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Chapter Ten�Like A
Month�s Waiting

�� Draco
sighed as he tasted Harry�s mouth, properly, for the first time. The other
times that they�d done this, he�d been so focused on easing the lust that
filled his body that he hadn�t thought about anything else.

�� Now he
could appreciate the curve of Harry�s jaw beneath his hand, and the way Harry�s
stubble rasped against his palm, and the heat located behind his front teeth.
Draco wondered why he had stubble. Did he not shave regularly? Had he been in
too much of a hurry that morning, because he had been frightened of Draco, to
shave?

�� Draco
wanted to know everything.

�� He shifted
and leaned forwards so that he forced Harry, gently, to widen his stance and
permit Draco between his legs. He sighed again as their cocks bumped together.
He was still aware of the distant desire to tear Harry�s clothes off and plunge
his cock into him. It was�persistent. More persistent than Draco would have
liked.

�� But now he
felt as though he had woken up, or broken out of fever into health, finally.
His body knew what it wanted, but his mind was in control. He was free of the
curse, he thought, without Harry doing anything. That must be it. How else
could he bear to go so slowly, to tease Harry�s tongue into a response the way
he was doing now?

�� Not that
Harry wasn�t admirable for wanting to help, even if he hadn�t done anything in
the end. Not that Draco still didn�t want to lock him up in a room and keep him
safe forever. No one had the right to threaten Harry, or touch him, or approach
him. Draco could bring him all the food he needed, and give him all the
touching he wanted, all the worship he needed, although he probably wouldn�t
phrase it that way.

�� As soon as
they were calm again and had spent themselves, Draco would explain that plan.
He had no doubt that it would meet with Harry�s full approval.

�� He nudged
his cock forwards again, and then reached a hand down from Harry�s face to his
arse, tracing Harry�s crack with one finger. Harry bucked against him, making a
vague sound. Draco smiled into his mouth. He would have thought it the surprise
of a virgin if Harry hadn�t said that he wasn�t one.

�� Burning
rage tightened a crown around Draco�s head, but he managed to banish it with a
deep breath. No, no, Harry had said that he hadn�t been with anyone in a while.
Just because others had broken him in didn�t mean they�d broken him, or
tarnished him. What was left of him was Draco�s to enjoy.

�� And what
was left of him was quite a lot, Draco thought, gathering up Harry�s erection
in one appreciative hand and giving it a squeeze.

�� Harry cried
out again, and then somehow leaned his head back so that his mouth broke free
of Draco�s. Draco frowned and adjusted his angle. He had thought he had
prevented that from happening, in any way. Harry was more clever and more
flexible, both, than Draco had given him credit for.

�� Draco felt
his anger melt into an adoring smile a moment later. Yes, Harry was clever and
flexible and had every other virtue. Draco knew he did. He forgot sometimes,
when the curse was active or when he remembered the old days when he had hated
Harry, but something was always there to remind him. He slid his hand slowly
and adoringly around Harry�s shoulders, coaxing him forwards.

�� Harry�s
eyelids fluttered. For a moment, Draco thought he would let himself be coaxed.

�� And then he
shook his head and broke free again. Draco sometimes thought that he didn�t
have to be quite that determined. If
Harry would listen to his body and to Draco sometimes, he would have a fuller
life than he did right now.

�� Draco,�
Harry said. Draco loved the force and the emphasis he put behind his name, as
if he could say the same word over and over again. Well, in a few minutes he will be, Draco thought in contentment,
and didn�t turn his head to look down the corridor towards Harry�s room because
he didn�t want to lose a moment�s glimpse of Harry�s eyes. �This isn�t you.�

�� Draco
sighed. He had been sure that Harry would start something tiresome the moment
his mouth was free�an excellent reason for keeping it occupied�and he had been
right. He slid his hand teasingly around Harry�s hip and stroked it there. He
had found a sensitive spot, he knew at once, because Harry let his eyelids
flutter again. He shook his head sharply, though, and seemed to fight his way
back to consciousness just when Draco had counted on rendering him sleepy with
pleasure.

�� This isn�t
you,� he said more fiercely. He was turning to the left as if he wanted to
break out of the circle of Draco�s arms, and Draco didn�t see why that should
be. He tightened his hold, and Harry rolled his eyes and gave up for now. �It�s
the curse. You don�t love me. This is
ridiculous.�

�� Draco
winced. The words hurt, hurt like
glass knives stabbed into his heart. But he would repeat the truth as many
times as necessary to get Harry to understand, he promised himself. The problem
was that Harry couldn�t see into his head and so he didn�t know that Draco was sincere and the curse had vanished.
Draco could only tell him in words.

