Annulled Contracts
De Amore Et Bello
Chapter 11
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Previously on De Amore Et Bello:
“You didn’t eat much of your breakfast. You’ll be hungry. Here.” Cyrus frowned, eyes going to his plate. Indeed there was only around three or four bites out of one piece. The other was completely untouched. “For me?” Cyrus’s eyes snap back to Fred’s puppy eyes and he caved, taking it. Their fingers brush and Cyrus gasps, dropping the pastry. It would’ve smashed into the floor if Fred hadn’t caught it.
“S-Soulmate.” Cyrus breathes, hand holding his forearm. Fred grinned widely.
“Good. I was hoping it would be you.” Fred stands and holds out the pastry once more. Cyrus takes it, eyes still wide, staring up at the red-head.
“Y-You …”
“Allow me to escort you to class? My soulmate needs only the best of course.” Fred reaches out when Cyrus nods shakily. His arm goes around Cyrus’s shoulders, tugging him into Fred’s chest. There’s a pressure on his hair when Fred kisses the crown of his head. “I’ve been wanting to do that since last time.”
“R-Really?” Cyrus whispered. It seemed surreal. He’d never thought he’d meet his soulmate—never thought he was good enough for a soulmate. Belladonna had always said it cruelly when she’d come across him. That he was too dirty, too tainted, too much of a bastard for his soulmates to want him let alone enough to have one.
“Oh, yeah, gorgeous. You’re mine now.” Cyrus feels a smile grace his face unbiddenly, and he doesn’t try to pull away when Fred takes his bag, waving to his friend group as he steers Cyrus to the exit of the Great Hall. “So tell me about yourself, gorgeous.”
“Well, I’ve always wanted to …” Cyrus begins talking, more animated than he’s been in a very long time, his hands flittering about. He doesn’t see Fred’s fond eyes on him nor the wondered tilt to his smile. Cyrus is just busy talking and bonding with Fred—with his soulmate.
Suddenly the letter doesn’t seem so important anymore. Suddenly, Belladonna and his father aren’t as pressing as before. His whole focus is on Fred, his whole worlds shifted to him. Though he’s found his soulmate, he still can’t help but feel stilted, like somethings missing.
Something or someone.
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Thursday, September 12th, 1977
Narcissa Black got on well with Lucius Malfoy but that did not mean in no way that she wanted to marry and bond with the pureblood blonde. Ever since she was little, she’d dreamed about her wedding day; her mother had insisted she’d have only the best, only the most pure to be waiting for her at the dais where they’re say their vows and kiss, sealing the magickal bond most married couples had. Her parents for an instance got married and they had a bond that told them how another was feeling though most of the time it was to know how to avoid each other if another was in a snit.
They weren’t soulmates, most of the time the pureblood families paired each other off without regard to soulmates. It was expected to have a clause in the contract to sign however that if one didn’t find their soulmate by the time they finished Hogwarts then they were expected to marry only a few years after. If they somehow did find their soulmate in Hogwarts then the contract could be dissolved, and they would bond with their soulmate instead of the others. After all, people had come to find that being bonded and married to their soulmate encourage fertility, which meant more magical blood.
Narcissa didn’t have a bonding contract with anyone. She was the youngest after all and her two older sisters already had bonding contracts, secured and iron clad. Except … most of their contracts were forfeit though Bellatrix was getting another done up to the older Lestrange, Rodolphus. Bellatrix had been expected to marry Sirius, their cousin, as soon as he had graduated what would be a short two years away but since he’d run from Grimmauld Place and took solace in the Potter household, that contract was torn to shreds.
And Andromeda—well, she had found her soulmate, Ted Tonks, a muggleborn. Their parents weren’t happy with that, and Cygnus point blank refused to marry the two so Andromeda, with a scary calm look on her face and a resigned sharp smile on her face told their parents that under no circumstances were she going to marry Lucius Malfoy, nor have his children, and left. That had been that and Andromeda struck from the family tree, the contract between the house of Black and Malfoy having to be slightly modified instead of completely destroyed like Sirius’ and Bellatrix’s had been.
Now … now it fell to her to marry Lucius. They were both unhappy about it as one would imagine but it was better each other than a random pureblood drawn out of a hat. Knowing Lucius’s mother, Belladonna, it would’ve been a vicious woman made to keep Lucius in line. And Narcissa, a man with a cold smile and eyes empty that would’ve made her nothing more than a breeding wife, made to pump out heirs without any say on what she wanted. Someone who wanted a wife who was seen and not heard, made to be a priceless piece of arm candy but treated her like she was nothing more than a mule.
Sighing softly, Narcissa ran a hand through Lucius’s blonde locks from where he was lounging across the bed. They were in the Slytherin dormitories, the one Lucius shared with his roommate Warrington. The male was staring blankly up at the ceiling of the four poster bed, a hint of hopelessness in his eyes. Both of them didn’t want to be married but one of Narcissa’s siblings had already been disowned and two of the contracts between families had already been dissolved. If another happened to burn … her family might fully snap and embrace the Black madness their family was renowned for.
And Lucius, well, things were already rough with his family. What with his younger half-brother being a bastard of the house of Malfoy, a sign of Abraxas Malfoy’s infidelity. No one would’ve blamed Belladonna Malfoy nee Crabbe for going off the rails and killing the child, but magical children were special and despite Cyrus’s heritage on his other parents side, it was clear that the Ravenclaw was one of the most powerful wizards to grace Hogwarts halls. After the snippet of his power had come out, any attempt on Cyrus’s life by his step-mother would see her thrown in Azkaban.
Plus with Xenophilius spending all of his time with the half-blood Pandora Lovegood, who had graduated a year earlier, they looked close to being married and bonded. Narcissa knew that Belladonna would not stand for it and would cast the male from the family no matter what Abraxas thought, no matter his input. She’d make Abraxas do it and Abraxas would be helpless enough to listen lest his other sons be in danger of what the woman would do to them if she didn’t get her way.
