Warning: NC-17. graphic sex

Coming directly from the Wizengamot, Draco stumbled as he stepped out of the Floo but quickly recovered his equilibrium. He brushed the ash off his shoulders with the palms of his hands and walked towards the middle of the parlor, his gaze sliding across the dark room where he expected to glimpse a mop of black hair.

"Harry, where are you?" he shouted.

"Upstairs, I'm waiting for you!" Harry's voice seemed muffled, coming through the half-open door.

Draco made his way into the dark hall and took the stairs at a trot, glancing at the clear squares in between the cracked, aged wallpaper. Narcissa had told him about the strange Black family custom of hanging the heads of the elves as gruesome trophies. He shook his head and gripped the banister tighter.

"I gave Kreacher the day off," Harry said in a loud voice coming farther down the corridor. Draco followed the sound and finally came to a door which he softly pushed, the hinges creaking as it swung open.

The sight that greeted Draco coaxed a moan out of his lips. In the middle of the rumpled sheets of a big four poster bed was Harry, his back propped up against the headboard with several pillows. He was bare, exposing miles of smooth skin to Draco's hungry gaze. His eyes followed the supple lines of strong calves that led to wide thighs. Draco tilted up his chin and noticed Harry's hungry gaze directed at him; his grey eyes gazed at Harry's broad chest, his eyes following the taut muscles downward until the ridges of his sculpted abs, ending in the patch of dark hair around Harry's arousal, long and thick.

Draco's mouth watered at the sight and his cock throbbed at the sound of Harry's voice, rough with lust. "Didn't want Kreacher around us when I shag you into next week."

Harry's fingers gripped his dick as he narrowed his eyes at Draco. "You're wearing too many clothes."

With a slight motion of Harry's hand he cast a wandless spell. Draco's clothes writhed on his body and took off like startled crows until he stood nude in front of the bed, his pale cock jutting proudly.

Harry palmed his thick shaft and his thumb swirled around his glistening cockhead. "Ride me," he ordered, his guttural voice oozing sex.

Draco's entrance throbbed with the need to feel Harry inside him. He stepped towards the bed and scooted on his knees towards Harry, swinging his left leg around Harry's hip and settling on his lap, his cock rubbing teasingly Harry's dick.

Harry made a fist around both their cocks while Draco whimpered at the sweet friction, his pale hand reaching down to grip both of them, feeling Harry's dick deliciously throbbing around his fingers as it nudged his own cock.

Harry glanced up at him. "Want to see you squirm in pleasure as you bob up and down on my cock. Wanted it for months, my obsession in those lonely woods. The promise of this…" He squeezed lightly their dicks. "That's what kept me going."

Draco groaned as Harry lifted his arm, waving his hand to cast wandlessly the Lubricius spell. Draco wiggled his hips at the uncomfortable sensation of thick lube cooling his insides.

"Should've warned me, Potter!" He growled.

Harry's hands caressed the white thighs that straddled his hips as he smirked up at Draco. "Scared, Malfoy?"

"You wish!" Draco huffed, his fingers sliding down the crease of his thighs, his thumb finally swirling around his slick entrance before he breached himself, wincing at the slight burn.

"Merlin!" Harry groaned. "You look so hot as you spread yourself on your fingers!"

Draco bent down to kiss Harry while he slid another finger into his eager body, his moans greedily swallowed by his boyfriend.

Draco scissored his fingers, wincing at the burn, the pad of his forefinger striking a glancing blow at the pleasure spot inside his body which made him shiver. His muscles clenched around his knuckles, but it wasn't enough. He needed something thicker; he needed Harry. Pale fingers slid out of him with a lewd popping sound and Draco scooted forward on his knees.

Harry closed his thumb and forefinger around his shaft, lifting his other hand to spread Draco's cheeks as he guided him down onto his cock.

The blunt cockhead easily breached Draco's slick, open hole as Harry slid his hands under pale thighs to hold his lover's weight. Draco shimmied his hips, savoring the stretch as he slowly sank down; he spread his thighs wider, grimacing at the thick girth that stretched his body like it was being cleaved in two. At that moment of their flesh joining together, Draco felt a complete connection with Harry, like he was an integral part of him.

The burning stretch was unpleasant, though, until Draco arched his back, the angle shifting the sensations around the dick which impaled him and nudging his sweet spot. Draco thrust down his hips, closing his eyes and squirming when he felt the wiry hair scratching his thighs as he was completely impaled.

