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Title:
Ligature

Author:
Abremaline

Rating: NC17

Pairing:
Draco/Harry or Harry/Draco. (not quite sure which on this one)

Disclaimer: I�m
still not Rowling, I still don�t own them. Neither am I in anyway whatsoever
affiliated with Geddes & Grosset publishing house. (and honestly I only
stole 60 words, I don�t think they�re really going to get head up over that,
but a disclaimer was necessary nonetheless.)

Summary: (Complete)
Draco tries to make some of the �old magic� work once more.

�Ligature was the use of magic to make a
man impotent. This could be done by witches by tying a knot or knots in a
length of cord and keeping this hidden. The spell could not be broken unless
the cord was located and the knots untied.� (ref: pg 265, Witchcraft, Geddes
& Grosset.)

Ligature

Ligature was the use of magic to make a
man impotent. This could be done by witches by tying a knot or knots in a
length of cord and keeping this hidden. The spell could not be broken unless the
cord was located and the knots untied.

Another method of ligature involved the
giving of potions the male. See knot.

(Ref: Pg 265
Witchcraft, Geddes & Grosset)

Draco flipped to the page about knots,
mostly it contained information of how best to avoid the spell on your wedding
day. Not quite what Draco wanted, though it did contain some hints that he
thought would come in handy for what he was trying to do.

The potion that he would need had been
figured out months ago and all the ingredients had been collected, including
the semen of one Harry Potter. This last not the easiest thing to acquire at
all. He had no less than twenty prostitutes of differing genders, colouring and
body shapes, all had failed to even come close to acquiring said ingredient. In
the end Draco had simply broken into the man�s bedroom and had stolen his bed
sheets. Much easier that way, and very lucrative as he had also acquired the shoelaces
for the knots that the book was referring to as a way to repel the spell.

Why he had thought to grab those he didn�t
know. But he was very glad he had, as it seemed he would need them for some
extra assurance that the spell would work. In fact, he thought, they
would be perfect as the �rope� to tie the knots into. Seven knots was what
he had calculated from the information, that would easily fit into the
shoelace.

With this last thought he threw the stained
sheets into the potion and once it had been simmering for twenty-four hours he
would take it off the flame then add the shoelace to soak. By all logic, that
Draco could see, there was no reason why this wouldn�t work.

Several days later, Harry Potter discovered
that Draco Malfoy was quite right. Though, he didn�t realise that was what it
was at the time. He only knew that he couldn�t �get it up.� He also knew,
beyond any doubt, that it was increasingly aggravating. He needed some release.
He still had the urges, just not the ability to appease those urges. He slid
his slicked hand over the limp penis once more, thinking every smutty thought
he could muster, hoping against hope to get some reaction. Nothing. Nothing at
all, it was as limp as when he had started and now the urge was worse than it
had been before.

The frustrated scream that broke forth was that
of an animal in pain.

Two months later Draco Malfoy watched on in
pride as Harry Potter became more and more pissed off everyday. His anger and
frustration was so tangible it was as though you could just reach out and touch
it. And, in actuality, Draco could touch it. He stroked the shoelace in
his pocket once more, delighting as the other man�s knees buckled beneath him
and his jaw clenched up tightly to prevent another scream from bursting forth.

A month after that was when Harry Potter
trashed his house. At that particular moment he knew, he would fuck anything if
only he could muster the ability to do so. �And bloody fucking Draco Malfoy,
Doesn�t FUCKING HELP!� he yelled out as he hurled the lounge chair full force
into a wall.

Draco Malfoy stood outside the door to
Harry Potter�s house, with his ear to the wood. Every crash of another piece of
furniture destroyed was like music, it was possibly the most beautiful thing he
had ever heard. That is until the shout blaming him for making it worse. This
last was just� exquisitely erotic. He opened the door in time to see a
three-seater lounge smash against the wall. �A little frustrated are we?�

�Malfoy. Get the fuck out or I�ll spear
your head on the god damned lamp stand!�

�I don�t think you want to do that.�

Harry looked on in confusion as the blonde
smirked and held up a knotted shoe-lace. What this shoelace was meant to
signify Harry had no clue, although obviously Malfoy thought that he should. �I
don�t want to spear your head on the lamp stand or you�ll strangle me with a
shoelace?� Malfoy had lost it, Harry was certain of it. That is, he was, right
up until the blonde slowly began to fondle the shoelace. �Oh holy�not this. I
can�t. You? FUCKING HELL.�

