Title: Rumours Part 11

Author: Bell Pie toggledog@yahoo.com

Pairings: Usual- Harry/Draco, whole Snape/Lupin/Black triangle, a little Percy/Penelope

Rating: NC17- This gets REALLY dark (what’s new?)Warning-incest, of the twin kind, and of a different kind, also.

Author’s Notes: Sorry about the delay- been a busy couple of weeks, then I got sick L . Just a note to say that the words I put in character’s mouths ie; Snape’s, particularly Marcus’ isn’t the opinion of the author but rather based on their own emotions and ideas. Anyway, enjoy! (If possible J )

More AN at bottom.

Prologue

Twenty Years Before…

Severus did not know why he was clambering up the rickety stairs to the old store room. His intellect told him to turn around and go back. That he would find nothing of interest inside. His instincts, however, informed of a deep wrong that he had to reach and overcome.

The dark haired wizard was not one to listen to his gut feelings. They were merely a primitive bodily function, had nothing to do with any hard evidence based on intellectual deduction. But the feeling that day was so strong, it was as though his feet moved of their own accord.

It had started with a note discreetly passed to him at dinner, detailing time and place. What perked his interest was the name scrawled across the bottom, in Crispen’s characteristic blocky writing-Remus Lupin. His curiosity was aroused but also sated by the notion of what was planned. The thought of Crispin Flint as match maker deeply troubled him, to the extent it created the urge to throw the boy up against the wall and crack his head repeatedly against it.

No, too violent. He shuddered. He did not like to consider such violent ideas. They were more in his father’s realm. Idiotic, too simple. There were more effective ways of getting to people. Snape intended to discover them.

The boy was able to clamber the stairs with minimal noise, testament to years of tiptoeing past his father in his drunken slumber to reach his room. This place was uncomfortably close to Dumbledore’s office. He knew the wizard’s eyesight was about as good as a skewit’s underwater but his ignorance to the state of the wizard’s hearing had his intellect tell him that silence was necessary. The room had been found the year before by Crispen. Snape did find the discovery to be rather suspicious. It seemed his chubby friend was forever running away to various places but never elucidating where. Lucius had also made the occasional comment as to the odd behavior of their friend, but had quickly shrugged it off. Snape knew he would rather concentrate on other, more important issues, such as how to get into Narcissa’s satin underwear.

He reached the top of the stairs and turned west, hoping he was headed in the right direction. He had only been there once before, to concoct a potion with Lucius. He had wanted to turn into Narcissa’s boyfriend for one night with her. Snape had spent months preparing the ingredients and had risked a broken tooth to snatch a hair off the boy, only to have Lucius opt out at the last minute. Snape’s discovery that the man had heart enough to not rape her in such a way was some what of a relief. As it was, Lucius had blackmailed him into it by threatening to tell Remus of his romantic cries of his name in his throes of sleeping passion the night before.

Damn that idiot!

Snape considered that perhaps he was finally going crazy. It made sense. After all, his home life was apt to make any one eventually get sent to St Mungo. He made a vow, after this little visit to Crispen, to look at every book on mental illness he could get his hands on. Or perhaps it was a virus of some kind. But what kind of virus had one concentrate on one particular person? He shook his head.

Made no sense. Simply made no sense.

He stopped before the door and froze, a sudden dreaded certainly overcoming him. When he opened this door, his life would never be the same. His intellect berated him for such idiotic soothsaying but it did not stop the intense feeling. He closed his eyes, opened them and took a deep breath. The handle felt cold against his hand. Certainly, it was a chilly day but the lower temperature of the metal seemed important some how. Snape sensed this to be on a metaphorical, rather than literal level. Cold, like the fingers of dread that plunged themselves into his stomach. He turned the knob clockwise and slowly the door creaked open, the sounds of the room coming more into focus in his ear, as though the door was a volume controller, the turning of which upped the noise. A strange slapping sound, two people’s harsh breathing, one sobbing.

He opened the door fully and stepped through, allowing it to close behind him.

And stilled.

Closed his eyes. The sounds continued.

Re-opened them.

The image remained. Remus. His Remus lying flat on the floor, with Crispen on top of him.

Crispen… having him. Being rough, just as he had said Sirius would be with him. Snape could not move. He could not understand what was happening. Was Crispen with Remus? Is this what he was trying to tell him?

The chubby boy cried out and collapsed on the smaller boy. Snape’s eyes moved to Remus, brows furrowed. Some thing was very wrong. Lupin was lying very still, almost as though he was barely conscious.

Crispen clambered up, hand stroking along his still erect penis. Remus had not moved. A chilling thought came to Snape and he gasped, moving the back of his palm up to his throat.

No, oh, please don’t say this is true.

His dark eyes moved to Remus. Trails of crimson liquid seeped down his thighs.

"Just in time, Snape."

Lupin gasped, clambered up and raced for the corner. Snape noticed his wand lying on the ground and understood. A loud sound burst through the room. Long tendrils of silken thread burst from Flint’s wand, wrapped itself around the boy in a thick, convoluted web that overtoppled him to the ground.

"Don’t worry, Snape. I was just warming him up for you."

The dark haired man noted the streams of tears down HIS face and allowed temper to overcome his reason. With a growl like a distempered bear, he took a flying leap at the pudgier man, slamming him against the wall. Crispen gasped. Snape took his head and slammed it into the concrete behind him, then slammed it again. And again. And again. Crispen struggled against him, reaching for his wand. Snape grabbed the item and crashed it against his face, exploding his nose and spraying blood on the darker haired boy’s face. He didn’t care. He only wanted to see Crispen suffer.

Suffer and hopefully die.

"This was for you, you idiot!" Crispen managed to shout. " All for you. You want him, don’t you?"

Snape punched him hard across the face. As the boy flew to one side, he took out his wand, pointing it at him.

"You bought me to this, Severus."

The other boy stepped forward, pressing his wand into his chest.

"I wanted to make you happy. I wanted you to have him. Now, you can. He’s all yours."

Snape’s eyes filled with deadly malice.

"Fine then, you ungrateful bastard. Beat me. Kill me even, if you want to. Just remember this. You caused this, not me. Don’t deny that you haven’t wanted to take him. Just like I have."

Severus felt a small poisonous dart start to nestle into his chest. He suddenly found he couldn't breath.

"Shut up, Flint."

"Like you weren’t obvious, Severus. Admit it. You were going to do it, anyway. You were planning on it."

The dark haired boy took a step back, his grip loosening on his wand. The dart nestled further, injections of guilt pushing fear and sorrow through his blood stream.

No, I wouldn’t. I never would. I would rather die.

But the fantasies, the ugly fantasies. Wanting to get back at Sirius. Wanting nothing more than to have him. Take him without his consent.

"You’re just as bad as me, Severus. You still did it, in your mind. At least I have the balls to go out and take what I want."

So many dreams. Countless humiliations of HIM.

Snape could not help the startled sob that passed his lips. He backed away from Crispen, wand hand now shaking. The boy, who was bleeding from the ears from the other’s beating, reached out and gently took the wand off him.

"He’s yours, Snape. Go on. It’s the only chance you’ll have."

What have I become? Snape moved his hands up to cover his face, as though to protect his face from seeing, from revealing the truth of what was before him. Of what was his fault.

"Please, Crispen. Leave us."

