphasized.
“You don’t seem the worse for wear. Why are you here talking to me instead of planning with your mother for revenge?” the portrait questioned.
“Mother’s not herself, sir. When she couldn’t prevent father from his fate, she lost her mind,” Draco admitted.
“Narcissa has followed Bellatrix into madness?” Abraxas asked to clarify.
Draco nodded his agreement.
“Who is to blame?” Abraxas demanded.
“The Ministry for damning father to the kiss and Harry Potter for not stopping it. He owes mother a life debt. He should have traded it for father’s freedom,” Draco sulked.
“Draco, don’t sulk. It doesn’t befit a Malfoy. We never sulk. We get even. The Ministry is simple enough, you just need to grease the right palms, gain the right power and take over. It shouldn’t be difficult with the war recently ended. You must take on a respectable partner and begin to attend every war relief charity they come up with. I want you helping orphans, puppies, rebuilding efforts, and any other committees they come up with,” Abraxas began to order.
“Yes sir,” Draco nodded feeling excitement begin to bubble in his belly as he considered getting back on top.
“Potter will be a bit more challenging. Do you think you could get close to him? Or better still, convince him of friendship?” Abraxas questioned.
Draco smirked, “He thinks we’re lovers. It worked to my benefit as it encouraged him to pursue father’s cause. But he didn’t manage to save him.”
“Draco, I’m impressed. Very Slytherin of you, my boy. Does he know of your displeasure at his inability to save your father?” Abraxas questioned his eyes glittering in excitement.
“No sir, he knows I am upset but not that I blame him,” Draco answered.
“Go into my old study, it’s the third door on the right. There’s a secret vault hidden behind the picture of your great grandfather Melchi. Inside you will find a book containing all the Malfoy’s Darkest objects and spells. Find the Book of Pain and bring it out here,” the portrait ordered.
Draco was quick to enter the private study, where he unlocked the secret vault behind the picture of his great grandfather Melchi. Inside was a treasure of Dark Artifacts. Draco saw a hand of glory, a devil’s sack, three cursed items, and a stack of books. Perusing the spines, he ran a finger down them until he came to the Book of Pain. Shivering with anticipation, he carefully took the book and returned to his grandfather.
“Open the book and find the section on enemies,” Abraxas directed.
Draco began to turn the pages. He found a list of forbidden spells and potions created by his ancestors but never registered. Every pureblood had a similar family book, but few had as many deathly spells as the Malfoys. Draco felt a bit of pride steel his backbone as he paged through for the section on “Enemies.”
“Read me the options, boy,” Abraxas directed.
Draco began to read aloud, “Blood boiling Curse - instantly heats the blood in your enemy’s body to the boiling point. Kills within three minutes. Counters with blood cooling charm, your enemy can recover without any permanent injury. Curse is traceable to your magic.
Blood to stone Curse - slowly changes the blood in your enemy’s body into stone. Kills within six weeks. No known counter potions or charms. Curse is traceable to your magic.
Blood to wine Curse - instantly changes the blood in your enemy’s body to wine. Kills within five minutes. Counters with sobriety potions and charms if administered quickly, your enemy can recover without any permanent injury. Curse is traceable to your magic.
Burning Alive Hex - turns your enemy into a human torch. Kills within three minutes. Curse is traceable to your magic.
Rose Poisoning Curse - Works best when the enemy is unaware of your animosity. Death is guaranteed after 30 days. Irreversible. Send your enemy a rose cursed with this spell one a day for 10 days in succession. Just one whiff of the rose each day will ensure a slow and painful death. Added benefit, the caster can not be harmed by the smell regardless of how much he/she sniffs the roses. The more sniffs the faster and more painful the death of the recipient. Usually takes twenty days before effects begin to show. Death is guaranteed within thirty days. Curse is not traceable to your magic.
Forbidden Fruit - Also known as the Snow White curse…”
“Stop, you’ve found it!” Abraxas interrupted him.
“The forbidden fruit?” Draco asked.
“No, the Rose Poisoning Curse, my grandfather Melchi developed it himself,” Abraxas explained.
Draco returned to the spell and re-read it considering. It was simple, elegant and untraceable. Best of all, no one would suspect Draco had done it with Potter for a lover and Snape safely away in Azkaban. It was practically perfect. Abraxas showed him the spell and wand movements and made Draco practice until he’d memorized both. Then Abraxas directed him to go to the rose garden and begin the poisoning.
Draco was happy to comply. He hurried down the stairs and out into the garden. The Malfoy gardens boasted many rose bushes that the elves had managed to maintain despite the Dark Lord’s tenure at their home. Searching until he found a beautiful and full red rose bush, he took his time to select a perfect red rose. Casting the spell with precision, he carried the poisonous flower into the Manor and called out to find Harry.
