Windbound - 9/35

[herumtreiber]

Title: Windbound - 9 /35
Chapter: nine
Author:herumtreiber 
Genre: post DH, slash, romance, adventure
Disclaimer: The world and characters of Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling. Nor do I make any money from the writing of these stories.
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual content
Epilogue compliant? Epilogue complaisant
Chapter length: ~3,189 words
Summary: Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermione, Hannah/Dean, Justin/Daphne, Ginny/??? My take on the Marriage Law. Should they obey the government’s edict or fight it the Muggle way? This leads to marriage equality. Plus there’s a twist exploring how a Horcrux operates. Good!Lucius, finally:) Hufflepuff house is amply represented here.

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Chapter eight

October 10th, 1998
Hogwarts

When Draco suggested going to Hogsmeade for another outing, Harry just vetoed the idea, smiling mysteriously. Draco duly consented, after having been shocked out of his wits by the strange sight on the Map; he needed a little time to collect himself, far from the hustle and bustle of human activity. This, of course, did not preclude contact with Harry; in fact, the soothing presence of the brunet would be welcome.

They made their way to Draco's room in Slytherin. There were three beds, but only one trunk, Draco's. The room had unsurprisingly Slytherin colors, with a touch of blue and beige. The bed was luxurious, with black silk sheets and green pillows and chairs. The blond explained that he would have shared this room with Greg Goyle and Blaise Zabini, but because they were studying at Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, respectively, the room was his alone.

Harry called for a house-elf called Ditzy and asked him politely to bring them butterbeer. Seeing Draco's raised eyebrow, Harry confided that Ditzy was a close friend of Dobby's, who looked for him after the Final Battle to inquire about his elf friend. Draco sighed and stared wistfully out of the window. Even though they were in the Dungeons, the window was charmed to show a very bucolic meadow, with wildflowers shining brightly in the bright morning light.

Ditzy returned with the butterbeers and also some delicious cookies, courtesy of the Hogwarts elves. Harry and Draco talked about their families, how his parents seemingly followed his whims until it wasn't possible, in Draco's case; or how the Dursleys tried to utterly break Harry's will.

Harry felt too hot and took off his robe and the beige button down shirt he was wearing underneath that. Draco looked at Harry's finely delineated torso with barely concealed lust, so he was easily persuaded by Harry to do likewise. He took off his robe, his Slytherin scarf and his black shirt.

Harry drooled at the sight of Draco's fine physique. It reminded him of the Renaissance statues he'd seen one day on the TV, when the Dursleys were out. The sparse blond hair, almost invisible, the sharply defined chest and those delicious abs. He needed to get more!

Harry knew how much the Slytherin wanted to appear calm and aloof. Coincidentally, and by dint of being his unstoppable arch-nemesis for six years, he knew exactly the way to crack his armor.

He said, "I dare you to take off all your clothes, Draco!"

Draco coughed as he blushed, accepted the challenge, and answered sarcastically, "What's gotten into you, Harry? Is this what you really want?"

Harry drawled sexily, although unconvincingly, "Nothing's gotten into me, yet, and although I may be fairly inexperienced, I know what I want. I've made up my mind."

Draco demonstratively took off his trousers, shoes, socks and boxers, never noticing Harry's patently cheerful smirk or the way his eyes widened when he saw his cock.

Harry proceeded to chuck off his clothes, haphazardly. He didn't care where they landed, unlike Draco.

Harry proceeded to jump on the bed, near Draco and grabbed his cock with gusto. Moving his hand up and down on the smooth skin.

Harry was really turned on doing this, during the day. Completely naked as he and Draco jerked each other off. He wanted more than this, though, much more.

Harry asked, "You like this?"

Draco sighed deeply, saying, "Yes, this is really good."

"Why don't you sit on that chair?

With a surprised mien, Draco released Harry's cock and actually scooted to the edge of the chair. Now that Harry had an unobstructed view of his cock, he realized it was bigger than it had felt. It was at least 9 inches long and thick, especially in the head, it was a fitting crown to that magnificent shaft.