"Oh, you want him to yourself, do you? Ok, I can respect that."

Silence reigned a few moments, before Severus felt an odd tickling across his arms. A shuffling behind him revealed Lupin struggling with his bonds. He uncovered his face to reveal Crispen stroking his arm and eyeing him with a peculiar light in his eyes.

"You’re pathetic, Severus. Absolutely pathetic. You make me sick."

Sharp darts of fear and anxiety pinned Severus’ already overwrought emotions as Crispen held his own wand against him.

"Kneel."

Snape simply looked to him.

Idiot, Severus! Idiot! Why did you let him take the wand?

"Kneel or I’ll put a curse on your precious boy. Perhaps of the Cruciatus variety."

Snape looked to Remus, whose own brown eyes shined clear with his own trepidation. Or was that yellow eyes?

The dark haired boy hesitantly dropped to his knees. Crispen unceremoniously shoved his penis in front of his face. Severus’ heart was beating so loud, he was sure the entire room was pounding along with it. His eyes pricked tears of humiliation, mind swimming with denial. Surely, this was not happening.

"Suck it."

Snape pushed down the ugly emotion pulsing through him to look him in the eye.

"I’d rather screw your mother."

Not the best insult, considering but he hadn’t exactly the time to be creative.

"Fine. Be like that, then."

"No, wait!" Snape stood up as Crispen turned to Remus, pointing his own wand on him. He turned the boy around to face him and dropped to his knees. An abrupt ripping sound behind them stilled the two boys. Screaming like a banshee, Remus rushed them, tearing Crispen back by his hair. Snape took his wand and pointed it at the boy.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

The relief that flooded through him as Crispen collapsed to the ground, was of such an intensity that he collapsed against the wall momentarily.

Then remembered Remus. He had fallen and was currently in a half crouched position pulling his pants up and sobbing almost hysterically. Snape moved forward and knelt before him, unsure of what to do or say.

"I’m sorry. I’m so sorry." He finally was able to mutter.

Remus looked to him a moment, eyes blazing yellow. Then slapped him. Snape allowed it. And the second. And the third. And the forth.

The tawny haired boy crashed his hand repeatedly against the side of the other’s face until his own hand was bright red from the effort then collapsed, weeping into his own hands.

Snape knelt in front of him, risked reaching a hand out to clamp his shoulder. Remus flinched then leant into the touch, relishing a gentle touch after the past few minutes of horror. Remus finally looked up, looked Severus straight in the eye, his own irises gradually deepening to their light brown, the superceding yellow dimming to simply be highlights. Snape could sense him coming to an inner decision.

"I’m sorry I hit you." He finally spoke. "Are you alright?"

Am I alright? He’s just been raped and he’s asking if I’m alright?

Snape was even more surprised to find himself answering.

"I’m alright. Thank you. You saved me."

But I couldn’t save you. You should have let him use me. My punishment. It’s my fault it happened in the first place.

"Severus. Please don’t tell anyone about this. Please don’t tell any one about what you saw." The boy smiled, leant closer to him, touching his knee. "Can’t it just be our little secret?"

Severus knew the answer before he had even asked. No one could ever know. Not of his own shame. Because then they would know his part in it. No. Better to keep it secret.

Remus removed his hand, evidently seeing the answer he wanted in Severus’ eyes.

They left Crispen in the room, not before delivering a few blows each to his face and body. Neither spoke as they made their way back to the Hogwarts busy halls. Things were as normal. Children ran about, playing tricks on each other, discussed Quidditch and girls or boys or both, threw spells at each other, rushed to and fro. Snape had expected there to be a deep gloom over the entire school, in respect to his own dark feelings. Indeed, the cheeriness manifest about him only increased the feeling of absolute separateness from the others, deep in his own unique gulag of pain and suffering.

"Moony! I’ve been looking for you everywhere!"

The God rushed down the hall towards Lupin. Remus shot Snape a look then stepped up to his lover.

"Did you not think to look at the Marauder’s Map?"

"Everything alright, love?"

Snape watched them walk off together then made his own way back to the Slytherin Dormitories.

He reneged on his deal with Lupin and told Dumbledore two days later.

Two days after that, Crispen, who had acted as though nothing had come to pass between them, cornered Snape in the Slytherin dormitories late at night after everyone had gone to sleep.

And informed him that he would not bother Lupin any more if he continued what he had started in the room after Remus tore through his binds and attacked him. Snape made it a binding blood contract using magic of an intensity that meant that if one reneged, there would be painful consequences.

As far as Snape saw it, it was only a few minutes of suffering for him to assure Crispen stayed away from Remus indefinitely.

Lucius stooped from his usual self-absorption, at the breakfast table a few days later, to ask why Severus was looking so sickly and acting so jumpy. The dark haired boy had shrugged it off, forcibly swallowing the food that tasted, smelt and felt like Crispen’s member. The porky boy ignored him in those days, which he was grateful for. He looked to Lupin across the two tables in the hall, who was likewise looking down to his food with dark circle lined eyes.

What Crispen made me do… I deserved it. And more. I deserved to be debased as I allowed happen to him.
 
 
 
 

Present Day…

Lupin skimmed the paper and handed it to his lover. His eyes held no expression at the unwelcome news. Snape felt a jolt of anger for this. After all, didn’t he realize the trouble he was now in? The Death Eaters would surely kill him, his position as spy called. Remus looked him in the eye and smiled sympathetically. To Severus, that was all he could do. That was all he could ever do. A lot bloody good Remus’ smiles would be when he was being torn limb from limb. He looked to the headline once more:

‘WEREWOLF AND DARK WIZARD INVOLVED IN PLOT TO BRING DOWN VOLDEMORT’.

And felt the usual kick to the stomach.

"Does anyone know where Miss Skeeter is now?" Dumbledore looked as though he hadn’t slept in a hundred years, the lines about his face now deep grooves etched into the skin.

"The Daily Prophet confirms she hasn’t been to work for the past three days since the issue came out." Nostro, in the corner next to Sirius, crossed one spidery leg over the other and placed a giant hand on top of the desk before him.

Dumbledore scanned the paper before him before taking off his moon glasses to wipe his eyes.

"It does confirm our plans to bring down the Death Eaters from the inside by their involvement with Crispen and Marcus’ attacks. Severus, you have already affirmed that the Death Eater’s have been kidnapping young men to rape and torture."

The Dark Wizard nodded.

"Alas, this information obviously cannot be used now. For lack of other evidence other than your word, we do not have enough to convict. Or even arrest."

"I’m working on that, sir." Remus spoke up with his usual clarity.

"I feel you should lay low until the trial is over, Remus. I cannot risk any trouble happening to you."

Remus nodded but did not look happy.

"Sirius. I wish for you to double check the protection on the courthouse. We must not allow any of the other Death Eaters through."

"Aren’t we forgetting something, sir? Lucius Malay?"

The old wizard smiled for the first time in proceedings. "That is another matter."

In that moment, as though on cue, the silver-blonde haired man apparated into the room. He made no hurried apologies for being late, but, rather took the seat between McGonagall and Flitwick on the three seater couch, who scooted out of the way.

"Members of the order, meet the new spy for our cause."

Various states of surprise moved over the faces in the room. All, that is, but for Sirius, whose eye lids curled up in an expression of angered distrust and Dumbledore, who seemed amused by their various reactions. Lucius simply looked about himself with a slight superior smirk about his features.

