Proving Himself Still
First Half
The overwhelming need to relieve himself woke him mere hours after his head had hit the pillow. It was three in the morning and sheer exhaustion had kept him lying in bed until his bladder was hurting so badly he ended up curled in a ball.
Painfully, he rolled out of bed and stumbled down the hall to the loo. Trust the Order to give him the bedroom furthest from the loo.
In too much of a rush to shut the door, he yanked his trousers down and pulled his cock out. A few seconds and his urine hit the water, spraying the insides of the toilet. He cocked his head and watched the stream leave the slit of his cock, soar through the air, and land. There was nothing arousing about it. Shouldn't he have found himself aroused? He was much better looking than Potter.
But of course Potter had to be an exception. Absentmindedly, Draco wondered if he'd find anyone else pissing erotic.
Eventually, his urine seemed unable to stop, he washed his hands and headed down the hallway. Passing one of the doors, he heard soft voices speaking. The crack under the door was black and it was dark in the hallway so he moved closer, positive they weren't going to know he was eavesdropping.
It sounded like Granger and the Weasley girl. He scrunched his eyes and looked around. He was pretty sure this was the room they shared.
"...came back with Malfoy in tow, as unbelievable as that sounds. And they were acting funny, you know?"
There was a short pause. Obviously, Weasley didn't know.
"What I mean is they were holding hands. Sure, they were tied together but why were they holding hands? They were acting really odd too. Then Harry decided that Malfoy would be part of our group -- I'm sorry, Ginny, but I'm trying to convince him to let you in -- and they had some long talk outside the tent. We couldn't hear a word but buzzing if we tried. Must have used the Muffliato spell... When we went to the area they had been at, where they found the wand -- it was small! --Harry risked his neck to save Malfoy. I saw it. He just jumped at Malfoy when Voldemort cast the killing curse at him. It's mind boggling. Malfoy?"
Weasley sighed. "Harry always has been a hero. Why do you think he let Malfoy here? Think of Malfoy like Harry's little project. He is."
Draco wished he could barge in and curse her. He would do it too if Granger wasn't there. Potter would believe Granger and Ron Weasley over anyone so he would hear about it.
"A project that requires hand holding?" Granger asked skeptically.
"What I want to know," Weasley said, abruptly changing the subject. Draco supposed she didn't want to think Potter could be attracted to anyone but her. It made Draco snigger quietly into his hand. "I want to know," she continued, "how Voldemort knew Harry was at the wand. Did it happen with the other things?"
Silence. Draco strained his eyes to hear Granger's response. Everything was making sense now.
"No."
There voices lowered to a point where Draco couldn't hear anymore and he wasn't going to risk casting a spell. They might be able to hear it, or detect it. He wouldn't put anything past the Mudblood.
He stood there, thinking for the longest time, until the girls' even breaths called out to him, reminding him that it was early in the morning and he was still tired. Surrendering, Draco headed back to his room and fell asleep instantly.
The clock on the wall read noon when Draco finally rose. Blearily, he stumbled out of bed and into the loo.
"Kreacher!"
The house-elf appeared instantly, grovelling at his feet. Draco always found it amusing that Potter's elf listened to him but no one else. It would make up for Potter taking their house-elf years ago if he found a way of taking the elf without freeing it.
"Get me some food. Decent food."
"Yes, master Malfoy," he said, bowing so low his filthy ears grimed the bathroom tiles. He disappeared and Draco hopped into the shower, washing yesterday's dirt off his skin. As he watched the dirt swirl in the collected water it occurred to him that he'd slept in his own come, Potter's piss, and the usual dirt collected in the forest. How disgusting; he was slacking.
Half an hour later he was dressed, clean, and full. Leaving Kreacher to clean up, he walked down the hall, once again hearing sounds from Granger and Weasley's room.
He stopped short. It wasn't talking noises. Were they -- they couldn't be -- kissing? He pressed his ear against the door. It was definitely the sounds of kissing. But that wasn't right. Granger was dating Weasley, boy Weasley, he was sure. And Ginny Weasley fancied Potter.
Against his desire of not wanting to watch any of them snog, he cracked the door open, and gasped.
Weasley was wrapped around not Granger but Potter. Her arms were around his neck, lips fused on his, a look of pure bliss on her face. She was on her tiptoes even though she was the same height as Potter, which said a lot because she was short. He wanted to cut her short little legs off.
Potter was kissing her back hungrily, tongue visibly in her mouth. His hands, however, didn't know what to do. They swayed between landing on Weasley's waist and simply hovering in the air.
If Draco had wanted to cut Weasley's legs off it was nothing compared to the gruesome, painful things he wanted to do to Potter. Castrate him with tweezers, to start.
"I can't -- It's just -- I'm not," Potter stumbled, pushing Weasley away gently. He ran a hand over his face. "I am."
It was the usual dither that Potter spewed but it meant a lot to Weasley because her face hardened.
"Don't you try to deny me, Harry!" Her hands landed on her hips. "I don't care if this puts me in danger. Shouldn't I enjoy this in case something bad does happen? I love you, Harry, and you love me and I won't let your pride and concern get in the way anymore. It's unbelievable. You need me, this, no matter how much you deny it and I--"
"It's not that," Potter said, voice strained. He had his eyes squeezed shut and Draco opened the door a few more centimetres to see better.
Weasley breathed, "Then what?"
"It's...I can't talk about it," he replied, leaving no doubt in Draco's mind that it had to do with himself.
Weasley flung her hands in the air. "You're a right character, you know!" She stormed to the door and Draco moved away just in time. She passed by him without noticing.
"You're pants at kissing. No wonder why he doesn't want you." He had spoken in a voice pitched loud enough for Weasley to hear, but low enough so that Potter wouldn't.
She whirled around, red hair flying through the air to match her anger. "I'd like to see you do better," she growled.
"Okay." He nodded and slipped through the door. He was sure Weasley hadn't meant anything by it and if she had it was probably so that he would kiss her and make Potter angry, which result in him kicked out and Weasley gaining a boyfriend, but this was so much better. Too bad he wouldn't be able to see her reaction, unless she made a loud one.
Potter was standing beside one of the beds, head tilted back and hands massaging his forehead. Draco stopped directly beside him, slightly put out by the fact that he was as tall as Potter and he'd just said something about Potter being short, and also because the only indication Potter gave of knowing he was there was a slight tightening in his shoulders.
Draco glanced back at the door to make sure Weasley was watching. She was, an amused look on her face.
He leaned forward and raked his teeth over Potter's chin.
Potter grumbled and dropped his hands to Draco's shoulders, levelling his head to look at him.
He looked so unbelievably dim with a conflicted look that Draco kissed him, slowly, so Weasley wouldn't think he was forcing himself on Potter.
It was quite obvious he wasn't, though.
Potter's hands landed on his arse, pulling them flush against each other. They moaned simultaneously, hardening cocks rubbing together. There were too many clothes in the way. He unzipped Potter's trousers, the sound unusually loud in the otherwise silent room.
However, Potter didn't seem to think so. He shoved Draco onto the bed, pinning his hands by his head like before. It had to be some kink of his. Draco would have fought back but he wanted it to be crystal clear so that Weasley couldn't say he had made it happen. It would be more painful for her if she didn't have an excuse to fall back on.
"I can't believe it's you I want," Potter grumbled, burying his face in the curve of Draco's neck. His tongue and teeth raked a trail up to Draco's ear where he sucked gently on the earlobe. "I can't believe I'm gay."
Draco arched his back, pressing their bodies together, feeling the hardness all over. "I'm damn sexy, that's why."
Potter let out a roll of laughter, slipping a tongue easily in his mouth. The door clicked.
With a crack like a whip, Potter sat up, staring at the shut door with wide eyes.
Draco stared at him. "What, holding my hand around people is fine but Merlin forbid them find us kissing."
"Who was that?" Potter wondered.
Draco took great satisfaction in saying, "Ginny Weasley."
Potter moaned and sunk against him, mouth wrapping around the point of Draco's shoulder. "I definitely didn't want her to see. She's going to hate me."
Shifting so Potter's knee wasn't pressing sharply into his hip, Draco snorted. "She's the one who thinks you're hung up on her but too noble to do anything. Someone had to show her."
"So," he whined. "I didn't want her to find out like th-- ...Wait." He moved off the bed and glared down at him. "You knew she was there, didn't you?"
Draco shrugged.
"I can't believe you!" Potter roared, flinging his hands in the air. "How the fuck could I want someone like that?" he asked the ceilings, or the heavens through Draco had a pretty strong suspicion that Potter didn't believe in that Muggle codswallop.
"I already told you, it's my body." He ran a hand down his side, cupping his half-hard cock.
Potter stared at him before spiting acidly, "Must be."
For some reason those two words made Draco's stomach feel heavy and that made him mad. He stood rapidly and faced Potter, face close to his. "I'm not the one who risked everyone's life for a phoney wand."
"How was I supposed to know?" groaned Potter, suddenly looking anguished. He rubbed at his face. Draco stood fuming, shocked by the abrupt mood change. He was still mad and Potter had moved on.
"You seem to have an uncanny ability to not know things. I mean, look at the whole Snape thing. Who do you think told the Dark Lord you were at the Horcrux?"
Anger flashed in Potter's eyes and Draco grinned.
"I don't have to explain about Snape, okay?" he growled, taking a step back to put space between them. "I don't trust him; I'm not that stupid, but I do believe he's helping us. He told us about the wand --"
"Which was a fraud and almost resulted in death."
"-- and another one -- a real one." Potter crossed his arms. "Besides, Voldemort arrived because of the wards around it."
Draco let out a laugh. There was the line. The poor, delusional idiot. "Were there wards around the other Horcruxes? Okay, and some of them could have been protective charms set to go off and notify him. I mean, why would he just do it to one?"
Potter froze, the light diminishing from his eyes.
