Limits (Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter 6 - Misunderstandings

"Harry."

Harry was not overly pleased when an insistent voice interrupted his very nice dream where he was reliving Draco's talented tongue on his cock, but, once he'd noticed the voice, he couldn't really ignore it anymore and he grudgingly began to wake up. Opening his eyes, it took him a while to focus, or at least focus as well as he could without his glasses. He found himself being looked at by a very concerned Albus Dumbledore.

"Hello, Professor Dumbledore," he said deciding that he really didn't have the energy to get annoyed at apparently having been left out of a big secret again, "aren't you supposed to be dead?"

"Yes, Harry," the headmaster replied in a grandfatherly tone, "sorry about that, but I did not dare tell you until after your maturity?"

"Oh, okay," he said and slowly sat up to find that he was wrapped in a blanket and had been lying on the sofa.

His answer did not seem to be what Dumbledore had expected and there was almost a look of surprise on the old man's face; he scored himself a point. Harry looked around and noticed something significant.

"Where's Draco?" he asked, as he realised that he and Dumbledore were alone.

"Don't worry about that, Harry," the headmaster said in a soothing tone, "he can't hurt you anymore."

Harry's brain was not working particularly fast and he didn't parse that sentence very quickly, but it finally dawned on him what had been said.

"Hurt me?" he asked in a bewildered tone.

"Yes, Harry," Dumbledore said as if he might explode at any moment, "Mr Malfoy was using his Veela powers to seduce you. We believe he was to take you to Voldemort once he had you subdued. Mr Malfoy is unfortunately Voldemort's pet."

Harry just blinked at the headmaster for a bit and then he laughed. Now he scored himself two points since Dumbledore really did look shocked.

"You think ..." Harry tried to speak around laughs, "Draco ... and Voldemort ... and then ..."

He couldn't help it; he thought it was hilarious.

"What about the wards, Professor?" he asked as he managed to bring himself a little under control.

"Mr Malfoy's power means you wanted him and hence he was doing you no harm," Dumbledore countered with what appeared to be the serene sage persona.

Harry laughed again.

"And you didn't notice the horcruxes on the kitchen table?" he asked in what he hoped was a reasonable tone.

"Kitchen table?" the headmaster asked.

Harry just pointed and Dumbledore looked completely lost.

"Where's Draco?" Harry asked, growing suddenly serious and seemed to shock the headmaster out of his daze.

"Professor Snape has him outside, stupefied," Dumbledore said and for the first time ever Harry felt like he really had the upper hand in a conversation with the old man, "we did not believe you would react well to seeing him once you regained your senses."

Harry just shook his head and swung his legs off the sofa, standing up with the blanket still wrapped around him. He discovered quite quickly that he was tender in places he had never been tender before, but with a little adjustment in his stance the discomfort eased.

"Draco isn't Voldemort's," he said and indicated the patch on the sofa where the evidence of Draco's previous virginity was starkly present; "he's mine."

And with that, he walked in the direction he had a feeling he would find Draco. Whether Professor Dumbledore was following him or not really didn't bother him; right about then, he was more interested in reuniting with his lover. He played the word over in his mind a bit as he stepped round the dining room table towards the back door and found that he rather liked it. Who would have guessed he would have had a lover before his seventeenth birthday? Being a teenage boy, he was rather pleased with himself.