Remus was the first to smile at Lucius. "Welcome to our side."

Lucius nodded, a flash of indignant pride shooting across his grey eyes.

"Severus. You are obviously exempt. Obviously, I cannot allow you to exit Hogwarts but to go to the courtroom. You will be safe in these walls."

Snape felt his heart sink. A virtual prisoner in his own school.

"This extends to all in this room, including you, Remus and you, Sirius. I will set up a ‘Teacher’s Dormitory’ that I assure you will be rather suitable." He added, catching identical looks of disgust on Nostro and Snape’s face.

"I do not need to tell all of you that we are all in a very critical juncture in our fight against the Dark Lord." Dumbledore looked at all gravely, one at a time.

Snape had already decided, upon discovering the paper, that he would murder Rita Skeeter next time he saw her. He amended it to torture, then murder.
 

* * *
 
 

Harry read over his lover’s shoulder, occasionally stopping to kiss him on the ear.

"Stop it, Harry." He reached a hand up to flick him away. Harry kissed him on the cheek, then settled his head on his shoulder to continue reading. It was a typical Rita Skeeter story, more fiction than fact but he could understand the panic. A few key points had seeped through the fancy, not the least of which was the plan to prosecute as many of the Death Eaters as the information racked up by Snape could gather, for rape. He was amused at the implication that Remus and Snape were star crossed lovers on a common cause and smiled in the thought of how Sirius would react to such an idea. After his initial throwing up, that was.

Yes, Harry agreed that this article was dangerous to Snape but he was confident that Dumbledore would protect him from the Death Eaters. He would not let him be hurt now it was obvious they would be after him.

"I should tell Daddy about this." Draco went to move up but gasped as Harry grabbed him by the waist and threw him down, clambering on top of him. "Really, Potter. I am not in the mood, now."

Harry leant down and kissed him on the ear. "I can’t help myself, Draco. I think I’ve grown an absurd attraction to your ears."

He sucked on the lobe, playfully grazing his teeth across it. Draco’s sigh was one of frustration over lust. "Harry!"

Harry sat up, annoyed that his lover wasn’t in as playful mood as him that morning. Draco stepped out of bed, giving Harry full view of his naked alabaster skin. He could not resist staring blatantly at his butt as he bent over to collect robes from the very bottom drawer of his cabinet.

Harry didn’t even know why he did it. It was simply an urge that overcame him he didn’t want to resist. He was feeling rather adventurous that morning after their lovemaking the night before. Draco jumped at the warm tongue sliding over one of the crisscrosses of scars spreading out from his opening. The boy turned around, eyes alight with fury.

"Why did you just do that?"

Harry felt his face go warm. "I don’t know."

Draco’s face softened somewhat and he suddenly jumped onto the bed, pulling Harry’s legs up and prodding his entrance with his long fingers.

"So, you’re in a veritable sexy mood, this morning are you, Potter?"

Harry sighed as one of the fingers slid inside him. He reached up to kiss his lover but was pushed back, another finger entering, scissoring with the first. Harry reached his legs around his lover’s waist and began to thrust up and down to the probing fingers. Draco removed them, drew Harry up to a sitting position on top of him and claimed him in one sharp thrust. Harry cried out a little in pain. This was soon superceded by intense pleasure as his lover thrust up to hit his prostate. This time there was no tenderness, only a quick grinding of their bodies together in a frenzied aim at climax. Within minutes, both cried out their heights of passion. Draco withdrew from his still trembling lover, a smug smile about his face. Harry lazily whacked him on the rump as he slid out of bed to grab his robes and clothes.

"Why do you have to be so perfect?" Harry smiled lazily, watching his lover dress.

Draco turned to him and shook his head, scowling. "I am definitely not perfect. Not now, anyway. As you so clearly demonstrated with your errant tongue."

Harry felt the usual curl of anger in his chest. "Yes, perfect." He grabbed Draco around the waist and pulled the robes up, pulling down his pants to his thighs. Draco froze but allowed it. Harry’s hand traced over the criss crossing of scarring. He felt Draco shudder and kissed the small of his back in reassurance. "I’m going to kill Marcus for hurting you so."

He had vowed it a hundred times over, both secretly to himself and to Draco. Every time was a reaffirmation. Draco’s scarring wasn’t a result of Marcus’ evil but a confirmation of revenge on Harry’s part. Every pink line marring the alabaster skin would be revenged, every bruise and cut on the photos of his injuries.

Harry kissed the clear skin of his buttock then tugged up the pants and pulled down the robes. When Draco turned, he saw deep pain written across his face.

"It could have been worse, I guess. He could have scarred my face. Oh, sorry, Harry."

Harry laughed at the look of absolute horror in his lover’s eyes.

"I always thought the scar was…You can’t even notice it. I mean, you are so stunningly beautiful despite-"

"Stunningly beautiful?" Harry raised a brow. "Please continue. I’m liking it."

"All I’m saying is my own scarring is a lot worse. I mean you can’t even notice yours. It’s not really that big. But mine’s obvious as soon as I get undressed."

"Draco, I’d have to say that even with the scarring, you still have a magnificent ass." Harry favored him with a lopsided grin, which always caused a smile in return.

"You’d better dress. The others may come in at any second."

"Draco?" Harry shrugged on his shirt and was doing up his buttons. Draco turned from where he was putting on his cuff links before his dressing table mirror. "What is the deal with the doll you gave me? I know it was my mothers."

"Oh." To Harry’s immense surprise, Draco blushed. "When your Mother first came to Hogwarts, she had the doll with her. I mean, she carried it around wherever she went. The Slytherins and Gryffindors hated each other. What’s new? One day, your father and Sirius Black stole this ah… wizard trumpet off my father. So, for revenge, he stole the doll off Lily, who was pretty close to your father, even then. They never gave him back the saxophone, so he never gave them back the doll. I think, after a while, he just forgot about it. I found it one day in the attic went downstairs to ask Dad about it. I thought it was mum’s, actually."

By this time, Harry was doing up his boots.

"Do you mind taking those off my bed covers when you do them up?"

Harry complied, placed his feet on the floor to tie his laces. "And what happened to the trumpet?"

Draco shrugged, turned back to the mirror. The raven-haired boy felt a stab of misplaced guilt, followed by anger at his father, but then softened. He had been after all, eleven at the time. He found himself smiling, thinking of all the pranks he pulled through out his childhood.

"What is it?" Draco could see his reflection in the mirror behind him.

"I was just thinking of all the crazy things we did to each other when we were younger."

Draco smiled, turned his attention back to the mirror.

"Draco. Why is your father here at Hogwarts?"

He hesitated a moment before answering, turning to kneel directly in front of Harry, whispering despite the closeness and fact they were the only ones in the room. "He’s changed sides. He’s now a spy against Voldemort."

Harry’s green eyes widened in surprise. "Lucius is a spy? Why did he change sides?"

Draco shook his head. "I don’t know. Odd though, isn’t it?"
 
 
 
 
 
 

"I want you to tell me anything. Ok? Any thing at all. Doesn’t matter how small. I don’t want you to feel you’re alone."

