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HP/DM, The Spy Who Loved The Boy Who Lived: 15/35, NC-17
Original poster: alisanne
Title: The Spy Who Loved The Boy Who Lived: 15/35
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, Chapter 14.
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. Thank you, ladies!
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
~
Severus arched up into the talented mouth that had been steadily tormenting him for the past few minutes. Remus smiled around his mouthful, loving how the normally taciturn man always reacted to his lovemaking.
The werewolf ran his tongue firmly over Severus’ leaking slit and was rewarded with a sudden burst of pre-come.
“Fuck, Remus,” Severus moaned, his hands clutching the sheets tighter, his legs parting to allow his lover better access.
Remus continued to encourage him, humming low in his throat as he sucked steadily. Finally, Severus’ eyes rolled back in his head, and he groaned long and low as he emptied down the werewolf’s throat.
Remus swallowed around him, milking every drop before he pulled off and slid up to kiss him deeply, sharing the musky taste.
“I want you inside me,” Severus whispered as Remus pulled away.
Remus smiled and nodded. He slid a finger against Severus’ tightly furled opening, a moan slipping from him as Severus tried to impale himself.
“I love how eager you always are,” he whispered.
Severus writhed, trying to get Remus to hurry up. “Please,” he moaned.
This was Remus’ favorite part. When he was face to face with his lover, and the man was panting and practically begging for him.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, twisting his finger inside Severus’ tight passage.
Severus’ head whipped back and forth under the sensual onslaught. He groaned as he felt Remus’ wide cock nudging his hole, and then he sighed as the werewolf slid home.
Remus couldn’t last long. The sight of Severus coming undone, and the satin tightness surrounding him, quickly made him peak, and finally he collapsed on top of his lover, gasping.
“Incredible, as always,” he whispered.
Severus smiled and cleaned them up with a softly spoken spell. He went eagerly into Remus’ arms, and they cuddled, although in his mind, Severus managed to call it something else.
Remus sighed. Severus still seemed tense, even after their lovemaking, and so Remus ran gentle fingers through his soft, raven hair and spoke.
“What’s wrong?”
Severus shrugged. “I’m worried,” he finally said.
“Harry? Draco?”
He grimaced. “Yes. Both of them,” he admitted.
Remus nodded. “I know. I am too, but I think we are doing the best we can, given what we know. I think the strategy of waiting for the spy to reveal himself is a sound one, and between me, you, and Dumbledore, we have so many protections on them, it’s a wonder they can move.”
Severus snorted. “Potter always finds a way to get into trouble, though,” he muttered.
Remus smiled. “Mmm. Probably because he’s only seventeen,” he reminded his lover gently. “We were invincible at that age, too.”
“Well, I wish he wouldn’t drag Draco into it.”
“You really love Draco, don’t you?”
Severus sighed. “Like he’s my own son, yes,” he said. “Lucius entrusted him to me, and while he may have been a right evil bastard, he did love his son.” His hands absently caressed Remus as he spoke.
“And Narcissa has certainly proven herself to be less than a loving mother...” The werewolf snarled her name.
Severus nodded. “It wasn’t always so, but, be that as it may, she has little love for him now. So, I am all he has in the world,” he concluded.
“Well, you and Harry,” Remus said.
“I suppose,” Severus said grumpily.
Remus chuckled. “No worries, Severus,” he said, reaching up and kissing the tip of his nose. “Just think of both of them as your sons. And technically, they could be. I consider myself to be Harry’s godfather, after all. It will be fine.”
Severus groaned and shook his head. “As long as he never calls me ‘Father’ it should be fine.”
Remus grinned and nuzzled his neck to distract him. “It would be more likely to be ‘Mother’ wouldn’t it?” he suggested, his fingers tweaking Severus’ nipple lightly.
It took Severus a moment to assimilate that, but then he reacted, rolling his lover over onto his back. “What are you saying? That I’m the ‘girl’ in this relationship? Want me to prove I’m a man?” he asked, voice low and dangerous.
Remus grinned. They had quickly come to the realization that they both enjoyed topping and bottoming equally, but they did like to tease each other about it.
As Severus shifted against him, Remus shuddered with arousal. “Please,” he whispered, spreading his legs to cradle Severus in between them.
