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"Yes, wrap that beautiful mouth around my cock," Draco
growled. "Suck it and use lots of tongue."

Harry grinned to himself, moaning deeply as he did as told. He
sucked hard on Draco's cock and swirled his tongue around the
ridge, using it against the underside as he moved forward.

"Yes, you are so hot, on your knees, sucking me," Draco
continued, knowing the words would turn them both on even more.

Harry moaned again, pressing his hand against his own crotch as
he sucked even harder on Draco's cock, panting with his efforts. He
let out a loud groan from his chest as he came, faltering as pleasure
flooded his body.

Fire flared over Draco, his head falling back and smacking into
the pole even as he came inside his lover's mouth with a shout.

Harry continued sucking until he'd taken in every drop he
possibly could. Then he gently pulled his mouth away, remaining on
his knees as he pressed his forehead to Draco's leg.

"Fantastic!" Draco gasped, carding his fingers through Harry's
hair.

Harry smiled, looking up at Draco again. "Very," he said with an
eyebrow waggle.

– CHAPTER SEVEN –

Beat Me

After collecting and cleaning themselves, Harry and Draco calmly
made their way back to their seats with enough time to see the end of
the match.

"And Slytherin wins," came Luna's dreamy voice over the crowd.
"Though Harper might want to check his broom. The way it was
wobbling indicates a Samsisal infestation."

"What?" Harry asked, frowning at that news. "But Gryffindor
was in the lead!"

"Yeah, well, if you hadn't gone off to shag you'd know what
happened," said Ron

"We didn't shag," Draco said smugly, corners of his mouth
turning up.

Ron wrinkled his nose. "I don't much care to know what you
did."

Harry rolled his eyes and then turned his head to smirk at Draco.
"Slytherin won," he said, arching an eyebrow.

"So I heard," Draco smirked as well. "That will be twice in one
day soon."

"Oh, no," said Harry. "It only means that I will have to play
harder."

"Show me, Potter," Draco drawled.
Valen was asleep in Hermione's arms, apparently worn out from
so much excitement.
"Very well," said Harry, getting right back to his feet.
"Oy, where you going?" Ron asked.
"You'll see," said Harry, grinning. "You mind watching him for a
bit longer, Hermione?"
"No, he's fine," she said, looking half-amused.
"Potter," Draco said. "I have your gear and broomstick in the
Gryffindor changing room." He grinned, waiting for the other man's

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reaction.
Harry stared at Draco. "Seriously?"
Draco chuckled. "Yes," he said, waggling his eyebrows. He had

planned this weeks ago and he'd even had new uniforms made in
their old House colours.

"Well, I suppose I should go change then," Harry said coyly,
heading towards the Gryffindor locker room. He smirked at Draco
over his shoulder.

Draco headed for the Slytherin locker room where he had left his
own gear. He had also been secretly practising in the last couple
weeks. He came out a couple minutes later in his full Quidditch
uniform, holding his Firebolt in one hand and the box with the
Snitch in the other.

After spending a few minutes with the downtrodden Gryffindor
Quidditch team, Harry dressed quickly, delighted to see that Draco
had even gone as far as to get him Gryffindor robes, his name in gold
lettering on the back. He blushed and headed out, feeling like they
were both idiots, but exceptionally happy about it.

"What are you doing, Harry?" Ginny asked when he came around
the corner clutching his broom and making for the door.

"Playing Quidditch," Harry answered, pushing the door open and
stepping back outside.

Draco had been met with similar questions by the triumphant
Slytherin team, so he was not too surprised to find a crowd had
followed him from the dressing rooms. He waited in the centre of
the pitch for his husband.

Harry smiled when he caught sight of Draco and moved to meet
him, aware of being followed by the small crowd from the changing
rooms as well. He could also see that many of the students who had
been leaving their seats were pausing at the sight of them dressed to
play and standing in the field.

Draco was grinning ear to ear when his husband met him on the
pitch. Most everyone, including both teams, was watching them. It
was very exciting.

"So, Malfoy," Harry began, grinning as well, not only because he
was about to play Draco, but also because, Merlin, the blond looked
hot in Quidditch robes. "You going to release the Snitch, or should

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I?" He raised an eyebrow, smirking.
"You can have the honour," Draco drawled. His eyes were

sparkling as he looked into his lover's green ones.
Harry took the box from Draco and set it on the ground. He

opened it up and ignored the struggling Bludgers and the red Quaffle,
reaching straight for the winged, golden ball. Harry held it tightly in
his hand and straightened back up. "Prepared to lose?" he teased,
mounting his excellent new broom.

"Prepared to see you on your knees again, Potter," Draco sneered
back, but the smile never left his face.

"We'll see," Harry countered, holding the Snitch out in front of
himself and Draco. He tensed, ready to kick off from the ground and
feeling that old competitive drive creeping into him. He released the
ball and then met Draco's eyes, silently counting to ten.

Draco felt the rush of energy, desire and magic. His eyes glittered
with it as he focused on the Snitch, broom ready.

"Ten," Harry said aloud, kicking up from the ground to soar into
the air.

Draco felt Harry's magic flare even before he kicked off and was
right with him.

Harry wasn't terribly surprised when there were cheers, but he
tuned them out, eyes darting around for a flash of gold. He kept an
eye on Draco as well, in case his husband might see something before
him.

Draco flew high, looking down and hoping to use both the sun
and Harry's body language to spot the Snitch. It was amazing being
high in the air above the crowd again. He'd always loved that part.

Harry looked up at Draco, smiling at him, and found himself
thinking of how good the man looked again. "Any luck, Malfoy?" he
called, flipping around for a moment so that he was hanging from his
broom with arms and legs. It was something he wouldn't have done
in a regular match, but he couldn't resist just a little showing off in
front of Draco.

Draco couldn't help a smile at his husband's antics. But the
Gryffindor made a mistake there. He was so busy showing off that he
missed the Snitch that flew behind him. Draco made like he was
flying over to Harry and then darted past him in pursuit of the

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winged ball.
Harry gasped and quickly turned back around, fumbling in his

haste. "Dammit," he cursed under his breath, streaking after Draco.
Draco put all his concentration into the dive as the Snitch moved

downward. It was a dangerous move but he was not letting Harry
beat him after all this time.

Harry was gaining on Draco. He could see the Snitch as well and
stretched his arm out, flying nearly side-by-side with his husband.

Draco's heart was beating fast, the wind in his hair and his robes
flapping. He could feel Harry's magic even if he couldn't spare the
attention to look beside him. He focused his will on that Snitch,
picturing the image of Harry on his knees in the centre of the pitch.
And, as he did, his fingers crept closer to the target.

Harry strained his arm, reaching until his fingers were sliding
against Draco's.

Draco shifted forward, putting his weight dangerously toward the
front of his broom and then he felt the wings against his skin just as
his fingers closed around the golden ball.

Harry's eyes widened as he scrambled with empty air. He barely
had enough time in his shock to tug up swiftly on his broom, pulling
out of the dive.

Unfortunately, Draco was so excited that he'd got the Snitch that
he forgot to pull up. He found himself spinning dangerously in the
air as he tried to avoid ploughing into the ground.

Harry looked back over at Draco and gasped, seeing him lose
control of his broom. He took off in a burst of speed toward him
and held his arm out, shooting a spell to slow him down without
even truly registering what he was doing. He put himself between
Draco and the ground so that his husband hit him instead. It sent
them both rolling along the grass, and didn't feel exactly pleasant, but
left them relatively unharmed when they'd stopped, tangled in a
sweaty heap.

Draco had the wind knocked out of him and it took him a minute
of not being able to inhale before he drew in a big shuddering breath.
He grinned at his husband, who was lying half atop him, and held up
the Snitch for Harry to see.

Harry looked at the little gold ball and shook his head, still

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panting. "You caught the Snitch," he said in a voice of disbelief.
Draco was grinning as he staggered to his feet and held it in the

air. "Yes, Potter, I beat you!"
Harry rolled onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows.

And just then, the noise from the stands seemed to click back on. He
looked up to see that even Ron was cheering for Draco. He raised his
eyebrows, shaking his head again and moving his eyes back to the
triumphant blond.

Draco was laughing, the largest grin Harry had ever seen spread
across his face. The wings were fluttering on the golden ball he held
up high. There was cheering and Harry was looking up at him from
the ground. It was better than his best fantasy of beating Potter.

Harry took in a large breath and let it out in a long sigh, unable to
be completely disappointed, because Draco looked absolutely
adorable. He pushed himself up and got to his feet, though he knew
he would be on his knees in a moment.

Draco looked into the stands and saw Hermione holding Valen.
Their son was bouncing up and down and pulling the woman's hair,
apparently having woken up. Then Draco looked at his husband. His
husband. He had finally proved himself against Harry. And he was
about as turned on as he could get by both what he had done and
what he intended to do.

Harry held his arms out in a surrendering gesture. "Where do you
want me?" he asked, smiling only a bit in a resigned sort of way.

"You know what I want," Draco said, waggling his eyebrows.
Harry smirked. "Yes, I believe I do," he said.
Draco looked around at everyone. He drew his wand and cast
Sonorus on himself. "Harry has something to say," his voice boomed
out and the crowd settled down. He grinned at his husband then as
all eyes and ears were turned to them.
Harry sighed again, smiling tightly at Draco. His face flushed
brightly but he dropped to his knees in front of him. He cleared his
throat and then cast Sonorus as well, pausing before he began, "Draco
Malfoy, you are the best. You beat me fair and square and your
genius knows no bounds." He smiled at him with narrowed eyes.
Draco chuckled, the charm still active. "Only as good as my other
half," he said, grinning at him.

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Harry grinned back and laughed with the crowd, his voice
echoing around the pitch.

After stuffing the Snitch in his pocket, Draco held out his hand
to his husband.

Harry reached his hand for Draco's, using it to pull himself to his
feet again.

Draco held their clasped hands up and people cheered, then he
stepped in and kissed his husband.