�� Well, he
would make words enough.

�� I love
you,� he said. �It�s not ridiculous. Yes, I was blind for a long time, stupid,
but the curse is gone now, and I can see and hear and feel and think and feel. I love you. I want to lay you down
on the bed and lick your ears until you come from that alone.� He knew Harry
had sensitive ears. He had watched the ways Harry shivered and startled when he
was near them before. �I want to be inside you and make you shudder and cry
from the pure, exquisite pleasure of it. I want you to be inside me and staring
down at me with that expression of wonder I know you�re going to wear, even if
you�ve been with other people before, because this is me and you never thought you would see me in this position.� The
crown of jealousy was around his brows again, pressing, but after Draco let
Harry fuck him, he knew that Harry would never be tempted by anyone else. Draco
was a good fuck. �I want to hold you and know that you�re not going to move as
we sleep away the Sunday morning together. All of that. That�s only a small
taste, but that�s what I can fit into words right now,� he ended.

�� Harry�s
eyelids fluttered again. Draco held his breath, and hoped.

*

�� Harry
wanted to give in with an intensity that surprised him.

�� It was all
the fault of that bloody weakness he had confessed to his mind, if no one else,
before, he thought grumpily. He wanted to be the center of someone�s attention,
someone who wanted him for himself. The curse made Draco do that.

�� Or so it
seemed. That was the problem he had to keep in mind: that the curse only made
Draco seem to want him, that the real Draco would have liked nothing more than
to run away screaming before he kissed Harry, and that this was only a new and
strange manifestation of the curse.

�� Or maybe
not so strange, when Harry thought about it. The curse would do anything to
make sure that its victim accomplished the rape of the object. That meant that
it could have shifted to suggesting new tactics to Draco because the older ones
weren�t working. If Harry could be seduced, then the curse wouldn�t forbid
that. It would make his own suggestions and thoughts seem sane to Draco, the
same way that it had made it him think it was sane to rape Harry earlier.

�� Draco�s
thoughts were warped and bent and twisted by the bloody thing. He was doing and
thinking everything under its influence, and nothing he said or did could be
trusted. He was incapable of keeping that in mind for himself right now, so it
was up to Harry to be his conscience, his guide, his monitor.

�� But how
hard was it, when the words Draco spoke were the most romantic ones he had ever
heard, and made him want to surrender immediately?

�� They�re romantic because magic�s acting in
his brain, Harry reminded himself yet again. I don�t think Draco would be romantic like that naturally. And that�s
all the more reason to hate the curse, because I�ll never have the chance to
find out what he acts like and says on his own.

�� Harry
reached up, swallowed, and then tore Draco�s hand free from his face. He would
have to move more delicately with the one on his cock, he thought. He opened
his eyes and saw Draco staring at him from inches away.

�� Please,�
Draco said, though Harry could hear no breath behind the word. Only his lips
shaped the plea.

�� Shadows of
desperation were growing in Draco�s eyes. He might have been starving with food
only a foot away, or dehydrated, with water lifted high above his head by an
uncaring Azkaban guard. His hands on Harry trembled, and Harry knew that, as a
result of the curse�s strange manifestation, that he was the one with the power at the moment. Deny Draco, and Harry
would hurt him, or at least inflict a cruel wound.

�� Harry
hesitated again. He had never wanted to hurt anyone. He had become a research
wizard out of interest in and love for his obscure field, but he hadn�t been
opposed to helping people when he could. Causing pain deliberately was against
his nature, against his own integrity as a human being.

�� No, you idiot! Start arguing with yourself,
and the curse has already won!

�� He was
still debating, unable to stop or think clearly, when Draco kissed him and
apparently took it on himself to make up Harry�s mind for him. His hands were
moving again, stroking Harry�s tangled hair back, sliding into his pants so
that he could touch skin to skin where his cock was concerned. Harry�s mind
hazed. He knew that the way Draco squeezed and stroked him was really no more
skilled than the touches of any other lover he had been with, but it seemed so.
And this was Draco, whose face Harry had seen so many new expressions on in the
past few days.

�� Draco, who
would hate and despise what he was doing if he could be in control of himself.

�� Harry dug
deeper and deeper down for his resolve, even as Draco caressed his hipbone and
found that bloody weak spot, even as Draco�s tongue stroked in precise
movements and Harry�s head spun and pleasure flowed straight to his toes. His
orgasm was rising, and it felt as if Draco would tear it out of him if he
didn�t stop touching Harry soon.

