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HP/DM, The Spy Who Loved The Boy Who Lived: 16/35, NC-17
Original poster: alisanne
Title: The Spy Who Loved The Boy Who Lived: 16/35
Author: alisanne
Rating: NC-17
Summary: There is a plot to capture Harry Potter, and an unexpected person steps forward to save him. Can Harry really trust Draco over his friends?
Genre: Action/Adventure, Drama, Romance,
Warnings: Alternate Universe, Graphic language, Slash (Yaoi), Violence, Graphic sex (overall)
A/N: Sorry about the delay in posting. I've been on vacation, and finding time to post has been a bit tough. Anyway, I hope to make up for falling so far behind. Thanks to all who have been reading and reviewing! :)
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15.
Thanks to knightmare_shad and sevfan for the use of their beta reading skills on my behalf. Any mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
~
Harry crept into his silent, darkened quarters about fifty minutes later. He had tried to slip out of the Infirmary earlier, knowing that he had to find Draco quickly, but Madam Pomfrey had wanted to keep him for a while longer to ensure the complete healing of his facial injuries. He’d been on edge the entire time, pleading with her to let him go, but she’d dug her heels in and refused, citing his health as her number one concern.
When Draco had left, Hermione had grabbed Ron and taken him aside to berate him for a while, and that had left Ginny and Harry awkwardly looking at each other.
“So... you and Draco, huh?” she’d finally said.
He’d grinned. “Yeah.”
“He’s, um... pretty volatile,” she observed. “He’s always seemed kind of cold to me.”
Harry shook his head. “He’s anything but,” he said.
“And you love him?” she pushed.
He nodded. “I do. And he loves me.”
“That’s... that’s great, Harry,” she said, looking away for a long moment. Harry pretended not to see as she wiped her eyes surreptitiously.
When she turned back to face him, she was smiling, and his heart went out to her for a moment. “So, tell me about him,” she said, and so, Harry had spent the next few minutes talking about his favorite subject, Draco Malfoy.
Their conversation had flowed easily after that, but there were still occasional uncomfortable silences in which they could both hear Hermione’s irate voice and Ron’s more subdued answers.
They had still been arguing when Harry, escorted by Madam Pomfrey, finally left the Infirmary. Ginny had said her goodbyes at the door, hurrying back to the Gryffindor tower to get some homework done.
The mediwitch had scolded him a bit on the way down to the dungeons, telling him to be more careful in the future, although Harry, for the life of him, couldn’t figure out how he could be much more careful than spending his evenings studying in the library.
When they reached the door to his quarters, Madam Pomfrey patted his head once, and with a final admonition to stay safe, had returned to the Infirmary.
And now he had the hard part of the evening ahead. Draco was not likely to simply let this go. Harry knew he’d be groveling tonight, he just didn’t know what form it would take, and how much of it he’d have to do. And he still had to deal with Ron...
He sighed and pushed his hand through his hair, agitating it even more than normal.
Glancing towards Draco’s bedroom, he saw the door was ajar, and he heard voices coming from inside.
Great, I’ll be making a public apology, he thought.
He hesitated at the door, not sure if he should knock or just walk in, but the question was taken out of his hands when the door swung open and he came face to face with Blaise.
The other boy blinked and then glanced over his shoulder nervously. “I hope you’re ready to make amends, Potter,” he whispered, shaking his head and pushing past him.
There, on Draco’s bed, sat Pansy, and in her lap, curled up into a ball, was Draco. He all but radiated misery and unhappiness. Pansy was gently stroking his hair, and her hand faltered for a moment when she looked up and saw Harry standing in the doorway.
Draco’s eyes opened when she stopped moving for that split second, growing cold as he regarded his boyfriend.
“Well,” Pansy said, breaking the sudden tension. “I think I’ll head back to Slytherin. I’ll see you later, yeah?”
Draco sat up and she moved off the bed, picking up her book bag on her way out of the room. As she brushed by Harry, she murmured, “Good luck.”