Smiling against Draco's lips, Harry kissed him back happily.
Draco tilted his head, lips opening and tongue thrusting into his
lover's mouth. He loved it. Loved that everyone could see them.
Harry let out a sound that would have been small had his voice
not been magically magnified. As it was, it was a loud, muffled, "Uh."
"Always," Draco whispered, and it carried into the stands.
"Always yours."
Harry smiled softly. "Yours," he whispered in return.
Pulling back, Draco looked into Harry's eyes. "To the showers?"
he asked.
Harry raised his eyebrows at Draco and then ended the spell for
both of them. "To the showers," he agreed, ignoring the muttering of
the crowd.
They walked hand in hand to the locker room. "Yours or mine?"
Draco asked.
Harry smirked. "Which one did you always fantasise about?" he
asked, voice already growing deeper.
"Yours, usually," Draco smirked. "Come in while you are
changing and...."
Harry licked his lips. "Fuck me senseless?" he finished. He turned
and faced Draco. "Shall I go in first then?" he asked, rubbing the skin
of Draco's hand with his thumb.
"Yes," Draco grinned. "Go take a shower."
Harry grinned slyly, turning again to head into the Gryffindor
changing rooms. He began undressing, laying his robes on a bench
before heading into the shower area and turning on the hot water. He
remembered what Draco had said about watching him wank in these
showers and felt his cock twitch.
Draco went to the Slytherin locker room, and stripped quickly.

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Then he swallowed the potion he had brought with him before
walking over to the Gryffindor side.

Harry stood under the water, waiting for Draco with his heart
beating quickly. He could already tell this was going to be fucking
hot.

Draco had one problem with his plan. His silver hand would be
visible. So he had borrowed Harry's Invisibility Cloak as well,
wrapping the hand in it for the moment. He stood naked now in the
Gryffindor locker room, watching Harry shower.

Harry wondered if he was supposed to actually shower, or if he
was supposed to just wait for Draco. Where was Draco anyway?
Harry waited another minute before soaping up, as Draco still wasn't
there. There was probably not too much of a point to shower before
sex, but he was sweaty and already there, so he did.

Draco had been hard before, but watching Harry in the shower as
he washed himself made his cock twitch in anticipation. There was
something delicious about Harry unguarded and unknowing.

Harry looked around himself for Draco again, rinsing off. No
way would he just stand outside or something so long. Harry
wondered if Draco was already inside.... He rubbed his own hand
across his chest and stomach a little slower, just in case his husband
was watching him.

Draco smirked as Harry's hands touched himself. The blond
mirrored the movements with his right hand on his own body.

Harry pushed his wet hair off his forehead and then rubbed his
neck and collarbone free of soap, still moving slowly. Then he moved
his hands down his chest again and to his hips, rubbing the skin
around, but not touching his erection.

Draco's plan was to wait until Harry was out of the shower to
touch him. But he was seriously reconsidering now. He stepped
carefully into the tiled area, walking closer but trying not to make a
sound.

Harry continued to touch himself, but when there was still no
sign of his husband he finished quickly and shut the water off,
Summoning a towel from where they lay folded.

Stepping back, Draco waited for Harry to get to the locker area
where the benches were.

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Harry dried off and didn't bother to wrap the towel around his
hips. He rubbed the towel on his hair as he exited the showers.

Draco stepped behind Harry. The minute he brought the towel
down from his hair, Draco's hand was there, grabbing a handful.

Harry gasped and jumped, having honestly not expected the
move. He tried to turn and struggled.

Draco brought his naked body against Harry's back, releasing the
Cloak now so that he could use his silver hand as well to control
Harry body movements. No longer a surprise, he could speak and
break the Invisibility, too. "On your knees, Potter," he sneered in his
lover's ear.

"Malfoy," Harry hissed, knowing that Draco wanted him to fight
and then give in.

Draco twisted Harry's hair hard and pressed his knee into the
back of the other man's, forcing him to kneel beside one of the
benches.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Harry growled, hissing through
his teeth as Draco moved his body.

Draco put his weight into it, forcing Harry to bend over the
bench, and rested his knee in the small of the man's back, holding
him in place. He used his free hand to smooth over Harry's arse.
"Whatever the fuck I want, Potter," he answered.

Harry growled again, pushing back against Draco. "This was not
the agreement, you prick," he said in a hard voice.

"Actually it was," Draco said, smirking. "Different bet, though."
He laughed.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Harry asked, trying yet
again to push Draco away.

"Two years ago," Draco said. Then he switched hands in Harry's
hair so that he could use his right hand. He brought that hand down
for a hard smack against Harry's arse.

Harry had to try very hard to keep his groan from escaping and
was glad that his 'struggle' allowed him to squirm.

Draco's cock twitched hard with the sound and feel of that slap
against Harry's arse. He hit him several more times before running
his hand over the red blush on those cheeks.

Harry hissed quietly, panting heavily through his nose. "Fucking

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pervert," he said, voice trembling with his arousal.
"Oh, yes, Potter," Draco drawled. "I can see that you are. Look at

that hard cock hanging between your legs. You love being beaten by
me."

Harry actually flushed, though he didn't quite know why. He was
struck again with how real this was.

Draco Summoned his wand and tied Harry's wrists to the bench,
then stood up and walked around to the front so that Harry could
clearly see his erection. "I'm going to fuck you, Potter," he said. "But
first I am going to make you beg for it."

Harry looked up at Draco with lust-darkened eyes, which he
couldn't help, but also scowled heavily at him. His breathing sped up
once again and he pulled on the ropes binding him.

Chuckling softly, Draco stepped back behind Harry again. He
began spanking the man once more, striking those lovely cheeks
repeatedly with the flat of his hand until they were bright red.

Harry clenched his teeth but couldn't help gasping and crying out
in the end. The sting was painful, but his cock was so fucking hard
and leaking onto the floor.

"I think you would come just from spanking, if I kept it up long
enough. What do you think, Potter? Or should I fuck this hole?"
Draco asked in that false, sweet, teasing voice he'd sometimes used in
school.

Harry didn't answer, not ready to give in, but wanting Draco to
fuck him. But, of course, he couldn't tell Draco to fuck him. He
pretended to struggle again. "You wouldn't, actually," he said, gasping
and not meaning to.

Draco ran his fingers teasingly down the cleft of Harry's arse.
"Wouldn't fuck this pretty virgin hole?" he asked. He used just the
pad of one finger to rub gentle circles against the sensitive puckered
flesh of Harry's entrance.

Harry swallowed, gasping again as he fought to keep from
pressing back. He didn't know what to say to that, so he didn't say
anything. Instead, he lowered his forehead into the crook of his arm.

"Oh, so you don't want my thick cock in your beautiful arse?"
Draco purred. He removed his finger and silently Summoned his
wand, casting a non-verbal lube spell as well. Then he brought the

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slick finger against the puckered opening.
"Ngh," Harry let out strangely, his cock twitching with the words

and the touch.
"That hardly constitutes proper begging, Potter," Draco drawled,

the tight muscle relaxing enough to slide the tip of his finger inside.
"You will have to do better than that," he added.

Harry took in a shuddering breath. "I won't beg you for
anything," he tried to sneer, but it came out as another gasp instead.

"We'll see about that," Draco answered, working his finger in and
out of his lover's opening. Meanwhile, he stroked those sensitive red
cheeks.

Harry arched his back, torn between moving away from the
touch, as he should have done, or moving into it, as he wanted to.

Draco continued to stroke Harry's red sensitive flesh as he
worked another finger into him. He prepared him as if Harry were
still a virgin, stretching carefully, then twisted his fingers to rub
against Harry's prostate.

Harry's face flushed again, but with pleasure. "W-what are you
doing?" he asked shakily, because as a virgin, he wouldn't know.

Draco smiled, and began stroking Harry again as he pumped
those fingers. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he purred.

Harry didn't answer but let out a quiet moan that he was unable
to hold in.

"That's it," Draco encouraged. "I bet your cock is aching to be
touched right now." He worked a third finger in, twisting again.

Harry let out another moan, squirming on Draco's hand. His
cock was aching, and leaking even more, heavy between his legs. He
could hardly stand it, but it was so good.

"You look perfect on your knees," Draco said, voice low and
husky. "And your hole feels tight and slick. You want me to fuck you
now or leave you here for your fellow Gryffindors to find like this?"

"No," Harry let out in a gasping breath, and it was so strange that
Draco leaving him in the locker room seemed an actual possibility.
"You can't leave me here."

"Oh, but I can, Potter," Draco purred, amusement in his tone.
"Can you imagine it?"

Yes, Harry could imagine it. And it was not a very nice picture,

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but, Merlin, Draco was hot. He felt very much like starting to beg.
Draco moved in closer, rubbing the slick head of his cock over

the warm sensitive flesh of Harry's arsecheeks. He slowly withdrew
his fingers from the bound man's entrance.

Harry whimpered with Draco's withdrawal and flushed yet again,
trembling and panting.

"Yes, you look so wanton like this," Draco said softly. "Your
body is aching for me, isn't it?"

"Please," Harry whispered very quietly, his face still buried in his
arm.

"Please what, Potter?" Draco asked, continuing to slide the head
of his cock over Harry's reddened arse.

"Please ..." Harry began very quietly, squeezing his eyes shut from
Draco's touch. "Please ...."

"Please leave you here, hard and aching to be touched?" Draco
asked.

Harry was silent for a long few moments. "Please fuck me," he
whispered finally, wondering if he might come without being touched
anywhere.

"More," Draco said, sounding breathless. He slid the head of his
cock down the cleft of Harry's arse.

Harry groaned. "Please fuck me," he whispered again. "Please let
me come. Please, Malfoy."

Draco grinned. "You want me, Draco Malfoy, to stick my cock in
your arse and fuck you?" he asked, remembering the first time he had
asked that of the man in front of him.

Harry bit his lip tightly. "Yes," he answered after a moment. "I
want you to fuck me."

Draco slicked his cock more and then rubbed the head against
that clenching hole. "Beg me," he said quietly.

Harry groaned deeply, pulling on the ropes again because he felt
like he needed to move something. "Please," he said. "Please put your
cock in me. Oh, God, please, Malfoy. Please, I want it so fucking
much."

That made Draco tremble. "Yes," he answered, licking his lips
and pressing the head into Harry's opening. He loved that moment of
pushing past the tightness and into warmth.

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Harry threw his head back and arched, gasping. "Oh, yes, please,"
he whimpered.

"Oh, yessss," Draco gasped, his lover's magic crackling over his
skin. He pressed slowly inside until he was completely buried in the
other man.

Harry let out a long moan, holding completely still. "God,
Malfoy, you're so ... thick," he said in a strangled voice, unable to
resist just a little dirty talk.

"And you are perfect around me," Draco added, and drew back
slowly, feeling Harry's hole clenching around the movement.

Harry hissed, using his muscles to squeeze Draco tighter. "Mmm,
yes, yeah," he gasped, making fists with his hands.

Draco moaned now, sliding forward again into Harry. "Oh,
Gods, yes, so tight, so good," Draco gasped, fingers squeezing
Harry's sore arse as he did.