"Yes," encouraged Draco, nodding, feeling sick satisfaction that Potter had it wrong all the time. No one was perfect, not even the saviour of the wizarding world. "Snape betrayed you. He told the Dark Lord that you were going for the Horcrux. Why else would he only be there for that one? He could have popped up any other time to set the protective charms."
"No!" Potter yelped, stomping his foot, a wild look in his stormy green eyes. "Snape didn't tell him. He didn't! I know. You haven't talked to him since the night on the Astronomy tower, have you?"
Draco frowned, not liking the reminder. But he answered smugly, "Yes, I have and he's really what he was on the Tower. A Dumbledore-killer and the Dark Lord's right-hand man."
Black hair fell into Potter's face with the force he was shaking his head. "He didn't."
Frustrated, Draco hissed. "Just because you don't want to find out you were wrong about Snape doesn't mean you can ignore what's staring you in the face!"
An ugly look twisted Potter's face, making Draco wonder why he'd ever wanted to kiss it. Potter really was that ugly and there was no reason to go gay for that piece of shite.
"What's it matter if I'm wrong or not?" Potter groused. "We still only have one more Horcrux left, besides Nagini and Voldemort. We can find the last one. I'll just not converse with Snape -- not because I agree with you but to make everyone feel better."
Draco's mouth fell open and he gaped uncontrollably. Unbelievable. He almost felt sorry for Granger and Lupin and whoever else had to put up with Potter's insane notions. No wonder they had let him do on his own thing. The boy had a head thicker than Crabbe and Goyle's put together.
"But if the Dark Lord hadn't known his Horcruxes were being destroyed he knows now. He could just make more, can't he?" It came out much too smug for a sentence that was saying the most evil wizard of their time might never disappear but Draco couldn't help himself. He wanted Potter to be wrong, at any expense.
Potter was doing his hand flinging again, but this time he stomped to the door, wrenching it open to find the Weasley twins there, fleshy strings hanging out of their ears though Draco knew with the tone of their voices they hadn't needed the extendable ears. It still made him mad.
Potter either didn't care they were there, which made no sense to Draco as he didn't want anyone to know about what they'd had going on, because he turned once more and growled, "And don't think we haven't considered that. There's nothing you can contribute that we didn't already discuss, so just shut your mouth and go -- go die under the floorboards or something!"
The door slammed shut and Draco distinctly heard one of the twins ask, "Trouble in paradise?" but there was a high-pitched squeak and then silence.
Draco flopped onto Granger's bed, kicking the multitude of books to the carpeted floor, pressed his face against the pillow and screamed.
It was the most tedious job ever and the words were swimming before his eyes, blurring together. For the rest of the day Potter had avoided him and he had avoided Potter so somehow he had ended up searching through old books for spells that could help them get the Horcrux from Voldemort. However the fuck they were supposed to do that. Granger was the most vague, maddening person ever. He didn't see how Potter and the Weasel managed being friends with her. Draco liked his friends to do what he said when he said it.
But he wasn't going to think about that. No need to dwell on the past, especially since his past was so much better than his present. Well, part of his past. Not his recent past.
The steps behind him creaked and Draco looked up from the book, noticing that the room was empty except for a dwindling fire. That was why it was becoming harder to pay attention to the words. Of course everyone would just leave him sitting there. How long had he drowsed?
He moved to stand and return to his room when it suddenly dawned on him that the footsteps he heard weren't those of someone coming down for a midnight snack. They were slow and hesitant, pausing at every creak and squeak. It was the sounds of someone sneaking around.
Curling on the couch, making sure his hair wasn't sticking up to catch the firelight, Draco waited. If he could blackmail someone, then that would be one more person who couldn't use him as a scapegoat.
The floor in the living room creaked as someone walked across to the front door but there was no one in sight. "What are you doing, Potter?" Draco asked.
The sounds stopped at the doorway and if Draco strained his ears he could hear Potter's breaths. The cloak lowered and Potter's head showed, hair sticking up, eyes rimmed by shadows or bags, Draco wasn't sure.
"What are you doing up?" Potter asked. "Everyone else is asleep."
"I was too. Where are you going?"
The silence stretched out between them and Draco was too drossy to summon up the anger he had felt all day. Plus it was hard to be angry at a floating head when all he wanted to do was laugh. He'd never had an invisibility cloak. His father had said once he beat Potter at a Quidditch game he could have one, but he never had. He'd never even been under one.
"I was going to talk to Snape. Then you will know you weren't right," Potter sighed, head falling to the right.
A spark ignited in Draco. "Take that bloody contraption off," he snapped and to his surprise Potter did, draping it over the chair closest to him. "What's your plan?"
Potter made a face and shrugged. "I don't know. Ask him about it."
"Did you meet with him before?"
"Once," he answered slowly, tapping his foot against the worn carpet. "When I didn't believe he was with us."
Draco nodded, keeping his anger in check. He was more angered that he was angry. What should he care if Potter went to risk his life?
Jerking off in the forest did not create warm feelings. It shouldn't anyway. Was he a Malfoy or just playing the part poorly? He was a Malfoy and Malfoy's didn't like Potters, abhorred them, actually.
While he was at it, they weren't gay either, and the only person they loved was the pureblood person of the opposite sex that they were arranged to marry. He didn't want to be one of those who turned against his history, his making.
Then again, he had already turned his back on the Dark Lord and got off with a boy who happened to be Harry Potter. So what if he went a little further? So what if he...no, he didn't have feelings for Potter. Couldn't.
Potter twiddled his thumbs uneasily. "You going to say so--"
"I'm going with." He stood and passed his wand over his hair, making it lie flat.
Potter squawked, "What?"
Draco nodded and a thick set of robes soared through the air to him.
"You can't," Potter protested. "Voldemort is probably looking for you at all times now that he knows you are with us. We're lucky he didn't trace you here. You are as sure as dead if you leave, you know that."
Draco grumbled. How the hell had he forgotten that? There was something seriously wrong with him. The fact still remained that "You can't go out on your own. Snape'll kill you the moment you say 'So, did you tell the Dark Lord I was getting the Horcrux?' But you're a Gryffindor so what else should I accept -- and why the fuck do you care if I die?" he added, memory filling his mind and waking him fully, earlier anger rolling back into his body. "Or doesn't 'Why don't you go die under the floorboards' ring a bell?"
Potter's hand passed over his face again, this time drawing forth a strangled groan. "I didn't mean that, okay. I was mad."
"And why didn't you mean it? Why not?"
"Draco!"
"Malfoy," he corrected because it was important, very important.
"Whatever. Look, we'll talk when I get back. Okay?"
Draco sneered and resisted saying if he came back. Instead he said, "Then take Granger and Weasley with you. You're not going alone."
"But I told Snape I would."
"Hmm. You lied, I guess."
Stubbornly, Potter crossed his arms, the firelight flickering across him and hiding his face in shadows. "Make me. Bring someone."
Draco crossed the room and leaned in until his lips were a mere centimetre from Potter's, breath bursting against his opening mouth. At the last moment, Draco pulled away, snatched the cloak off the chair, and slipped it on, disappearing up the stairs with childish delight, Potter's frustrated hisses trailing after him.
It felt so wonderful, stealthy to be travelling through Grimmauld Place in an Invisibility cloak. No one would be able to see him. He stopped outside the girls' room and cracked it open before slipping through and shutting it behind him.
He opened his mouth to wake Granger but he didn't want to deal with girl Weasley so he moved forward and, swallowing his disgust, shook Granger until she wakened, almost screaming but Draco quickly covered her mouth and shook the cloak off his head. She didn't seem any less panicked.
"Get Weasley -- Ron Weasley. Potter's downstairs and plans on visiting Snape to find out if he had betrayed him. So you better get down there," he whispered, careful to not be loud.
Granger's eyebrows rose in the moonlight bathing the room through the window. She nodded and exited the room. Before she went to Weasley she asked, "So you and Harry are together?"
Draco gave her a dirty look even he didn't understand and headed back down to a fuming Potter. Fifteen minutes of hushed argument later, in which it was three to one, Potter left, Granger and Weasley under the invisibility cloak behind him.
Draco sighed and collapsed on the couch, the need to sleep overwhelming him. He was growing soft, sending people after Potter so he'd be safe. Wouldn't his family be ashamed?
"Malfoy," a hesitant voice spoke when Draco entered the kitchen. He turned to find Tonks stationed at the table. She was in all black, blending into the darkness left over from the poor lighting. Even her hair was black. It was no wonder he hadn't seen her.
"Can I talk to you?"
He grabbed the pumpkin juice out of the fridge, waved his wand and waited for the cup to fly in his open hand before giving her the tiniest of nods. He wasn't about to forget her betrayal three days ago.
Three days ago. Draco drank his drink pensively. So much had happened in three days. It was mind boggling.
Carefully, Draco pulled out the seat in front of her and sat down.
She scrunched her nose, hair turning slowly to brown then red then blond and back again to black. "Look, I wanted to apologize for what I said that day. You know, before you left. We thought you'd run away." She gave a humourless laugh. "Course, everyone was happy, thought you would die or something, but I didn't. I think it's terrible how they acted. And Moody was the worst of all, gloating about how he'd been right all along. But don't tell him I said that."
Draco didn't mention that he was standing right behind her, girl Weasley at his heels.
"I mean, it's not like you did anything the whole time you were here. I felt absolutely terrible about what I'd said. Accusing you when I knew you wouldn't have done anything. I was just worried about Remus and lashed out." She took a deep breath, extending a thin hand. "Forgive me?"
With great satisfaction, Draco turned his nose away.
A gnarled hand landed on her shoulder and she jumped, turning to face Moody sheepishly.
"You don't want his forgiveness," Moody growled.
Tonks opened her mouth and Draco was surprised to find she was going to defend him -- she really must have felt bad. But Moody tightened his grip and continued talking, each word making Draco's urge to be rid of him in any means possible even stronger.