Harry stopped, just inside the portal, not wanting to interrupt. Ron and Percy were seated before a game of wizard’s chess. From the looks of it, only two pieces had been moved. Harry sensed they had been talking for a long time. He was hesitant to step forward, such was the intense intimacy that permeated the entire room. Ron nodded at his brother, then turned his brown eyes to Harry.

"Harry!"

The raven-haired boy, who was about to turn to walk out, jumped. Ron smiled. "Come on over here."

Percy turned his own head towards him. "Hello, Harry."

"I’m sorry." Harry said when he got closer. "I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.’

"We were finished, weren’t we?" Percy asked his brother. Ron nodded. Harry had not seen a smile that sunny on his face for a long time. He could not help but smile in return. When Ron was happy, it was as though the world made sense. Percy stood up and gripped his brother on the shoulder.

"Remember what I told you."

He smiled at Harry then disappeared out of the portal. Ron’s smile faded as he regarded his friend.

"I’m glad things are beginning to work out with you and Percy." Harry admitted.

"We still have a long way to go. But we’re trying. That’s the main thing." Ron admitted. He paused. "Why did you do it? Why did you sleep with my brothers?"

Harry frowned. It was difficult to put into words. It just seemed to happen, one night. Ron was on holiday in Romania, visiting his brother. Hermione was in the library and Harry was bored. They had caught him sneaking along a corridor on one of his wanderings and had invited him to their own secret room for butter beer and merry making. He was certain they had not planned to seduce him. As the night wore on, however, the three got more and more frisky. Next thing Harry was aware of, he was being given a rather good blow job by Fred, while his brother was sucking off his tongue. After pleasuring Harry, he got his own private viewing of exactly how close the twins really were. A part of his mind revolted against the incest but the twins made it look so natural. It seemed simply who they were. The night had culminated in a threesome that had Harry reeling for weeks. The performance was never repeated and Harry was surprised that his relationship with the twins seemed to carry on as though nothing had happened.

"It just sort of happened."

"I feel like I don’t know you at all, Harry. Not at all. I mean, how many people have you slept with."

"You know how many." He counted them in his head. "Four."

"Four?"

"The twins, Seamus and Draco."

"And you never told me about any of them. You never even gave me a clue."

"I’m sorry, Ron." Harry felt frustrated at Ron’s anger. He had not told him because he did not want to hurt him with something that he, himself wasn’t too phased about.

"So you are sleeping with Malfoy? How? I know for a fact that Percy finds it difficult to do anything beyond kissing Penelope."

Harry raised a brow. "He told you this?"

"I can read between the lines, you know."

Harry sighed. "It’s harder than you think. He drives me insane at times." Ron looked to him questioningly so he continued. "He’ll just freeze up. Become like a corpse. And other times-"

He read no anger in his friend’s eyes any more, only deep, deep hurt.

"I’m sorry, Ron. I know you’ve been through a lot, lately. I know you’ll think I’m crazy but I really do love him. Annoying bastard he is."

"You’re right, Harry. You’re crazy." Ron offered a tired grin.

Harry looked to the chessboard, seeing straight through it. He could have been looking at a blank wall, such was his interest.

"Ron, I’ve been hearing his voice in my head, and Marcus’." Ron’s eyes widened. "Dumbledore says it’s a subconscious way of me sharing the pain with Draco."

"What do you mean?"

"At times, I’ll hear the attack. Draco’s screaming. Marcus, he’s saying the most horrible things."

Ron looked to the chess board. Harry was sure he wasn’t contemplating a move. Harry considered Ron to be more likely thinking of his own brother.

"Why you, Harry? Why are you hearing it?"

"Dumbledore says it’s a mark of our love. This strange bond."

Ron looked him in the eye. "You really love him that much?"

"I do. And let me tell you, Ron. It’s not all the sweetness and wonder people make it out to be. I love the bastard so much that I would be perfectly willing to kill him, at times."

Ron looked puzzled before he grinned. "I can understand wanting to kill Draco."

Harry was awkward to continue. "Listen, Ron. Just ‘cause I… I mean, you’re my best friend and I really respect your opinion. What I mean is, I sort of want you and him to get along. Because I don’t want to have to choose."

Ron bit his lip in a momentary guesture of annoyance. "Well, if he’s an asshole to me, then I’ll return it. Sorry, Harry. But if he makes one more joke about my family-"

"I’ll talk to him. I promise."

Ron nodded, apparently satisfied. "Ok, I’ll try. For your sake, Harry."

Both were silent a while. Ron finally looked up to Harry with an odd awkwardness.

"Harry, about the Arimenthu I bought you…"

"I’m going to smash it. I’m sorry, Ron."

"No, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. And you can’t smash it… because the twins already did."

"What?"

"They sort of rummaged through your belongings. Ok, I rummaged through your belongings and they threw it against the wall." He looked to the board as he talked, then risked glancing up guiltily to his friend.

‘I thought I’d left it at the Dursleys."

"It was in the pocket of your jacket."

"Oh."

Ron was still looking at him with guilty eyes. Harry smiled and ruffled his hair affectionately.

"Careful there, Harry. People might start talking about us." Ron grinned.

Harry considered this. "True, true. I wouldn’t want to discover what jealous Draco is like."

Ron laughed. "That is a scary thought."
 
 
 
 

Penelope had tied her curls back with a gold clip. She wore a simple gold dress that complimented her hair and eyes well. She sat on the chair before Dumbledore’s cluttered desk with her hands clasped on her knees, in a guesture similar to Percy. Harry took the seat next to her. She nodded then turned back to the wizard behind the desk.

"You have both been nominated by Percy and Draco respectively to be beside them during Marcus’ testimony. To provide comfort if needed."

Harry glanced to Penelope. Percy had not talked of her but rumour had it that they were as strong as before.

"I must warn you that this will be very difficult for everyone involved. Marcus will have free reign to say whatever he wants."

"Why is that?"

Dumbledore smiled genially at the girl. "It is the conduct of Wizard’s Court. Marcus has listened to others talk of him. Now, it is only fair that he have his own say."

He glanced to his steeped fingers on the varnished desk top, eyes deep in concentration. "I must tell you now, that Marcus will be very hurtful to Percy and Draco in particular. He will want to repay the humiliation he feels they have given him by taking him to court in the first place." He looked both of them in the eye. "He will blame them for the attacks. He will call them sluts and whores, tell them they deserved what happened."

Harry whinced at hearing the kindly wizard use such cruel words.

"I am sorry, Harry." His usual humour filled blue eyes now gleamed with intent. Harry could not draw his own away. "But you must be prepared with what is to come."

Harry nodded and gulped down his rising fear and dread.
 
 
 
 

Lucius looked deeply annoyed to be given a seat on the first tier. He glared at Harry as he passed him on the stairs to Harry’s usual seat. Penelope and Percy already sat together, hands clasped. Lupin stood at his prosecutor’s desk and was looking through his notes from his tattered old suitcase. Noting Harry step off the bottom step onto the platform, he walked up and shook his hand.

"Hi, Harry." The boy noted the dark circles about his eyes. Draco sat a little to the side of Percy, kneading and unkneading his hands. Harry walked up and sat next to him, squeezing his hand affectionately. He looked to the stage. Every thing looked so much bigger from on the ground, so much more immediate. He could see the pores on Marcus’ nose. It chilled him to be so close to the man. He tried to comprehend how Percy could have bared to stand right beside him, in his turn as lawyer.

