Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/10076291. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence Category: M/M Fandom: Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling Relationship: Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter Character: Dean_Thomas, Draco_Malfoy, Rubeus_Hagrid, Harry_Potter, Hermione_Granger, Other(s), Pansy_Parkinson, Ron_Weasley, Seamus_Finnigan, Severus_Snape, Blaise_Zabini Additional Tags: Explicit_Language, Chan, Slash_sex, Sexual_Content, Drama, First_Time, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot Collections: HPFandom Stats: Published: 2007-11-19 Completed: 2007-11-20 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 16635 ****** Celo Luxuria ****** by KitBaiu [archived by HPFandom_archivist] Summary After being humiliated in front of the entire Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Draco wants a rematch and proposes a duel to Harry, using only "Sensory Charms". The loser has to be the winner's slave for a day. CHALLENGE RESPONSE: This is a response to takhen's "Duel of the Senses" challenge. Notes Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this creator, please contact me using the e-mail address on HP_Fandom_collection profile. ***** Part 1 ***** Disclaimer: If I owned them and made money off of this, I wouldn't be posting it here. CHALLENGE RESPONSE: This story was written as a response to takhen's "Duel_of the_Senses" challenge. Beta: Ero *hugs* Thank you! :D A/N: This is my first challenge response. I hope you like it. ^.^ This is part one of a three part series. Please also note, although it says non-con, it's only non-con at first. :) “Stupefy!” A jolt of red light shot out of the end of Harry’s wand. Draco Malfoy raised his own wand, but was soon knocked over before he had the slightest chance of defending himself. The Gryffindors roared with cheers and laughter. Snape rolled his eyes. He walked over to the unconscious blond, kneeling next to him. With a wave of his wand, Malfoy sat upright like nothing had happened. Narrowing his black eyes, Snape stood, helping Malfoy up with him. He strolled over to Harry, “Did you not hear me, Potter? Did I not say nonverbal spells only?” “Yes, but-“ “Silence!” Snape hissed, “We will try this again.” He stepped out of the way. Harry sighed as Malfoy glowered at him. The boys bowed; Harry’s eye contact never strayed from the blond as it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for him to strike early. “One.” Snape said dully. Harry and Malfoy pointed their wands at one another. “Two.” A list of spells ran through Harry’s mind. “Three.” Harry jerked his wand. Stupefy! . . . Nothing happened. A jet of red light shot from the end of Malfoy’s wand. Harry lunged to the side, stumbling into a group of Slytherins. The Gryffindors gasped. The stunning spell missed Harry, hitting Theodore Nott instead. Only one nonverbal spell that Harry could successfully cast came to his mind. The Slytherins pushed him back in front of Malfoy, snarling lowly. Harry pointed his wand at Malfoy. Levicorpus. Instantly, Malfoy flipped upside down, dangling from one ankle as if being suspended by invisible rope. His robes flew over his head, exposing his very neat white pants. The Gryffindors cackled and cheered, some even shot up red sparks in the excitement. Snape waved his wand, and Malfoy fell to the floor. He turned to Harry, his eyes wide with rage, “Detention, Potter.” “What? Why?” Harry asked, outraged, “I used a nonverbal-“ “DETENTION!” he bellowed before running to Nott’s side and rennervating him. The Gryffindors groaned. Murmurs waved over them, mostly with the word, “unfair”. The Slytherins all smirked. Pansy Parkinson had immediately run to Draco Malfoy’s aid. His eyes narrowed at Harry, and his jaw twitched. ----- “That was so unfair.” Ron grumbled after the Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. He, Hermione and Harry walked through the corridors to their common room, “You did a nonverbal spell. You won fair and square.” “Yeah.” Harry sighed. Yet, in the back of his mind he knew exactly why Snape was angry. When he saw Harry use Levicorpus against Malfoy, it must have triggered the memory of James doing the spell to him in his youth. “Bet you thought that was funny, eh Potter?” Came a drawling voice. Harry felt a hostile thrust against his right shoulder, then Malfoy stood directly in front of him, his face barely an inch from Harry’s. Crabbe and Goyle stood to the side, scowling with their arms crossed. “A little.” Harry replied with a monotone. He sidestepped, but Malfoy followed in sync with him. “Shove off, Malfoy.” Ron snarled, “Harry beat you. You’re just jealous.” “Nobody asked you, Weasel.” Malfoy said, narrowing his eyes at Ron for a moment before returning his gaze to Harry, “You humiliated me in front of the class!” “Aww, you shouldn’t be so embarrassed, Malfoy.” Ron chuckled, “Your pants were clean. Did your mum pick them out for you?” Malfoy’s cheeks flushed pink, “You’re one to talk, Weasley. Your family is so poor, I bet you’ve been wearing the same pair for the last year.” Crabbe and Goyle snickered. Ron lunged at Malfoy, but Hermione snagged his arm. “What do you want, Malfoy?” Harry asked with an irritated tone, “Revenge? Are you going to have Tweedledee and Tweedledum beat me up?” “What?” Malfoy lifted an eyebrow, clearly ignorant to the reference from Muggle literature. “Are you incapable of fighting your battles without Crabbe and Goyle?” Harry rolled his eyes. Malfoy smirked and folded his arms across his chest. In the background, Harry could hear Ron ask Hermione, “What’s Tweedledee and Tweedledum?” “No.” Malfoy replied, “In fact, I’m challenging you to a rematch, one on one, no Seconds.” “Why? What do you want to prove?” Harry crossed his arms. “That my magic skills are superior to yours.” “I think I already proved you wrong, Malfoy.” Harry grumbled, “Can I go, now?” “Please, Potter.” Malfoy’s grey eyes glowed with madness, “If we had a duel only using Sensory Charms, I would win.” “Only using what charms?” Harry lifted an eyebrow. Malfoy opened his mouth to speak, but Hermione answered instead, “Sensory Charms, Harry. I’ve read about them. They affect your senses. Sight, smell, touch-“ “I know what the senses are, Hermione. Thanks.” Harry interrupted with an annoyed tone, “But. . . Why only Sensory Charms? That’s stupid.” “Stupid?” Malfoy rolled his eyes, “Any idiot can shoot jinxes at someone. It takes true talent to cast successful True Sensory Charms.” “Piss off, Malfoy. I don’t care. I don’t have time for this.” Harry said, suddenly taking notice to the mass of students who gathered around them. “Aww, is the Potty scared of losing?” Malfoy taunted him. The Slytherins in the mass all cackled. “Of course not!” Harry defensively shouted. The amount of eyes on him now made him nervous. “Then duel me!” Malfoy shouted back, looking only too pleased at Harry’s apprehension. “Okay. Fine. Whatever.” Harry sighed, hoping he wouldn’t regret this. “The first person who can’t take it and admits defeat, loses.” Malfoy explained. “Fine.” “We’ll meet on the grounds, next to the Forbidden Forest, this Sunday morning.” “Fine.” “You should make a wager!” Came a small voice. Harry and Malfoy’s attention directed to Colin Creevey, who looked extraordinarily excited, “Like, the one who loses has to be the winner’s slave for a day! That would be wicked!” Smacking his palms over his glasses, Harry shook his head and groaned, “No way.” “Oh, why not, Potter?” Malfoy sneered, “Afraid of being my slave for a day?” “No!” Harry replied indignantly. “Then, let’s do it.” Malfoy said, “Sensory Charms only. Whoever admits defeat has to be the winner’s slave for a day, and they have to do whatever the other one says, no matter what it is.” “Fine.” Harry growled in frustration, “But, how do I know you’re going to stick to this? If I win, I’m sure you will just run away and not follow through.” “I could say the same of you.” Malfoy scoffed, “Okay, we can do an Unbreakable Vow.” The majority of the crowd gasped. Many younger students, who were probably Muggle-borns, anxiously whispered amongst themselves, asking what an Unbreakable Vow was. “No! Absolutely not!” Hermione shouted, walking over to the boys, “Harry, please be sensible! That could kill you!” “It’ll only kill you if you break the vow, Hermione.” Harry said. Yet, he didn’t feel nearly as confident as he portrayed himself. “So, it’s settled then.” Malfoy grinned, “Crabbe come over here! You’re going to be our Bonder.” “No!” Ron yelled, marching over and standing right next to Harry, “I’m not trusting that oaf to be your Bonder. Hermione, you do it.” “I absolutely refuse!” She huffed, crossing her arms. “I don’t want that Mudblood being our Bonder, anyway!” Malfoy snarled. Harry and Ron immediately sneered at him. The Slytherins sniggered, but the remainder of the crowd scoffed. “Bonder? What are you guys talking about?” Harry asked. “Malfoy, you know as well as I do that trusting Crabbe with such a powerful spell is a stupid idea.” Ron said, ignoring Harry completely, “You also know how talented Hermione is. Even if you don’t like her, you know she won’t mess it up.” “Okay, fine.” Malfoy grumbled. “I already told you! I’m not doing it!” Hermione snarled, “How can you support this, Ron?” “Hermione.” Ron turned to her, “You know they’re going to do it either way. Either you can be their Bonder, and it will be safe, or Crabbe can do it and risk blowing their hands off.” Lifting a palm to her forehead, Hermione shook her head. With a sigh, she drew her wand from her robes’ pocket. “Okay, now you guys kneel and grab the other’s right hand.” Ron explained. “I know, Weasley!” Malfoy glared at him. “Harry doesn’t know, Prat!” Ron snarled. “You don’t know how to do an Unbreakable Vow?” Malfoy chuckled, “How thick are you, Potter?” “Why, exactly, would I know that?” Harry lifted his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders in disbelief, “It’s not like I do them every day!” “Whatever, just kneel.” Malfoy replied, lowering himself in front of Harry. Harry knelt and extended his right hand. Malfoy firmly grasped it. Their eyes narrowed. Squeezing their hands as hard as they could, they appeared to be having a showdown to see who would wince in pain first. Hermione held her wand over their clasped hands. “Will you, Potter, show up on the Hogwarts Grounds, next to the Forbidden Forest, this Sunday morning?” Malfoy asked, not breaking his eye contact for a moment. “No.” Harry replied. Ron huffed, “It’s not going to work unless you say ‘I will’, Harry.” “He has to ask the questions so they apply to both of us, not just me.” Harry said. Malfoy rolled his eyes, “Okay, Potter, will we meet on the Hogwarts Grounds, next to the Forbidden Forest, this Sunday morning?” “I will.” They said simultaneously. A thin line of flame shot from Hermione’s wand and wound itself around their hands. “And, do we agree to only use Sensory Charms, particularly True Sensory Charms, in our duel?” “I will.” They both said. Another thin line of flame issued from Hermione’s wand, intertwining with the first. “And, when either of us loses, do we agree that we will be the winner’s slave for the rest of the day, and night,” he quickly threw in, “doing everything they say, no matter what it is?” Malfoy and Harry opened their mouths, but Hermione shouted, "Wait," before either of them could say anything. "What Hermione?" Harry grumbled. "You have to add something." Hermione's eyebrows raised with concern. She bit her bottom lip for a moment before adding, "Whichever of you wins, can't make the slave hurt or kill themselves." With a scoff, Malfoy incredulously rolled his eyes, "This isn't your concern, Granger. We don't have to add anything-" "Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry snarled, directing his attention back to the blond, "I agree. We do need to add that. I don't trust you." Malfoy scowled, "Fine. Since you're scared, Potter. When either of us loses, do we agree that we will be the winner’s slave for the rest of the day and night, doing everything they say, no matter what it is except hurt or kill themselves?" “I