The lamp stand went hurtling across the
room crashing loudly into the broken pieces of the lounge. Just at the moment
Draco slipped one of the knots loose, never once taking his eyes off Harry
Potter as the other man began to feel a stirring for the first time in months.
His face all at once looked relieved and doubly annoyed. �Interesting thing
isn�t it?� he spoke quietly while running a nail over the crease in the
material where the knot had been. �Old magic, called �Ligature� apparently.
Seven knots in a potion soaked rope or string to make you impotent.�

Harry�s mind was reeling. Malfoy had done
this? No wonder none of the doctors had been able to find the cause of his
problem. It all made a twisted kind of sense now. If it wasn�t for the
crippling fact that for the fist time in months he was feeling blood rushing to
his dick, he would have killed Malfoy. As it was though, he could only stand
there frozen by the sensation of that thumb nail moving over him. �No.
Moving over the shoelace.� he reminded himself.

It was fascinating and seductive, watching
Harry feel physically turned on for the first time in months. His face flushed
slightly, his eyes lightly closed in an internal debate and his fingers were
gripping at the material of his pants as he tried vainly not to do anything embarrassing
in front of Draco. Yes. Absolutely the turn on Draco had known it would be when
he had devised this plan several months ago.

He scraped his nail down the length of
string to slip the second knot undone.

Tingles rushed over Harry�s body. After his
enforced celibacy, it felt ten times better than anything ever had before. He
opened his eyes to watch Malfoy�s thumb move in slow circles along the
shoelace, his torso mirroring the feel of every caress that soft pad made. A
sigh of relief escaped his lips and Harry knew without a doubt that whatever
control he still retained over his own mind would be gone with one more knot.

Draco�s thumb circled absently as he looked
on amazed at Harry�s reaction. The green eyes opened slowly looking straight at
him, as though they were begging and pleading for something. Although, whether
they were begging for him to stop or begging to be released Draco couldn�t
tell. He was captivated though. He moved his fingers up and down the string
slowly. He nearly moaned himself when the other man�s head tilted back and an
almost inaudible sigh reached his ears.

Draco bit his lip as he untied the third
knot, with less care this time than he had given the others.

�Oh, oh.� Harry cried out as he felt his
cock harden, it was as though he were Malfoy�s blow up doll or something. He
should be hexing the blonde man, but right now all he could think about were the
feelings rushing through his body - thousands of sensations that he had almost forgotten.
His brain shut down and all that existed was his body, Draco Malfoy and a
knotted shoelace. �Please��

The sound of that single word plea sent
shivers racing just under the surface of Draco�s skin. The string hung lifeless
from his hand, his own mind felt as hazy as he imagined Harry�s would be by
now. Dazed and not completely sure of what he was doing, the blonde man walked
to where the other stood shaking in pleasure that hadn�t been touched him for
so long now. He had to see though; he needed to witness more of what he had
created in Harry.

He had no idea what kind of a reaction he
would receive as he began to remove Harry�s clothes. The man was not nearly as
gone yet as Draco would have considered necessary for this step of his plan.
However, he wasn�t entirely in control himself anymore.

One button came free revealing a pink flush
that delved downwards. Draco groaned. His other hand rubbing the string it
still held without his brain even fully comprehending the fact.

Harry�s breath choked in his throat. He
knew it was the shoelace that Malfoy was rubbing, but the knowledge didn�t
change the way it felt at all. It felt like one hand was rubbing his against
his cock, pressing against it. He opened his eyes to remind himself that it
wasn�t real, and not to embarrass himself. What he saw didn�t help him any
though.

The look on Malfoy�s face showed with
absolute clarity every ounce of the man�s desire. It made it all worse. Harry�s
blood raced as he watched the pale pink lips move forward to kiss the skin as
it was revealed.

