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HP/DM, The Spy Who Loved The Boy Who Lived: 14/35, NC-17
Original poster: alisanne
Title: The Spy Who Loved The Boy Who Lived: 14/35
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)
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.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta read by knightmare_shad and sevfan, who are wonderful. :)
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
~
When Harry came to, he was being cradled in Draco’s arms, and Professor McGonagall was out of his line of vision, speaking with someone. Looking up at his lover, he smiled wanly.
“Hey,” he whispered.
Draco smiled back and dipped his head to kiss him softly. “Hey, yourself,” he murmured, brushing his lips against Harry’s. “Welcome back.”
Harry moaned, and reaching up, pulled Draco flush against him. He opened his mouth, hoping to deepen the kiss, but that was not meant to be.
“Mr. Potter!”
Harry turned his head, which was conveniently ensconced against Draco’s chest, to see an upside down Professor McGonagall walking towards him.
He started to sit up, groaning as his head started throbbing.
“Be careful,” she scolded. “You actually hit your head hard when you fell.”
Madam Pomfrey appeared from behind the taller professor. She tut-tutted at the brunet as she healed his mild head injury, and then, with an admonition for him to “not fall anymore”, she Floo’d back to the Infirmary.
Harry remained seated on the couch, still snuggled up to Draco. He avoided looking at the professor, and started playing with the edge of his robe.
“Mr. Potter.”
Harry glanced up at her.
“What is wrong?” she asked gently. “Do you not like your Animagus form?”
He shrugged.
She pursed her lips. “I think it’s a wonderful Animagus,” she said. “Such a magical creature!”
“It is a very cool Animagus form, Harry,” Draco said encouragingly.
“I was hoping for something less conspicuous,” Harry said. “Not another reason to be hunted. Now, more than ever, I might as well have ‘Look at me, I’m a big target!’ tattooed on me.”
“There are many advantages to this, though, Mr. Potter.” The professor was earnest, leaning forward and speaking soothingly. “You will be magical in both your forms, and that is an enormous asset. Your blood has healing properties. I would suggest that you do some research into the properties of your Animagus.”
Harry shrugged. “I guess,” he said.
After a few more minutes of trying to convince him, she walked over to the sideboard to make them some tea.
Draco turned him in his arms. “What don’t you like about your form, Harry?” he asked quietly.
Harry snorted. “The fact that people hunt them,” he said. “And it’ll be yet another reason for Voldemort to kill me,” he added. “The first time we saw a unicorn, he was drinking its blood, remember?”
“Is that what you’re worried about?” Draco asked softly. “Because people generally revere unicorns, love.”
Harry sighed. “I... it’s great and all, but I’m just not so sure how my being a unicorn is practical, you know? It’s not like I’ll be able to sneak up on anyone.”
Draco snickered. “It’s practical for potions,” he said. “Severus will be excited. He won’t have to go out into the forest for his unicorn parts anymore...”
Harry dropped his head in his hands. “Great,” he said sarcastically. “Snape will want me in that form all the time so he can collect hair and hoof scrapings.”
Draco chuckled and then gathered him closer. “Seriously, Harry. You can now proceed safely anywhere in the Forbidden Forest. You are one of the fastest creatures on land, not much beats a unicorn for speed. And that horn is like a wand, it’s an extension of your magical ability and prowess.”
Harry perked up. “Prowess, hm?” he murmured, smiling. “I like the sound of that.”
“It’s not like you need any help in that department,” Draco replied, licking his lips.
Harry tilted his head back and their faces drifted closer until McGonagall cleared her throat. They separated, guilty at having forgotten her presence.
“Well,” she said, obviously uncomfortable. “I will need to let the Headmaster know, of course, and we still need to find Mr. Malfoy’s Animagus form.”
Draco flushed.
“Were you close, love?” Harry asked, guilty for having taken up all the time with his concerns.
Draco shrugged. “Who knows?” he said. “I felt something happening, but then you became a unicorn and I was so surprised that I just stopped trying.”
Professor McGonagall sighed. “I think that is enough for today. We will work on this more tomorrow, gentlemen. You should plan to meet me here at the same time. I feel certain that Mr. Malfoy shall achieve his form soon.”
“Can’t wait,” Draco muttered under his breath. “Watch me turn out to be some sort of an insect.”
Harry shushed him.
“You should both go back to your quarters now,” she instructed them. “The Headmaster has connected your rooms to all of the professors’ via the Floo Network, so this should make it safer for you to travel to your extra lessons.”