After all, it was Belladonna and Narcissa’s mother who had drawn up the contract in the first place. Narcissa doubted Abraxas even knew until it was too late for them to reverse it. Now they just had to bear with it until Lucius finally got handed off to the next highest bidder until someone’s family finally wanted him. If not the Black’s then it would’ve been the Nott’s or the Greengrass’s or the Zabini’s. Anyone who in Belladonna’s mind was pure enough.
Another sigh drags from the depths of her chest. Lucius finally seems to come back to himself as he peeks up at her face, eyes narrowing imperceptibly. “You keep sighing, Cissy.” He whispers. Narcissa gnaws at her lower lip and nods, running a hand down Lucius’s cheek. Lucius closes his eyes, not before Narcissa can see the tears welling up.
Rage thrums in her chest. How dare their parents barter their lives, force them to do things they weren’t supposed to do? Narcissa wasn’t even sure she wanted children, yet if this carried on then they would be forced to keep trying until they have a boy. Heaven forbid they don’t get it the first time; they’d be hounded until they did it right. Narcissa’s parents didn’t need to have boys, as Orion Black was Lord Black and it would automatically fall to Sirius—well, Regulus now. Her parents weren’t needed to sire an heir to the line of Black, all they needed was girls. Bargaining chips was the better term she’d come up with to enforce ties. Since she was marrying Lucius, who would be the oldest if Narcissa’s hunch was correct on Belladonna disowning the actual oldest of the Malfoy’s, Xenophilius, then Lucius would be the one to carry on the legacy of the Malfoy name.
“I keep sighing before it isn’t fair, darling. Our lives … bartered because of our blood.” Narcissa murmurs back, wrangling the beast she keeps shackled in her chest back into her cage. Lucius opens his eyes and peers up into her grey ones, smiling sadly. Resigned to his fate—he’d knew it’d been coming after all and though he’d kept up a fight in his younger years, he was tired now. He’d had enough. He just wanted to get it over with, he wanted everything to happen, so he didn’t have to worry about it anymore.
“It is our lives, Cissy. Remember? We’ve been raised to grow up knowing what would happen.” Lucius reminds her softly, making Narcissa sigh once again.
“Yes, I know, darling. But it doesn’t help that I can imagine wishing for more.” Lucius sits up, the hand she’d been carding through his hair being pushed aside when he moves his head. Her hand falls into her lap and she links it with her other slim hand, intertwining her fingers together.
“What did your mother say?” Lucius asks. His tone is one she recognises. He doesn’t want to talk about it anymore, talk about imagining a life they couldn’t have if only they weren’t shackled down by the expectations of their family. Narcissa releases a breath through her nose, nostrils flaring a little as she stands, walking to the desk in the corner where she’d dropped her letter, having come in distressed to seek Lucius out to tell him the news.
Narcissa picks it up and walks back over to Lucius, handing it off to him, crawling under the covers after kicking her shoes off. Lucius’s lips thin as he kicks his own off, sitting at the end of the bed and linking his legs beneath him, frowning.
“My flower,” Lucius starts. He frowns deeper and Narcissa sighs and gestures him to go on. Lucius blinks at her before nodding. “Your sister Andromeda has been cast from the family after she went behind our back and decided to bond with a mudblood, soulmate or not, we do allow the sullying of our line. Walburga has agreed to blast her off the tapestry as per the rules like she did to her oldest heir. You are under no account to interact with your cousin and if he somehow comes up to you and attempts to converse with you in public, you are to give him the cold shoulder and treat him how he has treated the house of Black, his ancestry. With disrespect.” Lucius snorts a little which makes Narcissa’s lips curl a little.
Lucius carries on after a moment of simply staring, wetting his lips. “As you know, this means that the contract between Heir Lucius and Andromeda is hence forth devoid. This does not mean that it cannot be fixed, flower. As you are aware, you have been raised for this purpose and this purpose alone. We will hash out a contract between you and Heir Lucius. Lady Belladonna has agreed to write the terms of the contract and she shall have Lord Abraxas sign it to make it active. As soon as the year is finished, you shall be having lessons on what it means to be Lady Malfoy as it is who you will be as soon as you graduate.Your mother, Druella Black, heiress to the Noble and Ancient House of Black.”
Lucius’s face is blank for a long moment before a snarl lights up his face and he throws the piece of parchment. It hits the floor and goes up in flames, painting the edges room in its orange light. “Preposterous, this is what you were raised for? This purpose alone? How … how cruel could they be?” Lucius snarls, chest heaving like he’s finished his Quidditch practices. Narcissa leans forward and places a hand to his forearm, smiling sadly.
“It is a fate I long since knew I’d have to fulfil, Lucius.” Narcissa reminds him. Lucius meets her gaze and sighs harshly. He stares at where the ashes of the letter is before a thoughtful look forms on his face, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Lucius? What is it?”
“We find our soulmates.” Narcissa blinks and stares at him.
“What?” Her voice is befuddled and confused. Lucius reaches for her and touches her elbow, the light in his eyes that’d dulled and gone out whilst reading the letter has suddenly come back with a vengeance. “What are you talking about, Luc?”
“This. This contract. We’ll get it dulled, annulled. If we find out soulmates, one or both of us, then they’ll have no choice but to abandon the contract between us. It’s a clause in the contract, it’s required. We have around two years to make sure that we find out soulmates before we graduate.” Narcissa’s eyes spark as she realises where Lucius is going with this.
“We find our soulmates. They’ll have no choice. And if they don’t, we’ll go to the Prophet and tell them they’re keeping us from our other halves, threaten them with it. Oh, Lucius that’s brilliant!” Narcissa exclaims, grinning widely. Lucius embraces her and she curls closer to her best friend, the shoulders filled with tension relaxing at the happiness radiating from him. Just because they didn’t want to get married to each other didn’t mean they particularly loathed the idea of getting married to each other. It was the lesser of two evils. It could’ve been worse. She could’ve been married off to Regulus for Morgana’s sake. She viewed the fifth year as a little cousin, like a brother, it just … wouldn’t have worked. She would’ve disowned herself.