Looking down at his lover, Severus was struck at how comfortable he felt. At how right it seemed to be with this man, in his arms, in his bed. He pulled back, fingers grazing Remus’ cheek softly. “What are we doing?” he asked softly.
Remus grinned up at him. “I thought you were turning the tables,” he said, wriggling suggestively.
Severus shook his head. “No. I mean what are we doing? In this relationship? Where is it going?”
Remus looked up at him, a soft look settling on his face. “Where do you want it to go?” he asked, gently brushing back a lock of ink-black hair.
“I asked you first,” Severus said, smirking.
Remus took a deep breath. Okay, so it was time for a serious discussion, was it?
“We’ve joked about this before,” he said, heart in his eyes, “but I love how we are together. I... I want us to stay together.”
“What about your Hogsmeade plans?” Severus asked. “Won’t you be moving soon?”
“I’ve no plans to go anywhere, Severus,” Remus said. “If you want me to leave, you’ll have to throw me out.”
“I... I have no plans to throw you out. Ever,” Severus said hoarsely.
Remus smiled. “Good. Then that’s settled. Now, are you going to fuck me, or what?”
“I am going to make love to you,” Severus corrected, and Remus’ gaze grew even more tender.
“Go ahead, then,” he whispered. “I won’t stop you.”
~
Harry sighed pensively and looked over at his boyfriend. They were in the library again for the third evening in a row, and he was heartily sick of Madam Pince’s lectures on ‘seemly behavior’.
Just because she’d caught him snogging Draco in one of the stacks last night was no reason to go overboard, in his opinion.
He rolled his eyes as she again launched into how the library was for those who were serious about their studies. She finally walked away with a final grumble when Hermione interrupted to reassure her that she would keep an eye on the group.
Harry looked down at his Transfiguration workbook mournfully. He was days behind, and Professor McGonagall was cutting him no slack whatsoever, despite the fact that when you counted the extra lessons, he was really studying for two sets of classes and not just one.
He met Draco’s amused gaze. The blond winked at him and then went back to his Arithmancy, rejoining the furious, whispered argument that had been raging among him, Hermione and Pansy.
Blaise and Ron just ignored them and concentrated on other work.
Harry had been doing well in his extracurricular Transfiguration and had just about mastered his Animagus form. He’d blushed as he’d read up on equines and found out how little he knew about them. When he’d mentioned to Draco how he’d always thought that horses had four knees, the blond had simply shook his head and handed him one of his own horse books.
Draco had then proceeded to tease him unmercifully about how he’d had a lot of practice ‘taming and riding’ horses, did Harry need a demonstration? Their activities that night had resulted in Harry’s having a pronounced limp the next day.
Professor McGonagall wanted both of them to have a good working knowledge of each other’s Animagus forms, so Harry was now supposed to continue his research on unicorns, in addition to starting research on snow leopards. He was bound and determined to find something embarrassing about the beautiful creatures, although Harry, for the life of him, couldn’t imagine what that would be.
He sighed again. He really needed to do his regular homework first. He could look up Draco’s Animagus form later, after his two feet of parchment on the perils of Transforming into plants was done.
He stood up to go to the relevant section of the library, and Hermione looked up from her arguing. “Are you okay?” she asked.
He nodded. “I just need a book,” he said. “I’ll be right there.” He pointed to a set of stacks that were about ten yards away.
The entire table watched him walk off, and then they all bent their heads back to their work. Harry checked his written list for the books he would need and started searching.
As he bent over to look at the bottom shelf, he heard a thump and he raised his head to see a book had somehow managed to fall off the stack and land onto the floor behind him, narrowly missing his head. He frowned at it and then bent down to pick it up and replace it.
Then the night went to hell.
A deep rumble sounded, and it seemed as if every book from the shelves launched itself at him simultaneously. He was hit in the face several times before he could cover up with his arms over his head. He was in the middle of the stack, and so started running for the edge, when he tripped over the rapidly building book pile, sprawling.
He grunted as he fell, curling into a ball to try to protect the more vulnerable parts of his body as he was pounded repeatedly.
At the rumble, Hermione and Draco’s heads snapped up, and they both launched themselves for the stacks, followed closely by Pansy and, oddly enough, Ginny, who had been walking by the table.
Hermione stopped short when she saw the flying books. “Harry!” she screamed. Draco started to try to enter the stacks, but was beaten back by a flurry of heavy books.