Sadie, his personal house elf popped up to inform him, “Master Harry is taking a nap.”
Draco slowly climbed the stairs and entered his bedroom, there sleeping on his bed was the saviour of the wizarding world. Draco carefully climbed onto the bed and laid the rose on Harry’s pillow by his face so the scent of the rose would awaken him.
“Mmm, I love the smell of roses, how did you know?” Harry mumbled his lips curving into a sexy smile.
“I just had a feeling that a Gryffindor like you would go for classic romance,” Draco answered using the rose to trace Harry’s face and putting it against his nose so he could take a big whiff.
“Mmm, the only thing I like better than this is you,” Harry’s sexy, growly, sleepy voice suggested.
“Then take me, I’m waiting,” Draco retorted before Harry turned and pounced.
After they were both sated and panting, Harry reminded Draco of their dinner plans with the Weasleys. Remembering his grandfather’s advice, Draco was quick to agree that they should attend and even helped Harry to pick out some nicer clothing to wear to the occasion.
While Ron and Hermione were slightly suspicious of his motives, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were quick to welcome him with open arms. Their eldest Bill and his wife Fleur were very pleasant and expressed joy for Harry having found someone to love. Charlie too was very encouraging. He spent the night teasing the couple that he would be happy to join them for a threesome or if they were to break things off to take whoever was in need of cheering up.
Ron’s brother Percy was rather homophobic and tried his best to avoid conversation with Harry, Draco or Charlie for the evening. The twins seemed to think it was brilliant fun and spent the evening telling jokes featuring punch lines that ended with the homophobe being gay.
Finally, Ginny, the only Weasley girl and the one Draco had most worried about shocked him by cornering him at the end of the night to give him a huge hug and kiss his cheek informing him that she always knew Harry carried a torch for Draco and she was so happy that they were finally together and her adopted brother would be happy.
That night, Harry took his time making love to Draco. He made sure to kiss every inch of his body, exploring and charting the expanse with his tongue, before gently preparing Draco for entry. Even his lovemaking pace was slow and steady bringing them both to an incredible orgasm that seemed to go on forever.
After their lovemaking, Harry wrapped Draco up in his arms tight and cuddled him while whispering his love and devotion until they both fell into a contented slumber.
Something was bothering Draco’s stomach that night but he put it off as the Weasley’s inferior cooking and managed to fall asleep before too long.
The next morning, he woke up still cuddled protectively in Harry’s arms. A part of him wanted to snuggle in and stay but that would go against his plans for revenge and a Malfoy always got his revenge his grandfather’s voice echoed in his mind. Carefully removing himself from Harry’s embrace, he headed out to the garden and plucked another perfect rose to cast the spell upon.
Stopping by the kitchens, he ordered breakfast be brought up to his room and headed up with his rose. Once again, he woke Harry by placing the rose in front of his nose so he could breathe in its scent.
Harry smiled in his sleep breathing more deeply before his eyes fluttered open, “I could get used to this.”
“I’ll have to bring you more roses then,” Draco answered.
“I don’t need roses, just you,” Harry answered pulling Draco against him for a morning snog.
The week was a blur of activity and excitement. Draco awoke early every morning to cast the rose spell and return with the gift for Harry. Harry in turn thanked him with amazing sex that left him both sated and oddly enough happy. Draco began to wonder if perhaps he wasn’t being a little too harsh on Harry.
On the morning of Harry’s eighth rose, a Ministry owl arrived in Draco’s room as they enjoyed a leisurely breakfast. Of course it was for Harry. Harry opened the missive and absent mindedly fed the owl a bit of bacon as he read the letter aloud so Draco could share the news too.
Dear Mr. Potter,
It is my great honor to inform you that the Wizengamot Second Voldemort War Trials have been completed and the last of the Death eaters have been captured and tried for their crimes. Further all those sentenced to the Dementor’s Kiss have been Kissed.
Therefore, it is now time to give honor to those who’ve bravely fought to save our world and you, my boy, are at the top of the list. A formal ceremony will be held on Tuesday, April 1st to award your Order of Merlin 1st Class in recognition of all you sacrificed for our world.
Congratulations, Harry. You deserve this and so much more.
Sincerely,
Kingsley Shacklebolt
Minister of Magic
“Why do they always have to do things like this?” Harry complained.
“What do you mean?” Draco asked sincerely not understanding Harry’s distress.
“Draco, you of all people should know that I am not a hero! I was a scared little boy who was forced to make some terrible choices. I don’t deserve an Order of Merlin for a bout of good and bad luck. Why should I be rewarded for Voldemort killing my parents and tracking me and trying to kill me my entire life?” Harry complained.
“But Harry, you defeated Voldemort. You were the only one who could,” Draco responded, his world tilting off its axis over Harry’s outburst.
