Draco Malfoy, Broken

50 – Limits, Part 2

Published: 6/14/19

Updated: 6/16/19 for minor spelling/grammar edits

Harry's heart was nearly exploding, as he climbed into the bed. Draco was speaking, which was already cause for celebration, but he was... wanting more. Harry was shaking with the possibilities, but took every movement slowly. He didn't want to scare Draco when he was making such strides.

"Come here," Draco said, patting the spot by the pillows, piled up against the headboard.

Harry did as he said and sat up against the headboard, leaning into Draco's green silk pillows. Draco sat on his lap, his knees up against the sides of his hip, nothing but their boxers separating their erect cocks.

"Can we try... things?" he asked, quietly.

"We can try anything, Draco," Harry said, eagerly. "I want to be with you, however you want me."

Draco didn't waste any more time and went for Harry's neck. The sweet spot that made Harry's insides turn to jelly and blood race south. He moaned as Draco's soft lips, sucked on his neck roughly, definitely leaving marks all over.

"Draco..." he purred, basking in Draco's grip.

Merlin, it felt so good. Harry didn't know where to put his arms. He wanted to touch Draco, so badly that it hurt, but it wasn't allowed. His hands gripped Draco's blankets as a way to anchor himself as Draco lapped at his Adam's apple. He nearly bucked when Draco switched to his mouth, thrusting his tongue in and out, meeting Harry's. They were both gasping for air by the time Draco finished. Then he kissed his neck softer and took ahold of Harry's wrists. He lifted both his arms over his head. Harry didn't resist, enjoying Draco's hands on him, commanding his moves.

Draco brought them to the headboard, elongating Harry's abdomen, stretching his muscles. Harry enjoyed the feeling, especially as Draco was still pressing his lips to his skin. Harry let out another groan, enjoying every second, but heard the clicks of metal on metal, before he felt the cold steel on his wrists. Draco lifted up off him and smiled. Harry glanced upward at his hands, now firmly secured by chrome cuffs to the frame of Draco's bed. His mouth gaped open in surprise. It took him a second more to figure out what was happening.

But Harry grinned widely at the handcuffs. "You kept them?"

"You're okay? Is it okay?" Draco said, a little embarrassed and avoiding Harry's eyes. He was asking permission to continue.

Harry stared at him. If anyone else had tied him up in this position, he might have been worried, but it was Draco. Harry didn't think he would or could hurt him. Harry was fine with it, but it spoke volumes as to what Draco's mindset was. He's so worried about me touching him that he would resort to this? Harry controlled his expression though. Draco needed his encouragement.

"I'm okay, Draco. I trust you," Harry whispered, truthfully.

Draco blushed slightly. His fingers faintly rubbing his chest. "I can loosen them... if they're too tight...."

"They're okay."

"You sure? Do you want the unlocking spell?"

"You locked it with more than Alohomora can handle?" Harry said, surprised.

Draco nodded slightly and still not meeting his eyes. Merlin, Draco was paranoid.

"No... unless you plan on leaving me here?" Harry chuckled. Draco shook his head, still focusing on Harry's chest.

"You're really okay... with this?" Draco asked, shaking slightly.

"I am, Draco. It's fine," Harry said, fervently.

Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry on the lips before moving back to his neck. Harry moaned under his attention, stretching out his throat to give Draco more access. Draco took it and sucked it so hard that he was practically biting him, scrapping his teeth slightly across his skin. Draco moved down to his collarbone, nudging that hypersensitive part in his clavicle with his tongue. Harry squirmed as the nerves surged from the concentration.

"Whoa... that tickles..." Harry giggled.

Draco smiled as he kissed Harry's chest. "You can't escape me, now, Undesirable Number 1."

"Undesirable?" Harry hedged.

"Desirable Number 1, then?" Draco hummed, glancing up at him with a smirk, before returning to devouring Harry's open chest.

"Holy F'n balls, Draco!" Harry spluttered as Draco took a gentle hold of his nipple with his soft lips.

Draco hadn't gone this far before, as he sucked on his captive prey. Harry lifted off the bed slightly, but Draco didn't stop. Harry was so aroused that it was to the point of pain. Harry pulled uselessly on the cuffs, realizing that they had not set up limits. Harry didn't want him to stop and Draco was acting... taking charge. Harry thought maybe he could get some words out of him in before Draco shut him down.

"Y-You know...t-that if we are g-going to do things l-like this, we should have a safe w-word," Harry said as Draco continued to give attention to his now tender nipples.

"Safe word?" Draco asked, before continuing to suckle him.

Harry frowned when Draco didn't know the word, but was determined to carry on the conversation. "Safe w-word... it's a word th-that you and I c-can use to ask the other person to stop."

Draco lifted his head up halfway to listen. "Why can't you just say 'stop'?"

"Well, it's a little more complicated than that, Draco," Harry started, but Draco went back to exploring his chest with his tongue. "It's w-when y-you n-need a w-word that... oh fucking Merlin!"

Draco had gone down Harry's stomach and his abdomen spasmed. Draco found his tickle spot and fixated on it. His lips opening and closing on Harry's skin and Harry couldn't help but squirm.

"We c-can talk about th-this l-later..." Harry stuttered out. He wasn't going to bother wasting time with conversation.

Draco had advanced further down his body. Harry's heart started thumping faster as he had a feeling where this was going. Draco's pale fingers tugged lightly at his waistband, as he continued his oral assault on his skin. Harry was shaking with anticipation and somewhat in fear. He had only a vague idea what was going to happen, but Draco's grey eyes looked up at him, concerned. He probably could see the panic in his eyes. No one had ever gone this far with him before. Draco smiled wickedly. He was in control. Harry was happy for him, but that didn't mean he wasn't scared.

"D-Draco?" Harry whispered, hesitantly. He didn't want him to stop, but couldn't quite keep the fear out of his voice.

"Harry? Can I... keep going?" Draco asked, leaning into his hips.

"Yes," Harry said, though slightly uncertain. He didn't know exactly what Draco meant, but he wanted to let him have the power to do whatever he wanted.

Draco caressed his cheek and maintained eye contact. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, Draco. I'm fine."

Draco stared at him, as though steeling his resolve, and asked, "Can I take off your boxers?"

Harry almost choked. He went beet red. Holy Dumbledore, he wished he had some experience to fall back on. All he had was Hermione's sex book. "Y-Yeah?" he managed to get out. He hadn't been expecting this. Draco hadn't given much sign that he was ready to go this far. Then again, he had. Harry was still reeling from the feel of Draco's hand around his cock.

"Are you sure?" Draco said, playfully, his lip curling.

"Are you?" Harry countered, his eyebrow raised. He didn't want Draco to feel pressured into doing anything he wasn't ready for.

"I'm sure... are you?" Draco asked again and massaged Harry's chest, losing some of his confidence. Harry knew that this was about to be one-sided. And it could either hurt Draco or help him.

"I'm yours, Draco," Harry whispered and Draco kissed him.

"I'll take care of you. Just relax," Draco said, though Harry could tell he was nervous, too.

"You don't have to do this..." Harry felt required to say, even if Draco was the one in complete control of the situation.

"I know, but I want to. I want to do this... if you're okay with it. I wouldn't want to take advantage of you... after all," Draco said, kissing him and gently ran his fingers through Harry's hair.

"I'm your prisoner, Draco," Harry said, smiling.

Draco was trembling, but didn't waste any more time talking. He began kissing his way down Harry's body, quicker this time. His fingers trailed down his sides, make him giggle, again. Merlin, he hated that he was so ticklish. Dudley had been a real prick growing up because of it. But he realized that he would even think of asking Draco to stop, no matter how much it tickled. He loved it too much. Draco's fingers, once again, rested on his waistband and slid under it. He glanced up worriedly at Harry. Harry tried to relay that it was fine, before giving a single nod. He was trying not to shake.

Draco smirked and scooted off Harry's lap, down his legs more, giving Harry his knees back, but not much. Draco admired Harry's tented boxers and hesitantly set his hand on top of it. Bolts of electricity shot through him as Draco playfully squeezed the tip. Fuck, shit, hell, fuck... Harry thought, as nothing but expletives shot through his head. He really needed to learn better words as Draco moved his hand and slowly pulled his boxers further down his waist. He stopped when he reached the mattress.

"Lift up, darling," Draco whispered.

Harry forgot how to breathe... and apparently how to use his muscles. After some mental restructuring, he managed to put weight on his shoulders and flex his hips upward. Draco slid his boxers from under his butt and down enough that Harry's dick sprung upward, finally free of all restraint. He was embarrassed slightly, being essentially on display, but Draco didn't hesitate to run his finger along the side of his dick. Harry nearly jumped out of his skin. He was shaking and there was no hiding how aroused he was as precum juices gushed out of his tip.