"Ginny, here, told me something notable." His electric-blue eye roved over Draco. "Mr Malfoy seems to be sabotaging her relationship with Harry, and there is some ulterior motive that can only bode unwell."
Draco glared at Weasley. He hadn't really expected her to tell anyone; surely she felt too much pride to admit to losing her bloke to another. He would have, at least. Had she told him everything, or made some of it up?
"Oh, got to make up lies to feel better, Weasley? Can't face the truth that he'd pick me over you?" He smiled smugly.
Tonks raised her hand a bit, a confused look on her face, but lowered it, cocking her head.
Weasley flushed red, moving around Moody and stopping once she was straight in front of Draco. "I know you're doing something to him because there's no way he would -- that!"
"Of course not," Draco hissed, bending slightly so they were eye-to-eye. "Perfect Potter couldn't be a poofter."
Her chest grew on a deep intake of breath and her eyes flashed but distantly a door opened and they both turned to the steps. A few seconds later Potter, Granger, and Weasley clomped down.
"Where were you three?" Moody asked and Draco was glad to see him perplexed. "Were you gone the whole night?"
Weasley shrugged and dropped his outdoor robes over the back of a chair. The other two followed suit.
Ginny Weasley suddenly muttered out of the corner of her mouth, "If he accepts you here, with everyone watching, I'll believe you."
Draco looked at the wild glimmer in her eyes and understood that she was grasping for her last hope.
"Potter," Moody said gruffly, "for your own safety, we need you to stop spending time with Malfoy. He's a bad influence on you and we need to know what spells he used on you."
"Huh?" was all Potter managed before Draco swooped across the room, shoving Potter against the wall and snogging him. That would show Moody just what spells he'd used on him!
"No," Ron Weasley moaned, moving away from them and sinking into a chair at the table. Draco didn't see any of the others' reactions because Potter was kissing him back with fierce eagerness, and Draco was so angry, and he needed to prove to Ginny Weasley, and besides, Potter tasted so good.
"U-upstairs," Draco gasped against his mouth. Potter's arms wrapped around him and turned them sharply. Right before they Apparated, Draco distinctly heard a ceramic cup smash against the floor and caught a wild-looking face, angry eyes framed by long red hair, glaring at him.
But then he was falling on a bed and Potter was crawling on top of him, lips fused on his neck, sucking in a sinfully delicious way.
Between gasps of pleasure, Draco took the time to glance about the room. It was much larger than his own and to his right was an open door that showed a toilet. Draco hissed, partly in indignation that Potter and Weasley had a loo connected to their room when he was so far away from one, and partly because Potter's cold hands had twisted up his shirt and were rubbing his nipples a little too harshly.
He bucked, dislodging Potter and shoved him to the side, pushing his trousers down his legs and shimmying out. Beside him, Potter rushed to get his clothes off.
Eventually, Potter was able to pull the shirt over his head and he turned to Draco, not moving. Draco didn't move either. It was starting to sink in. He couldn't control himself.
"What happened with Snape?" he asked instead of touching the bare skin a mere arms length away. He could feel the bed moving under their shifting weight and the more Draco stared and appraised Potter's body the harder his cock got until it was thick and heavy against his thigh.
It wasn't that Potter had a spectacular body because he didn't; he was much too scrawny at places, a definite lack of muscles where there should have been some, and he was hairless, but there was something about him. Maybe it was that he was blushing and it didn't spread down his arms and chest like it did when Draco blushed. Maybe it was just that Draco found hairless, scrawny boys attractive. However, Draco highly suspected he was just insane. This squashed his thoughts that he wouldn't be able to get off unless Potter was pissing. He was aching to get off.
But he didn't want to move first.
"He was a no show. Probably because he knew I'd brought people along. No thanks to you." Oddly, he didn't sound angry, probably because of the looming promise of getting off. His fingers, pale from being indoors but still darker than Draco's, twitched across the rumbled bed sheets but that was it.
Irritated, and anxious to do something very damn soon before his balls seized up and refused to work properly, Draco snatched Potter's twitching wrist and pulled him forward, stopping when Potter's lips hovered over his own.
"You know," Potter said, voice as shaky as the breath bursting on Draco's face. "This isn't a heat of the moment thing for me."
Nodding, Draco crushed their lips together, carding a hand through the mussed black hair and coaxing Potter to his back this time. He was the one who had bared his feelings anyway, it was only fair.
Roughly, he pinned Potter's hands against the pillow, marvelling in the domination he felt. No wonder Potter had enjoyed doing that.
"Will you fuck me? Or I fuck you. I don't care."
Draco gawked at him. He expected Potter to blush because he sure was, but Potter held his gaze until Draco broke it, thrusting their hips together in an attempt to distract, but only succeeding in getting closer to convincing himself that it wouldn't hurt to try.
He wasn't exactly sure how gay sex worked as he'd never done it before. But he knew the dick went up the arse and how it managed that he wasn't sure. It didn't sound all that appealing to him. Painful; he wasn't good with pain. "I'll fuck you."
Potter nodded, breathing turning quicker and shorter. "Um, I guess lotion will work." His hand fumbled off the side of the bed to the nightstand. "Oh, it's in the bathroom." He frowned at the door, so far away.
Draco huffed and extracted his wand from his clothes off the side of the bed, handing it over since he didn't now the exact location of the lotion.
Moments later it landed in Draco's hand and he opened it with a soft pop. The thought entered his mind that the rest of the house might be able to hear them and if Moody could see through walls he could probably see them, if he cared to watch. One could never be sure. The thought was so absurd that he leaned forward and, laughing, kissed Potter, lingering and feeling a smile upon his own mouth.
"Just rub it on your -- yourself. And...um, I'll do it, if you want."
Confused, Draco squeezed some into his hand then passed the bottle to Potter. Lazily, Draco sat up and fell between Potter's widening legs, slathering his cock and biting his tongue to keep in the moans.
Potter had no restraint. He glooped his fingers and brought them behind his balls, a little drop falling onto them, making Draco want to lick it off. Then his pointer finger was pressing against his arsehole and it was in and before Draco knew it, there were three moving in and out and Potter was making the most delicious noises and all Draco wanted to do was fuck him right now, damn it.
Knocking Potter's hand out of the way he pressed the tip of his cock against Potter's entrance, waiting until Potter had shifted down before he pressed forward, ever so slowly, put off by the way Potter's body refused to let him in.
In an attempt to distract from his own insecurities, Draco hissed, "You sure took long to get back if Snape didn't show. Gone all day. It's what, evening now?"
"Mmm. Well, Hermione, Ron, and I had a talk. About...you, and the Horcruxes, and...stuff. Plus we stopped for Lunch. And must we -- you can move faster than a centimetre a minute -- must we talk about Snape right now? Really doesn't help the mood or anything."
Draco chuckled, pushing in the rest of the way, shocked by how Potter's body seemed to suck him in after a certain point. "Yes, it definitely seems to be doing a number on you." He wrapped his slender fingers around Potter's leaking, red cock, pumping up and down when he whimpered.
It was so tight and warm and he'd never had anal sex so he couldn’t believe how good it felt. Like home and he never wanted to leave Potter's body. There was no way he was going to tell Potter that, though. Not only did it sound terribly sappy, which a Malfoy wasn't, although he seemed to be going against all other given Malfoy laws lately, but he also didn't want Potter to know his warm feelings. Soppy Gryffindor would probably think it meant something more than what it did.
He wasn't sure what it was but he loved it and wanted more of it.
Potter's hands dragged through the air and landed heavily on his shoulders, bending him over Potter's body so they could kiss, Potter's ankles hooking around his waist.
"Faster," Potter said huskily, pressing every possible bit of their skin against each other and heat pooled in Draco's stomach, his balls clenching. Knees weak as his orgasm overcame him, he kept pounding into Potter's slick body, riding it out and jerkily fumbling with Potter's cock until Potter arched off the bed, his come splattering between them.
Panting, Draco rested his forehead against Potter's, a warm tongue trailing around his lips. Slowly Potter's tongue fell away and his breathing evened out. Draco slid out of his body carefully and pulled the sheet out from under them, pulling it up and resting his head next to Potter's.
Smelling in the scent of sex and sweetness and skin, an unstoppable smile formed on Draco's face. He drifted off almost instantly.
The sounds of water woke Draco. He glanced at the clock on the wall and saw it was around nine in the morning. He had slept pretty long considering what time he'd fallen asleep.
He rolled on his side, noting that Potter wasn't in bed, and choked. The loo door was wide open and he had a perfect view of Potter standing at the toilet, hand on his cock. Well, he really was a pervert. No chance of it having been a fluke the first time.
His morning wood was now standing at attention and Draco grabbed it beneath the sheets, wanking as he watched Potter relieve himself. The steady yellow stream was so far away but it just seemed to fulfill his imagination. Watching, imagining Potter coming over and urinating on him, the hot liquid landing on his cock, massaging it, moving lower to his balls. The liquid dripping off and trailing down his inner thighs to puddle on the bed.
Biting his lips and moaning, Draco came when Potter was shaking the last drops from his dick. He wiped his hand where Potter had been sleeping and trailed his eyes up Potter's naked body, halting when he noticed the bright green eyes were staring at him.
Potter moved out of sight, pressing down the handle with his foot and then the sink ran.
"You are so weird," he said, walking over and grabbing pyjamas out of the dresser.
Draco scowled. "I can't help it."
Potter smiled and pulled the bottoms up, and Draco noticed he hadn't put pants on. "Whatever. It's...I don't know. I don't mind. It's just odd. Really odd."
Draco harrumphed and brooded at the ceiling until a pair of Potter's pyjamas landed on his face.
"Get dressed. I'll make breakfast."
"You cook?" Draco inquired, slipping out of bed and dressing.
