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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1
- 2-Chapter 2
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Draco Malfoy would not leave Harry alone.
It started a couple months after the end of the war, after Harry had spoken for him at his trial.
First it was minor, a hesitant hello in the streets, to which Harry would nod politely and pick up pace.
Then one day at the pub the blonde decided to take up seat next to him. Again, Harry nodded his acknowledgement, downed the rest of his drink, and left.
To Malfoy's credit, he wasn't being obnoxious.
However, all Harry could see was a man who changed a little too late.
All he could see was the faces of Dumbledore and Snape. Even of Fred, and Remus.
Had Draco decided to man up a little sooner they could have prevented the whole bloody damn thing.
Harry knew he was being unreasonable. The war was not Malfoy's fault. He didn't bring back Voldemort, nor did he kill anyone with his own hands.
But Harry hated him nonetheless. Almost as much as he hated himself.
Harry was stocked full of hatred these days. His friends had to walk on eggshells around him.
He didn't understand why they still hung around, but he did appreciate it, even if he couldn't show it.
The sad truth is that Harry had been prepared to die that day. There was nothing left for him here.
Now, Harry wasn't suicidal, not by far. He wasn't one to bitch out of life under a bottle of pills.
Instead he turned to reckless carelessness, which ironically made him feel more alive than anything.
From the way he drove to the way he ate to the way he did his job, Harry was a man to be feared.
He was not afraid to die and everyone knew it.
Criminals raised their hands in surrender from a mile away when they saw him coming.
Yet the blonde in question was oblivious to the dark ugly silhouette that Harry carried alongside him.
Harry barely gave the time of day to his friends, so it puzzled him to see the blonde act as though they were long time buddies.
As though he didn't bloody ruin everything because he was too stupid to act.
Apparently Malfoy was still as dumb as ever as he stood knocking on Harry's door.
Harry knew who it was, could sense Draco's magic as he was able to do with everyone.
He surprised himself by getting up to open it. Half curious, half ready to give the blonde a very valuable lesson.
Anger aside, Harry prided himself in his control as he opened the door to peer down into the nervous grey eyes.
He said nothing, allowing the other man to drown in his own discomfort as he visibly tried to form words.
"Can we talk?" Draco spits out nervously, juggling his weight from one foot to the other.
Harry sighs openly. Clearly Malfoy had been working up the courage to ask that question for months.
"Say what you need to say Malfoy. Get it all out so you can bloody stop pestering me like some lost child."
"Can I come in?" Draco boldly asks next.
Harry was both annoyed and surprised by the nerve.
"We are not friends and we never were. Stop acting like it." Harry's patience was waining.
"Yes.. no.. I know that but I just need to.. please?" Draco ends awkwardly, embarrassed but determined to say his piece.
Harry fumed silently as he opened the door wider to allow the blonde entrance. Aside his anger curiosity peaked. What did Malfoy need to say so badly?
He did not offer the man a seat nor refreshments. For all intents and purposes he acted as though he still had Draco by the door.
Realizing this, Draco takes a breath and says the words he had said to himself a million times already.
"I just want to know why you did it." he says hurriedly.
"Did what?" Harry responds, arms crossed. He had done a lot of things.
"Why did you defend me?" Draco clarifies.
Harry studies the man in front of him. He was not the well kept, pompous pretty boy that had pranced around the halls at Hogwarts.
This was a troubled man with many unanswered questions. After a moment Harry responds.
"I don't know. What does it matter?" he says uncaringly.
"It.. it matters to me." Draco insists.
Again, Harry takes his time answering.
"Why do you think I did it?"
"I don't know that's why I'm asking." There was no hint of sarcasm in his voice. He really had no idea.
"Perhaps it was a mistake." Harry had no interest in easing the other man's discomfort.
"Perhaps, but that still doesn't explain why you did it." Draco was persistent.
Harry had to admit he was surprised by the blonde's total lack of self preservation.
"I did it for Albus... and Snape." Harry attempted to hold back the words that came next, to no avail.