"Okay, there?" Draco asked playfully.

Harry's throat was empty. His jaw clenched shut, permanently it seemed. Say something, damnit! he told himself. He nodded jerkily, unable to do anything else. Draco chuckled, but suddenly looked scared. He was taking a big step right now, they both knew it. Harry made some concerned grunting noises, trying to stop him, but Draco shook his head.

"I'm fine... just don't...."

Don't? Don't what? Harry wanted to ask, but his jaw wasn't going to move that easy. He watched in amazement as Draco lowered his head. Oh fuck! he screamed internally. It was going to happen. Draco really was... fuck. Harry's ability to form coherent thoughts was gone as Draco's pink lips slipped around his head. He nearly came right then and there, but held it back, because that would be embarrassing. Draco moved down and smooth, silky warmness covered more of his cock. Harry's body was on fire and he struggled to breathe. Draco took it more, more than Harry thought possible could fit.

Suddenly, without warning, Draco started to suck, creating more pressure. His lips moved gently along his shaft, bobbing almost, and his tongue... his tongue swirled along the underside. Harry moaned shamelessly under Draco's tongue-action. It took everything to stop himself from thrusting into Draco's mouth, a visceral need driving him. But Harry knew he couldn't do it. Draco wasn't expecting it. The 'don't' before they started might have been... don't do that. Harry just pulled on his restraints as an anchor to keep him from completing that action.

His jaw finally relaxed enough for him to garble out, "Drrracccooo...."

Draco continued sucking and going up and down his member. Harry suddenly hit the back of Draco's throat, but he didn't stop, even when Harry yelped. Draco hummed, as though chuckling. Harry glanced down and shuddered at the image of Draco's beautiful face around him. Draco didn't seem upset, that was the most important part. He looked up at him and a rare glint in his eye.

Pleasure ripped through Harry and he could barely squeak out a warning, "I'm g-going to..."

Draco eased back, but didn't pull out. Harry yanked hard on the handcuffs and nearly lifted off the bed. His vision went black as he came, hard. Draco took it all, drinking it up and swallowing. Harry sagged back into the pillow, covered in sweat and sedated. That had been amazing! He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, but jolted when he felt Draco run his tongue across his slit.

"Fucking fuck!" Harry said. He swore Draco was a sadist, sometimes.

"Language, Potter," Draco drawled. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't fall asleep."

"You didn't have to... freakin' frick!" Harry squirmed as Draco's hand took ahold of him and was massaging the head.

"What's wrong, Harry?" he asked just like last time.

"Please? Draco?" he pleaded, shaking from the over-stimulation.

Draco removed his hand and slowly pulled his boxers back up, giving Harry some modesty. Then he lifted himself onto Harry's stomach. He kissed him and Harry could taste something different... salty, but a hint of sweetness.

Draco stopped to say. "You taste good, Harry."

Harry didn't hesitate to kiss him back. He wanted to taste Draco, too. He wanted to do... that to him. But he knew it wasn't going to happen. Draco's t-shirt, the cuffs and his hesitant demeanor was enough proof of Draco's limits. Draco rolled off him, snuggling up against his side. Suddenly, the cuffs unlocked and Harry's arms fell to his chest. Harry turned to face him, wanting nothing more but feel Draco. He moved his hands forward, but stopped himself. He always had to be careful with Draco.

He looked into Draco's eyes and they were calm, soft. "You can touch me, Harry."

Harry hesitantly placed his hands on Draco's chest, feeling instant relief. He put his head under Draco's chin and wiggling in closer. He wanted to touch as much of him as possible. Draco wrapped his arms around him, and rubbed his back, reassuringly.

"Are you alright?" Draco whispered in his ear.

"Alright? I'm fucking high as a kite, right now."

"What's a kite?"

"It's a muggle toy that flies in the air... on a string."

"Oh, one of their magic power devices?"

"No," Harry laughed. "Just the air lifts it upward."

"Hmmm..." Draco paused, skeptically. "Was that good?"

Harry tried to look up at him, but Draco tightened his grip. He sighed. "It was literally the best thing that ever happened to me. It was wonderful... thank you."

"You're welcome. You looked scared out of your wits."

"Ha ha. I don't suppose you'd let me return the favor?" Harry asked, hopefully.

"No, I took care of me."

"What? When?" Harry asked, trying to remember. He hadn't noticed anything, but he wasn't paying attention to Draco's hands.

"While I was... sucking you off," Draco said, quite embarrassed.

"Oh... I would have done it for you," Harry said, quietly. He had only the basic knowledge of what to do. Mostly from what he just learned from Draco. It chilled him thinking that Draco knew.

"It's okay. I wanted to come with you," Draco said, barely above a whisper.

Harry's fingers pressed up against Draco's fine shirt. He wished it was his skin, but he had already gotten more than he deserved today. Merlin, they were so close, but it felt like there was a wall in between them. Harry knew whatever he felt wasn't important. Draco was his priority. He had to reassure him, more than anything else.

"You were amazing, Draco. I loved every second of it."

"The cuffs weren't too much?" he asked, nervously.

Harry shook his head. "Whatever makes you feel better... stronger, Draco. I want you to be happy. Safe. That's my only concern."

Draco sniffled a little and kissed the top of his head. "I love you, Harry."

"I love you, too," he whispered back and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Harry slipped into a dream of warmth and comfort that was shattered when the door opened abruptly and slammed into the wall. Did we even lock it? Harry wondered and realized Theo's recognizable bulk went straight to the bathroom. Draco was shaking at the sudden wake-up.

"Hey, it's just Theo..." Harry said and broke off. He didn't close the door. Something's wrong. He lifted up and kissed Draco, to try to calm him. "I'm just going to shut the door."

He got up and locked the door. Draco had gotten out of bed and was standing by the entrance to the bathroom. He slowly knocked.

"Theo? What's wrong?" Draco said and Harry pulled on his shirt. Harry heard Theo grunt in pain and Draco opened the door. "Theo?"

Harry came around the bed to look. Theo's blood was dripping onto the floor. His nose looked broken and he had a black eye.

"I'm fine," Theo said, fixing his nose, himself.

"W-What happened?" Draco asked, shaking.

Theo stopped whatever he was about to do and turned to him. "I'm fine, Draco. Completely fine. Don't panic."

Draco seemed a little appeased, but Harry wanted answers. "Who was it?"

"Same assholes. Caught me on the way back. I got a few of them though. Rivers and Wayne will be out for the night and I gave Smith a black eye of his own. They came out of nowhere."

"Are you sure you're okay? We can go to the hospital wing...."

"I said I'm fine!" Theo shouted and Draco shrunk down. "Damn it, I'm sorry."

Harry took boyfriend's hand as he muttered, "S'okay."

"They didn't get very far into it. One of them said, 'Someone's coming' and dropped me. Wasn't more than a minute or two."

"They just punched you? No spells?" Harry asked.

"Nah, those assholes didn't get much in. They're lucky there was so many of them. But Blaise is going to be pissed."

Draco nodded. "I'm sorry."

Theo whirled on him and almost growled, "Do not say you are sorry! It isn't your fault. None of this is your fault. You didn't ask Voldemort to come back. You didn't make them be assholes. You had no part in what happened."

"It's cause you're protecting me."

"The way you protected me from the older Slytherins? The way you helped me heal after my father died. I know what you told Blaise last year, before Easter, too. I still owe you so much. If you really want, you can take it out of the debt I owe you," Theo said, staring at him.

Harry looked between them awkwardly, as they hadn't stopped staring at each other. Draco leaned in and Theo wrapped his arms around him. Draco didn't cringe away, he relaxed, like he did with Blaise. He trusted Theo. When they separated, Theo touched his face.

"I'm fine. Just mad, but you two missed dinner."

"We can go to the kitchen and get something," Harry suggested.

"They just attacked Theo and you want to go out there?" Draco said, incredulously.

"I'm hoping they will. They attack me and I'll report them, after I hex the ever-loving bubotuber pus out of them. But I could just go get food for you and bring it back."

Draco smirked. He couldn't believe a coward like Zacharias Smith would think to attack Harry. He nodded. "Okay, I'll come."

Harry eyed Theo who was syphoning the blood off his clothes with his wand. "What?"

"Just making sure you're not lying to Draco," Harry said and walked over to locate his clothes.

"Wouldn't dream of it. I can go with you, if you want," Theo offered.

