âAs if youâre having that bad of a time,â Harry said, and Draco glanced at him over his shoulder before arranging the duvet neatly on the mattress.
âIâm fine,â Draco said, picking up Harryâs towel from the floor to hang on the broken bunkâs ladder. âAside from living with an absolute troll. Nice pick for your first wand core. Was that a family heirloom?â
Harry tried to shove him, but was laughing too hard, and ended up grabbing his arm instead as he buckled forward.
âShut upââ Harry said, and Draco huffed. âYouâre so dumb.â
âAm not. What kind of wood do you want for your wand? Now Iâve managed to make something decent enough, Alder will let me pick?â
Harry gave him a little push as he released Dracoâs arm, then squeezed his hands together, feeling hot.
âI dunno. Maple might be nice. Bet it tastes good.â
âTaste? Weâre not eating them.â
âNo, I know, but likeâŚyou know, when you hold a wand and you can taste it?â
Draco stared at him with a lifted brow, hands in his pockets.
âPotter, what in Merlin are you talking about? Youâre licking them? Did youâdid you lick my wand?â Harry struggled to hold in his laugh for approximately one second before he was doubled over, holding his stomach. âShut up! That is not what I meant!â
Harry tilted onto his side as Draco pushed him, curling into a ball, laughing so hard he felt delirious. The imagery was mad either wayâwhether it was Dracoâs real wand that he was licking orâor...his brain short-circuited as he pictured something else, and suddenly he didnât find it funny at all anymore. He let his laugh taper off, looked up at Dracoâs reddened face, his crossed arms.
âDid you?â Draco persisted.
Harry swallowed, feeling a bit sickâa bit sweatyâa bit too lost in his own mind to answer the question.
âNo,â Harry said as he sat up, wiping his forehead. âI just meant when you get a good grip on itââ a bubble of laughter threatened and his mouth quirked, but he tamed himself and leveled his voice. âYou can sort ofâŚtaste the flavour of the wood and the core.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Harry Potter/Voldemort, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort
Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort
Additional Tags: Lovers To Enemies, DILF Harry Potter, Snake-Like Voldemort (Harry Potter), Hate Sex, Timeline Mashup, Snake Slit & Hemipenes, Angst, Divorce Arc, War Veteran Harry Potter, Evil Voldemort (Harry Potter), Blood and Gore, Implied war crimes, Alternate Universe, Same Age Harry Potter and Tom Riddle, Elder Wand (Harry Potter), Snake Slit Sex, Anal Sex, Choking, Nuclear-Grade Yearning, Doomed Relationship, love is not enough, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Fistfight as Foreplay, Crying During Sex, Long-Haired Voldemort, Bottom Voldemort (Harry Potter), Top Harry Potter
Summary:
Blood dribbles from Voldemortâs ruined lips. Harryâs gaze catches on the sinkhole of his mouth, red and wet and inviting, a spring trap with ambrosia as the bait. Gravity shifts beneath his knees and Harry finds himself leaning down, forward, forward, forward, until heâs tasting that mouth, the copper and charcoal, the same thing Tom tasted like the last time they kissed, thirty years ago on the charred remains of a battlefield. A kiss to seal the dissolution of their vows, their rings, their promises to have and to hold. A kiss that started a war, a war that neither could ever win.
Voldemort wins. Harry runs. Draco is getting married.