Harry rumbled deep in his chest at the tight heat that gripped his cock. He squinted at Draco riding him, letting his magic free so it would do what he had dreamed of during those lonely nights in the forbidding woods.

Draco opened his eyes, startled at the sensation of the thick cock leaving his body until only the flared crown spread his rim, and then he moaned as Harry's magic let him down gently until he sat on Harry's lap again.

"You like it, Draco?" Harry chuckled darkly, his fingers closing around Draco's swollen cockhead. "Magic making you bounce up and down on my cock?"

"Again, faster!" babbled Draco.

Harry savored the sight of the pale body covered with a fine sheen of sweat and the pleasure shining through Draco's exquisite face. He enjoyed coaxing these emotions from the wizard he was in love with, to see him come undone, bereft of his polished manners.

To make Draco forget the harsh world as Harry claimed him, knowing no one else would ever get to see him like this for Draco was his, forever.

Magic swirled around the two wizards, effortlessly lifting Draco as his muscles clenched greedily around Harry's cock to keep it inside him, the drag against his walls and rim driving him wild. Then magic pushed him down harshly, Harry's dick invading his slick channel, tantalizingly jabbing against his prostate until he was grinding down on Harry's lap. The feeling of fullness coaxed whimpers from Draco which Harry's ears drank, sweaty dark hair plastered on his skull.

Harry closed his fist around Draco's neglected dick, pumping him to the same harsh rhythm in which he rose and fell.

"Merlin!" Draco groaned as Harry's relentless magic manhandled him so roughly he was squirming with pleasure, feeling Harry inside and around him, until his hole clenched tight when he impacted Harry's lap. He came with a hoarse shout, spurts of come landing on Harry's chin and chest, sliding down his torso to dribble down onto the sheets.

Harry pumped up his hips, thrusting into the tight heat that gripped him like a vise. The vision of Draco's face twisted in utmost pleasure was the last push he needed to climax. He came with a grunt, bathing Draco's insides with his warm come.

His power lifted Draco's exhausted body off Harry, laying him down gently on the bed alongside him. Directing his magic precisely so it produced the sexy movements had been harder than breaking the Malfoy wards, Harry conceded, his breath coming in harsh pants due to the magical exertion.

He managed to cast a cleaning spell as Draco cuddled next to him. In the aftermath of their powerful orgasms, the Seekers fell into a deep, relaxing sleep.

oOoOo

Draco nibbled on his toast and glanced at Harry, his nose wrinkling at the unseemly Muggle pajamas his lover wore. "That was an extraordinary display of magic last night."

"Practiced a lot during those lonely stretches we did nothing but stroll through the woods." Harry shrugged, wolfing down his sausages and eggs, the morning light peeking through the windows of the master bedroom at 12 Grimmauld Place.

Draco thrust his chin at the door. "Your house-elf is strange."

"Kreacher was almost pleasant," Harry said, narrowing his eyes. "Guess the fact I hooked up with the Malfoy heir makes him very pleased."

"Whatever," Draco drawled, leaning down to pick up the glass of milk. He glanced at Harry's calm expression and decided to take the plunge and tell him the truth.

"I've got a job offer," Draco said between sips. "You won't believe with whom."

"Gringotts?" Harry arched an eyebrow.

Draco shook his head.

"The Aurors?"

"No, I don't like those prats," Draco answered.

"Then who offered you the job?" Harry said, running out of patience.

"The Unspeakables."

"You're taking the piss out of me!" Harry growled. "I've heard it's very hard to get them to take you, and you haven't even finished Hogwarts!"

"An opportunity came up to work undercover." Draco shrugged. "They said they would help me afterwards if I accepted their offer, and I just had to take it. I have to admit I was in a very tight spot."

Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco, pushing aside his half-eaten breakfast. "That was recently, I suppose."

Draco nodded slowly.

"So you mean to tell me you were working undercover all that time in the Manor?" Harry said incredulously, his voice rising in anger. "That I breached the bloody wards for nothing?"

Draco raised his hand. "I did work under the instructions of the Unspeakables; they were rather vague though. Managed to puzzle out some information using the Malfoy Mirrors, one of which you saw."

"You were talking to the Unspeakables that time in your study?" Harry said, curiosity overriding his annoyance.

"No, I was talking to Tinaxle, a goblin. One Mirror was in our vaults and I used it to convey my suspicions that the Gringotts wards were compromised, based on what Pansy, Theo, and Blaise told me."

