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marguerite_26Wanna write a fic together, like today, right here in this journal? any pairing is fine, any rating is fine (though I know this journal well enough to know that an NC-17 warning is usually a good idea right off the bat).
I'll start us off and everyone is welcome to contribute. I'd like to aim for 50-100 words per turn but that's just a guideline to keep things moving. Feel free to hop on for just one turn or keep coming back for more.
I'll keep adding the contributions to the post for easy reading. My stuff won't be beta'd, likely neither will yours - this is for FUN, it's okay that it's rough. Maybe we can convince someone to beta it someday. :D
ETA1: Feel free to comment with a quick 'NEXT' if you are in the middle of typing up your addition so that you've claimed a spot. I'll keep it held for you for 30 minutes. If you do not provide your addition within 30 minutes, I'll delete your 'NEXT' and anyone else is free to claim. *makes up rules as I go*
ETA2: I've invented something called Maggie!glue, which is supposed to be transitional sentences to make two bits work together a little more smoothly if they were written at the same time. They are written quickly and likely quite lame. My apologies!
ETA3: NC-17, Harry/Draco (some Harry/Scorpius - oops!) WARNINGS: possible infidelity, incest??? het??? INSANE PLOT TWISTS??? LOL - not sure yet
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absynthedrinker
There would likely be plenty of whiskey later if he knew Malfoy. And he knew Malfoy. Though it was strange that they should be meeting in a club. This wasn't exactly Draco's milieu. He was content to meet him anywhere. It was the tenuous beginning of a Merlin knew what, but he wanted this. Merlin, how he wanted this and nothing would keep him from it.
vaysh11
Slowly he let his gaze roam over the crowd. It was a Muggle club but one frequented by the more adventurous wizarding youth. Harry could make out a group of dark-clad boys and girls that looked suspiciously like sixth-years from Hogwarts on summer holidays, down in London for what has come to be known as the Muggle-slumming circuit. He checked their faces, but neither looked familiar. They'd be in Albus' year, and Harry knew most of Albus' friends. He was positive he'd never seen any of those students. Gryffindors, then, or Hufflepuffs.
The music changed to something slower and more sensuous, and a wave-like movement went through the crowd as couples closed in on each other for a smoochy blues dance. Automatically, Harry looked over to the door where a beefy doorman checked on newly arriving guests.
"Waiting for your date?" A light touch on Harry's arm accompanied the words that came across clear and smooth through the slow beat of the music. Harry turned to look into the hazel eyes of the brunette.
[Maggie!glue]
He nodded and turned his back to her, regretting the necessary rudeness. He scanned the crowd for pale blonds.
absynthedrinker
Never mind that he was supposed to be on duty. Harry could hardly help himself. Draco's invitations were always like the calls of a siren.
He was supposed to be tracking a ring of illegal potions dealers. If the truth be told he supposed he should really be home with Ginny, being the husband and father that he'd promised to be. Nothing was ever easy for Harry.
[Maggie!glue - I also deleted line about seeing a suspect to fit with the direction below]
He craned his neck to get a better look at the door when someone touched his arm.
entrenous88
"Buy you a drink?" a man next to Harry asked, his smile easy.
"Er." Harry gestured at his still-full whiskey. "Not necessary."
"Sure?" The man reached for a coaster on the counter, and as he drew his hand back, his fingers slid over Harry's arm.
Without answering, Harry picked up his drink, got up and moved away, shifting to the other end of the bar counter.
In his peripheral vision, he saw the man shrug, and begin chatting with someone new.
He tried not to jiggle his leg or otherwise indicate how impatient he felt. Malfoy was late, was all. And much as Harry didn't enjoy waiting, he couldn't afford to leave this place just yet.
Without thinking, Harry took a gulp of his whiskey, and then another.
"Sorry," a voice murmured in his ear, and Harry shivered from the unexpected contact.
vaysh11
Damn! When did Malfoy come in? Harry would have sworn by the magical oath he'd made when entering the Auror Corps that Malfoy had not entered the premises. He must have used a Disillusionment Charm, bloody hard to cast with all the electricity running within the walls. But there was no other way that –
"You really are waiting for your date, aren't you?" The faint lisp in the voice, utterly feminine and cultured, was barely audible. It was the brunette again.
Harry spun around, shoving the girl towards the bar. Drops of whiskey spilled on his shirt and the pale skin showing above her low-cut dress. How could a Muggle girl smell like Draco, every nuance of his expensive aftershave captured in the scent that tickled Harry's nose, of lemon and vetiver?