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âYouâre a deplorable pervert, Blaise,â said Draco, holding a clipboard under his nose.Â
âFunny words from a man whoâs just told me to wank off in a closet.â He tapped his wand to sign. âAnd youâll send the paperwork to the club for me?âÂ
âAssuming your sample doesnât come back infested, yes.âÂ
âIâm clean. Everyone at the club isâthatâs the whole point of testing every four weeks.âÂ
âA month is a long time. Anything can happen. One rogue cock and the entire place goes down.âÂ
âKnow a lot about rogue cocks, do you, Malfoy?âÂ
âGo fuck yourself. Literally. Iâll give you five minutesâthough, knowing you, that might be a record.âÂ
âWould be faster if you helped me.âÂ
âThen, by all means, take your time,â Draco said, turning toward the door. âYouâre lucky I got this job. Your mum has shagged half the Healers in this ward aloneâtheyâd tell her all about your extracurriculars if you went to one of them.âÂ
âYes, yes, Iâm forever indebted to you for keeping my secrets. Not like youâre under oath or anything.âÂ
âIf the Dark Lord decides I am needed elsewhere, who will you go to?âÂ
âA Muggle testing centre. I just like it this way because you look good in green. It makes providing the sample much easier.âÂ
The heat that built in Dracoâs cheeks was against his will entirely, and he shot Blaise a glare as he opened the door.Â
âSee you next month, lech.âÂ
âThatâs no way to talk to your patients. Lucky I like you mean.âÂ
âAim better this time.âÂ
â â
His Mark burned halfway through lunch, and he choked down a swear, chugging his tea in the lift as he went toward the Floos. Once inside the Manor, he found Voldemortâs study, bowing low until he was noticed and addressed.Â
âAnyone admitted this week with memory loss, bring them to me,â Voldemort said, and Draco stared at a crack in the marble a few feet away.Â
âYes, my Lord,â he answered.Â
Then, head still bowed, he went toward the door in silence before his presence could become an annoyance. In the hallway, he could breathe again, allowing himself only a moment to rest against the wall before he went toward the Floo, knowing he was late for his next appointment.Â
Harry and Draco are auror trainees, fighting for the top few spots in the program. By accident, Harry discovers a secret and twisted relationship between Draco and Theodore Nott, and Harry's hero complex can't resist making an appearance.
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âMate, you alright?â Ron asked, a shine in his eye that told Harry he was several drinks deep. âYouâve been staring at Malfoy all night. Donât think heâs up to something, do you?âÂ
Harry frowned, shook his head.
âNo. JustâŚnothing,â Harry said, and Ron leaned toward him.Â
âYou havenât got a Marauderâs Map for the Ministry, do you?âÂ
âWhat? No, why?âÂ
âThought I might find you lying awake tonight watching Malfoyâs tiny footsteps like you used to do in sixth year.âÂ
âShut up. Itâs not like he lives there, anyway,â Harry said, elbowing him away.Â
Harry searched for Malfoy again, glimpsing blond hair as he disappeared around the corner, and Harry got up from his seat, then turned back, grabbing Ron by the arm.
âDonât ask why, but I need you to distract Nott for me.âÂ
âGross! I donât want to talk to himââÂ
âIâll buy your drinks next Friday. All of them. Please?âÂ
Ronâs eyebrows lifted, a glint in his eye as he stood up from his chair and wobbled a bit before he went toward Nott. Harry lingered at a nearby table for a long moment before he went to the bathroom. He pushed the door, his heart pounding, unsure of his intentions as he rounded the stall door and nudged it open.Â
Malfoy was there, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, head bowed. He looked up, timidly at first, but his expression shifted when he realised that it was Harry standing there. He straightened, arms hanging by his sides, mouth opening and shutting again.Â
âWaiting for someone?â Harry asked, and he braced his forearm on the door as Malfoy tried to push it shut.Â
âWhat is this?â Malfoy asked, his eyes going to the space behind Harry as if expecting someone to be there. âWhat do you want?âÂ
âI want to know why youâre hooking up with a prat like Theodore Nott. Have you no self-respect?â
âSelfâŚ?â Malfoy huffed, relenting his fight with the door as he stared at Harry in disbelief. âEven if that were true, it would be none of your business, would it?âÂ
Harryâs neck pricked, his heart skipping, eyes darting to the floor and back to Malfoyâs face as his alcohol-riddled brain tried to come up with an excuse.Â
âThe team is my business. It doesnât do well for training if people start hooking up with each other.âÂ
âOh? Well, I didnât see you put up an argument about Weasleyâs little bet regarding Finnegan and Thomas. Is your anti-sex clause only applicable to Slytherins?âÂ
âWellâthatâs different. They were always that wayâskirting around each other, even in school.âÂ
âSo what? Weâre all trainees. What difference does it make?âÂ
Harry swallowed, shrugged, glanced away again.Â
âIt doesnâtâI justâit doesnât matter. Theyâre not doing anything and neither should you.âÂ
âWho said I was? Did you hear something? Did someone say something to you?âÂ
He had stepped closer, his shoulders set, eyes narrowed and Harry felt the urge to step back but didnâtânot wanting to allow space for Malfoy to exit the stall.Â
âNobody said anything,â Harry said quickly, and Malfoy looked back and forth between his eyes, stance not easing.Â
âThen why would you think I was waiting to meetâ someone in here?âÂ
Harry shrugged, leaned his other arm against the wall nearest, blocking Malfoy in.