will.” They both said; the final flame escaped Hermione’s wand. It linked with the first two, creating a brilliant red-glowing chainlink bracelet. Their eyes narrowed at the same time, reflecting red from their flame bond. ----- The sun shone magnificently through the windows of the empty corridors. It was such a nice day, Harry hated that he had to spend it indoors with Snape. Yet, a part of him was happy about it. He dreaded the duel with Malfoy, regretting his pride during the original confrontation. Friday passed far too quickly for him, and he was having difficulty finding any information on True Sensory Charms. He thought, perhaps, boring hours of detention would seem long, thus making it seem longer to when he’d have to duel Malfoy. Harry sat at a desk, directly across from Snape. He had him write, I will never use that spell, EVER again. repetitively. They sat in silence. Harry felt too uncomfortable to bring up the Pensieve incident. He assumed Snape felt the same way. It was unfair, but he knew arguing it would be futile. The idea of purposely getting detention so he could avoid the duel, crossed his mind. But, Harry feared that doing such a thing might be breaking the Unbreakable Vow. “Time is up, Potter. You may leave.” Snape said well after the sun had gone down. Harry sighed, and stood up. The detention took many hours, but still felt like it passed too fast. He grabbed his many sheets of parchment. Handing them to Snape, he decided to ask, “Um, can I ask you a question. . . sir?” “What?” He slowly replied, grabbing the parchment and not making eye contact with Harry. “Where can I find information on True Sensory Charms?” He said, “. . .Professor?” Snape’s black eyes met with Harry’s. He arched an eyebrow, “I find it rather curious you ask about True Sensory Charms, considering Professor Flitwick only teaches the subject to seventh years and books are highly restricted.” “Well. . .” Harry swallowed hard, “I need to know.” “You are a sixth year, not a seventh year.” Snape explained with a bored tone of voice, “I believe you even realize that.” “I know that. But-“ “Do you want detention tomorrow as well?” Snape asked. “No!” Harry’s heart raced, “I’m sorry. I’ll just. . . go now, sir.” Snape stood from his desk, saying nothing. Sighing with relief, Harry walked back to the corridors. Harry jumped with surprise to see that Ron sat right next to the door, asleep. He leaned against the wall, and his jaw hung loosely. “Er- Ron?” Harry asked, nudging his leg lightly with his foot. Ron snorted, then shot right awake, “Oh. Hi, Harry.” He said with a yawn. “Why are you sleeping outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts room?” Harry asked. Ron slowly pushed himself to his feet. He stretched his arms over his head and explained with another yawn, “Hermione found a seventh year with a book full of True Sensory Charms. She managed to convince them to let her borrow it.” “What? Really?!” His eyes sprung open wide with delight. “Yeah, and some of them look really cool.” Ron continued, “Anyway, I wanted to tell you as soon as I saw it. But, I didn’t know how long Snape would hold ya. So, I waited out here until you were done, and I guess I fell to sleep.” “Well, let’s get back to the common room.” Harry grabbed Ron’s arm, “Snape might come out and give us detention.” Ron nodded and followed behind him, being practically dragged by Harry. ----- In the Gryffindor common room, Hermione sat at a table by herself. Her eyes opened wide, stricken with worry. Harry and Ron sat down next to each other, opposite Hermione. She bit her bottom lip, nervously pushing her bushy hair behind her ears, “Harry, you can’t do this duel.” “What do you mean I can’t?” Harry lowered his eyebrows, “I have to. I did an Unbreakable Vow.” “Yeah, Hermione, he’ll die.” Ron said. “You never specifically said you had to do the duel.” She explained, “You only agreed to meet, but you never said you had to duel.” “We said we would use True Sensory Charms if we do the duel-“ Harry tried to say. “If you do it. You agreed to meet. You agreed to use Sensory Charms if you dueled, and you agreed to be the winner’s slave for the rest of the day.” Hermione continued, “You never technically agreed to actually have the duel.” “But, what if by agreeing to do the Sensory Charms during a duel, that automatically means we have to duel?” Harry asked, “I’m not risking death over a possible loophole that may not be correct.” “Well, let me read you an excerpt from this book.” Hermione said with a sigh, leaning over and snatching her bag. Opening it, she pulled out a large tattered book, which appeared greatly aged, and set it on the table, “I’ve already read the entire thing.” “You’ve already read that entire thing?!” Ron asked, his eyebrows raised in disbelief and eyes suspiciously locked to the large book. “Yes.” Hermione replied, arching an eyebrow curiously. “But, how? That would take a normal person ages to read.” Ron said. “What do you mean, a normal person?” Hermione scowled. “Ron’s a git, Hermione, you know that.” Harry growled in frustration. Ron glared at him, “Could you please continue, considering my life is on the line?” Hermione sighed, opening the book and flipping to a page toward the beginning, “Okay, this is what is says. Sensusfascino, otherwise known as Sensory Charms or Charms of the Senses, are charms that affect only ones’ methods of perception. Although, the five classic senses are the Charms’ most likely candidates to affect, other forms of sensory can also be included, but these are rare. Such senses include time, proprioception, vascular-” “Hermione, no offense, but can you get to the point?” Harry fumbled with the hem of his jackets’ sleeve impatiently. Hermione scoffed, flipping a page, “Fine. There are few amounts of common Sensory Charms, such as a Cheering Charm. But, these are typically disregarded- ” “Please, get to the point.” “I am, Harry. Stop interrupting me!” Hermione snarled, then continued reading, “But, these are typically disregarded as they are not as dangerous as what most consider a True Sensory Charm. Sensory Charms do not attack the body, but the mind. Any physical effects resulting from a Sensory Charm are due to ones’ own reaction to the spell and not because of the spell itself. “Although, True Sensory Charms are generally brief, lasting not more than a minute or two, even the greatest wizards are known to have reacted adversely. In 1652, True Sensory Charms were banned due to a high rate of death caused merely from fright. Recipients believed what they saw was true, many being victims of the Flamma Impendio Charm, where many saw, felt and believed that they and their surroundings were engulfed with fire. “Later, in 1689, the laws were changed, stating that only the Flamma Impendio Charm, along with similar charms, were banned. This was due to a high amount of prisoners casting only Sensory Charms that did not cause ill side-affects. The prisons overflowed and- Well, the point I’m getting to is that True Sensory Charms can be highly dangerous, Harry. Wizards have been permanently disturbed by seeing or feeling false representations for a very brief amount of time. Some have even died of fright or committed suicide.” “Oh, my God.” Harry sighed, dropping his face into his hands, “Why didn’t you tell me this when Malfoy proposed the duel?” “I didn’t know, Harry!” “You said you’ve read about them!” “They are briefly mentioned in A History of Magic. You and Ron should have read it, too!” Hermione snapped, “It doesn’t elaborate on the charms, it just talks about historic events including them!” “This just gets better and better!” Harry raised his arms, then smacked a fist against the table top. “Furthermore,” Hermione continued reading, “True Sensory Charms are such old magic, that the success rate is minimal for the inexperienced user.” Harry groaned, folding his arms across one another in front of him on the desk. His head dropped, resting his face against his forearms. “Typically, wizards use potions when they want to ensnare the senses. The success rate is one-hundred percent, assuming the user brews the potion correctly. The disadvantage of potions lies in the fact that it is much more difficult to trick someone into drinking the potion than it is to charm someone, if they wish to be inconspicuous.” “So, I have until tomorrow morning to learn and master Sensory Charms? And the chances are minimal that I will be able to cast any successfully?” Harry asked, slowly lifting his head, “Oh, and I could possibly die of fright or go all looney. . .” Hermione grimaced, “This is why I’m saying you can’t do the duel. Look, just show up tomorrow, and say you’re not dueling. It’s not breaking the vow.” “But, what if it is, Hermione? Is it really worth risking Harry’s life?” Ron asked, “Besides, I doubt Harry will die or go all nutty. Those wizards were probably unaware they had a True Sensory Charm cast on them. Harry’s going into this fully aware that Malfoy’s going to be casting Sensory Charms, so he’ll be mentally prepared.” “That’s an excellent point, Ron!” Hermione beamed, “I hadn’t thought of that. I’m amazed that you did.” Rolling his eyes, Ron pressed his heels firmly against the floor, making his chair tip back slightly. He raised his arms and rest his hands against the back of his head while muttering, “Why is it when I say something smart, everyone is so surprised?” Nobody answered him. Harry lightly bit onto his bottom lip, rhythmically tapping his fingers against the table, “What do you think the chances are of Malfoy knowing how to successfully cast a True Sensory Charm?” “It’s difficult to say.” Hermione sighed, “The seventh year who let me borrow this said that Flitwick doesn’t actually teach True Sensory Charms, but about them. Also, they mix the curriculum with Defense Against the Dart Arts. They learn how to spot them and block them. So, I’m not sure where Malfoy could have learned them. But, I doubt he’d propose the duel and agree to the Unbreakable Vow if he were completely oblivious.” “Jeez,” Harry said, “I feel sorry for the seventh years that had to learn how to block them from Lockhart.” “Wait a minute.” Ron let the chair fall back to all four posts, “If Professor Flitwick doesn’t teach students how to use Sensory Charms, how come that book has the spells?” “First of all, Professor Flitwick does teach the basic Sensory Charms. You know some. It’s the True Sensory Charms he doesn’t teach.” Hermione replied, “Secondly, this book is restricted, Ron. It’s hard to obtain. Only seventh years can borrow it from the Library. Also, they have to have both the Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers’ signatures to get it. It was very difficult to convince him to let me borrow it.” “What did you do? Confund him?” Ron leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows against his knees and clasping his hands together. “No.” Hermione looked away. She appeared to be trying to hide her burning red cheeks, but Harry and Ron noticed. “What did you do?” Ron narrowed his gaze suspiciously. “I um-“ Hermione set her elbow against the table. Resting her chin against her palm, she spoke so low, with her fingers over her mouth, Ron and Harry couldn’t understand what she said. “What?” Ron’s jaw twitched. “I-“ Hermione hesitated. Lowering her arm, she sighed. She closed her eyes for a moment then opened them, speaking with a very quiet tone, “I agreed to go on a date with him. . .” “WHAT?!” Ron stood so abruptly, the chair from under him fell on it’s back, “How could you do that?!” “Why do you care? Aren’t you and Lavender still technically dating?” Hermione scowled, “Besides, I think Harry’s life is more important than me going on one date with someone. I don’t fancy the bloke; it was the only way he’d let me borrow it.” “That’s like prostitution!” Ron screamed, digging his nails into the table. “How dare you!” Hermione stood up, viciously narrowing her eyes at Ron, “I’m going on a date. We’ll probably get tea somewhere and talk for like an hour. I’m not shagging him. I don’t have to explain myself to you. Do I, Harry?” “Will you guys quit bickering?” Harry snarled, “I don’t mean to sound selfish, but I think