"So good," Harry echoed, referring to both Draco's slide into
him, and the delicious sting of his hands on his arse.

Draco agreed, swallowing hard as he trembled. "I beat you,
Potter," his said, beginning to rock into Harry's sore arse with each
thrust now.

"Mmm, yes. You beat me," Harry agreed, pressing back against
Draco.

Draco picked up the pace then. The sound of his body slapping
against Harry's was loud in the room. "Oh, yes, inside you," he
gasped.

Harry growled and hissed and groaned as he met each of Draco's
thrusts. "Fuck, yes," he answered him. "So good inside."

Draco reached for his wand, releasing the ropes that bound
Harry. He wrapped his arm around the man's body, while his silver
hand slid around his lover's hip and closed over his wet cock.

"Oh, fuck," Harry gasped, reaching his hand back to grasp
Draco's hair as he came extremely close to coming.

"Mine, now and always," Draco gasped against the side of his
lover's face as he pumped the man's cock in time with his hips.

"Yours," Harry agreed, gritting his teeth as his seed began to
spurt out of him. His hand tightened in Draco's hair and he let out a
strangled cry.

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Harry's body clenching around Draco's cock and warm liquid
drizzling onto his silver hand would have been enough to bring him
over the edge, but Harry's magic surged with him and Draco cried
out at the intensity of his release.

Harry closed his eyes, panting and then sighing in content
pleasure. "Merlin, you're perfect," he whispered.

"Yes, Potter," Draco whispered against his ear. "Perfect for you
and now you know."

"No one is more perfect for me," Harry said to him, smiling. And
after a moment of quiet contentment with his gorgeous husband he
asked, "You think one day we can get married and have a baby?"

Draco chuckled, kissing the side of his face. "Well, said potential
baby is probably screaming his bloody head off right now for his
Daddy Harry," he whispered.

Harry smiled again. "Yes, probably," he said, dropping his hand
from Draco's hair.

Draco kissed Harry's shoulder, nipping slightly at it. Then he
gently pulled out from his husband's body, smiling at the bright red
skin.

Harry let out a small noise as Draco pulled back. "You know," he
said, "I really should spank you like that one day."

Draco groaned, his arse clenching and groin tingling at the very
idea. "Oh, yes, you should," he answered, patting Harry's arse with
his right hand.

Harry let out another sound and then grinned, pushing himself
up and Summoning his clothes from where he'd put them when he'd
first changed.

Draco stood too and picked up his wand. "I haven't showered
yet, and I very much need it," he said. He cast a Cleaning Charm on
his husband so he could get dressed. "My clothes are in the other
locker room," he said. "Should I meet you inside?"

Harry nodded, kissing Draco on the cheek. "One thing, though,"
he said. "What bet from two years ago were you talking about?"

Draco laughed then, unable to answer for a minute because of it.
"The prank," he managed.

Harry rolled his eyes and snorted. "Well, you certainly didn't need
to use that to get me in here," he said, grinning.

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"So I still have it for another time?" Draco smiled, raising his
eyebrows.

Harry snorted again. "Sure," he said, eyes alight behind his
glasses.

"Good." And then Draco picked up the Invisibility Cloak he had
dropped earlier and wrapped it around himself. With only his head
showing, he leant in and kissed his husband.

Harry smiled as he kissed Draco back, swiping his tongue over
his lips before pulling away. "See you later, Malfoy," he said
suggestively, waggling his eyebrows a few times.

Draco nodded, smiling, and then pulled the hood over his head,
disappearing from sight to make his way back over to the Slytherin
locker room.

– CHAPTER EIGHT –

Surviving Friendships

The blond hung the Cloak on a hook and removed his silver hand to
set it with his things. Then Draco stepped into the hot shower,
sighing as he did. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back into the
spray and feeling the water coursing down his skin.

"I don't know if I will ever get used to the idea of you without
both hands," came a male voice.

Draco used his right hand to push hair and water from his eyes
and looked to where Theodore Nott leaned against the entrance of
the shower. "Not something you need to worry about," he answered.

Theo's gaze very deliberately looked the naked blond over.
"Almost accents how flawless the rest of you is, doesn't it?" he said,
smiling.

Draco arched an eyebrow at his ex-lover. "What do you want?"
he asked, reaching for the soap and beginning to wash himself as if
Theo's gaze didn't register. His heart had sped up, though, and he
had to work to keep his reaction off his face.

"Do you remember that time in this very shower?" Theo asked,
smiling.

"I lost my hand, not my memory," Draco replied, trying not to
look like he was hurrying.

"Oh, really?" Theo asked. "Because you fawning over Potter
makes me wonder."

"He is my husband, Theo," Draco replied coolly.
"I heard what he did to you," Theo said. "They say he magically
bound you and that you didn't have a choice."
"I have always had a choice," Draco answered, rinsing now.
"If he ordered you now," Theo asked, "would you have to obey
him?"
"That's not the issue," Draco said, turning off the water.
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isn't an issue?" Theo said, a hint of anger in his voice now.
"Let it go, Theo," Draco said, using a towel to dry his hair and

then wrapping it around his waist.
As Draco began to walk past Theo to get to his clothes, the other

man stepped into his path. "Tell me you aren't attracted to me now,"
he said, voice low.

Draco swallowed and didn't look into the other man's eyes. "Get
out of my way, Nott," he snapped.

Theo stepped even closer so that he had Draco nearly trapped
between the door jamb and his body. "So it's Nott now, not Theo?"
he smiled. "Trying to distance yourself?"

Draco sighed deeply and then raised his grey eyes to look into
Theo's dark ones. "Theo," he whispered, "I am not doing this. That is
the past."

"You haven't denied it, though," Theo pushed, raising a hand to
cup Draco's chin. "You still want me."

"No," Draco said, voice catching as he did. "I find you attractive,
yes. But I do not want this. Not now, not again."

Theo winced, frowning. "I don't believe you," he said. "I see the
way you still look at me."

Draco silently Summoned his wand while the other man's
attention was on his face. "Did you try to kill me, Theo?" he asked
quietly.

The question surprised Nott, and Draco could see it in his face as
he let go of the blond's chin. Theo wasn't meeting his eyes now. "No,
no I didn't," he hissed.

"But you knew Blaise sent in our location, didn't you?" Draco
asked, watching his old lover carefully.

Theo backed up then and he glanced nervously at the fact that
Draco was holding his wand now. "He didn't mean for you to get
hurt," Theo said. "He said that Potter was controlling you. That we
needed to get you away from him."

"He did, did he?" Draco drawled, wand pointed directly at Nott.
"And if Potter was killed?"

Theo was on the defensive now, swallowing thickly at the harder
sound of Draco's voice. "Then you would be free again," Theo said.

"Well, as usual, Blaise was wrong," Draco answered. "I would

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have died."
Theo's eyes widened then. "Draco, I swear, I didn't know," he

said.
"That is obvious," Draco said dismissively, and walked over to

where his clothes were hanging. He set his wand down within easy
reach and began to get dressed, essentially dismissing Theo with the
action.

"Draco?" Theo asked.
"Yes?" the blond replied in a bored-sounding voice.
"Draco, look at me," Theo said, stepping closer again.
Draco had reattached his silver hand and was now pulling on his
trousers. He stood and faced the other man once more.
Theo's eyes met his again. "I'm sorry," he said.
Draco's eyes widened. They didn't say "sorry" in Slytherin. One
might admit to polite "apologies" but never "sorry." Draco swallowed
hard.
"We were wrong," Theo continued. "We realised that soon
enough, Pansy and I. Blaise didn't and he paid for it. But after that
night, Pansy and I never supported that side again."
"I understand," Draco said, "and I am glad you didn't follow him.
You would have died. Believe it or not, I am glad the two of you
survived."
Theo's eyes looked suspiciously moist then. "Do you hate us
now?" he asked, sounding more like he had when they had first met
at eleven than Draco had heard in years.
Draco gave a sad smile. "No, Theo, I don't hate you," he said. "I
couldn't hate you or Pansy. Hell, I'm not even sure I could hate
Blaise. I know what it was like. Remember?"
Theo closed his eyes, releasing a shuddering sigh then.
Draco waited while Theo tried to pull himself together. Finally,
Theo opened his eyes again, seeming calm but without the bravado
of earlier.
"I would be your friend again, if that is possible," Draco said.
"But it will never be more than that. Do you understand? I am in love
with my husband. And he doesn't share. He will have a hard time
even accepting you are not our enemy now."
Theo raised his chin a bit proudly. "I understand," he said calmly.

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He held his hand out then. "Friends?"
Draco smiled, flashing on the memory of the first day he and

Theo had come to that agreement. They'd had a big argument in the
common room. Theo had thought Draco was only a spoilt brat. He
hadn't known the blond's magical ability or intelligence. They had
ended up in a heated debate over the merits of Plato. It had sealed
their friendship and set the grounds for later physical explorations.
Draco took the man's hand now, the way he had taken the boy's
hand then. "Yes, I would like that," he repeated the line from the
past.

"Good," Theo said, smiling. He released Draco's hand, then
turned and strode out of the locker room. Draco watched him go and
found part of himself again that he thought he had lost in the war.
He smiled too as he hurriedly got dressed to meet his husband.

Harry stood by and opened the door to the Potions classroom for
Draco and Valen. He followed them in and saw that mostly everyone
was already there. Harry'd had to feed the baby, and so it had made
them a little later in coming.

He saw Slughorn sitting behind his desk, hands on his great belly,
and when the man saw them entering, he jumped up eagerly. "Why,
Harry and Draco," he said in a way that made it sound like Harry and
Draco were very old, good friends. He made his way over to where
they were beginning to set up Valen's things.

"Hello, Professor," Harry said, straightening up from situating
Valen's toys in his playpen.

Draco frowned but nodded to the Professor. The man had
ignored Draco during sixth year and now treated him like he had
been one of his favourites?

"You know – and now might not be the best of times – but I've
got some friends interested in speaking with you both," continued
Slughorn, paying no attention to Draco's frown. They say you've
been so awfully hard to get a hold of!"

"Yes, well that's intentional," said Harry. "We get dozens of
letters every day. It got very old very fast."

Draco wasn't even sure why he had come to the Potions class,
other than to help Harry. He didn't think that Slughorn had anything

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new to teach him.
"Ah, well, yes. I do get many letters myself," the professor said

next. "I know how it can become overwhelming. Perhaps a chat after
class?"