âWell, Iâm not blind. IâŚsaw you come in here just after him last week.âÂ
âSo? Canât two people use the toilet at the same time? What are you, the piss police?âÂ
âAs the Lead Auror in training, I donât think itâs smart to sleep with your fellow trainees.âÂ
âWhy donât you go fuck yourself , if youâre so obsessed with all of it? Maybe it will keep your nose out of other peopleâs business,â Malfoy spat. âCan you move, or were you planning on climbing in here and seeing what all the fuss is about?âÂ
Harry let out a huff as Malfoy leaned back, folded his arms, rested his shoulder against the stall wall.Â
âI didnât think you and Nott were so close,â Malfoy said, lifting his chin, shaking his hair off his face. âThat must be how you found outâhe told you, didnât he?âÂ
âWhat? NoâIâI saw you follow him in.âÂ
âI donât believe you. Why would you notice where I go? Why would anyone?âÂ
âI keep tabs on the whole group. Itâs part of my job, isnât it?âÂ
Malfoyâs mouth quirked, his eyes dropping to Harryâs shoulder, then his chest. Suddenly Harryâs collar felt too tight, chest heating uncomfortably under his gaze.Â
âWhat I think is that you heard a rumour and came to see if it was true,â Malfoyâs eyes lingered on Harryâs belt for a long beat before he lifted his gaze again, shrugging. âIâm not as opposed as I once thought.âÂ
âOpposed? To what?âÂ
Malfoy didnât answer, taking a step closer.Â
âYouâve gotten better at duelling, you know?â Malfoy asked.
âIâm sorryâŚwas that a compliment you just gave me? I didnât think Iâd live to see the day.âÂ
âWell, youâre still not that great. Just better than before.âÂ
Harry huffed, his heart leaping when he felt Malfoyâs fingers at his shoulder, sliding up to adjust his collar.Â
âWhat is it you heard?â Malfoy asked, and Harryâs eyes found his mouth, unable to look away.
âHeard?â Harry whispered.Â
âWhat did he tell you?âÂ
âWho?âÂ
âYou came in here for a reason, didnât you? What is it?âÂ
Harry opened his mouth, shook his head, licked his lips.Â
âIâŚI donât know. To see if you were waiting for him, I guess. Like he did last time.âÂ
âAnd then what?â Malfoy asked, his hand flattening on Harryâs shoulder, sliding down to his chest.Â
âI didnât think that far ahead,â Harry murmured.
âYour lack of forethoughts hasnât changed, then.âÂ
His fingers pressed underneath Harryâs chin, lifting his face as Malfoy stared down at him. Harryâs breath shallowed, his heart pounding, blood rushing in his ears as he tried to figure out why exactly Malfoy had gotten so closeâwhy he was touching Harry at allâwhy he had that look on his face.Â
Draco has never had an orgasm because of pureblood magic. The morning of his thirtieth birthday, he intends to change that.
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He was halfway through wanking himself off when Harry burst through his door. He gasped, flattened his cock against his stomach as Harry landed on the bed, elbow narrowly missing his hip as he propped himself up and grinned.Â
âHappy Birthday to the worst housemate a guy could ask for,â Harry said, his ribcage crushing his cock to his heaving stomach. âYou look flushed. Heat on too high?âÂ
âNo, justâwarm sleeperââ Draco murmured, using his other hand to hold the duvet tight, making sure Harry couldnât yank it off him. âSince when donât you knock?âÂ
âSince we have plans! And youâre late! Come on, thereâs cake. Wellâthere will be. You know how cross Hermione gets when weâre late.âÂ
âCanât I sleep in on my own birthday? I didnât even want to do anything.âÂ
âToo bad. People care about you, thought youâd be used to it by now. Get dressed! No time for breakfast anymore,â Harry said as he got up, leaving the door open as he left.Â
Draco grit his teeth and shut his eyes, giving his cock an apologetic stroke, noticing it had gone soft with fright. He exhaled through his nose and pulled up the waistband on his boxers, hoping heâd find relief tonight in the shower.Â
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After the war, Harry struggles to cope. He hopes that taking humanity out of the picture will help.