"Quite Slytherin of you," Harry said with a frown.

"It was the only means of communication with the outside world, as I told you," Draco said softly. "We were truly trapped inside the Manor and if you hadn't broken those wards, I would have died."

Then Draco lowered his chin, his pale fingers playing with the fork on the table. "I had to do it to help Mother and Father. I hope you're not too angry."

Harry's fingers brushed against Draco's wrist. "Not angry, just surprised is all. Guess I should've seen it coming, knowing you're always planning something."

Draco intertwined his fingers with Harry's. "This time the plan worked."

Harry shot him a smile. "Good for you!" Then he puzzled his eyebrows in thought. "Oi, I've heard the Unspeakables can only tell their wives and husbands?"

Draco nodded. "That's true. But since I'm not ever letting you go, I thought I might as well tell you now."

Harry's predatory gaze swept up and down Draco's body. "It's good that you realize you're forever mine."

oOoOo

Hogwarts, Last day of Eighth Year

Hermione brushed a lock of hair off her forehead, glancing down at the parchment she held between her fingers.

"What is it, Mione?" Ron said, brushing the pie crumbs off his robes.

"The Ministry accepted my application," she said, craning her chin to beam at her boyfriend. "I'll work in the new Liaison Department between magical beings and wizards."

"That's great, Hermione!" Harry said, his hand sliding down the table to rub his boyfriend's thigh.

"I'm going to travel around the world for a year, hoping to get a glimpse of a Snorkack or two. What will you do, Harry?" Luna eyed Harry from across the table.

In their final year at Hogwarts, Headmistress McGonagall had decided to ease restrictions and allow the students to sit where they wanted, hoping for better relations between the Houses. It worked to some extent, but the main push to break the barriers that had stood for centuries came from Harry and Draco's relationship. The two wizards had certainly met some hostility, but their swift wands assured them peace.

"I'm not sure," Harry said. "I might take up Quidditch again, you know. I'm not that rusty after battling this prat for the Quidditch Cup." He beamed at Draco.

"And you, Ron?" Luna said.

"George needs help running Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes." Ron pulled a dish towards him. "I might join the Ministry later, though."

"Following on your father's footsteps," Draco said.

"Exactly." Ron sighed and then started wolfing down another pie.

"What about you, Draco?" Hermione said.

"I might become a Potions Master, or a Healer; I might even follow Harry into Quidditch," Draco drawled. "I'm not sure."

Harry bit back a smile at that, knowing that Draco's heart was set on becoming an Unspeakable, though it would be interesting if he turned to Quidditch as a cover. The battles they would wage to catch the Snitch would be legendary!

oOoOo

On the evening of Graduation Day, Harry felt melancholic and wanted to spend time alone. He made his way to the Black Lake and sat on the shore, throwing stones at the placid water as dusk settled down on his last day at Hogwarts.

He didn't want to leave Hogwarts, the home that had sheltered him for so long. Sure, he had his friends and his fiancé, but it wouldn't be the same to live far away from the castle. He glanced up at the stout Hogwarts towers in the distance, wishing he could shrink them and keep them in his pocket forever.

"What are you doing here on your own, Mr. Potter?"

Harry glanced up at Maurice Berkano, the professor of Ancient Runes they got when Bathsheba Babbling took a sabbatical. The wizard made him uncomfortable, though; there was something in the way he was always studying him and his friends that got under his nerves. Harry had even mentioned it to McGonagall but she dismissed his worries, pointing out that Berkano's credentials were impeccable.

Harry shrugged. "Wanted some time on my own. It's hard to believe I'm finally leaving this place."

Berkano pulled out a thin book from his robes and opened it, muttering. "There's a certain rune that may help you. It soothes the mind, according to the Norse sagas. It's right here but I can't see it well in the twilight." He crouched down, his shoes squeaking on the pebbles that littered the shore. "Mind lending me a Lumos, Potter?"

"Sure." Harry stood up, his hand fishing out his wand from his robes. He lifted it to cast the spell but in his moment of distraction, Berkano had pulled out his wand.

"Expelliarmus!" Berkano yelled and Harry's wand flew towards the shore. This was followed by a quick "Incarcerous!"

Harry fell to the ground, his body tightly bound with ropes. "What the hell?" He shouted.

Berkano walked towards the spot Harry's wand had fallen and lifted it in triumph. "At last, the moment I have been waiting for all year long!"