Draco simply looked at Harry with cool, assessing grey eyes, his face blank. They both heard Pansy call out to Blaise for him to wait for her, and then the door closed behind them, and all was silent for a long moment. Harry spoke.
“Draco, I’m really sorry about what Ron said. He was wrong, and I hope you know that I don’t agree with what he said.”
The blond simply cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”
“Yes, Draco,” Harry said, looking seriously at his lover. “Don’t you trust me?”
Draco shrugged. “Possibly against my better judgment I do, but at this point, I can’t see that that has anything to do with this situation.”
Harry sighed. “Draco, it has everything to do with this,” he said. “I’m not asking you to trust Ron, I’m asking you to trust me. His opinion is not mine, nor is it Hermione’s.”
Draco turned away. “It’s what people will say when they find out about us though, Harry,” he said softly.
“I don’t give a shite what people say,” Harry replied firmly.
“Then why did you defend him?” Draco asked.
“I wasn’t defending him,” Harry said. “It’s just... You know he hates being called that, so could you not call him that?”
Draco flushed. “So I’m supposed to just stand there and take it when he calls me names? When he all but accuses me of betraying you to the Dark Lord?” he asked.
“No, but attacking him isn’t going to get him to trust you either.”
“I don’t care if he trusts me or not,” the blond declared. “You’re the one who cares about his feelings.”
Harry nodded. “Yes, I do care about him. He’s my best friend. How can I not care about him?”
Draco snorted. “Fine, then if you care about his tender feelings so much, go fuck him.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “You are impossible...” he started, shutting up after Draco shot him a chilly look.
“Impossible, am I?”
Harry closed his eyes for a moment. “Gods, Draco, I adore you, but...” He paused, trying to think of the best way to get his point across.
“But what?” Draco bit out, standing there, arms crossed.
“No, you say what you want to first,” Harry said.
The blond shook his head. “No, no, do go ahead, Potter,” he said. “I’m simply consumed with curiosity to hear what you could possibly have to say that you think will fix this.”
Harry sighed. “Draco...”
The blond continued as if he had not heard him.
“I mean, I’m just a no good, sneaky Slytherin, right? You and your perfect Gryffindor friends would be insane to trust me. I probably do have plans to turn you over to the Dark Lord.”
Harry drew breath to try to speak, but Draco kept going. “I probably have been lying about why I joined your side all this time. Even now, I might be in cahoots with my mother. This is probably all an elaborate plan.”
“Draco...”
“I mean, Merlin knows that ‘every bad wizard comes from Slytherin’, right? We never count Peter Pettigrew as bad, even though he was a Gryffindor; yes, we conveniently forget him...”
“Draco...”
“And all I’m good for is a fuck, isn’t that right? I mean, it’s not as if we could really make a go of it...”
Harry had had enough. He lunged at his furious, pacing boyfriend and, grabbing his shoulders, pulled him savagely against his lean body.
Draco snarled, and before Harry knew it, they were attacking each other, teeth clacking as their tongues dueled for supremacy. Draco bit at Harry’s lips, and the brunet shoved him up against the wall hard, dragging his mouth away to suck viciously at the pale neck.
“You should have trusted me not to believe those lies,” Harry growled, still assaulting Draco with his mouth. “This isn’t about you, or Ron, or me choosing between you, it’s about us being together. It’s about your knowing that I love you, and trusting in that.”
Draco moaned, long and low, as Harry’s mouth tortured him. The Slytherin shoved his hands underneath Harry’s shirt and then dragged his fingernails down his back, startling a keening cry from the Gryffindor.
Harry arched in the stimulation, slamming his hips into Draco’s and grinding his hardness against the blond. As they panted, clothes flying everywhere, Harry’s tongue was licking every patch of skin as it was revealed, and Draco could only manage to rest his head against the wall and shudder under the stimulation.
When they were both naked, Harry pulled back, an unreadable look on his face. Then he slid to his knees, looking up at Draco through his lashes. As his mouth hovered in front of the blond’s aching erection, he whispered, “I love you, Draco. And this... this is about us.”
