Such desire and want poured out of Draco with those two words that Harry could not deny him, taking pity and reaching round to take hold of Draco's cock. It was all too clear that his lover could not take much more and plans or no plans he gave in and took the shorter route.

Buried ball deep in Draco, he pumped his lover's cock and Draco cried out, all but instantly coming, his whole body shuddering time after time. Energy flooded into him and out of him as he felt so completely connected to Draco that it was almost frightening. He gripped Draco, leaning over his lover's back and came, still seated deep within his lover. His magic ripped free of his control as it had done that one time before and Draco cried out again beneath him as Draco's orgasm rekindled to its original intensity.

Harry's mind shut down any sensible thought, riding out the wave of pleasure along with Draco, his skin prickling in a very familiar way by the time he could gather any brain power together at all. This time the little shots of lightning were not a surprise, but that didn't mean he didn't pull away and collapse in an exhausted heap as soon as they were gone.

He still didn't know what he was doing to Draco, if the expression of power even meant anything other than that he was claiming Draco completely as his own, but it definitely didn't feel bad.

Draco just collapsed on the bed where he was and looked at Harry with heavy, lidded eyes.

"Lightning again," was Draco's tired, but satisfied comment.

"Hmmm," was as close as Harry managed to a word.

"We might have to look into that," Draco commented, flipping onto his back and then just lying there.

"Hmmm," Harry replied, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

It felt right and, at that moment, that was all that mattered to him.

Sometime later, having recovered somewhat, they were just cuddling, something Harry was beginning to think he really liked. Having Draco close was comforting and it settled all of the creatures inside of him. It made him feel calm, which was rare in his new world.

"I love you," he said, the words just popping out before his brain caught up with his mouth.

He had admitted it to Narcissa easily enough, but he hadn't planned on saying it straight to Draco. He had come to know Draco very well over the past few weeks and declarations of love was not something he thought Draco would be comfortable with, but he'd said it now and he wasn't talking it back. Draco didn't say anything in return, just lay there, facing away from him as their bodies were spooned together, but he knew Draco wasn't asleep.

"Pettigrew," Draco said eventually, after what seemed like ages to Harry; "he was my only contact with the outside world. Voldemort wouldn't let me see anyone else, even the house elves weren't allowed to talk to me."

It was not an 'I love you', but Harry got the message and squeezed Draco gently to show he understood.

"At first he just used to come and give me Voldemort's message and go," Draco continued to tell him, "but then, once he realised I wasn't likely to be in Voldemort's good graces any time soon, he changed."

Draco shifted in his arms and Harry could sense his discomfort.

"It started when he offered to take a message to my mother for me," Draco said quietly; "he pretended to be all concerned for me and I almost fell for it, until he named his price. He wanted sexual favours; nothing as grand as Voldemort he assured me, just a hand job or two, maybe a blow job. I told him to go to hell."

Harry barely suppressed the growl that wanted to rumble through his chest, as he thought of Wormtail propositioning Draco like that.

"After that it just got worse," Draco explained as Harry held him; "his suggestions became more lewd by the day. I think he spent most of the day thinking up what he was going to say to me. He even suggested that the reason I didn't want anyone else was that I was far too close to my father. Now my father may have been all kinds of a monster, but he never laid a hand on me."

Ever so gently Harry stroked Draco's arm in silent support.

"I think the only thing that stopped him doing anything to me, forcing me," Draco eventually began to speak again, "was that he was afraid what Voldemort would do. He spelled me with ropes more than once and pretended he was going to take what he wanted, but he never had the guts to do it."

"He's an evil little coward," Harry said, finally needing to speak, "and he will get what he deserves."

Draco did not reply, but did move back against him so their bodies were perfectly aligned. All Harry could do was pet his lover gently and hold him as he went over what he now knew in his mind.

"I made him a squib," he said suddenly, calling to mind the one thing Dumbledore had told him about Wormtail that he had not shared with his friends.

That made Draco turn and look at him.

"What?" was the rather unSlytherin like question.

"The experts in St Mungo's," Harry explained, feeling no guilt about it now, "they think he's a squib now. I think I absorbed his magic while I had his soul."

That caused a glint in Draco's eyes, one that reminded Harry very sharply that he was in no way dealing with a Gryffindor.

"Good," Draco said and settled down again, "I hope he lives a long and pain-filled life knowing that he can never use magic again."

Harry might not have been so cruel with anyone else, for a wizard to lose their magic was almost worse than death, but when it came to Wormtail he whole heartedly agreed.

"I hope they put him in Azkaban and throw away the key," he said and snuggled back down against Draco.

Wormtail dead would satisfy the more bloody parts of his nature, but Wormtail in the same place he had put Sirius, with no magic to help him; that was a better revenge. It was not a nice thought, but it made him feel just a little bit calmer about the only person left that he truly hated.

"There's a spot just below my left shoulder," Draco said, distracting him from his darker thoughts; "it's a bit stiff."

Harry smiled into Draco's hair; he knew Draco was trying to take his mind off what they had just talked about, but he did not object and moved back a little, placing his fingers on Draco's back. When he moved them in slow, firm circles, the moan Draco gave was more than worth the effort.

~*~

It was getting late and Harry was mostly asleep with a dozing Draco in his arms when Dobby popped into existence beside the bed.

"I is sorry, Harry Potter, Sir," Dobby said quietly, "but Headmaster Dumbledore is asking me to deliver this if Harry Potter is not yet asleep. It is arriving by special delivery."

Dobby held out a pure white envelope with gold lettering on the front spelling out his name.

"Thanks, Dobby," he said, moving very carefully to take the offered letter without waking Draco.

He had been on the point of falling asleep, but he didn't want Dobby to think he was upset with him, so he did not show any annoyance. It wasn't Dobby's fault that a house elf's definition of still awake was probably not what Dumbledore had meant. Dobby smiled at him, bobbing a little bow and then vanished again.

For a moment Harry thought about putting the letter on the bedside table to look at in the morning, but then he realised he was awake and that curiosity was getting the better of him, so he gently freed his other arm from under Draco and opened the envelope. Inside was a card, also embossed with gold lettering.

The Order of Merlin cordially invites

Harry James Potter

to the Hall of Merlin on the 21st December at 6pm

for a ceremony to honour those who have aided in the war against the Dark.

The Order also wish to bestow on Mr Potter their highest award:

The Order of Merlin First Class

Please use the complimentary owl to respond.

In all the excitement he had almost forgotten about Rita's question about the awards and he put the invitation down with a shake of his head. Clearly Dumbledore had sorted out that Ministry balls up, but Harry had no idea if he would go. A few days ago he would have refused outright, but he knew there might be reasons that it would be worth the effort and he would talk to Draco and the others about it in the morning. He didn't even know where the Hall of Merlin even was, but if it meant they could further their plan to get rid of Fudge, he would find out.

Lying down, carefully he wrapped his arms around Draco again and tried to forget everything in the peace that that brought him. He could worry about everything else after the sun came up.

The End

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Now cleared, Draco make a bid to return to being the Prince of Slytherin, the first step being his Quidditch position.

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