He gulped looking at it, and he was tempted to back down. He felt especially wanton today, though, and without further ado he grasped the root of the beautiful cock. Harry slid the head into his mouth and withdrew it. He began raining kisses on it, laving it with his tongue and finally sucking it. Draco shuddered as he felt his length enter the warm sanctuary of Harry's throat. Harry stroked the base with his left hand as he gingerly touched Draco's ball with his right. Harry overcame his hesitation and took the member in his mouth.

He worked his way down the cock slowly and gently, becoming more relaxed around the shaft, until he had most of it engulfed. The blond's hand pushed him down gently.

Then Draco tugged Harry's head urgently. A disgruntled Harry looked up to him. Draco smiled apologetically and said softly, "Someone's knocking at the door. I have to see what they want."

The annoyed men put on their boxers, trousers, shoes and robes. Draco answered the door and it turned out to be Liz Lehmke. The blond felt like using some curse on the worried-looking ombudswoman.

Liz spoke softly, "I'm sorry to interrupt, Mr. Malfoy, but I have been unable to contact my nephew Robert, we were going to Hogsmeade, but he never showed up. Since he is friends with your group, I thought you might know where he is."

Draco smirked diabolically and said, "Ms. Lehmke, I suspect you might find him in Madam Puddifoot's with a certain someone, a certain blonde someone."

Liz thanked Draco and left the room hurriedly. Draco looked forward to seeing Robert's and Susan's faces as they were caught in Puddifoot's. That would teach them to keep their appointments!

They quickly stripped off their clothes again. Harry pushed Draco down on to his bed. His cock was as big as ever and Harry was even hungrier for it after their interruption.

He swallowed most of the cock almost immediately. The brunet hoped the blond could tell how much he was enjoying the moment. Harry's cock was rigid between his legs. He wanted all of Draco and he wanted it now. The blond moaned as he grabbed Harry's head firmly.

Harry stopped before Draco would come, and he turned around and said, "Come on, shag me!"

Draco rubbed his backside tenderly as Harry kept wiggling. Eventually, the Slytherin's hands began pulling apart Harry's cheeks, his fingers circled his anus and slowly he pushed one finger in, then another.

Draco stopped the movements and asked hoarsely, "Is this what you really want, Harry?"

Harry moaned wantonly and tried to impale himself on the slim fingers. The blond must have realized how turned on Harry was, because he stopped, grabbed his wand and accio'd some lube.

Harry couldn't see what Draco was doing, but he imagined the blond kneeling down next to him. He felt the cold wet cream as Draco lubricated his waiting hole with one finger, then two and ending with three.

Harry felt Draco positioning him on his hands and knees. Then Draco guided himself into his eager hole with one hand, while he grabbed Harry's hips with the other.

Harry felt some burning at the beginning as his body was entered, but quickly it became an ineffable sensation of warmth.

Draco asked concernedly, "Are you all right?"

Harry nodded as best he could while Draco pushed with vigor. Harry soon realized that Draco had his cock buried in him to the hilt.

Harry was now lost in his pleasure. He gripped the bed sheets like a man trying to save himself from drowning, his face pushed into the mattress. Harry whimpered, "Don't stop, Draco." He continued whispering, "Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder."

His whispers got the desired result. Draco was more turned on than ever. He couldn't even tell what was going on anymore. His sensations ran the whole spectrum; he could hear himself begging to be fucked harder.

At last, Draco began driving into Harry with more passion than ever. Harry scrunched his eyes and pushed back against him, his face buried in the sheets as he moaned one last time. He could feel him shoot deep inside as Draco forced his way inside one last time.

Faced with this imagery, Harry came and hungrily clenched around Draco's cock, milking it for all it was worth.

They collapsed there, panting. Slowly Draco withdrew from Harry.

The blond took his wand and performed cleaning spells for both of them. The exhausted young men dived under the sheets, cuddling each other.

Before Draco fell asleep, he noticed that despite Harry's intimating that he was very innocent, he sure knew how to make the right moves during sex, and projected an image of raw sensuality.