Potter nodded absently and crossed the room, drawing the curtains out of the way. Bright sunlight streamed through the window; Draco hissed and squeezed his eyes shut.
"It's too bloody sunny."
"No. I like it." There was a smile in Potter's voice and Draco stuck his tongue out childishly. "I love waking up by the sun."
Draco grumbled, "I don't. Dungeon kind of bloke here."
Potter chuckled and grabbed Draco's arm, pulling him out of the room and stooping to grab their wands, handing the one to Draco.
Draco had imagined it to be awkward when they woke but he was pleasantly surprised to find it wasn't. His feet felt light and he didn't analyse that he'd let Potter's hand glide from his arm to his hand.
They paused outside the door, listening to what was being said. Moody's voice was loud and there was a murmur of undercurrent. It sounded like they were having a meeting. It reminded Draco of when he would stand outside the meetings, eavesdropping. The only difference was that Potter was always in those meetings unless he was off traipsing with his crew. Did that mean they were talking about him?
Moody's gruff voice floated easily through the door. "...say we offer up Malfoy as bait. Then when Voldemort gets to him we can extract more information out of him."
A little snarl originated beside Draco and then the door was being opened and Potter strode in, Draco's hand still in his. Fruitlessly, Draco tried to pull away but Potter held fast.
"No," he said forcefully, drawing the few people's attention he hadn't received from walking in. Draco flushed though he wasn't sure exactly why. "That's stupid. It won't work, anyway."
Granger piped up from her spot at the table next to Ron Weasley. "I don't think it'll work either." Beside her, Weasley took one look at them and turned away, nose wrinkled. Draco suddenly remembered that Potter and Weasley shared a room. He was surprised Weasley hadn't stopped them yesterday.
"Fine," Moody quipped, both eyes trained on Potter. "We'll put a tracking spell on Malfoy, put him in the open, and then when Voldemort takes him we'll know where he's staying."
Draco frowned. It could work, if Voldemort didn't kill him outright. And if he wanted to risk his life, which he didn't. Irritated, Draco drawled, "Don't I get a say in all this?"
Potter and Moody, not turning to him, shouted simultaneously, "No!"
Draco reeled back but Potter still wouldn't let go of his hand and Draco glared at him, debating whether he should pull his wand out and make him let go.
"We're not using him as bait at all. He's not leaving the house," Potter growled.
"I'll leave the house if I damn well want to," Draco said, affronted, digging his short nails into Potter's hand, but it fell on deaf ears.
"Why?" Moody asked, a dangerous note to his voice. "He gives good head?"
Gasps resounded around the room and Draco understood that everyone knew; they just weren't going to say a word about it.
"Alastor!" McGonagall chastised and Draco was embarrassed to note that one of his previous professors was there (Lupin didn't count). She usually wasn't at Headquarters.
Harry flushed heavily. "What I do in bed is none of your business."
Moody opened his mouth but Ron Weasley cut in. "Just leave him alone. We already talked everything through with him. It's fine."
Potter beamed at him, finally allowing Draco to pull his hand away and he did, unwillingly. Draco didn't like the way Potter was smiling at Weasley. Shouldn't Weasley have been homophobic anyway? He sure seemed it not a minute ago.
"Shouldn't we be planning on getting the snake and the wand, and then You-Know-Who?" Longbottom asked from his spot by the fridge with Lovegood.
Bill Weasley nodded. "Yes. Good idea. Now what's this about a snake?"
"Have to kill a snake before him," one of the twins said.
The other finished, "Maybe we'll tell you all about it after."
"Good idea," Lupin said and Draco was surprised at how fast attention was away from the two of them. Moody was still fuming however and Delacour-Weasley was watching them intently. That short bloke who really disliked Draco seemed to be as far on Moody's side as possible. Draco wondered if his family had done something to his. Maybe his father had attacked his wife and children.
Besides them, only a few were still looking at them. Most others were paying attention to Granger and Lupin.
"There's an advantage in large numbers," Granger was saying. "Of course, the more people make it harder not to be noticed and then it's a bigger chance someone will die."
"It is a war," Mr Weasley said and his wife gave him a look that clearly said what-do-you-think-you're-saying?
Granger sighed. "Yes, unfortunately."
Potter snorted and leaned against the wall, fingers soothing over Draco's wrist.
Draco tried to stay angry but it wouldn't last. It had been a while since he'd had anyone fight so hard to keep him safe. His mother had been upset about him becoming a Death Eater but she hadn't dared complain to the Dark Lord. In his later years, his father had gone from doting and protecting to bitterly disappointed.
"Malfoy's rather disposable," the short bloke said and Draco tuned back in on the conversation, feeling Potter tense beside him. "He may be unable to say where You-Know-Who is but he'll know his way around."
"I already told you," Potter bristled. "Draco is going nowhere."
"Yes, yes, and we -- I understand," Granger interjected quickly, before the numerous people riled Potter up even further. "Besides, I agree with you. Malfoy will die as soon as Voldemort senses him."
"Who cares?" a timid voice asked. Amidst the murmurs of agreement, Ginny Weasley sat higher in her chair. "I mean, no one here really cares about Malfoy. Just Harry, and Hermione, I suppose."
"Ginny," Potter warned.
"I care too," Tonks said, and Draco felt a rush of gratitude even though he was still angry with her. He knew no one liked him but it was scary seeing just how many people would gladly sentence him to death on the off chance that it might get them closer to the Dark Lord.
"And I do," Ron Weasley said, staring to the grainy table. "Well." He gave a humourless laugh. "I don't, but Harry does, so for Harry's sake, I hope he lives." He glanced up and gave a crooked smile to Draco, who smiled back hesitantly, thinking that this was probably even scarier.
Girl Weasley shrugged. "That makes four people out of how many? No one else would miss him."
"Ginny," Potter said, voice strained as if he were holding a beast behind it, and he probably was. "I'm sorry, okay. I really, truly am. But this is the way it goes. And this isn't the right way to deal with it. Be mad at me, not Draco."
Weasley slouched in her chair, lowering her eyes and her face turning pink. Mrs Weasley patted her on the shoulder comfortingly.
"Then are we all --" Tonks broke off and stared up the basement steps. "What's that?"
A door opened and the faint tapping that Draco was surprised she had even noticed stopped. An owl flew down, something packaged tied to its feet and making it fly slightly to the left so that it almost crashed into the wall. Fletcher followed down after it.
"Ruddy bird was ramming against the window," he explained.
The bird flew straight to Potter, who had his arm outstretched. Carefully, he untied the package and the owl flew off just as fast, tapping at the door to be let outside. Everyone ignored it.
"What is it, mate?" Ron Weasley asked.
"It's from Snape," Potter breathed. "That's his owl."
As Potter unwrapped the parcel, Draco took a half-step back and watched it intently. An old wand rolled out into Potter's hand.
"It's the... I think it's the one." He dropped the paper to the floor, turning the wand over in his hands.
Draco grabbed the paper off the floor and searched through it. "There's no note," he announced.
Granger and Weasley moved away from the table and over to them, everyone else who understood shuffling closer.
"Acci--"
"No!" Granger yelped, knocking the wand out of Potter's hands. Loudly, it clattered to the floor. "Are you stupid, Harry?" she seethed. "It didn't do anything when you touched it but it's sure to have some reaction if you use it."
Potter shrugged in apology and picked it back up, staring at it in amazement. "Guess I was right, after all, about Snape," he said smugly.
Draco, Granger, and Weasley rolled their eyes. Draco didn't think it held much weight in the grand scheme of things. Snape had probably still ratted them out to the Dark Lord.
"How do we destroy it?" Weasley asked. The other two made faces at it.
Draco didn't understand. "However you destroyed the others."
Potter looked over at him, finally away from the wand. "It was always an accident the other times. One was crushed in a cave in -- took forever to dig out --, and another shattered when we tried to break down the wards around it."
"You could kill it," Lovegood suggested.
"It's an inanimate object," Granger replied, pursing her lips.
"No, wait," Lupin said. "The killing curse might work. Can anyone do it?"
No one moved. Draco found it hard to believe that no one in the room was capable of casting it. How did they expect to win the war? Perhaps some of them knew but were too embarrassed to say so.
"I can," Draco said. The room turned to look at him with accusing eyes.
Potter cocked his head. He whispered, "But you couldn't kill...Dumbledore."
"It wasn't that I didn't know how to do the spell. It was that I would be ending someone's life. I'd only ever practiced on animals before and who cares about them?"
Granger gave him a reproachful look but otherwise said nothing.
"Go ahead, then," Potter said, holding out the wand in his palm.
Draco's eyes widened, and he noticed the rest of the room had similar reactions. Potter couldn't really trust him so much as to hold the thing he was supposed to kill while he killed it. He knew he wouldn't be able to kill Potter if he missed because he didn't hate him anymore, but it was the principle of the matter. And they didn't know that.
"Harry," Weasley warned while Granger shook her head wearily.
"No, it's all right." He turned to face Draco fully. "I trust him."
Draco wetted his lips and pulled out his wand, aiming it at the other one. He took a deep breath and concentrating hard, said, "Avada Kedavra!"
A flash of green and then the wand was shown, clasped tightly in Potter's grip. It was glowing and when he opened his hand it was in three pieces.
Potter was smiling largely. He shoved the pieces into Weasley's hands, so he could cup Draco's face.
Someone coughed loudly and another person said, "So, we plan to get... the snake was it, yes?"
"That wasn't because of the heat of the moment either," Potter whispered, moving so close Draco had to close his eyes or go cross-eyed. "Am I a heat of the moment kink of thing for you?"
Instead of answering and being terribly soppy, Draco leaned in and kissed him. He knew that some time sooner rather than later Potter was going to search down the Dark Lord and kill him or be killed in the process and that in itself should have been a good enough reason for Draco to run away from him and any feelings that had developed. But he didn't want to. He didn't think he even could. It felt safe and right when he was kissing Potter.
