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  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Draco_Malfoy, Harry_Potter, Original_House-Elf_Character(s), Hermione
      Granger, Ron_Weasley, Severus_Snape, Minerva_McGonagall, Albus
      Dumbledore, Original_Male_Character(s), Daphne_Greengrass, Blaise_Zabini,
      Professor_Flitwick, Ginny_Weasley, Luna_Lovegood, Theodore_Nott
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      Manipulative_Dumbledore, Weasley_Bashing, Good_Twins, Good_Bill, Good
      Charlie_-_Freeform, Dark_Harry_Potter, Bad_Dumbledore, Good_Hermione,
      Established_Relationship, Other_Additional_Tags_to_Be_Added, Angst_and
      Tragedy, On_Hiatus
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      Published: 2017-02-28 Updated: 2017-06-29 Chapters: 8/? Words: 15913
****** It's Too Late to Say You're Sorry ******
by TragedyUndertheSky
Summary
     Cold, is the night and long are the roads we travel. Harry, the
     Savior and Boy-Who-Lived, is finally taking control of his own life.
     No longer will he play good and light but instead, give in to the
     darker urges. Watch out Wizarding World. There's a new Dark Lord on
     his way.
      
     ON INDEFINATE HIATUS
Notes
     This story was posted a bit ago. I'm reposting it and will be
     continuing writing this story. The first four chapters are already
     written and will be posted tonight.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
     (12/10/17)- This chapter has been edited for grammatical, spelling,
     and small plot hole mistakes
Draco wanted to laugh at the irony, he really did, as he lets Potter brand his
arm and override the Dark Mark with a new one.  A deeper one. One that would
bind him to Potter irrevocably. Once he had this mark, he wouldn’t even be able
to think about betraying Potter, Harry. He was Harry’s. Harry’s hand that held
his head away from his left arm tightened in his hair. It didn’t feel angry,
instead it felt possessive. Harry let out one last hiss of Parseltongue before
Draco felt the Dark Lord’s magic leave his body. It was almost liberating and
definitely exhausting. Harry let go of his head and Draco sunk to his knees,
tears streaming down his face.
“Shhh, it’s okay Doll. It’s going to be okay. You’re mine now and I’ll never
toss you away. Never tire of you. We’ll be together forever.” Harry said
running a hand through Draco’s hair while he put his wand back in its holster.
Harry squatted down in front of him and took Draco’s face in his ice-cold
hands. He smiled and Draco swore his heart stopped for a second.
“Let’s get out of here.” Harry said standing and Draco scooped his wand off the
ground. He barely glanced at his new mark, a pair of thin snakes wrapped around
a wand made of bone, before rolling his sleeve down and standing. Harry smiled
at him and suddenly it was all that mattered. All he cared about was pleasing
his  Harry. He took the other man’s hand and there was a crack of apparition.
It didn’t matter to him where they were going, as long as they were together.
 
Harry apparated them to one of the many Potter houses. It wasn’t one his
parents had had; it was one he had bought for himself. It was situated in Wales
on the northern side, near Gwytherin. Harry smiled at his lovely little
cottage, two stories and a basement. Draco leaned into his shoulder and Harry
could almost feel the exhaustion rolling off him. He could tell Draco was
trying to keep on his feet by sheer determination to please but also that it
was a losing battle
“It’s alright Doll, you can sleep when we get inside.” He murmured wrapping an
arm around Draco’s shoulder and leading him inside. He laid his sub down on the
couch, not an ideal place for the other man to sleep but he didn’t think Draco
was up to climbing the stairs. Draco curled into a ball and sighed, his eyes
fluttering closed as he sunk into the realm of Morpheus. Harry smiled down on
his precious sub. He’d gotten lucky when he’d saved Draco from Theodore Nott at
the beginning of their fifth year. Nott had been beating him and Draco had been
just taking it because he thought he had to, because he thought he deserved it.
One quick Obliviate on Nott and Draco was free to have a proper dom. Of course,
Harry had wanted him from the start but Draco wasn’t sure he was right for
Harry. He could still remember when Draco had broken down, after a month of
Harry following him and sub dropping Draco so that he could relax, he had
finally admitted that he wanted Harry too. And that he thought he was too
broken for Harry. It had shattered Harry’s heart to see Draco cry. He swore he
would keep Draco no matter what. And he meant it.
 
Hermione Granger growled frustrated as yet another of her owls to Harry came
back untouched. She knew Harry wasn’t at the Dursleys, Dumbledore had already
checked, and it was worrying her. What if he was in trouble? Oh Merlin, she
hoped he was okay. Now that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was back publicly the
entire wizarding world was in chaos.
“Don’t worry ‘Mione, we’ll see him in a week on the train.” Ron said resting a
hand on her shoulder. She nodded weakly and fought back tears. She really hoped
he was okay.
 
Draco woke exactly an hour after he had fallen asleep. Without opening his
eyes, he was immediately on alert for any signs of Death Eaters near him.
Bellatrix had had a nasty habit of laying down on the bed beside him and just
watching him sleep. It had gotten to the point he had started sleeping in
random guest rooms instead of his own bedroom because she was  always  there.
“Draco?” Harry’s voice filtered in from what seemed to be a different room and
Draco’s foggy brain filtered in that he was smelling food. The events of the
past few days finally came back to him. He wasn’t in the manor; he had fled
after being forced to take the Dark Mark. Checking in to the Leaky Caldron and
sending a letter to Harry, hoping and praying that the other man would still
want him. It had taken two days for Harry to show up and they had talked for
most the night after he did. Draco had been venomously against being a spy for
Harry and they had decided that the best course of action would be to try and
change the mark. And Harry had done it. Draco looked down at his arm. At the
twin snakes that seemed to coil tighter around the wand and each other.
“Draco?” Harry was closer this time and Draco sat up to look at him.
“Are you okay?” Harry asked coming around the couch to take Draco’s face into
his hands. Draco felt his eyes slide shut and he smiled.
“’m fine. Better than fine.” He sighed. He could feel more than hear Harry
chuckle.
“I can see that. Come on, dinner’s almost ready and you know how much I like
cooking.” Harry said sounding amused as he removed his hands. Draco opened his
eyes and pouted.
“Yes Sir.” He said before standing and heading into the kitchen. Harry disliked
cooking, having to do it most his life for his aunt and uncle. Draco didn’t
mind cooking and he really liked to try new recipes. Sometimes, they would meet
up in the room of requirements and Draco would practice with ingredients the
elves let him have. He looked around, Harry had gotten a pot with water on the
stove boiling and some meatballs were halfway prepped to go into the oven.
Draco finished making the meatballs and slid them in before starting on making
a red sauce from scratch. It was relaxing, being in the kitchen again. At the
manor he hadn’t been allowed anywhere near the kitchen. Cooking was a job only
fit for a house elf according to his father. Once everything was on the stove
or in the oven he leaned back against the counter.
“We should talk Doll.” Harry said from his place at the table.
“Yes Sir.” Draco replied confused because they had already talked quite a bit
and he wasn’t sure what else there was to talk about. Unless he’d already done
something wrong.
 