Madam Pince came, huffing and puffing, and Hermione had the inappropriate urge to laugh at the witch’s stick legs which could be seen where she’d hiked up her robes to run. Hermione had pulled out her wand, but was quickly shouldered aside.
“Stand back!” the librarian said, and, waving her wand said, “Finite Incantatem!”
The books ignored her. There now appeared to be a tornado of books battering against each other, and Harry, who was lying still in the center of the maelstrom, was unreachable.
Draco tried again to go into the storm of books, but this time hit an invisible barrier. He pushed at it and then turned to Hermione.
“There’s some sort of wall here,” he said.
She pushed against it as well, confused eyes meeting his. “What the...?”
“What is the problem?” a smoky voice from behind them asked, and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as Severus stepped up behind her.
Madam Pince was fluttering in distress. “Severus! Oh, thank Merlin! The books... oh, and poor Harry...”
The Potions master didn’t even draw his wand, he simply spread his hands and intoned a spell. His robes flared about him as his magical aura swelled.
Draco, who had been pushing against the barrier all this while, stumbled as it came down, but was up in a trice and running towards Harry seconds later. He was battered by a few books before about six cries of Finite Incantatem stopped the spell, and he could pick his way towards his lover.
“Harry?” he cried.
Hermione was right behind him and, between the two of them, they rolled him over. He was unconscious and covered in bruises, blood running down the side of his face where a book had evidently nailed him.
Severus kicked a few books out of the way and, shouldering Hermione and Draco aside, leaned over and picked up Harry’s limp body, cradling him to his chest. He stepped through the crowd that had now gathered and started for the Infirmary.
“Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger. Come with me.”
As they walked out of the library with Severus, Hermione looked around at the clustered people, trying to see if anyone or anything looked unusual.
Ron, Pansy and Blaise were busy gathering up their own parchments, Ron looked to be collecting Hermione and Harry’s stuff, while Pansy had grabbed Draco’s.
As her eyes swept the muttering crowd, she did a double take when she got to a surprising couple. Lavender Brown was standing very close to Zacharias Smith, the two whispering softly, and, as she watched, Smith pressed a kiss to Lavender’s brow before meeting Hermione’s eyes. Their gazes held for a moment and then she looked away, disturbed.
Smith had looked angry, and there was no love lost between him and Harry. Had the Hufflepuff had something to do with the attack?
~
“Ennervate!”
Harry moaned and reached for his aching, throbbing head. He cracked open one eye, almost afraid of what he would see. From the smell, he knew he was back in the damned Infirmary again.
Okay, so I haven’t even been near the Quidditch pitch in days and I still end up here...
His hand was quickly grabbed and a blond blur settled in front of him. Draco pressed his glasses into his hands and Harry put them on, his boyfriend’s face coming into focus. He felt the bed dip as Draco sat on it.
“You okay, Harry?” he asked quietly, evidently expecting that Harry would have a headache.
The brunet nodded and then groaned when the movement intensified his pain.
“Madam Pomfrey is on her way with a Pain Potion,” Hermione said from somewhere behind Draco.
Harry sighed and just tried to lie still. He could feel stinging on his face as if he had cuts there, and his whole body ached fiercely.
He could hear Madam Pomfrey bustle into the room, and breathed a bit easier. Draco shifted and then she was there, holding a vial to his lips. He swallowed, grimacing a bit at the bitter taste.
“Blech. Snape must have made that,” he whinged, sitting up. The pain was already starting to fade as the potion worked its way through his system.
“Indeed I did, Mr. Potter.” Severus smiled as Harry turned an interesting shade of puce in his embarrassment.
The Potions master, who was leaning against the wall, turned towards Hermione and Draco. “Did either of you see or sense anything unusual?” he asked.
They both shook their heads, Hermione asking, “What kind of spell was that, sir?”
“Very advanced magic,” he replied. “It is a variation of the Shield Charm, but one that can be cast from a distance, and that has to be pulled down either by the caster, or from inside.”
“Then how did you pull it down, sir?” she persisted, eyes intent.
He smiled. “Because the caster made a common mistake. He didn’t make it a sphere. It only went to the ground, so my magic could come up through the floor inside the shield to pull it down. It is a classic new wizard’s mistake.”