"What do you want?" Harry said angrily, squirming upon the wet pebbles that poked his back. "You're a Death Eater, aren't you?" He spat out. "Or you follow that prat Compton and want to free him?"

Berkano glanced down at Harry, a sinister smirk on his pale face. "I'm neither a Death Eater nor a follower of the person you mention. I'm simply a man that wants to become the most powerful wizard in the world."

"What do you mean?"

"I've studied the ancient myths during my long career, Potter, including the Deathly Hallows," Berkano said. "I've also read carefully the published accounts of your Hogwarts years and the Final Battle, and I know the reason you vanquished You-Know-Who. You were the Master of the Elder Wand and thus unbeatable, and since I've just bested you, the fabled Elder wand is mine!"

Harry shuddered at that. This bloke seemed to have gleaned the correct facts, reading between the lines of the books that had been published.

"Now I'm off to Dumbledore's tomb to reclaim what is mine."

Berkano disapparated while Harry thrashed around violently. It was useless, the ropes held him very tightly. He concentrated on his wandless magic and it seemed to work, the ropes becoming looser as the seconds tickled by.

But Harry was still bound when Berkano returned, his fingers caressing lovingly the knobs that ran down the length of the Elder wand.

The wizard leered down at Harry. "I hate to do this to you, Potter. After all, you've given me possession of the wand of Destiny, but I have to erase the evidence. I'm sure you understand."

The wizard brandished the Elder wand at Harry.

"Hold it right there!" Draco yelled, pointing his hawthorn wand directly at Berkano's chest.

Harry's heart beat madly against his ribs when he recognized Draco's voice. He thrashed madly on the ground, twisting his body to escape the ropes and help Draco. His fiancé didn't know what he was facing! Berkano was unbeatable, given that he had wrested possession of Harry's wand, thus gaining the allegiance of the Elder wand.

"Draco, run!" He shouted. "Berkano has the Elder wand!"

"You're barmy if you think I'm leaving you here, Potter!" Draco huffed in indignation. "I was looking for you and cast a Point Me spell just to find you at the hands of this git, and you want me to run?"

"He has the wand!" Harry said desperately.

"Indeed I do," Berkano growled darkly. "And I'm very tired of listening to you two squabbling all the time. The moment has come to rid the world of the useless Draco Malfoy!"

Berkano swished the Elder wand at Draco's heart, shouting, "Avada Kedavra!"

Draco shot the first spell that came to his mind to defend himself. "Expelliarmus!"

From his position on the ground, Harry's heart throbbed painfully as he looked up at the green beam of the Killing Curse which met the red glow of Expelliarmus. He fully expected his boyfriend to die, and Harry closed his eyes briefly, unable to watch the lifeless body of his Draco as he hit the ground.

But a strange play of light glimmered through his eyelids and Harry opened his eyes. He saw the glow of the spell and the curse mixing, and noticed the green beam was retracting, going back towards the place it had started from. Finally, it reached Berkano and enveloped his body in a green haze.

Berkano's lifeless body fell to the ground while Draco rushed towards Harry, swishing his hawthorn wand to free him. The ropes disappeared and Draco bent down, wrapping his fingers around Harry's forearm to pull him up.

"What happened?" Harry said in confusion. "Berkano won possession of the Elder wand; you should be dead!"

Draco glared at Harry and poked his chest. "Thanks for your vote of confidence, Potter! I have an inkling, but we had better take the body of this git to McGonagall, along with the wands."

"I expected you to use a Dark curse," Harry said as he picked up the Elder wand which lay nestled between two rocks.

"I shouted the first spell that came to my mind." Draco bent down to pick up Harry's wand. "To tell the truth, I've tried not to think of Dark curses and I'm glad I didn't use one; I might have jeopardized my position with the Unspeakables."

Harry shot Draco a wide grin as he brandished his wand and cast Levicorpus on Berkano's body. Then the two wizards made their way back to Hogwarts.

oOoOo

"I'm very sorry, Potter and Malfoy." Headmistress McGonagall pursed her mouth in a thin line, casting a disapproving look at Berkano's body. "Nothing in this man's resume or life indicated his unbridled ambition. He wasn't a Death Eater or a bigot of any kind."

"He just wanted to become the most powerful wizard in the world," Harry said calmly.

"Indeed. He managed to puzzle out the facts that we have labored so hard to conceal between the lines." McGonagall tilted down her chin to frown at the wands on her desk, her pointy hat leaning down like the prow of a Viking ship.