"Perhaps," said Harry, secretly hoping to be able to sneak off.
Slughorn smiled happily. "Good, good," he said, and then
reached over to ruffle Valen's hair. "I'm sure he'll be a joy to have in
class," he said as if he were entirely sure of it. "He already has the
look of brilliance about him. Let the records show that I had him
pegged when he discovers a potion to cure all sickness!" He chortled.
Valen burbled in response.
Draco hid his smile behind his hand and turned his attention to
pulling out parchment, a quill, and ink.
Theo and Pansy were sitting nearby. Theo nodded to Draco and
the blond responded in kind. Pansy was giving them both a strange
look and then leant over to whisper in Theo's ear.
Harry noticed, and didn't respond to the gesture outwardly. He
just couldn't understand how Draco could ignore that Nott and
Pansy had tried to kill him – both of them. Or at least known about it
and not said a word. He sighed, rubbed their son's head fondly, and
then took his seat next to Draco as Slughorn moved toward the front
of the classroom again.
Theo shook his head, clearly not wanting to talk to Pansy about
what she had asked him.
"Well," said Slughorn, turning to face the students. "I'm certainly
happy to have you all back. Some of my very best students are in this
year." He gave a little wink to the Gryffindor section, and seemed to
be including Draco in this. "But I'm sure you've all heard enough
about that." He smiled around the room, holding the flaps of his
jacket. "Now, do you all remember a certain potion? One that I
showed to you, but which you never made?"
Hermione raised her hand. "Felix Felicis?" she said.
Slughorn grinned. "Very good, Ms Granger. I did show you that
one. But that's not the one I'm thinking of. Anyone else have a
guess?"
Draco sighed but raised his hand.
"Ah, yes. Draco?" Slughorn asked.

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"Amortentia," the blond answered.
"And that's the one," said Slughorn. "Very good, Mr Malfoy," he
praised. "Amortentia. The most powerful Love Potion in the world,
and what you will be tested on in your N.E.W.T.s. Can anyone tell
me a distinctive property of this potion?"
Hermione raised her hand again and it went like that for several
minutes as Slughorn asked questions about the potion, but then they
were finally able to retrieve their ingredients from the student store
cupboard and begin their work.
Harry covered Valen with another protective charm and then set
about counting out his frozen Ashwinder eggs.
Draco focused on following the instructions. He was amused to
be making the potion after all the research he had done on love
magic when they were studying the room in the Department of
Mysteries.
"It's hard to believe how this stuff smells when it's finished," said
Lavender, whose face was screwed up as she cut open a flobberworm
and squeezed out some of the mucus within.
Parvati nodded next to her. "Mine smelled like chocolate and
fuchsia. Oh, and spice." She smiled at the memory.
"Mine smelled so much better than that," said Lavender. "Mine
was like a sugar cookie and-"
"It smells different to every person," said Hermione. "So of
course you would think yours smelled better."
Lavender and Parvati gave her small frowns, but Hermione didn't
seem to notice as she focused on the ingredients before her.
Draco was adding the Ashwinder eggs and leaned over his
husband to reach for the quill. He smirked. He knew what his
smelled like. He would never have told anyone back then, but it
smelled like Harry. Which was rather like fresh air and green grass.
He looked at the man in question and almost messed up the potion
because of the momentary distraction.
Harry flushed a little at his own memory. He liked the Quidditch
smell and the treacle tart okay, but he also remembered the flowery
smell that was Ginny's perfume. He was eager to get the potion
finished to see if the smell had changed. It had to have changed, but
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Valen seemed to be getting pretty excited, jumping, squealing and
wiggling his hands and feet.

The room was eventually filled with simmering potions and
swirling mist and, all at once it seemed, Harry got a great whiff of
treacle tart, a broomstick handle, and ... something like vanilla and
cinnamon. He smiled and sighed a little. It was definitely Draco's
smell. He wanted to lean over and smell the real thing, but couldn't,
as he was stirring for the last step of the potion.

Draco was smiling at the dreamy look on Harry's face.
Harry turned his head to Draco as he continued stirring, not
having any clue what his own face looked like. "It smells really good,"
he said with a smile that spread slowly across his lips.
Draco arched an eyebrow. "What does it smell like to you?" he
asked.
"You, of course," Harry answered, still smiling. "And Quidditch,
and my favourite dessert, but you're the best."
"I thought I was your favourite dessert," Draco teased. Their
potion was done and appeared to be working.
Harry snorted. "You are rather delicious," he said, kissing Draco
on the cheek and giving him a little lick that no one would've been
able to see. "What do you smell?" he asked, grinning.
"Same thing I smelled the last time," Draco answered, smirking
and reaching a hand under the table to caress his lover's thigh.
Harry's grin widened. "Did you smell me the last time?" he asked.
Draco flushed and nodded. "Told you, always you," he
whispered.
"There's certainly nothing to be embarrassed about," Harry said
softly as he began leaning in towards Draco. "I find it rather
delightful."
"Except that it turns me on," Draco whispered.
"Nearly everything turns you on," Harry whispered back,
knowing how hypocritical his statement was.
Draco smirked but didn't argue the point. Back in sixth year, he
had actually considered a way to slip the potion to Harry but had
decided against it.
Harry turned his head away from Draco when Valen let out a
particularly loud yell. He laughed at the baby's excitement. "What do

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you think he smells?" he asked.
"If it is what he loves, then probably trouble," Draco laughed.
Harry laughed some more at that. "Yes. If anyone would smell

trouble, it would be him."

Draco had enjoyed Potions class in spite of the fact that it reminded
him of how much he missed his godfather. It somehow felt wrong to
listen to the cheerful voice of Slughorn in place of Severus's stern
one. He still had nightmares sometimes of that moment when the
man had sacrificed his own life for Draco's. His thoughts were on the
past as he held his husband's hand and carried his son with his silver
one. The boy was growing bigger daily and he found the silver hand
could take the stress of holding him better.

Harry, too, had enjoyed Potions class. He knew it was very sappy,
but he'd liked brewing a Love Potion with Draco, and knowing that
the potion had smelled like his husband. He turned his head and
smiled at Draco and then caught sight of Valen, who was chewing
and slobbering on his own little fingers. "He's been drooling so much
lately," Harry mused, reaching over Draco as they walked to wipe at a
drip at the corner of Valen's mouth.

"He chews on everything now," Draco said, getting used to
having to clean his silver hand of said drool. "You want to take him
for dinner tonight?" he asked.

Harry frowned inwardly. He had absolutely no idea why Draco
sat with the Slytherins. It wasn't as if they were actual students
anymore, and even then he wouldn't have had to sit with them, but
Harry didn't say anything against it. "Sure, I'll take him," he answered.

Draco handed Valen to his husband when they reached the Great
Hall, leaning in to kiss Harry as he did.

Harry kissed Draco back with Valen in his arms, smiling against
his lips before heading over to join Ron, Hermione and the others at
the Gryffindor table.

Draco straightened his robes and strode into the room, head held
high and manner as haughty as it had ever been. He smiled as others
moved aside to make room for him at the table beside Theo and
across from Pansy again.

– CHAPTER NINE –

Nott

"Did you enjoy Potions today, Draco?" Pansy asked from across the
Slytherin table, smirking.

Draco arched an eyebrow, suspicious of her apparent good cheer.
"Yes, did you?" he asked politely. Beside him, Theo was looking
suspiciously at Pansy as well. He passed the bread to Draco without
comment.

Draco had been sitting at the Slytherin table since they'd arrived
at the school, so no one really paid it too much attention like they
had on the first day. Harry still watched him, though. He couldn't
help himself. He was still jealous of Nott, and Pansy too, for that
matter, but he couldn't help that either. He was jealous of their pasts
with Draco more than anything. They'd been his friends and ... lovers
for longer than Harry had, and he still couldn't help thinking about
how they might know Draco better than he did, as irrational as it was.

"Yes," Pansy said. "You certainly are all domestic with Potter,"
she added. "Not how I ever pictured you, Draco."

Draco shrugged. "I always wanted a family," he said, and she
winced. He hadn't meant it to bring up old hurts. He had broken it
off with her at the beginning of sixth year, long before he'd ever
kissed Harry. But it probably didn't feel good to her anyway.

"You finally beat him," Theo said beside him, obviously trying to
change the topic.

Draco smiled. He had been getting a lot of attention over that
and he enjoyed it. He glanced at Theo, meeting his eyes and nodding.

Harry sighed, looking away and down at Valen. He kissed his
blond hair and smiled.

"He's dripping on your shirt," said Ginny.
"Yes, he drips on everything," Harry replied. He took a napkin
from the table to wipe at Valen's face as the baby tried to get away
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Draco remembered then how comfortable Theo had always
made him feel. In fact, he had been sitting with Theo the first time he
had ever seen that Love Potion. He remembered Slughorn chiding
them about how they knew nothing of obsessive love. And they had
found that funny.

Draco blushed and looked down at his food. He had been staring
into Theo's eyes without realising it.

Harry finished wiping Valen off and glanced quickly at Draco
again. He'd thought about sitting at the Slytherin table with his
husband a few times, like he had been going to do that first time, but
didn't want to make Draco feel like he couldn't do anything by
himself. Maybe Harry did treat Draco like a child, as Ron had said
before. He frowned, sighing quietly.

Draco felt warmer and his heart sped up. He glanced shyly at
Theo. Had the other man's eyes always been that amazing shade of
brown, like milk chocolate?

Theo's mouth dropped open when Draco looked at him this
time, licking his lips.

Draco suddenly had the urge to lick those lips himself. He could
remember their taste even now and wondered if they would still be as
hot.

"You know, I bet he'll be getting his first tooth soon," said
Hermione from across the table. "Babies usually start that around his
age."

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," said Harry, frowning at what a
tooth might feel like if Valen were to bite him while eating, which
he'd already done with his gums. And that hurt bad enough. He
glanced absently at Draco again. He frowned once more. Maybe it
was just him, it was probably just him, but Draco and Nott seemed to
be looking at each other quite often. Almost every time Harry looked
over. No, I'm not going to do this again, he told himself.

Draco forced himself to look away. He tried to concentrate on
his food. But his gaze kept returning to the beautiful man sitting next
to him. His attention shifted and he looked down Theo's body. The
other man had certainly filled out since they had last been together.
How would it feel to touch him?

Harry continued to watch Draco. His husband was hardly

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looking away from Nott. At all. And they weren't even talking to each
other. Draco was looking at Nott more than Nott was looking at
Draco. Harry's frown grew.