"Who –?"
Magic. The girl's fear projected it, as did the outline of a wand that Harry could see clearly all of a sudden as her slender waist was outlined in front of the subdued lighting behind the bar. Harry reached out, a gesture he'd repeated so often it barely signalled the importance it held. The wand slid down the girl's thigh, and she jumped, eyes wide in startled surprise.
"Who are you?" Harry whispered as he pressed his body closer to the brunette, clasping her wand in his hand.
potteresque_ire
"I'm whoever you want me to be," the brunette cooed, her astonishment sealed off as her teeth worried her low lip. She's also a quick study; for her hand had extended in the same manner as his seconds before, and it was slipping towards his thigh.
Fingers were then touching, kneading Harry's groin. "Since my wand got stolen, I'm afraid I'll have to take this one."
absynthedrinker
Harry was quite suddenly into something which had not been foreseen or desired. It was difficult to think with someone kneading his manhood and he also feared that perhaps someone had slipped something into his whiskey. With his head spinning and his hips with a life of their own Harry could feel panic rising. Just as Harry began to turn to escape what was becoming a very dangerous situation he felt a warm breath on the back of his neck and hands gripping his arms. There was no mistaking their owner and he breathed deeply, turned his head and found himelf looking into the silver-grey eyes that haunted his dreams and fired his passion.
marguerite_26
“Found something to keep you entertained, Potter?”
Harry tried to move away but the hands on him, both sets, held him fast. At his waist he heard the click of long nails at his belt buckle, working his buttons free. “Fuck.”
“Not exactly how I planned our evening, but she certainly seems willing enough to play.”
Sweat sprinkled cool at Harry’s nape as Draco pinned his arms and shoved him closer to the brunette. Draco had always loved things a bit dirty, anything to get the adrenaline pumping just a little higher. The girl in front of him grinned, eyes bright with the prospect before her. Her lips quirked into a familiar smirk that looked wrong on her soft features.
“Relax and enjoy, Potter,” she drawled before dropping her knees.
potteresque_ire
Eyes narrowed, Draco shook his head and stepped in between her and Harry. He was still in his business attire; his suit was stiff-collared and long sleeved, his dragon-hide boots shone even in the dim light of the club.
He looked chaste, almost, like a friar to the whore on her knees, who'd let the shoulder strap of her dress slip down to display her breasts.
"Relaxing, Potter has no problems with," he drawled. His voice, though deeper, was more refined than hers. More practiced. "But enjoy?" Bending down as if about to kiss her ear, Draco went on in a whisper as his gloved finger reached out and swiped across her exposed nipple, his leathered black against her pert pink. "These Bludgers will have to go."
[Maggie!glue]
She gave him a wink and nod that Harry couldn’t fathom the meaning of and Harry’s stomach twisted with a mix of nerves and anticipation as Draco moved back behind him
absynthedrinker
The wet kisses on his neck were enough to drive him mad, but the hot tongue now running the underside of his prick was amazing. The sensory overload was making his head spin and he wasn't sure how long he could last. He mumbled incoherently to the man behind him, hoping Draco could be persuaded to stop when quite suddenly things became even more surreal. The brunette hair now bobbing at his waist began to morph and change both color and style. Harry froze at the edge of his orgasm as he realized who the now platinum hair must belong to.
marguerite_26
Harry had just enough time to jerk away from Scorpius’s mouth as, to his humiliation, he tumbled over the edge of his orgasm. Shouts erupted around him, and the last thing his saw was Draco’s son smiling up at him, come dripping from his lips before he heard a muttered spell and it all went black.
He woke, head pounding, in a darken room. The heat and sweat and perfume that had overwhelmed the club was gone. Raised voices filtered through the closed door on the far side of the room.
essie007
“What the hell were you thinking,” Harry could hear Draco hissing. He sounded furious.
“Relax dad. Potter enjoyed it.” That was Scorpius. Harry was mortified when he remembered the truth in Scorpius’ words. God, his head was killing him. He tried to say this, but it came out a groan.
“You’re awake.” Draco this time. Harry still couldn’t make out much more than colors and shapes, but the voices he recognized. “You need to keep quiet, listen, and trust me. We don’t have much time.” Harry moaned in response. “The illegal potions ring I was looking into for you are dealing in Cronocaine.”