“Draco, I’m telling you, I am nothing special. My mother’s love protected me. The only reason I was the one who could destroy Voldemort is because he chose for me to be. He could have picked Neville!” Harry shouted.
“Is that why Bellatrix tortured his parents?” Draco asked quietly.
“I don’t know, Draco. All I know is that if I deserve an Order of Merlin than so do you and so does every other child that got sucked into that lunatic’s stupid war!” Harry shouted in frustration.
With his angry reddened face and his chest heaving with frustration, most people would be terrified of the war hero that had defeated the greatest Dark Wizard of all time, but Draco was just incredibly turned on.
Without thought, he shoved Harry down into his breakfast chair and crawled onto his lap pulling him into a kiss.
Harry was quick to return the kiss and as Draco rocked his body against Harry’s, he felt the anticipated response rising against him.
Within minutes they were fucking on the chair at the breakfast table with the Ministry’s letter falling to the floor forgotten.
When they’d finished their lovemaking, Draco led Harry into their private bath and took pleasure in washing his lover. Suddenly things seemed so much clearer. Harry was meant to be his future. All that they had both suffered and now he understood that yes, they had both suffered. The suffering was meant to prepare them for one another. Severus was just a foreshadowing of his one true love.
Harry was meant for Draco and Draco was meant for Harry. Draco forgot about revenge in that moment and got lost in enjoying time with his Harry.
That afternoon, Harry took Draco to Diagon Alley to shop. First, he took him to Gringotts and added him to his vaults. Draco likewise added Harry to the Malfoy vaults. They gathered up bags of gold and were off to shop to their hearts content.
Very quickly, Draco learned that Harry was still a hero and the darling of the Wizarding World. Draco was surprised that he didn’t try to hide their relationship but publicized it, taking every opportunity to walk with Draco’s hand in his through the wizarding streets. When a reporter approached them, Harry introduced Draco as his lover and took him to the Pomegranate, the hottest new restaurant in town.
After dinner, Harry took Draco into Madame Sylvia’s, the latest designer robe Shoppe that had opened upon the end of the war. Draco was fitted for no less than 20 new designer robes, all of which Harry insisted upon paying for.
Best of all, Harry finished the evening by surprising Draco with Quidditch tickets to the match of the Falcons vs. the Horntails. Box seats no less.
After an incredible game in which Draco screamed himself hoarse, the boys returned to the Manor for another night of lovemaking. It was perfect and Draco was happy and content.
This time when Harry whispered, “I love you,” Draco could honestly whisper it back.
The next morning, Draco left Harry but not to go to the rose garden. This time he returned to his Grandfather’s portrait.
“Grandfather,” Draco hissed.
“What is it my boy?” Abraxas picture asked in return.
“What if I changed my mind? What if I don’t want to punish Harry? You know it really wasn’t his fault. He testified and kept mother out of Azkaban and because of him my sentence was reduced,” Draco babbled in worry.
“Draco, have you seen your father? My son is a lifeless shell! He may have been stupid enough to allow himself to be tied to a lunatic but his motives were pure. He should have led the crowd instead of following a half-blood, but it is too late to change the past. Your mother is loonier than her sister and I assure you that is saying something considering Bellatrix’s state of mind,’ his grandfather reminded.
“But Grandfather, it really wasn’t Harry’s fault.” Draco insisted.
“I don’t care whose fault it is or was, someone is responsible and they should pay! Harry Potter is famous. He has influence. If he wanted to, he could have saved your father,” Abraxas insisted.
“Grandfather, he tried. I saw him send out owls to the Minstry, as many as six a day,” Draco pleaded Harry’s case.
“He sent owls? Why did he not go in person? If it was for one of his friends or one of his family, would he have not gone personally to push his influence?” Abraxas questioned.
“Well, his friends weren’t on the wrong side of the war,” Draco mumbled.
“If it was his dearest friend that was at risk of being given the Dementor’s kiss, would he have sent an owl?” Abraxas demanded.
“No, he would have broken into the Ministry and saved them,” Draco decided.
“Then he deserves whatever misfortune he receives,” Abraxas pointed out.
“You are right, he could have found a way to save father,” Draco agreed, his resolve firmed once again.
Feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders, Draco made his way out to the rose garden and clipped another bud. Slowly casting the spell, as his heart was no longer in the revenge, he carried it into the house and up to his bedchamber.
“Draco, baby, where were you?” Harry greeted him looking worried.
“I went to get you a rose,” Draco answered, handing the rose to Harry and climbing back into bed.
“You are much too good to me,” Harry smiled accepting the flower and burying his nose in it to take a deep sniff.
After their lovemaking, while they were enjoying a leisurely breakfast, an owl arrived.
