Draco Malfoy, Broken

Chapter 77 – Strength

Published: January 1st, 2021

Happy New Year! I always make my New Year's resolutions! 

***TRIGGER WARNING*** smut

Blaise sat on the edge of his bed. Neville had graciously volunteered to take his patrol shifts and stay with Ron for the past few days. Theo wasn't sleeping, only getting a few minutes at a time, before he woke back up. Blaise wanted to be readily available for Theo during the night, though it didn't really do any good whether he was there or not. Neither of them slept well. Theo was sitting on his bed not ten feet away, staring at the floor, and Daphne was pacing, occasionally trying to talk to him. This had been their routine over the last week.

Draco and Harry were in their Home Ec class making freaking soufflés, but Blaise was glad for it. He had told Draco to stay out of it. Theo and Draco both understood that Draco wouldn't try to fix him with Occlumency, again. It would defeat what they were trying to accomplish. Theo wasn't supposed to lock up everything in his head, and connecting with Draco would just build the wall back up. Draco promised, but Blaise didn't want to leave him alone with Theo, anyway. Theo might just crack and force himself into Draco's mind, like he had done to Blaise the night they took out SAD.

It wasn't a conscious decision on Theo's part. It was desperation, and Blaise didn't want Draco to be put in that spot. Blaise just had Draco focusing on his problems, which wasn't hard to do. He knew that Draco was upset about something that happened, but he had bigger problems right then. Plus, Draco wasn't in immediate danger, and he had his priorities. Theo, Daphne, and then Draco. He would never let go of that promise, no matter if Draco had released him from it. He would be there for Theo through this. He would help Daphne be calm and, if necessary, help raise her son.

There was a chance that Theo might never come out of it, but Blaise was going to be at his side. He made Unbreakable Vow to Theo. He would never abandon him. He would protect him and would make sure that he was taken care of. Before his mother went into Theo's head, Blaise also promised him that he would take care of Daphne, too. That was to reassure Theo, of course. He didn't need to promise anything. Daphne was now a part of his family, no matter what. She was going through a lot and, as they waited for something to happen, she finally came over to talk to him, regardless if Theo could hear.

"It's been a week and he hasn't said anything," she whispered, needlessly.

Blaise nodded, unable to offer any words of encouragement. This was just the first step, and it wasn't going well at all. He gave her a helpless look and said, "We knew this was going to be difficult... we just have to...." He didn't finish, though, looking over at him.

She walked over to his bed and knelt down in front of him. She tried to get eye contact, but his black eyes flittered away, unable to rest on anything in particular. Theo hadn't been able to look at anyone since Blaise had let his mother rip down Theo's mental wall around his father's death. She said that it had gone okay, but Theo would need some time to figure it out and eventually talk about it. He didn't. However, the mind healer claimed that it was a natural response, and that they just needed to be supportive and not rush him into responding. But Blaise didn't need the healer to tell him what to do. Theo needed time to process. Daphne had tried to get him to open up, but he wasn't ready for that.

"Daphne... let me stay with him tonight," Blaise said, as perhaps the stress of having a pregnant girlfriend wasn't helping his peace of mind.

She agreed, not even getting jealous that Blaise was taking over. A sign of trust on her part, but she knew that their bond ran deep. She went to her room to let them be alone and talk for the night. Blaise went to Theo's bed, and then pulled him into bed and into his chest. Theo nuzzled up close, burying his head under Blaise's chin. His trembling fingers gripped his shirt, desperate for comfort. Blaise could only whisper reassurances and hold him tightly.

However, Theo's silent tears were cutting a hole in his heart. He could barely handle seeing Theo in that much pain. Did I make the wrong choice? What if my mother was wrong? he thought, panicking. He had one job. Draco told him to protect Theo. He bound himself to Theo in every way that he could, but it wasn't enough. He had to talk to him. So, he started telling Theo the things he had only told Neville. It was easier since he had got it out once, and it was just him.

When Draco and Harry returned, they stumbled into the loo together, like they didn't care if Theo and Daphne knew. Potter was usually more cautious around him, though. Blaise would actually confront them about their dalliances, where Theo and Daphne would not. He never poked at the sensitive areas, though, as he wanted them to stay together. He didn't bring up that time he caught Potter handcuffed to the bed or the many times they've been stroppy, or rather sexually frustrated.

Blaise hoped that it was going on okay. Draco had made him swear not to ask him about it, but Blaise was starting to think that he should tell Potter what the issue was. He knew something had happened two weekends ago between them, and they were out of sorts for a few days. But they had settled something and were in the loo, now. They weren't fiddling in the dark. He really needed to get them a room.

Theo nudged him, a plea to keep talking, as he had been pondering what their problem was. He hadn't noticed he had stopped, while he watched the two idiots. He apologized and told Theo about his stepfather, about Flint and photos, the potions and charms, the boat and Miles, and how Draco had broken through that rubbish to save him. He told Theo that he would do that for him. That he would be there to hold his hand, to protect him and calm him to sleep. The tension eventually faded from Theo's shoulders, and he relaxed against him. He finally drifted to a lulled sleep.

He was glad he hadn't had to resort to potions. There was just over a week until break started, and he wanted Theo to come out of it by then. But he didn't know if that would be possible. Theo seemed so trapped in his head that it might take months to come out of it. But Blaise would spend every night, every day with him until he felt safe enough to talk, again.

***

Water cascaded down their naked bodies as Draco snogged Harry. Theo and Daphne were in bed already. Draco felt guilty about playing around when Theo was so out of it, but Theo responded better when happy things were going on. Plus, Draco had some of his own healing to do. Theo would understand... he hoped.

"Touch me, Harry," he whispered, as he necked him.

Potter didn't fain ignorance this time and made his way down. Over the last week, Draco usually had to push him every time to get Harry to touch him. But Draco hadn't slipped back, again. The healer was right. The bright light in the bathroom was nothing like the hellhole of Fenrir's hideout. The water, warm and steady, reminded him of where he was. Harry moaned softly in his ear as his fingers found Draco's clenched hole with his fingers.

"It's okay, Harry... please..." he urged.

The "get used to it" method was coming along. Draco didn't wince nearly as much, and it wasn't new or painful. He had started inserting his own fingers the first few times and then invited Harry to join in. It took a bit to convince him, but a threat to go talk to the healer about his reluctance made Harry brave enough to try. After the first few rounds were successful, Harry didn't argue as much. He wanted to try it, again, and wanted it to be successful, too. It was downright embarrassing, but he was determined to get through it. The pit would not torture him for the rest of his life. He would own his body, and no one else would.

Harry pushed gently against his hole as he sucked his neck. Fuck, he loved when Harry hit that sweet spot. His insides just melted and Draco felt Harry's finger breach his ring. He moaned as Harry wiggled it further in. It was harder to go in as deep, but it got the desired effort. Retraining his brain, as the healer said.

"You okay?"

"Yeah... keep going," he urged.

Harry slowly knelt, kissing each spot on his chest as he lowered closer to his cock. His finger didn't come out the whole time. It went deep, curling inside of him, massaging his insides tenderly. Harry didn't wait and took him all in as he fingered him.

"Fucking hell... Harry... keep going!" he encouraged as the water pounded his back.

Harry sucked harder and pushed more forcibly. Draco's hips pressed forward at his urging. He thrusted into Harry's mouth in sync with Harry's finger, as it went deeper, finding that spot that Blaise had told him about. The prostate. It only took a few hits, and Draco was coming, hard. Harry, experienced now, sucked it all down. Draco sagged against the wall as Harry pulled his finger out and stood up. His fingers threaded through his hair and kissed him, enthusiastically.

"Was that... good?" he murmured.

"It was great, Harry."

"Don't suppose you'd want to return the favor?" Harry asked, his green eyes squinting to read his expression.

"I suppose I could suck your cock... I wouldn't want you to feel underappreciated," Draco said, loftily.

"And touch me, too?"

Draco's eyes widened. No, Harry wasn't supposed to want that. "Are you sure? You are the one who tops."

Harry stopped and brought his hands up to Draco's cheek to stare at him. "No, I'm not. You decided that. I want to feel everything... try everything. We go through everything together, Draco. Pain, loss, highs and lows. I don't want to be just a 'top'. I want to bottom, too. I want to experience everything. I seriously do not care who's top or bottom, I just want to be with you, and I want you to be happy."

Draco frowned, but just kissed Harry passionately instead of arguing. "You're sure?"

"Yes, my love. I want you to do that to me. Hopefully, before the water goes cold."

Draco smirked. "As you wish, but I want you to put your heads on your head and don't let go."

Harry wrinkled his nose and sighed, but did as he requested. If Harry was going to make requests, so was he. Draco's hands traced down his glistening body and enjoyed Harry spasming from the tickles.

"Sadist," he huffed.

"What? It's not my fault you're ticklish."

"Oh, really? The next time I'm first, I'll make sure you pay for it," Harry declared with a smile.

"That sounds like a challenge, Potter."

"I've already found two tickle spots on you. I wonder how long I can torture you with them?"

Draco frowned. "If that's your plan I mess with you next time. I guess this is my time to do whatever I want."

Harry smirked, again. "Yes, you can... and we'll see what happens next time."

However, Draco didn't waste any more time picking on him. Harry had diligently attended his task. He wouldn't torture him much longer. "Spread your legs."

Potter did, his hard cock and balls hanging freely. Draco's hands went questing, fiddling with his balls and walking his fingers back to Harry's hole. Draco had never done anything like this before. He knew that it was probably a factor in his decision to make Harry be top, but not the motivating factor. His finger pressed against the furled hole and disappeared inside Harry. His boyfriend hummed with delight and looked down at him, begging almost for more. Draco pushed it in further and tried to move it around as Harry had. Harry's cock hardened in front of his face as he thrusted his finger in deeper.

"Please, Draco," Harry begged, standing in the position he told him to stay in.

He couldn't deny how much he enjoyed hearing Harry's soft pleas, but he wanted to sleep eventually, too. He knelt and his lips wrapped around his tip and Harry was already whimpering from the contact. Draco hoped he had been a little more restrained. His finger poked and prodded Harry's tight heat, and Draco could only wonder what his dick would feel like inside such a small space. But no... he thought, Harry's stronger. He's the one who has to be on top.

"Draco?" Harry asked as he had stopped.

He didn't answer him and instead went full speed. Sucking and finger thrusting like Harry had. It didn't take much for Harry to explode. He was already rock hard before he even started. Draco swallowed it all.

"C-Can I let go now?"

"I suppose. Help me up. This is not very comfortable," Draco muttered.

Harry pulled him to his feet and snogged him. Draco managed to get some shampoo into his hair and kneaded it in. Harry just melted into his arms.

"Merlin, I love you."

"I love you, too, prat," Draco drawled.

"Git."

Draco laughed and finished washing both of them before getting out. They dried off and Draco got some good gropes in at the sink as they pulled on their pants.

"Merlin... your libido is up," Harry stated.

"And yours isn't?" Draco said, feeling Harry's hard boner through his boxers.

"Well, if you keep touching me..." Harry chuckled.

Draco tormented him with slight thrusting against his groan. Harry didn't let him down and matched him as Draco bent him backward against the sink. Draco slipped Harry's pants back down and then his, as Harry braced their weight. Fuck, he loved the feeling of his cock nudging against Harry's. The sound of sweat, pounding flesh and Harry's soft groans were driving him to thrust harder.

"Draco," Harry's lusty voice called as he came again.

Draco followed, kissing him as his hips got the last few half-thrusts out. He then made his way down Harry's neck to his throat.

"Fuck, Draco," Harry moaned as he leaned his head back letting Draco attack his skin.