Fin
The overwhelming need to relieve himself woke him mere hours after his head had hit the pillow. It was three in the morning and sheer exhaustion had kept him lying in bed until his bladder was hurting so badly he ended up curled in a ball.
Painfully, he rolled out of bed and stumbled down the hall to the loo. Trust the Order to give him the bedroom furthest from the loo.
In too much of a rush to shut the door, he yanked his trousers down and pulled his cock out. A few seconds and his urine hit the water, spraying the insides of the toilet. He cocked his head and watched the stream leave the slit of his cock, soar through the air, and land. There was nothing arousing about it. Shouldn't he have found himself aroused? He was much better looking than Potter.
But of course Potter had to be an exception. Absentmindedly, Draco wondered if he'd find anyone else pissing erotic.
Eventually, his urine seemed unable to stop, he washed his hands and headed down the hallway. Passing one of the doors, he heard soft voices speaking. The crack under the door was black and it was dark in the hallway so he moved closer, positive they weren't going to know he was eavesdropping.
It sounded like Granger and the Weasley girl. He scrunched his eyes and looked around. He was pretty sure this was the room they shared.
"...came back with Malfoy in tow, as unbelievable as that sounds. And they were acting funny, you know?"
There was a short pause. Obviously, Weasley didn't know.
"What I mean is they were holding hands. Sure, they were tied together but why were they holding hands? They were acting really odd too. Then Harry decided that Malfoy would be part of our group -- I'm sorry, Ginny, but I'm trying to convince him to let you in -- and they had some long talk outside the tent. We couldn't hear a word but buzzing if we tried. Must have used the Muffliato spell... When we went to the area they had been at, where they found the wand -- it was small! --Harry risked his neck to save Malfoy. I saw it. He just jumped at Malfoy when Voldemort cast the killing curse at him. It's mind boggling. Malfoy?"
Weasley sighed. "Harry always has been a hero. Why do you think he let Malfoy here? Think of Malfoy like Harry's little project. He is."
Draco wished he could barge in and curse her. He would do it too if Granger wasn't there. Potter would believe Granger and Ron Weasley over anyone so he would hear about it.
"A project that requires hand holding?" Granger asked skeptically.
"What I want to know," Weasley said, abruptly changing the subject. Draco supposed she didn't want to think Potter could be attracted to anyone but her. It made Draco snigger quietly into his hand. "I want to know," she continued, "how Voldemort knew Harry was at the wand. Did it happen with the other things?"
Silence. Draco strained his eyes to hear Granger's response. Everything was making sense now.
"No."
There voices lowered to a point where Draco couldn't hear anymore and he wasn't going to risk casting a spell. They might be able to hear it, or detect it. He wouldn't put anything past the Mudblood.
He stood there, thinking for the longest time, until the girls' even breaths called out to him, reminding him that it was early in the morning and he was still tired. Surrendering, Draco headed back to his room and fell asleep instantly.
The clock on the wall read noon when Draco finally rose. Blearily, he stumbled out of bed and into the loo.
"Kreacher!"
The house-elf appeared instantly, grovelling at his feet. Draco always found it amusing that Potter's elf listened to him but no one else. It would make up for Potter taking their house-elf years ago if he found a way of taking the elf without freeing it.
"Get me some food. Decent food."
"Yes, master Malfoy," he said, bowing so low his filthy ears grimed the bathroom tiles. He disappeared and Draco hopped into the shower, washing yesterday's dirt off his skin. As he watched the dirt swirl in the collected water it occurred to him that he'd slept in his own come, Potter's piss, and the usual dirt collected in the forest. How disgusting; he was slacking.
Half an hour later he was dressed, clean, and full. Leaving Kreacher to clean up, he walked down the hall, once again hearing sounds from Granger and Weasley's room.
He stopped short. It wasn't talking noises. Were they -- they couldn't be -- kissing? He pressed his ear against the door. It was definitely the sounds of kissing. But that wasn't right. Granger was dating Weasley, boy Weasley, he was sure. And Ginny Weasley fancied Potter.
Against his desire of not wanting to watch any of them snog, he cracked the door open, and gasped.
Weasley was wrapped around not Granger but Potter. Her arms were around his neck, lips fused on his, a look of pure bliss on her face. She was on her tiptoes even though she was the same height as Potter, which said a lot because she was short. He wanted to cut her short little legs off.
Potter was kissing her back hungrily, tongue visibly in her mouth. His hands, however, didn't know what to do. They swayed between landing on Weasley's waist and simply hovering in the air.
If Draco had wanted to cut Weasley's legs off it was nothing compared to the gruesome, painful things he wanted to do to Potter. Castrate him with tweezers, to start.
"I can't -- It's just -- I'm not," Potter stumbled, pushing Weasley away gently. He ran a hand over his face. "I am."
It was the usual dither that Potter spewed but it meant a lot to Weasley because her face hardened.
"Don't you try to deny me, Harry!" Her hands landed on her hips. "I don't care if this puts me in danger. Shouldn't I enjoy this in case something bad does happen? I love you, Harry, and you love me and I won't let your pride and concern get in the way anymore. It's unbelievable. You need me, this, no matter how much you deny it and I--"
"It's not that," Potter said, voice strained. He had his eyes squeezed shut and Draco opened the door a few more centimetres to see better.
Weasley breathed, "Then what?"
"It's...I can't talk about it," he replied, leaving no doubt in Draco's mind that it had to do with himself.
Weasley flung her hands in the air. "You're a right character, you know!" She stormed to the door and Draco moved away just in time. She passed by him without noticing.
"You're pants at kissing. No wonder why he doesn't want you." He had spoken in a voice pitched loud enough for Weasley to hear, but low enough so that Potter wouldn't.
She whirled around, red hair flying through the air to match her anger. "I'd like to see you do better," she growled.
"Okay." He nodded and slipped through the door. He was sure Weasley hadn't meant anything by it and if she had it was probably so that he would kiss her and make Potter angry, which result in him kicked out and Weasley gaining a boyfriend, but this was so much better. Too bad he wouldn't be able to see her reaction, unless she made a loud one.
Potter was standing beside one of the beds, head tilted back and hands massaging his forehead. Draco stopped directly beside him, slightly put out by the fact that he was as tall as Potter and he'd just said something about Potter being short, and also because the only indication Potter gave of knowing he was there was a slight tightening in his shoulders.
Draco glanced back at the door to make sure Weasley was watching. She was, an amused look on her face.
He leaned forward and raked his teeth over Potter's chin.
Potter grumbled and dropped his hands to Draco's shoulders, levelling his head to look at him.
He looked so unbelievably dim with a conflicted look that Draco kissed him, slowly, so Weasley wouldn't think he was forcing himself on Potter.
It was quite obvious he wasn't, though.
Potter's hands landed on his arse, pulling them flush against each other. They moaned simultaneously, hardening cocks rubbing together. There were too many clothes in the way. He unzipped Potter's trousers, the sound unusually loud in the otherwise silent room.
However, Potter didn't seem to think so. He shoved Draco onto the bed, pinning his hands by his head like before. It had to be some kink of his. Draco would have fought back but he wanted it to be crystal clear so that Weasley couldn't say he had made it happen. It would be more painful for her if she didn't have an excuse to fall back on.
"I can't believe it's you I want," Potter grumbled, burying his face in the curve of Draco's neck. His tongue and teeth raked a trail up to Draco's ear where he sucked gently on the earlobe. "I can't believe I'm gay."
Draco arched his back, pressing their bodies together, feeling the hardness all over. "I'm damn sexy, that's why."
Potter let out a roll of laughter, slipping a tongue easily in his mouth. The door clicked.
With a crack like a whip, Potter sat up, staring at the shut door with wide eyes.
Draco stared at him. "What, holding my hand around people is fine but Merlin forbid them find us kissing."
"Who was that?" Potter wondered.
Draco took great satisfaction in saying, "Ginny Weasley."
Potter moaned and sunk against him, mouth wrapping around the point of Draco's shoulder. "I definitely didn't want her to see. She's going to hate me."
Shifting so Potter's knee wasn't pressing sharply into his hip, Draco snorted. "She's the one who thinks you're hung up on her but too noble to do anything. Someone had to show her."
"So," he whined. "I didn't want her to find out like th-- ...Wait." He moved off the bed and glared down at him. "You knew she was there, didn't you?"
Draco shrugged.
"I can't believe you!" Potter roared, flinging his hands in the air. "How the fuck could I want someone like that?" he asked the ceilings, or the heavens through Draco had a pretty strong suspicion that Potter didn't believe in that Muggle codswallop.
"I already told you, it's my body." He ran a hand down his side, cupping his half-hard cock.
Potter stared at him before spiting acidly, "Must be."
For some reason those two words made Draco's stomach feel heavy and that made him mad. He stood rapidly and faced Potter, face close to his. "I'm not the one who risked everyone's life for a phoney wand."
"How was I supposed to know?" groaned Potter, suddenly looking anguished. He rubbed at his face. Draco stood fuming, shocked by the abrupt mood change. He was still mad and Potter had moved on.
"You seem to have an uncanny ability to not know things. I mean, look at the whole Snape thing. Who do you think told the Dark Lord you were at the Horcrux?"
Anger flashed in Potter's eyes and Draco grinned.
"I don't have to explain about Snape, okay?" he growled, taking a step back to put space between them. "I don't trust him; I'm not that stupid, but I do believe he's helping us. He told us about the wand --"
"Which was a fraud and almost resulted in death."
"-- and another one -- a real one." Potter crossed his arms. "Besides, Voldemort arrived because of the wards around it."
Draco let out a laugh. There was the line. The poor, delusional idiot. "Were there wards around the other Horcruxes? Okay, and some of them could have been protective charms set to go off and notify him. I mean, why would he just do it to one?"
Potter froze, the light diminishing from his eyes.