Harry’s brain worked sluggishly, trying to remember everything he knew about Cronocaine. It was a class five illegal substance, banned both because of its addictive psychogenic properties, and because of its effects on the space-time continuum. Cronocaine gave its users a high by displacing them in space and time. It wasn’t a controlled displacement like a time-turner or apparition. Users of cronocaine were sent spinning through the has-beens and could-bes of time, moving with such speed and misdirection it was known to cause small tears in the fabric of reality. If Harry remembered correctly the potion needed something from a live donor for its production, a powerful witch or wizard. Hair? No that was polyjuice. Saliva, maybe? Blood? Harry couldn’t remember, but Draco was still talking, and Harry needed to listen.
“Scorpius here got caught up with them. I couldn’t contact Aurors about it, not when they had my son, but we needed to get you into the loop. We told them we were going to abduct you to use for a donor, that’s what we were doing in the club, but you’re going to escape, through no fault of ours.” Something cool pressed against his mouth, and Draco’s long fingers were at his jaw. Harry’s lips parted, and something cool slid down his throat.
“Harry, there’s something else you need to know.” Draco’s voice was fading now, and Harry just barely heard his last few sentences. “They’re not just using the Cronocaine to get high. They’re trying to pull strong donors through the cracks in time. They’re trying to get Merlin.”
marguerite_26
Harry woke disoriented. Again. Draco’s words swam in his head. They’re trying to get Merlin. The effects of Cronocaine were near impossible to fully understand. The Auror had never found a witness able to describe what occurred to users. Medi-wizards had equated some of the more unfortunate incidents to Splinch victims, body parts ‘left behind’, if you will. But where?
It seemed like Draco had a theory. He didn’t wanted to think about how deeply his tryst had suddenly become involved with his work. The entire thing was a disaster.
He blinked and looked around. He recognised Draco’s study at Malfoy Manor. Father and son would not be far. He rose and considered his next steps: floo-call to Kingsley or digging more information from the Malfoys. But did he trust them enough after the stunt they pulled in the club?
absynthedrinker
What had happened at the club was too much to wrap his head around. He collected what little calm and dignity he was still in possession of and walked toward the grand fireplace. The thought that this might be the last time he saw Draco in a non-adversarial setting was at the front of his mind when he heard his voice and that always posh and snotty accent.
"Potter!"
Harry continued toward the floo and sanity when Draco stepped in front of him, taking him by the arms.
"Potter, I know you have no reason to trust me at this moment and this is the last thing I shall ever ask of you. Sit and collect yourself. When your head has cleared we'll have a bite to eat and I will explain everything."
Harry jerked himself free and reached for the filigreed silver dish which contained the floo powder. He looked at Draco to set his beautiful face into his memory forever and saw his eyes pleading in a way that could not be faked or feigned.
"Harry if you ever really cared for me or loved me, you will hear me out," Draco implored.
"Loving you was never the problem, Draco. I always loved you. The problem was that it was never enough for you," Harry whispered and stepped into the fireplace.
vaysh11
The familiar green specks pulled him in, and a moment later Harry was catapulted out of a rather sooty fireplace. An enormous sooty fireplace. He barely had time to glance at the floor that he'd gracelessly landed on, knees first, when a heavy weight crashed into him. Even with the ash flakes in it, the blond hair was unmistakeable. Malfoy, damn the man, had followed him.
They wrestled with each other in utter silence, Harry trying to get Malfoy off of him, and Malfoy holding on like his very life depended on being attached to Harry's whiskey-spattered shirt. Harry had no idea whose fireplace this was, but the dimly lit hall, little that he could see of it, had an odd feel to it. Malfoy seemed to agree, for he had his hand pressed over Harry's mouth, ostensibly to keep him from screaming, but in fact cutting of Harry's air supply.
"Bloomilemmego," Harry mumbled through Malfoy's long fingers, kicking his legs to get away.
"Potter, you idiot" Malfoy's voice hissed into his ear. "I can't believe you brought us here, with the cronocaine still in your blood. Now don't you dare make a sound, hear me."
Another shove that had Harry's face almost smacked into the floor, then Malfoy took his hand away. Harry gulped down huge nose-fulls of precious air, as the stench hit him. The hall smelled as if an entire flock of sheep had made it their home. "What the ...?"
"I know," Malfoy groaned, breathing through his mouth. He walked towards what looked like a doorway, half-hidden behind a filthy curtain. "Potter, fucking come," he whispered. "We need to find out into which period of time the cronocaine pulled us."
A looong way back, if the heavy smell of fire and wax mingling with the stink of the sheep was any indication. Harry got up from the floor – strewn all over with bulrushes – when a loud squeal made both him and Malfoy jump.