"We just did that," he drawled.

"I love your smile," Harry said, a big grin on his face.

"Likewise. Now let's get into bed and snuggle."

"Sounds fucking amazing," Harry responded as he pulled his pants back on.

They slipped quietly into bed and put the wards up. Draco rolled on his side, so they were face to face and kissed Harry as his other hand caressed his back.

"Fuck, you really don't want to sleep... and neither do I," he laughed.

"No more for tonight," Draco said.

"You say that now."

"Don't make me handcuff you to the bedframe."

"Go head. Think you can restrain yourself not to touch me? I'd like to see you try," Harry goaded.

"Is that a challenge?"

"I'm up for anything, Draco. I was serious about what I said in the shower. I don't have any demands of you. I just want to experience everything and I don't want anything to be one-sided."

Draco nodded, though he still felt uneasy about it. "Do you think... we can try, again? During break?"

"If you feel you're up to it," Harry murmured.

"I just think that we can go slower. Be alone with the lights on, and not have to worry about anyone seeing us... or barging in," Draco murmured, as he stared into Harry's eyes only a few inches from his face.

"That sounds great as long as you think you're ready."

"We've been... pushing... it, our boundaries more. I love feeling you against me. It was just too... sudden," Draco said, though he meant to say similar. Denkar was right about that.

"I love it, too. I really love that we are talking more. You can tell me what scares you, what you do or don't want to do. I love that you are talking and these open conversations," Harry said, and Draco kissed him.

"This week has been... great... for us," Draco said, casting an eye toward Theo and Daphne's bed, sadly. "I like where we are at now."

"Is there anything you want to talk about tonight?" Harry said, as his fingers ran across his chest.

"Will you tell me... what things you are afraid of? I mean... not of me being hurt or losing your friends or me, but... things that really cause you distress."

Harry nodded. These cathartic conservations had become a nightly ritual this past week. Draco knew that Harry would need convincing to try it, again, and sometimes, it was just about learning the loves, likes and fears of the person you are with to really get to know them.

"I'm afraid of the dark."

Draco almost laughed, but Harry was serious. "Do you want me to turn the light on?"

"No... it's okay... if you're here. I wake up and feel you touching me. I'm not as lost and afraid, but when I'm alone. It's like the walls are closing in. When I used to sleep downstairs with Ron and Neville, I'd wake up and run down to the common room. I couldn't even handle a blanket touching me."

"I'm sorry," Draco whispered.

"I guess it's claustrophobia, too. I just remember being trapped in that small cupboard, starving and alone. Trapped. I hate being so... broken and needy, but...."

"You can say it, Harry," Draco urged.

"I love when you're with me and hold me, and when you look me in the eye and tell me that you love me. No one has ever told me that... I mean, no one alive. I know Hermione, Ron and his family love me, but... they're my family. It's different with you. You're... mine. You're a part of me. I mean that's what I feel."

"I feel it too, Harry, and I understand what you mean. You're the only thing that makes me feel... right. I mean... Blaise and Theo are my brothers and there are things I can't talk to them about. You... I want to tell you everything... but it is hard."

"I know. Will you tell me your fears?"

Draco took some deep breaths and nodded. "My biggest one... is being helpless. Unable to do anything to stop... it or worse... when I can't fight back. Every time I ever resisted them and fought back, they hurt me more. My father, Voldemort and his Death Eaters. I just didn't want to be hurt anymore," he said, as tears started to come out. "It wasn't the pain, torture or humiliation that broke me... it was when I stopped fighting and let them... hurt me. That's where I went... when we tried to do it... I felt helpless. And I trust you, Harry, don't think I don't. But I was back there, unable to fight back. I had to do what they wanted and let them... torture me."

"I'm sorry, Draco. I wish that I could have been there for you. I would have gladly taken your place, if I could."

"I know you would, you stupid self-sacrificing prat," Draco said, kissing him, again. "But you've given enough. This is my burden and I accepted it."

Harry looked at him, confused, but Draco was nowhere near ready to tell Harry what happened during last Easter Break.

"Is that enough emotional talk?" Draco asked.

"Yeah," Harry said, quietly.

"Wanna tell me some more of the 온라인카지노게임?"

"Sure. Where'd you fall asleep at?"

"The DA."

"Hey, it was called "the super awesome anti-ministry club", first friend," Harry purred.

"Whatever you say... my little boy."

"The boy and his friends decided to meet at the tavern of the boar to plot against the wicked, evil professor. The boy's closest friends came to hear the plan and a shirty one who happened to overhear."

"Smith, wondered why you invited him," Draco murmured, but Harry ignored his input.

"They decided that they would work against her and train in secret to become heroes. But they signed an agreement. No one could tell anyone else about the club, lest the evil hag find out. It was cursed."

"By Hermione... impressive, really."

"But little did they know that there was a spy that overheard them and told the wicked one."

Draco laughed lightly.

"She ordered all groups to be disbanded. The boy's best friend came up with a plan, though. She made it so that fake galleons would tell the time of our secret anti-Ministry club."

"Protean Charm, nice," he said, but wondered how SAD had come up with using coins, too.

"We trained to bring down the evil one under the wicked witch's nose for months. We were sneaky. Even the boy's first friend couldn't catch him."

"I Trip-Jinxed you, if I recall," Draco drawled, and slowly fell asleep listening to Harry's smooth voice.

It was quiet when morning came. Blaise had apparently slept in Theo's bed, but there were no hushed whispers or joking around when they woke up and got dressed. Draco hadn't seen Theo this bad before and he wanted to go in his mind and build his wall up like he had when Theo's father had been killed. But Blaise and Madam Denkar were on the same page. No more Occlumency. Even Theo had told him not to do it, again. Daphne was pregnant, and he wanted to get better for her and his son. They were resigned to wait and see.

"Hey," Harry said, sitting up and hugging him as Draco stared at Theo. "He's going to get better. He just needs time. Umm... you want to come with me to the infirmary?"

"No, you and Ron get some alone time in," Draco laughed.

Harry shuddered. "Thanks for that image. Alright, love, I'll see you in class."

Draco smiled at Harry's pet name for him. They had become a lot closer in the last week. Talking had really helped. Harry kissed him one last time and released the wards before exiting the room.

"Love?" Blaise said as he fixed his robes. Theo was siting on his bed, looking at the wall, but dressed. He had been at least able to perform tasks. He just didn't talk or make eye contact.

"Yeah?" Draco shot back.

"What do you call him?" Blaise asked, smirking.

"Prat."

Blaise chuckled and Theo at least turned his head. "I thought you guys moved beyond name-calling."

"Guess not."

"So... that was a long shower last night," Blaise prodded with a smirk.

Draco blushed. "I thought it was Daphne was with Theo."

"You mean that I have missed other opportunities to hassle you?"

"Shut up."

"Oh, no... what did you guys do in the... shower?" Blaise said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Draco was about to tell him to f off, when he saw that Theo was watching. He looked back to Blaise and wondered if he knew that Theo was actively listening to them. A raised eyebrow told him that he did. Blaise wanted him to keep going.

"We... didn't... do it," he stopped and sat down on his trunk.

"Really?" Blaise said and came over and sat next to him. Theo moved to his trunk, facing him, but several feet away. Draco looked at the floor.

"I... well... when we tried it before... I flashbacked... bad."

"Shit. Let me guess... the weekend Neville and I went to his grandmum's?"

Draco didn't need to ask how he knew. He nodded.

"I'm sorry. I knew you were upset."

"Of course, I am! It's Harry. I knew it was him!" he half-shrieked in self-flagellation.

"Draco... that doesn't matter. Anyone can trigger the bad stuff. Neville's done it a few times to me. I just... ignore it," Blaise said.

"I can't. The only reason I came out of it was because Harry was freaking out."

Blaise nodded. "Then... what were you doing in the shower? Talking?"

Draco smirked and said, "I... um... stuff. I asked Denkar how... to... get over it."

"You did?" Blaise said but quickly followed with a fake-enthusiastic, "That's good."

"Yeah... she said... to get used to... the feeling...."

"Used to the feeling, huh?" Blaise said and took his hand. "Dray... why don't you just top until you're ready?"

Draco wanted to pull away, but Blaise would not let him go with a fight. "I don't want to talk about it."

"I know you don't, but if it hurts you... Harry doesn't care which way."

"He says that... but...."

"But what?"

"Nothing," Draco said. He knew if he told Blaise the truth, he'd be upset.

"Dray, Harry wants you to be happy. You flashbacking hurts him."

"I'm getting it under control."

"Maybe. But the Chosen One isn't pushing for topping, is he? He let you handcuff him to the bed, didn't he?"

Draco blushed as Theo looked up, really interested. "It was only twice."

"Twice? I've never let Neville do that."

"You weren't afraid of him," Draco muttered.

"Yes, I was. I was more scared than I ever was in my whole life. Because... he could be upset or disgusted with me and my past. Crossing that line was the most difficult thing I have ever had to do, because I love him. And you love Potter. He's not going to judge you, Dray. He's going to support you, because he loves you. Listen to me very carefully. Harry does not care if you top," Blaise stressed.

Draco nodded, still embarrassed. He knew that, but there was that other thing. "I want to get over this... fear."

Blaise's grip tightened.

Draco lowered his head. "I believe you and him, but I don't want to be afraid anymore. I don't want to flashback when he touches me."

"Dray... it doesn't just go away once you have sex. It takes years to recover from it. You think that I'm fine? And it started seven years ago for me. I'm not saying... well... I will say that I'd be proud of you... if you got through it alright. That'd be a huge leap. I just don't want you to be disappointed when you flashback the next time. It is not easy, Dray, and let's face it, you've never topped either. What if you like it?"

Draco shook his head.

"And what if Potter likes bottoming? You don't know because you've never had sex, Dray. Properly consenting sex," Blaise said, quietly and Draco blushed. "Don't get your mindset that you have to do it this way. Trust me. It took a long time to figure out what I liked... wanted."

Draco lowered his head. He wanted out of this conversation. "I just... can we go eat?"

"Sure, Draco," Blaise said, easily. "Ready, Theo?"

Theo nodded, but was looking at him strangely. He didn't say anything though. They went downstairs, met their friends and went to breakfast. Hermione and Ron were discussing plans to go to Hogsmeade with the group, but Harry didn't commit either way. Daphne just shrugged, but Neville said that he wanted to go and Blaise nodded.

"What about you, Draco?" Hermione asked.

His hand shook slightly. That thing was still out there. "I don't think so."

"Why not? You know it's almost Christmas, right? We need to get presents."

"I... umm... don't have any money, Hermione," he mumbled and poked at his eggs. Harry was tense next to him and the rest was stunned at that.

"We'll all come," Blaise declared, making Draco look at him, annoyed. "But Draco and Ron will have to come with Theo and me when we get to Hogsmeade."

"What?" Ron said, confused.

"We are buying presents for our significant others, aren't we?" Blaise said.

Ron went a little red. "Yeah... I guess."

Draco wondered what Blaise was up to, but said nothing.

"I still need to buy a present for Hermione, too," Harry said, eyeing at Blaise. "And probably you."

"I'm flattered, Potter. We can switch halfway, too. We have a few hours."

"What about...." Draco trailed off. "...it?"

"The dementor?" Blaise said quietly. "Well, the perks of going with a group Gryffindors is that they can cast a Patronus. And so can I. Just don't wander off alone."

"We haven't worked on that in a while," Hermione commented. "How about tomorrow?"

Draco was glad that he had an out. "Can't got studying to do with Luna."

"Studying?" Hermione questioned, looking unconvinced, probably because Luna didn't study and he had stopped, too. "Surely you can study at a different time."