"Don't you dare think it's because you deserved it."
Harry is pleased to see pain in the other man's eyes.
"I know I don't." he says hollowly.
"Is that all?" Harry asks, unmoved, ready to return to his solitude.
Draco says nothing, nor does he budge from where he stood.
Harry's patience was at its end. Even now the other man had no backbone with which to speak his mind.
He grabs the blond by his shirt and lifts him inches from the ground.
"You're useless you know that?" he says angrily, his face inches from Malfoy's.
"At least your father had a pair." he spits.
Draco does nothing to set himself free.
"I'm not afraid of you." he finally says to Harry, finding his resolve.
This brings a smile to Harry's face, though there was no mirth to be found. He was simply amused.
"No surprise there. You're just stupid is all." he says coldly, grip tightening on Draco's collar.
"I know."
Harry angers further as the blonde accepts his taunting. Was he trying to make Harry out to be the bad one?
"What the fuck do you want Malfoy?" Harry asks, shaking him threateningly. Draco can feel the angry buzz of Harry's magic as he tries the man's patience.
"I want what I deserve." Draco finally spits out.
That did it.
Harry uses his grip to toss the blonde into the table.
"What you DESERVE? What the FUCK do you think it is that you think I owe you blondie? Tell me."
Draco struggles to regain his breath but manages to form a single word.
"This."
Harry pauses, finally trying to wrap his head around what it was that Malfoy wanted.
Draco Malfoy felt guilty for the part he had played.
"This, Malfoy? This is what you want? Someone to beat the shit out of you for what you did so you can stop hating yourself?"
Harry's voice dipped low, the way it did whenever he encountered the sort of scum that didn't deserve the light of day.
"I wont stop hating myself, I promise." Malfoy laughs darkly, relieved that he had finally spoken the words that he had been thinking for so long.
"Hmm." Harry would be lying if he said he didn't love the thought of putting Malfoy in his place.
Wandlessly he binds the other man's wrists and ankles so that he is spread eagle in mid-air.
Draco groans, hanging his head in relief. Yes, this is exactly what he wanted.
As the seconds go by Draco continues to wait. The silence is so heavy the he is tempted to crane his neck around to see if Harry was still there. But he doesn't, he just waits.
Eventually he hears footsteps, and then sees the feet of the man in question appear in his line of vision.
Harry pulls Draco's head up by his hair and looks coldly into his eyes.
"Well, if that's really what you want, I can't say the thought doesn't excite me." he smirks.
Draco bites at his lower lip.
"Yes, please."
Harry observes the flush in Malfoy's cheeks and smiles mirthlessly once again.
"Well, since you asked so nicely."
He lets go of Draco's hair and slowly and deliberately moves his hands down to unbuckle his belt.
A laugh bubbles up as he hears Draco's breath quicken.
"Wow Malfoy, never would have thought you to be a pain slut. Just look at you." Harry gestured to Draco's crotch. The other man was half hard.
Harry whips his belt out through the loops of his pants. Draco groans softly, eyes still glued to Harry's feet.
"Would you like for me to whip you with my belt Malfoy?" Harry taunts, finding it hard to believe that this was truly what the other man wanted.
"Please." This time his response was barely more than a whisper. Draco was humiliated. But at the same time, he knew that this was what he had been craving for a very long time.
Harry cracks the belt through the air and Draco jumps as much as his binding allows him to.
"Don't tempt me Malfoy. I'd gladly beat you bloody." Harry warns. And he meant it. He hated the other man, perhaps even unreasonably so.
"I'll take whatever you give me." Draco responds determinedly.
Harry laughs again.
"You'd be begging for me to stop before a minute has passed."
Draco glares, though his gaze remains lowered.
"Try me."
Harry vanishes Draco's clothing, every single piece, and is pleased as the other man's blush deepens.
But Draco says nothing, biting further into his lip as fear begins to form in his chest.
But this is what he wanted, he wasn't going to back out now.
Harry slowly walks out of Draco's sight as the blonde works to quell his panic.