my duel with Malfoy is a little more important.” Hermione sighed, “I’m sorry, Harry.” She sat back down. “Sorry, mate.” Ron muttered. He tried to sit back down, but was unaware that his chair tipped over. He ended up stumbling and falling flat on his back. Harry and Hermione had to bite their tongue to keep from laughing. “I’m okay!” Ron quickly announced, standing up and brushing himself up. He picked the chair up and sat back down. Harry’s attention reverted to Hermione, “So, assuming Malfoy does know how to accurately perform True Sensory Charms, is there anything that I can do to block them?” “Yes. . .” The edge of Hermione’s lip twitched as if she were wincing in pain for a moment, “But, no. . .” “What do you mean yes, but no?” Harry huffed, “That doesn’t make any sense.” “The thing is, Harry,” Hermione’s eyebrows raised with pity. She appeared to be struggling to not frown, “simple blocking spells like Protego will block Sensory Charms. But, you agreed to do only Sensory Charms, so if you do any defensive spells, you will be breaking the vow.” “That’s just great!” Harry bellowed, throwing his arms in the air. He purposely smashed his forehead into the edge of the table with a loud smack, “Why the bloody hell did you let me do the Unbreakable Vow, Hermione?” “Me?!” Hermione’s eyes opened wide, her jaw hung open in shock for a moment before she continued, “I was the one who was protesting! Ron’s the one that egged you on. Blame him!” “Yeah, Ron, why did you assist?” Harry snapped. “I assisted because I knew you were going to do it either way!” Ron’s lips curled, and he folded his arms across his chest, “I just wanted to make sure you did it right and didn’t end up making it go disastrously wrong! Hermione was the Bonder!” “You volunteered me!” She screeched, “I did it because I was afraid if Crabbe was the Bonder, he’d do it wrong and end up hurting Harry and Malfoy!” “STOP FIGHTING!” Harry screamed. He lifted his head; a red gash streaked across his forehead. Sharply inhaling, he let out a long soft sigh, “I’m sorry I blamed either of you. This is neither of your faults. It’s mine.” The trio sat in silence for a few moments. Eventually, Ron leaned forward and grabbed the book, “Let’s just see what spells there are. I’ll even let you practice on me.” He flipped through a few pages, “Ooh, look. There’s the Screech Beetle Charm. It’s an Audition Sensory Charm.” “That means it affects their hearing.” Hermione added. “Upon shouting the incantation Eternus Quiritatios, the recipient’s hearing is fully replaced with a high screech equivalent to a thousand screech beetles sounding simultaneously.” Ron read aloud, “Bet, Malfoy would love that. Not only will they be the only one able to hear it, but covering their ears will not muffle the sound.” “Okay, maybe we should write this down.” Harry said. “I’ll do it.” Hermione replied. Leaning over, she pulled a sheet of parchment and quill from her bag. Then, she started furiously scribbling. “Oh, check this out!” Ron exclaimed after flipping the page, “Inferius Restituos, a Vision Charm. It makes them see everyone around them as Inferi instead of living people.” “Um, pass. That could go horribly wrong.” Harry said. “Why? I’d bet that would scare the bollocks right off Malfoy!” Ron smirked, “It’s not like he’s going to consider your feelings when he casts Sensory Charms on you.” “Still,” Harry replied, “He could end up killing someone in a panic. Or he could cast something that’s not a Sensory Charm and kill himself.” “Who cares if he kills himself?” Ron chuckled. “Ron!” Hermione gasped. “Look. It’s all fun and games to say that.” Harry explained, “But, if he killed himself on my account, I would have a guilty conscience.” “Aw, alright.” Ron groaned, flipping through a few more pages, “Silva Hortus makes the receiver think they are in a forest. That’s rubbish. Constristio. This would make him feel depressed. Eh, maybe. . . Faecobruo.” Ron dropped the book and huddled over laughing. “What?” Harry asked, leaning forward with interest. “It’s an Olfaction Charm.” Ron managed to explain in between breaths, “It makes their nose only smell dung!” Harry burst out with laughter. Hermione scoffed and rolled her eyes as if she were above thinking such a spell was amusing. “I think Malfoy’s mum had that cast on her permanently!” Harry chuckled. Ron fell off the chair; he was laughing so hard. “Write that one down, Hermione.” Harry said, regaining his composure. “I will not!” Hermione huffed and crossed her arms indignantly, “You need to pick spells that will overwhelm Malfoy enough for him to give in, but not enough to for him to hurt himself or others. That spell will just be a minor inconvenience.” “Yeah. . .” Harry sighed, the smile across his face completely dissolving, “This is a load of tripe. Malfoy’s going to win; I just know it.” Ron pulled himself do his feet. Loosely flopping back onto the chair, Ron grimaced, raising his eyebrows empathetically, “Well, if you do lose, you only have to be Malfoy’s slave for a day. It can’t go that horribly. . .” With a loud groan, Harry let his head limply fall into his hands. Being Malfoy’s slave for a day could go very horribly. ***** Part 2 ***** Beta'd by: Ero. Thank you. :D Warning: Sexual public humiliation. Thought you ought to know. :) EDIT: I forgot to take out the note I asked my beta. x.x I took it out now, but I'm sorry for those of you who read it and were going "wtf?! o.o" Hahaha. xD The Great Hall howled with the excitement the day of Harry and Malfoy’s duel. It looked like every student had caught word of it. It amazed Harry, really, that none of the teachers had confronted him. They appeared completely oblivious. Scores of Gryffindors cheered as Harry approached the table. Ron and Hermione sat on either side of him, both trying to give him encouraging words of support. “You got that Screech Beetle Charm down pretty well.” Ron amicably patted his back, “If all else fails, you can do that over and over again. I bet Malfoy’s sure to crack eventually.” Harry merely grunted. “Harry. You need to eat.” Hermione nagged him. She took it upon herself to grab his plate and load it with food for him, “To be at your best mentally, you have to be at your best physically.” Harry frowned. Raising his elbow to the table, he rest the side of his face against his palm. He picked a fork and lightly poked the food. Although, he knew Hermione was right, he had absolutely no appetite. “Oi, Harry!” Came an excited voice. Harry turned to see Colin and Dennis Creevey, both holding cameras and whimsical grins across their faces, “We’re going to take photos of the duel! It’s going to be so amazing!” Colin said. Harry grumbled. He really wanted to strangle Colin for suggesting the slave wager but resisted the temptation, “I’d rather you didn’t.” He muttered. “We bet all our money on you to win!” Dennis added animatedly. He and his brother didn’t appear to catch Harry’s request, “You’re going to be brilliant, Harry! We know you’ll win!” “Who’s taking bets?” Harry asked, lifting an eyebrow. “Seamus and Dean!” Colin said, “They’re over there!” He turned and pointed to the entrance of the Great Hall. Harry was sure he could see the top of Dean’s head. But, they were too surrounded by students to see them clearly. “Oh, I’m going to kill them.” Harry whispered. Ron and Hermione grimaced. “Harry!” He turned to see Parvati and Lavender. Lavender stood next to Ron, placing a hand on his shoulder. Ron scowled, not paying her any mind. Judging from the look on Hermione’s face, Harry guessed she was delighted to see him angrily dismissing Lavender. “If you win, you should order Malfoy to wear a dress!” Parvati squealed, blushing slightly. “Yeah!” Lavender chimed in, “And let us put make-up on him!” The duo giggled. Harry forced a smile. His stomach clenched. The idea was amusing, but all Harry could think about was if Malfoy would make him do that if he won. He was definitely more vindictive than Harry. He could probably think of things to do far worse than simply walking around the school dressed as a female, and Harry just couldn’t see himself winning. “Harry, please eat. We have to leave soon.” Hermione persisted, completely ignoring Parvati and Lavender. “I’m not hungry.” Harry said lowly, “Let’s just go and get this over with.” He stood slowly, Ron and Hermione following behind him. As if on cue, the majority of the students all stood. Many of them patted Harry on the back in a friendly manner. Others cheered words of encouragement. Most of them made suggestions starting with, “If you win, you should make Malfoy. . .” Stopping at the doors leading to the Entrance Hall, Harry glared at Dean and Seamus, “Why did you guys take bets?” “Aw, don’t get mad, Harry.” Seamus grinned, “Proceeds go to the party in the Gryffindor common room after your victory. You can keep any extra money.” “That’s not the point.” Harry rolled his eyes and proceeded into the Entrance Hall. Seamus and Dean followed next to him, “I’m going to look like a moron. You guys are only making it worse.” “Hey, have a little more confidence.” Dean said, “A lot of people bet on you. You can take Malfoy!” “Who all bet on me?” Harry asked, pushing open the great oak front doors. “Well, all the Gryffindors. That’s a given. Plus, a majority of the Hufflepuffs.” Dean casually explained. “And the Ravenclaws?” Harry asked, stepping outside. “The thing is. . .” Seamus started. “Luna and Cho bet on you.” Dean interjected with an obviously forced grin. “And the rest of them bet on Malfoy?!” Harry asked, stopping on the steps. He turned to face Dean and Seamus, his eyes wide with shock. Seamus’ gaze met the sky. Dean’s found the tips of his shoes, “Yes.” He muttered. “Oh, that’s just great!” Harry howled, grabbing handfuls of his hair from the back of his head, “If they’re all betting on Malfoy, then I’m doomed!” Hermione’s face flickered another grimace. She ran next to Harry, setting a gentle hand on his shoulder, “That’s not true.” She said, “Ravenclaws are overrated.” “I couldn’t do hardly any of those spells, Hermione.” Harry whined, letting his arms limply drop. “You’ll be fine.” She said soothingly, “I promise.” “I’m holding you to that.” Harry grumbled. Hermione bit her bottom lip and averted her attention to the ground. The great oak front doors burst open. A mass of Slytherins poured from the entrance, being lead by none other than Draco Malfoy. Malfoy led the group down the steps. He stopped when he got sight of Harry. Harry maliciously glared at him. Malfoy simply smirked and continued onward. Harry sighed, bowing his head, “You know what, I’ve changed my mind.” “Changed your mind about what, exactly?” Ron narrowed his eyes and folded his arms across his chest. “I’m not going. Fuck this. I choose death.” He looked up at the group. The excited faces of the Gryffindors slumped into disappointment. Many tried to say reassuring words, but they didn’t help. Ron rolled his eyes and grabbed Harry’s arm, dragging him onto the grounds, “You’re a Gryffindor, Harry.” He said, “Act like it.” Harry groaned, letting himself be dragged like a rag-doll, rather than willingly following. Hermione stayed right behind him, frantically whispering into his ear, “Harry, the only thing you really have to remember is to not cast any spells other than Sensory Charms, got it?” “Yeah.” Harry said. “And I mean no matter what.” Hermione continued, “If Malfoy casts a Vision Charm and you think a dragon’s going to attack you, don’t do anything. If someone suddenly looks like Voldemort-“ Ron gasped, “-don’t do anything. If anything scares you, just close your eyes and try to pretend you’re somewhere else. This is a battle of mental stability and endurance. You don’t need to cast anything other than Sensory Charms.” Harry’s stomach felt like it just turned over. A crowd of Slytherins stood outside the Forbidden Forest. Malfoy stood at his lonesome right in front of them, a smirk still drew across his face, and his arms crossed. He looked absolutely delighted to be there. The crowd behind Harry started chanting his name over and over again. The more they chanted, the more Harry’s stomach clenched. He had never been dreading a duel more in his