Harry tasted like nothing that could be
described; he tasted just how Draco had known he would � like Harry Potter. The
strength, the power, the person that he was - it was all there in the taste of
his skin. He had wanted this for so long now, that when Harry shakily undid
Draco�s shirt, he nearly lost it completely. Soft hands, unsure of their
permission to be where they were traced the lines of his body. The touch was so
light that it felt like a butterfly skittering lightly across the surface of
his skin. But with eyes that spoke of a retained innocence, of want and need,
and something else Draco couldn�t quite grasp.

Draco�s skin was so soft; it felt almost
unreal to the touch. Like the feel of a mirage, as though he wasn�t really
there. But he was there, and he was in complete control of Harry�s body.

Harry slid his hands around to grip onto
the line of his back. When he pressed his hands in like this, he found that he
could feel all the muscle concealed beneath the fragile exterior. All sinewy
line and strong muscle, that was how Draco felt, and when Harry pulled the
other man against him like this then he smelt of fresh rainwater, expensive
cologne and that certain something else that could only ever be called simply
�male.�

The husky whisper in his ear ghosted and
sent shivers along his spine. �You�ll have to prepare me Harry. Please, tell me
you didn�t destroy your bed yet.�

Draco undid the fourth knot. Delighting at
the reaction he caused. The nervousness he had been seeing before was almost
instantly replaced by something distinctly wild. Hands held onto his back more
forcibly than before, fingers rushed to rid Draco of his trousers and then they
gripped onto the cheeks of his arse as Harry awkwardly moved them both to the
floor.

�Stuff the bed.�

The voice was a growl that purred
erotically, resonating through him. Draco reached over for his discarded
trousers and hurriedly hunted the pockets for the lube he brought, handing the
tube over to Harry when he found it.

Harry prepared Draco as carefully as he
could, which was easy under the circumstances. The want and desire coursing
through him was animalistic in its nature he wanted to possess, to take, to
have. But some part of his rationality was still with him, holding him back.
The shoelace, the next knot that was what was holding him back. But, even as
nature overtook him, and he bit into Draco�s skin � everywhere that he could
reach, he was thankful for that next knot. For the last piece of his ability to
hold himself, for the capacity to not hurt the man he had loved from afar for
so long now.

Harry was thankful that he might even be
able to remember the sight splayed out under him. That of Draco Malfoy (who
should have been in control of this) rapidly becoming as undone as Harry himself
currently was.

Draco knew he wouldn�t hold out much
longer. That mouth that was everywhere at once, and the man above him�Harry
Potter, vainly trying to hold onto his control so that he could still be the
righteous loving hero, never forceful, not Harry Potter. It was�.Draco couldn�t
even think what it was, he needed to be joined though. He did know that.

Draco untied the fifth knot. Groaning in
satisfaction at the feel of absolute rightness that overtook him as Harry cried
out and moved to be inside of him.

Harry didn�t know what he was doing. He was
caught in a primal need, made that much worse by all the time he had been
denied release of this exact need. Worse still by the feel of Draco�s many
limbs wrapped around him all pulsing, pressing rhythmically in time.
Encouraging him always to go faster, harder�Harry didn�t even know what he was
building up to anymore. He just did was his body - and Draco�s demanded. He
kept pushing in again and again, always faster and harder.

A hand needily grasped Draco�s cock,
pumping it in time with the heated rhythm they had built up. His hands still
encircling behind Harry�s back Draco hurriedly untied the sixth knot and Harry
went into frenzy trying to drive himself as far into Draco�s body as was
possible.

When Draco undid the seventh knot, Harry
felt it throughout his entire body, as though he himself had been untied.

Harry stilled as far inside Draco as he
imagined possible as when he came with a scream that Draco thought might bring
the roof down on them, he took Draco with him.

How long they lay in that position just
panting, unmoving neither knew. It seemed forever before their brains finally
floated back to them.

�You know you only had to ask, if this was
what you wanted.�

The puffed whisper hit Draco like a
jackhammer. �You mean you would�ve�?� comprehension floated slowly over him.
�Next time I will then.� He paused, �I didn�t fancy the idea of having to make
that potion again.�

Harry didn�t know what to more to say after
that. So he just laughed as he moved to sleep comfortably upon his new lover. Cuddled
up together on the floor of his destroyed lounge room.

The End
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