"No, we'll be fine. I'll go tell Daphne on our way out," Draco said and pulled on his robes, too.

"Thanks. Don't make her worry... I'll tell her what happened."

"I won't," Draco said and Harry walked out into the staircase without a care. He was ready to hunt.

Luckily, only Hermione, Daphne and Luna were in the common room, having just returned from dinner themselves. Draco said that Theo was up in their room. Daphne sensed something was wrong but didn't press them for answers. Harry only nodded to Luna and Hermione and led Draco out the door.

Why go after Theo, though? Harry wondered as they walked. Theo wasn't even a main target. He didn't agitate Smith and others. He wasn't outgoing. Harry really didn't like the offhand comments the Slytherins made to each other. They all were bound by unbreaking loyalty to events that Harry had no idea about. He never heard about Theo's dad before the reunion and what happened at the Easter Break. Protecting Theo from the older Slytherins? Why? Blaise was even harder to figure out. Just that his third year was rough. Why? Everything seemed so painful, that they all knew exactly what to say or not to say.

Harry felt like everything he had gone through didn't even compare to the three Slytherins. They had embraced the pain in a way that made his insides squirm. No wonder they were such jerks to everybody else.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked, after they walked down a few sets of stairs without saying anything.

"This shit is getting old."

"Yeah...."

"Draco..." Harry tried. "Can I ask you about what Theo said?"

"I guess," he said, warily.

"He said that you protected him from the older Slytherins... why did he need protecting?"

Draco was silent as they descended to the third floor. "He didn't really talk that much. They thought he was... brain damaged... you know that word that people use. He's not, but they weren't kind. I would have helped him, regardless."

"I'm sorry. That's cruel."

"You learn to have tough skin in Slytherin."

"They hurt him?"

"Humiliation more. He wouldn't defend himself, verbally. It brings attention and that is one thing he tries to avoid, which is why he doesn't talk much."

"That Easter Break comment?"

Draco trembled and nearly missed a step. "It was nothing."

"Draco... you're pale...er. I'm sorry if I...."

"No, it's alright."

"Then?"

"Harry... I was on a short line. I didn't think I'd make it back from break... alive. I told Blaise that if anything happens to me, to take Theo and run. Never come back. I couldn't let him become a Death Eater... either of them. It'd destroy both of them."

"That seems like a good idea. Why did he make it out like it was more?"

Draco stopped and slowly started. "I made Blaise promise."

"Well...."

"And that... he had to leave me to die, if need be. I made him promise."

Harry raised an eyebrow at his tone. Draco didn't outright say it, but whatever happened, was painful to all parties involved. "I'm sorry." What else could he say?

"I came back and you saved us all. So, it didn't matter in the end."

"It matters to Theo... and Blaise, I'm guessing. And if you told them to leave you for dead, they still came back during the battle to help you."

"You... they came to help you. We were fighting for you, Harry."

"I don't believe you. That you all supported me, I believe. That you all hated Voldemort, sure. But they knew you were still at Hogwarts and came to rescue you. Helping me was just a bonus. They weren't going to let you go back to him, no matter what happened."

Draco stopped and looked at him, his forehead furrowed as he contemplated what he had said. He nodded. "I think you are right."

"I'm always right."

"Yeah, sure, oh Chosen One."

"I prefer Savior of the Wizarding World, if you please."

"Prat."

"Or that... git."

"You really think that we are safe, walking alone?"

"My wand is at the ready."

"Okay... we didn't really need food though."

"You're not up to weight yet, Draco. I want to see Kreacher, too. Besides, I think your dorm mate wants some alone time with Daphne."

Draco looked at him, with an eyebrow raised. "How'd you know that?"

"They both stayed behind when we practiced and got even weirder when we showed back up. And I didn't think that was possible."

"It's new. They haven't been in a real relationship before, neither of them."

"Hmmm... how do you think Blaise is going to take it?"

"Their relationship? Fine."

"No, I meant the attack."

"Not good. He's very protective of him. Not that Theo really needs that kind of protection. He's not hurt as much as me."

Harry refrained from asking how Theo is hurt and reached up to tickle the pear. The doorway opened and Draco followed him inside. The door shut behind them and walked down into the kitchens. As expected the house elves greeted him warmly, including the elders Harry had met the last time he visited Kreacher.

"Harry! Welcome back!" they cried and Harry smiled wide.

"Thank you! This is Draco."

Kreacher appeared in front of them. "Harry! Draco! Kreacher has missed you!"

"I've missed you, too Kreacher. Have you been doing alright?" Harry said, dropping down to his knees to accept a hug from him.

"Kreacher is very happy here!"

"I'm glad. I'm going to Ms. Andy's house, tomorrow...."

"And Kreacher can come?"

"Of course. You know, Kreacher, you can go see Elsie whenever you want."

Kreacher looked at him. "Harry gives Kreacher permission...."

"No, I don't give you anything. You have the free will to go wherever you want, Kreacher. I'm not your master. No one has the right to own you."

The house elves around them shared unsure looks. "Free" was past all limits they have ever known. Free meant disgrace, rejection. Kreacher was not those things. He tilted his head. He didn't seem offended like a few of the elves were.

"Kreacher can go now?"

"I'm not giving you any permission, Kreacher. You can choose to go... or not. You are free to make that choice, yourself."

Kreacher nodded. "I will go and help Elsie get ready for tomorrow."

"Have fun, Kreacher. I wish you well."

"Thank you, Harry," Kreacher said, with a smile and disappeared.

All the elves were startled by this action, but Harry shrugged. "I'm going to take some the food leftover from dinner over there, if you don't mind us being here."

"We can gets it!" an elf squeaked.

"I wouldn't dream of interfering during your off time. Please relax and ignore us. We're sorry for intruding, but we missed dinner."

"You don't have to apologize, you are Harry. You are always welcome," one of the elders said.

"Thanks!" Harry said, and he walked over to the platters of food. Draco trailed behind him. Harry piled food onto two plates and looked at Draco, who was staring at him. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Let's go to the Owlery."

"Allow me, Harry!" a female house elf said and before he could protest, both he and Draco were jumped to the Owlery, again. "Goodnight, Harry! If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask! We are friends!"

She disappeared and Draco looked at him. "You are an enigma, Potter. How the heck did you do that?"

"I didn't do anything. Kreacher can do whatever he wants."

"I know that. It doesn't mean they'll do it."

Harry shrugged. "Let's eat."

They sat out on the balcony, eating their food in the cool air. Draco was still mumbling under his breath how crazy it was. Harry didn't think it was crazy at all. They respected Kreacher and if Harry had gotten him to agree to his freedom, the others would to.

"What's on your wrist?" Draco suddenly asked.

Harry looked and saw red circles on both his wrists. "Oh... must have been the cuffs."

Draco's jaw dropped and he looked horrified. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't care... or notice. My mind was on other matters."

Draco let out a few tears and looked away.

"Hey... I'm fine. I swear, Draco. I didn't mind anything. I didn't even notice it," Harry said, and it took a minute before Draco looked at him, again. "I'm okay. I promise."

Draco pulled out his wand. He pointed at his wrists and murmured a spell. The torn skin healed and bruising faded. Remarkable. Usually, one needs a bruise salve for that.

"You can heal bruises? Why have you been using a glamour on our hickeys?"

"I didn't know I could. I just drew on my core and focused it," Draco said, and he looked a little tired, now.

"You didn't have to do that," Harry said.

"You want everyone to know you were tied up?" Draco pointed out.

"Oh yeah... but I don't really care."

"I do. We've been hanging out a lot together lately. They have that map. They can see that we've been together the last few nights... they could be watching us right now!" Draco said, suddenly.

"They could. But I don't think the South Tower was on the map. None of our rooms existed before the Battle. It was gutted, abandoned. The map doesn't add new parts of the building, like our rooms."

Draco seemed a little mollified and ate his food without any more protest. Harry Vanished their plates when they were done.

"Ready?"

Draco didn't answer. He kept looking at Harry's wrists, as though the red marks were still there.

"Draco... I'm fine. I promise."

"I didn't mean to hurt you," he said, quietly.

"I don't mind it getting a little rough, Draco. I've been through a lot... like you have. If you need to do it, then okay. I'm willing to take the pain. But I swear to you, right here and now, that I hadn't noticed a thing, until you pointed it out."

Draco nodded.

"I'm fine with whatever we do, as long as you are. If you like... bondage... tying each other down to the bed then..." Harry stopped when Draco noticeably flinched. "Draco?"