life. The remaining mixes of Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws blended with a group of Slytherins, and all of them formed a thick oval around Harry and Malfoy. “Goyle, do the countdown.” Malfoy ordered. “No way!” Harry shouted. “Why? Goyle can’t mess up a countdown.” Malfoy said. “He’s your friend. You’ll cheat.” Harry explained. “I let the Mudblood be our Bonder.” Malfoy replied. Harry narrowed his eyes when he said ‘Mudblood’, “My friend can do the countdown.” “Fine.” Harry muttered. He and Malfoy bowed to each other. Harry, once again, never strayed his eye contact. “Three!” Goyle called. Harry and Malfoy lifted their wands. “Two!” “One!” “Constristio!” Harry bellowed. Malfoy dropped his wand. He dropped to his knees and covered his face with his hands. Harry grinned; the Gryffindors roared with applause, cheers and whistles. Stepping slowly, Harry walked toward Malfoy with his wand pointed at his blond head. Malfoy sniffled and sobbed. Harry would’ve felt guilty if not for the fact he was immensely relieved. Lifting his head, Malfoy glared at Harry with swollen red eyes. He hastily reached for his wand, but Harry shouted, “Eternus Quiritatios!” Malfoy’s scream echoed throughout the grounds. Immediately, he clamped his hands to his ears. The Slytherins and Ravenclaws all groaned while the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs cheered. Harry’s stomach relaxed. He felt he had been getting anxious over nothing. Once the charm wore off of Malfoy, he could politely ask him to surrender. Malfoy let go of his ears and snatched his wand, “Glaciahortus!” Harry blinked. The Hogwarts grounds disappeared. All the surrounding students vanished with it. He stood in the middle of an unfamiliar terrain that was completely covered in ice and filled with a howling blizzard, making Harry shudder against the cold. Although, the area didn’t come off as threatening to Harry in of itself, he could only think about the fact that it was a Vision, Audition and Tactition Charm, which meant one thing. Draco Malfoy was highly proficient in casting True Sensory Charms. Harry remained still. He knew it would pass soon. Really, there was nothing to fear, except to everyone else he probably just looked like he was just standing there, looking like an idiot. A quiet rumble sounded beneath him. Harry’s feet felt numb, not from the cold but from the tremors caused by the earth under him. The ground cracked in between Harry’s leg. With a loud quake, the ice split in two, forcing Harry to fall. Clutching the edge of a newly formed cliff, Harry clenched his eyes shut with a yelp. It’s not real. It’s not real. It will pass. The air around him suddenly felt warm, and the sounds of wicked laughs echoed around him. Harry opened his eyes to realize he was clutching onto Colin Creevey. Colin lifted his camera and clicked it right in Harry’s face. He stumbled backward, furiously blinking to dissipate the glare that burned into his retinas from Colin’s camera flash. “Are you done yelping and clutching to Mudbloods?” Malfoy asked with a derisive laugh. Harry growled, pointing his wand at Malfoy, “Eternus Quiritatios!” But, the blond jumped out of the way in time. He landed on his side, aiming his own wand at Harry and yelling, “Amicus Mortifrustro!” Harry clenched his eyes shut, then opened them. Everything appeared the same. Malfoy’s charm must have not worked. Malfoy pushed himself to his feet. He pointed his wand, not at Harry, but at Ron and Hermione, “Avada Kedavra!” “No!” Harry screamed, rushing to his friends’ aid. He was too late. His comrades lie slain, “Oh, my God!” he sobbed, cradling the bodies’ heads in each arm. Standing quickly, Harry turned toward Malfoy, who stood with his arms crossed, laughing maniacally. His eyes narrowed, his teeth barred, Harry pointed his wand at the blond, “Avad-” But, Harry stopped. Malfoy stood alive and well. The Killing Curse was a curse, not a charm. If Malfoy cast anything other than a Sensory Charm, surely he would have died as he would have broken the vow. This was another Sensory Charm. Ron and Hermione were alive. It was just an illusion. Although overcome with relief, Harry still felt bitter that Malfoy had gone that far. Feeling ready, Harry kept his wand pointed at Malfoy. Since he was unsure if the blond were truly standing there or if his vision was charmed to see him there, he decided to wait until the charm wore off before he sent a counterattack. Harry blinked. Ron and Hermione grabbed hold of each of his arms. Malfoy stood next to the Slytherins, all of whom were huddled over with laughter. “‘You alright, mate?” Ron asked. “What happened?!”Hermione sounded panicked. Harry could see from his peripheral vision that her eyes were wide with shock. “Nothing.” Harry muttered, gently shaking them off him. He marched toward Malfoy, his eyes slits and his lips thin, “That wasn’t funny! I could have killed you or myself!” “Well, you didn’t.” Malfoy casually shrugged, “So, no harm done.” Harry aimed his wand at Malfoy’s face, “Inferius Restituos!” Malfoy blinked. His gaze fell to Harry’s wand, then back to his eyes, “Was something supposed to happen?” “Inferius Restituos!” Harry bellowed again, nervous that he wouldn’t be able to perform the charm. “Well, as interesting as it is to watch you shout that all day, there’s a Sensory Charm I’d like to show you.” Malfoy smirked, pointing his wand at Harry’s face. “INFERIUS RESTITUOS!” A trickle of sweat rolled down the side of Harry’s face. “Yeah. Yeah. You said that already.” Malfoy shrugged like he was bored, “This charm I have been practicing especially for you. Lasciva Maxima!” Harry blinked. Nothing happened. He waited for something horrible, like people dying or something threatening to kill him, but it never came. Harry smirked. Malfoy’s charm must have failed this time. Yet, the blond acted peculiar. He didn’t try to recast the charm. In fact, he simply crossed his arms, leaning on one foot with a smug grin across his face. Now would be the opportunity to counterattack. Harry opened his mouth, but no words escaped his throat. Oddly, it wasn’t that he couldn’t speak; it was that he didn’t want to. Harry pocketed his wand, smiling at Malfoy. He felt his cheeks blush, slightly. “Oh, yes. It has taken effect, hasn’t it?” Malfoy started walking circles around him. All the students murmured curiously, even the Slytherins, “I just want you to know everything you see is real; everything you hear is real; everything you physically feel is real. I didn’t charm any of those senses. And I’m going to keep casting this charm on you, until you’re begging for mercy.” Harry hadn’t the slightest to what Malfoy was talking about. He didn’t care. Really, the only thing he cared about was keeping his eyes on Malfoy. He couldn’t look away; he didn’t want to. Malfoy brushed a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. Harry never noticed just how blond his hair was; he found it pretty. Malfoy licked his bottom lip causing Harry to shudder. “I don’t want this to wear off, yet.” Malfoy said, pointing his wand at Harry, “Lasciva Maxima!” Harry’s green eyes remained open wide. Malfoy continued encircling him, and Harry slowly swivelled, so he could keep his eyes on him. He no longer had the desire for revenge or to cast any Sensory Charm on him. No, what Harry really wanted was to touch Malfoy’s face. Harry gasped. Oh, my God. He cast a charm to make you attracted to him! His initial shock was soon replaced with yearning. He didn’t just want to touch Malfoy; he had to. Leaning forward, Harry outstretched an arm. Malfoy caught his hand within his own, “Oh, you want to do that, don’t you?” Licking his bottom lip, Harry’s eyes bore into Malfoy with desire. The blond tutted, letting go of Harry’s hand. The entire crowed fell silent. Harry frowned, disappointed that Malfoy let go of him. He took a single step forward but stopped suddenly. His trousers felt unnaturally tight around his crotch. These were Dudley’s hand-me-downs; they should never feel tight. Malfoy’s gaze casually fell to Harry’s crotch. Licking his bottom lip again, he grinned and pointed his wand at Harry, “Lasciva Maxima!” Falling to his knees, Harry breathed heavily. Large beads of sweat formed along his hairline. His pulse pounded so hard, he could feel it through his throbbing erection. It had grown to the point of becoming painful. “What’s wrong with him?” A voice called. “He looks sick! Maybe he’ll retch!” Called an excited voice, who Harry assumed was Dennis Creevey. Harry didn’t pay any of the random calls any mind. All he could think about was Malfoy, touching Malfoy, being touched by Malfoy. That was all he wanted right now. He didn’t even care that there was an audience to witness it. “What did you do to him, Malfoy?!” Ron snarled. “Oh, relax.” Malfoy chuckled, “He’s fine. In fact, I bet he’s feeling more than fine.” Malfoy sat down, right in front of him, “Aren’t you, Potter?” “Touch me.” Harry whispered. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” Malfoy grinned. “Touch me, Malfoy!” Harry begged, “Please.” Harry swallowed hard. Dammit, I can’t fight this. I want him so bad. “Touch you?” Malfoy laughed, “Touch you where?” “You know where!” Harry screamed. The students’ murmurs sounded of curiosity and anxiety. Malfoy shoved Harry against his shoulder, forcing the brunet to fall on his back. Pointing his wand at him again, Malfoy whispered, “Lasciva Maxima!” Dropping his wand, Malfoy leaned over Harry. He held his hand, palm out flat, a few inches above Harry’s pulsating erection, “Is that where you want me to touch you?” he asked, his eyes wide with madness. “Yes!” Harry exclaimed. He arched his hips, desperately hoping his cock could just brush against Malfoy’s hand through the material of his trousers. “Beg me!” Malfoy viciously ordered, licking his lips with a wide grin across his face. “Please!” Harry pleaded, “Please, touch me! For the love of God! I’ll do anything!” “Stop it! STOP IT!” Hermione shrieked, marching straight over Harry and Malfoy, “You’re humiliating him! This is inhumane! Stop it! Please!” Malfoy glanced back, narrowing his eyes at her. He looked back at Harry, “Admit defeat, and I’ll touch you.” “I admit it! You win!” Harry’s eyes widened, his excitement peaking that Malfoy was finally going to touch him. But, Malfoy didn’t touch him. With a smirk, he snatched his wand and stood. Waving his wand over Harry and whispering an inaudible incantation, Malfoy then turned toward Hermione, “There. I’m done.” Harry sat up. He stared at the grass with his eyebrows lowered. Everything that had just happened replayed through his mind. With a groan, he dropped his face into his hands. A loud cry echoed throughout the mass. Harry looked up to see Ron running at Malfoy, his face contorted with rage. Hermione lunged forward and grabbed Ron around his torso, “Stop, Ron. Stop!” “No!” Ron screamed, a line of saliva shooting from his mouth, “That was messed up! I’ll kill you!” He hostilely grabbed Hermione’s arms, frantically jumping and trying to break free. “Calm down, Weasley.” Malfoy replied casually, “There’s no need for death threats.” Behind him, Crabbe and Goyle stepped forward. “Please, stop, Ron.” Hermione said, “You’re just making it worse.” Ron desisted, “How can you tell me to stop after you saw what he did to Harry?” “I know, Ron, but-“ Hermione’s attention suddenly averted to the silent crowd, “What are you still doing here? Go back inside! There’s nothing to see!” The group remained silent and didn’t move. “Didn’t you hear her?!” Ron bellowed, “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!” The students all quickly turned around and started walking to the castle. Hermione and Ron rushed over to Harry and helped him to his feet. “Are you okay?” Hermione asked, gently rubbing his back. “Oh, yeah. I’m great.” Harry sarcastically grumbled, his gaze glued to his shoes. Hermione and Ron grimaced, neither really sure what to say. “Get away from him!” Malfoy shouted, walking over to the trio. He, Crabbe, Goyle and Parkinson were the only students who stayed behind, “He’s my slave for the rest of the day.” Hermione and Ron turned to face Malfoy. Ron