Draco shifted closer to Theo, his thigh against the other man's.
Theo snapped his head in Draco's direction, eyes widening in
surprise. "Draco?" he whispered.

The blond leaned in to whisper against the other man's ear and
felt the shiver his breath caused in Theo. "Meet me tonight," he said.

Harry's eyes widened and he clenched his hand under the table.
His breathing sped up. What was Draco doing whispering in Nott's
ear? Why would he need to whisper in Nott's ear? Draco knew how
Harry felt about it. He knew. Why would he do that?

Draco's heart was beating fast. He wanted Theo. He wanted to
know what he was missing.

Theo had gasped and closed his eyes. He hesitated and then
whispered, "Where?"

"You know where," Draco answered, voice deep with promise. It
had the desired effect as Theo shivered again.

Harry was scowling now, and very hurt. Did Draco not care at all
about what he had told him? Harry couldn't believe that, but he
couldn't think of any possible excuse for what Draco was doing right
in front of his eyes. He was openly flirting – more than flirting. He
was giving Nott that look that Harry knew very well. That look.

Valen whimpered and Ron looked over at Harry, concern etched
in his features. "Harry?" he asked.

Harry's heart gave a painful beat and he felt frozen to the spot.
Draco was oblivious to his husband's reactions, only seeing Theo
now. He slid his hand under the table and over the other man's thigh.
Theo jumped, giving Draco a look of confusion.
Harry's eyes widened further and Valen began to squirm. His
breath sped up even more. The possibility that Draco was playing a
very, very un-funny joke couldn't be it. Harry didn't know what the
hell his husband was doing. He looked to be groping Nott under the
table. Groping him.
Even Ron was staring wide-eyed at Draco, his mouth open.
Harry didn't know whether to leave the room or to walk over to
Draco and demand an explanation, but he certainly couldn't sit at the

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table and watch it.
Theo shut his mouth and was looking at Draco with a mixture of

desire and surprise.
Draco smirked. He knew that look meant that Theo would meet

him where he had asked. He released Theo's thigh and went back to
eating, a smug look upon his face.

Pansy had watched the entire exchange with a small smile.
Harry was shaking now. Draco hadn't even looked up at him.
Not even once. It didn't make any sense. Harry stood up from the
bench and handed his child to Hermione, ignoring his friends'
befuddled questions. He walked across the Hall to the door,
expecting Draco to follow him.
Draco looked up when Harry left the room. He considered going
after the other man but then realised that would mean an argument
and he might not get to meet Theo.
He continued eating for a few more minutes. Then he leant over
to Theo again. "Follow me," he whispered. Then he got up and left
the room.
Harry had stood and waited outside the doors for Draco, growing
steadily more angry and hurt as the minutes ticked by. A few angry
tears of frustration managed to escape him and he was utterly
confused. Completely confused. He could not work it out. Had he
done something? No, of course he hadn't. Draco had been fine right
before they'd sat down, and he'd never acted that way before.
Harry was just about to turn back into the Hall and make Draco
follow him when the doors opened and the person in question
stepped out.
Damn, Draco thought. He hadn't counted on Harry waiting for
him. He took a deep breath and turned to face him, trying to look
normal. "Where's Valen?" he asked.
Harry couldn't believe Draco would ask him that while his eyes
were red with tears and his face still wet. "Did you not see me get up
and leave?" he asked.
"Yes," Draco said, frowning. "Are you upset about something?"
He hadn't even noticed that Harry was crying.
Harry closed his eyes and didn't speak for a moment. "Why did
you do that in there?" he asked, unable to even spit it out how he

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wanted. The lump in his throat felt too thick. "You know we already
talked about it. You know what I told you."

"Do what? Have dinner with my House?" Draco asked.
"You're going to pretend that you don't know what I'm talking
about?" Harry asked incredulously.
"How would I know?" Draco asked, arms crossed defensively
across his own chest.
Harry looked down as yet another tear fell but then looked back
up angrily, his eyes burning. "You were ..." he gestured wildly in
Draco's face, "with Nott!"
"Talking with Theo?" Draco asked, smirking.
"Why are you acting like this?" Harry hissed, unable to help it
when that smirk spread across Draco's face. "Why the fuck are you
acting like this?"
"Potter," Draco drawled, "you are the one throwing a tantrum in
the hall. Over what?"
Harry's eyes widened again. He didn't even know what to say to
Draco.
"I am going for a walk," Draco declared, and strode out of the
entrance hall, toward the Slytherin dungeons.
Harry couldn't even think of words to say to stop Draco. He
stood completely still, trying not to start crying again as he watched
his husband simply walk away from him with no explanation.
Draco made his way into a deeper part of the dungeon, to the old
store room. He used a simple spell to unlock it. Someone, long
before Draco had come to Hogwarts, had placed a sofa at the back.
He sat down and waited for Theo to join him.

Harry stood looking at the spot where Draco had been standing, just
staring. None of this made an ounce of sense. He didn't even look
away from the spot when the oak doors behind him opened.

"Harry?" came Hermione's voice after a moment. He heard her
footsteps as she came towards him. "Harry ... what's...?" She finally
came around to the front of him and gasped quietly. "Harry, what's
wrong?" she asked, staring at his face.

Harry closed his eyes.
"Where's Draco?"

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Harry's eyes opened again. "He went to take a walk," he meant to
say scathingly, but it came out as a near sob.

"What's wrong?" Hermione repeated, her voice more firm.
"Where's my son?" Harry asked, ignoring her previous question
and making to stride around her.
She grabbed his arm. "Ron has him," she said. "And he's
perfectly fine. Please tell me what happened. Ron said he saw...."
"Draco flirting with fucking Nott?" Harry spat.
Hermione's eyes widened with his tone and she seemed
speechless for a moment.
"Yeah, I saw it, too," he continued, more tears coming no matter
how many he wiped away.
"That's ridiculous," Hermione said. "I'm sure he wasn't."
"I'm sure he was!" Harry said loudly.
Hermione glanced at the doors they were standing in front of.
"Everyone can hear you shouting," she said. "Come with me and we
can-"
"I'm going to get Valen," Harry cut her off.
"Look at you," she said, her grasp on his arm tightening. "He's
with Ron and he's fine. Do you really think you should take him right
now?"
Harry closed his eyes again.
"Listen to me," she said. "I know why you're upset, but does any
of this make any sense?"
"No," Harry hissed. "That's why I don't – don't -" He reached up
and pulled his hair.
"Come on," Hermione said, rubbing his shoulder. "Let's not talk
where everyone can hear us."
"I don't want to talk abou-"
"Just come here and listen to me and then we can go and find
Draco."
"I don't want to find him," Harry said, choked up again.
"Just come here, Harry," she said in a soothing voice. "Please just
come here?"
He protested when she began to tug gently on his arm, but did
follow, not knowing what else he should do.
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didn't go too far with him. She stopped in a corridor on the first floor
and faced Harry.

"What?" he spat. "This is pointless. I don't need to talk about it."
"Would Draco flirt with Theodore Nott?" she asked him
seriously.
Harry scowled very heavily, his heart and fists clenching. "He
did," he said.
"Would he?" she pressed.
"He did," Harry said again.
"But, Harry, you know as well as I do that he wouldn't. Draco
loves you more than anything. Why would he do that?"
"I don't know," Harry spat. He suddenly felt like he wanted to kill
something, and his eyes watered.
Hermione rubbed his arm. "I think someone slipped Draco a
Love Potion," she said seriously.
"What?" Harry asked, voice high.
"He was fine before dinner," she went on. 'You two weren't
fighting and he would never do that to you even if you were fighting."
Harry frowned, wiping at these damned tears!
"He sat at the Slytherin table next to Nott, who I've noticed has
been ... staring at Draco," she said. "We were making Amortentia in
Potions. Doesn't that make more sense than Draco suddenly acting
so very different for no reason at all?"
Harry sniffed. "You think Nott gave Draco a love potion?" he
asked.
"Doesn't that make sense?" she repeated.
Harry was silent for a moment. "Yes," he said. It did make a hell
of a lot more sense.
"See?" she said. "All he has to do is take the antidote and he'll be
fine."
Harry sighed shakily with relief, wiping at his face with his hands,
but then he paused. "Nott gave Draco a Love Potion," he said.
Hermione's brows furrowed.
"Theo fucking Nott gave my husband a Love Potion," Harry
growled. "I'll kill him." He turned abruptly, heading back for the
Great Hall.
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can't start a fight!"
"Why not?" Harry spat. "Nott slipped Draco a Love Potion!"
"Because you can't!" Hermione exclaimed, reaching to grab hold

of him.
"Fine, he and I can just sit down for a lovely chat," Harry said,

not slowing his pace.
"Harry," Hermione groaned.
Harry ignored her, speeding down the steps. He strode quickly

across the entrance hall and then though the oak doors. Several heads
turned towards him when he entered and he began immediately for
the Slytherin table – but didn't see Nott there. His eyes narrowed.
"Where's Nott?" he asked the nearest Slytherin student, who looked
to be in about fifth or sixth year.

The boy looked at him with narrowed eyes, but seemed cautious
as well. "I don't know," he said. The surrounding Slytherins looked at
Harry similarly.

Harry scowled. Nott wasn't in the Hall then. Harry went
completely still for a moment. Neither was Draco.... Draco and Nott
weren't in the Great Hall and Draco was currently under the world's
strongest Love Potion. Harry's eyes widened and he gasped, turning
and heading right out of the Great Hall again. He could see Ginny
holding Valen at the Gryffindor table as Ron seemed to be getting
worriedly to his feet, but he didn't stop.

He moved quickly out into the entrance hall again and headed in
the direction Draco had gone when he'd left. He recognised the path
to the dungeons.

Harry could hear Hermione and Ron following, and could hear
Ron asking Hermione questions, but he still didn't stop. His heart
was beating frantically and he could only imagine the sorts of things
Nott and Draco could be.... He sped up, running though the halls
and down staircases.

– CHAPTER TEN –

Betrayal

Draco hadn’t really considered the idea that Theo wouldn’t show.
Yet, as he waited, he did begin to worry. He got up and paced the
tight space of the storeroom. It seemed a long time before the door
finally opened and his old lover was standing there.