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On Sunday, Hannah Abbot was walking down to the Lake, when she noticed a mop of blond hair approaching at dangerous distances. She cursed the fact that she'd lost so much schooling, while under her relatives' care. She constantly had to fight her tight schedule to have time for herself, and when she did, she had to find the most annoying git in the Universe!

She quickly approached a copse of trees and blended easily in the shadows.

She heard footsteps coming from the other direction and stepped back from the sanctuary of the trees to behold one of her schoolmates, Dean Thomas. The tall, distinguished-looking, black Gryffindor greeted her cheerfully and they started talking about football, one of Thomas's hobbies that Hannah did not like at all. She kept trying to steal glances over her shoulder when Dean noticed and asked nonchalantly, "What's the matter? Don't you want to speak with your lovely fiancé, Zacharias Smith?"

The petite brunette replied, scowling fiercely, "I hate that git's guts! I hope I never have to marry him. It is unfair to force one to marry against one's convictions."

To distract the enraged Hufflepuff, Dean started talking about Brazil's chances in the next Soccer World Cup. Hannah interrupted, "Why do people talk about that country so much when discussing the Cup?"

Dean smirked infuriatingly and replied, "Maybe because Brazil has won the Cup several times. They are a top contender, like it or not, and they are always in play even when seemingly invisible. You have to take that into consideration always. Now, if it was up to me, I'd be watching the English and German teams."

Then they talked about TV shows, a compromise for them. When she looked at her watch, she saw it was time to go back to Hogwarts. She said, "Excuse me, Dean, but I have to go back and finish that Potions homework from Professor Slughorn. He's very punctilious regarding grammar, and I'd better have a head start."

Dean smiled easily and replied, "I can help you with that. That year I paid especial attention to Potions, given that Snape was not there."

The Hufflepuff and the Gryffindor made their way back to Hogwarts.

Hermione was in the Library, preparing her Runes essay. She decided to place special emphasis on the Futhark Runes. She dipped her quill and prepared to write as a flurry to her left indicated that Draco had arrived. The Slytherin sat down next to her with his own sheaf of papers. He took out quills and an ink bottle and prepared to write. He glowed and looked like the cat that ate the canary.

Hermione started writing about a Rune that symbolized the security of home and the love of family. She mused sadly if this would ever happen to her. She reminisced about life with her parents, before she transformed them into Monika and Wendell Wilkes.

Draco interrupted her meditations saying, "What's the matter, Granger? You look a little lost."

Hermione replied, "It's nothing, Draco. I've told you about how I modified my parents' memories and sent them to Australia. I've located their new home, but the research I've read seems to show that the result of cancelling the spell would be lethal."

"I can't do this to them, so I'll let them live a happy life. Still, that means that I have lost them!"

Draco replied wistfully, "Not necessarily. I know how it feels to fight with all you've got for the lives of your parents. I would have done what you did in a heartbeat, if I'd been able to. I would keep Lucius and Narcissa safe from the clutches of Voldemort."

"But if you cannot give them back their memories magically, there might be other means. For example, did they like to read?"

Hermione said, "Mom loved to read Science Fiction. Dad tended to read more historical novels. Mom especially liked the Dune series and David Brin's work. She loved to speculate about what would happen with the world. She never lost that interest in science, even when she learned about magic."

Draco added, "Justin tells me of this electronic World Wide Web they have. The Net. He tells me people write stories about their favorite books and put them in these pages. Perhaps you should write stories based on the books you know your parents love. In these tales, perhaps a princess faces the immediate extinction of her family unless she takes swift action and desperately concocts a plan to erase her parents' memories and whisk them away, so they can live free. There could be cues that hinted at the life they lived before they had you."

"Let the stories flow, and one day, your parents may read them. Eventually you would return to them and hint about your family life, introducing them step by step into the world they left behind, doing it gently so they can absorb as much of the truth as they can."

A voice out of thin air added, "He's right, Hermione!" With a flourish, Harry took off the Invisibility Cloak. Thankfully they were the only ones in that section of the Library. Hermione thought that this dramatic side of Harry was sometimes hard to take.