Throwing the powder into the fire, she ushered them into the fireplace with the shout of, “Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy’s quarters!” The next thing they knew, both young men were stumbling out of their fireplace and into their living room.
Draco turned to Harry and brushed his robe off. “Dinner soon,” he said.
Harry nodded. “Wonder if we’ll have an escort?” he mused.
“Maybe, although no Bludgers, brooms or other inanimate objects have attacked us for a few days,” Draco said. “Maybe the spy is getting tired of this.”
“Wouldn’t count on it,” Harry said.
“I’m not,” the blond snorted.
A knock at the door startled them. Walking over to it, Draco cracked it open and then stepped back to let Severus in.
“I am to escort the two of you to dinner. And I need to speak with both of you on the way. Are you ready to go?”
~
On their way to the Great Hall, Severus outlined the new safety plan for them as he strode down the hallway.
“The Headmaster, Professor McGonagall, Remus, and I have been discussing what the options are for you to be protected at all times. You cannot Floo to your classes, so there will be times at which you will be vulnerable.
“Now that both of you have been targeted, no one will be surprised that you are never alone, but no one, outside of those who know, should suspect your true relationship. With that in mind, we have decided that your house-mates will serve as your protectors.
“I have therefore assigned you a joint house Potions project that will necessitate close cooperation between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Now you will have an excuse to be around each other much of the time, although you will still have to keep the affectionate displays to a minimum.”
Severus said the last in a dry tone, carefully not looking at them.
Harry grinned and bumped shoulders with Draco lightly as they walked.
When they got to the Great Hall, they separated, Severus and Draco continuing to chat as the professor escorted him to the Slytherin table. Harry was smiling as he sat down with the Gryffindors.
Ron was back and at dinner, and he greeted Harry enthusiastically when he arrived. Hermione seemed happy to have her boyfriend back, and even Ginny seemed to be in a good mood.
“Wow, Ron,” Harry said, when he was settled. “How long does it take to get a new wand, anyway?”
Ron flushed. “Ollivander’s was out of my type of wand, so we couldn’t get it right away. I had to wait for it to be delivered.”
“What happened to your wand, Ron?” Lavender asked, curious.
The redhead shrugged. “I, er... lost it someplace,” he mumbled.
Dean rolled his eyes. “Trust you to lose your wand, Ron,” he said.
Ron endured some good-natured ribbing from his house-mates, and although Harry and Hermione defended him stoutly, since they couldn’t really say what had happened, the vagueness of the story made Ron seem very careless. Ron was quite red by the end of it, but he bore up well, considering.
“So you had a free day in London?” Seamus finally asked over pudding. “Lucky duck!”
Ron grinned. “Yeah, the twins had some shopping to do, so they took me all over the place with them. It was pretty fun.”
“Maybe I should lose my wand,” Ginny said snidely under her breath, only loudly enough for Hermione to hear. She had gotten quieter and quieter as her brother had gotten teased throughout dinner.
Hermione shot her a startled look, but then Ginny turned to Lavender and started up a conversation. Since she didn’t say anything more, Hermione decided to let it go.
“So, what did I miss while I was away?” Ron asked.
Harry shrugged. “Not much, mate,” he said casually. “Just some homework. We can catch you up later in the library.”
Ron nodded. “Okay,” he said with a small grimace.
As the conversation dipped and swirled around him, Harry considered when he was going to tell his friends about his Animagus form. It still felt so new that he wasn’t sure he should bring it up yet. And, for some reason, he wanted to keep it a secret for the moment, especially the details of what he’d turned into. Maybe Hermione could advise him.
~
The posse, consisting of Pansy, Blaise, Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Draco trooped to the library after dinner. The Slytherins settled to one side of the table and the three Gryffindors sat on the other side, Harry and Draco located directly across from each other.
“So Snape made it so we have to study together?” Hermione asked.
Pansy nodded. “He spoke loudly enough to Draco tonight at dinner that he made it clear to the rest of the Slytherins that he was giving us no choice but to work with you. Draco did great, by the way.” She grinned. “He acted very miffed that he had to spend any time with you people.”
Draco smirked. “I’m a good actor,” he said modestly. “I’ve had to be. All Slytherins are, actually.”
“What’s my excuse for being here?” Ron asked with a groan.
“You need an excuse to study with your girlf.... um, friends?” Hermione asked pointedly.