A piglet, pink skin dotted with dark spots, came racing through the hallway and vanished behind the curtain. Harry looked at Malfoy who simply shrugged, grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him towards the doorway. For a moment, they were enfolded by the woollen curtain, then they stood at the end of a long pillared hall. The ceiling seemed unreachably high, veiled in darkness. Stars and a half-moon shone in through the narrow windows.
The only other light came from a flickering hand lamp on a table. Two men were there, talking in a language that Harry did not understand. The smaller one, young and overly excited from the high pitch of his voice, kept pulling awkwardly at his tunica-like shirt.
Malfoy didn't even wait until Harry had checked the hall for others present and traces of magic, but pulled him closer to the men, sneaking from one pillar to the next. Finally, they were so close that Harry could understand every word they were whispering, not he understood a single one. Malfoy was listening intently, though, with his head against the pillar and eyes closed. Merlin, but he looked good with the light flickering golden over his face. To stop himself from kissing him, Harry pulled out his wand and cast a general detection spell.
The young man, a boy really, was a wizard. A rather powerful wizard. Harry stared at his wand that was glowing fiery in a way it had never done before when performing the spell. This young wizard was so bloody powerful he seemed to even notice that a spell was cast on him, for he stopped talking. Both the men looked towards the pillar where Harry and Malfoy were hiding.
Malfoy glared at him, and Harry put the wand away.
The gibberish resumed, and the young wizard was still pulling at his clothing. Finally, he was able to remove his bulky underwear – were these leather tights? – and dropped them to the floor. The older man took the lamp and held it low as to inspect the other's body. Malfoy was standing stiffly and staring, only when Harry moved his head further out, he dug his fingers into Harry's shoulder and held him back. But Harry saw well enough: the older chap was checking out the other's dick. Only ...
"Ic eom gildet," the wizard said, panic in his voice
absynthedrinker
Harry blanched, finally comprehending what he was seeing. He turned to Draco to see if he was taking it all in but was instead grabbed forcefully and kissed in a way he had seldom or ever been kissed before. It wasn't feverish, but passionate beyond explaining. Harry pulled away and saw Draco put a single finger to his lips, signalling for silence. He nodded his assent and followed as Draco turned to move back the way they'd come. When they found themselves in what could only be described as a broom cupboard, Draco closed the door behind them and exhaled a breath he scarcely knew he'd been holding.
"Draco what the..." Harry began before being silenced again with that gesture.
"Harry we are in a great deal of danger here and there is much to be done if we are to return home. You need to listen to me and do exactly as I instruct or we might very well be stranded here forever.
Harry tried to summon what little calm was left to him. His head was still swimming from the spiked whiskey he'd consumed and his physical proximity to Malfoy was beginning to make him ill so he asked the first question that came to mind. "Where are we?"
Draco, who was also looking a bit the worse for wear answered "Where is not the important question, but when".
Harry was at the end of his rope and was about to tear a strip from Draco when the truth of what he'd said began to set in.
Harry sat down hard with his head in his hands. He was at a complete loss as to where to begin. "Okay, WHEN are we then?" he finally asked looking into those eyes which had so bewitched him.
"If the men in the other room are who I think they are, then we are somewhere in the late 5th century and as difficult as this may be to believe, in Camelot!"
Harry just smirked and rolled his eyes "Of course we are" was all he could think to say.
After what seemed like an eternity Harry finally asked, “Since you seem to know a great deal more about what is happening than I do, perhaps you might suggest a way of getting us home to the 21st century”.
Draco’s face remained unreadable but he responded, ”the only way I can think to get us back short of consulting with Merlin himself, would be to manufacture the same drug that brought us here. And considering that the coca plant won’t even be known to Europeans for at least another 1,000 years, we have some real choices to make here.”
“Well we aren’t getting anywhere just sitting here,” Harry declared, coming to his feet as smoothly as a cat. “Which do you think is the better alternative? A conversation with the most powerful wizard who ever lived (who by the way doesn’t speak the current Queen’s English) or trekking-off into the Andes in the hope of finding a plant neither of us would recognize even if we stumbled over it? Either way suits me, but I am going to need a bit of a clean-up and some rest before we tackle either."
Draco just shook his head and smiled. “For the first time in my life I am truly happy you are a Gryffindor."
tbc...
3300 words and counting...
Please comment HERE to add a new section.
I'll start us off and everyone is welcome to contribute. I'd like to aim for 50-100 words per turn but that's just a guideline to keep things moving. Feel free to hop on for just one turn or keep coming back for more.