stood in front of Harry, reaching back and grabbing his arms as if using himself as a human shield. “You won’t be partaking in our activities, today.” Malfoy drawled. “Shove off, Malfoy!” Ron shouted, “Harry’s not going anywhere.” “Oh, yes he is.” Malfoy replied matter-of-factly, “He has to. Otherwise, he’s breaking the Unbreakable Vow.” “Thank you, Ron.” Harry muttered, “But, it’s okay.” Ron and Hermione turned back around to face Harry. Hermione nervously bit her bottom lip, “Harry, just. . . Don’t refuse. Whatever it is, if you must protest, ask questions if have to. But, whatever you do, don’t say no or refuse.” “That’s enough, Mudblood.” Malfoy snarled, aggressively snatching Harry’s arm, “You’re coming with me, Potter. Oh, and tell her she’s a Mudblood.” “N-“ “Harry, just do it!” Hermione cried, wiping the tears that formed in the corner of her eyes. Harry sighed, clenching his eyes shut, “You’re a Mudblood. . .” he whispered. “Louder!” Malfoy ordered, “I can’t hear you. Open your eyes; make eye contact with her when you do it.” Harry bit onto his quivering lip. His eyes were swollen red when he looked up at Hermione, “You’re a Mudblood.” He said. “I’m so sorry, Harry.” Hermione’s lips curled, and she sniffled. Her and Ron’s eyebrows lifted empathetically as they glanced back at him one more time before heading to the castle. ----- The normal volume of voices echoing throughout the Great Hall died during lunch. The Slytherin table held the only conversing students. Harry sat next to Malfoy at the Slytherin table, starring vacantly at his empty plate. Even if students from the houses weren’t saying anything, he could still feel them staring at him in wonder. “Tell him he can’t eat the rest of the day.” Crabbe suggested to him. “It doesn’t look like he’s doing that, anyway.” Malfoy replied placidly. “Make him go insult more of his friends!” Parkinson said with a giggle. “Mm, no. They all know I’m sending him to do it.” Malfoy’s eyes slowly scanned across the Great Hall. His attention stopped at the staff table, “But, that giant oaf doesn’t.” Harry’s attention shot to the staff table. He could see that Malfoy stared right at Hagrid. He looked back at Harry, his grey eyes piercing, and a wicked grin drew across his face, “Go tell him what a great big fool he is, and how you always hated his Care of Magical Creatures class.” “N-“ Harry started, “But, why? He’s never doing anything to you!” “Please, he’s almost killed all of us in that class.” Malfoy leaned back slightly, resting his hands against the back of his head, “Besides, it’ll amuse me.” “And if I choose death?” Harry snarled. “Oh, noble-Potter. He’d rather die than insult his friends!” Malfoy chuckled. The surrounding Slytherins laughed with him, “What is it the Daily Prophet calls you? ‘The Chosen One’? It would be quite difficult to protect your friends from the Dark Lord if you were dead, wouldn’t it?” Harry growled lowly and briskly stood from the table. He walked to the staff table, all the way to the very end where Hagrid sat. “All righ’, Harry?” Hagrid beamed. Harry clenched his fists and shut his eyes. Heaving a long sigh, he looked up at Hagrid and said, “I’m sorry.” “Summat the matter, Harry?” Hagrid asked curiously. “You are a great big fool, and I’ve always hated Care of Magical Creatures class.” Harry felt so ashamed that he turned on the spot and ran back to the Slytherin table. He didn’t even want to see Hagrid’s face. All he hoped was that Hagrid would give him the chance to apologize tomorrow. The Slytherins’ faces hung over the tables; banging their fists, they laughed so hard. Harry sat back down next to Malfoy with a scowl across his face and his arms crossed. “Did you see his face?” Malfoy gleefully laughed, “He looked like he was going to cry!” “I think he is crying!” Blaise Zabini said. Harry clenched his eyes shut, desperately trying to hold back the tears that formed in the corner of his eyes. Curling his lips in, he tightly bit onto them, refusing to give Malfoy and the Slytherins the pleasure of watching him cry. “Hmm, what else can we have Potter do?” Malfoy asked. “Professor Snape’s getting up.” Zabini said, “Wouldn’t it be funny to see Potter try to jinx him?” “That would be funny!” Malfoy replied. “I can’t do that!” Harry shouted. His eyes spring open, “I’ll get detention and. . . I can’t be your slave if I’m in detention.” He suddenly thought doing this might not be such a bad idea. “And if he gives you detention, you skive it.” Malfoy said indifferently. “I could get expelled!” Harry grabbed the edge of the table firmly. “Not my problem.” Malfoy said, twiddling his fork, “After you do it, run to the dungeons. We’ll meet you there.” Harry knuckles turned white from grabbing the edge of the table so hard; his jaw twitched. Malfoy narrowed his eyes at him, “Go do it, now!” Harry stood slowly. He walked to the aisle Snape strolled down. Thinking it best to just get it over with, Harry quickly ran up to him and drew his wand, “Stupefy!” Snape’s jaw dropped, and he fell to the floor, skidding to the opposite end of the aisle. Bolting toward the Entrance Hall, Harry didn’t wait to see anybody’s reaction. He slid and stumbled against the slick floor. He caught himself and stood back up, running over to the door that lead to the dungeons. After running down the stairs, Harry stopped right outside the hidden door to the Slytherin common room, which he remembered from his second year. Harry panted heavily. Resting his palms against his knees, he stood huddled over. Beads of sweat clung to his forehead; Harry wiped them off. Snape is going to literally kill me. . . Echoing sounds of excited laughter ricocheted off the walls from the staircase. Malfoy appeared at the end of the dungeon corridors, followed by his band of Slytherins. Harry could make out pieces of their conversation. ”He is so mad. Potter is in so much trouble!” ”Next time Professor Snape finds him, he’s going to have to clean toilets for the rest of the year!” They walked right up to Harry, stopping at the concealed door. “True Honor.” Malfoy said, revealing the door to the common room. Opening the door, Malfoy hostilely shoved Harry inside. The Slytherins piled in, walking around him. Crabbe and Goyle sat next to one another on the black sofa. Zabini took the lone chair. Pansy Parkinson sat on an empty couch; Malfoy laid across the same couch, resting his head in Parkinson’s lap. He glanced up at Harry, who was still standing by the door, “Sit down.” He ordered. Grinding his teeth, Harry walked to the couch Malfoy lay across, sitting next to his feet. Malfoy rolled his eyes and kicked Harry off the couch, making him land flat on his stomach, “You’re a slave. You can sit on the floor.” The Slytherins thundered with laughter. Pushing himself back to his hands and knees, Harry sat up. He pulled his legs to his chest and wrapped his arms around his knees. A glower on his face, Harry stared ahead at nothing. “What should we make him do now?” Zabini asked in boredom. “I dunno.” Malfoy yawned, “Maybe we can make him go kill Weasley.” The Slytherins all laughed. “Oh, fuck you, Malfoy!” Harry growled. “It was a joke, Potter.” Malfoy snapped, sitting up, “But, don’t you talk to me like that. You are my slave. I am your master. In fact. . . You will address me from now on as either Master or sir. Understand?” “Yes.” Harry muttered. “Yes, what?” He asked. “Yes, Master.” Harry shuddered, a part of him feeling violated that he had to refer to Malfoy in such a manner. “I’d tell you to do my homework if I wasn’t sure I’d get a better grade than you.” Malfoy smirked. Harry scoffed, staring at the floor. “He can do my homework!” Crabbe said. “Do Crabbe’s homework.” Malfoy ordered, “And Goyle’s, for that matter. Merlin knows, he’s barely passing.” “Okay,” Harry said, “Where are they? . . .sir.” “It’s in our dormitory.” Malfoy stood up, “Follow me.” Harry pushed himself to his feet. Malfoy led him up the stairs. They stopped at a black wooden door, and he opened it. When they walked in, Malfoy pointed to a trunk, “That’s Crabbe’s.” He pointed to another, “That’s Goyle’s. Their bags are in there. Do all their homework, and do it your best. Don’t purposely do a bad job. Also,” Malfoy spun a one- eighty, pointing to a completely different trunk and four poster, “that is my stuff. You are not allowed to touch any of my belongings!” “Alright. . . Master.” Harry said, staring blankly at the ceiling. “I will be back before dinner.” Malfoy continued, “You are not to leave here unless you finish their homework, which I doubt you will.” “Yes, Master.” Harry replied with an air of boredom. Malfoy turned away, walking out and shutting the door behind him. Harry walked over Crabbe’s trunk and opened it. Pulling out his bag, Harry was astonished to see the amount of homework he had. Hours passed, Harry’s buttocks felt numb from sitting on the floor for so long. He glanced in the direction of Crabbe’s remaining homework pile and sighed. He hadn’t even quite finished half of it, yet. It was dull work, but at the same time, he preferred doing homework to humiliating himself and insulting his friends. After Harry completed one of the essays, he set it down with Crabbe’s quill. He cracked his knuckles and shook his wrists. His joints had grown quite sore from the amount of writing he had completed. Flipping through the sheets of homework, Harry reviewed his work. Harry hoped the teacher didn’t recognize his writing. His concern wasn’t so much for Crabbe’s benefit but for his own. He knew his essays were generally better than this, but he also had Hermione to edit it for him. Malfoy only ordered for him to do his best, and that was technically what he did. A light click sounded, and Harry looked up to see Malfoy stepping in quickly and shutting the door behind him. He turned and looked at Harry on the floor, “I don’t care if you haven’t finished. You’re done doing their homework.” “I’ve only gotten half of Crabbe’s done.” Harry explained. He really didn’t want to go down to dinner and be publically humiliated again, “I haven’t even started on Goyle’s.” “I don’t care. You’re done.” Malfoy said, “Put his things away.” “Yes, sir.” Harry replied, grabbing all of Crabbe’s parchment and books. He couldn’t help but notice Malfoy out of the corner of his eye. His back faced him, but Harry could see he was waving his wand at the door. The incantations he spoke were barely audible to Harry’s ears. After stuffing Crabbe’s things back into his bag, Harry set it in his trunk. Turning around, the brunet stood up to see Malfoy facing him. His grey eyes slowly scanned from the top of Harry’s head to his feet while he licked his bottom lip. “Bless that camera-wielding Mudblood!” He said with a smirk, “I could kiss him. Really. I wish I had thought of that.” “Okay. . .” Harry lifted a curious eyebrow, then asked, “Aren’t we going to dinner?” “Oh no. We’re not going to dinner.” Malfoy replied, his grey eyes wide, intensely piercing into Harry, “It was so difficult to shake those fools off, and I wanted to do that all day.” “Okay. . .” Harry repeated, shifting nervously. As Malfoy walked toward him, he saw that behind him there was a large metal lock bolted in the side of the door and the wall directly next to it. Harry felt certain that it was not there before, “What do you want me to do, then? . . . Master.” “Stop calling me that, for one.” Malfoy said, stopping right in front of Harry, “It was amusing in front of my friends, but as it’s just me and you, I want you to call me. . . Draco.” “Draco?” Harry asked, lifting his eyebrows in surprise. “Yes, Potter. Draco.” He smirked, “It is my name, after all.” “I know that, but we always-“ “Shhh.” Malfoy said softly, placing his hand on the left side of Harry’s neck and running his thumb slowly along his jaw-line. Harry’s gaze fell to Malfoy’s hand, then back to his bright grey eyes. His breathing trembled, “W-What are you doing, Mal- Draco?” Malfoy smiled when Harry said his name, “Yes, I like it when you call me that.” He whispered. Wrapping his free arm around Harry’s waist, he pulled the shorter boy close to him. Malfoy tilted his head to the left side of Harry’s neck, planting his