Harry could see the worry on Draco’s face.
“You haven’t done anything Doll, stop worrying. I just wanted to talk about
what we’re going to do when school starts up again. I don’t particularly want
to go back to Gryffindor and you can’t go back to Slytherin. I’m sure if you
asked Snape for a resort he would oblige.” Harry said. He saw Draco relax. The
summer apart had damaged Draco’s self-worth and esteem. Harry decided he would
have to fix that. He watched as Draco pulled the meatballs out of the oven and
set them on cooling pads on the counter. He stirred the pasta before turning to
the sauce and stirring that too. Harry loved how comfortable Draco was in the
kitchen. When they had first started, Draco had been awkward and hesitant in
everything they did. Including cooking. Harry smiled. They had a week before
school started and he was going to use it wisely.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     (12/10/17) - Chapter edited for small gramatical errors, spelling,
     and plot holes
Harry stroked his sub’s cheek. Draco looked so peaceful sleeping there. His
dark brown soft leather collar contrasted nicely with his beautiful porcelain
skin. They had at first only talked with Snape through owls but Snape had
insisted on seeing his godson before school term to assess his condition. Harry
understood, Snape was a protective man and that he cared deeply for Draco. He
had been more of a father to Draco than Draco’s biological father. Harry had
conceded on Wednesday and they had met Snape at a pub in Gwytherin that
evening. Harry hadn’t let the professor know where the cottage was located in
case he told Dumbledore. Everything had worked out; Snape had gotten to see
Draco and Harry had gotten a resort along with some insight on what Snape
really thought of Dumbledore and the war.  If it came down to it, Snape could
be a potential ally at the least. Harry cast a quick Tempus charm and sighed. A
new term began. He gently roused Draco
“Doll, time to get up. We need to get ready for the train.” Harry said stroking
Draco’s hair. He had grown it out this summer. It was longer, reaching down
enough for him to pull it back into a ponytail, but not as long as his
father’s.
“I’m up.” Draco murmured blinking. Harry smiled down on him and Draco blushed
“Were you watching me sleep again?” He asked shyly and Harry laughed. Draco
used the distraction to slip out of bed and into the bathroom. Harry heard him
turn the shower on and grinned, he hadn’t shut the bathroom door which was as
good as a verbal invitation. Harry waited until he was sure his precious Doll
was in the shower before he slunk inside the bathroom, shedding his clothes as
he went. Draco was enjoying the warm water when Harry slipped into the shower
behind him. He pressed Draco up against the tile wall slipping a pair of
fingers into his hole. It was still loose from their activities last night and
he easily slipped a third finger in with the first two. Draco moaned,
scrabbling for something to hold onto only to find smooth tile. Harry leaned
forward and whispered into Draco’s ear
“Stay still Doll.” Draco whined but slowly froze when Harry removed his
fingers. Harry slipped out of the shower and began digging through their toy
box. He selected a plug that wasn’t too thick but thick enough that Draco would
feel it all day. He slipped back into the shower and slipped the purple toy
into Draco’s spasming hole ripping a groan from his sub.
“Do you want to cum?” Harry rasped into Draco’s ear. Draco nodded
enthusiastically and Harry stepped back
“Suck me off, Doll.” He ordered and Draco spun around to drop to his knees. He
took Harry into his mouth and sucked, one hand going to Harry’s thigh and the
other going to his own cock. Harry could see how desperate Draco was and knew
he wouldn’t last long. After a few moments he buried himself deep in Draco’s
throat and came. Draco whined but took his hand off his own cock that was still
hard.
“Oh Doll, didn’t get off, did you?” Harry teased sliding his limp cock out of
Draco’s mouth. Draco whined and humped the air, begging Harry to let him get
off. Harry stepped out of the shower and snapped his fingers for Draco to
follow. Draco obeyed, turning off the water before he left the shower and
kneeled down beside Harry’s right leg.
“On the counter.” Harry ordered and Draco seamlessly slipped to his feet and
hopped onto the counter.
“Good Doll.” Harry crooned and Draco practically preened. He stroked Draco’s
cock, feeling the organ tighten in his hand as Draco came with a cry of his
name. Harry cast a cleaning and a drying charm on Draco before clipping his
leather collar back around his neck.
“You’ll wear this under a disillusionment charm. You are not to tell anyone
you’re wearing it. I don’t want too many questions asked this early in the
game.” Harry said stroking Draco’s cheek. Draco nodded and looked down at his
arm
“What about…” He began but Harry cut him off
“You got a tattoo. It’s not the Dark Mark and so no one should really question
it. If they do you got a tattoo on your left arm because you didn’t want to
take the Mark. You fled the manor and stayed at the Leaky Caldron for the rest
of the summer. If someone pushes further than that excuse yourself.” Harry’s
voice was soft and soothing the whole time and Draco’s jittery nerves seemed to
smooth out. Harry knew it wouldn’t last but it didn’t have to. They just had to
make it until they were both safely on the train and out of prying eyes. Harry
ruffled Draco’s hair and grinned
“I’m thinking we’re going to have to get you some more tattoos though. I like
seeing ink on your skin.” He said and Draco’s eyes dilated. He wasn’t opposed
to the idea which opened up so many doors.
“Yeah.” Draco said dreamily. Harry could see him dipping down into subspace
which had been fine during their week together but could be dangerous at
Hogwarts. Dumbledore was at Hogwarts and until Harry could find out a way to
get rid of the man his and Draco’s relationship had to stay secret. Harry
lightly slapped Draco on the cheek and smiled when Draco focused on him.
“I’m sorry.” Draco apologized his voice cracking slightly on the words. Harry
shushed him and cupped his cheeks
“You have nothing to be sorry for. Try and keep focused though, at least ‘til
we get to the train. Then you can drop for a little bit, okay.” Harry said
comfortingly. Draco nodded but it was obvious he was trying to fight back
tears.
“Come on, let’s go get dressed.” Harry said and Draco hopped off the counter.
Harry led him into their bedroom where he motioned for Draco to sit on the bed.
He padded over to the closet where he pulled out the outfit his sub would wear.
He set the outfit on the bed and inspected it. A blue shirt that sleeves went
down to the elbows, black skinny jeans that hugged Draco’s ass in all the right
places and a grey vest. Draco would wear his usual black dragon hide boots to
complete the sexy image. The shirt would show off his new tattoo nicely,
something most of those bearing the Dark Mark tended not to do.
“Are you sure?” Draco asked tentatively earning a sharp glare
“Are you questioning me?” Harry asked, they both knew he was giving Draco an
out that normally wasn’t there. Harry knew Draco would have trouble today. He
was going back to society an outcast not only in his old circles but also in
most others.
“No Sir.” Draco said before going to the dresser for a pair of boxers.
Normally, with this outfit, Harry would tell him no boxers but he let it slide
this time. Draco slipped into his clothes as Harry was picking out his own
outfit. A black muscle shirt that left little to the imagination and a pair of
low riding faded jeans. He got dressed and snapped his fingers summoning one of
the many house elves that belonged to him
“Abby sirs. What can mes be do for you?” The house elf said. Harry looked the
little thing over with a calculating eye.
“Abby, this is Draco. He is your new primary master. I want you to pack his
things into his trunk including the toy box in the bathroom. You are also to
keep an eye on him. If anyone seems like they are going to give him trouble
alert me immediately.” Harry laid out his instructions to the house elf plainly
because it wasn’t that they were stupid, it was just easier for them if they
couldn’t find any loopholes. Elves could be vindictive if they thought their
humans were being treated poorly.
“Oh, and Abby. Draco may be your primary master, but I still own you. My word
is law.” Harry stated sharply. Abby nodded, a slight bit of fear tinged in her
eyes before clicking her fingers and Draco’s trunk was packed. She popped away
and Draco came to stand beside Harry.
“We need to use our old wands. Just for a little bit.” Harry said stroking a
strand of Draco’s hair out of his face. Draco nodded before leaning pulling out
his newer wand. It was a  Yew with a core of a Thunderbird’s Tail Feather
while Harry’s newer wand was Acacia with the hair of a thestral. They had
gotten them last year before school let out on a trip to Japan. The wand maker
had been a monk at a monastery and had given them to the two of them saying
only that they would serve well. And they had. Draco slipped the wand into a
secret compartment in his trunk and pulled out his old Hawthorn with a unicorn
hair core.
“It doesn’t feel right anymore.” Draco murmured and Harry had to agree when he
pulled out his old wand. It felt like the connection was weak compared to the
bond he had forged with his new wand.
“You’d better be going. It would look suspicious if we arrived at the same
time.” Harry said. Draco nodded and Harry could see the nervousness in his eyes
“Breathe. You only need to make it to the train. Find an empty compartment and
put up some strong wards. I’ll meet you on the train after I deal with some
things.” Harry said and Draco nodded, his eyes wide with fear. Harry brushed a
chaste kiss onto his forehead.
“Go.” He urged lightly. Draco nodded and grabbed his trunk before calling for
Abby and leaving. Harry moved out of the bedroom. He would give Draco a half-
an-hour start so that he could handle some paperwork for the bank. The Malfoys
were heavily in debt and still spending money they didn’t have. He had made
sure Draco didn’t know, not wanting him to feel obligated to go back. Not that
he’d let him anyways. But the Malfoys weren’t the only ones in debt. Both
Dumbledore and the Weasleys owed the Potter estate quite a bit of money. He sat
down at his desk in his study and quickly wrote a letter to Blackheart, the
goblin in charge of the Potter fortune
Blackheart,
I would like to start collecting the debt owed by all parties as well as back
rent on the Burrow. Rent should be about twenty-four galleons and fourteen
sickles a month. If your calculations give you a different number go with that
one. If they will not pay back rent for the sixteen years that they have been
squatting, please use all necessary force to evict them so that I might use the
land for further purposes.
May your gold flow freely and enemies fall beneath your sword
Lord Harry Potter
Harry cast a spell for the ink to dry and folded the letter up. He dripped wax
onto it and pressed the Potter seal on it. Two snakes curling around a wand.
 
Draco pushed through the crowds heading towards the train. Harry had told him
to find an empty compartment and that was what he planned to do. All around him
he could hear people whisper
“I didn’t know Malfoy had a tattoo, it’s kind of…”
“Is that the Dark Mark? It doesn’t…”
“heard he was kicked out...”
“Poor thing, with parents like that…” Draco ignored everyone, holding his head
up high and acting the part of the elitist. He all but shoved some first year
out of the way so he could claim a compartment near the front of the train.
Most Slytherins would be near the back where the adults tended not to patrol.
He was just about to put wards up like Harry had told him to when Weasley burst
into the compartment followed by Granger.
“You filthy piece of shit. Coming back to Hogwarts with the Dark Mark. You
won’t be let in. Dumbledore has already said that he’s not going to ever let
Death Eaters into his school.” Weasley snarled making Draco flinch
“It’s not the Mark. It’s just a tattoo.” Draco said but his words were weak and
didn’t even sound convincing to his own ears.  Weasley snorted
“Of course that’s what you’d say. I bet it’s a new type of Dark Mark. One that
makes you his slave. Is that what you are? Are you a slave to the maniac?”
Weasley taunted and Granger tugged at his arm
“Ron, it’s not a Dark Mark. Let’s go.” She said and Weasley shoved her away
“Or what? What are you going to do if I curse this sorry excuse for a wizard?”
Weasley challenged.
“I’ll tell McGonagall. Tell her you were starting fights on the train and have
her dock points before we’ve even got any.” Granger shot back and Draco had to
admit she had balls. Weasley went to backhand her across the face but Draco was
faster. He cast a body binding spell on Weasley
“If there’s one thing I’ve learned it's never to raise a hand to a lady.” Draco
drawled before shoving Weasley’s body into the hall and pulling Granger inside.
She seemed shocked as he cast some pretty intricate wards that would only allow
Harry’s entrance. He slumped back, it had taken more magic than he would have
liked because his old wand didn’t seem to react well to him anymore. Now he
just had to wait.  The plug brushed dangerously close to Draco's prostate but
he enjoyed the feeling. It was a reminder that Harry owned him.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     (12/10/17) - Chapter updated for grammatical, spelling and I do
     believe that was it
Hermione sat quietly reading a book. She glanced up at the other person in the
compartment. They were trapped in here, she had already tried to leave and the
notion of taking down the wards was daunting. They were so complex and
interwoven. Her hands shook and the book dropped to the ground. Immediately,
Malfoy was kneeling in front of her. He was asking her something but it was
almost like she was underwater; no sounds were getting through. Suddenly there
was a ripple in the wards and Harry stepped through. Malfoy stood and said
something to Harry but she couldn’t quite make it out. Harry said something and
it must have comforted Malfoy because he seemed to sag into the hand that Harry
put on his cheek. Harry took Malfoy’s place kneeling before her and took her
hands in his.
“…mione. It’s going to be okay. I’m here now.” He said and she looked up at
him.
“What’s going on?” She asked, her voice small and worried.
“There’s a lot to explain. I’ll start simple. Draco belongs to me. Both
literally and figuratively.” Harry said sending a smirking glance to a blushing
Malfoy.
“The mark on his arm. It’s the Potter crest isn’t it.” She asked and he nodded.
“Yes, it’s an older version. The newer one that my father used was too
Gryffindorish for my taste. I’ve already registered the crest with Gringotts.
Hermione, I need to check you for compulsions. May I do that?” Harry said
taking out his wand. Hermione wanted to say no, something inside her screamed
for her to say no but the rational side of her brain told her that what harm
could come from it? She nodded and he cast the spell. Malfoy came up beside him
to look at the piece of paper that had appeared.
“It’s worse than you thought.” He said pulling his wand out.  Harry turned back
to her and said
“Doll is going to take the compulsions down. It might hurt but we’ll be as
gentle as we can.” Hermione nodded, who knows what the compulsions had done to
her. Maybe she should write to Victor again, it had been about two weeks since
she had last written. She had to keep it a secret because it made Ron angry and
she didn’t feel like dealing with his jealousy. He was so possessive of her
even though she had told him repeatedly that he wasn’t her type and that she
only wanted to be friends with him. There was a burning sensation before a
sharp tug of something inside her. Whatever it was snapped and she felt light.
When her vision cleared from the tears that had been spilling down her cheeks.