“So this was a new wizard?” Draco asked, his arm now around Harry, supporting him.
“They really didn’t think this one through, did they, sir?” Hermione said after a long moment.
“Explain,” the Potions master said.
“Well, again, if the goal is to capture Harry, then how would the spy have gotten to him? He’d have to take the shield down, in full view of all of us, walk in, and take Harry. And that’s assuming he wasn’t really hurt. Those books could have killed him.”
Severus nodded, fingers steepled in front of his face. “All true, Miss Granger,” he said. “So again, we are left with the conclusion that there are two plots afoot here. Someone is attacking Harry and Draco with the goal to harm or even kill them, and there is still a plan to capture Harry, and possibly Draco, to take them to the Dark Lord. And these groups do not appear to be working together.”
Harry glanced up at the mediwitch as she ran her wand over him to check his response to the potion. She quickly healed all his cuts and scrapes and then stood back, pleased. “Well, you’ll live to get into more trouble,” she declared.
No sooner had the words left her mouth, than did Ron stick his head around the door. Madam Pomfrey looked over at him and shook her head. “I should have known you’d be here eventually,” she groused. “Well, then, come on in!”
He slipped into the room, followed closely by Pansy and Blaise, with Ginny bringing up the rear.
“Oh for...” Throwing her hands up in the air, she started grumbling that the Infirmary “might as well be Diagon Alley, for all the privacy patients get” under her breath, finally rolling her eyes before storming over to her office.
Ron rushed over to the side of Harry’s bed. “You okay, mate?” he asked.
Harry smiled weakly as he continued, leaning into the shelter of Draco’s body. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied. “I just took a potion, and I think she’ll let me go today.”
“Great.”
Ron’s eyes flicked to Draco before he looked back at Harry. “Everyone’s already talking about what happened,” he said. “Rumors are everywhere. On my way here I heard Justin saying...”
Severus snorted and pushed away from the wall. “As fascinating as all of this is,” he said, “I have things to do. I actually was on my way to the Headmaster’s office when the commotion sidetracked me. I shall inform him of these events. Please do not venture anywhere else this evening.”
“We won’t, sir,” Draco assured him.
As he passed by Ginny, he shot them all a warning glare, looked back at her suspiciously, and walked to the door.
When the Potions professor let himself out of the room, they all turned back to the bed. Draco slipped his shoes off and got into bed properly, gathering Harry to him.
Ginny stepped closer, her gaze flicking between Harry and Draco. Harry smiled encouragingly at her.
“Hey, Gin! I’m sorry about all the secrecy...”
She smiled tentatively. “Oh, it’s okay, Harry,” she said. “I’m just glad that you’re all right.”
“You don’t seem surprised about us, Ginny,” Draco said evenly.
She shrugged. “I’m not,” she admitted sheepishly. “I kind of knew before this. I... I followed all of these guys,” she gestured to everyone else in the room, “the day they tracked you to your quarters.”
Hermione gasped. “But, Ginny, that could have been really dangerous,” she said. “We told everyone that Harry was being moved for his protection, and you’ve seen the attacks...”
The younger girl shrugged. “Yeah, I know. But I just had to know what was going on. You never tell me anything.”
Pansy stepped forward. “Someone’s after Harry and Draco. We’re their bodyguards. They go no where alone. That’s about it. Oh,” she grinned as she spoke, “and they are shagging like bunnies, but no one’s supposed to know.”
She looked at Draco, suddenly serious. “By the way, we need to discuss damage control. Luckily, no Slytherins were in the library tonight, it was mostly Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, but just in case word gets back that you were concerned about Potter, we need to have a story ready.”
Draco nodded and, after dropping a kiss on Harry’s tousled hair, he got up and walked over for a quick strategy session with Pansy and Blaise in the corner.
Ron stepped closer to the bed. “I’m really glad you’re okay, Harry,” he said. “I’m a bit worried about these attacks, though.”
“We all are, Ron,” Hermione said.
He shook his head. “I mean, I’m worried that you might be in danger because of the company you keep, if you know what I mean.”
Harry frowned, not sure what his friend was getting at. Hermione got it immediately, however. “Ron,” she said warningly, but he plowed on.
“I mean, Harry, that I’m concerned about Malfoy. Have you noticed that he’s been there every time there’s been an attack?”