I'll keep adding the contributions to the post for easy reading. My stuff won't be beta'd, likely neither will yours - this is for FUN, it's okay that it's rough. Maybe we can convince someone to beta it someday. :D
ETA1: Feel free to comment with a quick 'NEXT' if you are in the middle of typing up your addition so that you've claimed a spot. I'll keep it held for you for 30 minutes. If you do not provide your addition within 30 minutes, I'll delete your 'NEXT' and anyone else is free to claim. *makes up rules as I go*
ETA2: I've invented something called Maggie!glue, which is supposed to be transitional sentences to make two bits work together a little more smoothly if they were written at the same time. They are written quickly and likely quite lame. My apologies!
ETA3: NC-17, Harry/Draco (some Harry/Scorpius - oops!) WARNINGS: possible infidelity, incest??? het??? INSANE PLOT TWISTS??? LOL - not sure yet
The set-up
The pounding base of the bar pressed in on him, filling his mind with the rhythmic beat. Harry squeezed through the crowd with his eyes on the bar at the far end. The sea of bodies parted reluctantly, shooting him bored, annoyed looks of non-recognition. He was grateful for that at least.
A lanky brunette freed her seat at the end of the bar and Harry moved to grab it. She turned to him, startled. She could be no more than sixteen but as she let her heavily lined eyes trace over him, her expression darkened into something predatory. He looked away, cheeks pink and feeling very old.
A quick glance at his watch told him he was still early. Good. He ordered a whiskey but didn’t dare take a sip.
absynthedrinkerThere would likely be plenty of whiskey later if he knew Malfoy. And he knew Malfoy. Though it was strange that they should be meeting in a club. This wasn't exactly Draco's milieu. He was content to meet him anywhere. It was the tenuous beginning of a Merlin knew what, but he wanted this. Merlin, how he wanted this and nothing would keep him from it.
vaysh11Slowly he let his gaze roam over the crowd. It was a Muggle club but one frequented by the more adventurous wizarding youth. Harry could make out a group of dark-clad boys and girls that looked suspiciously like sixth-years from Hogwarts on summer holidays, down in London for what has come to be known as the Muggle-slumming circuit. He checked their faces, but neither looked familiar. They'd be in Albus' year, and Harry knew most of Albus' friends. He was positive he'd never seen any of those students. Gryffindors, then, or Hufflepuffs.
The music changed to something slower and more sensuous, and a wave-like movement went through the crowd as couples closed in on each other for a smoochy blues dance. Automatically, Harry looked over to the door where a beefy doorman checked on newly arriving guests.
"Waiting for your date?" A light touch on Harry's arm accompanied the words that came across clear and smooth through the slow beat of the music. Harry turned to look into the hazel eyes of the brunette.
[Maggie!glue]
He nodded and turned his back to her, regretting the necessary rudeness. He scanned the crowd for pale blonds.
absynthedrinkerNever mind that he was supposed to be on duty. Harry could hardly help himself. Draco's invitations were always like the calls of a siren.
He was supposed to be tracking a ring of illegal potions dealers. If the truth be told he supposed he should really be home with Ginny, being the husband and father that he'd promised to be. Nothing was ever easy for Harry.
[Maggie!glue - I also deleted line about seeing a suspect to fit with the direction below]
He craned his neck to get a better look at the door when someone touched his arm.
entrenous88"Buy you a drink?" a man next to Harry asked, his smile easy.
"Er." Harry gestured at his still-full whiskey. "Not necessary."
"Sure?" The man reached for a coaster on the counter, and as he drew his hand back, his fingers slid over Harry's arm.
Without answering, Harry picked up his drink, got up and moved away, shifting to the other end of the bar counter.
In his peripheral vision, he saw the man shrug, and begin chatting with someone new.
He tried not to jiggle his leg or otherwise indicate how impatient he felt. Malfoy was late, was all. And much as Harry didn't enjoy waiting, he couldn't afford to leave this place just yet.
Without thinking, Harry took a gulp of his whiskey, and then another.
"Sorry," a voice murmured in his ear, and Harry shivered from the unexpected contact.
vaysh11Damn! When did Malfoy come in? Harry would have sworn by the magical oath he'd made when entering the Auror Corps that Malfoy had not entered the premises. He must have used a Disillusionment Charm, bloody hard to cast with all the electricity running within the walls. But there was no other way that –
"You really are waiting for your date, aren't you?" The faint lisp in the voice, utterly feminine and cultured, was barely audible. It was the brunette again.
