herumtreiber

Title: Unusual ending - chapter 18 - 2
Chapter: eighteen
Author:

herumtreiber
Genre: Slash, time travel, romance, adventure
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or related characters. Nor do I make any money from the writing of these stories.
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual content
Epilogue compliant? No way!
Chapter length: 1504 words
Beta: None.
Summary: Old meets new. Harry walks all over Draco's heart, and when he realizes his mistakes he does the unforgivable so Draco takes him back. Time travel. During HBP, disregards Deathly Hallows - that means everyone's alive, except Sirius, but...

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The unfulfilled Vow - 1/2

Harry and Draco went to Hogsmeade the next day, accompanied by their friends. Harry missed the period when he spent time only with Draco, but the newly formed truce was too delicate, it needed nurturing. If Ron and Blaise fell into an easy companionship that belied their different houses, Pansy and Hermione were a different matter.

The two witches fought angrily for no reason at all. Sometimes it was Pansy who started it all by muttering under her breath, "Busy know-it-all! Mudblood!"

Other times it was Hermione who began the attack. "Bitch! Pug-nosed slut!"

It was all the boys could do to separate the two volatile witches.

At the moment, Harry was horny. It'd been a month since the battle with Voldemort, and they'd had few precious lovemaking, what with preparing to sit their exams and playing Quidditch – and avoiding the nosy reporters.

It seemed as if Draco was waiting for something, for some convolute plan to come to fruition regarding Harry. Given Draco's planning, all his sudden evasiveness and waiting for the right moment - their escapades left something to be desired.

Harry was also tired. He cursed the day Mad-Eye decided they needed to prepare for the eventuality of another Death Eater attack. While Harry was very grateful for the grizzled Auror's skilled teaching, he dreaded the intense schedule Mad-Eye had set up. Moody was a harsher coach than Oliver Wood could ever hope to be.

Initially Draco had been quite leery of the Auror – no doubt Moody's face was forever entwined in his mind with the humiliating memory of fake Moody transforming him into a ferret.

But one day, Harry showed up to the training a few minutes late. It was still dawn, and the trees glistened with the dew on the edge of the Forbidden Forest where Moody held their training.

Harry observed Mad-Eye and Draco whispering conspiratorially, and he felt a bit of fear when both of them turned to look at Hogwarts with a certain predatory look. Later Harry coaxed the story out of his blond boyfriend. Apparently Moody promised to teach Draco how to transform his enemies into furry mammals.

Moody's teaching bore its fruits when Draco transformed a leering and cackling Marcus Flint into a cross-eyed opossum, to the delight of the Slytherins and some Gryffindors who were passing by in the corridor next to the potions classroom.

The six students walked along High Street. After they passed the railroad tracks, Draco observed mockingly that the inhabitants seemed to avoid passing near to the group, obviously they still believed the dragon pox story skilfully planted by Tonks.

Before Draco and the two other couples entered the Three Broomsticks, Harry said he wanted to buy some quills at Scrivenshaft's.

In reality, Harry wanted to buy something for Draco's birthday. True, it was still a month away, but with the pressure of their exams and Moody's mad schedule, Merlin knew Harry had little time as it was.

Having passed the post office on his way to Gladrags, Harry was sauntering along the street when he was seemingly ambushed. Not by prowling Death Eaters - but by two smirking, redheaded gits.

"See whom we've found," announced Fred, who was wearing a magenta robe – apparently Draco changing the colour of their robes had thrown a challenge to the twins. Harry noticed that Fred's wound had healed perfectly; it had left an almost invisible scar. The twins were still interchangeable, to their delight.

"Our very own speccy git, Forge," replied George, who was wearing a mauve robe.

"Oi, what are you lot doing here?" asked Harry, flanked by the ginger twins.

"Well, remember the conference in Dumbledore's office, old chap?" asked Fred.

After Harry nodded, George continued, "Mom wanted us to take our last year at Hogwarts, saying that with You-Know-Who dead and all - the Death Eaters were bound to seek revenge..."

"... especially with Bellatrix still running around," said Fred.

"Mom thought we'd be safer at Hogwarts." George rolled his eyes.

"As if! Dumbledore makes it a point to invite Death Eaters to be teachers." Fred also rolled his eyes.