 “You okay ‘Mione?” Harry asked and she nodded
“They didn’t want me reading everything I wanted to read. I went to Dumbledore
about a book  of somewhat dark spells and he used compulsions on me.” She said
in a shaky voice.
“Would you like a book on Dark Arts. You’ll find not all of it is hurting,
there are a lot of healing spells considered dark because they require a little
bit of the person’s blood.” Malfoy said grabbing his trunk and digging around
in it.
 
Harry watched as his sub and his best friend chatted about the healing aspects
of the Dark Arts. He was glad they were getting along. As much as he would like
for Draco to be his right-hand man, Draco was more of a healer, he was too
submissive to give orders. Hermione would be his right hand and Draco would be
his left. Harry sighed and called
“Dobby.” There was a pop and Dobby appeared in the compartment
“What can Dobby do for the Great Harry Potter?” Dobby asked
“I need you to take a message to Snape. Be sure he’s alone when you give it to
him. Tell him Hermione Granger needs to be added to the list to be resorted.”
Harry ordered and Dobby popped away. Harry collapsed on the seat opposite of
Hermione and Draco slid up beside him, curling into his side.
“You two don’t have a normal relationship, do you?” Hermione asked and Harry
wanted to curse her sharp eye
“He’s my Dominant.” Draco said softly burying himself into Harry’s side.
Hermione nodded
“I get it. I won’t judge.” She said and Harry smiled
“Thanks ‘Mione.” He said and he meant it.
 
Draco was roused from his nap by Harry.
“Hey Doll. You need to get changed.” Harry murmured into his ear. Draco opened
his eyes slowly and nodded
“’m up.” He said before sitting up and stretching. He noted that Hermione had
disappeared while he had slept, probably visiting her other friends. Draco
stumbled to his feet and pulled out his uniform. He didn’t bother with a
sweater; it wasn’t like he was going to stay in Slytherin much longer and
looking at the two little green stripes made his body ache. Honestly, he had
never really belonged. He was more of a Ravenclaw with his love of books and
knowledge. It was why the Dark Lord had been so interested in him. That and
humiliating his father who had barely escaped being sent to Azkaban. Harry
handed him his sweater
“It’ll change when you’re resorted.” He said before adding “You’re not a snake
anymore.” Draco took the sweater and pulled it over his head before pulling his
outer robes on. He enlarged a handheld mirror that he kept in his trunk and
took in his whole appearance. He straightened his collar a little more and
turned to his Dom who was just watching him amused. Harry was standing with his
collar a mess and his white undershirt untucked.
“You look the part.” He said softly. Harry smirked and said
“I think I know what your next tattoo should be.” Draco let out a shocked laugh
“That’s what you’re thinking about? Alright, what should it be?” Draco asked
and Harry pulled out his wand
“Expecto Patronum.” He whispered and a fox sprung out of his wand’s tip
“It’s not a stag anymore.” Draco breathed and Harry smiled sadly
“I don’t want to be like my father anymore.” He said as the fox pattered over
to Draco. Draco kneeled down to stroke it and it vanished into smoke.
“You want me to get your patronus tattooed onto me? Where?” Draco asked
standing up again
“I want it to be one of those that moves around. But I want is primarily on
your side.” Harry said smiling, amused. Draco nodded
“Sounds good.” He said and Harry closed the space between them
“It’s a date, first Hogsmeade weekend.” He breathed before leaning down the
inch and kissing Draco. It was over before Draco was ready and Harry was moving
away towards the door. Before he left he turned back
“Remember. I’ll see you after the sorting.”
“What if we’re not in the same house?” Draco asked confused
“Have a little faith Doll.” Harry said sounding amused before disappearing.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Draco sat at the far end of the Slytherin table. There was no one else sitting
anywhere near him, too afraid that they would be shunned along with him. The
first years hadn’t arrived yet and Severus stood.
“It has come to my attention over the summer that several students would like a
resort. This motion needs to be seconded.” He said
“Seconded.” McGonagall said immediately from where she stood by the hat.
Murmurs raced through the crowds and Draco felt his heart flutter. Severus
stepped around the head table and approached McGonagall and the sorting hat. He
pulled a short slip of paper from his robes and waited a second before calling
the first name
“Hermione Granger.” He called and Draco watched as Hermione stood and
approached the sorting hat. The hat took only a few seconds to decide before
calling out
“Hufflepuff.” She smiled seeming relieved and Draco wondered if she even wanted
to be the brightest witch of her year. It was a lot of pressure on her and now
she didn’t really have to worry about it anymore. At least, not as much.
“Luna Lovegood.” Severus called and the dreamy Ravenclaw gracefully made her
way to the hat. It took a full minute for the hat to finally decide
“Hufflepuff.” It stated and Draco watched as the blue stripes in the girl’s
uniform turned beautiful yellow.
“Draco Malfoy.” Severus called and the whole hall went silent. Draco slowly
rose from his position in the back of the Great Hall and cautiously made his
way over to the hat. Several times he had to avoid being tripped by
outstretched legs of his fellow Slytherins. He sat on the stool and the hat was
lowered over his eyes
“Ah, one of the two who fought with me the first time round. You thought you
knew where you belonged better than I did. How did it work out for you?” The
hat said straight into his head. Draco gulped
‘Not to well. I’m sorry. I need you to do me a favor though. When Harry gets up
here next, put him in the same house as me. I don’t think I can survive anymore
without him near me.’ Draco thought, practically begging
“I see. You love him so much. You took his family crest on your skin to escape
another’s mark. You bound yourself to him, his very will is your command if he
wants it to be. And you’re perfectly okay with that. It’s been a long time
since I’ve seen devotion like that. But you’re also smart. Too smart to belong
in Hufflepuff. And anyway, devotion and loyalty are two separate things. You
seek to know everything that can protect the most important person. Your
master’s happiness is all you want, whether it’s with you or another. You fear
that you do not know enough, that you may never know enough, to help him in his
quest. I only see one choice for you and your master…”
“Ravenclaw!” The hat proclaimed and was removed from his head. The Ravenclaw
table erupted into cheers. He was ranked second in the whole school, beating
even Hermione Granger in scores in certain subjects. Draco slipped over to the
table, fingering his now blue and black tie. He glanced over to the mass of
Gryffindors. Harry wasn’t paying a bit of attention to him. It hurt a little
but he knew Harry was compartmentalizing his thoughts so that the sorting hat
could only reach some of them. Only Harry knew the full game plan and who all
the pieces were. It was Harry who was the one playing chess with the master
manipulator. Manipulating Dumbledore to Harry’s own will. Draco sat down near
the back and a few of the older years slipped over to sit beside him.
“I’m Cho Chang. It’s nice to meet you Draco.” One of the girls said fluttering
her eyes at him.
“Hi.” He said weakly turning back to the front of the hall. He heard her huff
and slide closer to her friends. Probably to gossip about his disinterest.
“Harry Potter.” Severus said and Dumbledore was on his feet
“I object.” He boomed. McGonagall raised a dainty eyebrow
“You had no objections at the beginning. You cannot object now that most the
students have been resorted.” She stated and the hall was so quiet you could
hear Filch breathing by the door. Harry stood up and approached the stool with
the hat.
“I would like to get this over with.” He said and Weasley was on his feet
behind him.
“Why would you want to be resorted mate? You’re whole family was in
Gryffindor.” He said and Harry scoffed
“And that’s exactly why I want to get away from Gryffindor. It’s not you guys
it’s just, I want to be more than just another Potter in Gryffindor. I want to
be able to spread my wings a little.” Harry said playing the Gryffindors
masterfully. Most of them who had previously had angry faces seemed a little
more settled. Harry sat down on the stool and there was but a brief moment
before the hat called out
“Ravenclaw.” The whole table was on its feet cheering and whooping. Draco
remained seated not looking at those around him in case the tears that welled
up in his eyes escaped. He hated making a fool of himself in front of others
and crying was one big way to do that. The hat had listened to him. He and
Harry could finally be in the same house. Harry had barely taken a step when
Dumbledore was on his feet again
“I’m afraid I must object again. Mister Potter cannot be in Ravenclaw. I’m
afraid that he and Mister Malfoy would fight to much.” He said and Draco felt
his insides seize up. He couldn’t breathe, his chest was so tight with fear.
The whole school thought they hated each other. It wasn’t true, last year had
been the end to their hate for each other. Hell, Harry had practically had to
force Draco to join the inquisitors squad last year and if there hadn’t been
other Slytherins around he would never have dragged his Dom to that frog’s
office. What if they thought that their legendary fights were worth keeping
them in different houses?
“Well then at least they would only be hurting their own house.” Severus
snapped and McGonagall snorted. That seemed to settle it. Harry sat near the
front of the table as the first years filed in. Draco didn’t even bother
listening to the little firsties get sorted and only clapped when those around
him clapped. He was so completely zoned out that he startled when the boy next
to him put a hand on his shoulder
“Are you okay?” He asked a wide eyed Draco
“Y-yeah, just never thought I would be in the same house as Harry.” He said and
the other boy smiled
“I’m Hartley, Hartley Walker. I’m a seventh year but if you need any help with
anything just ask. I’m always free to help a cutie.” The other boy, Hartley
said winking. Draco blushed as the food appeared. He didn’t have much of an
appetite but spooned a bit of mashed potatoes and gravy onto his plate. Hartley
continued to chat animatedly with him and a quick glance at Harry let Draco
know that his Dom wasn’t happy about it. Draco ate slowly and kept his head
down hoping that Hartley would get the hint but it didn’t seem that way when he
put a hand on Draco’s left forearm and Draco felt his mark heat up. Harry was
pissed.
“Please take your hand off me.” Draco said stiffly and Hartley nodded removing
his hand
“Sorry, everyone says I’m rather forward on thing that I want.” Hartley said
grinning slyly and Draco felt like an ice cube had been dropped down his shirt.