lips at the base of his jaw, then letting his tongue slide across the crevice on the back of Harry’s ear. ***** A/N: Thank you for the reviews, guys. *hugs* Part 3, which is also the conclusion, should be posted soon. :) ***** Part 3 ***** Beta'd by: Ero. :) A/N: Hahaha. I'm sorry for being such a cock-tease. xD All your comments have been wonderful. :) I was going to post Chapter 14 of Second Mission today, but as an anonymous commenter (from AdultFanFiction.net) noted they were leaving tomorrow and wanted to read this today, I opted for this instead. I know it probably seems weird that I won't just post both of them, but believe it or not, it takes me a while to post things to various sites, especially livejournal. So, I'll post that tomorrow. FINAL WARNINGS: I really just wanted to make it clear that this does start out non-con. I know I already noted that, but I thought I'd make sure everyone got it one more time. Also note, Draco's probably going to come off a smidgen OOC toward the middle and end of this story. Thought I should mention that. :) Alas, I'll shut up and you can read the conclusion of Celo Luxuria. :D ***** Swallowing hard, Harry forcefully brought up his arms and shoved Malfoy off of him. He reached back to his trousers’ back pocket and drew his wand, firmly pressing it into Malfoy’s neck, “Don’t touch me!” Malfoy snatched Harry’s wand-holding wrist, his eyes narrowed, “I’m the one giving orders around here. Give me your wand, Potter.” Tightening his lips, Harry flicked his wrist so his wand flipped. Catching it, the wand pointed at Malfoy, handle-side out. Malfoy grabbed it, putting it in his own trousers’ pocket. He stepped to the side of Harry, grasping his shirts’ collar. With a hostile thrust, Harry stumbled into the center of the dormitory. Before he could turn around, Malfoy firmly wrapped his arms around him, pinning Harry’s arms firmly to his sides. “What the hell are you doing?!” Harry jerked against Malfoy’s arms, but he only tightened his embrace. “Stop struggling, Potter!” Malfoy ordered, and Harry’s struggle ceased, “You are not going to put up a fight. You are going to take it. I don’t care if you don’t feel the same, anymore. You are mine tonight. Do you understand me?” “W-What?” Harry choked out, his heart beating at an extreme rate, “I-I don’t understand. What are you t-talking about?” “Let me make this perfectly clear.” Malfoy whispered, pressing the side of his lips against Harry’s ear and firmly shoving his erection into the small of Harry’s back, “I will tell you the truth. But, this is an order. Everything I say, everything that happens in this room is to NEVER be repeated, ever! You got that?” “Y-Yes.” Harry said, his voice trembling. “Good.” Malfoy continued, loosening his grip, “I’ve wanted you for far too long, Potter. When we were eleven, and you rejected me for that Weasel, I was so angry. I’ve never been rejected for anything! I wanted to do everything to hurt you.” Malfoy gently placed small kisses starting from the base of his ear down his neck. Harry shuddered and swallowed hard. “But, that desire to hurt you grew. I understood I wanted more.” Malfoy explained, “I wanted to have you. I did everything to get your attention, but you never cared. You could always just make some witty remark and shrug me off.” He slid a hand down Harry’s stomach, bringing it under his shirt and slowly caressing the side of Harry’s waist. Tears formed in the corner of Harry’s eyes. Clenching them shut, he then bit onto his bottom lip. This is not happening. I am not here. I am in an open meadow, filled with sunshine and flowers and. . . bouncing bunnies. There is no arrogant blond trying to molest me. . . Bringing his hands up, Malfoy grabbed the collar of Harry’s shirt and ripped it apart, “And as I matured, so did my desires. I wanted to come inside of you. I wanted to memorize that look in your eyes when I made you come. I wanted you to want me as bad as I wanted you. But, I realize I can’t have that, and I don’t care. I’m a selfish person. I have you for the rest of the night, and I’m taking you whether you like it or not.” “Ma- Draco, this is absurd!” Harry hoped he could say something to convince him out of it, “You don’t want me; you hate me!” “Mmm, yes, I do hate you.” He slid his tongue across Harry’s freshly exposed shoulder, nibbling for a moment at the base of his neck, “Even that doesn’t stop me from wanting you.” “But. . .” Harry said, “You have a girlfriend!” “Pansy?” Malfoy quietly chuckled, “She’s a pureblood. Her parents and my parents have been acquainted quite some time. It’s expected of me to be with her. I’ll probably end up marrying her and producing an heir for my father. She cares about me. I care about her. But, I don’t desire her. . . Not like I do you.” He rubbed his hands up Harry’s chest, pinching his nipples into hard nubs. Harry felt a jolt in between his legs. He gasped. He couldn’t be being turned on by Malfoy; he refused to believe it, “But, what about your friends? Surely, they’ll walk in here.” “They’re distracted eating dinner right now.” Malfoy explained casually, letting his hands slide to the hem of Harry’s trousers, “I would’ve done this earlier, but they would have come up right away. I summoned a lock on the door, and placed plenty of charms to prevent anyone from hearing us or breaking in here magically.” “You don’t think they’re going to notice when they can’t get into their dormitory?” Harry asked as Malfoy slipped his shirt the rest of the way off. He placed his tongue at the base of his neck, forcing Harry’s cock to pulse again. “I don’t really care.” Malfoy set his hands on Harry’s shoulders, lowering himself slowly so he could trace his tongue down Harry’s spine. He stopped for a moment, so he could say, “They can sleep in the common room.” Then, he continued. “But- Please, Draco!” Harry pleaded, biting his lip to prevent himself from moaning when Malfoy’s tongue reached the small of his back, “C-Can’t you just order me to do something embarrassing in front of the school? Please, don’t do this.” “I love it when you beg.” Malfoy said. He lifted himself and wrapped his arms around Harry again, digging his nails into his chest, “I learned that earlier today. I think I already humiliated you in front of everybody, enough. I already told you, Potter. I don’t care if you don’t want me back. You belong to me, tonight.” He grabbed the sides of Harry’s shoulders and turned him around to face him. Rubbing his hands across the brunet’s stomach momentarily, Malfoy slipped one arm under Harry’s armpit and around his back. The other arm clutched onto a chunk of hair from the back of Harry’s head. Harry could hear Malfoy’s breathing harshly tremble as his lips neared his ear. Malfoy traced the tip of his tongue down the curve of Harry’s throat. Sucking firmly on the base of Harry’s neck, he sharply inhaled through his nose. Slowly, he placed small kisses lifting across Harry’s neck then on his chin. He stared into Harry’s eyes for a moment, licking his bottom lip. When Malfoy pulled his head toward his own, Harry deeply wanted to turn his head away but feared doing so would be breaking the vow. Malfoy closed his eyes and locked their lips, intensely inhaling through his nose. Parting his lips slightly, he sucked Harry’s bottom lip into his mouth. A single tear streaked down Harry’s cheek as he could no longer hold it back. He stood silent and motionless, like a rag-doll for the mere purpose of being used and abused. Breaking their kiss, Malfoy whispered, “Get on your knees, Potter.” “W-What?” Harry asked, tears fully streaming from both his eyes, “Please, Draco. Please, don’t make me do this.” “Feel free to keep begging, Potter. It’s only turning me on more.” Malfoy casually explained, unfastening his trousers, “Get on your knees, now!” Harry hopelessly dropped to his knees with a whimper. Dropping his head, he stared at Malfoy’s shoes. He felt one of Malfoy’s hand ruffle through the top of his hair, then grab a chunk. He forcefully pulled his head up, so Harry stared right at his crotch. With his free hand, Malfoy pushed his trousers down slightly. He reached into them, pulling out his hard cock, “Suck me, Potter.” Harry swallowed hard, his heart fiercely pounding against his chest. He couldn’t bring himself to take his eyes away. His legs shifted uncomfortably in response to the unexpected hard-on in his own trousers. Why am I getting aroused? I hate this! “I said suck me, Potter!” Malfoy angrily repeated. He held onto his cock, pulling Harry’s face toward him and firmly pressing the tip against his lips. “Draco, I-“ Harry hesitated, leaning his head back slightly, “I’m a virgin.” He confessed quietly, desperately hoping Malfoy had the tiniest amount of empathy deep in that cruel exterior. “Really?” Malfoy smirked, “So, not only do I get to have you, but I’ll be the first? That’s wonderful news. You won’t be my first.” With that, Malfoy aggressively pulled Harry’s head to him, forcing his prick into his mouth, “By the way, don’t you DARE bite!” Harry choked as Malfoy’s cock plunged into the back of his throat. The tears streaking down his face grew thicker. Of all things he imagined Malfoy would make him do, this was never on the list. Loosening his grip from the hair on the top of Harry’s head, Malfoy slid his hand down to the back of his head. He slowly pulled his hips back then harshly thrust them forward, but Harry’s mouth couldn’t take the full length of his cock, “Don’t make me do all the work. Move, Potter!” Harry tried to swallow but hardly could on account Malfoy’s large cock sat in his mouth. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he found the blond’s scent somewhat musky. He placed his hands on Malfoy’s thighs and closed his eyes. Pulling his mouth back, he then moved forward, taking in as much of him as he could. Yet, Harry felt surprised he wasn’t completely revolved by the property of giving Malfoy a blow-job, the way he expected to be. “Yes, very good.” Malfoy breathed, “Open your eyes. I want you to look at me.” Opening his eyes, Harry’s gaze lifted to Malfoy’s. He continued bobbing his head up and down his shaft. He watched as Malfoy carefully licked his lips, exhaling a soft moan. Harry’s hard cock twinged in response. He clenched his eyes shut, You don’t like this. You must be still suffering small side-effects from the Sensory Charm he put on you earlier. Yeah! That’s it! Harry suddenly opened his eyes lest he broke the vow. “Faster.” Malfoy whispered in between shaky breaths. Harry obliged, the back of his throat growing numb, causing him to not gag every time the blond’s cock smashed into it. Harry’s hand instinctively drifted toward Malfoy’s inner thigh. He didn’t even realize he was doing it until his fingers brushed across his balls. Harry’s cock peaked to a painful throb. He didn’t want to believe blowing Malfoy was turning him on, but his bodily responses suggested otherwise. So, he let his hand fully cup them. “Oh yes, Harry, keep doing that.” Malfoy hissed, throwing his head back and exuding a long groan. Harry’s erection writhed when Malfoy said his name. He couldn’t deny that. He definitely liked it when Malfoy referred to him as ‘Harry’. Harry squeezed his balls gently, careful not to make his grasp painful. His thumb slid around, gently rotating all his fingers. Malfoy’s pants grew heavier, “Oh, yes, Harry, yes!” He whispered in between breaths. Every time he spoke Harry’s name, a burning desire grew within the brunet, actually wanting to pleasure Malfoy. Harry slid his other hand up, wrapping it around the remaining length that he could not fit in his mouth. Rhythmically, he slid his hand up and down Malfoy’s cock at the same rate he bobbed his head. Malfoy’s head dropped, and he grunted, “Fuck, Harry. You’re good at this.” Malfoy’s body trembled furiously. Harry felt a hard pulse shoot through Malfoy’s dick. The blond’s breathing cracked and flickered. He whispered between breaths, “You swallow it, Harry. Don’t spill a drop- Mmph!” Eyes widening in surprise, Harry’s mouth filled with Malfoy’s seed. He slowly pulled his head back. A thick line of saliva connected the head of Malfoy’s prick and Harry’s lip. The