Harry spun around, shoving the girl towards the bar. Drops of whiskey spilled on his shirt and the pale skin showing above her low-cut dress. How could a Muggle girl smell like Draco, every nuance of his expensive aftershave captured in the scent that tickled Harry's nose, of lemon and vetiver?
"Who –?"
Magic. The girl's fear projected it, as did the outline of a wand that Harry could see clearly all of a sudden as her slender waist was outlined in front of the subdued lighting behind the bar. Harry reached out, a gesture he'd repeated so often it barely signalled the importance it held. The wand slid down the girl's thigh, and she jumped, eyes wide in startled surprise.
"Who are you?" Harry whispered as he pressed his body closer to the brunette, clasping her wand in his hand.
potteresque_ire"I'm whoever you want me to be," the brunette cooed, her astonishment sealed off as her teeth worried her low lip. She's also a quick study; for her hand had extended in the same manner as his seconds before, and it was slipping towards his thigh.
Fingers were then touching, kneading Harry's groin. "Since my wand got stolen, I'm afraid I'll have to take this one."
absynthedrinkerHarry was quite suddenly into something which had not been foreseen or desired. It was difficult to think with someone kneading his manhood and he also feared that perhaps someone had slipped something into his whiskey. With his head spinning and his hips with a life of their own Harry could feel panic rising. Just as Harry began to turn to escape what was becoming a very dangerous situation he felt a warm breath on the back of his neck and hands gripping his arms. There was no mistaking their owner and he breathed deeply, turned his head and found himelf looking into the silver-grey eyes that haunted his dreams and fired his passion.
marguerite_26“Found something to keep you entertained, Potter?”
Harry tried to move away but the hands on him, both sets, held him fast. At his waist he heard the click of long nails at his belt buckle, working his buttons free. “Fuck.”
“Not exactly how I planned our evening, but she certainly seems willing enough to play.”
Sweat sprinkled cool at Harry’s nape as Draco pinned his arms and shoved him closer to the brunette. Draco had always loved things a bit dirty, anything to get the adrenaline pumping just a little higher. The girl in front of him grinned, eyes bright with the prospect before her. Her lips quirked into a familiar smirk that looked wrong on her soft features.
“Relax and enjoy, Potter,” she drawled before dropping her knees.
potteresque_ireEyes narrowed, Draco shook his head and stepped in between her and Harry. He was still in his business attire; his suit was stiff-collared and long sleeved, his dragon-hide boots shone even in the dim light of the club.
He looked chaste, almost, like a friar to the whore on her knees, who'd let the shoulder strap of her dress slip down to display her breasts.
"Relaxing, Potter has no problems with," he drawled. His voice, though deeper, was more refined than hers. More practiced. "But enjoy?" Bending down as if about to kiss her ear, Draco went on in a whisper as his gloved finger reached out and swiped across her exposed nipple, his leathered black against her pert pink. "These Bludgers will have to go."
[Maggie!glue]
She gave him a wink and nod that Harry couldn’t fathom the meaning of and Harry’s stomach twisted with a mix of nerves and anticipation as Draco moved back behind him
absynthedrinkerThe wet kisses on his neck were enough to drive him mad, but the hot tongue now running the underside of his prick was amazing. The sensory overload was making his head spin and he wasn't sure how long he could last. He mumbled incoherently to the man behind him, hoping Draco could be persuaded to stop when quite suddenly things became even more surreal. The brunette hair now bobbing at his waist began to morph and change both color and style. Harry froze at the edge of his orgasm as he realized who the now platinum hair must belong to.
marguerite_26Harry had just enough time to jerk away from Scorpius’s mouth as, to his humiliation, he tumbled over the edge of his orgasm. Shouts erupted around him, and the last thing his saw was Draco’s son smiling up at him, come dripping from his lips before he heard a muttered spell and it all went black.
He woke, head pounding, in a darken room. The heat and sweat and perfume that had overwhelmed the club was gone. Raised voices filtered through the closed door on the far side of the room.
essie007“What the hell were you thinking,” Harry could hear Draco hissing. He sounded furious.
“Relax dad. Potter enjoyed it.” That was Scorpius. Harry was mortified when he remembered the truth in Scorpius’ words. God, his head was killing him. He tried to say this, but it came out a groan.
“You’re awake.” Draco this time. Harry still couldn’t make out much more than colors and shapes, but the voices he recognized. “You need to keep quiet, listen, and trust me. We don’t have much time.” Harry moaned in response. “The illegal potions ring I was looking into for you are dealing in Cronocaine.”