Lucius pulls back. “We’ll get through this, together. We’ll find out soulmates. If one of us finds one before we graduate and the other doesn’t then we help each other find their other half together, okay?” Lucius holds out his pinkie finger, his normally glacier expression completely free of ice and filled with earnestness. Narcissa smiles.
Then she links her pinkie with his like she’d seen countless other muggle children do and nods determinedly. “Together.”
They shake and abruptly, everything changes.
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Friday, September 13th, 1977
The dancing lessons between Sirius and Harry were coming up, the time slot they’d decided on ticking ever closer and Harry—well Harry was bloody terrified. Not only was he supposed to be learning how to dance; everyone he’d come in contact should know that he had two left feet and that he shouldn’t be allowed ten feet within a dance floor lest he want to permanently injure himself or someone else. But it also meant that he was going to be dancing with Sirius.
Hot, attractive, gorgeous Sirius fucking Black. The male was a walking sin, a single look like a drop of water when you’d been wandering an entirely dry and dusty desert. Harry knew that if Sirius was dancing with him, hands on his waist like Harry knew would be then the carefully constructed piece of self-restraint Harry had built up and constructed would fall apart like a house of cards. Woefully unprepared and weak. Merlin and Morgana, he was weak for Sirius Black. He had been weak for Sirius Black; still bloody well was.
There was something about Sirius that drew Harry to him, even before he’d realised they were soulmates. Sirius was an enigma not easily solved and Harry had a feeling the boy liked it that way. Everything about Sirius was like a fire, burning and roaring and Harry was like a moth to his flame, endlessly entranced and willing to get sucked in his orbit. Maybe the situation between them would crash and burn but Harry was entirely willing to let it happen if he got the tiniest bit of happiness with Sirius.
Harry can painfully remember Draco’s words on soulmates when he’d explained it to him in the bank of Gringotts whilst Bhaftaaz was teaching Fred and Charlie about fire messages, the others chatting about other things, mainly politics that Harry had no interest in. Not until he released the gravity of his Lordships and all they came with.
“Soulmates are our other halves,” Draco had said, a bit of longing shining in his eyes, “they are everything we are not. They are the sea whilst we are the storm. They are the fire whilst we are the water. They are the earth like we are the sky. We are two halves of a whole, we compliment each other. Our names are written into their skin, so deep they can feel it pulsing like an open wound. There is no pain however just the knowledge that we are there, that we … exist to them. That we exist to love them, to care and cherish them. We are the two halves to one whole. That is what a soulmate means.”
Harry releases a sigh through his nose and stands from the table in the Great Hall, the others waving at him from the table they were sat at in Slytherin’s ranks. He looks across the Great Hall and meets Sirius’s eyes, the male beaming as he stands abruptly, quipping a remark to his friends before he rushes over to Harry. The green-eyed boy stares with amusement as Sirius stops in front of him, sweeping his hair back with a charming grin.
“To the classroom then?”
Harry hums. “No, I have something better in mind.” Harry starts leading Sirius up to the seventh floor corridor, a wry smirk forming on his face as he remembers that so far the marauders haven’t found the Room of Requirements yet. This would surely shock the male into speechlessness and Harry was quite looking forward to seeing the way the males lips parted enough to see that sliver of tongue Harry had dreamt caressing his body until he was nothing but a moaning mess.
Shaking his head and ridding himself of his minds treacherous thoughts, he continues hopping from step to step just before they come to a stop in front of where the door would be. Sirius opens his mouth, likely to ask the question on what they were doing in the seventh floor corridor, but Harry just waved him away and started pacing, picturing a place perfect for practising to dance. Sirius’s noise of shock makes Harry stop in front of the door that’d formed, grasping its knob and twisting, shoving it open.
“Welcome to the Room of Requirements. Anything and everything you need; all you need to do is picture what you want. The room will comply!” Harry says with a smug tone as he gestures into the room. Sirius rushes in, his mouth dropping open, tongue grazing over the bottom of his teeth. The sight is just as arousing as Harry had thought it’d be. Harry shakes his head once more and shuts the door behind him, leaning against it as he watches Sirius take in the room.
It looks much like the Malfoy manor’s ballroom, since that was the only one Harry had properly seen before in the flesh, but it’s beautiful, nonetheless. It’s a long winding room with long chairs and tables with an open space in the middle where guests would get up to dance to whatever music would play. The floors sleek and perfect for moving. The walls are long and expand further upwards and a chandelier swings from the roof, beautiful with glittering crystals.
“Woah …” Sirius whispers, eyes wide as he spins to face Harry. “How did you know about this place?”
“Asked the house elves.”
Sirius’s eyes widen even further. “You know where the kitchens are? How? We only found out in our fourth year! You’ve been here two weeks!” Harry laughs as he walks forward, shedding his outer cloak and laying it across the closest surface which happens to be a comfortable looking, sturdy chair. Sirius’s eyes following him.
“If you didn’t notice, the twins are pranksters and noisy fuckers. They’re also Slytherin’s which means they know how to eavesdrop and not get caught. They found out; they relayed the information to the rest of the group.” Harry turns his smirk on his soulmate and relishing in the awe and wonder painting the males face.
“You are amazing.” Sirius breathes. “I am so lucky. Lady Magic, whatever I did to deserve you, I have no idea.” Harry blushes at that comment, not expecting it, but Sirius just smiles as if he can read his thoughts. Harry clears his throat, unused to the complimenting and takes a step further onto the dancing space.
“So, uh, dancing?”
“Yeah, um, yeah.” Sirius seems as nervous as Harry when he steps up, shedding his cloak and throwing it to the side. He reaches for his wand and flicks it. His hair links into a small bun at the name of his neck and Harry’s mouth goes dry suddenly at the forearms on display. It’d seem that beneath his cloak, Sirius had rolled up his sleeves, the cuffs done up by the small button tight enough they hadn’t dislodged and fallen back beneath his hands and wrists. There’s a faint outlining of the males veins which makes Harry swallow—he had a weakness for veiny arms fuck.