brunet struggled to force himself to swallow, a shudder running down his spine when he finally did. He certainly didn’t find the salty flavor pleasant. “Get up.” Malfoy ordered. Pushing himself on all fours, Harry stood with his head bowed. He felt disgusted and violated. But, he wasn’t sure if that was due to Malfoy forcing him to suck him or because a part of him actually liked doing it. “Are you sure you’re a virgin?” Malfoy asked with an arched eyebrow, “You seem a little experienced.” “I’m not lying.” Harry muttered, keeping his attention to the floor. “Tell me, again.” Malfoy demanded, “Look me in the eye and don’t lie. That’s an order.” Furrowing his brow, Harry’s gaze met with Malfoy’s silver eyes, “I’m a virgin, Draco.” “Not for very much longer.” Malfoy smirked, leaning over and pulling his shoes off, “Go lay on my bed.” Harry walked over and rolled onto the bed. With a sigh, he stared aimlessly at the overhead hangings. Feeling the bed dip and shift, he knew Malfoy sat next to him but didn’t bother looking over. Harry gently closed his eyes. He felt the bed shift more. “Look at me.” Malfoy said. Harry opened his eyes. Malfoy lie next to him on his side. He propped his arms on either side of Harry, so he hung over him. His attention drifting down Malfoy a bit, Harry saw that the blond was completely nude. “I disgust you, don’t I?” He whispered more to himself than to Harry. Lifting a hand, he let his fingertips gently brush the tears off Harry’s face, then trace down his throat and across his chest, “What I’m doing must be repulsive to you. You’ll never want anything to do with me from now on, worse than you already do.” He enveloped Harry’s earlobe with his lips. Letting his tongue and lips slide down Harry’s neck, Malfoy buried his face into the curve of his collarbone for a moment. He continued tracing down the brunet’s chest with his lips, whispering, “But, that doesn’t matter right now. Tonight, you’re my slave.” His tongue glided across Harry’s nipple. Sliding his lips over it, he sucked gently. Harry didn’t reply. He curled his lips inward, biting onto them to prevent himself from moaning. His cock throbbed under his trousers, and he desperately longed to thrust his hips against Malfoy. Yet, Harry truly feared Malfoy knowing how he truly felt or admitting it to himself, for that matter. Malfoy brought his head back up to Harry’s. He gazed at him yearningly, gently brushing the fringe of his messy black hair away from his forehead. A gentle finger traced across Harry’s scar, “Kiss me.” Harry’s eyes widened. He swallowed nervously and lifted his head. His lips pressed against Malfoy’s for a mere second before he let his head fall limply back onto the pillow. “Rubbish.” Malfoy scowled. “What?” Harry frowned, “You told me to kiss you, and I did.” “Kiss me like you mean it.” Malfoy explained, “Make me believe that you actually want me.” “Okay. . .” Harry sighed. Taking a deep breath through his nose, Harry brought a trembling hand to Malfoy’s shoulder. He caressed his hand up his neck, cradling the back of his head. Gently closing his eyes, Harry lifted his head to Malfoy, locking their lips. Malfoy rest his hand on the side of Harry’s face. He parted his lips and Harry followed. Slipping his tongue into the shorter boy’s mouth, he massaged his tongue against Harry’s. Malfoy swept his fingers through his black hair. Instinctively, Harry slipped his tongue in the blond’s mouth the way he had. Malfoy gently sucked on his tongue for a moment before pulling away and lowering Harry’s head, “Much better. I truly did think you wanted me for a moment.” He lowered his face back down to Harry’s chest, placing a hand on his shoulder, “But, you don’t. And you never could, could you?” Tracing his hand down the side of Harry’s torso, he rest his hand against his outer-thigh, “I wanted to see you come, hear you scream my name.” His hand stroked across his leg to his inner-thigh, bringing his hand up toward his crotch, “I guess I can’t have everything. . . “Or can I?” He asked when his hand cupped Harry’s erection. “What are you talking about?” Harry whispered, feeling his cheeks flush. “You’re hard.” Malfoy smirked, “I thought for sure there was no way I could get you hard. You do want me. . .” “I do not!” Harry snapped defensively. “Then, why are you hard?” Malfoy licked his bottom lip. “You’re bloody Sensory Charm is still affecting me!” His attention fell to the door as he could feel his face intensely burn. Malfoy boisterously laughed, “No, it’s not! I took that off you ages ago. They only last a couple minutes, anyway. Both our wands are in the pocket of my trousers, which are lying on the floor, mind you. I haven’t cast that on you since our duel.” Harry’s lips curled. “Look at me.” Malfoy said. Harry growled and redirected his attention to Malfoy. “Admit it.” “Draco,” Harry whined, “I can’t want you; I hate you, especially after all that’s happened today.” “Look. You can’t make sense of your feelings the way I can’t mine.” Malfoy explained, “But, you can’t deny the feelings not there.” “Okay, I admit it.” Harry said quickly. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Malfoy asked. “I didn’t know.” Harry replied, “I- I kept trying to convince myself it was from the Sensory Charm. . .” “So, that’s why you were crying.” Malfoy chuckled slightly, “I thought you were revolted with me touching you, turns out you were disgusted with yourself. You weren’t resisting me; you were resisting temptation.” Harry bit onto his bottom lip. “Listen. I’m not proud either.” Malfoy said, “Why don’t you just relax and enjoy it while we have this opportunity.” He closed his hand around Harry’s cock through the material of his clothing, “Do you still want me to touch you?” Harry shuddered with excitement, his prick throbbing in Malfoy’s hand, “Yes.” “That’s what I thought.” Malfoy grinned, sitting up. Wrapping his fingers around the tops of Harry’s trousers and pants, he pulled them down to Harry’s knees. He repositioned himself, lying on his side with his head propped over Harry’s like it was before. Placing a hand on Harry’s hip, he pressed his lips against the brunet’s cheek. He slid his face to Harry’s ear, “I like it when you beg for me, Harry.” He shivered when Malfoy spoke his name, “God, Draco, I want you so bad. Touch me. Please!” “Oh, yes!” Malfoy gently breathed, sliding his hand over to Harry’s erection. Encircling his fingers around the base, he brought his hand up then back down. He stroked Harry slowly and sensually. Malfoy brought his face back to Harry’s neck. Harry didn’t try to fight back his moan this time. And when he did, Malfoy’s kisses grew fiercer. “Harder, Draco. Please!” Harry begged, whimpering softly when Malfoy obliged. Malfoy lightly nipped the edge of Harry’s ear, then brought his face over Harry’s. Immediately, the brunet threw his arms around Malfoy’s neck, crushing their lips together. Malfoy intensely slid his lips over Harry’s, who followed just as passionately. Their tongues massaged forcefully against one another, making Malfoy speed up his movements. Instinctively arching his hips upward, he forced his hard-on even farther into Malfoy’s hand. Harry let his arms relax, as Malfoy broke their kiss. Licking his lips and gently closing his eyes, Harry whispered, “Oh, you feel so good Draco. You’re going to make me come.” Malfoy fervently sped up his strokes, making Harry’s eyes shoot open wide and bite onto his bottom lip with a loud, “Mmph!” Harry’s breathing grew loud and unsteady. How could I have denied myself this? Harry latched his mouth onto the base of Malfoy’s neck. Suckling and nipping, Harry savored his flavor. His head dropped, and his body convulsed slightly. Digging his nails into the blond’s back, he thrust his hips upward again, “Draco. Oh God, yes. Draco!” He cried, his eyes wide open and his prick shooting white streams across his and Malfoy’s chests. His heart harshly pounding, Harry breathed deeply to regain his breath. Malfoy grinned, “Better than I ever could have imagined.” Harry blushed, averting his attention away and nervously biting onto his bottom lip. Malfoy sat up, crawling of to the edge of the bed and getting off. He ruffled with something on the floor. Crawling back on the bed, he held is wand in one hand. Harry sat up, grasping the base of Malfoy’s neck on either side. Before he had time to react, Harry smashed their lips together. Setting his free hand on the small of Harry’s back, Malfoy leaned forward, laying Harry back down. “Scourgify.” He whispered, flourishing the wand over his and Harry’s chest to which they were magically cleaned. He grabbed Harry’s pants and trousers, pulling them the rest of the way off, “Spread your legs.” Malfoy said, licking his bottom lip. Harry’s eyes widen, but he did as he was told. Malfoy crawled over to him, sitting on his knees in between Harry’s legs. He whispered an incantation, pointing his wand at his crotch. Instantly, his cock was saturated in lubricant. Dropping his wand, he leaned over Harry, propping himself over him with his arms resting by the sides of his head. Harry swallowed hard. Even if he did want Malfoy, he still felt anxious over the property of having sex with him. He’d never done this before, and all he could think was that it would probably hurt. Malfoy bit his bottom lip, his silver eyes wide with a burning desire. Pushing his hips forward, he nudged Harry’s opening. Harry bit his tongue to hold back a frightened gasp, but it slipped anyway. Furrowing his brow, Malfoy heaved a sigh, “Fuck!” He whispered, sitting up. Turning around, Malfoy crawled over to the end of the bed, adjusting himself to sit with his legs hanging over the edge. His face fell into his hands. Harry curiously quirked a brow. Sitting up, he crawled over to Malfoy, “What’s wrong?” “I don’t know what’s come over me.” Malfoy said. His voice was muffled by his hands, but Harry could still understand what he was saying, “I don’t want to do this now. Well, I do. But, now that I know how you really feel. . . I think what I did was. . .” He hesitated, “wrong.” “That’s called guilt.” Harry said. “I know that!” Malfoy snarled, lifting his head, “I’m not used to feeling this. Merlin, I’m not even sure if I have before. I can be outright cruel to people and not think twice about it. I know I’m being mean; it’s not like I’m oblivious to it. But, why do I all of the sudden care right now?” “Maybe you feel more than just lust, Draco.” Harry suggested to him. “Psh! Don’t get your hopes up, Potter.” Malfoy threw in. Harry frowned at the sudden downgrade to his surname. Harry sighed, placing a hand on Malfoy’s shoulder, “Look. Don’t worry about it. I want to do this.” “But, earlier you didn’t.” Malfoy replied. “Yes, I did.” Harry said, “We already established that.” “But, I didn’t know that, Harry!” Malfoy retorted. Harry felt pleased that he was being referred to as ‘Harry’ again, “I thought you didn’t, and I made you do it, anyway. I practically raped you! Now my head’s running with all these emotions. It was easier when I thought you were repulsed by me!” Malfoy’s face fell back into his hands, “Maybe you should just go. . .” “I’m not going.” Harry said. “Yes, you are!” Malfoy snapped, looking back up at him, “That’s an or-“ Harry smacked his hand over the blond’s mouth. Malfoy’s eyes widened in shock at his sudden aggressiveness, “No. I won’t leave! So, don’t order me to, or you’ll end up killing me!” Harry dropped his hand with a sigh. He continued, “We’ve both had a rough past with each other. Granted, most of it’s your doing. But, it’s not like we’ve ever been especially civil to each other. The point is, we’re just going to have to forgive each other. It’s not like we’re going to have this opportunity again.” “But-“ Malfoy started. “But, nothing. I forgive you!” Harry interjected. Malfoy bit his bottom lip hesitantly, “Fine.” He finally spoke, “But, under one condition. We’re doing this right. That means, everything you do is done of your own free will. And that is an order!” Harry’s brain spun in confusion, trying to wrap his mind over the last two statements, “Okay, fine.” He finally said. Leaning over, Malfoy closed his eyes. He placed a hand