"No," Luna said, from further down the table. She had been talking to Harper, Pansy and Ginny. "We have to study then. No exceptions."

Draco gave a shrug though everybody knew that he was tutoring Hagrid, but Hermione... and probably Ron.

"Well, about tonight? Before Magical Law?"

Draco frowned. He wasn't going to get it anyhow. His friends looked ready to encourage him, but then they all went quiet.

"Mr. Malfoy?"

Draco straightened up as the headmistress had come to their table. "Yes, professor?"

"Would you kindly come to my office after classes today? It's nothing to worry about. I just want to talk."

"Yes, professor," he said, as Blaise grimaced.

"Do I need to...."

"No, Professor Zabini, your presence is not necessary, and neither is yours, Mr. Potter," she said, pointedly and left.

"What was that about?" Harry asked.

"Well, she is my probation officer. We are supposed to meet once a month," Draco murmured.

"Oh, yeah," Harry murmured.

"We better get to Transfiguration," Hermione said, and they started getting up.

As they walked out, Draco walked over to Blaise at the doors of the Great Hall and said, "You're not going to buy all my gifts for me."

Blaise smirked. "We'll see."

Classes seemed to fly by, probably because he was nervous about his meeting with Professor McGonagall. Harry walked him up to the stone gargoyles and said that he would wait for him. Draco slowly climbed the steps into the portrait-lined walls of her office. He avoided the ancient eyes and looked at Professor McGonagall, who was sitting at her desk.

"Draco, please come in and sit down," she said, in a friendly sort of tone, and he reluctantly took a seat. He didn't want to make eye contact and was nervously shaking. "Draco, please calm down. I just wanted to check on you to see how you are doing."

"I'm good," he mumbled.

"I know your last probation officer hurt you deeply, but I'm tasked with the duty of guiding you more than anything else. Madam Denkar says that you are making strides with her. How do you feel about it so far?"

"It's okay. We haven't talked about... the bad stuff."

"Sometimes, you just need time. So, don't be dismayed that you aren't recovering fast enough. Mind wounds take a great long time to heal," she said.

Draco nodded. Yes, they do.

"So, how are your classes going?"

"S'okay," he said.

"Professor Flitwick and Sprout have reported high marks so far. Professor Slughorn says you're beating Ms. Granger in his class, and you are excelling in mine."

Draco nodded, relieved.

"However, Professor Zabini, I'm a little proud to say, isn't playing favorites. He's only giving you an Acceptable on your end of term report," she said, watching him closely.

Draco's eyes widened in surprise. Of course, most of Blaise's assignments so far were practical applications. He couldn't write his way out.

"He reports, and I quote him, 'Draco refuses to cast any spell that he deems offensive.' Would that statement be correct?" the headmistress asked.

Draco nodded and frowned. Blaise could have warned him.

She seemed to read his mind. "He told me this, because he's concerned, as am I. You have to get an E on your practical Defense Against the Dark Arts NEWT. You have to practice those spells to achieve that, and you will surely have to cast them on your practical exam, Draco, to pass."

Draco lowered his head. Professor McGonagall came around and sat in the chair next to him. Draco whispered, "I... can't...."

"Yes, you can. You can legally cast them. I have a signed note from the Minister himself, granting you that right. You are here to learn, Draco. Do you want to see the letter, again?"

He shook his head and tears came out. "It's not that."

She waited patiently for him to respond.

"They... hurt me... when I... fought back," he whispered.

He saw the old professor's shoulders drop, and she leaned forward and took one of his hands. "Draco, they are gone. They were evil people who hurt and abused you terribly. But... you need to fight what they did. If you give up... don't act... you're letting them win, and you can't let them. I think you have the strength to overcome this."

Draco shook his head, again.

"Yes, you do. Would you use those spells to protect your friends... or your boyfriend?"

He blushed a little. "It's different. I'm not allowed to save myself."

"Did you never think that you are practicing so you can save others?"

Draco didn't answer.

"Try. And remember that we are here to help you, Draco. Don't let the memory of those people continue to hurt you. You have the inherent right of self-defense. You are allowed to protect your friends. You worked to bring down SAD. Why are these spells so different?"

Draco lowered his head, flashes of Bellatrix and his father torturing him shot through his mind.

"Draco... they're dead. Let their evil die with them. And Draco... look at me," she ordered, and he lifted his eyes. "I believe that you can do this."

Draco's eyes watered. He nodded. "Thank you."

"Just keep trying, okay? And we can talk after break about your progress. Do you have any questions?"

"Blaise wants to go to Hogsmeade on Saturday," he mumbled looking at the floor. He was hoping that she would say no.

"I see. If you stay with friends, then I see no problem with it."

"It's still alright... that I go with Harry for Christmas?"

She smiled and gripped his hand tighter. "Perfectly fine. I just want you to be safe and not be out alone. Harry, your mother or even Blaise, is fine with me."

"I don't need to go anywhere without them. Thank you... for letting me go."

"I'm more than happy to grant permission. I've been keeping tabs on Harry since he first came here, even before that, actually. I was there that fateful day when Dumbledore left Harry on his relatives' doorstep."

"Abusive relatives' doorstep," he muttered and spared a glance at Dumbledore's portrait to see him grimace.

"Indeed. I disliked them from the moment I saw them, but... I trusted Dumbledore's decision. Sometimes I wonder what might have happened if I had put my foot down harder. Harry has had many adventures at school, with his friends, and dare I say, his rivals. He had triumphs and losses, but he was never... happy when left to his own devices. Every summer, he would return, a little more... hurt, a little more broken. His aunt and uncle never embraced him as their own. The isolation chafed him more and more. But... I think he has found some happiness. Happiness that you both deserve, after all that you've been through."

"Thank you," Draco said, tearing up.

"That's why... I'm giving this to you. I don't want Harry to be alone when he reads it, okay?"

Draco accepted a strange envelope. "What is it?"

"It came for him through the muggle post, which all comes to me to deliver."

Draco glared at it and debated tossing it into the fire.

"I trust that you will give it to him, Draco," she said, pointedly. "You can't always pick who your family is."

"I know that." He put it in his pocket.

"That'll be all. Why don't you go down to dinner?"

"Thank you, Headmistress," he said, with a slight nod and went quickly down to Harry. He decided not to give him the letter right then. Later would be better.

"You okay?" Harry asked and Draco nodded.

"She just wanted to talk about my classes and how I'm doing," he said, quietly.

"Okay... you sure you're alright?" he asked, and Draco thought about his inability to cast offensive spells.

"I'm fine," he muttered, not making eye contact.

"Do you want to go to dinner?" Harry asked, dubiously.

"Yeah, Blaise will wonder if we don't," he said, and they went down. Besides, Draco wanted to glare at him for not warning him. They were the first to arrive to the dinner table as the meeting hadn't been long.

"So, do you really want to go to Hogsmeade?"

Draco shook his head, but Blaise said that they were going, and he didn't want to fight him on it. He put Blaise in charge, after all. "I'll go. It's just the... dementor."

Harry paled. "Well... let's go practice after dinner before we go to Magical Law."

"It's not going to work," he muttered as food appeared in front of him.

"Try, please?" Harry pleaded.

Draco nodded and remained quiet when the others arrived and ate. He did glare at Blaise a few times, who had the decency to look guilty. Theo slowly ate, too. He hadn't made any effort to communicate, and everyone else knew by now not to ask.

"Alright, Draco. Don't be afraid," Harry urged twenty minutes later as Draco tried to find his core like Luna had told him to cast the spell. But the fear was too much. Every time he tapped his magic, he felt it shrink away when he thought of the dementor and of defending himself against it.

"I can't," he whispered.

"Draco, I will not let it get to you," Harry vowed, but it wasn't something he could promise.

"Let me try, Potter," Blaise said, coming over. "Go help the others practice Expelliarmus or something."

Harry snorted derisively, but left anyway. The others worked on non-verbal dueling spells, since everyone besides Theo knew how to cast a Patronus.

"You could have warned me," Draco accused, staring at the ground.

"We're worried about you. We got less than six months to break this fear you have and get you caught up. An A was being nice, Dray. The only one who's doing worse than you is Smith and he hasn't shown up since the first day."

"I didn't know you could drop Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"He didn't, but I'm not going to mess with him. He's Fawley's problem. Even told me that he's staying here with the prick, which is hard to believe. Fawley loves going home to his family. He tried to bring me home, sixth year."

"You stayed here, though."

"With you, idiot. Now, Dray... you have to get over this fear. We are going to keep trying, and you will get it, but you can't give up. I order you not to," Blaise declared.

Draco smiled. "That's not something you can order.'

"Watch me. Now... clear your mind, Draco. You know Occlumency."

Draco took a deep breath and tried to push it all out. His wall-slash-fence wasn't cooperating.

"Just think about Harry... about snogging him until you come."

Draco smirked and nodded, biting his lip as he raised his wand. "Expecto Patronum!" A large shape expelled out of his wand. It almost took form, too. But he felt the cold whisper echoing in his mind. You're not going to fight back, are you? He dropped his wand. It clankered on the floor, and silvery mist faded.

"Draco?" Blaise whispered as everyone turned to look at him.

He backed into the wall and brought his shaking arms into his chest. He slipped down to the floor. Harry ran over, and Blaise crouched in front of him.

"Draco!" Harry called.

"I'm fine," he muttered, not meeting their eyes.

Both Blaise and Harry tried to talk to him, but he blocked out their words. He just needed to breathe and build back the strength of his wall. Suddenly, someone pushed Harry and Blaise out of the way, and one-arm lifted him off the floor. He barely moved his feet to help, but they went out into the hallway. No one followed. His rescuer sat him down in a window alcove and released the Wind Screen Charm on the window. The cold air was a welcome relief. His grey eyes turned to meet the black eyes of his rescuer.

Theo looked out the window, unable to keep eye contact. While Theo was high on the list of people to intercede on his behalf, he had shoved both Blaise and Harry out of the way to do it. That was definitely out of character, but Theo would know what he was going through more than anyone would.

"Thank you," Draco murmured. "I needed space."

Theo nodded, which was a good sign that he was coming back.

"They... don't understand."

Theo again nodded, but then suddenly looked at him, as though making a decision. His eyes locked with him and Draco immediately tried to look away. Everyone told him not the let Theo rebuild his wall, again. But Theo grabbed his chin, and a split-second look was all Theo needed to gain access to his mind. He wasn't digging like he was last time Draco helped him. No, Theo was showing him. Scenes that Draco had only glimpsed before flooded his memory and he stopped fighting Theo.

Voldemort was looking on as his Death Eaters, some masked and others unmasked, tortured and beat Theo's father. Theo didn't move. His father told him to do nothing. Pretend for him. His order was clear: disavow him, call him a traitor. Voldemort, the Dark Lord, himself peered into Theo's mind and found nothing to condemn him. No, his father had trained him well and his thoughts were a mirror. Theo spoke the words Voldemort wanted to hear and had to watch his father, his reason to live, die in front of him. He didn't shred a tear and he didn't fight back.

Theo left his mind as quickly as he had entered it and looked back out the window. Seeing it was different than hearing about it. Draco, though shaken, stared at Theo, who let the tears fall, now. He took his hand. Theo had communicated, maybe only mentally, but he had. Draco had felt his emotions. Underneath Theo's pain and agony over losing his father was his anger. Don't let them win, he had said. They were evil bastards who did nothing but hurt people. They killed my parents.

"Okay, Theo. Thanks for that. I'm sorry, for your dad... and your mum. I don't have to imagine what you went through. Watching them torture my mother... was unbearable. Snape told me I'd get us both killed, if I did anything to help her."