Harry shrugged. “Yeah, but he’s being attacked, too. Plus, we were told to stick together, so we do.”
Ron shook his head, looking over his shoulder at the Slytherins, who were still conferring in the corner. “Harry, don’t you see? I know he told you and Hermione some story that has the two of you convinced that he’s sincere, but won’t you even admit that he could be taking the piss out of you?”
Harry flushed and sat straight up in bed. “Ron, take my word for it. He is on our side, I know he is. I suppose it’s too much to ask you to trust him, but I am asking you to trust us. Can you do that?”
Ron let out an exasperated breath. “Harry, I just think that you should be careful.”
Harry looked back at him steadily. “Ron, I’m in love with him, and he loves me. I trust him with my life.”
A stubborn look crossed Ron’s face. “I’m just saying that maybe his story could use some checking before we all just ignore years of him being a prat. Remember what he used to do, what he used to call us? I know he’s your boyfriend now, but he’s still a Malfoy. I’m just saying maybe we shouldn’t just forget that.”
“Shouldn’t forget what, Weasley?”
Draco’s sardonic drawl sounded right behind the red haired youth, startling him.
Ron’s eyes darted between the two of them and then he squared his shoulders. “We shouldn’t forget that you’ve hated us since first year,” he said. “We shouldn’t forget what a prat you were to Harry on the Hogwarts Express.”
Draco crossed his arms. “Actually, as I recall it, he refused my hand, offered in friendship. And you didn’t discourage him, despite not knowing me.”
Ron grew redder. “Oh I knew you. And you were the one who cast aspersions on my family! Implied we were the wrong kind of Wizarding family, remember? Called us ‘riff-raff’. And your father was the one who tried to kill my sister!”
Draco snorted. “Yes, he did,” he agreed. “And so now I’m responsible for my father’s actions? Are you responsible for what all of what your family does? You agree with your brother Percy on everything?”
“Don’t you dare mention him! He is not your business! You are trying to hurt Harry, I know you are. And I don’t know what you told Harry and Hermione or did to them, but nothing you could say would make me believe that you’re on our side.”
Draco’s eyes turned cold, like the Arctic sea, and his voice sent shivers up Harry’s spine. “I don’t really give a shite what you believe, Weasel,” he hissed. “I have told the truth to the people who need to know, and they believe me. That’s what’s got your knickers in a twist, isn’t it? That they won’t tell you what it is. That you’re not important enough to need to know.”
Hermione reached out to try to stop Ron, but he threw her hand off his arm. “I am Harry’s best friend! He tells me everything, and if there is something that he doesn’t tell me, it’s because he’s trying to protect me. You are just some guy he’s fucking!”
Draco flinched as if Ron had struck him. “I am in love with Harry,” he said quietly. “And he loves me. You can’t stand that, can you? Well, get used to it, because I am going nowhere.”
“Ron...” Harry was horrified.
Ron held up a hand. “No, Harry! Someone has to say this, and since no one else has, I will. I think he’s Imperiused you! I think he’s planning on turning you over to the Dark Lord, and you are so blinded by sex that you can’t see it.”
Hermione smacked him hard. “Ronald! Stop this instant!”
“Fuck off, Weasel! You’re probably just jealous that Harry and I are together and happy and having more sex than you are!”
Harry gave Draco a reproachful look. “Gods, Draco, please!” he said.
The blond looked at him incredulously. “You’re taking his side?” he said.
Harry shook his head. “No! I’m really not, but you should stop calling him that. He hates it. Plus, that wasn’t a nice thing to say....”
Draco snorted. “Nice? I’m not a nice person, Harry. I thought you knew that. And I guess I shouldn’t be ‘mean to the Weasel’.” At that, Harry flinched, but Draco continued, saying, “But it’s okay if he accuses me of trying to hand you over to the Dark Lord?” He put up a hand to stem the protests. “Whatever. I’m not staying here so that you can continue insulting me, Weasel. Harry, you know where I’ll be, and when you decide whose story you believe, you let me know.”
Whirling around, he stormed out of the room, Pansy running after him and shooting them all an apologetic look. Blaise grabbed their parchments and bags and, with a nervous look, quickly exited.
Harry buried his face in his hands. “Bloody hell,” he muttered.
~TBC in Chapter 16