gently on Harry’s cheek, pressing their lips together. Harry wrapped his arms around Malfoy’s waist, closing his eyes as well. While their lips slid over one another, and their tongues intertwined, Malfoy leaned forward, setting Harry on his back and lying on top of him. Harry could feel Malfoy’s sharp erection press firmly into his pelvis. He slid slightly while above him as his prick was still covered in lube. Using his free hand, Malfoy reached up to grab his wand. Breaking their kiss, Malfoy sat up, to the side of Harry. He whispered the same incantation he used before, this time pointing the wand at his hand. Harry adjusted himself so he fully lay on the bed. Malfoy followed him, carelessly tossing his wand aside. “You’re going to have to relax.” Malfoy said, lying on his stomach right next to Harry, “And let me know if this hurts.” Harry nodded, taking a deep breath and spreading his legs. Malfoy lowered his lube-covered hand. Reaching under Harry’s crotch, he pressed a finger against his opening. He nervously bit his lip for a moment, “Are you sure you want to do this, Harry? We don’t have to.” “Yes, Draco, I’m sure.” Harry said. “Just tell me at anytime if you want me to stop, and I will.” Malfoy replied. Harry smirked, “Okay, Draco. You’re acting like a namby pamby; it’s weird.” Malfoy playfully scowled, then continued. He slowly pressed one finger forward. Harry impulsively tensed, then let his body relax. He closed his eyes, taking slow breaths. Malfoy pulled his finger back, and when it was almost all the way out, he carefully pushed it back in. Harry swallowed hard when Malfoy inserted a second finger. Opening his eyes, he saw that Malfoy nervously bit his bottom lip. Their eyes remained intensely locked as Malfoy slowly continued to slide his two fingers in and out. Malfoy’s fingertips brushed against Harry’s prostate. The brunet grunted in response causing Malfoy to stop, his fingers resting inside of him, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” “I’m fine.” Harry breathed, “Seriously, stop acting like such a wimp. Where’s that mean streak I’m used to?” Malfoy furrowed his brow, quickly slipping in a third finger. Harry gasped, and his eyes sprung open. Malfoy’s eyebrows raised like he felt bad for doing that, but Harry whispered, “It’s okay, Draco.” Licking his lips, Malfoy continued penetrating him with his three fingers, still at a slow rate. He stopped and firmly rubbed his fingertips against Harry’s prostate. With another grunt, Harry clenched his eyes shut. His cock throbbed and shot a trace amount of pre-cum, “Oh, God. . .” He whispered. Malfoy gradually increased his speed. Harry whimpered, his dick pulsating uncontrollably, “Fuck, Draco, I want more. I want you inside me. Please.” He begged. Carefully pulling his fingers out of Harry, Malfoy adjusted himself. Sitting on his knees in between Harry’s legs, Malfoy slipped his arms under the brunet’s calves and wrapped them around. He pulled Harry’s hips up slightly and leaned down a little. His still lubricated cock pressed firmly against his moderately stretched ring of muscle. “Please, Draco. I can’t take it anymore.” Harry whined, opening his eyes and looking at Malfoy. Slowly pushing his pelvis forward, Malfoy’s dick penetrated Harry. When his full length filled Harry, the head pressed firmly against his prostate. Harry’s body instinctively tensed, and his own erection oozed more pre-cum. Closing his eyes and throwing his head back, Malfoy sighed a slight moan while slowly pulling his dick out of Harry. He stopped when only his head remained in, then pressed back forward. With a soft sigh, Harry’s body relaxed. The overall sensation felt pleasurable but slightly uncomfortable. Malfoy had stretched him enough so that the tissue didn’t tear, but he still felt a mild burning sensation. Yet, every time Malfoy’s cock smacked into his prostate, the burning sensation faded. Harry groaned every time Malfoy entered him. Although, it felt good when the blond’s cock rubbed against his prostate, Harry’s cock throbbed, desiring it’s own attention. Reaching down, Harry slid his hand across his pelvis, picking up the remnants of lube Malfoy had rubbed off earlier. He firmly enveloped his hard-on in his hand and slid his hand up and down himself at the same rate that Malfoy slid in and out of him. “Harry. . .” Malfoy sighed, progressively thrusting his hips forward faster. Harry sped up his strokes in accordance with the Slytherin. Very carefully, Malfoy lowered Harry’s hips, leaning forward as he did so. He adjusted his legs and propped himself barely over Harry with his elbows resting on either side of the brunet’s head. Malfoy continued pumping his dick in and out of Harry but at a much higher rate of speed. Harry brought his hand’s speed up to match. He pulled his legs in, hugging his knees against Malfoy’s hips. Lowering his head, Malfoy locked their lips. Harry took his free hand and wrapped it around the back of his head. Parting his lips, he sucked Harry’s bottom lip into his mouth, nipping at it gently. Harry slightly opened his mouth, to which Malfoy let go of his bottom lip. He teasingly flickered his tongue against the blond’s. Malfoy retaliated, aggressively rubbing his tongue against Harry’s. Pulling the small of his back down, Harry arched his pelvis so his arse pointed upward somewhat, allowing Malfoy’s length to penetrate him completely. He immediately sped up his thrusts to its peak. “Yes, Harry. Yes!” He hissed, then biting into his bottom lip so hard, the surrounding skin turned pink. Reaching down, Malfoy encased Harry’s hand within his own. He forced the brunet’s hand to clench tightly on his cock and brought him up and down at the same intense speed that he penetrated him. Beads of sweat thickly formed against Harry’s hairline, leaving his ebony hair damp. His eyes clenching shut for a moment, his body convulsed. Harry’s eye sprung back open while he lustfully cried Draco’s name. His milky discharge thickly poured onto his stomach. Their eyes remained locked to each others. Forcing his hips forward one last time, Malfoy’s body stayed rigid. Grasping Harry’s shoulders, he dug his nails into the Gryffindor’s skin. Malfoy projected a hard grunt while his teeth remained embedded into his bottom lip. Taking a large breath, Malfoy’s body fell limply. He laid loosely across him with his face resting to the side of Harry’s. Their bodies covered in sweat, the boys’ breathed heavily, lying in silence for several moments. Slowly pulling his cock out of Harry, Malfoy rolled off of him, lying to the side. Both boys’ eyes lingered on the overhead hangings. Harry felt the bed shift again and knew that Malfoy had crawled off. His eyes drifting toward him, Harry saw that the blond had grabbed his wand. Getting back on the bed, Malfoy repeated the spell his did earlier, cleaning Harry’s seed off of him. Flopping back down next to Harry, Malfoy sighed, lying on his side. Harry turned to face him, reaching an arm under to pillow to give his head extra support. Letting go of his wand, Malfoy’s arm hung loosely in front of his chest. Harry took his free hand and slowly moved it toward Malfoy’s, lightly resting his hand on top. Malfoy immediately interlaced their fingers, much to Harry’s delight. Breaking their eye contact, Harry’s eyes strayed to another four poster as he quietly asked, “Do you think we could ever. . . you know, have a real relationship? Not just. . .” “Fucking?” Malfoy finished for him. “Yeah.” Harry whispered, averting his gaze back to Malfoy. “It’s complicated, Harry.” Malfoy said. Although his tone sounded friendly, Harry couldn’t help but feel rejected. Malfoy continued, “We are compatible, very much so I might add, on a physical level. But, we have different values. We conflict, and we always fight-“ “We’re not fighting right now.” Harry interrupted. “It’s not even just that.” Malfoy replied, “Perhaps, that can be worked on. In fact, it probably could. But, if I were to take someone home to family that wasn’t a pure-blood, they would disown me. I think even my mother would, and that says a lot. Now, let’s say I happened to bring home a half-blood that was also male. . . I think--no, I know my father would break out of Azkaban just so he could kill me.” “The way Snape is going to kill me tomorrow?” Harry asked, the volume in his voice loud and his tone almost hysterical. “Professor Snape won’t kill you.” Malfoy incredulously rolled his eyes. “Yes, he will!” Harry snapped, “You don’t understand, Draco. Snape HATES me!” “Oh yes, Harry, I know.” Malfoy sighed. He closed his eyes for a second, then opened them, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll-“ He hesitated, “I’ll take the blame.” “How?” Harry asked. “I don’t know. I’ll come up with something.” Malfoy sighed, “At worst, I’ll tell him the truth.” “You would actually do that for me?” Harry raised his eyebrows. “I can’t believe I’m actually saying this.” He shook his head slightly, “Maybe it’s the endorphins talking, but yes.” “Thank you.” “Don’t get used to it.” Harry sighed. They remained silent for a moment before Harry asked, “So, what happens with us from now on?” “We go about our normal routine as if this night never happened.” Malfoy casually explained, “We treat each other with the common disregard that everyone expects of us.” Furrowing his brow, Harry frowned. His eyes idly drifted to their embraced hands, lingering for a moment. Then, he looked back up at Malfoy, “What about after the war?” “What?” Malfoy arched an eyebrow. “You’re right. It’s too complicated right now.” Harry said, “But, assuming we survive, assuming all is well, assuming society isn’t chronically gripped in fear, maybe we could have a relationship. If nobody is stressed anymore, our families and friends may be more willing to compromise with each other. Then, we could have enough time to reconcile our own differences.” “You sure think highly of the future.” Malfoy said. “You don’t?” Harry asked. “I don’t know.” Malfoy shrugged, his jaw twitched slightly, “I try not to think about it.” “Well, what do you think?” Malfoy sighed, his eyes strayed downward, “Assuming everything is all sunshine and flowers like you expect it, then maybe we could.” A shy smile appeared across Harry’s face. He didn’t expect a precise answer and felt happy with what he got. Malfoy directed his eyes back up to Harry, “So, do you want to leave now or stay the night here?” “I’d like to stay.” Harry replied, “But, what about your friends?” Malfoy scoffed with a smirk across his face, “I already told you. They can sleep in the common room. I don’t care. They’re stupid, and they’re assholes.” “Yeah they are.” Harry laughed. Malfoy chuckled with him. Of all that took place that night, Harry found him and Malfoy laughing together the most out of place, yet at the same time, satisfying. Letting go of Harry’s hand, Malfoy slipped his hand under Harry’s arm. Wrapping his arm around the brunet’s ribs, Malfoy pulled Harry close to him. Harry sighed, “Draco, I don’t know if I can do this. I mean, now that I know what I know, every time I look at you, I’m going to feel different. I don’t know if I can continue pretending to hate you.” “Well you’re going to have to, Harry.” Malfoy replied, “At least, for now. Maybe one day it won’t be this way, but for now, it has to. And. . .” He hesitated, “You’re a strong person. I know you can do it. Don’t you DARE tell anyone I said that!” “I wasn’t going to.” Harry chuckled slightly, “What makes you say that anyway?” “I had to cast that charm on you three times before you started begging for me.” Malfoy said, “Most people start begging after I cast it once.” “How many people have you cast it on?” Harry asked, his eyebrows lowered. “I only did to make sure it would work on you!” Malfoy defensively replied. “You’re a prat. You know that?” “Yeah and you love it.” Malfoy smirked. Harry grinned and shook his head. He gently closed his eyes. I sure hope this war is brief. fin ***** A/N: Special thanks to hp-lexicon.org, http://community.livejournal.com/ potterwords/ and http://www.sunsite.ubc.ca/LatinDictionary/ for making my life easier. :) Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!