He looked away, trembling. Shit, Harry thought. He hadn't been expecting a sensitive topic. He tried a few times to get Draco's attention. He wouldn't look at him, but he wasn't stuck in a flashback. He gave him a few minutes.

"Draco... I think we need to talk about having a safe word."

He fleetingly glanced toward him, but looked away. He was listening at the very least.

"We can establish some limits... without an explanation behind them. If it gets too much... you want me to stop... or if I want you to stop... then all you have to do is say the safe word. We stop everything."

Draco looked up at the stars and didn't answer.

"You can use it... instead of saying no... or stop... or just closing up. You can vocalize your stress, where your limits are."

"I don't think I want it," Draco said, quietly.

Harry felt relieved that he was speaking. "I disagree. But I'm not going to force it on you. Just think about it okay?"

"It's because I'm the messed up one," Draco whispered.

"No. Not just that. I have limits, too."

"You're Harry Potter. You're afraid of nothing."

"You really think that? I was scared earlier," he said and Draco looked at him. "It's not just you. I was embarrassed. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. It was amazing Draco, but it doesn't mean I wasn't afraid."

"Because I used the cuffs?" Draco said, hanging his head.

"No. Not because of them. I've never been with anyone like that. I'd be confused and worried, even without the cuffs. They actually helped. I had something to hold onto. It's probably why the marks were so deep."

"I'm sorry," he said, with some tears.

"Don't, Draco. You checked that I was okay. I got through it. I enjoyed it. I just wanted you to see that you aren't the only one who's nervous."

Draco nodded. "Can we go back?"

"Of course."

Draco took his hand on the way back, which made Harry feel better. He couldn't help but notice how much the anxiety was building. He didn't know how Draco was doing and really didn't know that Draco would let him stay. He didn't know if he could handle being alone after that. He was ready to beg Draco to let him sleep over, again. Maybe Hermione had a point. He was becoming dependent. A slightly better addiction than alcohol, but no less devastating when he was separated from him. He held back his tremors.

Of course, Hermione was waiting in the common room when they got back. "What are you guys doing out so late?"

"It's only ten. Where is everyone?"

"Oh, I sent everyone to their room under penalty of detention. They were about ready to have it out, again. Daphne almost hexed Smith, before I stopped it. I might have used a spell or two of my own to shut him up. Are you okay?" Hermione asked, looking at Harry. She knew. She always knew. Every time she visited him during the summer and he tried to hide how mentally crippled he was, she saw it. She tried to help, but nothing worked.

"Nothing. We're just tired," Harry said and Draco looked at him and back to Hermione.

Harry pulled Draco's hand and went up to his room. Draco stopped at the door, after unlocking it. He looked at Harry. Please, don't say I can't stay, he begged. Draco cupped his face and stared and stared into his eyes, deciding.

Harry couldn't resist. "Can I stay the night?"

Draco nodded. "If you want... you don't have to."

"I want to. I want to be with you."

Draco kissed him and pulled him inside. Theo and Daphne were in bed. The privacy charms were already up, but Harry added his own. Draco brought him next to the bed. Harry didn't move an inch. Draco ran his fingers across his chest, and then slowly lifted his robes off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Harry loved when Draco did this. He took off his shirt and his pants, slowly. Harry didn't move the whole time. Draco quickly dropped his clothes and then pulled him into bed. He wanted to ask Draco just to hold him, but no words came. Draco needed his help more. He had to help Draco get better. His needs were second.

"Let's just sleep," Draco whispered. Harry nodded.

Thankfully, Draco hugged him from behind, pressing his stomach against his back. Harry took hold of his hand and brought it to his heart. He slowly relaxed, like he had been holding his breath the whole time.

"I'm sorry that I said you weren't afraid of nothing. It's just you're so much stronger than I am," Draco said, suddenly.

Harry wondered if Draco could feel how high-strung he was right now. "It's okay. I know it seems like that... but I couldn't imagine going through what you've been through... and still be up and walking around."

Draco pressed his lips to Harry's shoulder. "It's only because of you. I would have given up a long time ago."

Harry squeezed Draco's hand tightly. "Me too, Draco."

***

Narcissa smiled at the photo Harry had given her when he arrived earlier from they ate brunch. The Savior was currently flying with her great-nephew in the garden area. Andy was next to her, smiling happily, watching them. She was more relaxed then Narcissa had ever seen her.

"Hi-her! Arry!" Teddy yelled, giggling happily.

"Hang on!" Harry called out, taking the training broom to the limits of its child restraints.

"Wee! Look at me! Me-maw and auntie!"

"We see you, Teddy!" Andy called out.

"He's such a sweetie. Reminds me of Draco," Narcissa said, mirth in her eyes.

"Well, the blonde hair helps," Andy said, lightly. Teddy hadn't forgotten his coz-in at all and had also obtained a photo of his own from his godfather.

"You're still handling him okay?"

"Sure... sure. He's a good boy."

Narcissa nodded. She came over whenever she had a day off, which unfortunately, was far too often. Her hours had been cut as the library was trying to save money for new computers. Her financial troubles were getting worse. If Harry hadn't paid her rent, she would have already been put out of her apartment. She already sold nearly all of Lucius's collection of relics before Draco had been released. Plus, the Ministry's reparations were still being levied against her vaults. Twenty-five galleons a month in perpetuity. She hadn't remembered that being part of judgement, but she had no way to protest the ruling. She didn't have anyone to ask for legal advice. She did find a muggle food bank near her to help with her food situation. Andy was always willing to have her over to eat, too.

If all that wasn't enough, she was barely making the minimum payments on the loan she took from Gringotts for Draco's tuition. She realized that Harry had been infusing her account with some galleons, but it wasn't enough to cover it. She'd be sent to Gringott's debt collection soon enough. That was a horrifying thought. Andromeda, she had realized, had nothing but her retirement to live off of. She didn't have any ancestral accounts to fall back on. Her only option was Harry, who was already gifting her money. It was a real problem, that she didn't want to face.

She looked at the photo of Draco and Harry together, again, and more tears came out. Draco didn't need to know that she was at her economic limits. He wouldn't know. Gringotts would seize whatever she had left and she'd have to work off the rest at one of their holdings. They didn't treat their indentured servants too badly. They were fed and still got one day off a week. No one need know where she was. She knew when she signed the magically binding contract that she would end up in their work camps. Pay or work. Gringotts wasn't easily foiled from collecting. But Draco was worth it and she should be able to pay it off before school was over. He had to go to school. Besides she was hanging on. She hadn't defaulted, yet.

Harry finally landed and Teddy started to complain, but Harry put his foot down. They had flown for nearly an hour.

"I got to leave earlier than normal, Teddy. I'm going over to my... family's house. You remember Bill?" Harry asked and Teddy responded by changing his hair to a long bright orange and several freckles sprouted all over his face.

"Well, he's got one that down," Andy replied, with a laugh.

"Yep. Sorry, I'm not staying for dinner, Aunt Andy."

"Pish posh... go spend some time with Bill. He's such a fine, proper gentlemen."

"I'm going to make a few firecalls first, okay?" Harry asked.

"My fire is yours... we'll watch the little one."

Harry nodded and left.

Narcissa lifted Teddy onto her lap. His hair and face changed back to his "Draco look". She smiled and hugged the boy tightly.

"Auntie! You squeezin' me!" he said, squirming.

"That's cause you are so squishy!"

"I wonder who else he is calling?" Andy asked.

"Teddy... you are so cute... what? What do you mean?" Narcissa asked, tickling Teddy and trying to hold a conversation.

"He said, 'some fire calls'. Who else besides Bill?"

Narcissa shrugged and Harry came back about ten minutes later and claimed his godson.

"Oh, guess what? Bill has invited you three over for dinner!" Harry said, excitedly.

"Even me?" Narcissa said, surprised.

"Yep. He said all three of you. And I checked with Elsie, she hasn't started dinner, yet."

"Yes... she strangely asked if she could have last night off, yesterday."

"Really?" Harry asked, intrigued. "Ummm...what'd you say?"

"That she could. What kind of person do you take me for? What time will Bill be expecting us?"

"He said to come over when we are ready."

"Wait... do you really think he'd want me?" Narcissa asked, dubiously.

"Of course, he asked for you in particular to come."

"Why?" she asked. She knew that this Professor Weasley had made her son really happy in his letters. But Draco was very loveable.

"He'd be honored to meet you, he said," Harry said.

Andy gave her a pleading look and she agreed, reluctantly. Curiosity was getting to her. Her son had connected to the man and now he was inviting her into his home. They got up and went into the house to get ready. Ten minutes later, Teddy was changed, Andy got her traveling cloak and Harry took Narcissa's hand.