"I don’t know if I can do this, Harry."

Harry turned to his lover and brushed a few blonde strands behind his ears. "You can, Draco. You’ve come this far. You’ve only got to get through this. Then it’s over. You’re amazing, you know that? Incredible."

Draco nodded, not seeming to believe him. He kissed his cheek. Feeling eyes on him, he noted Marcus watching them and smirking. He moved to draw away, only to feel Draco’s arm on his back, drawing him near. He returned the kiss and glared at his attacker. Marcus glanced away.

The blonde stiffened as Remus walked to the front.

"It’s alright." Harry whispered, clasping Draco’s hand in his own. The anguished screaming in his head had already began. He forcibly ignored Draco’s pleading in his head and concentrated on the situation before him, now.

"That is all for the prosecution’s case. In compliance with wizard’s law, the defendant will now have the chance to speak for himself. He will be allowed to discount or retract any of the statements offered by any aspect of the prosecution. A spell has been cast over the room to discount any attempt at retribution." He took a deep breath, closed his eyes then turned to Marcus.

"You may begin."

"Please. Please stop. Please."

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and rested his head against the other’s chest, feeling him trembling beneath him.

"I always like to watch you leave, Lupin." Marcus smirked. Remus stiffened but continued back to his table, where he sat beside Harry.

"Where to start? I’m told I must start from my early childhood. That’s what my own lawyer told me in Azkaban." He smiled, momentarily, at a grey haired man in the audience, who visibly straightened his back. "I do feel this has been rather unfair from the beginning. Even my own lawyer has refused to sit with me today. Not good, Carver, not good at all. And you’re meant to be the best there is. You could at least get these binds removed."

He struggled a little, then shook his head, as though orienting himself.

"Ok, the beginning. Well, Mum died when I was very young. I must have been about five. Before then, she and Dad introduced me to sex. Or rather, they made me watch when they had sex." Harry felt himself stiffen. He looked across to Lupin with wide eyes. Lupin’s own eyes revealed his own sorrow. "By the time I got to Hogwarts, Dad and I were having sex quite regularly. That was when Dad started to bring home young men. He’d make me watch him take them. After a while, he allowed me to join in. It was special, fun. Kind of a strengthening of our bond."

Harry shook his head, though he was strangely not surprised.

Marcus was sexually abused by his father. It makes sense. It makes total sense.

"And Dad would tell me about his own experiences with pretty boys." A peculiar glint entered his dark eyes. "See, I did find it a bit strange, Remus Lupin, being so intent to take this case. But then Daddy told me about what happened and it made sense. This is a sham. It shouldn’t have happened in the first place, this trial. If you can call it that. You see, Daddy told me about the slut you were in school, Lupin."

The man did not respond. He simply gripped the edges of his seat, stared directly at the boy.

No, Harry thought. Don’t say it. Please don’t say it.

"It’s not surprising, really. So what, Daddy fucked you." Harry closed his eyes. He felt Draco stiffen beneath him, gasp quietly. "Why should I suffer because of something that Daddy did? It had nothing to do with you, Lupin! You were just in the middle of an extended argument between Dad and Severus Snape."

Harry looked to the teacher. He was continuing to stare at Marcus, face stoically expressionless. His eyes were flashing bright yellow, however.

"Poor little Snape thought he was in love with you. Did you know? He still is. See, Dad told me I can achieve anything, as long as I find out what people care about the most. People will do anything to protect the ones they love. Dad told Snape he’d take you again. That’s how he got a free blow job from him in the Slytherin dormitory."

Lupin suddenly gasped, his eyes widening. Harry looked to Snape on the first tier. He had gone deadly white. He turned back to the werewolf. Lupin's head bent to his hands, eyes blinking rapidly. Percy looked to Harry, eyes echoing his concern and shock.

"He says you were good." Marcus taunted the Dark Wizard. "Just like Lupin was nice and tight, you did wonders with your tongue and lips."

Harry looked up to the Dark Wizard. He had turned his back to the taunting boy. Harry had never thought he could experience the sympathy he felt towards Snape in that moment.

Snape in love with Lupin? This is getting too crazy.

He pulled Draco closer to him, gripping him tightly, as though he was the life raft in his current drowning abyss.

"The boy… who committed suicide. That shouldn’t have happened. I wouldn’t wish that on any body. But it’s unfair to blame it on me! The boy obviously had a lot of problems! In fact, I am furious that you are trying to insinuate that I am somehow to blame for that poor boy’s death. It’s terrible. Simply terrible."

He stopped, took a deep breathe.

"Percy. Pretty little Percy Weasley. I find it amusing, I must say." He smiled, almost genially at the man, who stared back much in the fashion of Remus Lupin. Penelope stroked his arm with one hand, the other hugging around his shoulders, drawing him to her.

"Little Malfoy accuses me of rape and you jump on the band wagon. Really, you’ll do anything for attention, won’t you?" He paused, as though waiting for Percy to answer. "Stuck up little tart. Used to walk around the school as if you owned it. So what. You were head boy. No one liked you. Do you know? Not even your own brothers. They all thought what I thought. Narcissistic little prick."

Harry felt his stomach curdle with anger as he realized that this would probably push Ron back down into the depths of guilt.

"People with heads shoved so far up their own asses need to be taught a lesson. It’s as simple as that. I wiped the superior smile off your face, didn’t I, Perce? Had you crying, reduced to a shivering wreck. I liked that. Liked to see the head boy brought down so low. I’d been wanting to take you since my fifth year. You were worth the wait. So pretty. So tight. Deliciously tight. Well, not after I was finished."

Percy continued to stare at the boy, not willing to let him see him break down. Harry was amazed by his courage.

"And you can’t deny that you didn’t want it. It wasn’t rape. No. I’m amazed you can call it that. Not when you got hard."

That was it for Percy. He looked down, placed his head in his hands. Marcus smiled, knowing he had won.

"Didn’t tell the others about that, did you? Didn’t tell them that while I fucked you, with a knife to your throat, no less, you were getting quite a hardon. Fucking kinky slut."

Penelope suddenly slumped forward, unconscious. Harry looked to her in alarm.

"What was she gonna do? Tell me off for telling the truth? Can’t handle it, obviously. I’ve gotta say. You’ve been looking good, Weasley. Is this for me? I’m flattered. I really am." Percy looked up from his hands to look Marcus directly in the eye. "I like to see you this way, Percy. I like to see you broken. And to know that I did it. So pretty. Such a pretty little whore."

He finally turned his eyes to Draco. The boy visibly straightened, directly facing his adversary.

"Draco. Where to start? Again, the ultimate tease."

"Why? Why are you doing this?"

"Walked around the school like you were fucking Master of All Creation. Had half the population with you as their wank off fantasies. And you knew it.

Draco started to sob and scream in Harry’s mind, overcoming Marcus’ harsh breathing. Harry hugged him so tightly, he felt his muscles would explode.

"Look at you now. Fucking slut. Goes straight from me to Harry Potter."

Draco forcibly pushed Harry from him. The Gryffindor nearly collided with Remus Lupin.

"Ooh, temper. A few things I’m sure you forgot to mention to Dumbledore. Like how you kissed half the bloody population and never went any further, or watched several Slytherin couples getting it on. Voyeuristic bitch. But no. No one was ever good enough to get into Draco Malfoy’s pants. But then, when I did… you didn’t tell them, did you?"