Sirius blinks slowly down at him. Sirius was taller than him by a few inches and Harry abruptly thinks back to the potions mishap, remembering how he’d hooked his chin over Sirius’s hair. Sirius had been hunched in on himself, arms protecting his face, so it’d allowed Harry to shield him but now, back straight and shoulders firm, Sirius has to look down into his eyes and Harry up. Harry wets his lips and offers a nervous smile.
“I literally cannot dance,” he grumbles. Sirius smiles softly.
“After these lessons, you’ll be able to.”
Harry makes a soft noise. “Sirius, I have two left feet—I literally cannot dance.”
“Then don’t. Just follow my lead.” Sirius instructs him slowly on where to place his hands; one on the males waist—Harry can feel the heat on his skin, even though the extra layering forbidding them from skin on skin contact—and the other linked with Sirius’s own. Tingles crawl their way down his skin and Harry can faintly feel his cheeks heating up. “Now would you prefer to lead or to follow. And I don’t mean just with me, I mean in general.”
“Uh, follow.” Harry’s voice is quiet. Sirius nods as if that was the answer he had expected.
“Okay, then your holds are going to be different, okay? It’s telling in traditional dances. This is just an opening dance you’ll see when most couples start the ball. This is only for the first ten-twenty minutes or so before the dance fully kicks in and the rest of the guests show. A sign someone is leading is if they’re placing a hand on your waist. Since right now you’ve got one on mind, that means that you’d be leading.” Harry squeezed in response as a feeling of worry crushes through him. Sirius hums softly and he looks up to see Sirius smiling gently down at him. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Sirius so … caring before.
“Relax, mon âme. You won’t have to lead if you don’t want to. You can always make your preference clear as you start. You don’t have to dance if you don’t want to, but you’ll have to be cordial about it, you can ask Altair about that later.” Harry nods. “Now, as for the following part, instead of your hand on the waist, it’d go here.” Sirius grips Harry’s hand gently and lifts it onto his shoulder, the opposite one to shoulder linked to the hand holding Harry’s. “To the shoulder. Now don’t be alarmed but sometimes it can happen if a pureblood snob wants to ask you to dance just to cop a feel. If someone does, stop immediately and bring attention to it, threaten to make an enemy of their house, that usually proves that you’re not to be messed with. It also tells people that the pureblood is willing to act unwilfully towards someone as important as a Lord, understand?”
“I understand.” Harry nods. Sirius releases a sigh through his nose.
“You and Altair might get a fair few of purebloods like that. I know that since Altair is a pureblood so he’s at least semi aware of it, but I don’t think you’re a pureblood, so I thought I’d just warn you just in case.”
“But why? Why me and Draco?”
Sirius gives him an amused look. “Harry, you’re a male bearer. Those are rare. As well as a new Lord surfacing with previously thought dead magical lines. People are going to be vying for your attention, whether you want it or not. Luckily for you, I’ll be there to protect you.” Harry feels a grin grace his face at that, leaning forward a little bit, feeling Sirius’s warm breath flitter onto his lips.
“Oh, really? You’re going to be my knight in shining armour, are you, Sirius Orion Black?” Harry teases. Sirius smirks down at him.
“To be by your side, I’ll fight every damn suitor off with my bare hands if that’s what it took.” Sirius whispers back. Harry gapes up at him, whole fully unprepared for the depths of feelings to rise within in at Sirius’s words. It’s clear that’s Sirius is being completely truthful and that just makes the fire burning inside Harry burn hotter. Merlin he wants Sirius Black. Sirius’s face shifts and he clears his throat. “I—uh, sorry, shouldn’t have said that—”
He wants Sirius Black. Right bloody now. Trial period be damned. He wasn’t going to last the whole month anyway.
Harry throws himself onto Sirius, tackling him to the floor, where they hit the ground. The only reason it doesn’t hurt is that Harry is just smart enough to put a cushioning charm on the floor. Sirius lets out a shocked breath and stares with wide eyes up at Harry. “You—Harry—what—?”
“You—stop—talking.” Harry breathes. Sirius clamps his lips shut, staring up at him with wide eyes. “You are so damn—Merlin, you—fuck.” Harry throws all caution to the wind and leans down, kissing Sirius hard. Sirius makes a short gasping sound that immediately effects Harry and travels down his spine, circling his slim waist and going straight to his cock. The sound makes Harry move his hips a little, seeking the contact that Sirius provides.
Sirius’s hands come up and circles around his shoulders, fingers linking through his hair, tightening until there’s a pleasant sting on his scalp. Harry presses his hands on either side of Sirius’s head, pulling back from the kiss that Sirius was just getting into, hearing his whine of disapproval. He merely gazes down at Sirius, eyes wandering his flushed cheeks and red lips that’re slightly bruised from the kissing. Sirius’s long, dark, and curly hair is pillowed around his head, splayed on the ground. Harry gets an image of Sirius like this but on a nice bed instead and makes a noise, head whipping up when there’s a dull thump.
There’s a long bed just sitting there and Harry thanks his forethought to come to this room instead of empty classroom. As much as he doesn’t care where or when they do it, he’d much rather be lying on something soft like a bed then something hard like the floor, the wall or even on the desk though that’d be scratching a few itches Harry didn’t know he had until he saw Sirius’s eyes sparkle as he stares up at him with lust in his eyes and arousal curling his lips.
Harry leans down and presses another short kiss to his soulmates lips, his hips darting downwards in an elegant thrust that makes Sirius whimper, lifting his hips in an attempt to meet Harry’s. Tugging back, Harry smirks down at his soulmate who stares up at him with dark, pupils enlargened with arousal. “As much as I’d love to do this on the floor, I have a better place in mind.” Harry stands, holding a hand out to the male who takes it with a smile. Dragging Sirius over to the bed, watching out of the corner of his peripheral as Sirius’s eyes widen in astonishment.