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It was better to be an owl, Harry thought, as he watched Hogsmeade pass underneath him, wings stretching wide, wind catching. He could go anywhere and nobody recognised him. There were no strangers to thank himâno friends to stare at him and ask what was wrong when everything was wrong, but he couldnât say that or theyâd worry. As an owl, he couldnât say anything, and that suited him just fine.Â
He looked up and saw Hogwarts castle, collapsing his wings to dive lower, making a loop around, coasting over the surface of the Black Lake and letting the wind take him up to the highest point of the astronomy tower. He perched there and looked down, ruffling his feathers, watching students as they crossed the courtyard on their way to classes. After preening himself, and hunting a few mice that lingered on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, he went to the owlry at sunset.Â
The other owls stayed away from him. Theyâd evacuate whatever perch Harry chose for the night. If they had any thoughts at all, Harry was sure they knew there was something off about himâthat he wasnât like they were, and part of him wished his animagus had taken the shape of a less intelligent species. If he were a dog, for example, he was sure that he could find a pack to accept him. Then, at least, he wouldnât be lonely in both human and animal form.Â
Once the nocturnal owls cleared out, the other diurnal owls slept on the other side of the owlry from him each night, and were gone when woke up in the morning. Not one of them had ever shared their food, or preened his feathers, or done anything that the other owl friends would do. He ruffled his feathers to interrupt his thought, letting his instincts clear his mind, the edge of hunger in his stomach telling him to hunt.Â
He decided to go further, toward the woods in Hogsmeade village, finding the spot where he knew mice dwelled behind a restaurant, where food scraps would be thrown. He perched on top of the roof, watching, waiting, his mind blank aside from when heâd catch a bit of movement and zero in, searching for a mouse or squirrel he could snatch up. Entirely still, he waited, hardly blinking. When a juicy-looking mouse scurried toward the building, Harry swooped, grabbed it with his talons and flew into the woods.Â
Heâd found a nice patch of earth to enjoy his meal, near some flowers. There was a footpath nearby, and Harry watched people pass by from the brush as he let his meal digest a bit before flying. He was watching a little girl as she ran toward her parent, stretching up for their hand, just old enough to walk. The parent picked her up, out of Harryâs eye-line, and only then did Harry hear the soft patter of paws from behind him. He turned just in time to see the face of the fox as it lunged to attack him, its pointy teeth ripping into his chest, clamping his wing, lifting him from the ground as Harryâs other wing outstretched, trying to get away.Â
The fox clamped its jaw harder, and Harry let out several loud shrieks that heâd never heard himself make before. The fox rammed him into the ground, smushing Harryâs head into the dirt, and Harry heard a loud snap just before a wave of pain rocketed through him, his shrieks growing louder. From under the brush, he saw a pair of shoes running toward him, his spirits lifting as he realised someone had heardâsomeone was coming to helpâand then everything went dark.
Harry and Draco are caught on Kiss Cam at a Quidditch game. This would be fine, if they weren't friends and auror partners, or if the camera person weren't so damned stubborn.
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"What row is it? How far must I climb?â Draco asked.
âThis says row seventy-nine. Weâre onâŚâ Harry leaned over the railing, reading the sign. âFifty-three.âÂ
Draco groaned loudly as he continued up.Â
âYouâre welcome for getting such good seats,â Harry called.Â
âAt what cost? I could go into cardiac arrest, you know? Youâd think theyâd come up with some sort of lift system. This is absurd, having to climb our way to the top.âÂ
âMaybe you could quit the aurors and dedicate your life to lift-installation in sports arenas.âÂ
âI would, but nobody else would be able to put up with my git of a partner. Theyâd beg me to return.âÂ
âAs if!â Harry said, jabbing a knuckle into his ribs, making Malfoy run up the next several steps to get away from him. âItâs a wonder you havenât been killed in an on-the-job accident.â
âIâm too clever to be killed by some low-life criminal.âÂ
âNot by a criminalâby me.âÂ
âWell, that wouldnât be an accident, now would it? Youâd have about a decade and a half of pre-meditation, at least. Youâd never get away with it.âÂ
âThatâs the only reason I havenât done it.âÂ
âMaybe you could try in the winter when things get slow. It could be fun. What level are we on now?âÂ