“I’m sorry but I’m taken.” He said smoothly before turning back to the mashed
potatoes on his plate. Suddenly he wasn’t hungry and he quickly excused himself
from the table and headed towards the bathroom. He had barely made it into a
stall before he was puking up the little he had eaten. He wanted Harry badly.
He dry-heaved a few more times before he finally got control of his own body
and was able to sit up. He slowly stood and flushed. He was washing his mouth
out when he heard footsteps. There were several pair and then he heard it.
Pansy’s shrieking laughter. Draco slipped his wand out of its sheath as they
entered the bathroom
“Well, what do you know. The little Traitor came back to school.” Theo said
leading the pack. Blaise wasn’t there but Blaise had always wanted to stay
neutral in the war anyways. So that left Theo, Pansy, Vincent, and Crabbe.
Draco knew he couldn’t take all four of them. Luckily he was saved when Hartley
walked in
“You know this is a boy’s restroom. No girls are allowed in here. Come on
Draco.” Hartley said and Draco moved to follow him out of the bathroom
“Thanks.” Draco said when they were farther away.
“It’s no problem. Sorry if I upset you earlier. I didn’t mean to.” Hartley said
and led him up a winding staircase from the fifth floor. There was a door at
the end and when they reached it, it’s doorknob asked a question
“Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?” It asked
“A circle has no beginning.” Draco replied before Hartley could. The door swung
open and they entered the common room. Draco paused to take it all in, it was
nothing like the Slytherin common room. There were books everywhere and light.
So many windows letting the light of the moon in. The Slytherin common room had
always been dark and a little mildewy.
“Like it? You should see it in the afternoon on a warm October day. I always
thought I got lucky to be in this house.” Hartley said and Draco nodded
absentmindedly. He scanned over the people in the common room but didn’t see
Harry. That worried him. Taking a deep breath, he headed over to the
bookshelves and began to browse. He finally settled for an Advanced Runes and
Wards book that he hadn’t read. It was midnight by the time he went to bed. He
hadn’t seen Harry but figured they were supposed to be keeping their distance
from each other. Draco slipped into the dorm room and found three beds. In
Slytherin there had only been two to a room but that was mainly because there
were very few students sorted into Slytherin every year. Hufflepuff got the
most students, Gryffindor got the second most followed by Ravenclaw and then
Slytherin. His things had been placed on top of the bed furthest from the door.
There was a door directly across from the middle bed that Draco assumed led to
the bathroom.
“So you’re our new roommate?” Said one boy who was sitting on his bed, a book
in his hand. Draco nodded and the boy slipped out of his bed to approach Draco
“I’m Andrew Xavier but everyone calls me Andy. Is it true you left home so that
you wouldn’t have to take the Dark Mark?” The boy asked. Draco nodded but
didn’t say anything because his throat had closed up. Andrew smiled
“That’s incredibly brave and to ask for a resort is incredibly smart. Can you
believe that Harry Potter is in our house too? I wonder if he asked or if he
was one of the students randomly chosen. I’m surprised that Granger wasn’t
sorted into Ravenclaw though, she seems the type.” Andrew said
“Maybe she doesn’t want to be the brightest witch of our year but feels like if
she isn’t she might get kicked out?” Draco asked and Andrew nodded
“Good theory. We should make a betting pool about it. We have several going
including the sexuality of Harry Potter and how many guys that Weasley chit has
slept with. She’s rather annoying you know, always gossiping about this and
that in the library and making racket. Taking up table space that could be put
to better use. So I’m writing a thesis on nifflers and what makes them
attracted to gold. I have one as a pet back home, his name is Abrakadabra
because, well I’m rambling again.” Andrew said sheepishly and Draco laughed
“It’s okay. Honestly I rather like the rambling. In Slytherin the only time you
talked to anyone was when you wanted something from them. It was rather cold
there. I never had anyone I could talk to about my research and all this. I’m
writing a paper on cursemaking and cursebreaking. It’s fascinating stuff,
really. I could talk for hours about how you can create curses by taking
several existing curses and mixing them all together.” Draco said grinning.
Andrew was grinning as well
“I’m sorry about your time in Slytherin but you’re in Ravenclaw now. Most of us
are writing papers about some sort of subject. Jenning, Marcus Jenning our
other roommate, is writing a paper on how muggle technology can be used in the
wizarding community and how quill and parchment are behind in the times. I
believe he writes with a muggle pen now. You should take the time to talk to
everyone, see what they are researching. Who knows, maybe one of them will be
researching curses too.” Andrew said and Draco laughed.
“Well we best be getting to sleep. Classes start soon and we only have so many
hours to research our topics of choice when they start.” Andrew said
sheepishly. Draco nodded
“Thanks.” He said before slipping over to his bed and changing into pajamas. He
brushed his teeth and crawled into bed, flicking his wand to close his curtains
and engulfing himself in darkness.Before he laid down though, he slipped his
hand into his pants and gently removed the plug.
“Abby.” He called and the house elf popped up onto the end of the bed
“Yes Masters Draco?” The little elf said
“Take this and clean it before putting it in the toybox.” he ordered and with a
pop the plug and the elf were both gone. Draco laid down and closed his eyes.
As he slipped to sleep he felt the briefest hope that he had finally made a
real friend.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     this chapter was hard to write so I'm sorry if it's a bit jagged, I'm
     coming down from an intense manic. I'm exhausted and need sleep.
Harry sat in the middle of the largest group of Ravenclaws at the table that
morning. It had been three weeks since sorting and he had made a show of
hanging out with both Ravenclaws and Gryffindors throughout that time. Hermione
had cut all ties with her Gryffindor friends and, for show, had also cut ties
with Harry though they still contacted each other through a set of enchanted
notebooks. Hermione had used a rather clever spell that allowed them to add
more notebooks as their ranks grew but for the time being the only people who
had a notebook were him, Hermionie, Proffessor Snape, and Draco. Harry had
another set aside for the twins who had already aligned with him and were
spying on any order meetings that might happen during the year. He hadn’t had
time to get it to them, knowing all his outgoing mail was being watched and not
yet having the chance to get the book to Draco who might be able to get it out
without interference. An owl swooped down in front of him and dropped an
official Gringotts letter. He popped the seal and glanced at the letter
Lord Potter,
We regret to inform you that the Weasley Patriarch and Matriarch have both
refused to pay both current and back rent on the plot of land known as the
Burrow. They will be evictedthefifteenth of this month. Their accounts have
been drained and they will still owe you 2253 Galleons and four sickles. This
will be garnished from the Weasley Patriarch’s wages at the ministry at 80
Galleons a month. If you have any questions please contact us.
May your gold ever flow
Blackheart
Harry tucked the letter away. The fifteenth of the month was in two days. He
still had no word about the Malfoys’ or Dumbledore’s debt but Harry had faith
in the goblins. They would get the money even if they had to start garnishing
wages. Which they could and would do. He turned to another Ravenclaw named Cho
Chang and pretended to listen to whatever gossip she had to tell. Out of the
corner of his eye, he saw Draco leaving the Great Hall with another boy in
their year. A pang of jealousy raced through him but he forced it down. Draco
would never allow someone to touch what wasn’t theirs. And anyway, he would see
Draco later today for a bit of quiet time together. Cho batted her eyes at him
and he resisted the urge to gag. He had kissed her once last year to keep his
cover but it had been horrible. He waited ten more minutes before excusing
himself and heading towards the library. Most the other Ravenclaws had some
sort of pet project that they were studying and he was no different, only a
little behind. His paper was going to be on how intent is the key to all
spellwork. It was a difficult topic as there wasn’t much research but it was
also one he could do a lot of his own experimenting in.
 