"Yes," encouraged Draco, nodding, feeling sick satisfaction that Potter had it wrong all the time. No one was perfect, not even the saviour of the wizarding world. "Snape betrayed you. He told the Dark Lord that you were going for the Horcrux. Why else would he only be there for that one? He could have popped up any other time to set the protective charms."
"No!" Potter yelped, stomping his foot, a wild look in his stormy green eyes. "Snape didn't tell him. He didn't! I know. You haven't talked to him since the night on the Astronomy tower, have you?"
Draco frowned, not liking the reminder. But he answered smugly, "Yes, I have and he's really what he was on the Tower. A Dumbledore-killer and the Dark Lord's right-hand man."
Black hair fell into Potter's face with the force he was shaking his head. "He didn't."
Frustrated, Draco hissed. "Just because you don't want to find out you were wrong about Snape doesn't mean you can ignore what's staring you in the face!"
An ugly look twisted Potter's face, making Draco wonder why he'd ever wanted to kiss it. Potter really was that ugly and there was no reason to go gay for that piece of shite.
"What's it matter if I'm wrong or not?" Potter groused. "We still only have one more Horcrux left, besides Nagini and Voldemort. We can find the last one. I'll just not converse with Snape -- not because I agree with you but to make everyone feel better."
Draco's mouth fell open and he gaped uncontrollably. Unbelievable. He almost felt sorry for Granger and Lupin and whoever else had to put up with Potter's insane notions. No wonder they had let him do on his own thing. The boy had a head thicker than Crabbe and Goyle's put together.
"But if the Dark Lord hadn't known his Horcruxes were being destroyed he knows now. He could just make more, can't he?" It came out much too smug for a sentence that was saying the most evil wizard of their time might never disappear but Draco couldn't help himself. He wanted Potter to be wrong, at any expense.
Potter was doing his hand flinging again, but this time he stomped to the door, wrenching it open to find the Weasley twins there, fleshy strings hanging out of their ears though Draco knew with the tone of their voices they hadn't needed the extendable ears. It still made him mad.
Potter either didn't care they were there, which made no sense to Draco as he didn't want anyone to know about what they'd had going on, because he turned once more and growled, "And don't think we haven't considered that. There's nothing you can contribute that we didn't already discuss, so just shut your mouth and go -- go die under the floorboards or something!"
The door slammed shut and Draco distinctly heard one of the twins ask, "Trouble in paradise?" but there was a high-pitched squeak and then silence.
Draco flopped onto Granger's bed, kicking the multitude of books to the carpeted floor, pressed his face against the pillow and screamed.
It was the most tedious job ever and the words were swimming before his eyes, blurring together. For the rest of the day Potter had avoided him and he had avoided Potter so somehow he had ended up searching through old books for spells that could help them get the Horcrux from Voldemort. However the fuck they were supposed to do that. Granger was the most vague, maddening person ever. He didn't see how Potter and the Weasel managed being friends with her. Draco liked his friends to do what he said when he said it.
But he wasn't going to think about that. No need to dwell on the past, especially since his past was so much better than his present. Well, part of his past. Not his recent past.
The steps behind him creaked and Draco looked up from the book, noticing that the room was empty except for a dwindling fire. That was why it was becoming harder to pay attention to the words. Of course everyone would just leave him sitting there. How long had he drowsed?
He moved to stand and return to his room when it suddenly dawned on him that the footsteps he heard weren't those of someone coming down for a midnight snack. They were slow and hesitant, pausing at every creak and squeak. It was the sounds of someone sneaking around.
Curling on the couch, making sure his hair wasn't sticking up to catch the firelight, Draco waited. If he could blackmail someone, then that would be one more person who couldn't use him as a scapegoat.
The floor in the living room creaked as someone walked across to the front door but there was no one in sight. "What are you doing, Potter?" Draco asked.
The sounds stopped at the doorway and if Draco strained his ears he could hear Potter's breaths. The cloak lowered and Potter's head showed, hair sticking up, eyes rimmed by shadows or bags, Draco wasn't sure.
"What are you doing up?" Potter asked. "Everyone else is asleep."
"I was too. Where are you going?"
The silence stretched out between them and Draco was too drossy to summon up the anger he had felt all day. Plus it was hard to be angry at a floating head when all he wanted to do was laugh. He'd never had an invisibility cloak. His father had said once he beat Potter at a Quidditch game he could have one, but he never had. He'd never even been under one.
"I was going to talk to Snape. Then you will know you weren't right," Potter sighed, head falling to the right.
A spark ignited in Draco. "Take that bloody contraption off," he snapped and to his surprise Potter did, draping it over the chair closest to him. "What's your plan?"
Potter made a face and shrugged. "I don't know. Ask him about it."
"Did you meet with him before?"
"Once," he answered slowly, tapping his foot against the worn carpet. "When I didn't believe he was with us."
Draco nodded, keeping his anger in check. He was more angered that he was angry. What should he care if Potter went to risk his life?
Jerking off in the forest did not create warm feelings. It shouldn't anyway. Was he a Malfoy or just playing the part poorly? He was a Malfoy and Malfoy's didn't like Potters, abhorred them, actually.
While he was at it, they weren't gay either, and the only person they loved was the pureblood person of the opposite sex that they were arranged to marry. He didn't want to be one of those who turned against his history, his making.
Then again, he had already turned his back on the Dark Lord and got off with a boy who happened to be Harry Potter. So what if he went a little further? So what if he...no, he didn't have feelings for Potter. Couldn't.
Potter twiddled his thumbs uneasily. "You going to say so--"
"I'm going with." He stood and passed his wand over his hair, making it lie flat.
Potter squawked, "What?"
Draco nodded and a thick set of robes soared through the air to him.
"You can't," Potter protested. "Voldemort is probably looking for you at all times now that he knows you are with us. We're lucky he didn't trace you here. You are as sure as dead if you leave, you know that."
Draco grumbled. How the hell had he forgotten that? There was something seriously wrong with him. The fact still remained that "You can't go out on your own. Snape'll kill you the moment you say 'So, did you tell the Dark Lord I was getting the Horcrux?' But you're a Gryffindor so what else should I accept -- and why the fuck do you care if I die?" he added, memory filling his mind and waking him fully, earlier anger rolling back into his body. "Or doesn't 'Why don't you go die under the floorboards' ring a bell?"
Potter's hand passed over his face again, this time drawing forth a strangled groan. "I didn't mean that, okay. I was mad."
"And why didn't you mean it? Why not?"
"Draco!"
"Malfoy," he corrected because it was important, very important.
"Whatever. Look, we'll talk when I get back. Okay?"
Draco sneered and resisted saying if he came back. Instead he said, "Then take Granger and Weasley with you. You're not going alone."
"But I told Snape I would."
"Hmm. You lied, I guess."
Stubbornly, Potter crossed his arms, the firelight flickering across him and hiding his face in shadows. "Make me. Bring someone."
Draco crossed the room and leaned in until his lips were a mere centimetre from Potter's, breath bursting against his opening mouth. At the last moment, Draco pulled away, snatched the cloak off the chair, and slipped it on, disappearing up the stairs with childish delight, Potter's frustrated hisses trailing after him.
It felt so wonderful, stealthy to be travelling through Grimmauld Place in an Invisibility cloak. No one would be able to see him. He stopped outside the girls' room and cracked it open before slipping through and shutting it behind him.
He opened his mouth to wake Granger but he didn't want to deal with girl Weasley so he moved forward and, swallowing his disgust, shook Granger until she wakened, almost screaming but Draco quickly covered her mouth and shook the cloak off his head. She didn't seem any less panicked.
"Get Weasley -- Ron Weasley. Potter's downstairs and plans on visiting Snape to find out if he had betrayed him. So you better get down there," he whispered, careful to not be loud.
Granger's eyebrows rose in the moonlight bathing the room through the window. She nodded and exited the room. Before she went to Weasley she asked, "So you and Harry are together?"
Draco gave her a dirty look even he didn't understand and headed back down to a fuming Potter. Fifteen minutes of hushed argument later, in which it was three to one, Potter left, Granger and Weasley under the invisibility cloak behind him.
Draco sighed and collapsed on the couch, the need to sleep overwhelming him. He was growing soft, sending people after Potter so he'd be safe. Wouldn't his family be ashamed?
"Malfoy," a hesitant voice spoke when Draco entered the kitchen. He turned to find Tonks stationed at the table. She was in all black, blending into the darkness left over from the poor lighting. Even her hair was black. It was no wonder he hadn't seen her.
"Can I talk to you?"
He grabbed the pumpkin juice out of the fridge, waved his wand and waited for the cup to fly in his open hand before giving her the tiniest of nods. He wasn't about to forget her betrayal three days ago.
Three days ago. Draco drank his drink pensively. So much had happened in three days. It was mind boggling.
Carefully, Draco pulled out the seat in front of her and sat down.
She scrunched her nose, hair turning slowly to brown then red then blond and back again to black. "Look, I wanted to apologize for what I said that day. You know, before you left. We thought you'd run away." She gave a humourless laugh. "Course, everyone was happy, thought you would die or something, but I didn't. I think it's terrible how they acted. And Moody was the worst of all, gloating about how he'd been right all along. But don't tell him I said that."
Draco didn't mention that he was standing right behind her, girl Weasley at his heels.
"I mean, it's not like you did anything the whole time you were here. I felt absolutely terrible about what I'd said. Accusing you when I knew you wouldn't have done anything. I was just worried about Remus and lashed out." She took a deep breath, extending a thin hand. "Forgive me?"
With great satisfaction, Draco turned his nose away.
A gnarled hand landed on her shoulder and she jumped, turning to face Moody sheepishly.
"You don't want his forgiveness," Moody growled.
Tonks opened her mouth and Draco was surprised to find she was going to defend him -- she really must have felt bad. But Moody tightened his grip and continued talking, each word making Draco's urge to be rid of him in any means possible even stronger.