âI donât know, look at the blasted sign yourself,â Harry said, breathing hard, dragging himself up by the railing, trying to take the effort of climbing off of his legs. His eyes caught on a sign as they passed by, and he groaned. âSixty-one.âÂ
âCirceâs tits, Potter, youâre going to have to carry me. I canât make another eighteen flights.âÂ
âIâm not carrying you, dickhead. You can stop if you want, but Iâm getting this over with.âÂ
At the next landing, Draco slumped against a railing, head tilted back, resting on his elbows. Harry glanced at his throat as he passed by, head ducked as he started up the next flight, breathing hard as he carried up several more flights and then stopped, clung to the railing, wiped sweat from his brow. His lungs achedâhis thighs burnedâhis shirt was sticking to his back.Â
âI always knew you were pathetic, Potter,â Draco said from behind him, and Harry lifted his head, looking at him as he passed by, his face red from exertion.Â
âYou gave up first!â Harry bellowed, following up after him, hand on his chest as he struggled to breathe.Â
âYes, but I recovered quicker,â Draco said, his steps slow and heavy. âIâve got better staminaâalways have.âÂ
âGo fuck a broomstick, Malfoy,â Harry murmured as he jogged up the flight ahead, seeing there were three more flights left.Â
He could hear Draco keeping pace behind him, ignoring the fatigue in his legs, the burning of his lungs, the rasp of his throat as he drew in breath and reached the seventy-ninth row. He tried not to seem too relieved, looking down at his ticket, wiping sweat from his eyes to read their seat number and then the signage, turning left. He dragged the sleeve of his shirt across his face to dry it, trying to get control of his breathing before they found their seats.Â
Squeezing past the other people in the front row, he sat down and rubbed his hands on his knees, looking up as Draco passed in front of him and collapsed beside him.Â
âI hate you so much,â Draco gasped, his hair clinging to his forehead.Â
âWeâre exactly on the centre line. These are great seats. Stop complaining.âÂ
âI taste blood.âÂ
âAlready? But I havenât even punched you yet.âÂ
Thereâs a new employee at Dracoâs favourite coffee shop.
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âWow,â Harry said as he approached, looking at Draco like he were wearing his nicest suit and not a simple sweater and jeans. âSo this is you on a weekend, hm?âÂ
Draco looked down at himself to make sure he was wearing what he thought he was. Then, he looked at Harryâhis t-shirt, strong arms, apron tied at his neck.Â
âYes,â Draco responded eventually, and for some reason, Harry laughed.Â
âWhatâll it be?âÂ
âI trust you,â Draco said, then flushed. âI meanâwhateverâanythingââÂ
âSure,â Harry said, his smile easyâcalm. âOn me, today.âÂ
âPlease, let me,â Draco said, card already in hand. âReally, thereâs no need. Donât they take it from your paycheque?âÂ
Harry grinned, then tamed it, nodded a bit.Â
âAlright. How about I buy you one and you buy me one?âÂ
Draco nodded, and Harry took out his wallet, reached to tap his own card to the reader, then rang up another drink, gesturing for Draco to do the same. He moved to the end of the table, wondering if Harry would drink his now or wait until his shift had ended. Two cups with his name were set in front of him, then someone beside him grabbed one of his cups, and Dracoâs eyes trailed it as they lifted it to their mouth and drank.Â
It was strange, the difference between three feet and a few inches. Draco had never noticed before. Now, he could see Harryâs eyelashesâthe chain of a necklace under the collar of his t-shirtâsmell his sweet cologne even through the richness of fresh-ground coffee. He was so real.Â
âWonât you get in trouble?â Draco asked, noticing the absence of his apronâor rather, the outline of his chest muscles that he could now see without it.Â
âThey can stand twenty minutes without me, surely. Weâre not busy. Care to sit?âÂ
Draco looked toward the tables, then the bar near the window.Â
âIâveâŚnever had time before.âÂ
Harry went to the bar, pulled out one of the stools and gestured to it. Draco realised he hadnât followed and immediately stepped forward, then had to go back for his drink, smoothed a hand over his hair to hide his blush as he sat down. He squinted as he looked out the window, having never been here when it was so bright.
Draco saw their knees were an inch apart and didnât dare move, holding his cup so firmly the sides bowed.Â
âHow do you like yours?â Harry asked, and Draco tore his eyes away from Harryâs leg as he sipped his drink.Â
âRaspberry?â
âWe can swap, if you donât like it. I have toffee. You like that one.âÂ
Draco hummed, shook his head.Â
âItâs alright. Might prefer the non-fruity flavours a bit more, though.âÂ
âHere,â Harry said, taking the lid off his. âIâll take yours.âÂ
âIâve already had some. It has myâŚgerms andâŚthings...âÂ