“Draco?” Theo asked, looking into the gloom.
“Here, Theo,” Draco answered, walking to him. He reached a
hand out and cupped the back of the other man’s head, bringing his
mouth down on Theo’s.
Theo gasped at the kiss, mouth opening as he did. Draco wasted
no time, thrusting his tongue inside and pressing himself against
Theo’s body.
Theo’s hands fluttered, as if he was unsure what to do, but then
he wrapped his arms around Draco, hands sliding over his back.
Draco walked backwards, pulling Theo with him toward the sofa
without breaking their kiss.
Theo did break the kiss to gasp and whisper, “Draco. I'm not
complaining, but didn’t you say...?”
Draco didn’t let him finish, closing his mouth over Theo’s again
and grabbing the man’s hair to control the kiss. He felt Theo
surrender then and kissed him so hard it might have hurt. Drawing
his wand, Draco cast the Disrobe Spell on himself and then on Theo.
Theo shivered and pulled back again. “Fuck,” he whispered.
“Yes,” Draco agreed, hands running over Theo’s flesh now, his
mouth closing on the man’s throat, nipping and sucking. He pushed
Theo down and back on the sofa, one knee between the other man’s
legs, pressing his erection against Theo’s thigh. “You are so hard for
me, aren’t you?” Draco asked when he felt the other man’s arousal
against his own thigh.
“Yes, you,” Theo answered, thrusting up against Draco’s body.
“Should I fuck you, Theo?” Draco asked. They had touched and

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sucked each other before, but never that.
“Yes,” Theo groaned, one hand grasping at Draco’s hair, the

other sliding over the flesh of Draco’s arse.
“Spread your legs,” Draco told him, and the other man complied

quickly, one leg on the floor and the other bent and braced against
the back of the sofa.

Draco cast the Lubrication Spell, reaching slick fingers down to
find Theo’s opening. He pressed one inside, feeling the man’s body
tighten.

“Draco, yes,” Theo gasped, lifting his hips.
Draco had never been inside any man besides Harry and he
shivered now. He wanted Theo; he could feel that. Harry wouldn’t
want him to do this. Something about it was bothering him. He
paused, trying to clear his head, but beneath him, Theo moaned.
Draco felt a surge of desire again and positioned himself, the head of
his cock pressing into the other man.

Harry was panting as he moved quickly from cold stone corridor to
cold stone corridor, Ron and Hermione still following. They'd both
called for him to wait, but had seemed to have given up on that.
Harry continued to run and then paused very quickly. He could see
someone up ahead and began down the dark hallway, unable to tell
who it was.

When Harry approached the figure in the hall, he saw that it was
Pansy Parkinson and frowned confusedly. And then he heard the
moans. He went completely still for about a second, and then walked
quickly past Pansy to the door that she had been looking into. And
then he went completely still again. Draco was entirely naked and on
top of Theo Nott.

He was fucking him. Harry's husband was fucking another man.
Harry knew he had taken a potion, but he wasn't prepared for the
ache that seemed to rip through him. "Draco," he gasped, hardly able
to get the word out.

Draco pushed slowly inside Theo's body, both of them moaning as
he did. Theo was clutching his shoulders, eyes rolling back into his
head. The man's body clenched around Draco's cock and he

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shuddered. "Theo," the blond gasped, pulling back and pressing in
again.

Theo grabbed Draco's hair with one hand and pulled. "Yes,
more, Draco!" he cried out.

Draco was pumping his hips now, thrusting into the man
writhing under him. He heard the sound of someone yelling but
ignored it.

Theo's eyes grew wide and he looked toward the door. "Draco,"
he said urgently. "Draco, I hear Potter."

By the door, Pansy was smiling at Harry.
Ron and Hermione caught up then and Hermione walked up to
him, panting. "Harry, what ...?" Her eyes went very wide when she
looked into the room as well. She took a step back, covering her
mouth.
After another moment of complete stillness Harry regained
control of his body and let out a loud sound like a snarl. He leapt
forward, prepared to throw Draco off of Nott and then kill the man
with his bare hands.
"Harry!" Ron shouted. And he must have been anticipating
Harry's move, for he leapt forward too and grabbed him, sending
both of them crashing down.
Harry scrambled on the floor, trying to get away from Ron and
cursing that he was there. "Get off him!" he roared, not knowing if
he was talking to Nott or Draco, even though Draco was technically
the one on top. Harry kicked his legs. "Let me go, Ron!" he growled,
hating how Ron always seemed to fucking jump on him. "Draco, get
off him!" he shouted.
The compulsion hit Draco before he was even aware of what was
going on. He rolled off the couch, falling to the floor, shaking.
"I'll fucking kill you, you fucking bastard!" Harry screamed at the
door from the ground. "I'll fucking kill you!"
Nott was scrambling to sit up and looking around for his wand,
which seemed to have disappeared with his clothes.
Draco felt dazed and confused. "Theo," he said, reaching a hand
toward the man.
At that moment Harry found that trying to Summon people with
Accio didn't work, as he tried to Summon Nott.

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"Harry!" Ron shouted. "Calm the hell down!" He was panting
and flushed as he tried to hold on to Harry.

"Harry, he's right! Stop!" Hermione let out in a strange shout.
Harry struggled and struggled until he finally threw Ron off him
by will, sending him rolling to the side. Harry scrambled to his feet
and rushed through the door.
Theo had managed to find Draco's wand and was holding it in
front of him as Harry advanced. "Stop, Potter," he said.
Harry laughed at him. It was slightly hysterical, but still a laugh.
"Or what?" he asked.
"Don't hurt him," Draco said, gasping and getting to his feet to
stand between the two men.
Harry clenched his teeth. "He slipped you a Love Potion, Draco,"
he said, eyes hard.
"You're just jealous," Draco countered, eyes narrowed as he
stood between Harry and Theo.
Harry's face contorted in anger and he made to get around Draco
at Nott.
"If you are going to hurt someone, hurt me," Draco said,
stepping in his husband's path again. "This was my idea."
"He slipped you a Love Potion, Draco," Harry growled through
his teeth. "Did his cock feel nice, Nott?" Harry asked, looking over
Draco's shoulder. "It better have because it's the last one you'll ever
fucking have."
Nott held his chin up defiantly. "I did not give him a potion of
any kind," he declared, still holding the wand.
"You liar," Harry hissed. "You're a fucking brave one, too."
"Theo wouldn't do that to me," Draco said. "You're just jealous
because I want him. Because he was my lover before you were."
That stabbed Harry like a knife in the heart and he tried not to
show it. "Nott," he said, voice very low. "If you don't tell him that
he's under a Love Potion, I will tell him to move and then I will tear
you apart."
"Is it really that hard to believe he might still want me?" Nott
asked. But he didn't sound as sure of himself now. "I don't know why
he changed his mind, but I swear I didn't use anything on him."
"And I swear that if you hurt him, I will never speak to you

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again," Draco said, eyes narrowed in anger as he faced his husband.
He could feel Harry's magic crackling over his skin and it was hard to
breathe but he forced himself to hold his ground.

Harry's entire body shook with those words, but now he knew
Draco was under a Love Potion. He knew it beyond a shadow of a
doubt. "You are not making this any easier," he said to his husband.

"Draco, you really are under a Love Potion!" Hermione cried
from the doorway. "Come with us to Professor Slughorn and he can
give you the antidote."

Harry only glared over Draco's shoulder still.
"I think Potter is the one behaving irrationally here," Draco
snapped. "Potter agrees not to hurt Theo or I am not going fucking
anywhere with him!"
Harry couldn't help that his eyes watered from hearing those
words from Draco's mouth, but he blinked rapidly as he rubbed his
forehead. "Are you planning on keeping this up?" he growled at Nott.
"Because I will make him come with me if I have to, and then I'll kill
you."
"You should listen to him if you're not completely thick," Ron
said stonily. "You're not really much for him to deal with."
"What the fuck do you want from me?" Theo shouted. "I didn't
do anything to Draco. Are you saying that I gave him the potion we
made in class today?" His eyes narrowed. Only those in the
storeroom heard him mutter "that bitch" under his breath.
"Yes, I'm saying you gave him the potion we made in class
today," Harry said, hands clenched. "And what the fuck are you
talking about?"
Draco looked back over his shoulder at Theo, having caught the
meaning of what the other man was angry about. "Theo?" he asked.
"You don't think I feel this way because of a potion?"
Theo winced, clearly beginning to consider the idea. "Draco," he
said, faltering. "I think they may be right. Remember, you turned me
down last time. Now, tonight, suddenly you want me."
"What last time?" Harry asked, eyes narrowed, and then he
looked at Draco. "Yes. See, Draco? You are under a Love Potion.
You are my husband. You're mine. I'm yours."
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at Theo. "But, Theo, how can you say that?" he asked.
Theo winced. "That tears it," he said. "You don't even sound like

you, Draco. Go with Potter, take the antidote. If you still feel this
way about me after, let me know." Nott was shaking, and he lowered
the wand.

Harry felt another ache when his words didn't affect Draco at all.
Words that usually made Draco's eyes turn soft. Harry clenched his
teeth again. "We have to go to Slughorn. And then we have to get
Valen. Ginny has him."

Draco was torn. Something in the way Harry looked pulled at
him. Then at the mention of their child he was frowning. He looked
back over at Theo as if waiting for Theo to tell him to stay.

Theo looked like he was in pain. He slid down from where he
had been standing and sat on the couch. "Can you bring my clothes
and wand back, Draco?" he asked.

Draco blinked, still confused. "Don't you want me to stay with
you?" he asked his old friend.

"No, not if it is a Love Spell," Nott admitted. "Go, take the
antidote and let me know how it turns out." He held out Draco's
wand and the blond took it without thinking. Then he grimaced and
called their clothes to them. Draco stood and watched, feeling hurt as
Theo started dressing himself.

Harry was clenching and unclenching his hands as the ache inside
him seemed to grow. "If you didn't do it," he said to Nott, "then who
did?" He looked behind himself to Pansy, thinking about Nott's
words from a moment ago. His eyes narrowed when he realised
Pansy was no longer in the doorway. "Why would Pansy Parkinson
slip Draco a Love Potion for you?" Harry asked, still itching to hit
Nott at least once.

Draco scowled, glancing between Harry and Theo. "I am not
under a Love Spell," he declared. "I don't know what you are talking
about."

Theo had finished getting dressed. He eyed Harry warily but
stepped up to Draco, looking into his eyes. "Get dressed, Draco," he
whispered. "Take the damn antidote. I will have a talk with our
mutual friend."

Harry narrowed his eyes, but didn't say anything. He stood,

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waiting for Draco to get his clothes on.
Draco reached his silver hand for Theo, wrapping it around the

back of his head and pulling him forward into a kiss. Theo froze,
neither fighting nor encouraging the kiss.