"I'll take you home whenever you need to leave," he promised. He had made a similar promise to Draco, she remembered.

Harry pulled her into his Apparation, while Andy and Teddy took the Floo. They landed outside the house. The small, lovely cottage sat upon the clifftop, overlooking the sea. It was so idyllic, not like the monstrosities Lucius owned, but a perfect size cottage for a couple, who already had the most important thing, each other, and needed nothing else.

"It's gorgeous," she whispered, in awe.

"It is. I thought that'd you appreciate the view from the outside... and to gather your thoughts. I hope I didn't guilt you into coming," Harry said, quietly.

"A little. I would have never accepted if Andy wasn't coming, but I wouldn't mind meeting Mr. and Mrs. William Weasley, truthfully. Draco says so many wonderful things about him."

"More I expect, after this. He's such a great brother. He's helped me a lot. I do have some problems," Harry said, hanging his head. "I wish I was better for Draco. He shouldn't have to deal with my problems on top of everything else."

She knew this, of course. Andy gave her enough stories to be worried. But they both agreed that Harry was like another person when he was with Draco. He had that sparkle in his eye and Draco did, too. Draco's letter and then Harry's arrival with their photo was no shock to either her or Andy.

"You are perfect for Draco, I'm sure, honey. You have no idea how happy you make him. Don't doubt that."

Harry nodded and took her arm, escorting her in. A role her son would have taken. She smiled. Harry knocked on the door. The new Mrs. Weasley opened it. Fleur was as beautiful in person as she had been in the papers. The champion of Beaxbaxtons. Her silvery-blond hair was beautiful and her belly was already showing.

"'Arry! Mrs. Malfoy! Do come in!" she said, opening the door wide. "Leetle Ted'ie ist al'eady 'ere."

"Uncle Bill!" Teddy screeched, running from Andy's side and jumping into William Weasley's arms.

"Well, look who's grown another foot!" Bill said, ruffling up Teddy's red hair.

"I didn' grow dat much, Uncle Bill!" Teddy pouted.

"Oh, no. You must have, cause you're so big, now!" he said, bouncing him.

Narcissa smiled, and even blushed a little when Bill looked at her. His long red hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she could see the scars from Fenrir. He handed Teddy back to Harry, to hold and took her hand, placing a kiss on it. "Welcome to our home. I'm glad you came, Mrs. Malfoy."

She went redder. She really hated that name. "T-Thank you. It was... unexpected."

"No, I don't think it was. The war is over. There are no sides anymore. We are all trying to heal from the horrors of Voldemort."

"And his Death Eaters..." she whispered, jumping straight into the thick of things. Harry squeezed her arm disapprovingly, but she wasn't going to let the subject be constantly over their heads.

"Hmm... more likely his servants. I wouldn't think to call you, and especially Draco, his servants. Unless I'm mistaken, you didn't support Voldemort."

"Never. That monster... it was horrifying enough the first time."

"Then you belong here, with your family, however distant we are," Bill said, warmly.

"Yes... we 're most 'appy to 'ave you," Fleur added, taking her husband's hand.

Narcissa had to hold back her tears, yet again. "Thank you, you have a wonderful home."

"Yes... it is perfect," Bill said and kissed his wife.

"How far along are you?" she asked, interested.

"Al'eady... five months, mon cher?"

"Yes. And almost a half."

"Do you know?"

"Yes! She will be a beauteeful girl! We were theenking abou' naming 'er Victoire Molly," she said, rubbing her enlarged belly.

"Very nice," Narcissa approved.

Fleur smiled and left after saying something about checking on dinner. Bill announced, "We are just waiting on one more."

Narcissa nodded and looked at Harry, suddenly worried about who the last guest would be. Who else would want to eat dinner with me? Bill, however, asked her or Andy if they'd like a drink or a refreshment. He served them a glass of wine. Bill handed Harry a cup of tea, without asking him. He must know about Harry's drinking problems. Teddy eagerly hopped out of Harry's arms and ran into the kitchen chasing Auntie Floor.

"Teddy!" Andy called.

"Oh, he'll be alright. Fleur's got him," Bill laughed.

"Oh no, it's what Teddy will get his hands on that I'm worried about. It wouldn't be that easy for him to ruin dinner," she said and they all laughed.

A knock on the door, made her jump slightly and Harry took her arm, again, almost reassuringly. She was nervous. Harry guided her out of the way of the door and smiled. He planned this, she realized. Bill opened the door.

"Come in! Welcome back," Bill said, inviting the newcomer in.

"Your home is just as lovely as I remember," an old voice wheezed. It sounded so familiar and she turned to see the wandmaker from her childhood. The man trapped in Lucius's dungeon on Voldemort's orders.

"I'm glad you made it, alright," he said, cordially.

"Yes, I closed early... for this occasion," Garrick Ollivander said, and his misty eyes turned to her. "Yes, Ms. Narcissa Black, how are you?"

She nodded stiffly and realized that she liked that name, much better than like Mrs. Malfoy.

"Maple and unicorn core, 11 and a half. Stout. Mr. Potter says it was destroyed during the battle and you've been without one for a while, now."

Andy put her hand on her mouth and looked at her, astonished. "Cissa! Why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't want to intrude on you, Mr. Ollivander, after what happened," she said, embarrassed.

"Every witch and wizard should have a wand," Mr. Ollivander said, coming closer, almost floating.

"I'm practically a muggle, now, and I had brought a used wand, but Draco needed it for school."

"You let him go to school with a borrowed wand?" Andy said, horrified. She knew how dangerous and finicky borrowed wands can be.

"Draco never used it," Bill said, crossing his arms. "Unless someone was watching. He hated that he had it."

"There was no choice. I couldn't find another."

"Am I that scary? I do owe the boy, I wouldn't ever turn away a child in need," Ollivander said, almost offended.

"You were a prisoner in my basement, I wouldn't intrude on your recovery."

"I spoke for your son at his trial. I hold no grudges. I could see that he, and by extension, you were trapped."

Narcissa blushed. "I also couldn't afford a new wand for either of us."

Andy had some tears in her eyes. "Oh, Cissa."

"Well, we shall have to remedy that. Mr. Potter has asked me to come and fit you with a new wand."

She looked at Harry, accusingly, and he shrugged, "I didn't think you'd agree to come to Diagon Alley with me. So... I had to make other agreements."

She felt embarrassed. "This wasn't necessary."

"It is," Harry said, firmly. "Bill told me that Draco wasn't using his wand and why. I gave him his hawthorn wand back and it still accepts him."

"It does?" Ollivander asked and he shook his head. "Of course, it does. You always defy expectations, Mr. Potter."

"That's me. But I didn't want you to be stuck with the used wand."

"I'm sure I'll be fine."

"Nonsense!" the wandmaker said and summoned a few boxes of wands.

He handed one to her and she looked helplessly at her audience. Refusing the wand would do no good. She took it and nothing happened. She tried a few more and nothing. He just brought more and after about twenty tries, one finally called to her. She felt giddy with the same excitement she felt as a child, holding her first wand. As it warmed up in her hand. She looked at Mr. Ollivander, with some tears in her eyes.

"It's all yours. My gift to such a beautiful lady. A rare wood, indeed. Rosewood and unicorn hair, twelve and quarter. Excellent for charms."

"I couldn't."

"It's done," he said, Apparating the rest of the wands, back to his store. "Now, Mr. Weasley, did I hear you say Mr. Malfoy wasn't using his wand?"

Bill frowned and nodded, shiftily.

"He was doing wandless magic, then?" Ollivander asked, directly.

"Wait... what? Wandless?" she asked, amazed. Andy had a look of amazement on her face.

"He is very proficient at it," Bill explained two the sisters. "That was another reason why I invited you over. Draco has surpassed any expectation that I or Professor McGonagall could have had. But I want to explain that you shouldn't tell anyone about it. The Ministry will not like his abilities. But I wanted to alleviate your concerns.  He will do well on his exams with the mastery he has."

That Draco was powerful hadn't surprised her. It was more that wandless magic was rare, especially if it was more than making a spoon move. But then she remembered that horrible dinner party where Lucius used Imperio on both of them. Draco didn't have a wand, but her pain was gone, inexplicitly. She hadn't known he mastered it, enough that he was using it at school. For her, that kind of magic had been always known as an unplanned, spontaneous thing.

"Thank you. I know you're helping him, he speaks so proudly about you."

"I'm merely guiding him. He's the one with the strength and talent."