Harsh breathing in Harry’s ear.

"No. Please don’t." More harsh breathing, gasping, crying. Draco crying out in pain and shame and intense pleasure.

"You didn’t tell them that you came, three times in our little adventure. Once when I sucked you off, twice when I was fucking you. What kind of a fucking rape is that? You enjoyed yourself. That is not rape."

Harry had to use all of his energy to cease from attacking Marcus. He finally realized what happened when one tried while under the spell. He felt Penelope exampled that. At least the concentration ceased the voices in his head. A hand suddenly grabbed him around the collar. Draco buried his ear against his chest, wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist, his face still pointed towards Marcus.

"Ok, I admit, I was rough. But I was fucking pissed off. Such a fucking tease. You’d get us boys all hot and ready and then turn around and taunt us. You can’t act like you were acting, Draco and not expect to get fucked by some one. If it wasn’t me, it would have been someone else. Oh but you were good. I’m getting hard just thinking about it."

Harry noticed the bulge in Marcus’ pants and ignored the sickness in his stomach to put his head down to kiss his lover in his hair. " I wish my hands were free so I could jerk myself off. That’s what I did in Azkaban, you know. I thought about you and I jerked myself off. I must have done it a dozen times a day. How you felt, squirming beneath me. That I had you, in every way. I know little Harry Potter hasn’t done half the things with you that we did together. Such a little slut. Agreed to every degradation."

Harry decided to not care about Dumbledore’s little ‘spell’. His intense rage would overcome. He would rush the stage and deliver the Crucasius Curse to this monster. His mind was replent with Draco’s continual screams, Marcus’ own animalistic sounds. As though reading his mind, Draco whispered into his chest, his eyes still on Marcus.

"Don’t. Don’t Harry. He’s not worth it. Don’t."

"How soft your skin was. Your hair. Smelt so good. What was it? Wilderberries. Spicy aftershave. I can smell you, even now."

Harry felt physically ill. Marcus’ tone was as though he was in love. He seemed to be crooning to Draco.

"I could have you any time I want to. You can’t escape me, Draco. You think this is going to get rid of me? I’ll have you again, my beautiful little whore. Maybe I’ll have a go of your pretty little boyfriend, also. Make you watch. How does that sound?"

Harry felt as though Marcus had leapt over to him and began to tear his clothes off, such was his shame in hearing his words. He felt his cheeks redden, his body tremble. His lover’s hold on him tightened.

Draco was making choking sounds in his mind, in time to Marcus’ grunting.

"He doesn’t love you, you know. He can never love you. Not like I do. He just pities you. Look at him now. He’s thrilled to be there with you. In front of every one. Such the hero. Everyone loves him for fixing up poor old Draco Malfoy. You’re a total fool, Malfoy. You’ll see. Once this trial is over, he’ll get rid of you for no longer being news worthy. No, you’re mine. You’ll always be mine. Always. Do you know the best bit, for me? Early on. I must have taken you about four times. But you still hadn’t lost your fighting spirit."

"You’re a moron. You’ll always be a moron. A stupid fat git. That’s why you have to resort to this. Because no one would want you willingly."

A cry of rage that could only be Marcus’ was followed, in Harry’s mind, by shorter, sharper cries. The rape, through which Draco was silent, lasted half a minute at most.

"You can do this all you want. You can even kill me. But you can’t get to me."

The next line was said so lowly that Harry could barely hear it. "You were saving yourself for HIM, weren’t you? So pathetic, Malfoy. You know, if he does want you now, it will only be to assuage his hero complex. You’re tarnished now, soiled. Not worthy of the pristine Harry Potter."

Harry was pushed back so harshly this time he did collapse into Remus Lupin. The ex-teacher tumbled a little to the side then righted himself, pulling the boy up with him to a standing position. Marcus continued to speak.

"Don’t like that, do you? Don’t like being told the truth. To see the look of absolute knowledge on your face, of absolute defeat. To see Draco Malfoy beaten and destroyed. All because of me."

Harry’s rush forward was lulled by Lupin’s hand on his sleeve, pulling him back. He noted Draco reaching for his wand, fury crossing his features of an intensity that Harry had seldom seen. An instant later, he collapsed, slumping down in his chair, his head to his chest. Harry rushed over to him, patting him on the arm. Marcus, upon seeing his victim currently untauntable, smirked then looked back to Lupin.

"For a shabby little mudblood lawyer, you certainly look worth a go, Lupin." He sighed. "I guess that will do."

Lupin held out his wand on the man and he instantly fell asleep. When he stepped to the front, Harry noted that his legs were shaking.

"That will be all. You are dismissed."

The words lacked his usual conviction. Harry stroked along his lover’s cheek. Golden lashes opened to indeterminate grey eyes.

"Draco?"

Draco placed his hands on Harry’s chest and pushed him back. Harry scuttled back three paces and fell onto his tail bone on the ground. When he looked back to Draco in shock, he noted the same ambivalent expression.

Please, Draco. Don’t do this.

He looked about the courthouse. Everyone was clearing a route for Lupin to pass through. Harry could hear muffled whispers. A few looked back to him and Draco. Moments later, the crowd dispersed for Percy and Penelope. Harry looked about for Snape abut he was nowhere to be seen.

"That was a very brave thing you just did."

Dumbledore smiled genially at Draco. "I know it was difficult-"

"Difficult? Difficult!" Lucius jumped the last tier to land directly before the head master. ‘That was disgusting! How dare you allow such sickness to grace my son’s ears."

Dumbledore turned to the exasperated man, weariness showing only in his blue eyes. "It is the way it is done, Lucius. The defendant must have his say. I cannot change it."

Lucius touched his son’s shoulder, who promptly flinched away from him.

"Now what have you done to him?"

The old wizard ignored him and turned to Draco once more, his other hand reaching for Harry’s wrist and gently pulling the shocked boy to a standing position.

"What can I do?"

Draco looked from his father to Dumbledore to Harry, as though weighing a problem up in his mind. The solution was reached when he stepped over to his lover and pulled him into such a harsh embrace that Harry could feel his muscles trembling from the effort. His ribs pulled in alarmingly and he suddenly realized he couldn’t breathe. His gasps for air were cut off by Dumbledore’s friendly pat to his shoulder, loosening Draco’s grip on him.

"Ah. I see I am of no use here. Neither are you, Lucius."

The man went veritably purple. "How dare you say how I will act around my own son! Draco, let’s go."

The boy stepped back from Harry, indecisive.

"Lucius. If you would follow me. I have some urgent matters to talk to you about."

"No-"

"NOW, LUCIUS!"

In all of his eight years of knowing Dumbledore, he had never heard him shout at another man. The effect was mesmerizing. It was as though the air had raced out of the room out of sheer fear, itself. The man grumbled, snatched a look at Harry and Draco, then conceded, following the headmaster out of the courthouse. Draco turned back to Marcus, who still lay unconscious on the chair. Harry was unsure of what to say.

"Don’t you think it’s dangerous they just leave him there?"

The blonde ignored him, stepped closer to the chair. Harry looked to the door, apprehensive as to what he was doing.

"Draco, what?"

The boy reached his hand out to touch the sleeping boy’s shoulder. He instantly drew back, shaking his hand harshly as though it had been scolded.