The brunet sat at the other side of Hermione and added, "Memories are not eternal. They fade away with time, lose their sharpness and vivid colors and become like sepia photographs, eventually all the colors run into grey."

"Memories do not last. However, love lasts. The emotions behind their actions still remain; they are like prisoners waiting to be freed with a touch, or a scent. They love you, even though they don't know it yet, Hermione. Do what Draco says."

Hermione wiped her right cheek surreptitiously with the pad of her thumb. She said, "Do you think love lasts forever, Harry?"

Harry replied, "I don't know what awaits us in the next great adventure, but I do know that something so ephemeral and resilient, something so deep and inclusive cannot be easily dismissed."

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The trio fell into their pattern of doing their homework, when they were disturbed by an unwelcome Gryffindor. Lavender Brown entered the room and directed herself to their table. She started chatting cheerfully with them. Hermione was trying her utmost to ignore her. Harry listened and interjected occasionally a comment or two. Draco listened with a stoic face and smiled from time to time.

Hermione was so intent on ignoring poor Lavender that when she wasn't writing, she was looking at books, other tables, other parchments and not at Lavender. So it was she who noticed when Draco touched a seemingly innocent parchment which suddenly started to sprout lines and colors, coalescing around a facsimile of a room. The Serpent's Map!

She observed the usual smirking snake and psychotic lion icons. She noticed Draco's, and her own and Harry's. She saw a lion icon next to Lavender's name, which also had the initials PB appended.

PB? But that meant that Lavender was pureblood! There was a way out for Draco!

The blond had noticed Hermione looking intently at his hand. He then saw that he was holding the Map. He reached the same conclusions as Hermione. He also knew that the irrepressible Gryffindor would cause a ruckus if it was handled incorrectly. So he lifted his hand from the Map and the parchment immediately became blank.

Draco turned to stare at Hermione and said, "Come with me, we'll find Justin and he'll tell you all about the Net." He sauntered over to Harry and mussed his hair affectionately. He blew a kiss in Lavender's direction and said, "Till later." Then he grabbed Hermione's hand and dragged a seemingly unresisting Hermione to the first empty classroom he found. He cast privacy charms and let go of Hermione's hand.

She softly said, "Did you see it?"

Draco replied, "Yes, Lavender is a pureblood."

Hermione answered excitedly, "But that gives you an out! You can go to the Ministry and say that Lavender is pureblood and therefore cannot marry you, a pureblood, under the guidelines of the Marriage Law. You've got them by the balls."

Draco sighed and said tiredly, "I don't think you understand who you're fighting against, Hermione. These are not chivalrous gentlemen who would step aside and apologize if they ever heard that. They are ruthless people that seek to control the purebloods' fortunes through nefarious means."

"If I went to them as you say and did what you suggest, all they would do would be to search for a more unpleasant partner, someone even more pliable to their demands. They would then announce that person as having been chosen by that fabled Goblet."

"If push comes to shove, I'd rather work with Lavender. Sure, she is vain, opinionated and a little shallow; she is also courageous, intelligent and stubborn. We have a seven year history together. She was never the main target of my sarcasm. I can work with her and persuade her to make common cause with me, the father of her future son. If they choose a total stranger, I would lose that."

Draco sat himself down at the desk, and twiddling his wand carelessly, continued, "Life is not as you would like it to be, where there is peril and an easy solution, an easy fix. It demands pain and suffering, and certain ruthlessness. It is human nature."

"I must ask you to solemnly swear that you will reveal to no one what you have learned: that Lavender Brown is a pureblood."

Hermione sat down in the desk, next to Draco, and replied, "Do you want me to make an Unbreakable Vow?"

Draco smiled and replied, "A Gryffindor's vow is sacred, especially if it's you, Granger. Your word will be more than enough."

Hermione agreed and vowed that she would keep that knowledge to herself. A little bit later, Draco took out the Map and it activated, showing the room and the corridors next to it. Draco moved his finger and a bit farther away he noticed the icon of Ron Weasley, apparently coming near them. Draco advised Hermione of this development and the bushy-haired witch hurriedly left.

Chapter ten