Draco and Harry: Escorts Abandoned

Chapter Six

They left Draco's former prison behind and returned to the corridor. A single door stood at the end and Harry opened it with a spell. It opened onto a small room, sparsely furnished with a large bed, a table, desk, and several comfortable-looking chairs. A bound figure sat in a chair in one corner and the occupant burst into tears when she saw them.

Draco hurried forward and released her. Harry barely recognized Pansy Parkinson. Her black hair, worn short at Hogwarts, was waist-length now and hung dully from her head. She had always had something of an angular, hard face, but now she looked almost skeletal. Her cheeks were sunken and her dark eyes looked huge in their deep sockets.

She was wretchedly thin. Malfoy loosed her bonds and she clung to him, sobbing brokenly.

"I'm so sorry," she repeated over and over. Draco held her until she quieted. Harry had spent so long hating her that he was almost surprised at his lack of emotion as she cried in Draco's arms. Perhaps it was her pathetic state or the memory of Draco's voice murmuring in his ear, (I love you, Harry) but he no longer had any doubt of Malfoy's affection.

Harry examined the room. On the large table sat a huge crystal ball that afforded a view of the room with the empty cask--that was how Mulciber had been watching them. A chest sat at the end of the bed, disclosing a large number of potions, amulets, scrolls, and assorted other items amid the clothing and books.

Potter absently levitated Mulciber into the room and a quick sound drew his attention. The former Death Eater was beginning to stir.

Pansy finally calmed and stepped back from Draco. Malfoy met Harry's gaze apologetically and Potter smiled sadly. Pansy quickly walked to a small desk in one corner and snatched open a drawer so vehemently the contents rattled and several small object flew out.

She snatched up a wand--hers, no doubt--and leveled it at Muliciber without hesitation.

"Avada Kedavra!" she screamed. "Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra!" Several green bolts shot out and hammered into Mulciber's body before Harry could cast a disarming charm.

Pansy's wand flew out of her hand and she collapsed weakly on the floor. "Die, you bastard," she whispered. A spell shot from Draco's wand and caught Pansy, who sprawled limply. Harry looked at him in surprise.

"Just a sleep spell. I suppose I should have foreseen that. Whatever he did to me... Well, he had to have done worse to her."

Harry looked at Mulciber's corpse in distaste and quickly moved it down the hall to Draco's former cell. When he returned, Pansy lay on the bed and Draco sat next to her.

"I gave her a potion. She should rest quietly until we can get her to St. Mungo's tomorrow. God knows what the freak forced her to do, beside lure me here. He tried to use her against me several times... although I can't recall clearly. She fought him. To no avail."

Draco grimaced.

"How do we get out of here?" Harry asked suddenly. "I need some fresh air."

Draco took him back to the room where they had nearly died and they both looked at the empty cask. It occurred to Harry that they had to have stopped the killing spell, or Draco's first spell would have destroyed him--not the test Harry would have chosen.

A quick flying spell took them up to the darkness of the ceiling where a trap door let them out into the ruined chapel once more. Harry had never been so glad to see the night sky. His eyes immediately sought for the constellation Draco, as they did each time he looked at the stars. He found it with a familiar sense of reassurance and then looked at the embodiment of the name, who stood beside him. Malfoy smiled gently.

"I still look for Leo," Draco admitted and Harry stepped easily into his arms. The kiss they shared was as sweet as their first. Harry felt like he had come home after a long, arduous journey.

Draco broke the kiss and took his hand to lead him out onto the thick grass. The night was beautiful. Their packs sat where they had left them and Malfoy Accioed his cloak. He spread it over the grass. Then he turned to Harry and put his fingers on the buttons of Potter's shirt. Draco began to unfasten each of them in turn.

Harry grinned. "Did you forget how to tear them off?" Malfoy had destroyed hundreds of Harry's shirts. It had taken Potter months to locate all the buttons.