“What—what …?” Sirius sounds amazed. Harry spins him to face him, just in front of the middle of the bed. Harry kicks off his shoes and unbuttons his shirt.
“I told you. Whatever you want, the room provides.” With a delighted laugh, Harry pushes Sirius and he tumbles onto the bed, falling flat on his back. He gives him not time to recover and crawls onto Sirius, his knees bracketing the other Gryffindor’s hips, straddling his soulmate. Sirius gapes up at him as Harry leans down and nudges his chin up with his nose, gliding it down Sirius’s throat, breathing him in. There’s a masculine smell, a musky scent of sandalwood and something else he can’t name but he still feels himself inhaling him again.
Sirius moans as Harry’s teeth scrapes against his smooth skin, digging a little down. He kisses his way down the Black heirs neck, licking and biting just to hear the noises escaping Sirius’s mouth. Harry’s fingers come up to Sirius’s shirt, undoing the buttons and pushing it to the side, eyes wandering the smooth skin and the slivering of muscles he can see just peeking out. A groan forces its way out of his mouth as he tugs at the clothing, Sirius sitting up a little to tug it off and throw it to the side.
Harry’s hands start to wander without his consent, and he runs his fingers across the muscles on Sirius’s abdomen. Sirius makes a soft noise as Harry’s fingers come up again, fingertips brushing against Sirius’s nipples. The rosy buds perk up at the touch and goosebumps rise up Sirius’s forearms. Sirius inhales a little. Harry looks up and smirks when he meets the males gaze. “Harry, please.” Harry’s smirk widens and he leans down, attaching his lips to the bud, tongue rolling against it, making Sirius moan, hips thrusting upwards, seeking contact.
His other hand comes up to play with Sirius’s other nipple, pinching softly and rolling it between his fingertips. Sirius whimpers and slides a hand through Harry’s hair, tightening when Harry’s teeth close gently around the bud, flicking his tongue. Inhaling and moaning, Sirius shifts between where Harry’s bracketing his body. Tugging back, Harry slides further down until Sirius can move, kicking off his shoes and peeling off his socks and trousers, eyes only flicking up when Harry sheds his t-shirt, trousers, and socks as well. His eyes track his movements until Harry pounces, tackling him further upwards on the bed, until Sirius’s head hits the pillow, close to the headboard.
Sirius laughs softly as Harry grins, wild and free before leaning down and kissing his soulmate on the mouth, letting Sirius take charge this time, tongue grazing the top of Harry’s mouth, caressing the back of Harry’s teeth. Moaning, Harry’s hand come up to Sirius’s side, thumbs running circles around the same patch of skin his hands are touching. Sirius’s lips darted down, running down Harry’s chin, down to his jaw. Sirius sucking on his neck made Harry breathless with want, though he has to make something clear to his soulmate.
“As much as—as much as I want to go all the way, I—ah, yes,” Harry hisses when Sirius drags his teeth down his neck. “As much as I want that, you’re still on probation as far as I’m concerned but—” Harry gasps when Sirius’s fingers run their way up his thighs, grasping at his hips. “We’re not—” He stops and moans abruptly when Sirius sucks once more. He can feel Sirius’s smirk against his neck and rolls his eyes, sitting back, feeling Sirius’s erection against his ass, looking down at Sirius’s dark grey eyes and amused little smirk drawing up his lips.
“Are you listening to me?” He inquires. Sirius hums softly, running his hands up and down Harry’s side as a thoughtful look comes to his face.
“Hmm, I distinctively remember you saying ah yes, Sirius, yes—” Harry smacks his chest as Sirius snorts a laugh.
“I did not. Now attention.” He presses his finger to Sirius’s chin and props it up so that Sirius’s gaze is looking into his eyes instead of his body where Sirius’s eyes had been before. Sirius pouts. Harry sighs softly and smiles a little. “We are not going all the way. Not yet. You are still technically on a trial period, however,” Harry’s finger glides down Sirius’s body, past his abdomen and past his navel until he reaches the tent in Sirius’s boxer briefs. Sirius’s breath stutters as Harry leans forward, breath caressing his cheek, his hand palming the pressing erection. “Consider this incentive.”
“Bloody hell!” Sirius curses, breath punched from him as he moans.
“Get that this time?”
Sirius whines. “Not all the way. I-Incentive because—” Sirius hisses as Harry tugs down his briefs, pushing them down past his knees and then off his legs. “—because I’m still on trial period.” Sirius finishes. Harry giggles when Sirius gives him a wide eyed look that makes his eyes look more doe like instead of sharp like normal. Sirius sighs in fond exasperation when Harry slips further down, lowering himself down until he’s bracketing Sirius’s hips with his elbows. Sirius gasps when Harry blows hot air then cold air onto Sirius’s cock.
Sirius groans when Harry leans down and licks up the flat side of Sirius’s cock, making a soft whimpering sound of need. Harry sits up and sheds himself of his own undergarments, leaning back down and running his tongue along the head of Sirius’s cock. Harry takes Sirius into his mouth and moans softly around him, making Sirius’s hands shoot up and curl his fingers into Harry’s hair, groaning in appreciation.
“Fuck—your bloody mouth.” Sirius breathes. Harry gasps when Sirius tugs harshly at his hair, his lips parting wider and he slips further down, making a surprised noise when he’s able to take Sirius’s cock to the back of his throat without gagging. He looks up, seeing Sirius’s wide eyes on his face. “You don’t have—Merlin, you don’t have a gag reflex.” Sirius moans. Harry pulls off, licking at the pre-come that wells up, dipping the tip into the slit of Sirius’s cock. Sirius gives a surprised jerk at that, and a louder, rougher sound forces it’s way out of his lips.