"Ginny, here, told me something notable." His electric-blue eye roved over Draco. "Mr Malfoy seems to be sabotaging her relationship with Harry, and there is some ulterior motive that can only bode unwell."
Draco glared at Weasley. He hadn't really expected her to tell anyone; surely she felt too much pride to admit to losing her bloke to another. He would have, at least. Had she told him everything, or made some of it up?
"Oh, got to make up lies to feel better, Weasley? Can't face the truth that he'd pick me over you?" He smiled smugly.
Tonks raised her hand a bit, a confused look on her face, but lowered it, cocking her head.
Weasley flushed red, moving around Moody and stopping once she was straight in front of Draco. "I know you're doing something to him because there's no way he would -- that!"
"Of course not," Draco hissed, bending slightly so they were eye-to-eye. "Perfect Potter couldn't be a poofter."
Her chest grew on a deep intake of breath and her eyes flashed but distantly a door opened and they both turned to the steps. A few seconds later Potter, Granger, and Weasley clomped down.
"Where were you three?" Moody asked and Draco was glad to see him perplexed. "Were you gone the whole night?"
Weasley shrugged and dropped his outdoor robes over the back of a chair. The other two followed suit.
Ginny Weasley suddenly muttered out of the corner of her mouth, "If he accepts you here, with everyone watching, I'll believe you."
Draco looked at the wild glimmer in her eyes and understood that she was grasping for her last hope.
"Potter," Moody said gruffly, "for your own safety, we need you to stop spending time with Malfoy. He's a bad influence on you and we need to know what spells he used on you."
"Huh?" was all Potter managed before Draco swooped across the room, shoving Potter against the wall and snogging him. That would show Moody just what spells he'd used on him!
"No," Ron Weasley moaned, moving away from them and sinking into a chair at the table. Draco didn't see any of the others' reactions because Potter was kissing him back with fierce eagerness, and Draco was so angry, and he needed to prove to Ginny Weasley, and besides, Potter tasted so good.
"U-upstairs," Draco gasped against his mouth. Potter's arms wrapped around him and turned them sharply. Right before they Apparated, Draco distinctly heard a ceramic cup smash against the floor and caught a wild-looking face, angry eyes framed by long red hair, glaring at him.
But then he was falling on a bed and Potter was crawling on top of him, lips fused on his neck, sucking in a sinfully delicious way.
Between gasps of pleasure, Draco took the time to glance about the room. It was much larger than his own and to his right was an open door that showed a toilet. Draco hissed, partly in indignation that Potter and Weasley had a loo connected to their room when he was so far away from one, and partly because Potter's cold hands had twisted up his shirt and were rubbing his nipples a little too harshly.
He bucked, dislodging Potter and shoved him to the side, pushing his trousers down his legs and shimmying out. Beside him, Potter rushed to get his clothes off.
Eventually, Potter was able to pull the shirt over his head and he turned to Draco, not moving. Draco didn't move either. It was starting to sink in. He couldn't control himself.
"What happened with Snape?" he asked instead of touching the bare skin a mere arms length away. He could feel the bed moving under their shifting weight and the more Draco stared and appraised Potter's body the harder his cock got until it was thick and heavy against his thigh.
It wasn't that Potter had a spectacular body because he didn't; he was much too scrawny at places, a definite lack of muscles where there should have been some, and he was hairless, but there was something about him. Maybe it was that he was blushing and it didn't spread down his arms and chest like it did when Draco blushed. Maybe it was just that Draco found hairless, scrawny boys attractive. However, Draco highly suspected he was just insane. This squashed his thoughts that he wouldn't be able to get off unless Potter was pissing. He was aching to get off.
But he didn't want to move first.
"He was a no show. Probably because he knew I'd brought people along. No thanks to you." Oddly, he didn't sound angry, probably because of the looming promise of getting off. His fingers, pale from being indoors but still darker than Draco's, twitched across the rumbled bed sheets but that was it.
Irritated, and anxious to do something very damn soon before his balls seized up and refused to work properly, Draco snatched Potter's twitching wrist and pulled him forward, stopping when Potter's lips hovered over his own.
"You know," Potter said, voice as shaky as the breath bursting on Draco's face. "This isn't a heat of the moment thing for me."
Nodding, Draco crushed their lips together, carding a hand through the mussed black hair and coaxing Potter to his back this time. He was the one who had bared his feelings anyway, it was only fair.
Roughly, he pinned Potter's hands against the pillow, marvelling in the domination he felt. No wonder Potter had enjoyed doing that.
"Will you fuck me? Or I fuck you. I don't care."
Draco gawked at him. He expected Potter to blush because he sure was, but Potter held his gaze until Draco broke it, thrusting their hips together in an attempt to distract, but only succeeding in getting closer to convincing himself that it wouldn't hurt to try.
He wasn't exactly sure how gay sex worked as he'd never done it before. But he knew the dick went up the arse and how it managed that he wasn't sure. It didn't sound all that appealing to him. Painful; he wasn't good with pain. "I'll fuck you."
Potter nodded, breathing turning quicker and shorter. "Um, I guess lotion will work." His hand fumbled off the side of the bed to the nightstand. "Oh, it's in the bathroom." He frowned at the door, so far away.
Draco huffed and extracted his wand from his clothes off the side of the bed, handing it over since he didn't now the exact location of the lotion.
Moments later it landed in Draco's hand and he opened it with a soft pop. The thought entered his mind that the rest of the house might be able to hear them and if Moody could see through walls he could probably see them, if he cared to watch. One could never be sure. The thought was so absurd that he leaned forward and, laughing, kissed Potter, lingering and feeling a smile upon his own mouth.
"Just rub it on your -- yourself. And...um, I'll do it, if you want."
Confused, Draco squeezed some into his hand then passed the bottle to Potter. Lazily, Draco sat up and fell between Potter's widening legs, slathering his cock and biting his tongue to keep in the moans.
Potter had no restraint. He glooped his fingers and brought them behind his balls, a little drop falling onto them, making Draco want to lick it off. Then his pointer finger was pressing against his arsehole and it was in and before Draco knew it, there were three moving in and out and Potter was making the most delicious noises and all Draco wanted to do was fuck him right now, damn it.
Knocking Potter's hand out of the way he pressed the tip of his cock against Potter's entrance, waiting until Potter had shifted down before he pressed forward, ever so slowly, put off by the way Potter's body refused to let him in.
In an attempt to distract from his own insecurities, Draco hissed, "You sure took long to get back if Snape didn't show. Gone all day. It's what, evening now?"
"Mmm. Well, Hermione, Ron, and I had a talk. About...you, and the Horcruxes, and...stuff. Plus we stopped for Lunch. And must we -- you can move faster than a centimetre a minute -- must we talk about Snape right now? Really doesn't help the mood or anything."
Draco chuckled, pushing in the rest of the way, shocked by how Potter's body seemed to suck him in after a certain point. "Yes, it definitely seems to be doing a number on you." He wrapped his slender fingers around Potter's leaking, red cock, pumping up and down when he whimpered.
It was so tight and warm and he'd never had anal sex so he couldn’t believe how good it felt. Like home and he never wanted to leave Potter's body. There was no way he was going to tell Potter that, though. Not only did it sound terribly sappy, which a Malfoy wasn't, although he seemed to be going against all other given Malfoy laws lately, but he also didn't want Potter to know his warm feelings. Soppy Gryffindor would probably think it meant something more than what it did.
He wasn't sure what it was but he loved it and wanted more of it.
Potter's hands dragged through the air and landed heavily on his shoulders, bending him over Potter's body so they could kiss, Potter's ankles hooking around his waist.
"Faster," Potter said huskily, pressing every possible bit of their skin against each other and heat pooled in Draco's stomach, his balls clenching. Knees weak as his orgasm overcame him, he kept pounding into Potter's slick body, riding it out and jerkily fumbling with Potter's cock until Potter arched off the bed, his come splattering between them.
Panting, Draco rested his forehead against Potter's, a warm tongue trailing around his lips. Slowly Potter's tongue fell away and his breathing evened out. Draco slid out of his body carefully and pulled the sheet out from under them, pulling it up and resting his head next to Potter's.
Smelling in the scent of sex and sweetness and skin, an unstoppable smile formed on Draco's face. He drifted off almost instantly.
The sounds of water woke Draco. He glanced at the clock on the wall and saw it was around nine in the morning. He had slept pretty long considering what time he'd fallen asleep.
He rolled on his side, noting that Potter wasn't in bed, and choked. The loo door was wide open and he had a perfect view of Potter standing at the toilet, hand on his cock. Well, he really was a pervert. No chance of it having been a fluke the first time.
His morning wood was now standing at attention and Draco grabbed it beneath the sheets, wanking as he watched Potter relieve himself. The steady yellow stream was so far away but it just seemed to fulfill his imagination. Watching, imagining Potter coming over and urinating on him, the hot liquid landing on his cock, massaging it, moving lower to his balls. The liquid dripping off and trailing down his inner thighs to puddle on the bed.
Biting his lips and moaning, Draco came when Potter was shaking the last drops from his dick. He wiped his hand where Potter had been sleeping and trailed his eyes up Potter's naked body, halting when he noticed the bright green eyes were staring at him.
Potter moved out of sight, pressing down the handle with his foot and then the sink ran.
"You are so weird," he said, walking over and grabbing pyjamas out of the dresser.
Draco scowled. "I can't help it."
Potter smiled and pulled the bottoms up, and Draco noticed he hadn't put pants on. "Whatever. It's...I don't know. I don't mind. It's just odd. Really odd."
Draco harrumphed and brooded at the ceiling until a pair of Potter's pyjamas landed on his face.
"Get dressed. I'll make breakfast."
"You cook?" Draco inquired, slipping out of bed and dressing.