Draco’s head flew back and hit the wall hard as his cock was engulfed in tight, wet heat. His hands scrabbled at the wall as Harry traced his tongue around the tip of his cock, licking at the moisture gathered there.
“Fuck you, Pott.... Harry! Gods! You are not getting out of this so easily you... nghn...” Draco’s words ended in a groan, as Harry hummed around him. The brunet gently dragged his teeth over Draco’s sensitive flesh, and that was it. The blond’s hips flexed and he came pulsing down Harry’s throat, screaming.
He slid down the wall, drained, and Harry gently helped lower him to the ground, murmuring nonsense words as he showered Draco’s face with kisses.
Draco groaned, still breathless. Harry pulled away, looking seriously at him. “I am sorry, Draco,” he whispered. “I don’t trust Ron over you. He’s the one who doesn’t trust me or Hermione, evidently. I love you, and this thing that we have is not a casual thing for me. I... I want us to be together forever.”
Draco dragged Harry’s face to him. Pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, the blond nodded, a small smile hovering around his mouth. “All right,” he said. “And so you should. I am a Malfoy, after all.”
He grinned as Harry rolled his eyes.
“Now,” Draco continued loftily as if he were not collapsed in a sweaty heap on the floor, “you need to apologize properly. It’s time for the real sex.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Oh, and just what is the ‘real sex’?” he asked.
Draco leaned forward, and slipping his hand onto Harry’s erect cock, squeezed gently.
“It’s where you stick this,” he said with another squeeze, hand sliding up and down, “inside me, and fuck me into next week.”
Harry met intense grey eyes. “I can do that,” he said.
~
Hermione scowled in annoyance. Ron is being such a perfect arse, she thought, lips compressed in a firm line.
Her errant boyfriend was still sulking after she had given him a piece of her mind about what he had said to Draco and Harry. And his defense, that it had been because he’d been worried about them and had thought that they were both under Imperius, had not impressed her.
“First of all,” she’d yelled. “Harry can fight off the Imperius curse, you idiot! Remember DADA class when we had the fake Moody teaching us?”
Her boyfriend’s eyes had grown wide and he’d nodded. He had evidently forgotten that little detail.
“And secondly,” she’d continued. “How long would Imperius work around Dumbledore, anyway? You think he wouldn’t notice?”
Ron had conceded that the Headmaster probably would have been aware of it. “Okay, so maybe not Imperius, but what if Malfoy’s slipped Harry some Love Potion or something?” he’d protested.
Hermione had then not so kindly reminded him that it was his sister who had been the one to do that in their sixth year, and they would all recognize that if it was happening again.
When she had continued to explain to a flushed Ron that they were under a vow of silence about Draco’s circumstances that was handed down from Dumbledore, he’d backed down a bit. But he’d still refused to apologize to Draco, and that had made her furious.
After that, she had very succinctly told him how upset she was with him, and after haranguing him for several more minutes, she’d finally given up and stalked away.
She was now studiously ignoring him, chatting amiably with Seamus in the Gryffindor common room. She had really thought that she could knock some sense into him, but it had proven to be a difficult task.
When she had stormed off after their argument, he had followed her back to the dorm at a distance. Then, they had settled on opposite ends of the room, not looking or speaking to each other, although Ron shot her hurt looks occasionally that she pretended not to see.
The rest of their dorm-mates had caught on quickly that something was amiss between them, speaking to one or the other of them, but not trying to address them both at the same time.
A lot of people were curious about what had happened in the library, and when she was asked about the incident, Hermione stuck with the ‘Harry is in the Infirmary’ story.
Ron was simply not saying anything, growling at anyone who got too close.
When she’d gotten back to the dorm, Hermione had looked around for Ginny, to remind the younger girl of the need for secrecy, but the redhead had apparently secreted herself in her room, so Hermione made a mental note to say something to her later.
As she relaxed in the company of her house-mates, Hermione wondered what Harry and Draco were doing. She hoped that they had settled their differences, and that Ron’s awful accusations had not put a barrier between them.