"Still exceeding his limits, I see," Ollivander muttered. "I was most impressed by his spellwork I saw in his wand memories. I knew it wouldn't take much to take the next step."

Harry gave her a smile, with some amount of pride in his eyes for his boyfriend.

"Thank you," she said and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, making him blush."This has been amazing, Harry."

"Deener ist ready!" Fleur called and Teddy yelled, "Come on, 'Arry!"

"I'll be right there, Ted. I just have to talk to Bill," Harry said and pulled Bill aside.

Narcissa could barely hear any of the words between them, but "tonight" was one of them.

"Thanks," Harry said.

"Just doing my part for the cause, Harry,"  Bill said and they went in to sit down.

Narcissa watched them throughout the night and decided that Harry was into another scheme, besides forcibly equipping her with a wand. He stayed behind when Andy and Teddy left, and she knew Harry was keeping his actions secret for a reason, then she would keep them, too.

"Goodnight. Thank you all so much. I had a really great time," Narcissa said and all three of them gave her a parting hug, before she disappeared into the flames back to her cold, dark apartment.

***

Draco had spent most of Sunday in his room. They visited Blaise, but he was still weak from his shenanigans with Harper. Plus, the matron had kicked everyone out and locked the door, after he nearly exploded on the news that Theo had been attacked. Theo and Daphne took him back to his room and left him to go to Hogsmeade with Terry and Hannah to get supplies. Luna had stayed with him and soothed some of his anxieties. She said that Ginny was still "processing" everything and then made him do school work. He had some catching up to do.

Harry finally showed up around ten, thoroughly exhausted, and Luna bid them both goodnight, with a wink to him. Draco sighed. Harry asked if they could just sleep. Draco was okay with that. Saturday had been a trying experience. Harry mumbled an apology, gave him a long kiss.

"Goodnight, Dray," Harry said, smiling sleepily when the curse took effect.

"Goodnight, Love," Draco said and Harry was out in less than five seconds. He couldn't help but happily watch him sleep, for a few minutes. But he slowly wrapped his arms around him and drifting into a deep sleep, too. He didn't hear Theo or Daphne come back, but they did wake up him in the morning when Daphne took down the wards.

"Wake up, lovebirds!" she said, loudly.

"Grrgh," Draco groaned.

"Salazar, you guys are so cute!" she said. She was already dressed. Eager for the day.

"No making fun of us before we're awake," Harry muttered, his face still squashed into the mattress.

"Come on, guys. I want to see Blaise before class," Theo said, grumpily.

"Okay... we're getting up," Draco said and shook Harry. "Wake up."

"No... sleep," Harry grumbled.

Draco smirked. Teddy definitely wore him out, yesterday. He placed his hand on Harry's side and dug his fingers tips into his skin, wiggling them slightly.

"Oww... stop!" Harry said, rolling out of his grip.

"It's not my fault you're ticklish," Draco said, as Harry got out of bed.

"Yeah... but you sure do exploit it, though," Harry huffed, petulantly and Draco laughed.

Theo just looked at Harry with a smile. "Do you even own pajamas?"

Harry looked down at his bare chest and boxers and shrugged. "No?"

"You're almost making me blush, Harry," Daphne said, pretending to avert her eyes.

"Umm...."

"They're just messing with you," Draco reassured him.

"Oh... it's too early for that."

"Draco keep you up too late?" Theo asked.

Harry blushed. "No."

"I expect this from Blaise, but you, Theo?" Draco said, glancing up at Theo's face. His black eye was still prominent.

"I have to take on all of Blaise's responsibilities, including embarrassing you. Now, hurry up."

Harry just spelled clean his clothes and put them back on. Draco rolled his eyes and took a fresh set of clothes into the bathroom to change. He wasn't going to ignore all of his upbringing, though he'll admit he didn't care as much for looking so superior anymore. He cleaned and fixed his hair with magic and walked back out.

"Ready?" Theo said, impatiently.

"Yes," Draco said, grabbing his bag. After Harry stopped in at his room to grab his bag, too, Draco asked, "Did he say anything?"

"Who? Oh... Ron? No. He just woke up and ignored me."

"You don't think he'll notice that you aren't sleeping in your room at all?"

"Maybe?" Harry said, dubiously.

"Yeah, perhaps you should sleep in your bed tonight?" Draco suggested.

Harry lowered his eyes and nodded. "If you think it's wise."

Draco felt bad for even saying it. Harry's shoulders dropped, sadly. "I want you to be there."

"It's okay... I understand."

"Bloody hell... you guys are so melodramatic. Just wait until Weasley is in bed, put up an illusion spell and sneak out. Be more of a Slytherin, Potter," Daphne grunted.

Harry perked up, hopefully, "Will that work?"

"As long as he doesn't try touching it."

Harry looked at Draco, who sighed. "Fine."

"Don't worry, Ron is not that observant. He doesn't even talk to me."

"Humph," Draco grunted.

"So, what happened... yesterday when you saw Blaise?" Harry asked.

"Blaise is pissed. I think he's ready to skin those jerks alive."

"I can help," Harry said and Draco sighed.

"Yeah... I would, too, but...."

Blaise woke up when they walked in and Neville had a cup of hot cocoa in his hands. "Good morning. I'd like to stay and chat, but I need to change and get ready. See you later, Blaise."

"Thanks," Blaise said, watching him go, with a smile.

"How are you feeling, Blaise?" Draco asked.

"Shitty. Potions are sapping my strength. She says she's going to fix my back tomorrow, but I'll still be immobilized."

"It's going to take a bit for it to heal," Draco said, dropping his head. Guilt was his constant companion.

"Stop blaming yourself, Draco."

"Sorry."

Blaise talked to Daphne, which was still strange to see, about the day's plans and who was going to help escort everyone to class. She had worked it out, already. Ernie, Terry and Hermione were going to walk with them everywhere. Blaise seemed appeased. Theo took Blaise's hand. Daphne just smiled and held Theo's other hand. Oh, yeah, everything was completely normal in their lives.

"I heard something... yesterday... in Hogsmeade," Theo said.

"Yeah?" Blaise said, settling further into his pillow.

"Seems Malcolm got kicked out of his dorm," Theo said, looking at Blaise, who looked intrigued. Draco perked his head up, too.

"Really?" Blaise said.

"Yep. They moved his bed and trunk into the common room while he was gone and put locks on the door."

"His yearmates?"

"Yeah... the ones from the train. Heard Malcolm was pissed, but they didn't let him back in... wouldn't talk to him, or even look at him."

Draco watched Blaise carefully. "I see. Just his friends?"

"I'd say ex-friends, but no. No one is Slytherin is talking to him... or Tracey... or Alexus."

"Shunning?" Draco said, incredulous.

"Yep. No one from Slytherin is talking to any of them."

"It's Harper."

"Well... you fixed his arm. I imagine he's grateful," Theo said.

"He's supposed to be laying low, not joining the fight," Blaise grunted, annoyed.

"I think they call it abstaining," Daphne added.

"I don't care what they call it. They are going to make enemies," Blaise said, frowning.

"I thought you were pissed when they went neutral?" Draco pointed out.

"That wasn't neutral. They attacked you... for show. Why now?"

"Perhaps, they don't want to be neutral anymore," Harry said, calmly.

Blaise's brown eyes honed on him. "Perhaps, but...."

"Maybe they are showing their loyalty in the subtlest way they can... or dare."

"Hmmm... it's too risky," Blaise muttered.

"You know I remember Fred and George sent out a radio show called Potterwatch, while I was on the run. Did you know?"

"Yeah, of course. We listened to it," Blaise said. "When we heard the rumors, we spent a few days trying to tap in, until we figured out the password. It was real news."

Harry looked at Draco who nodded. Harry smiled back. "It's the little things of rebellion that mean the most. I know how it felt to me when I listened to it. It might be dangerous and unwise, but sometimes it's worth the risk to show the one you support that they aren't alone."

The four Slytherins stared at Harry. It wasn't the golden boy, hothead Gryffindor they knew and loved, but Harry Potter, the rebel leader, the antithesis to Voldemort and his followers. Draco felt such a chilling respect for him that he had never felt before. They all hated Voldemort, but Harry had stood against darkness his whole life. It was second nature. He didn't hesitate to put himself out into the fray. Draco felt proud to be his boyfriend.

"What?" Harry asked, looking at them.

"Okay, Chosen One. Get these mere mortals to breakfast," Blaise said.

Harry blushed. "I just meant...."

"Come on, let's go," Draco said, but turned to Blaise. He leaned in to hug Blaise and slipped his wand under the blankets. Blaise felt it and looked up at him, in protest. "It'll be an easy day. Potions, Arithmancy and Ancient Runes. Don't worry about me."