After a few minutes, Theo nodded and stood up. His hand took his and pulled gently until Draco got up, too. He tugged him toward the practice room.

"You want me to try again?"

Theo glanced at him and gave another nod.

"Practice makes perfect, right?" Draco said, dryly.

When they walked back in, both Harry and Blaise were instantly alert, though they didn't rush him. The others stopped to watch, though. Theo went over to Daphne.

"Draco?" Harry asked.

"I'm okay... just don't... force me, and I'll keep trying," he said, and Harry nodded.

Draco tried several more times without them near him. His large silvery cloud refused to form. He tried tapping his core, but the thing that Luna said, that drive to fight... and have hope, wasn't easily found. But he tried and didn't allow the flashbacks to seize him. They eventually had to stop to go to Magical Law.

"You were almost there, Draco," Harry praised, and Draco just nodded.

Professor Toffy took them through the different types of complaints they could file for, whether civil, criminal or just benefit request. He had them practice writing them and went over the appeals process as well. Draco took diligent notes and after class they went back to their room. Harry and Draco only talked in their bed that night, with Blaise still in the room.

After Friday's classes were done, Draco had to see Denkar before he went out to Hagrid's hut. Things were progressing slowly, which he could handle. He was starting to get comfortable talking to her.

"I heard that you had a meeting with Professor McGonagall, Draco," Madam Denkar said.

He nodded.

"How was that?" Denkar asked.

"Okay... she just wanted to check up on me."

"She worries about you. You were the reason that she sought out my help."

"She's supported me since... probably ever. Even sixth year she was trying to get me to focus on my lessons. She never gave up on me," Draco said.

Denkar nodded. "No, she didn't. I have to admire that about her. When I was a student here, I always thought she was too cold for my liking, but she never had to counsel me, as I was in Hufflepuff and had good marks."

"I was in Slytherin, but she didn't care about that."

"No," she said. "She never did hold with the old house system."

Draco nodded.

"So, how is it going... with Harry?" she probed.

"Okay... we're taking it, slow. Talking more. I'm telling him that things that make me freeze."

"That's good, Draco. Communication is so important. Can I ask... how did you feel when you told him about those things?"

"I felt better, and Harry did, too. Relieved to explain why things scare me."

"Did you... have any slips?" she asked carefully.

Draco shook his head. "Harry was there, and we didn't talk about the bad stuff."

"I see. What about... when you're physically together?"

Draco blushed. "A few... memories that seep through, but I just grab onto Harry. We also... have been doing... things... in the shower. It's bright and I feel more... in the moment."

She nodded. "I see. I'm glad it's working for you. Well, we've talked about some of the things that affect you over the last two weeks, but I wanted to talk to you about a few techniques to cope with your attacks... your flashbacks."

"The pit," Draco whispered.

"Yes. We are going into the end-of-term break, and I will have my floo open, if you need to come and talk. But I don't want you to flounder when you're away from this environment. Okay?"

"Okay..." Draco answered.

"Have you heard of grounding techniques?" she asked, and Draco shrugged. "When you have an attack, either a panic attack or a flashback, you lose the hold you have on what is happening around you. Generally, it's called dissociation. Grounding... is an attempt to bring you back to the present. Take you out of your distressed emotional state and calm down. Hence, "ground" you into the present."

Draco grimaced, but nodded. He kind of understood.

"What I suggested, regarding your intimate relations... was a type of grounding. You changed the visual scene around you. You touching Harry is a grounding technique. You feeling and hearing the water coming out of the shower is another. You are making sure that you stay in the moment."

"Yeah... I want that."

"But you can do more to help with that in everyday situations. Because you can't always touch Harry or be in the shower. We need to expand the tools you have to handle other situations. The biggest part of grounding is mental refocus. Sometimes you can do this by just organizing your thoughts. Reiterating what day it is, what your name is, what time it is, and where you are at will make you think about what is reality and what isn't. So, when you slip, when a pit memory comes and grabs you, you say the words out loud or in your head: My name is Draco Malfoy. I'm 18 years old. I'm at Hogwarts. It's December 15th. The war is over. They are gone."

"I know what the day it is," he snapped.

"But Draco, when the pit grabs you, do you know what day it is?" Denkar pressed.

He thought about it and shook his head.

"Can you try to say it? And I know it seems silly, but it may help keep you in the present."

He cleared his throat. "My name is Draco Malfoy. I'm 18 years old. I'm at Hogwarts. It's December 15th. The war is over. They..." he stopped, feeling uneasy.

"You can put names in there, if you feel comfortable," she said.

"Voldemort is gone. My father is..." he paused, frowning, and Denkar straightened up, concerned. "I used to do this."

"Draco?" she asked.

"In A-Azkaban... when I came out of the dementor's pull. I'd remind myself that the war was over... they were dead."

She nodded. "I see. They force you back into your dreams and make you relive those memories. It must have been difficult to separate memory from reality."

"It got easier. I was cold, starving, being torturing, and I slept on the hard cement floor... yeah...."

"Hmmm... those are big ways to ground."

"Pain?" he said, surprised.

"No, sensory input. Whatever your flashbacks make you relive, it isn't the same as feeling, smelling, tasting, hearing and touching it in real life. You felt the cold in your body. You knew the touch of the rough cement floor. When you did eat, you tasted something. You heard those people cast the spell and you felt the pain."

"Well, I don't really want to go through that, again."

"No, of course not. But focusing on your five senses will ground you as well. Taste, sight, smell, hearing, and touch. You mentally focus on your senses, and they will ground you. Look at five things in the room, Draco. List them in your mind. Identify what makes them unique. What are four things that you can touch? And describe how they feel. What are three things that you can hear? How do you separate their individual sounds from the rest? What are two things you smell... describe the odor. What is something you can taste? Maybe you can taste something you smell, or you can taste the pumpkin juice you drank at lunch.

"This is a coping technique designed to pull you out of your head and focus on your current location. Grounding you in the present. I want to spend the next couple sessions talking about these senses and building your mental strength. So, when you have an episode, a slip or a full attack. You will have something to focus on. Two ways so far... your mental focus statement and then using your senses to explore your surroundings. Saying it verbally helps, but mentally chanting it will work, too."

Draco frowned and lowered his head. "Sometimes... it's just words that I hear... in my head. Voldemort... tells me not to fight back."

"Well, what you can do is..." she broke off when he froze as the panic spread. "Draco! Listen to my voice. Open your eyes and look at the things around you. Touch the couch with your fingers. Smell the fire and taste the scented candle on your tongue."

Draco did as she said and slowly he came back from the attack. He took some deep breaths that she led him through.

"That was excellent... did you see how it worked?" she praised, after he recovered.

He nodded.

"Now as far as... the thoughts you hear... you need to dismiss them the moment you hear. Chant back: your dead... you're wrong. You don't control me."

He looked at her dubiously.

"Do they control you?"

"I guess they do," he admitted.

"Draco... you can't let them. You are free from their hold. You're in a place that supports you, with friends who love you."

Draco took a deep breath. If he wanted to get better, he had to talk about it. "But it just takes a whisper... to remind me... what they did... what I did."

He saw her eyebrows raise, and he looked down. She probably wanted to ask him to explain that. "It will take time to undo the trauma they did, Draco. But for now... start adding these techniques into your routine. Okay? When you're starting to drift into a flashback, focus on your senses. Mentally regroup by telling yourself where you are and lastly, telling the voice that they don't control you. Can you try that?"

"Yeah... I'll try."

"Good," she said and told him to enjoy his weekend.

He merely mumbled a thanks and left out the door. Luna was waiting outside the office. She said hello to "Eirene" and walked him out to Hagrid's.

"So... I heard that you were having difficulties with your Patronus, still," she said, as they walked.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, lowering his head. He tried to remember what Luna had told him, but the bad stuff came.

"Don't be sorry. Some things take time for a reason."

"I don't like letting you down," he admitted.

"Draco... you've never let me down," she declared.

He couldn't meet her eyes. "I think I've activated the curse on our hands enough times to have."

"It's not a curse, Draco," Luna said, pointedly.

He looked at her. "But it hurts you?"

"It's a bond. A symbolic bond that we agreed on, willingly."

"I wouldn't have agreed if I knew what it did," he said, frowning. "I hate that I hurt you, even for a second."

She smiled. "It's not you that is causing it. It's my physical response to you thinking of yourself in negative terms."

"What?"

"It's what I feel when you're in pain. It's my mental pain, transformed into literal pain."

He gave her a look. She took his hand where the bond mark was.

"Draco, this symbol is a sharing of the minds. That was why I could help you when Dawlish was hurting you and why we both hurt when you call yourself one of them. But it doesn't hurt at all... when you're happy."

"It's hard to be, sometimes."

"I know, Draco. I do know that, but remember that people are here to help you."

"Okay, Luna," he murmured as he knocked on Hagrid's door.

They wanted to work on Herbology, today. So, they went into the woods before it got dark. Hagrid correctly named all the magical plants they found, but Draco found a rare plant, a mixture of hellebore and holly, that can withstand the harshest conditions, and the hellebore part counteracted the poison of the holly berries. He dug up a sprig and decided to give it to Neville for Christmas. He would appreciate the plant, even if Blaise hated it. Hagrid and Luna agreed that it was a good gift.

When they went back to the hut, Draco spent awhile on Potions and Charms, and Luna took over for Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration. Hagrid was just finishing up third-year spells. Draco gave him lots of homework and essays to do over break, since it was the last time that they would practice.

"Thank yeh! Both o' yeh. I would never gat this far withou' yeh," Hagrid said, pouring them a stiff cup of tea.

"I'm sorry that you weren't able to complete your studies when you were a child," Draco said.

"Child... tha's a laugh!" Hagrid chuckled. "Well, my lad...I hear yeh've bin doin' better."

"Yes... those students that hurt me are gone. Dawlish and Umbridge are gone."

Hagrid nodded. "No one else is, then?"

"No. Well, the leader escaped, but there have been no attacks since SAD was kicked out."

"He's biddin' his time, then?" Hagrid said.

"Or he gave up," Draco shrugged.

"No... Hagrid's right. His attacks will be subtler. Don't let your guard down, Draco," Luna warned.

Draco frowned. "I never really did. If he's going to attack, I won't be able to stop it."

"Draco?" Hagrid said, leaning over and taking his hand. "No, my lad... yeh must stop 'im. If he gits away wit' it, he'll keep hurtin' people."

"He wants revenge on me."

"Aye... an' yeh think he'll stop once yeh're outta the way? He could go after yer mum! And yer friends? No, Draco... he needs ter be stopped and reasoned wit'."

"Not by me. I can't even cast a Patronus," Draco muttered.

Luna laughed. "That's not an easy spell to cast, Draco. Incarcerous... will work on an ex-SAD leader."

Draco humphed.

"Alrigh' my lad. Git yee ter bed an' I'll see yeh when the train leaves nex' Friday."

"Bye, Hagrid!" Luna said and walked Draco back to the school. "Are you ready to shop tomorrow?"

"I don't have any...."

"Yes, but that doesn't matter. Have you decided on your gifts?"

"Kinda had some ideas... as you said. Bill was going to help me with Harry's. Blaise and Theo... I think I have something... but it's not really a gift... it just means a lot to me... and them."

"Those are the best kind of gifts," she said, giving him a big smile.

"I wasn't sure what to get my mum, though," he asked.

"Helping with Teddy takes up a lot of her time. But have you thought that your mum has gone through just as much as you?"

Draco gave her a look of horror and misery.

"Sorry... maybe she needs something more. Why don't you and Harry find her a companion?"