Draco was studying in the library with Andy and Marcus, they had finished all
their homework and were now working on their own little pet projects. It was
three weeks into school and Draco had made friends with his roommates although
Hartley Walker was beginning to be a problem. The seventh year would randomly
show up around Draco and act like he wanted to sleep with Draco even though
Draco had repeatedly told him that he was seeing someone and that there wasn’t
any chance that they could ever date. Every time Hartley acted like he
understood only to repeat the process again the next time they saw each other.
Harry had yet to notice how bad it had gotten and Draco knew that it could be a
problem when he did. Harry was possessive and if he knew how much Hartley was
bothering Draco it would be hard for him to keep his distance. Which would
probably hurt whatever plans Harry had for the school year. A commotion at
another table caught all of their attention.
“What do you mean Mum and Dad can’t pay our tuition.” Weasel’s cried disturbing
the entire library. Draco looked up to see Weaselette shushing him and Madame
Pince rushing over with a furious look on her face. Draco shared a look with
his friends and pretended to return his attention to his book while secretly
eavesdropping
“Mr. and Miss Weasley I must demand that you either quiet down or remove
yourself from my library.” Madame Pince all but snarled. Weasel stormed from
the library in typical Weasel fashion but Weaslette blushed and slid into her
seat beside Harry. Madame Pince stalked back to her post at the checkout desk
and Draco had to hide a grin. He marked his place in his book and closed it
before whispering to Andy that he was going to head out before checking his
books out and leaving the library. He cast a quick tempus charm and saw that it
was almost one o’clock. Harry was going to meet him in the room of requirements
at one thirty and he could barely wait. He made his way up to the room of
requirements and paced in front of the door to make it appear. Once inside he
surveyed the room. It looked a lot like a small studio flat, with a kitchen in
one corner and a bed on a raised platform in another. There was another door
that he knew led to a bathroom beside the raised portion.
“Abby.” Draco called and with a pop the house elf appeared.
“What can Abby be dos for Master Draco?” Abby asked
“Can you get me a tomato, a pair of zucchinis, three cloves of garlic, olive
oil, breadcrumbs, and some angel hair pasta that’s fresh.” Draco ordered
striding confidently into the kitchen. He was going to make Harry’s favorite
Italian dish. It was pasta with a fresh zucchini sauce and fried tomatoes. He
wasn’t sure if fried breaded tomatoes was actually Italian but Harry loved them
and that was all that mattered to Draco. Abby snapped her fingers and the
ingredients that Draco had requested appeared. Draco smiled and got to work
preparing the dishes. As he worked he hummed a muggle song that he had heard on
the radio though he didn’t know what it was called. Harry walked in thirty
minutes later just as Draco was taking everything off the burners.
“Smells delicious Doll.” Harry said coming up to Draco and giving him a kiss.
Draco’s smile widened and he hurried to get all the food onto the table. Once
the table was set they sat down to eat the late lunch. Draco made sure that
Harry ate first, a product of both his upbringing and being Harry’s Sub. When
the plates were cleared and they both had eaten their fill Harry spoke.
“Very good job. You did excellent.” He said and Draco brightened. They moved to
the couch and Draco curled up in his Dom’s side.
“No sex today. We don’t have enough time for a scene.” Harry said running his
fingers through Draco’s hair in a comforting manner.
“That’s okay Sir. I don’t mind. I missed being around you.” Draco replied.
Harry continued stroking Draco’s hair and they remained at peace. The clock
that had come with the room chimed two and Harry groaned.
“Time to go Doll. Remember who you belong to.” Harry said before kissing Draco
passionately and leaving. Draco didn’t follow. He sat there for another fifteen
minutes before willing the room to transform into a library with a table in a
corner. He was to meet his Andy and Marcus here in another fifteen minutes, at
two thirty, and had to make it look like he had actually been working. When the
door creaked open he was deep in his studies.
“Oh wow. This place is amazing.”  He heard Andy say and looked up to see the
others collecting books to work with. He smiled. He had friends and his love
had been able to spend a bit of time with him. Nothing else mattered at the
moment. He was content.
 
Ginny was determined to get as close to her Harry as possible. She had tried to
trail him when he said he wanted a bit of alone time but had lost him in a
crowd of Hufflepuff fifth years. Furious she went to look for her brother who
would no doubt be either in the kitchens or in the common room complaining. She
went to the kitchens first since that was the more likely of places and was
rewarded by finding her brother stuffing his face.
“Ron! I need the Marauder’s map.” She demanded and he gave her a blank look.
Irritated she sighed
“Harry slipped my watch. You know Dumbledore would be furious if it happens
again so I need the map so that I can figure out how to copy it. That way we
would always know where he was even if he manages to escape us again.” She
explained and Ron nodded
“That’s a good idea.” He said around a mouthful of food. She rolled her eyes
and huffed at how disgusting he was. No wonder Hermione had decided to jump
ship, Ron was a slob.
“So can you do it?” She asked harshly and he swallowed the food in his mouth
“I can try but I’m not in the same dorm as him anymore, I can’t just slip it
out of his trunk like I used to.” Ron said and Ginny felt her irritation rise.
Not only was her brother a slob but he was also useless.
“Just try. I’ll try to pick-pocket him and get it if you fail.” She said before
turning and leaving the kitchens. She headed back to the library and went to
the potion section of the library. Harry wasn’t showing any romantic interest
in Ginny and seemed rather distracted whenever they were together. Flirting
wasn’t going to get her anywhere and Harry was a powerful wizard. Any old love
potion might not work and could get her in serious trouble. Dumbledore and her
mother had both promised her that she would be the next Lady Potter and it was
even more important now that Harry was Lord Black as well. He was filthy rich
and could get everyone out of their financial problems. He could stop who ever
had taken away the money that went to their schooling and was trying to evict
them from their home. Ginny wasn’t sure where they were going to live next
summer. No one had been able to get into any of the Black households since
Sirius died and it was the same with the few Potter residences that Order
members were staying at. She needed a strong love potion. The strongest love
potion in the world would be the only one that would do, Amortentia was the
answer to her problems. She just needed the recipe. One Hundred and One Potions
in the Household,Foreign Potions for Friends, Simple Potion Ingredients and
What They Do, Love in a Bottle. She grabbed the last book and flipped through
it. There were several recipes for simple love potions that wouldn’t do much
harm but only a summary for Amortentia. She would have to get a pass into the
restricted section which meant she would need a valid excuse. Snape was
teaching Defense which meant that alley was out and McGonagall would pry too
much into what Ginny was doing. Flitwick never gave passes into the restricted
section because very few books there were charms related. That left the new
Potions professor; Professor Slughorn. He gave Ginny the creeps with how he
leered at some students simply because they had money or fame. He was also
easily manipulated. Ginny just had to say that she was doing some research for
Harry and he would probably write her a pass. She just had to make sure that
Harry never heard about it.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     Surprise! I know I told one person that it'd be a bit before a new
     chapter but I got bored and decided not to adult today and write
     instead. This chapter is kinda a filler. Mostly setting up for
     Ginny's big drama. And what's that in the corner? Am I seeing Hartley
     getting his ass kicked in the future? I'm not sure but this chapter
     originally had a very graphic rape scene between him and Draco with
     Harry walking in at the middle. I decided to hold that scene until
     later on if at all.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Draco was sitting in a small alcove in the Ravenclaw common room reading his
Potions textbook. He wanted to be ahead of the class on the next potion as his
godfather had always said it was rather difficult to brew. They were supposed
to be brewing Amortentia, the most powerful love potion in the world and Draco
didn’t want to mess it up. A wrong ingredient or failing to follow the
instructions could lead to deadly concoctions that might even kill a person
with the fumes alone. Across the room, Harry was working on something, probably
the charms essay they had been assigned that day. He was nibbling on the end of
his quill as he worked and it was rather distracting. And Draco wasn’t the only
one who thought so, several of the girls had strategically placed themselves so
they could watch Harry do his homework. Draco wanted to snort at how obvious it
was that they were panting after Harry like cheap whores.
“Hey there.” Hartley’s smooth voice said next to Draco and he jumped. Turning
he saw Hartley watching him with a dark look in his eye
“Hello Hartley.” Draco said with cool politeness before turning back to his
book.
“He is rather easy on the eyes isn’t he. Too bad he’s straight.” Hartley
commented and Draco gave him a quizzical look
“Who?” He asked startled and Hartley gave him a smile that was just a bit too
much teeth to be attractive
“Potter. He’s easy on the eyes.” Hartley said and Draco swallowed. He glanced
at Harry to see the other boy watching through his bangs
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Draco said silently applauding
himself when he didn’t stammer
“Don’t pretend like you weren’t watching him. At least you were being somewhat
discrete.” Hartley said sounding affronted.
“I was just wondering what they all saw in him. Sure, he’s cute but I doubt
there’s much personality there. I mean he was a Gryffindor. They are
practically the same person just in a different body.” Draco said making
himself sound indifferent. Hartley frowned
“I see. And what about me? Do I have enough personality to suit you?” He asked.
Draco snorted
“Not even close.” He said causing Hartley to huff and slink off. Draco glanced
back at Harry to see him working on his homework as if nothing had happened but
Draco knew that Harry was going to be asking some questions about Hartley.
Nothing he could do about it now, he would just have to wait until Harry asked
his questions and hope for the best. Maybe Harry wouldn’t kill Hartley right
away.
 
Ginny could barely hold in her glee at her luck. How ironic was it that the
potion she needed was in a textbook? Slughorn had happily given her a copy to
keep while chatting all the while about his Slug Club. Ginny wanted to dunk his
head in a random potion and see what it would do just to shut him up. She had
written to her mother about some of the ingredients and her mother had sent
them with a note saying that she was proud of her daughter for taking action.
“Miss Weasley, if you could pay attention to the class you’re in instead of
daydreaming you might actually learn something. Five points from Gryffindor.”
McGonagall snapped scaring Ginny out of her thoughts
“Sorry Professor.” She mumbled before turning back to the lesson. She was
supposed to be doubling her quill but she couldn’t care enough to actually put
the effort into it. Once she was Lady Potter she would hire someone else to do
all her spellwork or maybe have a house elf do it all for her so she didn’t
have to spend money on another witch or wizard.
“Gemino.” She said jabbing her wand at the quill. Nothing happened and Ginny
frowned. Stupid quill, Stupid spell.
 