Draco knew it would come, but the first lash still takes him by surprise and he cries out in pain, eyes watering instantly. Harry had not held back.
Harry watches the welt deepen immediately into an angry red bruise across the pale skin of Draco's back and he sobers slightly.
"Have you ever done this before Malfoy?"
"N..no" Draco grounds out.
"And this is still what you want?" Harry asks skeptically.
"Yes." he responds, slightly more confident. He needed this.
Harry hmms thoughtfully as he delivers three more lashes in rapid succession.
Draco groans in pain once more, but realizes in the back of his mind that Harry had not used as much force this time, and he was grateful. Otherwise, he really may have started begging within seconds.
"Why me?" Harry asks.
"You hate me enough to do it." Draco responds shakily.
Three more lashes. Draco scrunches his face in pain, the metallic taste of blood assaulting his tongue as he accidently bites through his lip.
"I do. I really really do Malfoy." Harry's anger swelling in the pit of his chest.
"But so do lots of other people..." he continues.
Draco starts as he feels Harry's fingers on his back, tracing the marks that he had just put there.
"Maybe I should give Ron a.."
"NO! Please no, not him." Draco interrupts him before he could finish his sentence.
Draco feels terror as imagines that scenario. He never considered that Harry would make a social event out of this. He panics in his restraints.
Harry responds, "Oh? But he would just LOVE to have a chance to take some stress out on your hide.", now tracing the length of the welts with the offending belt.
"Please don't" Draco begs. He curses to himself as his imagines the shame.
"Why not?" Harry pushes.
"He'll... he'll take it too far."
Harry steps back and cracks the belt across the welts he'd already made, using as much strength as he had the first time.
Draco cries out openly, tears making their way down his face.
"And I won't?" Was that a challenge? Harry wondered, cracking the belt this time across Dracos' arse.
Draco scrambles to put his thoughts together. Why did he want this from Harry but couldn't bare the thought of Weasley hurting him so?
"I.. I don't know." he responds, unable to come up with a good answer, and hangs his head in submission.
Harry whips him several times more, admittedly enjoying the uncharacteristic submission from the man in front of him.
Draco groans and cries out, but has yet to ask Harry to stop.
Harry wanted to see him beg.
Beg the way he should have at his hearing.
Yet when Draco begins to sob Harry halts.
In this moment he realizes how tightly his hand was clutched around the belt. His fingers had cramped into that position and his shoulder ached from swinging.
He looks up at Malfoy with eyes anew.
The pale skin was completely covered with angry red welts, from neck to knees.
Surely Draco's skin was on fire, yet he continued to allow Harry to beat him.
Harry releases the binds and immediately retires to the kitchen for a glass of water. He needed to clear his head.
He had lost control, and Malfoy had let him.
His anger was now replaced with guilt. Part of him hoped that Draco had left as he walked back into his living room with another glass of water in hand.
Unfortunately the blonde in question was still there, on all fours with his head bowed right where the bonds had released him. He was silent, though his body still shook with sobs.
"Here." Harry says awkwardly. His discomfort grows as the blonds looks up with red, puffy eyes and a bloody lower lip.
He says thank you as he takes the glass from Harry's hands and downs it greedily.
"Why?" Harry asks once again.
"I deserve it."
So this really was what Malfoy wanted. This is what he felt he deserved.
Guilty or not, Harry couldn't find the words to disagree with him.
"Er.. do you.. feel.. better?" Harry asks awkwardly, anger drained.
"A little, I think." After a moment Draco adds,
"Thanks for stopping."
"You're welcome.. I think.." Harry responds, slightly confused. Malfoy probably did have a good point. Ron would have beaten the blonde bloody.
When Draco finally gets a hold of himself, he conjures some clothing and stands up shakily to carefully put them on.
With the intense emotion out of the way, the awkwardness was hitting heavy. With a nod, the same bloody polite nod he had been giving Harry all this time, Draco departs without another word, leaving Harry to try and process what the bloody hell had just happened.
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