~
Firelight flickered over glistening bodies that writhed together as if choreographed. Draco arched his back, trying to take Harry deeper inside himself.
“Please,” he whimpered.
Harry tenderly brushed damp hair out of the blond’s face, bending to press a soft kiss on his parted lips. “Love you,” he murmured, as he slid deeper.
“Me, too,” Draco moaned, clenching his inner muscles as if to try to keep Harry buried inside him.
Harry rocked against him, whimpering at the blond’s tight heat. “You’re amazing,” he said, lips sliding against Draco’s ear.
“Mmm, no, you are,” Draco whispered back, eyes at half mast, watching Harry move over him, into him, slowly making him insane with pleasure.
After the frantic coupling before, they had settled into Draco’s bed and had set about re-establishing their bond.
Harry had lavished attention on his lover, spreading kisses all over his body, nuzzling his most sensitive spots, making Draco relax and sigh with pleasure.
When Harry had finally entered him, after prolonged foreplay, Draco had smiled and pulled his head down for a kiss that had left Harry reeling. As they moved together, their lovemaking resulted in a slow buildup of ecstasy, rather than sudden release.
Harry moaned as he felt himself tensing in preparation to come.
Draco recognized the signs of Harry’s impending orgasm, and he wrapped his legs tightly around the brunet’s waist, pulling him even closer.
Harry screamed as his fulfillment swept over him in waves of pleasure and he emptied himself into Draco’s rippling passage.
Draco clung to him, watching as Harry became undone by his orgasm, drinking in the look on his face. When Harry was finished, he, too crested, arching his back and pulling Harry’s still pulsing cock even deeper inside himself.
They both collapsed eventually, gasping as the aftermath of their coupling still rocked through them.
Harry gathered Draco to him, whispering a Cleansing Spell and curling into his lover’s inviting warmth.
“Maybe we should fight more often,” Draco murmured.
Harry chuckled softly, cuddling him. They both fell asleep quickly, exhausted by the emotional day they’d had.
~
“It didn’t work,” the boy fumed, staring into the two-way mirror. “They whisked him away too fast, and word is that Potter is okay. He was only bruised by the attack, and now he’ll be under even heavier guard.”
The operative at the other end frowned. “It was a foolproof plan to capture him! It must have been an error in execution on your part,” he said.
The student hissed in frustration. “It was not my fault! You guaranteed that it would work, and that I’d get the credit for turning him over.”
The Death Eater snorted. “I did not tell you to do it while so many were about! Our Lord does not accept failure. You will have to try again, and this time, failure is not an option. I provided you the spell and even told you how to augment your own power. You should have been able to accomplish it.”
“Maybe if I had help....”
The Death Eater glared at the pouting student. “There is a secret operative located there,” he finally said. “The Dark Lord, in his wisdom, arranged for this earlier this year. This person has not been activated yet. Perhaps it is time to do so. We had hoped to be able to utilize this person in another capacity, but now that you have failed, this takes priority.”
The student nodded. “I know I can do this if I have help,” he said.
“Very well. The other will be activated.” The Death Eater paused and then added, “And now you can concentrate on your studies rather than on your romance.”
The student shrugged. “I had to pretend to like her,” he said. “How else would she let me work blood magic on her? And it was your idea to use someone’s life force to get more power.”
The Death Eater smiled. “And have you been caught?”
“The caretaker stumbled in on us once, but I Obliviated him, so that’s taken care of.”
“Excellent, son.” The Death Eater waved his hand and the mirror went back to normal.
The student sat back against his pillows and, wrapping the mirror in his Invisibility Cloak, slipped it into his trunk and released the Silencing Spells on his bed. It was just in time, too, as one of his dorm mates chose that moment to poke his head inside.
“You up for a game of Exploding Snap, Zacharias?”
Zacharias Smith smiled back. “Sure!” he said, scrambling off the bed. “I think Lavender will be up for a game, too. Want me to go get her?”
~TBC in Chapter 17