Harry pulled out the Marauder’s Map and with a quick glance realized that Draco
was in the Room of Requirements already. It was early on the morning of the
first Hogsmeade trip of the year. Harry quickly closed the map up and headed
towards the meeting point. He quietly slipped into the Room hoping to scare
Draco a bit only to smile at the sight in front of him. Draco was stroking what
looked to be a kneezle kitten with two more beside him. The one in his lap was
calico, orange, black, and white and seemed to be suckling on Draco’s finger.
There was a beautiful pure grey one wrestling with a brown and white one beside
Draco. Harry chuckled when Draco looked up when the door shut and smiled
“I may need your help. One of the first year’s kneezle had kittens and I
promised her that I’d find good homes for them because she’s really shy. I
already gave two away to Hermione and Luna but I thought you might like one
too.” Draco said rambling. Harry’s smile grew.
“I’ll take one.” He said scooping up a the brown one and flipping her over to
determine the sex. The kitten was a girl and Harry decided she was the one for
him.
“I think you should be called Alice.” Harry said and the little kitten began to
purr. Harry looked her over in case she had been hurt by her siblings anywhere.
She had a beautiful white ruffle like she was wearing an old fashion tuxedo.
And the tips of her paws were also white like she was wearing little booties.
She was perfect and Harry could already tell he had fallen in love with the
little kitten. His Alice.
“I think she likes you.” Draco said as Alice climbed up onto Harry’s shoulder.
“How are we going to explain how I got a kitten from you?” Harry asked and
Draco shrugged
“You saw Luna with Shadow, that’s her kitten, and wanted one so she got you
one. I’ve been on friendly terms with Hermione and Luna since the beginning of
the year and it’s not unusual for me to be seen with them in the library at
times.” He said and Harry felt warmth grow in his gut.
“I told you they wasn’t so bad.” He said and Draco blushed.
“Yeah you were right.” Draco said. Harry thought back to all the times he had
seen Draco in the library and there was plenty of times that he’d seen Luna at
the table with Draco and his friends but he hadn’t ever really seen Hermione
there.
“Why don’t I see you with Hermione ever?” Harry asked and Draco’s blush grew
“We hang out during lunch together. Neither of us eat very much and the library
is usually empty.” Draco said looking away
“And?” Harry pressed knowing there was more that Draco wasn’t saying
“And during Quidditch games. Neither of us really care to watch and the library
is blissfully quiet while the whole school is watching you guys play.” Draco
sounded sad and Harry was reminded that Draco hadn’t shown up to try-outs for
the team that year. Harry had been made Seeker almost immediately and he had
been sure Draco would challenge him for the position but Draco had never shown
up.
“Why didn’t you try out for the team?” Harry asked and Draco gave a half-
hearted shrug
“Doubted I would make it. I’m not that good of a player and they already had
you for a Seeker. I figured I wasn’t needed so why waste my time.” Draco said
glumly. Harry slid closer to Draco and gently grabbed his chin to make Draco
face him.
“You were the only other Seeker who made the game a challenge. You were great a
Quidditch and I hate that you think you were horrible. You would be a great
Chaser or even a Beater. I’m not saying that you have to play if you don’t want
to though, it’s your choice.” Harry said softly and Draco nodded.
“I don’t mind not playing. It has given me time to work on my studies and my
side projects.” Draco said and Harry raised an eyebrow
‘What side projects?” He asked, possessiveness slinking into his voice.
“I’ve been practicing my baking and using Andy and Marcus as a sounding board
for what tastes good. They also have been helping me with my healing abilities.
I’m getting better with healing minor wounds and have written to the healer at
St. Mungo’s to apprentice under one of them this summer. Marcus’s uncle works
in the major case ward and has sent me a few more advanced books about
healing.” Draco said and Harry stared at him a moment longer before nodded.
Draco blushed and broke the staring match
“We should be getting to the Great Hall so that we can get carriages.” Harry
said and Draco shrugged
“I promised Hermione I would walk with her and Luna. I’ll meet you outside the
tattoo parlor.” Draco said and Harry nodded
“I’m glad you’re making friends.” He said and Draco beamed before Harry pulled
him in for a bruising kiss. Once they broke for air Draco remained leaning on
Harry as Harry gently played with the collar.
“I better go.” Harry said though he made no attempts to move. They sat like
that for a few more minutes before Harry finally stood and scooped Alice up and
left. He was almost at the Great Hall when he met up with Ginny and Ron.
“Hey guys.” He said with a grin
“Where’d you go mate?” Ron asked slinging an arm around Harry’s shoulder
earning a hiss from Alice
“Where’d you get the kneezle kitten?” Ginny asked sounding jealous
“Luna gave her to me. I think she got her from a Ravenclaw first year. Isn’t
she cute? Her name is Alice.” Harry said happily and Ginny immediately perked
up
“Do you think Luna has anymore. I wouldn’t mind having a pet.” Ginny said and
Harry shrugged
“Pretty sure she gave the last two to Malfoy.” He said and Ron scowled
“That slimy git. He would be horrible with any animal.” He snarled and Harry
had to bite his tongue. They made their way down to the Great Hall to see Draco
carrying the calico kitten.
“Hey Malfoy. I thought Luna gave you two kittens. What’d you do, lose one
already?” Ginny asked spitefully. Draco blinked at her before replying
“No, Marcus Jenning’s cat had died over the summer so I asked Luna if I could
have one for him.” Draco said, his voice void of emotions. Ginny snorted but
didn’t reply as McGonagall had just arrived
“Alright. You all know the rules. Try to follow them.”  McGonagall said and
they began to head out towards Hogsmeade. Ron grumbled under his breath when
Hermione linked arms with Draco but didn’t say anything to the two which Harry
would count as a win.
 
Draco was changing the bandages over his new tattoo when Andy burst into the
bathroom. They both froze before Andy was right beside Draco
“Oh wow. Why didn’t you tell anyone you got a new tattoo?” Andy asked tracing
along one of the foxes’ tails. The tattoo was of a white fox chasing a black
fox. Each was about the size of a matchbox which meant they would have plenty
of space to roam when they were done healing. Draco blushed and shrugged
“My boyfriend paid for it. I wasn’t trying to hide it, just didn’t want to rub
it in you guy’s face.” Draco said sheepishly
“Is it one of those fancy ones that moves” Andy asked and Draco nodded. Marcus
came into view and gave a low whistled
“It’s one of those wicked ones that moves.” Andy told Marcus causing Draco to
blush more.
“Your boyfriend must be loaded if he didn’t even care how much he was spending
on that tattoo.” Marcus said leaning on the doorframe
“He wanted it to be bigger but I vetoed that.” Draco said pulling on a shirt.
It had been four days since he’d gotten it and it didn’t hurt to the touch
anymore which meant he didn’t have to bandage it anymore and also that they
would begin to move around soon.
“That must have been hard. What excuse did you use.” Marcus asked
“Told him that there would be more room for further tattoos if it was smaller.”
Draco said and Andy laughed
“Thinking like a Slytherin again.” He said grinning and patting Draco on the
shoulder before beginning his morning routine. Draco grinned and turned the
faucet on to brush his teeth.
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks for reading and please review.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
     So this is the chapter I promised. Just a little over halfway through
     the month. I had a hard time writing this chapter for many different
     reasons. I'm sure if you have read the previous comments that you
     know the rape scene isn't going to happen.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Ginny strutted down the hall, her head held high. It was Halloween and last
week Dumbledore had announced that there was going to be a masquerade ball
instead of the usual feast. He had pulled her aside later and told her that
there was going to be an enchantment on most the masks so that they would only
recognize those whom they truly loved but her and Harry’s masks were going to
be spelled that they would only recognize each other.  It would give the
appearance that Ginny was the only thing Harry loved. She would begin to dose
him with the Amortentia at the party as well. Small doses at first to make it
seem more natural. Make it seem like he had started to fall in love with her on
his own accord. Ginny knew there was another girl involved with him, that that
was why he continued to disappear for long periods of time only to show up in a
good mood that lasted for hours. It pissed Ginny off thinking that Harry would
touch another girl but it wouldn’t matter anymore. He would be hers and hers
alone. Ginny didn’t think she would ever take him off the love potion, wouldn’t
want to risk some other bint using a similar idea to steal him away. Harry was
hers and she would kill anyone who got in the way of her being Lady Potter.
 