Draco gave her a smile. "That's a great idea Luna! I'm not sure about the Weasleys. They didn't invite me, yet."

"That's because Ginny and Ron decided to go home first to talk to their mum. Hermione hasn't made a decision, yet either," Luna explained.

"If they do... what should I bring?"

"Well, there are a lot of them... but you've seen Ron eat, right? Their family loves to eat... make them treats and cakes. I'm sure Harry would love to help. Plus, you got some items in your trunk that you can give, too," she said. "They don't care if it is used."

"Thanks... I'll look," he said, relieved, though some of his stuff was in Harry's attic.

"Not a problem," she said as they entered the school. Ginny was there, waiting for them.

"You're lucky I like you, since you're taking up all my girlfriend's time," Ginny laughed.

"Sorry, but you enjoy the rest of your night," he said, and Ginny wasn't sure about letting him walk up alone. Luna didn't argue with his choice, though.

He started up the steps, regardless of their misgivings. He passed a few students, who looked at him, but didn't say anything to him. He kind of felt that their suspicion was still there, but it wasn't as aggressive as before. There was some truth in what Ginny had once told him two months ago. They had no idea what he went through and were just taking Harry and the headmistress's word that he wasn't a threat. He didn't read the Prophet, but they were still trashing him like crazy, and slowly eating away at Harry's credibility, too.

When he got to the common room, Harry, Ron and Hermione were studying together. It made Draco smile to see his boyfriend together with his friends. He cast a hopeful glance at the stairs and wished that Theo and Blaise had made some headway. Theo's rescue earlier was a great sign that he was coming out of it, but he was afraid of what was coming for Theo. Facing his mother's death might completely destroy him, but it could free him, too. Draco didn't like how dangerous it was and he didn't think Theo had the strength to face his mother's death.

"Draco?" Harry called, as though just realizing he was there.

"Hey, guys. Getting some studying in?" he asked, walking over.

"Yeah, you came up here alone?" Hermione said, ever the mother of the group.

"SAD's gone," he said, flatly and took a seat by them.

"What if that kid thinks that he should take you out himself?" Harry said.

"You worry too much," he grunted and occupied himself with sorting through his bag.

"We do care about you," Hermione said.

"I know. But I can walk around by myself without you all holding my hand," he snapped.

"But...."

"Leave off, Hermione. How would you feel if I told you that you couldn't walk around by yourself?" Ron grunted, actually confronting friends for him.

"Well, if there's a safety concern...."

Ron didn't let it go. "Let me rephrase. You wouldn't be mad if I said that you need my protection, because you can't handle it?"

She frowned. "I'll concede your point, but... Draco, what would you do if someone confronted you?"

He looked away.

Hermione pressed on. "That is the point. I'm not saying that you can't handle the consequences of whatever happens, but you aren't willing to... use spells... to defend yourself."

"I'm tired," he said, exiting the conversation by standing up and walking away. Harry packed his things, too, and Hermione and Ron said goodnight as Draco started up the stairs, followed by Harry.

"We care about you, Draco," Harry whispered, when they made it to the door. "You're asking to have it both ways. Either we protect you, or you protect yourself. You have to make a decision, Draco. There isn't an option for letting people hurt you. I would have no problem with you walking the castle by yourself... if I thought you'd use magic to defend yourself. I don't think you will."

Draco looked at the door. "I told you why."

"You kinda did, but why must you risk it?"

"I shouldn't have to defend myself as I walk the school, Harry."

"You shouldn't, no. But did you have fun at Hagrid's?"

"I found a present for Neville."

"That's great... you know... if you wanted some money...."

"No! No... thank you, Harry. I'd rather ask Blaise, if it comes to it. I got most of the presents figured out. I think I'll give Hermione my copy of Hogwarts, A Hi온라인카지노게임. She'll find it fascinating," Draco said.

"I'll grab it out of my trunk when we leave. Draco... are you sure about tomorrow?" Harry asked.

"Yeah... Blaise always gets his way. It might be good for Theo, too."

"Okay... I would like to go shopping, too," he said. "For presents."

Draco nodded. "Ready? I'm sure Blaise is in there. Do you want to just go to sleep?"

"Do you?" Harry shot back.

"I think I want a shower."

"That sounds awesome," Harry said, and they went inside.

They enjoyed another round of delectable shower fondling and huddled close together in bed. They shared a painful moment in their childhoods, and Draco held his tongue about the letter McGonagall have him. He didn't want Harry to have to read what those people wrote, but not giving him the choice seemed like a jerk thing to do. Soon, he told himself, but they slowly drifted to sleep, gripping each other.

***

Blaise decided to wake up Draco and Harry by abruptly dumping water on them. Harry was spitting angry, but Draco just sighed, probably considered it a part of living with him. Theo was smiling as he watched the whole thing, so Blaise thought it was worth the Stinging Hex from Potter. Draco just watched them argue and dried himself off. Harry took a bit to calm down, but Blaise told them to get dressed.

"This is pointless," Draco complained, most likely about his lack of funds, but he changed anyway.

"No, it's not," Blaise growled and came over to tie his scarf. Draco glared at him but smiled. He liked when Blaise took care of him.

When everyone was ready, they got their friends and walked downstairs and out toward Hogsmeade. "Alright, meet at Hog's Head at one for a pint?" Blaise suggested.

"Of butterbeer, correct?" Hermione clarified.

"' Cuse me Head Girl, but I'm a professor and of age," Blaise shot back as they walked.

Terry and Seamus laughed and were already betting on who can drink theirs faster. Ginny and Luna were trailing behind everyone snickering to each other. Harry lead and clenched Draco's hand, on alert. The dementor was out there, and Blaise is looking for it, too. Thankfully, they got to the village without incident. Blaise separated them into four groups. Harry, Neville, Seamus, and Dean were together, then Hermione, Daphne, Ginny and Luna, and Ernie, Terry, Michael, Hannah and Susan. Lastly, Blaise took Draco, Theo and Ron, who looked a little nervous being with them alone.

"Right then, don't wander off. We can switch after we meet up," Blaise said.

"Are we expecting an attack?" Seamus asked, confused.

"There's a dementor, just outside of the village, and I'd rather err on the side of caution. See you all in two hours," Blaise said, and then turned to his "group". "We're going to Honeydukes, first."

They walked over, and the shop was filled with younger students, also on their last weekend before the break. Draco dragged his feet as he entered, but perked up when he entered the sweet store. Shelves were packed with everything from Sugar Quills to Acid Pops. Blaise watched Draco and grabbed a few things for him, despite his protests. But then he looked to Ron, who was another mission of his today.

"Well, Weasley... this is where you need to help us," Blaise said, looking to Ron, as they took up a small space in the corner.

"What?" he asked, nervous.

"You know what Harry and Neville like, right? Help us pick out some candy for them, please?" Blaise asked, and Draco smiled, too. This was one of the reasons why Blaise wanted Ron to come with them.

"Oh! Yeah, of course!" Ron said, agreeably, and glad to help them with their boyfriends.

Theo picked out his own sweets for Daphne.

Soon, their bins were full cauldron cakes, Chocolate Frogs, Ice Mice, liquorice wands and pumpkins pasties, and Blaise asked Ron, "What's Hermione like?"

"Oh... she's not big on sweets. Maybe the Toothflossing Stringmints?" he suggested.

"Thanks, I appreciate it. Might have been bad if I gave Neville blood pops or something," Blaise said, as he took Draco's bucket to the counter.

"Hey!"

"Shut it, Dray," he responded and paid for all the candy, even Ron and Theo's. Probably because Theo wanted to remain quiet.

Ron didn't know what to make of it but didn't argue. He looked at Draco as they walked to the next store, who shrugged. "Sorry," was all Draco could mumble, and Blaise smirked, pretending not to hear.

In Gladrags Wizardwear, Blaise told Draco to get fitted for new robes, because it was becoming embarrassing to walk with him. Draco relented after a look and got measured. Blaise ordered three full sets of school robes for him and then told Weasley it was his turn. Ron spluttered some refusals, until Blaise pulled out his wand.

"Now," he growled, and Theo crossed his arms behind him.

Ron had a healthy fear of Blaise, so he acquiesced. Blaise brought his robes, too, as well as a nice set for everyday use, which he told Ron to wear. He told the clerk to donate Ron's worn and too short ones. Draco told Ron that looked about ten times better and Blaise agreed. Theo declined the offer for new robes, and he asked the clerk to wrap their school robes.

When they got outside, Ron growled, "Blaise, this wasn't necessary!"

Blaise turned on him and smiled, "Merry Christmas, Weasley. It's my gift to you. Women care that you put some effort into your appearance, even Hermione, and you needed a makeover. But we have one more place to go, and you'll be done."

Ron looked a little stunned, but asked, "One more?"

"To complete your makeover," Blaise said as he half-shoved Weasley into the Hogsmeade hair salon.

Weasley was red with embarrassment as Blaise tied him to the salon chair and Silenced him. He told the unphased stylist precisely what to do as Ron glared at Draco for help. He just shook his head as Blaise ordered him into a chair, too. His stylist couldn't cut his hair, due to Luna's charm, but gave him a soothing massage and treated his hair. After an hour, Ron was freed, and he grumbled under his breath as they walked outside.

"Sorry, Ron," Draco said.

"Don't be sorry, you look amazing," Blaise said, with some flair.

"You're lucky Neville likes you," Ron grunted. "We going back?"

"We can stop at a few more places. Dervish and Bangs might have some gifts to buy, and Draco needs some."

"No, I don't," Draco muttered.

Terry greeted them when they entered the gift shop of anything and everything. "Whoa... nice Ron! You look great!"

"I didn't volunteer for it!" Ron spat.

"Oh, my! You do look nice!" Susan said, but smiled at her boyfriend. Ernie also nodded in approval.

"Umm... thanks," he said and glanced at Blaise, who smirked.

"We'll let you guys shop! See you at the Hog's Head," Ernie said, as he guided his group out.

"See?" Blaise said. "You're more impressive. Confident."

"I don't feel more confident," Ron confessed.

"Stand up, straight," Blaise ordered, and Weasley complied. "You look great. Hermione loves you. When we get to the pub, you will tell her, 'Hermione, I'm sorry for being an idiot. Will you come to my home for break?' got it?"

Ron went redder. "I... d-didn't want to push...."

"She talks to me, nitwit. You haven't asked her. What? Was she going to invite herself over?" Blaise spat. Hermione had been complaining a lot over the past week.

"Oh... right...."

"Idiot. Now, I know where Harry gets it. Come on, help me pick out a gift for Neville, and I'll help you with Hermione's," Blaise ordered.

"You're not going to pay for that, too! I do have some money!" Ron growled.

"Sure, Weasley. If you need a loan, though, I offer one at zero percent interest for twenty years."

Ron chuckled. "Thanks."

They went off to a display, and Blaise told Theo and Draco to look for gifts on their own, and Draco took Theo over to the jewelry counter. Blaise stayed within earshot of them. Theo was looking at the wedding bands, and Blaise grimaced. He didn't know if Theo wanted to propose before the child was born.

"Hey... not for Christmas," Draco told him. "Maybe... by Easter break, okay?"

Theo nodded. He understood the unspoken need to wait to see if he makes it through this, but Theo pointed to a heart-shaped pendant. Draco asked the clerk to take it out. Theo nodded and gave Draco the galleons to pay. They looked around, and Draco found a few cheap presents that Theo also paid for it without protests from Draco. Blaise and Ron managed to pick out gifts, too.

"Thanks, Blaise, for the advice," Weasley said.

"No, thank you. I think Neville will love it," Blaise said, and turned to them. "Find anything for Daphne, Theo?"