Harry’s brain worked sluggishly, trying to remember everything he knew about Cronocaine. It was a class five illegal substance, banned both because of its addictive psychogenic properties, and because of its effects on the space-time continuum. Cronocaine gave its users a high by displacing them in space and time. It wasn’t a controlled displacement like a time-turner or apparition. Users of cronocaine were sent spinning through the has-beens and could-bes of time, moving with such speed and misdirection it was known to cause small tears in the fabric of reality. If Harry remembered correctly the potion needed something from a live donor for its production, a powerful witch or wizard. Hair? No that was polyjuice. Saliva, maybe? Blood? Harry couldn’t remember, but Draco was still talking, and Harry needed to listen.
“Scorpius here got caught up with them. I couldn’t contact Aurors about it, not when they had my son, but we needed to get you into the loop. We told them we were going to abduct you to use for a donor, that’s what we were doing in the club, but you’re going to escape, through no fault of ours.” Something cool pressed against his mouth, and Draco’s long fingers were at his jaw. Harry’s lips parted, and something cool slid down his throat.
“Harry, there’s something else you need to know.” Draco’s voice was fading now, and Harry just barely heard his last few sentences. “They’re not just using the Cronocaine to get high. They’re trying to pull strong donors through the cracks in time. They’re trying to get Merlin.”
marguerite_26Harry woke disoriented. Again. Draco’s words swam in his head. They’re trying to get Merlin. The effects of Cronocaine were near impossible to fully understand. The Auror had never found a witness able to describe what occurred to users. Medi-wizards had equated some of the more unfortunate incidents to Splinch victims, body parts ‘left behind’, if you will. But where?
It seemed like Draco had a theory. He didn’t wanted to think about how deeply his tryst had suddenly become involved with his work. The entire thing was a disaster.
He blinked and looked around. He recognised Draco’s study at Malfoy Manor. Father and son would not be far. He rose and considered his next steps: floo-call to Kingsley or digging more information from the Malfoys. But did he trust them enough after the stunt they pulled in the club?
absynthedrinkerWhat had happened at the club was too much to wrap his head around. He collected what little calm and dignity he was still in possession of and walked toward the grand fireplace. The thought that this might be the last time he saw Draco in a non-adversarial setting was at the front of his mind when he heard his voice and that always posh and snotty accent.
"Potter!"
Harry continued toward the floo and sanity when Draco stepped in front of him, taking him by the arms.
"Potter, I know you have no reason to trust me at this moment and this is the last thing I shall ever ask of you. Sit and collect yourself. When your head has cleared we'll have a bite to eat and I will explain everything."
Harry jerked himself free and reached for the filigreed silver dish which contained the floo powder. He looked at Draco to set his beautiful face into his memory forever and saw his eyes pleading in a way that could not be faked or feigned.
"Harry if you ever really cared for me or loved me, you will hear me out," Draco implored.
"Loving you was never the problem, Draco. I always loved you. The problem was that it was never enough for you," Harry whispered and stepped into the fireplace.
vaysh11The familiar green specks pulled him in, and a moment later Harry was catapulted out of a rather sooty fireplace. An enormous sooty fireplace. He barely had time to glance at the floor that he'd gracelessly landed on, knees first, when a heavy weight crashed into him. Even with the ash flakes in it, the blond hair was unmistakeable. Malfoy, damn the man, had followed him.
They wrestled with each other in utter silence, Harry trying to get Malfoy off of him, and Malfoy holding on like his very life depended on being attached to Harry's whiskey-spattered shirt. Harry had no idea whose fireplace this was, but the dimly lit hall, little that he could see of it, had an odd feel to it. Malfoy seemed to agree, for he had his hand pressed over Harry's mouth, ostensibly to keep him from screaming, but in fact cutting of Harry's air supply.
"Bloomilemmego," Harry mumbled through Malfoy's long fingers, kicking his legs to get away.
"Potter, you idiot" Malfoy's voice hissed into his ear. "I can't believe you brought us here, with the cronocaine still in your blood. Now don't you dare make a sound, hear me."
Another shove that had Harry's face almost smacked into the floor, then Malfoy took his hand away. Harry gulped down huge nose-fulls of precious air, as the stench hit him. The hall smelled as if an entire flock of sheep had made it their home. "What the ...?"
"I know," Malfoy groaned, breathing through his mouth. He walked towards what looked like a doorway, half-hidden behind a filthy curtain. "Potter, fucking come," he whispered. "We need to find out into which period of time the cronocaine pulled us."