Harry's mouth dropped open. "Draco, stop," he hissed, shaking.
The compulsion forced Draco to draw back and drop his hand.
He hissed and glared at Harry. "You enjoying ordering me around,
Potter?" he asked.
Theo shook his head. "Shut up, Draco," he said. "You will only
regret it later." Then he faced Potter. "Can I leave now?"
"Go," Harry said through his teeth, eyes tearing up again.
Theo turned sideways, working his way past the Gryffindors
without touching any of them. He gave Draco one last look when he
reached the door. Then he turned and strode toward the Slytherin
Common Room.
Draco took a few steps as if he would follow the other man.
Harry didn't move for a moment and quickly wiped his eyes on
his sleeve. "Draco, we can't go up to Slughorn if you don't have
clothes on," he said.
Hermione inched into the room and rubbed his back. "Only a
few more minutes," she said soothingly.
Draco scowled and then angrily began putting his clothes on.
Harry waited for his husband and was secretly thankful for
Hermione's touch. He wanted to run up to Slughorn's office. Draco
couldn't get the antidote quick enough.
When Draco was dressed, he crossed his arms over his chest,
wand still in hand, and glared at the three of them.
Hermione winced as she looked at Draco, looking like she was
feeling very sorry for him. "Oh, Draco," she said under her breath
with a sigh. She walked out with Harry while Ron waited by the door
for Draco to follow.
Draco walked behind the Gryffindors as they all headed to
Slughorn's office.
Harry had to endure the entire trip with Draco walking behind
him and not holding his hand. Even that hurt. He felt relief when
they were nearing the office, but there was a strange smell that grew
stronger the nearer they got. Harry's nose was wrinkled up by the

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time he was standing in front of the office. He knocked.
A few moments passed before Slughorn came to the door. He

opened it up, pinching his nostrils. "Harry!" he said in a nasally voice.
"Came to have that talk I mentioned earlier?"

"No," said Harry, glancing behind himself at Draco. "I actually
came for an antidote."

"An antidote?" Slughorn asked, sounding disappointed.
Harry nodded. "For Amortentia," he said.
Slughorn's face fell quite a bit. "Amortentia?" he said. "Why
would you need an antidote for that?"
Harry sighed quietly, looking down. "Someone slipped some to
Draco. He's under it right now."
"Oh, Harry," said Slughorn, and Harry did not like the sound of
that. Hermione rubbed his back some more.
Draco hung back, arms crossed over his chest as he glared at
everyone. He didn't think he was under the influence of a potion. But
even if he had been, he wasn't happy about being forcibly interrupted
in the middle of sex. He was embarrassed and angry.
Slughorn opened his door some more and stood back to let
Harry see inside the room. Filch was on hands and knees, wearing
some weird plug on his nose as he scrubbed at the floor, scowling.
Harry looked back at Slughorn, confused.
Slughorn sighed. "That's the antidote," he said. "On the floor."
Harry's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.
Draco shook his head. "This is ridiculous," he declared, voice
sullen and angry.
Ron frowned at Draco from over his shoulder. "You are really
going to hate it if you don't stop talking," he told him quietly.
"What do you mean that's the antidote?" Harry asked, voice filled
with horror.

– CHAPTER ELEVEN –

Compelled

Slughorn winced before Harry. "Well, I came back here after dinner
and was going to put the supply of Amortentia antidote away, as we'd
finished with that ... but it slipped from my grasp and, well, there you
have it." The man gestured toward Filch, who looked like he wanted
nothing more than to hit Slughorn.

Draco scowled. "So this is obviously a waste of time," he huffed,
and moved to leave.

"Harry," said Ron in warning as Draco turned.
Harry turned quickly, too. "Draco," he groaned. "Please don't
make me force you to stay."
"Theo and Pansy were right, you do think you have the right to
order me around," Draco snapped, scowling at Harry now.
Harry groaned again, covering his face with his hands.
"Draco, you really are going to be very upset when you snap out
of this. Please just stand and wait until Harry can fix it," said
Hermione, frowning and looking at Harry concernedly.
"First, I don't take orders from you," Draco said to Hermione.
"And second, even if it were a potion, the antidote is obviously not
available. So I don't know why I have to remain here."
Hermione sighed.
"You don't have any?" Harry asked, desperate as he turned back
to Slughorn.
"The only antidote I have is ... on the floor," Slughorn answered.
"You can't make some more?" Harry asked. "I can't leave him
like this!"
Slughorn winced again. "Well, I could, but ... the ingredients take
... months to stew," he said, sounding truly sorry.
Harry's mouth fell completely open and a small disbelieving
sound escaped him.
"Now, now, Harry," Slughorn said quickly. "I do know of a place

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where you can order Amortentia Antidote pre-made ... though I
suppose that might take a few days."

"I don't have a few days!" Harry spat.
Draco shook his head. He was seriously considering trying to
leave again. The problem was that Harry could compel him to stay
even if he did try.
"Are you ... well, are you sure he's been slipped Amortentia?"
Slughorn asked.
"Yes, I'm sure!" Harry snapped, trying to think of what to do.
"You could see what the Headmistress might have to say...."
Slughorn suggested.
"I want the potion taken off him!" Harry insisted. "I want it off
him!"
Draco rolled his eyes and huffed. He looked down the hall
toward where the Slytherin dorms were and wondered how Theo was
doing. He wanted to go to him.
Harry covered his face with his hands again, feeling mad with
frustration.
All of them stood looking at each other for several moments, but
then Hermione stared strangely between Harry and Draco. "Harry...."
she said thoughtfully.
"What?" Harry asked, feeling utterly miserable and still very
angry.
"Could you bring him out of it?" she asked. "It actually seems like
it might be ... simple compared to everything else you've done...."
Harry looked up at her, frowning, and then to Draco.
"I have had enough of this," Draco said, then turned again and
began walking away.
Harry groaned. There was nothing else for it. "Draco, stop," he
said, wincing.
Draco growled, held in place by the compulsion. "You three talk
about a potion," he sneered, "but the only one I see controlling me
now is Potter."
Harry closed his eyes for a moment. "Come here," he said to his
husband. He didn't want to order him around, but he couldn't simply
let Draco leave to roam around the castle looking for Theo Nott
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Draco fought the compulsion, sweat breaking out on his
forehead and pain running down his spine when he did. It didn't
help. His body walked obediently to Harry.

Harry took a very deep breath, already knowing what he would
probably have to do to bring Draco out of it with his magic. And he
didn't like the thought of it at all. It even scared him. "Draco, snap
out of it," he ordered, having to try that just in case.

"Sod off, Potter," Draco responded angrily.
Harry closed his eyes again, but then looked over at Hermione
and Ron. Hermione looked back at him with a pained, knowing
expression and Ron actually looked almost the same. Slughorn
seemed confused, but Harry wasn't explaining it to him. "Ginny has
Valen," Harry said quietly to his friends. "Can you -"
"Yes, Harry," said Hermione.
Harry sighed and clenched his teeth. "Come on, Draco," he said,
turning in the direction of Gryffindor Tower.
Draco found himself following the other man before he even had
a chance to resist. "What are you going to do?" he hissed.
Harry didn't answer him, only continued down the corridor, eyes
on the ground.
"You make me into some kind of living puppet and you have the
nerve to accuse Theo of using a potion on me?" Draco accused.
Harry took another deep breath, telling himself over and over
that it wasn't really Draco talking.
There was a reason Draco had been placed in Slytherin. He
spotted the weakness and pressed. "So how is your binding me not a
Love Spell, too?" he asked.
Harry trembled. "Because it's not," he said quietly, unable to help
it, but he didn't stop moving.
"Your magic has controlled me since that day," Draco pointed
out. "How is that different?"
Harry was heading upstairs now, still trembling, and there was no
Draco to tell him that it was okay, because Draco was the one talking.
"I know you don't really mean that," he said, trying to keep calm. He
was on the verge of not allowing Draco to speak.
"How would you know what I mean?" Draco sneered.
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his magic didn't work, he didn't know how he was going to take days
of this.

Draco winced and felt the compulsion forcing him to keep silent.
He seethed, unable to do anything but follow Potter now.

Harry wiped at his eyes, keeping his head down as he led Draco
up to the tower. He ignored the looks people gave them in the
common room and began toward the boys' staircase.

Valen saw his daddies and began squealing and reaching for
them.

Harry winced as something like sharp pain shot through him at
the sight of those green eyes and those little hands reaching out.

Ginny looked at both Harry and Draco expectantly as they stood
there.

Draco crossed his arms over his chest. He wanted to reach for his
child or say something but the compulsion prevented it. He glared at
Harry.

Harry couldn't completely ignore Valen. He couldn't. He walked
over to Ginny and picked Valen up, kissing his head. "Ron and
Hermione are coming now," he said to her. "They're going to watch
him for a bit. Draco and I need to do something."

"Okay...." she said, looking confused as she glanced at Draco.
Draco held out his hands, unable to even ask for Valen.
Harry frowned at him, unsure if he should give the baby to Draco
or not. He finally did after a few moments, even though he wanted to
go up to tower right then so that they could fix all of this.
Draco held his child, feeling some of his anger lessen with the
contact. He kissed the little boy's forehead.
Valen, for his part, patted his Daddy Draco but was looking at
him curiously. He burbled out what sounded like a question.
Harry clenched his teeth for a second. "You can talk," he said
quietly so that Ginny wouldn't hear. He didn't feel like answering any
questions that would evoke.
Draco scowled at Harry in response. Then he turned his attention
back to his son. He really didn't know what to say to the baby at this
moment. "I love you," he whispered to him.
"Can you take him until Ron and Hermione get here?" Harry
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"Sure...." she said slowly, holding her arms out to take the baby
again.

Draco glared at Harry, trying to decide whether or not to attempt
to refuse him again. Making a scene in front of their child was the
only thing that stopped him and he reluctantly handed the boy to
Ginny.

Harry took one last deep breath, turning to the boys' staircase and
making his way up to the top.

The order to follow Harry was still in place, so Draco was forced
to hurry after him. He was so angry he was red in the face.

Harry closed the door when Draco was in the room, and then
placed Locking and Silencing Charms on it. He hardly wanted to turn
and face the blond, but finally did, slowly.