“Seems so.” Harry murmurs, smirking as he takes Sirius into his mouth again, going all the way to the root, running his tongue along the shaft, and giving a moan, just to watch Sirius shift, jerking a little beneath his ministrations. Sirius fingers begin to get rougher as he tugs and pulls Harry’s hair with abandon, groaning and filling the room with his cries. Harry’s name on his lips only fuel the boy on and he suckles on the tip as he comes up for air, swirling it ludicrously with a satisfied look when Sirius curses, his voice hoarse.
“You have no idea what you do—yes, god, yes—to me, Hadrian.” Sirius’s hand moves, one hand fisted in Harry’s hair, the other tangled in the crimson silken sheets. He shifts and thrusts his hips up making Harry suck in a surprised noise through his nose, tears filling his eyes as it hits the back of his throat roughly. Sirius hums as Harry comes up once more, pumping Sirius’s cock as he breathes inwards, nuzzling against Sirius’s inner thigh. “Your mouth, Merlin.” Harry’s tongue flicks out and caresses Sirius before he takes Sirius’s balls into his mouth and sucks. A keening noise escapes the male and his eyes slam shut as Harry does the same action to the other before he swallows Sirius’s cock down without warning and bobs his head.
Sirius gives a shout and then he’s spilling into Hadrian’s mouth without any forethought to say something, just utters Harry’s name like a prayer. Harry swallows, surprised with how much come fills his mouth. He pulls back, feeling some hit his lips and cheek, making a noise. Unlike what the girls of Hogwarts would whisper amongst themselves when they talked about their escapades, Harry eavesdropping on them to avoid listening to Granger and Ronald bickering like a cat and dog, the taste isn’t entirely unpleasant. It’s just … entirely Sirius. Harry sits up and runs his tongue along the seam of his lips, humming when more come fills his mouth.
“Harry—what the hell?” Sirius groans, reaching forward and dragging Harry forward, capturing his lips with another noise, kissing him heatedly. With one hand curled in his hair, his other dips down and captures his cock in his long fingers, jerking him off roughly. Harry whines and gasps, bucking forward.
“Sirius.” Sirius grins at him before kissing him again, lips going to neck and sucking what Harry suspects to be a massive vibrant hickey. “Sirius.” Harry whines again.
“Come on, baby, come for me.” Sirius whispers into his ear. Harry tenses, his thighs shaking as his vision tinges white, one of the best orgasms he’s had as he shudders. Sirius grins against his cheek as Harry moans his name, falling limply forward against the males chest, his breathing coming heavy. Sirius shifts until Harry falls to his side and his head is pillowed against Sirius’s collarbone. With a curious look on his face, Sirius runs his fingers through Harry’s come on his navel and chest, bringing it to his lips, a soft moan breaking free. “Bloody hell, you taste good, baby.” Harry blushes but grins shyly into Sirius’s skin when Sirius looks down at him with a smirk. When Sirius kisses him and his hands wander down to his ass, Harry tugs back with a silly, carefree laugh.
“Sirius. You heard what I said—and besides, it’s time for dinner soon. Unless you want to be late and explain to your friends that—”
“I was getting the best blowjob by my soulmate?” Sirius inquires, tone amused. Harry sits up and narrows his eyes down at the male.
“You are not telling them that. Say we danced and that was it. I tripped over your feet and—”
“Your mouth landed on my dick?”
Harry snorts despite himself at Sirius’s cheek and shakes his head. Sirius snickers. “—and that was it. No sex, no blowjob. Otherwise they’ll be no more of any of that until the bonding. Which is likely after Hogwarts.” Harry sits up and crawls his way to the end of the bed, making a soft sound of surprise when Sirius’s fingers squeeze his ass. “Sirius, I mean it.” Harry climbs off the bed and crouches down to sort through their clothes, throwing Sirius his. He tugs on his boxers and trousers, feeling Sirius’s eyes on him. The sheets ruffle as Sirius crawls and perches himself on the end of the bed.
“You’ll give me blue balls until graduation? That’s in like—two years!” Sirius says incredulously. Harry eyes him.
“Then you better not giving me a reason to.” Harry counters, tugging on his shirt and socks, sliding into his shoes. He ties them and straightens from his crouch. Sirius is still staring at him incredulously. “Oh, don’t look so terrified, love, it’s only two years and then you can take me as much as you like.” Harry laughs at Sirius’s hitched breath. He leans down and kisses Sirius slowly before tugging back and walking to his cloak, tugging it on. “See you at breakfast, Sirius!” Harry throws over his shoulder, opening the door.
As he closes it, he hears Sirius grumbles, “I have a minx as a soulmate. A mink. Blue balls—fucking blue balls!”
Harry snickers as the door falls shut on Sirius’s whining. Before he sets foot on the stairs, he just about remembers to clean his face of come, cheeks dusting red at the image of him walking into the Great Hall with the proof of what he and Sirius had done whilst they were supposed to be practising to dance. He ducks his head and grins. Even if that had happened, he wouldn’t have regretted what would’ve happened.
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Harry strides into the Great Hall, trying not to show anything on his face that something had transpired in the Room of Requirement between him and Sirius when they were supposed to be dancing instead. He can still feel Sirius’s warm skin beneath him, burning like a small flame, licking at him, and making him feel warm. He can still feel Sirius’s lips caressing his with fervour, wanting to be closer, as close as he could get without climbing on him and merging them together.
Walking over to the Slytherin table, he slides into the seat next to Draco and swallows a gulp of pumpkin juice from the goblet in front of him, loading some food onto his plate. He bites into a piece of beef and peers at the entrance of the Great Hall, watching Sirius walk in with a swagger, his lips red and a hickey already forming on his neck. Harry ducks his head and smirks, feeling the odd urge to giggle rise in his chest and clears his throat to dissipate that whilst reaching for some roast potatoes. Someone makes a curious noise which makes Harry look up into Percy’s amused eyes.
“So … how did the dancing lessons with Sirius go?” He asks, making another amused noise when Harry clears his throat again, taking a sip of pumpkin juice.