"Not this time. I plan to savor every moment," Draco said seriously. Harry swallowed hard. When his shirt was open, Draco's hand touched his flesh, sliding gently over torso and ribs, collarbone and abdomen. Harry reached out to unbutton Malfoy's shirt in the same fashion, feeling the breath catch in his throat at the long-denied touch of Draco's hands.

His own fingers and palms moved over Malfoy's skin, recalling the silken feel of it, remembering the sensitive places Draco loved so well. His fingertips teased the Sectumsempra scars, begging forgiveness for the hundredth time and Malfoy's lips were on his again--sweet, so sweet.

Harry's tongue twisted with Draco's tasting him eagerly, caressing and teasing, feeling his senses reawakening with every stroke that Malfoy returned. The kisses grew hard and bruising as the depth of their need quickened their movements. Harry's hands removed Malfoy's shirt with a sharp wrench. Harry's was already gone.

Draco dragged him down onto the makeshift bed, pulling Harry atop him. His hands were hot on Potter's back. Draco was hard beneath him and suddenly there were still too many clothes between them.

Harry detached his lips and slid down to remove Malfoy's boots and then made short work of his own. Next Potter tore off his jeans and briefs before slowly unfastening Draco's belt. Malfoy lay still, watching him. His pale body and platinum hair gleamed in the moonlight like a priceless work of art. Harry thought he'd never seen anything quite so beautiful.

Harry carefully slipped off the last of Draco's clothing and paused for one final appreciative gaze before dropping to his hands and knees to crawl between Malfoy's legs. Harry lowered himself until his chest pressed against Draco's erection. He slid upward, trailing his body over Malfoy's hot shaft in a languid movement, relishing the velvet feel of it against his skin. Draco groaned and tucked his hands into Potter's hair.

Malfoy pulled him up for a hungry kiss and Harry's hands moved to caress the Slytherin's gorgeous body. He caught Draco's tongue with his teeth and then sucked on it for a moment. He felt Draco's cock twitch against his own in surprised reaction.

Harry's mouth left Malfoy's and moved down to press against his slim neck. Draco's hands were still tangled in his hair and Harry felt the strong fingers brush the curls at the back of his neck.

"I love your hair," Draco said thickly. "I love your lips. I love your body. God, I love you, Harry."

Harry felt six months of pain, loneliness and fear melt away at Malfoy's words, replaced with a radiant warmth and blissful contentment. He buried his face in Draco's neck and drank in the clean scent of his hair.

"I love you," he breathed. "I missed you so much." His tongue flicked out and touched the warm skin. "You taste good enough to eat, Draco. I think I will."

He began to lick a path down Draco's chest until he reached the Slytherin's beautiful cock. His tongue flicked out and teased the head several times until Draco hissed at him.

"Bloody tease!" Malfoy's fingers had moved to Harry's temples and froze there, feather-light. Harry chuckled and quickly took in the length of Draco's shaft, nearly swallowing it before sliding his way back to the top to lick his way around the head again.

Harry continued the pattern until Draco's hot gasps of pleasure made him reach for his own hard member, but Malfoy's hands tightened in his hair and dragged him upward. Harry winced, but kissed Draco hard on the lips before Malfoy murmured, "Fuck me, Harry.
Potter smiled, but he had something else planned for the sexy Slytherin. He conjured a handful of lubricant--a spell stolen from Draco--and reached back to slide it over Malfoy's slick cock. He grinned at Draco's raised brow and then levered himself up and slowly worked himself onto the head of the shaft. He clenched his teeth and fought through the familiar sensation of hot and cold at once--God, it had been so long! And then he pushed himself upright and impaled himself completely with a sharp cry that mingled with Draco's gasp.