Draco was heading out of the library to meet Harry when he was slammed against
the wall. Standing there were Theo along with several seventh year Slytherins
with sick grins on their faces.
“Hey traitor. A little owl told me an interesting little tidbit. You’re a freak
you know that. A poof panting after Harry Potter and we’ve decided that you
need a reminder on what that behavior results in.” Drawled Theo and Draco felt
cold dread slide down his neck like sludge. When he made no move to respond
Theo took the initiative and slammed his fist into Draco’s gut. Draco doubled
over as pain tore through him. Blows rained down upon him. Someone cast a
rather nasty curse that caused his insides to burn. A scream escaped his lips
before something cracked against his temple and all he knew was darkness. When
he woke, he was lying in a soft bed with Casper purring away at his side. There
was light streaming in from a window but it wasn't the right angle to be the
hospital wing or even his dorm room.
“Oh, you're awake!” Luna Lovegood’s dreamy voice exclaimed as a cool cloth
dabbed at his forehead. He turned to see her sitting in a wicker chair beside
the bed, her hair was tied up in a bun and made her seem older.
“Where are we?” he asked sitting up. His midsection felt rather sore, like
someone had punched him repeatedly in the midsection for a very long time
“We’re in the Come and Go Room. I found you on the floor near the library.
Someone had used a nasty burning intestine curse on you and left you there. I
sent a patronus to Harry telling him that someone stole my shoes and that he
needed to meet me here. He gave her a smile and leaned back against the
headboard to wait. Casper climbed into his lap and he gently scratched behind
the kitten’s ear. It was about twenty minutes later that the door opened and
Harry entered. The other Ravenclaw froze when he saw Draco in the bed and Luna
sitting in a chair beside it, shoes still on her feet.
“What happened?” Harry demanded and Draco felt himself relax. Harry was here,
he would take care of everything.
“I found Draco unconscious in an unused alcove near the library. I was looking
for the nest of the Blibbering Humdingers that infest the library. They try to
eat my favorite sweater you see.” Luna said and Draco rolled his eyes. Luna was
a seer, a true one unlike the divinations teacher who was a fraud in the least
and a drunkard at most, but she hid it behind tales of insanity so that people
wouldn’t use her.
“Thank you for taking care of my Doll for me. I have some things to discuss
with him in private so would you please leave?” Harry asked and Luna beamed.
“Of course Harry. Oh, and watch out for ginger roots that are corrupt. Love
potions tend to take what we care about the most.” She called over her
shoulder. Harry frowned, clearly thinking over the parting words before turning
his attention back to Draco.
“How are you feeling?” He asked perching himself on the side of the bed so that
he could cup Draco’s face. A small smile slipped onto Draco’s face which was
mirrored on Harry’s. Draco didn’t reply so Harry asked another question
“Do you still want to go to the masquerade tonight?” Harry asked as Draco
shuffled over to allow Harry onto the bed. Harry climbed in and Draco curled up
beside him. Once Draco was settled in his position, pressed tightly against
Harry with Casper half in his lap and half in Harry’s, he answered
“No. I want to stay here with you. Maybe cook a nice meal and pretend that
we’re back home in our little cottage hidden away from the world.”  Harry
hummed at the answer before the room began to change. Once it was done Draco
smiled. It wasn’t the cottage but it was familiar. The room was now the studio
apartment that he often called up, with the bed on a platform in the corner and
a large spacious kitchen.
“What do you want for supper?” Harry asked stroking Draco’s hair. It had been
growing long but he had just recently cut it short. It was a new look for him,
very muggle and modern with the sides shaved short and the top short but not
too short and with a messy, spiky flare. He had thought about dyeing it another
color but couldn’t decide on one and Harry had said that he loved Draco’s so-
blonde-it’s-almost-white hair.
“I don’t know. I was planning on making Cottage Pie for our next meeting.”
Draco replied and Harry chuckled.
“I think I can make that if you want. Either way we’re staying right here and
pretending the world around us doesn’t exist.” Harry said but he made no moves
to leave the bed or stop playing with Draco’s hair. Draco pushed himself up to
look at Harry
“I can cook. I like to cook.” He said earnestly and Harry chuckled
“I know Doll. I know. You’re hurt though and I don’t want to put too much of a
strain on your body. Let me cook tonight and spoil you. Maybe later I’ll tie
you up and fuck you.” Harry said and Draco knew he wouldn’t be able to change
his Dom’s mind. With a theatrical sigh, he snuggled back into Harry’s side to
relax
“Okay, if you insist.” He said with a playful pout and Harry chuckled again.
Harry pulled out a small book and asked
“Would you like me to read to you?” Draco thought about it for a moment before
nodding into Harry’s side. One of Harry’s hands found its way into Draco’s hair
as Harry started reading. They remained like that for several hours, Harry
running his fingers through Draco’s hair as his voice depicted the tale of
Romeo and Juliet in a classic story of true love. There was a knock at the door
which had them both freeze
“It’s just me!” Hermione’s voice called and they relaxed.
“Come in!” Harry called back and Hermione entered the room with Crookshanks on
her heels.
“I was just wondering if you guys were going to the masquerade. It’s past
dinner time and no one’s seen from either of you. Luna told me what happened to
you Drake and I don’t blame you for wanting to hide.” She said as she settled
onto the couch. Draco pulled himself away from the comfort of Harry and went to
sit beside her. With a frown, Harry followed.
“You never did tell me what happened.” He said and Draco looked down and wished
for tea. Immediately the room provided a steaming teapot with a plate of finger
sandwiches and three teacups. He went to serve the tea but was stopped by
Harry’s hand on the teapot.
“Tell me now Doll.” Harry demanded and Draco felt a sharp pain in the mark. He
grit his teeth knowing full well that not answering would earn him punishment.
“Draco, dear, Harry just want’s the best for you.” Hermione said trying to coax
the information out of Draco. Still, he stayed quiet and stared at the teapot.
It was a rather nice teapot, black with a gold design of two koi fish swimming
in a small pond on it. The koi fish swam in soothing circles, one chasing the
others tail and the other doing the same to it. There was long silence where no
one spoke but the tension in the air could be cut with a very dull knife. Draco
could feel Harry’s anger rise with every second of silence thanks to the mark
on his arm. Theo’s words echoed through his head until he could think of
nothing but the sick fantasies that the other boy had whispered into his ear as
he was about to pass out. Things Theo would like to do to him and the worse
part was that Theo had done some of those things to him when he had been Theo’s
Sub. Before Harry had obliviated him and saved Draco. It made Draco cringe
inside at the things he had let Theo do to him.
“Damn you Draco and your stubborn pride.” Harry swore and Draco had had enough
of the tension. He was up on his feet and out the door before anyone could stop
him, tears streaming out of his eyes as he pushed past people who were headed
to the party. Harry had called him Draco. He never called him Draco, it was
always Doll when they were around people they could trust. Draco wasn’t paying
any attention to where his feet were taking him until he found himself leaning
heavily over the railing of the astronomy tower. The view was breathtaking, not
a cloud in the sky. Funny how it would be so easy to kill himself from this
height. How easy it would be to go over the edge and into oblivion. There was
the clatter of feet behind him and he turned enough to see Hermione rush onto
the platform. There was a long moment where he remained hanging over the edge
and her staring at him trying to catch her breath.
“He wouldn’t want you to kill yourself.” She said finally and he blushed.
Turning away he looked up
“My family has a story, a fable of sorts, about how wizards came to be. It says
that we were once angels in heaven but when Lucifer waged war we didn’t choose
a side. When God prevailed, and sent Lucifer and the demons who sided with him
to hell he was unsure of what to do with those who neither betrayed him nor
fought for him. Finally, he decided to send us to Earth, giving us longer than
average lifespans and magic as means to reign supreme over the other beings he
had already made. After all we were once angels therefore we were better than
those who had always been mortal. Malfoy was the name of one of the angels and
so supposedly we are a direct line from heaven.” Draco said without looking
back at his audience. He heard Hermione take a tentative step towards him as
she asked
“Why are you telling me this?” Draco paused as he contemplated why he was
telling Hermione this
“Until now I didn’t put much stock into the story but standing here this close
to the sky I feel like I don’t belong here. Like I’m an angel on Earth.” Draco
said softly. Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder grounding him
“If you decided to try and fly he would mourn you. You know he would.” She said
and he nodded, allowing her to lead him away from the edge and back towards the
door.
“Is Harry going to the party?” He asked softly and Hermione clucked her tongue
“No dear, he’s waiting in the Room of Requirements for you. He’s very worried
and if I tell him where I found you he’ll worry even more.” Hermione said and
Draco wondered if this was what having a mother felt like. If it was he wished
he had a real mother. His had no backbone, never had an opinion that would go
against his fathers or the Dark Lord, never spoke unless spoken to. She was a
coward and Draco would have turned out just like her if he hadn’t become
Harry’s Sub. He knew it because his father would have beaten finished beating
all the fight out of him. He would have been a Death Eater and he would have
completed whatever task the Dark Lord would have set out for him. His father
had barely escaped Azkaban and was essentially at the bottom of the Inner
Circle. He wouldn’t have thought twice about using Draco as a pawn to curry
more favor with the maniac.
“You won’t tell him, will you?” Draco asked worried. He was already going to be
punished for not obeying a direct order from Harry and maybe for fleeing. He
didn’t want to add more if Hermione would tell him about the blatant disregard
for his life.
“I’m sure he already knows where we were, his map tells him where everyone is
at all times and if this year is anything like last year he doesn’t go anywhere
without it. I’m sure he’ll be more worried than anything dear, he cares about
you deeply no matter what you think.” Hermione said and Draco had to agree.
Harry’s map was amazing and a bit terrifying. Not even the Headmaster knew
where everyone was at any given time, he could guess most the time but know for
sure was another thing entirely. When they reached the seventh-floor corridor
Draco tried to slow his steps but Hermione wouldn’t have any of that. She
shoved him into the Room before she entered. The room was the same as it had
been, tea set still on the table, but Harry was pacing nervously. When he saw
Draco, he rushed over to hug the smaller man.
“I was so worried.” Harry said sounding relieved that Draco was once more in
his arms. Draco felt all fear leave him with his ability to stand. He slumped
on top of Harry who scooped him up bridal style and carried him over to the
bed. Harry climbed into the bed beside Draco and Draco allowed himself to curl
into Harry’s side once more.
“Will you read to me again?” Draco asked softly and Harry summoned the book,
found their place and picked up where he had left off earlier. Neither noticed
Hermione slip out with a smile on her face nor when Crookshanks and Casper
curled up at their feet. For now, it was just the two of them in their own
little world where no one expected anything from them.
 