Theo nodded and Draco answered, "Yeah, a necklace." Blaise looked, and it said, "I will always love you" on the back.

"Nice!" What about you? What'd you find for Harry?" Blaise asked.

Draco mumbled, nothing, while Theo picked an item off the shelf and held it up for them to see. It was a pair of fluffy handcuffs, and Draco went red.

"Theo! I love you!" Blaise laughed, as Theo gave him an evil smirk. "Get it."

Draco was writhing in embarrassment as Ron's eyes went wide. Theo paid for it himself, and they walked out onto High Street. They stopped briefly at Scrivenshaft's and the quidditch shop for gifts and went toward the pub. Blaise, unfortunately, managed to see Denkar going into the Three Broomsticks with Madam Pomfrey and McGonagall. He was starting to despise the healer, who hadn't been moved by his silence during their meetings.

The mind healer just prattled on how to cope with past abuse and how it was okay to talk about it. He never responded to anything she said. He was required to go but not participate. He wouldn't even say hello or goodbye. He wasn't going to let her in, again. She was there for Theo and Draco, not him, and he made sure that she couldn't tell anyone about their sessions. But he pushed that aside as they made it to the pub and walked in. Harry smiled when he saw them, and Hermione gasped when she looked at Ron.

"Ron! You look... so handsome!"

Red, again, Ron mumbled, "Yeah... Blaise... said I needed a makeover."

Hermione smiled at Blaise, but went over to Ron and hugged him. "Well, you look very nice, Ron. I'm glad he did."

Blaise bumped Ron, who sighed and said, "Hermione... I'm sorry I've been an idiot. I was wondering if you'd like to... come to my house... for break?"

Hermione stared at him, but her eyes darted to Blaise's, before going back to Ron's.

"I-I just wanted to be... considerate... since you might... not want to come, and I'll understand if you...."

Hermione flung her arms around him and said, "Yes... I will! Thank you for asking... finally." Then she kissed him on the lips for a long time. "Idiot."

Ron laughed. "I am."

Hermione nodded and then went to Blaise and kissed him on the cheek and gave him a hug. "Thank you."

Blaise's cheeks darkened a little. "Just settled his nerves, but come on, we're making a scene."

They pulled several tables together, and Blaise ordered a bottle of firewhiskey to share between the group. Draco, Harry, Luna and Hermione just ordered butterbeer. Harry asked him how it had been, and Draco said it had been alright, but didn't go into details. After an hour of merriment, they went back out shopping, Draco went with Harry, Luna and Ginny, and Daphne and Neville came with him and Theo.

Blaise was done shopping and just walked High Street looking for problems, as Theo and Daphne sat on a bench with a Warming Charm. He was tense, now that Draco wasn't in his sights. He had enemies, and one was a dementor.

"How was it?" Neville asked.

"Okay. Got some things for Draco and you."

"I did, too. That was nice for what you did for Draco... and Ron," Neville said, smiling at him.

"We owed him for that dinner. Besides, he looked like a train-wreck."

"Hey, be nice," Neville laughed.

"I was. You're still alright coming home to my mum's?"

"Yeah... Gran understands. As long as we visit her... and... my parents."

Blaise looked at him and kissed him. "Of course... I'll be right there for you. I always will."

Neville smiled and kissed him, again.

"Alright, break it up, you two. Don't need to see our professors making out!"

Blaise looked up to see Fawley, Alex, Jules, Harper and Pansy approaching. "Shut up, Harper."

"I'm not your professor," Neville commented.

"Sure, you aren't," Fawley said. "Professor Looonnngggbotttomm."

"What are you doing without your... pet?" Blaise asked, pointedly.

"He's doing his last detention. McGonagall said he didn't have to do this last week since you skipped out on yours."

"I didn't skip out."

"No, just got Neville to do it for you... never thought to try that!" Fawley said, laughing.

"Shut up. I had reasons. So... you're still staying here?"

"I guess. Maybe I'll convince him," Keith said, sounding sad. Blaise knew he loved going home.

Harper laughed. "No offense, Fawley, but he doesn't really act like he needs convincing. The guy will...."

Fawley glared at him and Harper stopped. Fawley turned back to him. "I think I'll ask my father if it is okay."

Pansy laughed. "Your dad refuse you anything? He got you a private room here."

"Hey! That's a secret!" he complained.

"Not too secret," Pansy drawled.

Blaise shrugged. "I didn't know."

"He lives next door to us," Neville said, stunned, and Blaise gave him a look and then Fawley, who was surprised.

"Guess we never ran into each other, and our wards are effective," Blaise retorted.

Neville smacked him gently.

Fawley laughed. "I guess mine are, too."

"Going to give us any hints to what you guys do?" Blaise asked.

"No, but I want to get my family their gifts, so check you later, Blaise," he said, and they walked away. Alex and Jules went into the Three Broomsticks together, and Harper took Pansy into Madam Puddifoot's.

"That was nice of McGonagall... to let Zach off his, too," Neville said.

"Yeah," Blaise muttered. He hadn't thought about Smith in a while, but he hadn't seen him to think about him. He trusted Fawley to take care of him. But Blaise looked at his partner, and they leisurely strolled through the market, hand-in-hand.

***

On Tuesday, classes were over, and Draco had just finished his appointment with Madam Denkar. She had him practice refocusing his senses and repeating words the words: They don't control me. They are gone. He wasn't sure how well it was working, but Denkar insisted that it would take time to really become effective. It was a long process to recover from such an attack, she claimed, and he agreed with that part at least.

They were at dinner when Harry insisted that he try to practice the Patronus Charm, again. Draco agreed because he knew Harry wouldn't let up, and Harry had suggested that it might follow them home on break. Draco was sure that the Fidelius Charm would keep the dementor out, but he still might feel his presence through the wards. Harry reassured him that he would get it, if they keep practicing. Draco wasn't so confident. Luna had said that he just needed to find his inner strength, but that was so hard to do.

Draco looked over at Theo, concerned. He hadn't spoken yet, and it was nearly the two-week mark. Theo could cast nonverbal spells, so he wasn't entirely behind in their classes and could practice dueling with the group. Daphne had slept in Theo's bed the last two nights, and Blaise slept in his own bed, with his fiancé. Theo and Daphne hadn't discussed the baby that was coming. But they were going to stay for the holidays with Blaise. Neville asked Blaise if his mother had enough rooms for them all. Draco smirked when Blaise told them his house was a fortress.

Blaise asked, "Harry... do you think that you guys can stop by on Christmas?"

"Yeah... Aunt Andy is having breakfast... we can come over after lunch."

Draco felt happy that he could see them on Christmas and more when Blaise said, "Dray, my mum invited your mum over for dinner, too."

"That's nice," Draco said, but thought it was so much safer that he just stay with his mum and Blaise for Christmas. He hadn't got the official invite anyway, but he knew Harry wanted to be together.

"I'm staying with Ginny," Luna announced to the group.

"And Hermione will probably be sharing our room there, too," Ginny said and sighed. "There's never enough room at our house."

"Well, I can add a few rooms on. My Magical Engineering professor says I'm the best in my class," Ron said, with some pride.

"Wow! That's great, Ron!" Hermione said, looking at him. Ron did look much more impressive.

"Yeah, I figured that mum's house needed some work, so I took that class."

"That's awesome, mate," Harry said.

Ron smiled and Draco saw that Ron was holding Hermione's hand. He was happy for them both. When they walked up the steps to the practice room they acquired, Ron and Hermione had been inseparable since Hogsmeade, but as they split up to try the spell, Ron decided to partner with him, tonight. Much to everyone's confusion.

"Gonna tell me to think of my happiest memory?" he asked him dryly.

"Nope. That doesn't work for me," Ron said, flatly.

"What?" Draco asked.

"The happiest memory I have is Hermione kissing me during the battle... where my brother died, and it's not the best choice of memories. I have some good memories of my family, of course, but that's not what helps me focus on the casting. I see Harry... happy, and Hermione looking at me with love in her eyes. I see the future where we find this happiness that always seemed like a dream."

Draco stared at him, a little surprised.

Ron stared at him and said, flatly, "You're not going to find something meaningful in your past Draco. It's your future that your happiness lies. Your friends happy, healed and married, and Harry... without that tortured, broken look in his eyes. Maybe in a home that you both share, with pets and even children. What is the happiest thing you can think of? Imagine it... and think of that ideal world."

"But... it's not...."

"Draco... it's not about what will work against that dream. Don't listen to the negative things. Focus on that goal, your happiness. Not the one-time happiness, but the future... the future with hope. Believe in it," Ron said.

"It's hard. I just always... think that bad things will happen. Luna said to think if... someone was going to hurt Harry... how would I feel."

Ron laughed, quietly. "Yeah, that'll work, to help with your fear of attacking someone. It'll give you the determination to fight. Well... we can give it a try." Ron came closer and looked into his eyes. "Ready?"

Draco slowly nodded, unsure of what was going to happen.

"Now, believe it... Harry's in danger. He's about to get attacked. You are the only one who can save him."

Draco trembled as his adrenaline started to pump. He didn't want to imagine it.

"Focus, Draco. Will you let anyone hurt Harry?" Ron asked.

Draco took a deep breath. No! he thought and looked at Ron.

"Good... now hold onto that. You can save him. You can protect him. You have that power."

Draco raised his wand. The fear was there, right in the background... the voices pulling him back down, telling him he couldn't fight back. You're dead, he told them. You can't hurt me anymore. He needed to believe it, but they weren't all dead... all gone. He might come back and hurt him. His fear was taking over, again. He tried to fight it, but he needed help. He saw his bond flash and remembered what Luna said. Ask for help... he probed their connection. Help me hold back the bad stuff. Luna's calm spirit touched his, and the fear slowly retreated into the background.

"Draco?" Ron whispered, nervous.

"Okay...."

"Okay? Yeah... give it a try. You can cast it... you can save Harry."

Draco focused. With the fear gone, he focused on his core. He could do this... he could conjure rainbow fish from the ether wandlessly. He had the strength to cast a Patronus. But the happy thought, as Ron said, was a future. Harry smiling... a white carpet path... lined with roses... their friends and family there to watch. Draco smiled.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" he called, and he felt the magic surge through his wand. A silvery mist came out and took form, growing larger, larger than any Patronus he had ever seen.

Everyone stopped to watch as it took shape. It nearly filled the room, soaring over them with a long neck and tail, huge belly and large billowing silvery wings. It was a dragon! he realized. His Patronus was a powerful magical creature!

"Draco!" Harry said and ran over to him and realized. "You did it! It's beautiful!"

Draco was shaking with happiness as his dragon Patronus circled them and he gripped his boyfriend tighter.

"Harry!" Hermione suddenly called. "Cast your Patronus!"

Draco and Harry looked at her, but he raised his wand. "Expecto Patronum!"

Harry's mist shot out, but it grew, morphing immediately from a stag into something else. It's neck, legs and body grew. Spikes appeared all the way down to its tail, and then wings sprouted from its back. Harry's Patronus rivaled his in size, and Draco watched as it lifted its head to take flight. As its wings expanded and he really didn't need to say it, but he couldn't help but exclaim. "It's a dragon!"

Harry's Patronus joined his in the air, circling their heads, chasing each other's tails. Now, together, Draco could see the differences in the dragons. Harry's had more spikes and was thinner, quicker, like a Hungarian Horntail. Draco recognized his dragon, too. A huge Ukrainian Ironbelly... the king of the dragons. It was proper, he thought pridefully as he glanced at Harry, looking at him and grinning like a madman. Draco probably was, too. They both looked up at their Patronuses and the dragons slowly combined into a massive ball for a second and then started to expand, sending a wave of light, happiness and hope outward through all of them.