Blaise glared at him and nodded. "Thank you," he whispered. Draco could see the relief in his eyes. Blaise needed the reassurance of a wand. He lived by it, more than any of them.

Draco knew he didn't need it, for more than one reason. He gave Blaise another hug and left with Harry. When they exited the ward, he looked all around for witnesses. Seeing none, he pulled Harry into his lips and snogged him in front of Theo and Daphne. Harry was trembling when he ended it.

"What w-was that for? I mean... not that I mind."

"Because you're fucking awesome."

"Well... I guess I am... but why in this case?"

"Come on, prat, I'm hungry," Draco said, and pulled him to the Great Hall.

Harry sat with him, again, not caring if anyone noticed their generally close proximity to each other. Draco felt better when Terry, Hannah, Ernie and Susan sat with them. They were ready to fully show their support and loyalty to Harry... or him. Draco was having difficulty figuring out which one it was.

He didn't participate much in the conversation. They were Harry's friends. Daphne was able to keep up with the banter, but Theo kept his eyes on his plate the whole time. Draco was surprised when Harry's black owl dropped a letter in front of him. Harry looked a little red, but kept talking as Draco read about what his amazing boyfriend had done yesterday for his mother.

Hecate be praised, he was going to have to do more than kiss him for this one. Maybe another... b-blow job, he mentally stuttered. His plan had worked, in that he had been able to do it without completely freaking out. He had been nervous and had slipped back a few times. But he had been able to finish it. He knew it was Harry and that made all the difference. He just focused on him and that he wanted Harry. He had tasted so much better than... Draco flinched and everyone at their table looked at him.

"Sorry, stubbed my toe," he lied and put the letter in his bag and went back to his plans. He'd have to reward Harry tonight.

Classes went by quick that day. No run-ins with the anti-death eater squad, thankfully. They saw Blaise before dinner catching him up with what happened. Draco brought Blaise his books, but he didn't even want his homework. He did enjoy telling Blaise about his mother's letter. Unfortunately, Neville showed up and Blaise gave Draco his wand back in front of the others. Draco was embarrassed by the looks he got. After dinner, Harry took him to Curse-Breaking, for another great class. And when the rest of class left, he hugged Professor Weasley.

"Thank you, so much!" Draco said, tears in his eyes as he let go of him. "My mother sounded so happy in the letter she sent."

"It wasn't a problem. Your mother is a wonderful lady. I'm glad she enjoyed herself, Draco."

"It's not just that," Draco said, letting go and hanging his head. "You told Harry about my wand."

"I'm sorry if you think I broke your confidence Draco...."

"No... I don't think that. I just..." Draco said, shaking. "...I didn't know how to tell him. I was worried that it wouldn't accept me anymore. Thank you."

Draco had some tears come down his face and Professor Weasley put his hand on his shoulder. "I heard it did, though."

Draco wiped his eyes. "Yeah... it felt so... right and my mom has a wand, now. I was so worried about her. She's not out of danger in the muggle world. It was the second time she gave me her only defense. I can't imagine what Voldemort and others did to her when I went to school."

"She's alive, Draco. She's strong and she loves you."

"I still think about what might have happened."

"We all do, but don't let your fear rule you. You both are safer than you were before."

Draco nodded and looked at him. "You also talked to him about Quidditch."

Professor Weasley chuckled. "He actually brought it up. But I had talked about it with Professor McGonagall, who expressed doubts about you wanting to play. She arranged the two teams for the eighth-years, just so you could, Draco."

His jaw dropped. "Why?"

"Because you're a good player. It'll help you heal, gain some confidence in yourself. She's very concerned about your well-being."

Draco felt humbled.

"So... Harry said you were going to tryout."

"Y-Yeah, I went flying with Harry. It brought back a lot of... good memories, but I'm still... worried."

Professor Weasley nodded. "Yes. There are a lot of things to be worried about. But there's hope, too. A life... where you do the things you enjoy, have fun. A life not shrouded in fear and avoiding the things and people you love."

Draco met his eyes. He knew Bill was right. His words echoed through him and made him shiver. Hope... the most painful and desirous thing in existence. He lowered his eyes.

"But maybe we should get on with your training," Professor Weasley said and Draco nodded. "But if you're too upset, we can hold off until next week."

Draco jolted. "No, Sir... I'd like to try... please."

Professor Weasley smiled with approval. "We'll start with your wand, first. I'd like to see you properly do the spells and then we'll try it wandless. Charms or Transfiguration spells?"

"Transfiguration... I have the most difficulty with them wandless."

"Alright... we'll put you through your paces. It's too bad we can't practice Defense spells. That would be the hardest wandless, as it's directed magic, but we'll have to make do," he said and Draco took out his wand.

The next hour was the most draining night Draco ever had. Transfiguring and untransfiguring things that were progressively getting larger and more complex. But by the end, he transfigured a chair into a large dog, wandless. A feat that he had barely been able to do in his sixth year, but with his wand he got it on the first try and about five tries without it. Professor Weasley was very happy, but Draco again was wiped out.

"Take it easy, Draco, for another few days. It's the drawback with wandless magic. There's a limit on how many spells you can cast before it takes you under. There's no quick recovery either. If you're trapped without your wand, use it sparingly. Make moves that conserve your strength."

Draco nodded and accepted a small glass of firewhiskey, to steady himself. He felt a little unsure of taking it, as Harry didn't or couldn't drink it anymore, but he was shaking so much.

"I'll be careful."

"Good. The more we practice, the more we can increase your perseverance," he explained.

"I would like that very much," Draco said.

"But slow and steady, now."

After a few minutes, Draco asked, quietly, "Professor Weasley... you talk to the headmistress... about what we do?"

"I do, generally. I can stop, if that is wha-"

"No," Draco interrupted. "I don't mind. I think you both are my best chance of getting me through this year. I'd be an idiot not to put my faith in you and Professor McGonagall."

Professor Weasley put his hand on his shoulder. "We both care about you, but why won't you let the headmistress help you with your attackers? I understand that facing the board is daunting and you may lose, but she can't try without your complaint."

Draco lowered his head. "It's a lose-lose situation, Sir."

"How so?"

"If I complain, go to the board and they laugh at me, it will only reinforce their behavior. It'll be humiliating, too. But then if they believe me and act on it, properly, then that means they'll get expelled. They'll lose the careers they want. Dean, whose father was killed by Death Eaters, Corner, who was brutally tortured by the Carrows and the others who lost friends and family in the war will be kicked out. I don't want that to happen."

"Draco, they are hurting you in a very abusive and offensive way. They don't get a free pass just because they fought in the war or lost someone. They need to be held accountable for their conduct."

"Like I was held accountable for mine?" Draco said, lowering his head.

"I suppose that's the way to look at it. But you were held to it, you still are."

"I was given another chance," Draco whispered.

"It's not the same, Draco. You are... repentant... you are trying to make up for what you did."

"Am I? I'm scared shitless about going back. I have that sword over my head. But if I didn't, I don't know. I doubt I would have come back."

"It's good that you did, despite the circumstances."

"I was sent here. But how could I get a free pass after everything?"

"You aren't hurting people right now."

"Yes... right now. But I have. I've hurt a lot of people. So, again, why do I get a second chance and they don't?"

"They haven't stopped. They haven't seen that what they did is wrong. Seen the error of their ways. We can't help them until they do."

"But I don't have it in me to condemn them."

"They are condemning themselves, Draco. It's their actions... their misconduct."

"And I have no right to complain about what they have done, when I've done worse."

"That's not the way it works. The world doesn't get a free pass to hurt you because you've made some mistakes."

Draco's eyes dimmed. "I'll start with the people I know personally. I won't be the one to condemn them."

"Draco...."

"Everyone will still blame me, Sir. It doesn't matter what they do, or what I can prove. I'm the enemy. I'm the Death Eater," Draco said, and immediately felt a prick on the palm of his left hand. It didn't hurt. It was more like a phantom itch and then it was gone. Luna... what did she do?

"That may be right. But what they are doing is very wrong. If they hurt someone else... what then? Your friend got seriously hurt."

"Blaise can make his own decisions, I can't override his wishes," Draco said. "I just want to get through my year and somehow pass all my exams."

"You're going to get all O's on your practicals, without a doubt. You don't have to say what spells you are casting and you'll get more credit for non-verbal. There's absolutely no reason to use wandless magic, Draco. They'll be blown away with your non-verbal abilities. You need to keep your wandless magic under wraps, when you need it for survival. That's the other reason I'm insisting that you use your wand, first. So, always do both."