Potter nodded absently and crossed the room, drawing the curtains out of the way. Bright sunlight streamed through the window; Draco hissed and squeezed his eyes shut.
"It's too bloody sunny."
"No. I like it." There was a smile in Potter's voice and Draco stuck his tongue out childishly. "I love waking up by the sun."
Draco grumbled, "I don't. Dungeon kind of bloke here."
Potter chuckled and grabbed Draco's arm, pulling him out of the room and stooping to grab their wands, handing the one to Draco.
Draco had imagined it to be awkward when they woke but he was pleasantly surprised to find it wasn't. His feet felt light and he didn't analyse that he'd let Potter's hand glide from his arm to his hand.
They paused outside the door, listening to what was being said. Moody's voice was loud and there was a murmur of undercurrent. It sounded like they were having a meeting. It reminded Draco of when he would stand outside the meetings, eavesdropping. The only difference was that Potter was always in those meetings unless he was off traipsing with his crew. Did that mean they were talking about him?
Moody's gruff voice floated easily through the door. "...say we offer up Malfoy as bait. Then when Voldemort gets to him we can extract more information out of him."
A little snarl originated beside Draco and then the door was being opened and Potter strode in, Draco's hand still in his. Fruitlessly, Draco tried to pull away but Potter held fast.
"No," he said forcefully, drawing the few people's attention he hadn't received from walking in. Draco flushed though he wasn't sure exactly why. "That's stupid. It won't work, anyway."
Granger piped up from her spot at the table next to Ron Weasley. "I don't think it'll work either." Beside her, Weasley took one look at them and turned away, nose wrinkled. Draco suddenly remembered that Potter and Weasley shared a room. He was surprised Weasley hadn't stopped them yesterday.
"Fine," Moody quipped, both eyes trained on Potter. "We'll put a tracking spell on Malfoy, put him in the open, and then when Voldemort takes him we'll know where he's staying."
Draco frowned. It could work, if Voldemort didn't kill him outright. And if he wanted to risk his life, which he didn't. Irritated, Draco drawled, "Don't I get a say in all this?"
Potter and Moody, not turning to him, shouted simultaneously, "No!"
Draco reeled back but Potter still wouldn't let go of his hand and Draco glared at him, debating whether he should pull his wand out and make him let go.
"We're not using him as bait at all. He's not leaving the house," Potter growled.
"I'll leave the house if I damn well want to," Draco said, affronted, digging his short nails into Potter's hand, but it fell on deaf ears.
"Why?" Moody asked, a dangerous note to his voice. "He gives good head?"
Gasps resounded around the room and Draco understood that everyone knew; they just weren't going to say a word about it.
"Alastor!" McGonagall chastised and Draco was embarrassed to note that one of his previous professors was there (Lupin didn't count). She usually wasn't at Headquarters.
Harry flushed heavily. "What I do in bed is none of your business."
Moody opened his mouth but Ron Weasley cut in. "Just leave him alone. We already talked everything through with him. It's fine."
Potter beamed at him, finally allowing Draco to pull his hand away and he did, unwillingly. Draco didn't like the way Potter was smiling at Weasley. Shouldn't Weasley have been homophobic anyway? He sure seemed it not a minute ago.
"Shouldn't we be planning on getting the snake and the wand, and then You-Know-Who?" Longbottom asked from his spot by the fridge with Lovegood.
Bill Weasley nodded. "Yes. Good idea. Now what's this about a snake?"
"Have to kill a snake before him," one of the twins said.
The other finished, "Maybe we'll tell you all about it after."
"Good idea," Lupin said and Draco was surprised at how fast attention was away from the two of them. Moody was still fuming however and Delacour-Weasley was watching them intently. That short bloke who really disliked Draco seemed to be as far on Moody's side as possible. Draco wondered if his family had done something to his. Maybe his father had attacked his wife and children.
Besides them, only a few were still looking at them. Most others were paying attention to Granger and Lupin.
"There's an advantage in large numbers," Granger was saying. "Of course, the more people make it harder not to be noticed and then it's a bigger chance someone will die."
"It is a war," Mr Weasley said and his wife gave him a look that clearly said what-do-you-think-you're-saying?
Granger sighed. "Yes, unfortunately."
Potter snorted and leaned against the wall, fingers soothing over Draco's wrist.
Draco tried to stay angry but it wouldn't last. It had been a while since he'd had anyone fight so hard to keep him safe. His mother had been upset about him becoming a Death Eater but she hadn't dared complain to the Dark Lord. In his later years, his father had gone from doting and protecting to bitterly disappointed.
"Malfoy's rather disposable," the short bloke said and Draco tuned back in on the conversation, feeling Potter tense beside him. "He may be unable to say where You-Know-Who is but he'll know his way around."
"I already told you," Potter bristled. "Draco is going nowhere."
"Yes, yes, and we -- I understand," Granger interjected quickly, before the numerous people riled Potter up even further. "Besides, I agree with you. Malfoy will die as soon as Voldemort senses him."
"Who cares?" a timid voice asked. Amidst the murmurs of agreement, Ginny Weasley sat higher in her chair. "I mean, no one here really cares about Malfoy. Just Harry, and Hermione, I suppose."
"Ginny," Potter warned.
"I care too," Tonks said, and Draco felt a rush of gratitude even though he was still angry with her. He knew no one liked him but it was scary seeing just how many people would gladly sentence him to death on the off chance that it might get them closer to the Dark Lord.
"And I do," Ron Weasley said, staring to the grainy table. "Well." He gave a humourless laugh. "I don't, but Harry does, so for Harry's sake, I hope he lives." He glanced up and gave a crooked smile to Draco, who smiled back hesitantly, thinking that this was probably even scarier.
Girl Weasley shrugged. "That makes four people out of how many? No one else would miss him."
"Ginny," Potter said, voice strained as if he were holding a beast behind it, and he probably was. "I'm sorry, okay. I really, truly am. But this is the way it goes. And this isn't the right way to deal with it. Be mad at me, not Draco."
Weasley slouched in her chair, lowering her eyes and her face turning pink. Mrs Weasley patted her on the shoulder comfortingly.
"Then are we all --" Tonks broke off and stared up the basement steps. "What's that?"
A door opened and the faint tapping that Draco was surprised she had even noticed stopped. An owl flew down, something packaged tied to its feet and making it fly slightly to the left so that it almost crashed into the wall. Fletcher followed down after it.
"Ruddy bird was ramming against the window," he explained.
The bird flew straight to Potter, who had his arm outstretched. Carefully, he untied the package and the owl flew off just as fast, tapping at the door to be let outside. Everyone ignored it.
"What is it, mate?" Ron Weasley asked.
"It's from Snape," Potter breathed. "That's his owl."
As Potter unwrapped the parcel, Draco took a half-step back and watched it intently. An old wand rolled out into Potter's hand.
"It's the... I think it's the one." He dropped the paper to the floor, turning the wand over in his hands.
Draco grabbed the paper off the floor and searched through it. "There's no note," he announced.
Granger and Weasley moved away from the table and over to them, everyone else who understood shuffling closer.
"Acci--"
"No!" Granger yelped, knocking the wand out of Potter's hands. Loudly, it clattered to the floor. "Are you stupid, Harry?" she seethed. "It didn't do anything when you touched it but it's sure to have some reaction if you use it."
Potter shrugged in apology and picked it back up, staring at it in amazement. "Guess I was right, after all, about Snape," he said smugly.
Draco, Granger, and Weasley rolled their eyes. Draco didn't think it held much weight in the grand scheme of things. Snape had probably still ratted them out to the Dark Lord.
"How do we destroy it?" Weasley asked. The other two made faces at it.
Draco didn't understand. "However you destroyed the others."
Potter looked over at him, finally away from the wand. "It was always an accident the other times. One was crushed in a cave in -- took forever to dig out --, and another shattered when we tried to break down the wards around it."
"You could kill it," Lovegood suggested.
"It's an inanimate object," Granger replied, pursing her lips.
"No, wait," Lupin said. "The killing curse might work. Can anyone do it?"
No one moved. Draco found it hard to believe that no one in the room was capable of casting it. How did they expect to win the war? Perhaps some of them knew but were too embarrassed to say so.
"I can," Draco said. The room turned to look at him with accusing eyes.
Potter cocked his head. He whispered, "But you couldn't kill...Dumbledore."
"It wasn't that I didn't know how to do the spell. It was that I would be ending someone's life. I'd only ever practiced on animals before and who cares about them?"
Granger gave him a reproachful look but otherwise said nothing.
"Go ahead, then," Potter said, holding out the wand in his palm.
Draco's eyes widened, and he noticed the rest of the room had similar reactions. Potter couldn't really trust him so much as to hold the thing he was supposed to kill while he killed it. He knew he wouldn't be able to kill Potter if he missed because he didn't hate him anymore, but it was the principle of the matter. And they didn't know that.
"Harry," Weasley warned while Granger shook her head wearily.
"No, it's all right." He turned to face Draco fully. "I trust him."
Draco wetted his lips and pulled out his wand, aiming it at the other one. He took a deep breath and concentrating hard, said, "Avada Kedavra!"
A flash of green and then the wand was shown, clasped tightly in Potter's grip. It was glowing and when he opened his hand it was in three pieces.
Potter was smiling largely. He shoved the pieces into Weasley's hands, so he could cup Draco's face.
Someone coughed loudly and another person said, "So, we plan to get... the snake was it, yes?"
"That wasn't because of the heat of the moment either," Potter whispered, moving so close Draco had to close his eyes or go cross-eyed. "Am I a heat of the moment kink of thing for you?"
Instead of answering and being terribly soppy, Draco leaned in and kissed him. He knew that some time sooner rather than later Potter was going to search down the Dark Lord and kill him or be killed in the process and that in itself should have been a good enough reason for Draco to run away from him and any feelings that had developed. But he didn't want to. He didn't think he even could. It felt safe and right when he was kissing Potter.
Fin