A looong way back, if the heavy smell of fire and wax mingling with the stink of the sheep was any indication. Harry got up from the floor – strewn all over with bulrushes – when a loud squeal made both him and Malfoy jump.
A piglet, pink skin dotted with dark spots, came racing through the hallway and vanished behind the curtain. Harry looked at Malfoy who simply shrugged, grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him towards the doorway. For a moment, they were enfolded by the woollen curtain, then they stood at the end of a long pillared hall. The ceiling seemed unreachably high, veiled in darkness. Stars and a half-moon shone in through the narrow windows.
The only other light came from a flickering hand lamp on a table. Two men were there, talking in a language that Harry did not understand. The smaller one, young and overly excited from the high pitch of his voice, kept pulling awkwardly at his tunica-like shirt.
Malfoy didn't even wait until Harry had checked the hall for others present and traces of magic, but pulled him closer to the men, sneaking from one pillar to the next. Finally, they were so close that Harry could understand every word they were whispering, not he understood a single one. Malfoy was listening intently, though, with his head against the pillar and eyes closed. Merlin, but he looked good with the light flickering golden over his face. To stop himself from kissing him, Harry pulled out his wand and cast a general detection spell.
The young man, a boy really, was a wizard. A rather powerful wizard. Harry stared at his wand that was glowing fiery in a way it had never done before when performing the spell. This young wizard was so bloody powerful he seemed to even notice that a spell was cast on him, for he stopped talking. Both the men looked towards the pillar where Harry and Malfoy were hiding.
Malfoy glared at him, and Harry put the wand away.
The gibberish resumed, and the young wizard was still pulling at his clothing. Finally, he was able to remove his bulky underwear – were these leather tights? – and dropped them to the floor. The older man took the lamp and held it low as to inspect the other's body. Malfoy was standing stiffly and staring, only when Harry moved his head further out, he dug his fingers into Harry's shoulder and held him back. But Harry saw well enough: the older chap was checking out the other's dick. Only ...
"Ic eom gildet," the wizard said, panic in his voice
absynthedrinkerHarry blanched, finally comprehending what he was seeing. He turned to Draco to see if he was taking it all in but was instead grabbed forcefully and kissed in a way he had seldom or ever been kissed before. It wasn't feverish, but passionate beyond explaining. Harry pulled away and saw Draco put a single finger to his lips, signalling for silence. He nodded his assent and followed as Draco turned to move back the way they'd come. When they found themselves in what could only be described as a broom cupboard, Draco closed the door behind them and exhaled a breath he scarcely knew he'd been holding.
"Draco what the..." Harry began before being silenced again with that gesture.
"Harry we are in a great deal of danger here and there is much to be done if we are to return home. You need to listen to me and do exactly as I instruct or we might very well be stranded here forever.
Harry tried to summon what little calm was left to him. His head was still swimming from the spiked whiskey he'd consumed and his physical proximity to Malfoy was beginning to make him ill so he asked the first question that came to mind. "Where are we?"
Draco, who was also looking a bit the worse for wear answered "Where is not the important question, but when".
Harry was at the end of his rope and was about to tear a strip from Draco when the truth of what he'd said began to set in.
Harry sat down hard with his head in his hands. He was at a complete loss as to where to begin. "Okay, WHEN are we then?" he finally asked looking into those eyes which had so bewitched him.
"If the men in the other room are who I think they are, then we are somewhere in the late 5th century and as difficult as this may be to believe, in Camelot!"
Harry just smirked and rolled his eyes "Of course we are" was all he could think to say.
After what seemed like an eternity Harry finally asked, “Since you seem to know a great deal more about what is happening than I do, perhaps you might suggest a way of getting us home to the 21st century”.
Draco’s face remained unreadable but he responded, ”the only way I can think to get us back short of consulting with Merlin himself, would be to manufacture the same drug that brought us here. And considering that the coca plant won’t even be known to Europeans for at least another 1,000 years, we have some real choices to make here.”
“Well we aren’t getting anywhere just sitting here,” Harry declared, coming to his feet as smoothly as a cat. “Which do you think is the better alternative? A conversation with the most powerful wizard who ever lived (who by the way doesn’t speak the current Queen’s English) or trekking-off into the Andes in the hope of finding a plant neither of us would recognize even if we stumbled over it? Either way suits me, but I am going to need a bit of a clean-up and some rest before we tackle either."
Draco just shook his head and smiled. “For the first time in my life I am truly happy you are a Gryffindor."
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