"It should have worked, though," Harry said with a frown. "He won possession of my wand and by extension of the Elder wand, the same way I did with Draco."

McGonagall tilted up her chin, staring at her two students while she bit back a sigh. Hogwarts would certainly be different without the two rambunctious wizards in front of her starting a fight, or causing a scene by kissing in the middle of the Great Hall.

"I can draw certain conclusions from the talk we had at the beginning of the school year," McGonagall said, her gaze sliding from Harry to Draco. "You two told me about the incident when the Malfoy wards were broken, and the explanations offered by Lovegood and Granger."

"Berkano did win possession of my wand," Harry said while Draco rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's stubbornness.

"You also told me about the sparks of magic both of you felt when you grabbed the hawthorn wand together," McGonagall pointed out.

"It felt like the wand had chosen both of us," Draco said.

"That is my own inference, Malfoy." McGonagall nodded. "This incident demonstrates that both of you are the masters of the wand of Destiny."

"How come?" Harry said. "I thought the wand could only have one master at a time."

"Granger and Lovegood expressed it well," McGonagall said. "The wand of Destiny is that which the Master of the Elder wand chooses as his own. It is immanent, dwelling in the world just like Death. Yet the wand chose you both."

The Headmistress glanced at Draco. "It chose you as its master before you started Hogwarts, and then chose Harry as another master after he bested you and escaped your Manor. It seems to me the wand senses the inextricable ties between you. Your feelings for each other and your magic are so intertwined that the wand sees only one strong bond and it is that which holds its allegiance."

Draco pursed his brow in thought. "So when Berkano cast the Killing Curse at me, it didn't work because he hadn't won over both of us."

"Exactly, Malfoy!" McGonagall nodded energetically. "The wand of Destiny, having recognized both of you as its masters, cannot change allegiance unless the two of you are bested by the same person! It couldn't work against one of its masters, and that's why the Killing Curse rebounded and destroyed Berkano."

"That's quite useful," Harry muttered.

"I must impress upon both of you the importance of keeping this a secret." McGonagall frowned sternly at them. "Tell no one about this! There might be people that will duplicate Berkano's reasoning, and this simple fact is your secret defense against ambitious wizards you might meet in the future."

"And you wanted me to run!" Draco shot Harry a weak glare.

"Only to save you, git!" Harry shot back with a fleeting smile, and then he leaned forward to pick his own wand.

"Potter and Malfoy, I need to notify the authorities and return the Elder wand to Albus' tomb." McGonagall sighed sadly. "I'll have to tell them Berkano was killed by an intruder; this way they won't interrogate the two of you and draw the same conclusions I have deduced."

Draco nodded at the Headmistress and made his way to the door followed by Harry, who turned to wave at McGonagall.

The Headmistress listened to their bantering voices which slowly faded away as they made their way downstairs.

"Indeed, Hogwarts will feel empty without these two," she whispered softly.

oOoOo

"So what were you doing in the Black Lake?" Draco wiggled his eyebrows at Harry, the clouds on the ceiling of the Great Hall darkening rapidly as the day drew to an end.

"I was feeling rather sad, so I wanted to be by myself." Harry lowered his chin, his dragonhide boots thudding softly on the marble floor.

"Your last day at Hogwarts getting you down, I guess." Draco stuck his hands in the pockets of his robes, the fingers of his left hand caressing his hawthorn wand.

"That's right."

"You still have your friends and you know I'll stick by you through thick or thin," Draco said, nudging Harry's elbow.

"I know, but it is sad to leave this place." Harry's voice was tinged with melancholy which his lover wanted to erase.

Draco jostled Harry's arm. "What do you say to a fast game of one-on-one Quidditch? The winner gets to top tonight."

"But it will soon be night," Harry pointed his hand at the ceiling.

"So what?" He shrugged. "We'll cast a spell on the Snitch to make it shine." The corners of Draco's lips twisted in the trademark Malfoy smirk. "Or are you scared I'll beat you?"

"In your dreams, Draco!" Harry stared at him, heat coiling on his groin. "Your winning the Cup was just a fluke. You're on!"

The two wizards dashed out of the Great Hall and strolled towards the Quidditch Pitch.

In the fading light of the setting sun, their black robes melded into the background, only Draco's blond hair and Harry's tousled locks visible from a distance as the two wizards ran towards the Pitch.

Harry and Draco's silhouettes fused together in the fading light at last, resembling their magic and lives which were inextricably linked. Now and forever.

THE END