Draco had never felt such peace in his soul. His worries were gone, and he looked at Harry and pulled him in for a kiss. Those were their Patronuses. Dragons! He kissed Harry as hard as he could before letting him go.

"Draco..." Harry whispered.

"You guys! Holy fuck! You have the same Patronus. Do you know how... rare that is!?" Blaise said, but Hermione just smirked.

"Harry... your Patronus changed... how?" Ron said, flabbergasted.

Harry shrugged, but looked at Draco, who laughed, "You're blaming me?"

"Not really blaming... but it was amazing... like mine was waiting for yours to show," Harry said, but looked to Hermione. "You knew, didn't you?"

"I guessed. There was only one explanation left as you know how to cast one. Tonks's Patronus changed... it happens when you fall in love, and it sort of changes what your partner represents to you. But to have the same Patronus? That's amazing and incredibly rare!" she explained.

"That's what I said," Blaise muttered.

Luna stepped forward. "It's actually a sign that you are meant to be together. The closer your Patronuses are, the closer you are."

"That's just a theory," Hermione said.

Blaise looked to Neville though and smiled. "I believe it."

"And we just found the name of our group, too," Luna declared, but Draco and the others looked at her. "The Order of the Dragon?"

Harry laughed. "Sounds good to me!"

"What was that... explosion at the end?" Ron asked.

"Not sure," Hermione said and looked above them.

"Nah... probably just wanted to be with each other," Blaise said, smirking.

"More like in each other," Theo drawled, and everyone froze.

Everyone looked at him, and a slow smile crept along Theo's face. Blaise reached him first, even though Daphne was holding his hand, and hugged him.

"I'm sorry I made you guys worry," he said as Draco came and hugged him, too.

"You're sorry? No, don't be sorry," Blaise said, tears in his eyes and hugged for a few minutes before pulling back to look at him. "Are you sure that you are okay?"

"I'm getting there," Theo said, and turned to Draco.

"Theo?" Draco said, as Theo hugged him.

"Thank you," he whispered. "You... gave me the strength... to come back."

Draco gripped him hard and didn't want to let go.

***

Keith really wanted to go home. He missed his parents and his annoying brother, and he loved when his home was decked out in decorations. Christmas was always about family for him, and he had never stayed at Hogwarts. Break was in two days. Zach had already said that he was staying at Hogwarts and hadn't given any sign that he was wavering on it. But Fawley just wasn't willing to stay. He wanted to see his family, and he wanted Zach to meet them, officially. He finally owled his father yesterday if he could bring Zach home for the holidays.

But Fawley was in his last class of the day, and he was beyond ecstatic to get back to his room. Zach had had a free period while he had double Charms. Keith tried not to smirk, or flaunt his very hard erection, but his excitement was only growing. When they finished, he dispensed quickly with Harper's witty comments and finally headed up to his private room. He loosened his clothing, ready to strip as soon as he entered the room. His fingers shakily turned the knob as he whispered the password and pushed the door open.

Zach was right where he had left him. Fawley smiled proudly as he entered and locked the door behind him. He didn't say anything, letting his presence elicit a response from Zach. He quickly took off his clothes as Zach trembled. He hadn't left him alone without his cock ring on before, so he wanted to see how Zach would do on his own. Of course, he couldn't make it easy, either. He didn't want him to just jerk off with his hands, hence the position he had left Zach in. No, Fawley enjoyed domineering him every time Zach ejaculated, even when he wasn't there. But he had to make sure Zach enjoyed it as well.

"Hello, sugar. What a good boy you've been," he purred.

Zach visibly shuddered. Fawley often wondered if he could get Zach to come just by praising him. He always responded every time he even slightly complimented him. Damn, he wished people hadn't been so cruel to Zach that he never believed in himself.

"Staying here... right where I left you... and all ready for me," Fawley murmured, stepping behind Zach's bent-over ass. He was proud of Zach's restraint. His class had been nearly two hours and, for those two hours, Zach had remained where he was. Fawley was positive that he hadn't moved from the spot nor rested his legs.

Zach moaned through the ball gag and pressed his exposed ass into him. He kept his eyes on the mattress. He listened very well. Fawley obliged him by lightly touching his smooth, slightly red cheeks with just his fingertips. It elicited another titillating groan from Zach.

"Oh yeah... I think you're ready," he whispered. "My good boy."

Zach spread wider, no doubt trying to hurry him along, but Keith was in charge of this scene... and all scenes, really. Fawley ran his hands down his legs and pressed a little into him so Zach could feel his prick. Fawley's hand went exploring and located Zach's hard, dripping cock. He only grazed it, but Zach jerked from the touch, whimpering almost. He watched him squirm, but was curious and looked down under Zach's bent form. He saw no signs that Zach had come on his own.

Fawley grimaced. That was the whole point of the setup. Zach bent over the side of the bed, his legs spread. His hands bound behind him with handcuffs, and his mouth forced open with the red ball. A fairly large-sized object was inserted into his rear end, to remind him that Fawley was the one in charge, as Zach humped into the bed to come. But he hadn't played along.

"Honey? You didn't try to come on your own? Or was it too tough?" he asked, gently, but he wasn't likely to get an answer out of him, gagged as he was. So, he reached forward and undid the strap. "Sugar... I left you here to take care of it yourself? Why didn't you? It's been almost two hours!"

Zach's voice was rough as he stuttered. "I-I wa-wanted you to b-be here."

Fawley smiled down at him, though Zach was obediently keeping his eyes on the bed. "You did, huh?"

"P-Please... F-Fawley," he pleaded, and Fawley's felt his dick harden more. He could even acknowledge his kink of hearing his lover begging to be fucked.

"Well, I wouldn't want you to be left so unsatisfied..." he whispered, as his hands traced down Zach's muscled back and raw ass to the flange of the rippled toy, worked deep into his ass. It had taken some work to get it all in. Fawley had been a bit mean when he used the special lube potion designed to enhance the experience. He had wanted Zach to enjoy it. It probably had tormented him these two hours.

"Oh... Helga..." Zach exclaimed, when Fawley turned it. "Oh... fuck!"

"Like that, huh?" he rubbed as he began to slightly pull it out and push it back in, teasing Zach's now incensed prostate. He pushed it in a little further and shocked Zach harder.

"Fuck... fuck..." he hissed.

"Oh, yeah... I bet I could undo you like this, can't I?"

"Please... Fawley... I want you! I'm going to...."

"Don't do it, Zach," he ordered, quickly. He controlled that part of it, too. Zach had his permission when he left, but he was back, now.

Zach winced and tightened up. He was trembling and trying not to disobey. "I can't... please."

Fawley could see that he was approaching his limit. No more teasing. Zach hadn't had a release in two hours. He carefully pulled out the dildo and replaced it with his thick cock. Zach moaned heartily, pressed back into his cock and straightened his legs more to support his weight better, like a good boy. Fawley wasted no more time and pounded into him as hard as he could.

"Come for me, honey," he urged, and Zach diligently obeyed, nearly screaming. Fawley still battered his prostate with full force and growled, "Get it all out!" His hand went down and milked the last bit of spunk out as he unloaded into him.

He didn't pull out, just slightly collapsed on Zach, pushing him more into the bed. He was amazed when Zach stopped him and supported his dead weight even more. Nearly a month of complete meals and nutrient potions had given Zach his strength back. He also had been training with Cal, too, to bulk up for quidditch. Fawley liked it when his partner was as strong as he was. But after two hours of being bent over, open and waiting for his cock, Zach was shaking with exhaustion.

Fawley didn't want to, but pulled out as he got up. His hands found the release button on the faux jarvey fur-lined cuffs. Zach had always known where it was and knew he could use it, if necessary. He took care of his partners. He didn't want anyone to ever be hurt by his actions... well... at least not in a way that they didn't enjoy. He took the cuffs off, and Zach's hands dropped to his side. He whispered a thanks, and Fawley rolled him onto the bed and also got in with him. He pulled Zach's back into his stomach and wrapped his legs around him.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" he asked.

"Yeah," Zach said, breathlessly.

"You didn't have to wait, Zach. I told you that...."

"I wanted you to be here."

Fawley was thrilled that he had waited, but not that he was hurting the whole time. He wasn't sure that they could play like that, again, if that was the case. "It wasn't too painful? I don't want you to be in pain, Zach."

"No. You're worth the pain," Zach whispered, his head rested on Fawley's arm that was wrapped around him. "And you were happy... too. You were pleased."

Fawley smiled and tilted his head up to see into Zach's blue eyes. "I was, but I want you to be happy."

"I am. You gave me the option. I wanted to wait."

Fawley looked into his eyes for signs of lying, but saw none. He knew he had to pay attention as Zach didn't always tell the truth. He petted his hair gently. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I like the pain... a little," Zach said, blushing and dropped his eyes.

That was a real reaction, Fawley thought victoriously. Zach was still very embarrassed about sex or telling Fawley what he liked. He always had to drag words out of him. Fawley enjoyed pushing him to his limits, but he was concerned about if Zach liked it. So far, Zach had only requested that he never leave the cuff on when they mess around, but Fawley had been pushing him further, lately. Zach never appeared to dislike anything they had done, but Fawley still watched him carefully to make sure that he was enjoying himself, too.

"Was the dildo too large?" he asked, propping up his head on his elbow and looking down at the side of Zach's face.

Zach smiled a little, but he saw the smallest hint of discomfort. "No."

"Zach, don't lie. I don't like that," he said.

Zach turned, a little surprised. "No, I wasn't lying. It was fine." He blushed again, and turned his head further into the mattress.

"No, I saw you grimace a little."

He looked up at him and considered his next words. "I'm just... I feel... umm... empty."

Fawley's prick hardened almost immediately and he smirked. "You want me to fill you up?"

Zach, still red, nodded. Despite being together for a month, Zach was still so... innocent when it came to sex. He couldn't articulate what he liked or wanted. But Fawley slowly pushed his dick into his stretched cavity. Zach pushed back, taking more of him with a moan. Fawley reached and took hold of Zach's member, already hard. He loved that Zach responded to him so much and was able to keep up with him physically. Zach had regained all the muscle he had lost and never tired easily. Plus, it hadn't even been ten minutes since they orgasmed, and he was raring to go.

Fawley gently thrusted into him from his position, while he pumped his hard cock. Zach just took it all in, even pushing back to really let him go deep. Rowena's missing nuts, he loved him. Loved that Zach listened so well. Loved that he was gentle and innocent. Loved that he always wanted to do more. Curse or not, Zach enjoyed it, enjoyed being together, and Fawley did, too. He enjoyed every second of it. He never wanted this to end. Zach was perfect for him.

Fawley leaned down and his teeth found Zach's shoulder. He clamped on, not hard enough to break skin, but he was definitely going to have a mark. Zach lifted up into him, nosily urging him. Fawley gripped his cock, sliding up and down as he pressed harder into him. He loved Zach's little, and sometimes loud, utterances of content.

"More?" Fawley whispered, letting go of his shoulder.

"Yes... please...."

He obliged him, rolled them over until Zach was under him, his ass pressed up into him, ready. His legs stretched Zach's into the proper position, and Fawley's dick had never came out of his rectum once. Merlin, he loved that Zach could follow his movements so perfectly. Zach steadied, as though he knew that Fawley was watching him. He waited, crouched on all fours, ass shamelessly on display, for instructions. Keith fucking loved him.

"You're such a good boy, Zach," he whispered, and Zach trembled underneath him but said nothing.