Draco nodded. "Okay. I'll keep up my written studies, too. I need to still get E's on those, too."

"Good. Let's get you to Harry then, he's probably worn a hole in his trainers, pacing so much."

"Professor Weasley?" Draco asked.

"Yes?"

"Thank you," Draco said, again. He couldn't thank him enough. He hugged him, again.

"You're welcome," Bill said, patting his back. "You can really thank me when you get twelve Outstanding NEWTs, Draco."

"Yeah... right," Draco said, and a little hysterical laugh came out as his fear consumed him. "I can't go back. I'd rather be Crucioed every day than go back there."

Professor Weasley pushed him away slightly so he could get a good look at him. "That's not going to happen. You're doing great, Draco. Don't panic. We'll get you good and ready for them."

"It doesn't mean I'm not scared," he whispered and Bill hugged him.

"We're all scared, but we won't let it happen, Draco. Harry definitely won't. Now, come on. Harry's waiting."

"It's been a week since we kissed," Draco said, happily, as they walked to the door.

"I heard. Harry was positively glowing last Tuesday."

Draco blushed. "It's been nice. I love him."

"Yes... and he is most definitely in love with you," he said, and Draco felt so much happier. Bill opened the door and Harry turned on his heel and his eyes locked on Draco. "I left him standing, this week."

"That's good. I wouldn't want to have to carry him back," Harry said.

"You're not carrying me anywhere, Chosen One."

"Oh, don't tempt me, Ferret...."

Draco ruffled up his hair and got a few pokes in his gut. "Don't call me Ferret!"

"You seem to get more mad when I call you that than Pri-"

Draco took his voice away. "Bye, Professor Weasley! Thanks!" he said, dragging Harry with him. Harry shrugged and waved to Bill as they left.

"Prat," Draco muttered and launched into a full rundown of what happened the way to the common room.

"...and he said that I should just use non-verbal spells on the practicals. Do you think so?" he said, turning to Harry, who merely nodded. "Harry?"

He just held up his hands in a nonchalant way. Draco realized that he never undid the spell.

"I kinda like you... silent..." Draco said and backed Harry into the wall outside the portrait hole. Joan looked delighted by this development.

Harry glared at him and wagged his wand in the air, deliberately. Potter wasn't very good at wandless magic, but he had a handle on nonverbal.

"Is that a challenge?" Draco said, smiling.

Harry put his wand away and placed his hand on his heart, shaking his head. Then he held up his hands in surrender.

"Wouldn't dream of it, huh?" Draco teased and went for Harry's neck, again. He didn't resist. But distant footsteps made him stop. "Come up to my room?"

Harry nodded happily. Draco gave the password and took Harry's hand. He needed to thank Harry, properly. Ernie and Susan were the only ones in the common room. Draco waved hi and pulled Harry up the stairs. He could feel Ernie's stunned face staring at him. He didn't care. Luckily, Theo and Daphne weren't in the room. Draco pinned him to their wall and went for his mouth, this time, before slipping down to his neck. But Draco stopped after a few minutes.

"I want to hear you... doesn't feel right," he said, and did the counterspell.

"You just like me shouting your name, don't you?" Harry taunted.

"You got me. I always want to hear you saying my name."

"Oh really, Draco? Is that your kink?"

"My what?"

"Draco... never mind," Harry said, kissing him, again.

"I want to thank you... for everything, Harry. My mother was very happy," Draco cooed.

"You don't need to thank me... I like your mum, and she needed a wand. Bill suggested that she, Andy and Teddy come over, since I was going to both places."

"But she's my mum and you helped us so much. I was thinking... that we can... go all the way... if you want," Draco said, quietly, playing with the front of Harry's robes.

Harry stuttered, "Dra-Draco... I-I...."

"I want to," Draco said, placing his hand on Harry's chest.

Harry swallowed with some difficulty. "Draco, I don't know. It's a big step. I'm glad that you are ready to do it, but I don't know if I'm ready for you to do that... to me."

Draco froze. Harry thought that....

"I'm sorry," Harry said, blushing. "I'm still nervous about what we did yesterday. I don't want to go this fast."

"Harry... I meant that... you can do it," Draco said, going red, too. He didn't know why Harry would even think he would... top. He knew his position in their relationship.

"Draco... no." Harry's voice was flat and clear. He was staring at Draco in absolute fear.

Draco felt the sting of embarrassment and rejection, but he was determined to try again. "But I want you to. I want us to be together."

"We are together, Draco. You wanted to know my limits... here it is. I'm not doing that."

"You don't want me?" he said, a little hurt.

"What? Of course, I do!" Harry said, taking his hand. "Draco... I'm not ready for that... either way... but more importantly, you are not ready."

"Yes, I am," Draco insisted. He didn't understand. Why didn't Harry want to do it?

"Draco, you don't even like it when I touch you. You're not ready to even take your shirt off, yet. How are you going to handle... full contact? I'm not going to hurt you like that. I promised you. I know you're not ready."

"I'll be fine," Draco pouted, but Harry's words were making sense. He couldn't even handle Harry touching him when he went down on him and he almost had a panic attack, then.

"Draco... I don't know what to do. I've never done... that. Anything like it. I barely know the basics. I could hurt you, if we don't do it right. We need to learn... you know... preparation."

Draco blushed, again. He didn't want to talk about this anymore. Preparation? He needed out of this conversation. "Fine... I just... wanted to show you how much I appreciate what you did."

"No, Draco.... Sex isn't used as a reward or for punishment. Never should be anyway," Harry said, with determination and Draco calmed down more. He didn't really know how these relationships work. He knew what he had gone through wasn't normal, but it was all he had to go on. But Harry kept talking as he was contemplating the differences between his experiences. "It can't be for our first try. It's about love, Draco. We need more time before we get anywhere near that level of intimacy. We both need to be more comfortable with it. I've never had... sex before. Have you?"

The question came out so fast while Draco was drifting through his dark thoughts, that he answered it without thinking. "Yeah." His heart nearly stopped. Did I just say....

"You have? Who?" Harry asked, surprised by his positive answer.

Fuck. Draco panicked and said the first reasonable name that popped into his head. "Blaise."

Harry's eyes widened in shock... then confusion.

Bloody fucking shit! Draco thought angrily, already sweating. He looked away as he continued to mentally berate himself. Why the fuck did I say Blaise's name? Any other Slytherin would have worked! I had to say the one fucking Slytherin that Harry actually talks to. Shit, Harry's definitely the jealous type. There is no fucking way they aren't going to talk about it. Maybe Blaise will cover for me. Shit, I am so fucked. Blaise won't let it go, either. Fuck!

"Draco?" Harry asked, no doubt watching his facial features in a permanent state of annoyance.

"Let's go to bed," he mumbled. He couldn't exactly take back what he said. This is going to be bad.

"I'm sorry," Harry said, holding his hand.

"It's okay, Harry. I'm sorry I pushed you," Draco said, quietly.

"I'd rather we talked about our limits, Draco."

"Safewords?" Draco sneered. Harry frowned out as his tone. "I don't want them."

Ridiculous. He'd never be able to say it or, maybe, it was that he'd never be able to say no. Draco knew that was true. Harry was offering him away around that, but Draco still didn't think it would work. Of course, he had some issues to work out before they got to that point. Harry made some valid points. If Harry needed him to be ready, he would have to work at it. Everything. Let Harry touch him, his body... his... cock. He had no idea how to handle that kind of contact without slipping into the pit.

Draco shrugged out of his robes and turned to Harry, who looked down, clearly in pain. He didn't know what to do. All he knew was that Draco was angry. He hadn't taken anything off. He was waiting for Draco to either undress him or throw him out. Shit, he needed to take better care of Harry.

Draco slowly took Harry's clothes off and guided him into the bed. He pulled him into his arms.

"I'm sorry," Draco whispered into his ear. Harry was shaking when put his head under Draco's chin. Damn it.

This one was a little hard to write. Had some setup to do. I got a little lazy in polishing it off. I might edit. Blaise's return might be next chapter, but I haven't started it.

Now the BAD NEWS... I'm going to Annual Training, again. Two weeks in the woods. I doubt I'll have adequate power to use my computer, so it may be nearly a whole month until I update again. Sorry!

I also might try for the Wattys2019, but I'm deciding if I want to edit first.

I'll see you when I get back. I'll try to write, I mean handwrite, parts, but I could be very busy.

**UPDATE - Today's edits are brought to you by sadjm39malfoy. Thanks for corrections!**