"Just as I thought. Charms, protecting him from touch. Even if someone wanted to say put a spell or curse on him, they wouldn’t be able to."

He stared at his tormentor a moment.

"Too bad. I’d give anything to set work to a certain body part." Harry could only see the back of his head as he talked, as he continued to face Marcus. "Perhaps I’ll use a muggle knife. Those barbaric people are good at creating items which cause the utmost pain."

Harry was unsure of what to do. He longed to walk up to Draco and pull him away from the man, but did not know if it was right. Perhaps he needed this confrontation, of sorts. The boy solved the dilemma for him, by walking back to him and plastering a big kiss on his lips, ruffling his hair.

"We’d better get out, Harry. Soon the guards will be here to pick him up. In fact, they’re late."

He moved to walk forward but was stopped by Harry pulling him back to a tight hug.

"You’re amazing, you know that? Bloody wonderful." Harry whispered into his ear.

"Not good enough. I was under the absurd notion that my anger would over come Dumbledore’s protection spell."

"What were you going to do, anyway?"

Draco released and took his hand as they ventured out side the courtroom. Most of the others had left. Harry searched for Lupin, Sirius or Snape but could not see them. Percy, he noted, was talking rather seriously to his father. Harry had not seen him in the courtroom. Ron rushed up to them both. Harry noted his angered flush, his eyes sparkling with surpressed tears. The redhead looked to Draco and started to pace.

"I just wanted to say that Marcus is an evil bastard. What he did to you is totally… beyond anything that even…anything can think of. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for ah…" He suddenly found his shoes very interesting. "Being a little bit of a prick in recent months. No one deserves what he did. No one. I just wanted to say that."

Draco nodded. "I’m sorry for Percy."

Both caught eyes a moment, grey on brown, an absurd understanding between them, before Ron smiled without humour.

"So am I."

Harry looked to the Weasleys. Arthur had an unwieldy hand on his wife’s back. Ron turned to his friend and awkwardly shrugged, before gesturing for him to move away from Draco. The blonde scowled but dropped Harry’s hand.

"How is everything, Ron?" The raven-haired boy asked, when they were far enough away from the blonde to not be in ear range.

"They’re working on it." Ron’s face took on his usual frown. "You see, Bill came over and saw what was happening. And they told him that they were thinking of separating. Well, they got into an argument. Mum screamed so loud, one of the saucepans has run away in fright and hasn’t come back. Though we think now it has to do with the fact that Fred was frying Gernie’s Crackups on it and scolded it completely. It was pretty funny, actually, Harry. Bill told them that Percy would want them to stay together. You know, that it was selfish of them. Well, Mum really got angry then. The ceiling is still dented. But they eventually saw to his side, I think."

Harry looked over to the couple. Arthur was still talking to his son, who held the hand of Penelope, next to him. The man’s hand continued to sit on his wife’s back. Mrs. Weasley had engaged in conversation with Hermione.

"They look ok."

Ron whistled out air through his teeth. "Not really. But they’re trying. That’s something."

"Have you finished?" Draco’s anger flushed face suddenly cut between Harry’s and Ron’s. "While you two are having a little gossip session, I've been standing by myself, looking like a complete prat."

Harry caught Ron’s mouth open and shook his head. Ron frowned and raised a brow.

"I’m cold." Harry said, burying his head in his boyfriend’s chest. His redhead friend cleared his throat and stepped back to his family. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and laughed.

"You’re smudging your glasses."

Harry plucked them off and started to rub them on his robes. The blonde frowned and tutted.

"Harry!"

The raven-haired boy looked up and shrugged. "See." He said, perching them back on his nose. "No magic needed."

In that instant, Dumbledore and McGonagall apparated back to the grounds. "Harry, Draco. If you would follow me. I would prefer it if you apparated with me. This area and inside the courthouse is protected but I cannot vouch for your safety if you apparate yourselves."

Harry felt as if his stomach had been stabbed with tiny knives. "What do you mean?"

"The verdict is tomorrow, Harry. As you know. This is simply a security measure."

Harry glanced to Hermione and Ron.

"The others will be directed to a safe route by Professor McGonagall. Do not be concerned."
 
 

Harry was shocked, after the wizard took his hand, to find himself standing in Dumbledore’s office. He laughed at the boys’ bewildered expressions then waved them over to a multicushioned, fluffy couch in one corner. Harry slumped down and suddenly found himself disappearing into the soft fabric. He screamed, grabbed at Draco’s hand, who was nestled quite comfortably beside him, as he was swallowed by the couch, his legs and stomach buried under metres of unyielding material. Dumbledore gave the couch a stern look and it grumbled. Harry found himself gradually returning to a relatively upright position.

Dumbledore then surprised him by kneeling in front of Draco and taking his hand.

"Do you remember what I told you before Marcus’ testimony, Draco?"

The blonde nodded and glanced quickly at Harry. The old wizard then released his hand and moved a chair over to sit before the two boys.

"It was just as I thought. I apologize for him hurting you so. The worst is over now. You got through it. As for Marcus’ comments, it is merely a sign of his own fragile state. You have managed to make him feel so miniscule, so humiliated through this trial, that he fought back the only way he knew how."

He leant forward, blue eyes incredibly large behind his moon eye glasses. "Every comment was a testament to his own suffering and shame at being in wizard court. And you bought him there. Your bravery is limitless."

Harry took his lover’s hand as Dumbledore stood.

"I will allow some time alone to deal with today. No doubt, his sickened comments would have created a feeling of deep uncleanness within you both. You will be allowed to use my own private bathroom."

He caught the look that passed between the two.

"You will find towels and a spare change of clothes by the spa. Please don’t use up all the hot water." He said, with a glint of mirth in his eyes.
 
 
 
 

The tub was as big as an Olympic sized swimming pool. Harry had been privy to the Prefect’s bathroom in his fourth year and did not think the grandeur could be surpassed. He realized, now, that he was deeply mistaken. That was nothing compared to this amazement. The water ducked and wove a myriad of colours, red splashing into green, rising as blue, diving to yellow, azure and purple. Harry noted colours he had never even seen before, the surface glittering with golden highlights. He noted no taps, only this great swirl of colour, bobbing to form light, then dark.

Draco moved forward and placed his hand in the water. "It’s perfect, Harry. Perfect temperature."

"Don’t use all the hot water." Harry muttered.

"No bubbles, though." Draco frowned. A trail of suds suddenly shot up from the bottom, spouting up to a small fountain, spilling multicoloured bubbles over the surface of the liquid, before rapidly moving to cover every inch of the kidney shaped pool.

The boys caught eyes and shrugged. Harry watched as his lover then began gingerly removing his robes. He complied, shrugging the material off his shoulders.

"Harry."

The raven-haired boy looked up. Draco’s shirt was open at the front and he was working on his pants.

"I don’t want to do anything, you realize. I just want to relax in this tub."

Harry nodded. He had expected as much. Indeed, his lover’s weary posture was indicative of Marcus’ comments affecting him strongly. A part of him wanted to convince Draco that they should make love. To convince Marcus that he had no control over either of them. He inwardly sighed and shrugged off his shirt.

If he doesn’t want to, he doesn’t want to. I’m not going to pressure him.

Draco removed the rest of his clothes and dived into the water. The Gryffindor watched him gracefully do a lap of the pool before surfacing.