“What is it?” Draco asked as he watched Harry open the missive and smile widely.
“Krum is in town and would like us to join him for dinner,” Harry answered.
“Victor Krum?” Draco asked in surprise.
“Yes, it seems he read the Prophet and heard that we are dating. He wants to congratulate us on finally getting together. It seems he realized my obsession with you during the Tri-Wizard Tournament and is very happy that I’ve finally caught you,” Harry teased kissing Draco’s nose.
The evening went extremely well until a drunken wizard told Harry that he could do better than a Death eater scum for a boyfriend.
Harry had valiantly told the drunken wizard to, “Go flying without a broom.” And further added that he would help him by putting him out the window if he didn’t get out of his sight that minute.
The man was expelled from the restaurant and banned for life.
Draco found that he very much enjoyed being on the arm of the famous Golden boy. He was treated like gold and his picture taken and he was introduced to every celebrity that Victor Krum knew at the exclusive dinner club.
That night, he wondered if there was any way to stop the Rose Poisoning curse. It did say he needed to send a rose every day for 10 days. What if he skipped the 10th day? Was it soon enough? Would Harry be spared?
Draco decided to defy his grandfather and keep his lover. It was time that Draco stopped caring about what everyone else wanted and worried about what he wanted.
The next morning he skipped Harry’s rose.
“Mmm, Draco you smell better than the roses,” Harry murmured upon waking.
They took their time to make love as had become their habit and followed it up with a leisurely breakfast.
Draco found that he had never been happier, despite his parents’ unhappy state. Harry was very doting and no matter what Draco did, it seemed that Harry could not be made angry with him. When Draco asked Harry why he never became angry, Harry had answered that he waited too long for Draco to lose him over something petty.
As the days passed and Harry remained healthy, Draco breathed a sigh of relief that he had stopped the poisoning curse soon enough and he’d keep his lover.
On the 30th day from his first rose to Harry, Draco awoke to hear Harry coughing violently in their bathroom.
“Harry, what’s wrong!” Draco called out rushing into the bathroom to find Harry hung over the loo and coughing up blood.
“I don’t know, something really wrong, it feels like my insides are all twisted,” Harry moaned before coughing up more blood.
“I’ll call a mediwizard,” Draco suggested.
“No, take me to St. Mungos,” Harry pleaded.
Draco quickly agreed, taking a moment to pull on a robe, he wrapped his arms around Harry and Apparated them to the hospital door.
Harry was admitted instantly and due to his insistence, Draco was permitted to remain by his side.
A battery of tests was run and many means, both magical and muggle, were used to replenish Harry’s quickly depleting blood supply and try to keep him alive.
Despite the mediwizard’s best efforts, Harry passed through the veil at 10:00pm.
Draco made arrangements to have the body brought to the Manor for burial and returned home to grieve alone.
As he lay in their bed smelling Harry’s scent on his pillow and sobbing, a voice called out to him, “Baby, don’t cry. I won’t leave you. I’ll be here with you always.”
Draco looked up to see Harry’s ghost floating at the foot of his bed.
“Harry?” Draco asked through his tears.
A cold hand brought a quiver through his body as the ghost patted his shoulder, “I’m here, baby. I won’t leave you.”
“Oh Merlin, Harry. I am so sorry. This is all my fault,” Draco sobbed.
“What do you mean? You couldn’t help it. Someone cursed me,” Harry soothed.
“It was me. I was angry with you for not saving father and grandfather told me what to do. I tried to stop the curse and thought I had but then on the last day, it took you,” Draco sobbed.
“You did this to me?” Harry’s voice asked coldly.
“I didn’t want to. I am so sorry, Harry. So terribly sorry,” Draco pleaded.
“Are you really sorry?” Harry asked, his tone cold as ice.
Draco nodded as the tears continued streaming down his cheeks.
“Then you must show me by repenting. You must feel pain like you caused me. Did you know I was in agony for days and didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to worry you? It wasn’t until I started coughing up the blood that I admitted my pain. I think you should feel the pain I felt,” Harry’s ghost answered.
“Anything Harry,” Draco agreed.
“Then go into the bathroom and take out your razor blade,” Harry directed.
That was the first time Draco had cut into his flesh and the cuts only grew longer and deeper as time passed.
The bathtub was redder than pink now as the hot water encouraged his blood to continue leaking out of his leg.
“One more cut,” Harry’s ghost suggested floating above the taps.
Draco took the razorblade and drew it across his flat stomach watching as the tub turned a dark crimson shade and the light grew dim.
“We’ll be together forever now,” Harry’s ghost whispered as Draco’s body sank beneath the water.
Severus discovered the corpse an hour later and sobbed unaware of Draco’s ghost joining Harry’s and retiring to the dungeons.
The End