Ron flushed and then shook his head silently, wisely saying nothing more, although he did clasp her hand in his as an apology.
As Hermione filled Ron in on the lessons that he had missed, Harry and Draco slid down a bit in their seats so that their feet were touching under the table.
Draco bit his lip as Harry’s stocking-clad foot slid up his leg and rubbed sensually against his calf. His cock was soon throbbing in tandem with the slow movements.
Harry smirked as his foot crept upwards, underneath his lover’s robe and finally settling in Draco’s crotch, where he rubbed it against the blond’s throbbing organ. Draco moaned, quickly turning it into a cough when Pansy looked suspiciously at him.
Harry’s smoldering eyes met his and he continued his rubbing, the arch of his foot caressing his lover’s aching length.
Draco tried to push into the touch, needing a bit more pressure to satisfy him. The light, almost teasing sensations were driving him mad.
Harry was panting lightly, his own body reacting to the heavy lidded looks the blond was giving him. The rest of their friends seemed oblivious; Hermione was still trying to explain the assignments that Ron had missed while he’d been in London, and Pansy and Blaise’s heads were bent together, concentrating on their Arithmancy homework.
Harry picked up the pace, rubbing more forcefully as Draco pushed forward rhythmically. He could only sustain that for a few minutes, however. His breathing grew more shallow as he tried to conceal what they were doing. Finally, it was all too much.
Draco squirmed for a few more seconds, and then he bent over, clutching at the desk with white knuckles and gasping his ecstasy as his orgasm seemed to rise up from his toes and spread through him. His head hit the table as the come spurted out of him and onto the inside of his trousers.
“Are you okay, Draco?” Pansy asked, alarmed.
He nodded, his head still down, as the last of his shuddering orgasm completed, and then he looked up, skin flushed and eyes bright.
Hermione frowned as Pansy continued questioning the blond, shooting Harry a suspicious look.
He looked back at her blandly, sliding back up in his chair and opening his books as if nothing untoward had happened.
Draco, in the meantime, had recovered. His color remained high but he, too, looked innocently at Pansy as he retrieved his assignments from his bag and commenced working.
Ron and Blaise noticed nothing, being now engrossed in an argument about the Chudley Cannons versus the Falmouth Falcons.
Ginny watched the group from her table across the room. She knew something had happened, but was too far away to have seen what it was.
As the group of seventh-years settled into their studying, she gazed hungrily at them. Something was going on, and she was bound and determined to find out what, and to be involved.
~
The next afternoon, when Harry and Draco showed up at Professor McGonagall’s office, Draco was determined to achieve his Animagus form. He’d been practicing falling into a trance all day, and with Harry’s help he’d gotten a lot better at it.
Harry was able to transform quite easily, and this time spent several minutes getting acclimatized to his Animagus form before transforming back. He’d also spent some time the night before in the library researching unicorns.
Hermione had helped him with the research, locating the best book on the topic in the library. They had been standing in the Magical Beasts section when he had finally come clean and told her about achieving his Animagus, shushing her when she’d squealed her excitement. She hadn’t urged him to tell Ron; in fact, she’d recommended that he keep mum about it for the moment, saying that Ron was going through a rough time and advising that Harry wait for a more opportune time to tell the redhead.
Harry privately agreed, thinking that this might push Ron over the edge. His friend did not do well when Harry started sprouting new abilities, and might not be very level-headed about this, especially coming so close to the whole ‘losing his wand’ fiasco.
When he had changed back to his human form, Harry had sat with Draco, coaching him and helping him relax. The extra attention paid off when the blond started to shimmer and was finally replaced by his Animagus.
Harry stared entranced at the gorgeous spotted feline in front of him. Squatting down, he ran gentle finger through soft, grey and white fur. “Merlin, Draco! You’re beautiful!”
The snow leopard growled low in his throat and licked Harry’s hand with a rough tongue. The large cat looked into the full-length mirror for a long moment, and then, with another shimmer, he turned back into a smug looking Draco.
“I knew I’d be something cool,” he said.
Harry just rolled his eyes and hugged him.
“Lovely, Mr. Malfoy,” Professor McGonagall declared. “Excellent, both of you! Now you just need to master your forms.”
“I thought we just did that,” Draco said.
She shook her head. “No, my dear. You have just discovered them. Now, they must become second nature, so that all you need to do is think of them and you can achieve the form.”
Both young men groaned.