"We haven't forgotten Bella, the bitch!" exclaimed Fred.

"Anyway, we managed to escape mom's clutches by pointing out we were planning an expansion in Hogsmeade," said George.

"Mom apparently believes that when we're near the school, we'll feel obliged to attend some classes," added Fred, wrapping an arm comfortably around Harry's shoulder.

"Don't know who led her to believe so!" chorused the twins. Afterwards, they smiled angelically.

George pointed with his left hand to Zonko's, the store they were passing by. So the twins have set up shop in Hogsmeade, thought Harry with a mental shrug.

"So we're finishing the details. Zonko's will be the place to visit if you want to cause a little mischief at Hogwarts," said Fred.

The twins accompanied Harry to Gladrags. When Harry said he wanted to buy something for Draco, Fred pointed at some pink negligees, announcing it would be the ideal gift for the Slytherin.

Harry turned and glared at the redhead. Fred hastened to add, raising his hands. "Don't be jealous, Harry! You could wear it too; you'd look pretty in pink – it goes well with your eyes."

After Harry blushed, George added insinuatingly, "You'd be great in that, with your prettily flushed cheeks."

Frankly, Harry was fed up with the twins' banter. He took out his wand and with a lateral motion, he changed their robes into an apricot colour, liberally sprinkled with polka dots.

George turned to his twin and elbowed him. "See, Harry's just like his blond friend. Only more outlandish."

Fred frowned at his robes. "Yeah, this reminds me, Forge. We could launch a line of Voldie plushies with this pattern. Only they would get big when a certain word is uttered."

Sighing, Harry decided to buy an apricot scarf for Draco. It was hard to get something special for Draco, who had at his disposal the Malfoy fortune. Yet Harry felt Draco would love the gesture.

After he paid at the counter and walked out of the store, Fred and George followed him, ribbing him about Draco's exploits in bed.

George elbowed Harry none too gently. "Tell me, mate. How big is Draco?" he pointed to his crotch. "Down there?"

Harry refused to answer. Fred added slyly, "Is he a mouthful?"

The Gryffindor blushed. "I don't know, really. I've never..."

George and Fred ceased their playful banter instantly and exchanged concerned glances. Communicating with that ease that only twins possess, they silently exchanged a wealth of ideas. Obviously Draco had not taken that step and gotten a blow job from Harry. According to the terms of the Unbreakable Vow, his life depended on doing that.

Knowing the Slytherin, he was probably concocting some outrageous plan to get Harry down to his knees and get him to perform the act. But the twins were concerned; they didn't know how much time Draco had until the magic of the Vow reacted and considered the vow null, enacting its gruesome retribution and killing Draco - just because of his penchant for Slytherin plots.

The twins exchanged a nod. Obviously the blond Seeker needed a little push, and they knew just how to give it to him. After all, the twins owed him their lives, and thus a Life Debt.

Better to help him now, and if Draco should ever decide to call upon the bloody debt, they would conveniently remind him of their invaluable help in saving his own life.

George looked pointedly at Fred´s pocket, and Fred got the hint.

Throwing his left arm around Harry's shoulder, Fred fished inside his pocket and took out a candy. Holding it out to Harry, he said, "Well, old chap, being our investor and all, here's a prototype of our newest invention."

Harry grabbed the candy and looked warily at it. He didn't trust the twins; after all, they liked to use Ron as a guinea pig. Perhaps they had extended that courtesy to him?

Noticing Harry's troubled expression, George hastened to add, "Don't worry, mate. We've tested this product ourselves. It's a modified version of our Ton-Tongue Toffees. We call it Demitongue Toffee"

"Seeing how poor Nagini suffered so much with the candy we inadvertently threw at her," said Fred whilst he wiped an imaginary tear off his cheek.

"We decided a smaller version would be better," added George.

"This one just grows the tongue..."

"... to about twice its usual length..."

Harry was moving his head left and right, trying to follow the twin's peculiar manner of speaking until he gave up and just looked at the street ahead.

"... so that means the result is just..."

"... comfortable enough so that you can..."

"... give a great blowjob," ended the twins, leering triumphantly.

Harry blushed and grabbed the candy, eyeing it speculatively. Perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea after all. They could sure use the time to have some fun between studying for the gruelling exams.

Fulfilling a Vow