Ginny was furious. Harry had never showed to the party. Weeks of planning
because the stupid boy couldn’t bother to show up. And they couldn’t even tell
who he might be dating because many of the Ravenclaws had opted to stay in
their dorms for the night doing who knows what. Probably shagging a book
knowing the type. Her eyes scanned the crowd once more before she cast a tempus
and saw that it was nearly midnight when the party ended. With a huff, she
stomped off through the crowd toward the staircase to head to bed. After all,
she had to get her beauty sleep if she wanted to look perfect for Harry
tomorrow. She couldn’t wait to get her perfectly manicured hands on Harry
because she would make him rue the day he thought that he wasn’t hers.
Chapter End Notes
     Let's just say Ginny is going to escalate. She's a woman with a plan
     and she'll be damned if she doesn't get what she wants. Honestly I
     thought about actually dosing Harry with the love potion but I'm
     doing that in 'Without You (I Fade Away)' which will be my next task.
     Wish me luck.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
     So I had a little trouble writing the Draco POV because I am asexual
     and have no idea what a healthy Dom/Sub relationship is like. But I
     told myself that I would have this chapter out before July and I've
     (barely) done it. So enjoy!
     (12/10/17) - Chapter changed, please read
Harry was sitting at the Great Hall eating breakfast and reading a very
interesting article in the Quibbler about Fudge’s fall from grace when a
Gringotts owl landed on the table with a letter in front of him. Taking the
letter from the bird he flipped it open to see it was about his inheritance
from Sirius.
Lord Potter,
We request your immediate attention on the matter containing your inheritance
of the Black Lordship and vaults. There have been third parties that have been
trying to access these vaults. Also note that the properties owned by the late
Lord Black should be emptied of all occupants before you claim possession of
them. If you do not wish for this Lordship it will go to the next in line Heir
Malfoy.
May your gold ever flow
Blackheart
Harry smirked pulled a slip of parchment before writing out a reply. Everyone
assumed he had claimed the Black Lordship but in all honesty, he had been
putting off the Gringotts paperwork in hopes that he could pass the lordship on
to someone else. He had been originally thinking Hermione, she currently didn’t
have a title and could benefit from becoming a titled citizen of the magical
community. But now knowing that it would go to Draco he was pleased. He would
let the Lordship go to Draco as they both knew it was only a matter of time
before Draco was disowned. Harry knew Lucius wouldn’t disown Draco until
Narcisa had conceived another child to replace Draco. With the ‘curse’ on the
Malfoy line to only have male offspring Harry knew that the next child would be
an heir. He sent the letter back to Gringotts stating that he didn’t want the
Lordship and to give it to ‘Heir Malfoy’. He was very careful not to refer to
Draco by his name in case someone was watching his mail. He turned back to his
breakfast and briefly wondered where Draco was. It had been several weeks since
Halloween and Draco had been to maybe a handful of meals since. Hermione had
come up to Harry saying that she was having trouble finding Draco and that he
wasn’t studying in the library anymore. He made a mental note to summon Draco
to the Room of Requirements later that week when he had time to sit the other
boy down and really talk with him. Draco still hadn’t told him who had cornered
him on Halloween but he had told him most of what had happened. Harry knew
there was more than Draco was actually saying.
“Hey Harry!” Ginny’s voice caught his attention and he turned to see her wave
him over. He stood and ambled over to the Gryffindor table where Ron and Ginny
were opening a care package.
“There’s some cauldron cakes in here for you mate. Mum made them.” Ron said as
Ginny passed him a box which he took.
“Tell her I said thanks.” He said before heading off to put the box in his
trunk. He would have one later. Ginny and Ron were good friends but they
trusted authority too much and couldn’t keep secrets very well meaning they
couldn’t be trusted with Harry’s plans. But while neither Ginny or Ron could be
trusted much. Harry slipped into the Ravenclaw common room and headed up to his
dorm room to put the cauldron cakes away. On his way through again he saw a
sight that made his blood boil. A seventh year had  his  Draco cornered into a
small alcove, one arm keeping him from escaping as the seventh year whispered
something into Draco’s ear. Draco was pushing at the seventh year’s chest
trying to get the other boy to move while he hissed something back. Harry
wanted to go over there and tear the seventh year away from Draco, wanted to
curse the one who dared to touch what wasn’t his, to touch what was Harry’s.
Draco cast a spell causing the seventh year to real back allowing Draco to
escape and Harry memorized the perpetrator’s face. He couldn’t do anything
right now but he would make the bastard miserable.
 
 Draco knew Harry had seen Hartley’s latest attempts to force himself on Draco.
He knew he would be interrogated for sure this time. So, when the time came for
them to meet that afternoon, he made his trip up to the Room of Requirements at
a snail’s pace. When he entered the room, it was nearly bare. There was a metal
table and a large wooden chair with straps to hold ankles and wrists in place.
The floor was made with smooth stone that seemed to be one piece and most the
corners were dark so he couldn’t see the whole room. Draco didn’t see Harry
until the other man spoke
“I had to ask other Ravenclaws to find out that that man stalks you, touches
you, and flirts with you. Which leads me to believe you need a punishment for
disobedience. I should have heard about it from you, do you understand.” Harry
said his voice dark and dangerous. Draco dropped to his knees and bowed his
head until it was touching the floor. His hands were clasped behind his back.
It was the pose that Harry had taught Draco to use when he was in trouble.
Draco heard the sound of Harry’s black dress shoes on the stone floor and
shivered but didn’t move.
“Strip and get in the chair.” Harry ordered coldly and Draco hurried to obey.
As soon as he was seated in the chair the leather straps wrapped around his
wrists and ankles tightly, nearly cutting off blood flow to his hands and feet.
He felt Harry come to stand behind him and a soft piece of silk was wrapped
around his eyes cutting off his vision.
“What is your safe word?” Harry asked, his voice warmer than the last time he
spoke.
“Bezoar.” Draco replied softly and Harry tapped his chin causing him to look up
even though he couldn’t see.
“Louder Doll.” Harry demanded and Draco repeated the word louder so that it
rang around the silent room. Harry’s touch disappeared and Draco whimpered.
There was no sound and Draco realized Harry had placed a reverse silencing
spell on him. He sat there, deprived of most his senses, for long time. It felt
like an eternity and caused him to squirm. He couldn’t hear, see, or even feel
the wood of the chair. It was like he was stuck in a bubble and he hated it.
They had both learned that sensory deprivation was the worst punishment for
Draco and that most physical punishments was too much for Draco to handle. And
starving Draco of touch for too long caused him to shut down. Draco knew he
deserved this punishment, that it was well deserved as Hartley had been
tormenting him for over two months. Still, it was the worst punishment that
Harry could bestow on Draco which spoke to how severe Harry thought the problem
was. And he was probably right too. Finally, there was the sound of someone
humming startling him. A scratch of a quill was the next sound that he
registered and he realized Harry was slowly releasing the spells that kept his
senses at bay as to not overwhelm him. The scratching stopped and there was the
sound of a chair being pushed back. Then footsteps headed his way and a gentle
touch on his cheek brushing away tears that he hadn’t realized were falling.
“Shhh, Doll, everything is forgiven now. Everything’s forgiven and you were
such a good boy.” Harry said as the leather cuffs disappeared and the hard,
wooden chair beneath him became something softer. He felt Harry sit down beside
him and guessed the wooden chair had become a couch. Harry wrapped his arms
around Draco, pulling the naked boy into his chest. Fingers traced along the
blindfold but Draco pulled away from them.
“Keep it on Sir. Please.” He said, his voice wavering.
“Alright Doll.” Harry relented as Draco crawled into his lap. Draco sat with
his legs spread on either side of Harry’s, his arms wrapped around Harry’s
midsection and his head resting on Harry’s shoulder. It was a position that
they had been in many times and Draco always felt safe like this. Harry
continued to run his hands over Draco’s bare body, helping Draco relax from the
punishment. Draco sighed softly and clutched Harry’s shirt tighter. He wasn’t
sure if he wanted this to ever end and the thought that one day he would lose
Harry, whether to someone who was better for the other boy or to the
Afterworld, caused a shudder to run through his frame.
“Shhh, relax Doll. I’m right here.” Harry murmured pressing chaste kisses up
and down Draco’s exposed shoulder. Draco moaned at the feeling and felt himself
harden. Harry bit down on the junction of his shoulder and his neck, high
enough up that part of it would be partially visible above his collar. Draco
shifted his hips at the delicious feeling as Harry licked the forming bruise.
“You like that don’t you Doll. Like me marking you as my possession?” Harry
asked as one hand slid down to his pucker. A lubed finger circled the ring of
muscles before dipping in shallowly.
“Please, please, please, please.” Draco begged rocking his hips in desperation.
Harry let him fuck himself on the finger for a moment before gripping Draco’s
hip in his other hand. Draco keened, his grip on the back of Harry’s shirt
tightening as his relief was denied.
“Shhh, relax. I’m going to take care of you.” Harry said curling his finger to
find Draco’s prostate. When he struck it, Draco cried out and came all over
their stomachs. Harry carefully slid his finger out as the smaller boy’s body
trembled in the afterglow of his orgasm. Harry leaned back until he was laying
against the end of the couch with Draco in his lap. Slowly, to the blissful
feeling Harry rubbing his ribs, Draco drifted off to sleep.
 
Ginny was furious. How long does it take an idiot like Harry to eat at least
one cauldron cake? He was so infuriating, unable to follow the simplest
suggestions. Why Dumbledore thought he would kill He Who Must Not Be Named was
beyond her. Harry was an idiot, plain and simple. How he didn’t get himself
killed with the challenges that Dumbledore set up each year was beyond Ginny’s
comprehension. I mean sure, he had her brother and Hermione helping but Ron was
also an idiot and Hermione was under so many compulsions she would do anything
Dumbledore told her to whether she actually wanted to do it or not. Ginny
flipped through the sixth year potions’ book when she landed on something that
might actually help her more with her current problem. Felix Felicis was
supposed to be incredibly hard to brew but would also give her the edge she
needed to get her man.
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