Harry froze for a moment, panting, and felt Draco's hands gripping his thighs. Harry took a deep breath and began to move, lifting himself and dropping back, burying Draco deeper and deeper with every stroke as he watched Malfoy's gleaming body beneath him.

ooOoo

Draco could not take his eyes off of Harry. Bloody hell, but he was beautiful, especially with his muscles flexing as he rode Draco in a sensual rhythm. Malfoy decided he liked Potter's hair the way it was now, just long enough to curl around the edges of his shoulders and mostly cover the smoldering green eyes. Harry's lips were parted to reveal his perfect white teeth and his tongue flicked out to touch a bead of sweat on his upper lip.

The sight nearly caused Draco's heart to explode, as well as his body, but he wasn't quite ready for it to end. He put his hands on Harry's hips to still his motion and pulled Potter down for a kiss. He loved Harry's utter lack of resistance to his kisses.

Draco rolled sideways and trapped Potter beneath him without breaking the kiss. How many times had he dreamed about Harry while trapped in that hell below? He rubbed his hands over Potter's skin and began to move, rocking in and out of Harry's tight opening and making sure to hit that one particular spot that made Potter writhe... just like that. Harry made a guttural mewling sound and his short nails dragged over Draco's back.

"Harry," Malfoy moaned, making the name into a declaration of ecstasy. He closed a hand over Potter's cock, hard and eager between them.

"Oh, God, Draco, you feel so... fuck," Harry managed. Draco lost all control and his movements became frenzied and primal. His hand stroked the hard shaft in the same pattern as his thrusts. Malfoy devoured Harry's mouth and drowned Potter's gasping moans in near-brutal kisses. Harry's hips rose to meet his thrusts and the Gryffindor's hands twisted in Draco's hair as he met each kiss with eager passion. Malfoy was afraid he might be hurting Harry, but Potter did not seem to care.

Harry screamed into Draco's mouth as he arched violently and hot fluid spilled between them. The feel of Harry's spasms triggered Malfoy's release and his hands tightened on Potter's body as a thousand shards of euphoria exploded through him. He pounded into Harry until the last tremor ceased and then he collapsed on Potter's chest. His own torso heaved with exertion.

Potter's arms wrapped around him tightly and Harry's breath panted into Draco's ear. Malfoy's hands dragged over Harry's sweat-slicked form.

"I think I'll stay right here forever," Draco murmured.

"You might get hungry," Harry said.

"I'll just eat you."

Harry chuckled and gave him a squeeze. "Wet, then. It's bound to rain sometime."

"I don't care."

"And the Muggle tourists. They would be quite shocked."

"They would be jealous."

"What about sunburn? Think of your flawless skin."

Draco groaned. "Damn you and your Gryffindor logic."

"It was a nice thought, though," Harry admitted.

ooOoo

They rose before dawn and packed everything of import before returning to the underground warren to collect Pansy. Harry wasn't certain what to do with Mulciber's body. He certainly did not want to drag it back to London.

"Leave it," Draco said pragmatically. "We'll send the Ministry of Magic here to retrieve it." He watched as Draco sorted through Mulciber's chest and pilfered everything he thought might be useful. The Ministry could have the rest. Draco made certain Pansy was sedated before they took her above. She would ride with Malfoy and they would drop her off at St. Mungo's. Harry wondered if they could help her forget the ordeal.

Draco packed the last of his gear and prepared to mount his broom. Harry slung on his cape and heard something rustle as he fastened it around his throat. He reached into a pocket and pulled out the note Draco had sent him so long ago. Harry opened it, intending to skim it once more and then be rid of it forever.

He froze when he the words. Malfoy's flowing script had been modified. The words now read, Harry, stop looking for me; I'll always be right here with you.

Harry raised his eye to find Draco's silver eyes shining at him above a sardonic grin. He smiled and refolded the note before tucking it back into his pocket. Potter mounted his broom and followed Draco into the dawn of a new day.

Author's Note: I know this one was much shorter than the others, but I can only deal with so much angst, lol! As you know, I'm so utterly addicted to this series that I've already come up with a wicked plotline for Part Five, so it will likely be coming soon, once I've figured out all the angles...