"It’s great, Harry! Come on in."

Harry took off his pants and slipped into the water. His slightly chilled body was thankful for the warmth that spread over his flesh. Draco caught his look of pure bliss and laughed.

"You’re right. This is great!" Harry swan-dived and did a lap of the pool. He rose to Draco languidly sitting at the middle of the tub, eyes closed, lips slightly parted in pure joy. Harry swam over to him and sat beside him on the uprising centering the kidney shaped tub.

"I’m hungry, Harry. I wish I had a sandwich or something."

Two plain pieces of bread suddenly appeared in his hand. The two boys looked to each other and giggled.

"Scones with jam and cream."

The bread popped out of existence to be replaced by a plate of Draco’s chosen food. Harry watched him devour the items, smiling a little to himself. The blonde offered him a scone. Harry shook his head, instead reaching over to tuck a few strands of hair behind his ear. He didn’t want to bring this up. It would have been better to live in total ignorant bliss of what Marcus had said. But it had to be said. He was aware of that. It didn’t make it any easier, however.

Harry steeled himself and ventured forward. "Draco, about what Marcus said. It wasn’t true-"

Draco swallowed and reached over to cup Harry’s face in his thumb and forefinger.

"I know, Harry."

Harry removed his hand. "I don’t think you do. I would never do that to you." He closed his eyes, exhaled deeply. "The truth is…" He suddenly couldn’t look Draco in his eyes. Why was this always so bloody difficult? "The truth is that I have never felt so strongly before."

There. Said it. Harry couldn’t understand why he was blushing. His flush worsened as he continued.

"I mean, I say I love you and I really mean it. What I mean is that you are everything to me. Everyone seems to look up to me so much, the fantastic Quidditch champion Potter, the great defeater of Voldemort. But I am nothing. I’m just an average guy, I think. But you, you’re amazing. I’ve never met anyone so frustrating and annoying and loveable and wonderful and just… just…" He put his hands up in the air, testament to his frustration. This wasn’t going as planned. "You. You’re just you. And I want nothing more than to touch you, talk to you, laugh with you. If it were possible, I’d marry you-"

"It is possible." Harry looked up to Draco’s eyes. "Wizard same sex couples can marry if they wish." He shrugged.

"Well, maybe I would. I want to have children with you."

"Well, that’s possible, too. One of the same sex couple carries the child. It gets delivered by a top wizard doctor. Very dangerous, though."

Harry scrunched up his face. "Well, I think that’s going a bit too far. What I mean is I can’t stand being two feet away from you. I think I’ve gone crazy. Maybe that’s it."

The blonde laughed. "You know who you sound like, Harry? Ron. You’re blabbing like Ron does."

He pulled the raven-haired boy to him and started to kiss along his jaw. "You’re wonderful. The great Harry Potter. The feeling’s annoyingly mutual, Potter."

Harry leant forward to kiss him only to be pushed back. The boy gracefully slid out of the tub, slinkily crawling along the thick marble edge.

"Come to me, Harry. Pretty Harry Potter."

Harry slid out so quickly, he scraped his hip on the marble edge. Draco stilled, frozen in position on all fours.

Harry kneeled in front of him and reached a hand around his back to pull him to a sitting position.

"No, Harry. I want you to take me like this. On my hands and knees."

Harry shook his head. "I don’t understand."

The boy started to kiss along his neck and shoulders, hand reaching for his already substantial erection.

"Please, Harry. Take me. I want you to do it. Not him. I want to know that it can feel good. Please."

Harry’s need for release was almost excruciating. "No."

He suddenly screamed as his lover exerted pressure on the object he was formerly being so gentle with. "No! What do you mean, No?"

He released, slinkily crawled forward so his back was to his lover. "Fuck me, Harry."

He moaned as Harry placed a hand on his hips. The raven-haired boy then gently turned his lover over. Draco’s complaints turned to sighs when Harry started to devour his neck.

"I’ve got a better idea." He said, between kisses.

"Wait!" The blonde stepped over to his robes and rummaged through them a moment, finding his wand. He enacted the lubricous spell, then lay down beneath Harry once more.

"Actually, can I take that?"

Draco hesitantly handed him the wand. Harry repositioned himself on top of him, then pulled his legs up to wrap them around his waist, feeling his erection pressing against his stomach.

"Here goes nothing." He held the wand to the side and pointed it at them both.

"Ascendus!"

The Slytherin gasped as both began to rise into the air. Harry grinned and entered him with a slow thrust.

"Are we going to hit the ceiling?" Draco gripped his shoulders.

Harry laughed, started to slowly move inside him. He closed his eyes, knowing that to look at his lover at that point would finish it before it began. The blonde’s legs suddenly tightened around his waist and he opened his eyes to see his lover’s  own eyes closed, tears seeping down his face. Harry leant down and began to lick them off, curling his tongue over his cheek, before moving down to enter his mouth. The blonde’s eyes opened and Harry suddenly found his gums, teeth and own tongue being devoured by his tongue. Draco placed a hand at the small of his back and turned him, so Harry was now on the bottom, grinding himself into his erection, their mouths continuing to clash. He moaned as the raven-haired boy thrust up, hitting his prostate, cried out louder as Harry angled his thrusts to press it again, harder. He guided Harry to his erection, placing his hand on it. The Gryffindor started to stroke in time to his thrusts. He felt a head rush as he was forcibly turned around full three sixty degrees. Harry began to moan into his mouth. He was rolled once more, before the Slytherin released from their lip lock to stare into his face, his own face flushed, his sweat wrangled hair plastered over his forehead and cheeks. Harry could not contain himself any longer. He pulled Draco to him, wrapping his arms around him and yelling his height of passion. Sudden throbbing around his penis combined with stickiness on his stomach and Draco’s own cry, signaled his lover's release.

Harry collapsed his head onto his lover’s chest, feeling long fingers run through his hair.

"Harry? Do you think we could come down, now?"

Harry looked up into his face. "Why did you cry?"

The blonde hesitated. "Because the same old shame came back. Then I thought ‘I’m going to enjoy this even if it kills me.’ I’m just sick of feeling bad, Harry. I wanted it to work so bad this time. I think I finally succeeded. What I mean is, you're still inside me."

Harry flushed. "Sorry."

He slowly pulled out, only to receive a scowl from his lover.

"Actually, if  you'd given me the time to finish, I was about to say that I felt no shame or humiliation because of it. Rather, it felt right. Complete."

Harry kissed him on the lips. "I could rectify that, right now." He teased, then pushed his flacid penis at his lover's  opening, before he looked down. They had risen at least twelve feet into the air.

"Where did you learn that, Harry?"

"What were you going to do to Marcus?"

"I asked you first."

"No, I asked you earlier."

Draco smiled. "We really should get down."
 
 
 
 

The two boys were ushered into the room by the spindly hands of Professor Nostro gently prodding their backs. Draco looked back to the man, eyes flashing with indignation.

"Would you mind not touching me ever again?"

The man simply grunted and slammed the door. The room, with a set up very similar to the dormitories, contained four others and their possessions.

Remus and Percy looked up from their positions facing opposite each other on the edge of their conjoined beds. It took Sirius, beside Remus, a moment later to look up. Severus, seated at his desk to the far left wall, had his back to the door.

tbc…

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