“Well, I think I’m getting the hang of traditional dances.” Harry says, risking another glance at Sirius. He’s crossed the Great Hall and had seated himself next to the marauders. There’s a large smile on his face as he reaches for a goblet of pumpkin juice, eyebrows raising when James leans closer and whispers something in his ear. Harry hides a smile behind his hand when Sirius spews the pumpkin juice across him and right into Remus’s face, who shouts out in surprise, Peter sighing and tugging off his outer cloak to clean off the liquid. Sirius’s cheeks go red, and he looks towards Harry.
Harry smirks and winks, making James burst into laughter, obviously having been looking in Harry’s direction in the first place. An amused noise draws his attention to Percy. “I’m sure you were getting the hang of traditional. Sirius is very traditional, is he not?” Percy asks. Harry’s mouth falls open as the others start cackling.
“I—I—” Harry covers his face. “Was it that obvious?”
“Was what obvious?” Percy says, eating some roast potatoes, eyeing a portion of lamb further away. Harry pouts.
“Never mind.”
Percy looks to him. “Oh, you mean that.” Percy laughs softly. “Yeah, it was. Sirius looks like the cat who got the cream. Or well … you know what I mean.” Percy snickers when Harry groans, burying his head in his hands. Fred and George are wheezing with laughter.
“Ol’ Perce has humour!” They chorus. Percy chucks a single pea at them. It smacks Fred right between the eyes and plops into his soup, making him make a face. “Ew.” George rolls his eyes, fishing it out and dumping it on a napkin. Fred shrugs. Harry sighs and turns when he gets a nudge in the side. Draco leans closer, Harry doing the same, feeling like this was a conversation Draco didn’t want everyone to hear.
“I’m going to talk to Severus tomorrow.”
Harry’s eyebrows rise in surprise. Then he nods. “Good, took you long enough, Dray.” He chortles, dodging the slap. Then settles back down, glancing over at Severus, who’s head is ducked right down, hair covering his face, eating nothing. His eyes go back to Draco, who’s frowning softly in his soulmates direction. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” Draco nods. “Don’t worry, Har, I have a plan.”
“Alright.” Harry says though he doesn’t look convinced.
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Saturday, September 14th, 1977
Draco had had enough. Severus may tried and hide, try to avoid him in the dark corners of the dungeons or lock himself in his dorm room but Draco had had enough, and he was going to confront the dark-haired male no matter what it took. Like his mother had always said, “happiness came in stages but no matter what stage you were at, the battle to be happy is everlasting”. He had to fight for his happiness and Severus embodied that, soul, heart, and all. If he wanted to be happy, then he’d have to sort this thing out with Severus, no matter if he had to drag him down the corridors kicking and screaming to get him to talk to him.
When breakfast ended, Draco stood and excused himself after he saw Severus leaving with some books clutched close to his chest. Draco eyes him, keeping him in his radar as weaved between students, seeing him turn the corner. Draco puts on a burst of speed and turns the corner as well, seeing it empty. With a smirk on his lips, he jogs over to Severus and stuns him, catching him as he fell, lowering him to the floor. He glances around the hallway before reaching into his bag and tugging out the cloak Harry had let him borrow, lifting Severus into his arms, making sure he wasn’t touching skin to skin, and manoeuvring him until the cloak drapes over both of them. It was good that he was wearing gloves. He wanted Severus to be awake when he finally started the soulmate bonding process.
He heads up to the seventh floor and paces back and forth three times in front of the door, making a soft noise as he focuses, the door opening. Walking inside and closing it with his foot, he looks around, seeing the single bed. It’s Draco previous room he shared with Harry in Lupin’s old cottage. There’s another bed directly next to it. Draco focuses willing the room to ‘have no exits or entrances. I need a room that someone can’t escape to have a serious conversation with’. The room obeys as the door disappears.
Draco tugs off the cloak and lays Severus on the bed, grabbing the cloak and pushing it back into his bag, throwing it onto the unoccupied bed. He sits down and then aims his wand at Severus, whispering “enervate.” Severus gasps as he sits up, looking around widely. Severus catches sight of him and gasps, scrambling back, falling off the side of the bed.
Draco inhales sharply and rounds the bed, peering down at the disorientated raven-haired male. “Severus! Are you okay?” Severus looks up with dark eyes that almost seem to glow violet in response when meeting with grey. He makes a soft noise of confusion as he takes another look around the room before his face transforms. A scowl reminiscent of his elder-self forms on his lips. He glares darkly at Draco.
“You’re asking me that now? After you bloody stunned me in an empty corridor? Dragged me up here like—like—I expected it of those bloody marauders—of Potter! But you—” Severus shakes his head as he scrambles to his feet, glaring down at the floor. Shame-faced, Draco worries at the glove he’s wearing where it meets the skin of his wrist, throat clogging. Perhaps it hadn’t been his best, more thought out plan. “But I didn’t expect it of you.” Draco doesn’t want to look up to see his soulmates betrayed look.
“What did you expect me to do, Severus?” Draco whispers, lifting his gaze to eye his soulmate who’s staring venomously back at him. He just barely manages to stop his flinch. “You weren’t talking to me.” Draco is horrified to hear his voice crack. It feels like he’s not in control of his body anymore as he clenches his jaw and looks away, swallowing back the tears trying to make an appearance. “You weren’t talking to me.” He repeats defeatedly, suddenly exhausted down to the bone.
Severus grits his teeth. “You didn’t have to kidnap me!” He spat. Draco just sighs and looks up, shrugging as a wry smile forms on his face. It feels bitter. Severus flinches back.
“Like I said. You weren’t talking to me.”
“You sound like a broken record, Altair!” Severus sneers. His eyes are dark, a bit cruel, nothing like how they’d sparkle warmly down at the lake before everything had gone wrong. “Maybe I didn’t want to talk to you—ever thought of that?” Severus counters. Draco wets his lips and can distantly hear the sound of his heart shattering, the ruins littering the inside of his chest.