He was much more obedient and compliant when it wasn't the curse driving his erection. Zach would stay in this position for as long as Fawley wanted, without any words need be spoken. Holy Rowena, he was an unapologetic submissive, and Fawley loved every second that they were together. He waited for a few minutes, but Zach didn't move. Fawley would have to wait a long time for him to break, he knew. Zach had patience and a certain tolerance for pain.

"You're being so good for me, I shouldn't torment you any longer," he murmured, as he slowly rolled his hips forward and back.

Zach tried to keep quiet, but he wanted more.

"Don't come until I do," he commanded and Zach trembled. Fawley knew that as long as it wasn't the curse, Zach could obey much easier.

Fawley drove deeper and harder, slowly upping the pace, and Zach moaned, taking every hit. It didn't take long to unload into his hole, again. Zach immediately came as he did, dropping to the bed. Fawley didn't pull out, just dropped next to him and grabbed his wand on the bedtable. He cleaned the mess, cast a Warming Charm and pulled the blanket over them, snuggling up close to Zach. His lover was out before he could even ask him if he was hungry or thirsty. He'll have to make him eat as soon as he wakes up. Aftercare was important. Fawley did slip on the cock ring before he also fell asleep.

It was a few hours later when Zach twitched from a bad dream. He never would tell him what he dreamt about, just looked for support and comfort when he did wake up from a nightmare. Fawley didn't hesitate to give it whenever Zach needed him. After a whimper, he gently woke him by pulling out. Zach silently gasped when his eyes opened. He was so quick to control his reactions. Sometimes he thought he could only see Zach's real emotions when they were fucking, though Zach couldn't handle eye contact very long. Luckily, Fawley preferred a rear mount.

"Are you okay, honey?"

He only nodded, which didn't reassure him at all. When Zach was scared, he didn't like to talk.

"Zach? Please talk to me? What was it about?"

It alarmed him more when Zach's fingers found the spot on his arm that he had scratched raw when he lost it a month ago.

"Shh... baby. Don't scratch. I'm right here for you," Fawley said, using his smooth voice and wrapping his arms tighter around Zach's chest, cinching his arm into him.

Tension slowly left his shoulders and tears came. Fawley always thought that it was a good thing. Zach buried his emotions deep, and crying was a way to express it. He always reassured Zach that it was okay to cry, great actually. But as hard as he tried, Zach would rarely tell him why he was upset. He just tried to be as supportive as possible. When Zach slowly turned in place, his watery eyes glanced up into his for only a second, before placing his lips to his chest. It was clear that he was begging him for something, but what?

"Tell me, Zach. I will fix it," he promised.

Zach shook his head and just leaned into him. His fear was palpable. Whatever Zach dreamed about had frightened him beyond words. Fawley just rubbed his back and tried to encourage him to talk. But when he heard Zach's stomach growl, he made him get out of bed and eat. He did, very slowly, but his eyes had a glassy look in them that he didn't like. Fawley watched him carefully, but he saw no signs that Zach was coming out of his funk. But then he heard a tapping at the window. He got out and opened it, for his father's owl to soar in and land on the back of his chair.

"I wrote to my father yesterday," he explained, almost like he was talking to the wall, as Zach was still out of it. Fawley removed the note. The owl left without waiting for a reply, and he unrolled the message.

Keith,

I will gladly allow you to bring your partner home. You don't have to ask. As long as you are serious about this boy, I will never be upset to meet them or let you share a room in your own home. I can't deny I've been worried about you settling down before now, but I'm not going to dictate how you live your life, as long as you are being safe and treating your companions with respect. You are a Fawley, and I hope I have instilled in you a desire to do good. But you have never disappointed me, my son. So, I hope to see you and your partner for a break. If not, know you have your mother's love, as well as mine. Your brother, I'm sure, will miss beating you in every Christmas game, but we will respect whatever you decide.

Love, dad

Keith smiled as he read the letter. He loved his dad so much and missed his family. And Logan certainly doesn't beat me every game, dad! he thought, annoyed as he sat back at the table. Zach glanced up at him.

"My dad wrote back and... I know you said that you weren't going home, but he said that you can come to my house for a break!" Fawley said, expecting a happy reaction from Zach, but that was not what happened.

Zach stood up immediately, his eyes wide and locked onto his, a complete turnaround from a minute ago. "No!"

He got up too, confused. "Zach?"

"No! We're staying here!" he yelled, glaring at him.

Fawley's eyes narrowed. Zach was ordering him to do something. Play was one thing, but this was something else. He might command Zach in bed, but he always gave him a choice to opt-out. "We aren't staying here. My family expects me to come home. I want to go and I'm going. My father extended you an invitation, and you're welcome to come. Or you can stay here by yourself!"

But something in Zach snapped. He suddenly lunged at him, driving him back into the wall next to the table. He was surprised by the attack and Zach's strength. He was pinned into the wall and tried to throw Zach back. It was then he realized that Zach was actually stronger than he was. Fawley felt fear for the first time as he stared back into Zach's crazed eyes.

"No... we have to stay here!" Zach growled, his arms grabbing onto his shoulders. His eyes were desperate... focused solely on him.

No way Fawley was going to be manhandled without a fight. He twisted out from his grip and sidestepped out, catching one of his arms in a vice-grip, and they started to wrestle. He didn't forget that Zach had the advantage, and he could easily lose this fight. Zach didn't back down, trying to get control, again. Fawley felt a fist into his side and winced from the pain. He threw Zach backward, and as he did, Zach's right fist connected to his eye.

"Oww! Fuck!" he yelped, grabbing his eye. It hurt just as much as the last time Zach hit him, when he first met him, almost two months ago.

Zach, however, did not stop and pinned him back to the wall. "No... we are staying here, Fawley!" His voice had a hit of desperation and panic, but Keith didn't care. Zach was using his more powerful physique to control him, and Keith wasn't sure how this would end. He didn't have the strength to stop him from doing anything.

Through his one good eye, he spotted his wand and said, "Accio wand!"

It listened and came to his hand. He didn't even voice another spell, but Zach was sent sprawling to the floor, looking bewildered. He managed to get to his feet, a little groggy and shocked, but kept his distance. Fawley wasn't going to take chances and pointed his wand at him in warning as he shook out his head from Zach's punch. Blood was coming out of his nose, but he didn't think Zach broke it. The head shot had just grazed his temple and ridge. Zach took a step toward him, his hands raised.

"Don't fucking come near me!" Keith hissed, debating a variety of curses.

"F-Fawley? I'm sorry. I d-didn't m-mean..." he stammered, almost amazed by his own gall.

"Well, you did. Get out!" he hissed.

Zach was only wearing pants, like him, but he almost shrieked, "No! Please! I'm sorry, I just panicked!"

"I don't want to hear it! Grab your robes and get out now!" he said, shaken by the unexpected attack. He had never been caught so off guard before. If there had been a little more aggression on Zach's part and he could have done anything he wanted.

"I can't... I need you," he whispered.

"You just hit me!"

"It... was an accident!"

"Oh, really? You accidentally threw me into the wall? You accidentally hit me in my side and my face? Fuck you, Zach! Get out now, before I make you," he threatened, twisting his wand in his shaking hand.

"Fawley...."

"I said grab your robes and get out!"

Zach slowly picked his robes off the floor and walked past him. "I'm sorry. I don't know wh-"

"Save it!" he hissed and opened the door with his wand. "Go!"

Zach walked out the door under his wandpoint. As soon as he crossed the threshold, Fawley shut and locked the door with a few spells. He let out the breath he was holding. Fuck, he had almost been afraid of Zach. What the hell was that all about? He had no idea, but be damned if he would allow his partner to abuse him! He went to the loo mirror, and a black eye was already forming. He staunched the blood and healed the bruise as much as possible, before he backed into the wall and slid down to the floor.

Tears came as he tried to understand what had happened. He was happy. He was thrilled at the idea of bringing Zach home to meet his family. It was the promise of something longer... permanent. Then suddenly, Zach just snapped. The attack took him entirely by surprise. There was no aggression, no argument. Zach just attacked him for no reason. He panicked? What the actual fuck? It didn't make any fucking sense!

It took a long while to calm down, but he got up and sat by the fire. He didn't want to choose the path he was going to take, but there was no fucking reason to hit your partner. He knew without a doubt that Zach was waiting outside his door and would stay there all night. Fawley wasn't afraid now that he had his wand. He had never seen Zach even try to do magic, and he had no idea why. He suspected that Zach gave up on learning at some point. But Keith would have to face him soon. Zach's stuff was here and, fuck, he had that blasted cock ring on.

He couldn't believe that he had gotten himself into this situation. Tears came out again as he watched the fire slowly burn. He dozed off from exhaustion, but kept waking back up. He couldn't even sleep, and he probably wouldn't for a long time. When it was nearly dawn, he knew that he had to face him as twelve hours had passed. It would hurt Zach physically if he left it on any longer. He steeled his resolve and got dressed. It occurred to him that he didn't care about missing a day of classes. He summoned his owl, wrote a note to the headmistress and packed his bag.

He took a deep breath in. He had the strength to do this... to walk away. He opened the door, and Zach was crying on his knees in front of it. "Get in here," he ordered.

Zach scrambled to obey and crawled inside. He remained on his knees as he cried, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Sorry ain't going to cut it. Stand up!" he growled.

Zach slowly obeyed, fear evident in his every move. His red-rimmed eyes looked at him, imploring his forgiveness. "Fawley... please...."

"I'm going to take the cuff off, alright?" Keith asked, and when Zach stared blankly at him. "Answer me!"

He only nodded.

Fawley slipped his hand down his pants of his open robes, removed it, and then set the cuff on the table. "We are done, Zach."

"No!" he gasped. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you!"

"Well, you did. You're on your own, now."

Zach dropped to his knees, again. "Please don't do this!"

"I'm not going to accept someone who hits me to be in my life, Zach. You did it, now live with the consequences."

"Fawley, please!" he cried, tears streaming down his face.

"No! You can stay here for break if you want... but I want you gone by the time I get back."

"Please don't! I have nowhere to go!"

"Not my problem. Go back to South Tower or Hufflepuff for all I care. Just be gone from my room!"

"Fawley! I n-need you... please!" he pleaded, grabbing his robes.

"Not enough obviously! You still attacked me for no damn reason! I was scared, Zach... of you! Rowena-only-knows what you would have done if I hadn't managed to summon my wand. I have never hurt you like that, nor tried to use my influence or power over you! I have never taken advantage of you, used that cuff to control you or demand you obey me. And if you think what we do when we have sex counts, then I'm sorry if I ever made you feel that way."

"No, you n-never d-did," he stuttered. "I l-liked being w-with you."

"Then I didn't deserve that! That's the second time you hit me, and there isn't going to be a third. But I'm going. I'm leaving early. Happy Christmas, Zach," he spat, as he ripped his robes free.

"Please don't do this!"

"No, Zach! After everything I've done... and you hit me? I don't tolerate abuse. Goodbye, Zach," he said as he grabbed his bag and walked out the door, leaving him sobbing on the floor.

Happy belated Christmas! Hope it went well!I hope you all don't hate me for taking two and a half months to post a new chapter, but I've been occupied. I also been writing other stories when I get writer's block or whatever. If you haven't checked out Blind - Drarry in my works, please do. That's what I was writing mostly whilst I've been gone. It's completed, but I got a few others going. Helps keep the creative juices flowing, lol. 

I did want to get to Christmas in the 온라인카지노게임 for it in real life but it didn't happen. Oh, well. 

I may edit again, as I rushed the review. Sorry for lying to you all about having it out on Christmas, but I couldn't put it out even unedited. Was stuck on a few transitions in the chapter,  or it would have only been piecemeal. Yay dragons!

Was the smut too much? lol. But poor Fawley....