~
“Every time I think it will get easier, it gets harder,” Draco moaned.
Harry, who didn’t have the energy to answer him, simply patted his face lightly.
“I think they know, and this is a plot,” Draco continued, eyes still closed, sprawled on the couch.
“Mmm... know what?” Harry finally managed. He was lying next to Draco, tucked against his right side.
“They know that you’re a sex maniac, and they want to get us to get some sleep occasionally, so they make these lessons exhausting,” Draco deadpanned.
“I’m a sex maniac?” Harry cracked one eye open.
Draco smiled. “Mmmm. Yeah, you are,” he said. “I bet you’re even thinking about sex right now.”
Harry’s wandering hands settled on Draco’s crotch and the blond moaned softly.
“Seems to me that you’re always ready, too,” he murmured.
Draco smirked. “Well, I always have to be, don’t I? I live in fear that you’ll dump me for a younger man.”
The last word ended on a yelp, since Harry’s hand had worked its way inside Draco’s trousers.
“Oh, you can keep up with me,” Harry murmured. “Just eat right and exercise and you’ll be fine.”
“Exercise? Does wrestling count?” Draco rolled over on top of Harry, pinning him to the couch.
Harry squirmed under him until he was comfortable, legs wrapped around the blond’s hips. “Can we just stay in this position?” he asked.
“Mmmmm... fine with me,” Draco said. With a sensual roll of his hips, he pushed against Harry, who gasped at the sensation. Draco smiled.
Soon they were frotting frantically, Draco dropping kisses wherever he could reach onto Harry’s face and neck.
Neither lasted long, Draco burying his face in Harry’s fragrant neck and moaning as he came, shuddering, and Harry clutching at Draco’s broad shoulders convulsively as his eyes rolled back in his head from the ecstasy washing through him.
They came to a rest against each other, panting. They pulled apart after a long, slow, deep kiss.
“I love you,” Harry murmured, running gentle fingers through soft blond hair.
“I love you, too,” Draco agreed. “And I... I have a present for you.”
With a whispered Scourgify, Harry cleaned them up, and they both sat up.
“You do?” Harry asked.
Draco Summoned a flat box from his room and then sat stroking it for a moment.
“Yes,” he finally said. “It’s traditional that Malfoys give pre-bonding jewelry as a pledge. At the beginning of last summer, Moth... Narcissa presented me with a pendant that I was supposed to give to the person I was slated to marry. I want you to have it.”
“It was supposed to be Pansy?” Harry asked, eyes lowered to the box.
Draco nodded and shrugged.
“She wasn’t that excited about it either,” he said. “Believe me.” Then he opened the box and Harry’s breath caught, his brief surge of jealousy gone when he saw the contents.
Nestled inside were two pendants on silver chains. They both had the Malfoy family crest done in silver, with emerald-eyed snakes coiled protectively around the crests. The workmanship was superb.
As Harry looked at them closer, one of the snakes blinked its eyes at him. He smiled back.
“Hello, Masssster,” it said.
Draco grinned. “Well, your pendant has certainly picked you,” he said.
Harry reached in and picked up the exquisite piece and looked closely at it. The snake moved slightly, its tongue flicking against Harry’s hand for a moment, tasting him.
“What issss your name?” Harry asked it.
It blinked up at him in surprise. “No one hasss ever asssked usss that,” it said. “Nor have we had a massster that could ssspeak to us in many an age.” It blinked some more and then spoke. “We are called *Anguisss and *Comparisss, Massster.”
Harry told Draco what the snake had said, surprising the blond.
“It never occurred to me that they would have names,” he said. “I’m lucky that my boyfriend is a Parselmouth, I guess.”
Harry smiled as Draco took the pendant and, gently kissing him, slipped it on over his head.
“Now you do me,” Draco said, handing Harry his pendant.
“I intend to,” Harry grinned. Draco rolled his eyes at the pun.
Harry took the heirloom piece and put it on over Draco’s head, arranging it around his neck, where it nestled comfortably against his chest. Pulling the blond closer, he kissed him deeply.
“Thank you,” he whispered against Draco’s lips.
“No, thank you for accepting me,” the blond replied. “You’re all I have in the world now.”
“Me too, love. Me too.”
Harry hugged Draco and they simply sat there in silence for a long, long time taking comfort from the other.
~
*Anguis = Latin for dragon
*Comparis = Latin for mate
~TBC in Chapter 15