“I—I see.” Draco murmurs, taking a step back. He wills the room to redo the entrances and exits, feeling a delirious giggle rattle in his chest where the mutilated parts of his soul rest and bites down on the urge to let it out. Severus eyes him warily before glancing at the sudden chance to escape. “I’ll just go then.” Draco turns, gliding to the door, head blank, fingers numb as he reaches for the knob.
“Wait!” Draco stills but doesn’t turn to look back. “That’s it? You went through all this trouble to get me to talk to you and now you’re going to just fuck off?” Severus sounds frustrated. A sigh squeezes it’s way past his teeth, the whistling sound making him grimace as he turns back around, staring at Severus.
“You said you didn’t want to talk to me. So I won’t give you a reason too—”
“Bullshit!” Severus shouts. Draco takes an aborted step back in surprise, feeling his body bump into the door. Severus is staring at him, more glaring really, but there are tears dripping down his cheeks. “You wanted to talk to me, Altair—so talk.” Blinking rapidly, Draco feels the ground beneath him shift and his mouth opens without his consent.
“I—you—we kissed. At the Black Lake and I thought—I just thought it meant something … between us. Then you ran and you were avoiding me, and I deserve—no I would like an explanation.” Severus’s jaw works as he stares at Draco, and it seems that something is being mulled over. “Please.” Draco whispers. “Just please tell me if—if you wanted it.”
“I wanted it.” Severus says, eyebrows knitting together. A harsh sound is forced from Draco’s lips, seemingly torn from them without his consent. There’s something raging in his chest that wants to be set free and he’s heedless to how much it’s tearing at him. The pain of it has blended into the background and right now, taking precedence is his bond with Severus. This right here, will determine their relationship in the future, this will determine how everything will go.
And yet, he can’t help that something in his chest coming up and speaking through his own lips.
“You wanted it? Did you—did you really?” Draco demands. Severus wavers, eyelashes fluttering, and Draco doesn’t know why, but it feels like rocks are thumping down into the empty chasm of his stomach, weighted with dread. “Then why, Severus? Why did you run? Why did you avoid me, ran anytime I tried to seek you out—why can’t you look me in the eyes?” The last words are yelled and Severus flinches back, hands shaking as they come up and smooth alongst his jaw to cover his mouth. The dark-haired male doubles over a little, choked sound flooding from the cracks of his fingers and Draco pauses, lips trembling.
“Why do you keep denying—?” Draco cuts himself off. Severus looks up, eyes clouded with tears.
“Us?” It’s a whisper. Draco grits his teeth, feels his jaw work as he reigns in more words before he nods his head silently. Severus sobs, but it sounds like a laugh filled with jaded edges. “Us? There is no us!”
“There could be!” Draco counters, chest rising upwards, heaving for air that never seems to satisfy his burning lungs. He’s holding in a cry and it’s obvious, but Severus doesn’t seem to notice as he shakes his head rapidly, almost violently. Draco takes a step forward. “There could be, Severus, there could be an us—”
“You’ll leave!” Severus snarls. The step the blonde had taken gets taken back. It feels reminiscent to what’s happening here. They take one step forward in the right direction to solve whatever’s going on and then one step backwards because another problem gets shoved into the middle, piling onto everything else.
“What the hell do you mean, I’ll leave?” Draco asks, confusion plain in his voice.
Severus draws in a ragged breath. “You’re not my soulmate.” Draco’s lips part at that. Seems Harry was right, he ran because Draco wasn’t his soulmate though why this was such a big problem to Severus had yet to be discovered.
“And how do you know that?” Draco takes a step forward. Severus takes a stumbling one backwards. Heedless to it, Draco continues. “How would you know that?” Draco repeats, voice lower now. Severus is trembling now.
“Because skin on skin contact is required to start the soulmate bonding process. And we kissed and it should’ve started it but it—b-but it didn’t. And—and the romance would be great. I’d end up falling for you and maybe, just maybe you’d fall for me, and we’d be … we’d be happy together,” Severus’s face is filled with heartbreak so deep Draco can practically feel it in his soul himself, “Merlin, we’d be so happy, but then … then you’d meet your soulmate, and you’d leave. You’d leave me and I—I wouldn’t survive, Draco, I wouldn’t survive it.” Tears drip down in rivers down Severus’s face, marring his pale cheeks. Draco reaches for him, fingers shaky.
“I wouldn’t leave you.” Draco whispers. “I wouldn’t go anywhere.”
Severus shakes his head. “Don’t lie. Please, don’t you dare lie.” Draco smiles, soft and sad.
“Just watch.” Severus’s eyes dart to his and then to his arm and his hand when he lifts it, other coming up to take off the glove. The sound of it hitting the floor is irrelevant when they’re both barely breathing, waiting for something—for anything to happen. Draco’s fingertips touch the soft pads of Severus cheeks and they both gasp when there’s a snap of something within themselves—within their souls—connecting and purring with satisfaction. Severus closes his eyes as Draco’s palm slides alongst his face, stepping closer without thought and tilting his head up and into the warm touch.
Draco leans his head downwards and then their lips are brushing against each other, the blonde swallowing his soulmate shaky inhale. He presses their lips together harder and breathes in the feel of Severus against him, tilting his head just so, so that the angles better and then there’s tongue, soft and gentle as it explores. Severus pulls his head back with a gasp, eyes still closed, panting as Draco kisses at his jaw and neck, pressing the shape of his smile against the skin.
“W-What—what?” Severus whispers.
“We’re soulmates. My bond was blocked, we discovered it at Gringotts.”
Severus tugs back before he turns to face Draco with wide eyes. Then his mouth curls into a scowl. “What?”
Draco gulps and he figures he’s in for a long time of explanation. And he better hurry because his soulmate doesn’t look to be in the mood for stumbling words that vaguely explain and never get to the point. He opens his mouth, hearing Severus tap his shoe on the floor impatiently, arms folded across his chest, and begins to explain.