"Release me," Draco hissed.
"You're under a Love Potion," Harry said as if trying to explain,
feeling like he was doing something wrong.
"So you insist," Draco drawled, arms crossed over his chest again.
"Yes, I insist," said Harry. "And in order to bring you out of it, I
have to.... You're going to have let me.... We're going to have sex."
Draco shook his head. "And does what I think matter in this?" he
said.
"I have to do it," Harry said, looking down.
"And my refusal means nothing here, I suppose," Draco said.
"Are you going to refuse?" Harry asked, voice quiet, though he
hadn't meant it to be.
"I haven't actually been asked, have I?" Draco drawled. "You
have done nothing but order me around since you came crashing into
that storage room."
"Will you please just do it?" Harry asked, surprising himself when
he found he was begging.
"Do what, Potter?" Draco drawled.
"Will you please just have sex with me?" Harry asked, looking the
floor. He knew he could simply get all of this over with if he ordered
Draco on the bed and to spread his legs, but that felt wrong.
"And what will you do if I refuse?" Draco asked.
"I – I'll have to make you," Harry replied quietly. "But I don't
want to."

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"So this isn't a real choice then," Draco scowled. "You just want
me to agree to make it easier on you."

"I want you to agree so that it's easier on both of us," Harry told
him. "Draco, you don’t – you don't know what you're saying."

"You want this, you do it," Draco hissed. "I am not going to
make this easy on you. If you wanted easy, you shouldn't have
ordered me in the first place."

Harry closed his eyes, feeling tears there. He didn't open them
again for several moments, but then said shakily, "Draco, get on the
bed. Face down."

"Can't face me, can you?" Draco sneered as his body complied
with the command.

Harry didn't answer but trembled more. He removed his own
clothes and then his husband's.

Draco shivered as Harry's magic both compelled and stripped
him. His body was responding in spite of his anger.

Harry swallowed heavily as he climbed on the bed and lubed his
fingers. He brought his shaking hand to Draco's entrance, pushing
the fingers inside him.

"Just going to fuck me and that will solve everything?" Draco
sneered. "I'm not dead, Potter."

Harry prepared Draco quickly after that, not mentioning to him
that he would be dead without this in a few hours. He lubed his own
cock, positioning himself over his husband.

Draco gritted his teeth at the feel of Harry's fingers pressing into
him. Harry really was going to rape him. He was shocked. He hadn't
thought the other man would go through with it.

Harry's breathing was shallow as he pressed the head of his cock
to Draco's opening. He stayed that way for a moment before he
began to slide inside him, wanting it over with very, very badly.

Draco's body responded to Harry's magic, opening to the other
man, while the blond began to silently cry.

Harry closed his eyes, beginning to cry as well. He could feel the
tension in his husband. Draco really didn't want him. Harry was
forcing himself on him. It was worse than Draco going cold.

Draco buried his face in his arm. He had never felt ashamed to
be taken by Harry before. He could feel the other man's magic

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crackling over his skin and it actually hurt. Hurt like it did sometimes
when Harry was angry.

"Please, Draco," Harry whispered, lowering his forehead to the
back of Draco's neck as a few tears speckled his pale skin. "Please let
this work."

Draco didn't respond. He had never felt so powerless before and
it hurt more than he realised. His body was aroused but he felt
separate from it.

Harry shook as he thrust into Draco, his eyes squeezed tightly
shut. He had an erection, but it was like it didn't make any difference.
There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. And he actually began to
wonder if he would be able to come at all. It didn't even feel like he
was with his husband. It felt like a different person beneath him. He
thrust and thrust and thrust and was trembling so badly after several
minutes that he could hardly do anything else. Draco was not
pushing back against him, Draco was not gasping his name, Draco
did not want him and Harry couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand it
even knowing that Draco wasn't in his right mind. He pulled out of
him, unable to reach completion. Tears fell from his eyes as he fell to
the side, gasping and trying to breathe.

"Release me," Draco whispered from where the compulsion held
him.

Harry cried harder. "I release it," he gasped, throwing his arm
over his head.

Draco shuddered and rolled off the bed, falling to the floor. He
lay there curled around himself, still crying.

Harry lifted his head and then dropped to the floor on the
opposite side of the bed, crawling around to Draco's side. His body
screamed for him to reach for Draco, but he didn't know – no, he did
know that Draco didn't want him. "Draco, please," he whispered to
him, unable to use his voice even. He couldn't remember ever feeling
so hurt and confused and ashamed in his life.

Draco had been crying silently but Harry's words seemed to
release something and he sobbed now. "You did it, you really did it,"
he moaned, unable still to believe that Harry had forced him like that.

"But I had to. Draco, I had to," Harry protested, tears streaming.
"You have to know I'm right. You have to. You love me."

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"Had to rape me?" Draco asked, looking up then, pain clear in his
eyes.

Harry's eyes went very, very wide and he shook violently, feeling
sick. "No, I didn't," he whispered. "I didn't."

Draco shuddered. "You did," he whispered. "I said no and you
did it anyway."

"No," Harry said, voice very high in the end. "I was trying to fix
it through the binding." He brought his knees up to his chest,
wrapping his arms around them and then burying his face there. "I
said I didn't want to." He felt even more ill.

"Fix what? That I wanted someone else?" Draco got shakily to
his hands and knees, then held on to a bed post to pull himself to
standing again.

"You don't understand," Harry sobbed. "You took the potion
and you don't understand. Listen to yourself, Draco."

Draco scowled and walked over to the door, taking his dressing
gown off the hook and pulling it on. "Let's just assume for one
minute that you're right. That I am under the influence of a Love
Potion. Explain to me how that justifies your using me like a puppet
and then raping me."

"No, it's not like that," Harry sobbed. "You don't understand," he
whispered.

"I'm asking you to explain it, Potter," Draco snapped, still
standing by the door and looking down at his husband. "Because last
I heard, Love Potions aren't fatal."

"You're not you," Harry said with his eyes shut tightly, feeling like
he was speaking more to himself. "You're not you right now."

"Because I would always be okay with doing whatever you tell
me?" Draco sneered.

"You know it's not like that," Harry whispered, moving his head
between his knees, because the world felt like it was tilted the wrong
way. "You know I don't treat you like that. You know I don't."

"Yet, isn't that what you did?" Draco asked, voice cold. "You are
supposedly rescuing me from a potion that takes away my free will,
but using your magic to coerce me to your will."

"No, Draco, because you would never do this to me!" Harry said,
suddenly shouting. "Would you rather I not do anything and let you

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go off when you're not thinking straight?! And then there's the fact
that you'll die without me! This isn't you! And you're the one who
doesn't want to take to binding off! You! But you're not you!"

"What did I do to you, Potter?" Draco sneered. "I had sex with
someone else. Someone I was already attracted to and who is a
former lover. How is that worse than rape?"

Harry lifted his head, clenching his fists. "Now you're putting
words in my mouth," he said, glaring. His face was still wet with
tears. "My husband knows how I feel about our relationship. I
already had this conversation with you, Draco, and you wouldn't do
this to me. Merlin, I wish you'd stop."

"A Love Potion may make you desire someone you wouldn't
otherwise, but it does not make you into an entirely different
person," Draco snapped back.

"Apparently, it does!" Harry shouted. "Because, Draco, if you
were asked who you love right now, who would you say?"

Draco's eyes narrowed. "Right now I am angry with you. But you
seem to be under the delusion that I stopped loving you sometime in
the last few hours."

– CHAPTER TWELVE –

Ever After

Harry stilled, his eyes narrowing as he thought. "You're saying you
still love me?" he asked. Amortentia should have been enough to
override any feelings of love Draco had for Harry.

Draco frowned, trying to puzzle out his emotions. He had been
feeling such an intense passion for Theo that he had forgotten
everything else – husband and child, especially. But he could not
remember a moment since he was eleven in which he had not been in
love with Harry Potter. And his anger at his husband was real
enough. Being in love with Harry had never stopped him from being
angry with him before. Yet, here were these other feelings about
Theo. He was genuinely confused now. Draco walked over to the
window, looking out at the now darkened sky. "Yes," he whispered.

Harry could see that Draco was confused and leapt upon it,
though he was unsure if it would do anything. "And do you honestly
think, after everything we've been through, after everything we've
done, that I would try to control you? That I would really use the
binding to manipulate you? Draco, you know I wouldn't. You know I
have far too much respect for you to ever do that. I wouldn't do that
to anyone and you're my husband! You mean more to me than
anyone else!"

"Then why?" Draco asked, still not turning around. "My having
sex with him doesn't injure anyone. Why barge in there and humiliate
me like that?"

"Because it's not you," Harry said. "And it doesn't injure anyone,
but it hurt me," he added quietly. "And I know you would never do
that to me. You would never do anything you knew would hurt me.
Never anything like that."

"And are you less hurt by what you did?" Draco asked.
"I didn't want to do that," Harry said, pushing himself to his feet.
"And maybe I shouldn't have, but I swear I only did it to bring you

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back. I promise I would never hurt you. Not ever. I love you more
than anything, Draco. I swear it."

"And refusing to fuck you on demand?" Draco asked. "Because,
face it, Harry, I wouldn't have been in danger until morning."

Harry closed his eyes. "I didn't think you would let me at all –
even when you needed it. I only wanted to get you back as soon as I
could. I didn't even know you still loved me under the potion. You
shouldn't be able to, but I think it's because of our binding. That's
why I tried to use the sex, but I ... couldn't come."

Draco was quiet for another minute, staring off into the darkness.
"I have told you before," he whispered. "Nothing can stop me loving
you." Draco turned and his face was hard, despite his previous
words. "But, Harry, if you ever force yourself on me again when I say
no, then I swear I will walk away, no matter what the consequences,"
he said.

Harry knew it would be impossible to explain to Draco in his
current state, and so he nodded to him. "Do you still think you're not
under a Love Potion?" he asked.

Draco tried to step outside the maelstrom of conflicting
emotions and analyse his own situation. He could still feel the desire
to run to Theo but he forced himself to be apart from that. It was
hard, but he closed his eyes and focused, breathing deep. "I know
that I turned Theo down last week," he said. "But today I pursued
him. I can remember that. He even tried to remind me of it actually. I
know that I have never broken my agreements with you. But today, I
didn't even remember them. That, combined with the fact that our
class brewed the potion today makes it a possibility." He turned his
back to Harry again and looked out the window.

Harry sighed, only a little shakily, and stared at Draco for several
minutes. "Would you like to be controlled by something?" he asked
cautiously. "Or would you like to be able to think straight?"

"I am controlled by something, regardless," the blond answered.
"You made that clear today in a way I had not allowed myself to
think about."

"Fine," Harry replied. "I'll take the binding off then, but not
unless you're thinking straight. Even if there's a chance you're under a
potion, don't you want to be sure?"