�� His body
was all in favor of coming. It would only last a moment, and it wouldn�t
matter, because it was Harry�s orgasm and not Draco�s. Harry could feel his
tunnel vision closing in from all sides. He could feel his head bobbing forwards
in surrender, his eyes shutting helplessly. It wouldn�t matter. He could come,
and then his head would clear and he could deal with everything afterwards.

�� Draco�s
fingers closed in a hard pinch on the head of his cock, and Harry screamed. The
sound and the sudden pain made him fly backwards again.

�� It does matter, because the curse is using
Draco�s hands and mouth to make me come. I won�t use him as�as some sort of
fucktoy. He�s still a human being, who should have some sort of fucking choice
about what he does and who he does it
with!

�� His shame
was scalding, and Harry shook his head with more strength and less effort than
before, pushing himself off the wall this time and away from Draco completely.
His body immediately missed Draco�s hands, but his body didn�t get to cast the
deciding vote. Harry was back in control now, calmly settled in himself, no
matter how much it might have hurt, and he was going to do the right thing.

�� No matter
how much he may have regretted it.

*

�� What does it take to convince him?

�� Draco was
getting a bit exasperated now. Harry just kept backing away like a skittish
virgin, and since Draco knew he wasn�t, that left only the possibility that he
didn�t want Draco as much as Draco wanted him. Perhaps he was going to go find
someone else, or he had a lover he hadn�t told Draco about.

�� Draco�s
lips parted in an automatic snarl.

�� But no, it
couldn�t be that, because he trusted in Harry�s honesty. He had to trust in
Harry�s honesty, as a matter of fact. If Harry had lied to him before, it was
such a good lie that Draco had never suspected it.

�� Draco,�
Harry said. His tone was low and reasonable, despite his wild eyes and hair.
Draco wondered if perhaps his sex drive was abnormally low, because he could
sound like this in the middle of a session of lovemaking. Well, that was
another problem Draco would be happy to help him with. �You aren�t this way. It
isn�t you. I promise you it isn�t.�

�� You can
say that all you like, but your body responds to me,� Draco said, deciding to
talk about the one undisputed piece of truth between them. He stalked forwards,
making sure that his hips moved in slow circles. He had had more than one
former lover�and all of them would be former, now�tell him that that it made
him devastatingly hard to resist. And Harry�s eyes dropped to his hips and
lingered there for a moment before he wrenched them away.

�� Draco
wanted to growl, except that he wouldn�t do anything that undignified. What did
he have to do to get through that
tough skull of Harry�s?

�� Yes,�
Harry said. �And I nearly gave in and took advantage of you. But not right now.
I know that you�re still under the curse.�

�� Draco
smiled. �No. It�s gone.�

�� That made
Harry give him a hard-eyed, suspicious stare, instead of the joyous smile that
Draco had been sure would appear when Harry heard the news. �Really,� Harry
said. �What made it vanish?�

�� Draco
sighed and reached out, intending to trail a hand down Harry�s arm. Harry
backed up so that he hovered temptingly just out of reach, and another of
Draco�s brilliant plans failed. �What does it matter?� he asked in irritation.
�What matters is that we�ve spent more time together than any other cursed pair
have, and we�re both still alive, and I want you so much that it�s destroying
me from the inside.� It did feel as though his liver was burning up now, his
lungs crisping with the force of the fire denied. He was hungry. He had to have
Harry.

�� I bet
that�s it,� Harry muttered. �If no other cursed pair spent this amount of time
together without a rape or a murder happening, then it would make sense that the
curse has to change form, and that no one else reported it.�

�� Draco
purred. This sounded more positive. He wanted to encourage Harry in that line
of thinking. �Come on,� he whispered. �If we�re free, then that means that we
should enjoy ourselves. You deserve a reward for all your hard work. Who else
would have stood by me in a crisis like this? You see that my own father thinks
your death is the answer, and my mother thinks mine is. You�re the only one who
cares about me right now, Harry. You�re the only one I can trust. And I promise
you, I trust you more and I want you more than anyone I�ve met in my whole
life.�

�� Harry
himself might not have been aware of the way he hesitated when Draco spoke
those words, but nothing could make Draco more aware of Harry than he was. He
smiled and edged closer.

*

�� God, Harry
wanted to give in.

�� It wouldn�t
hurt much, would it? He could yield, and he would still be the good person he
had always thought he was. Draco spoke with such sincerity that Harry could
believe him if he wanted to, and no one would blame him. He could�

�� God, you�re stupid. Thinking with your cock.

�� Harry bowed
his head, his conscience once again throwing a bucket of cold water over his
libido. Why did he keep wavering towards temptation, though? He knew the curse
was still there no matter what Draco said; in fact, it was in the curse�s
interest to have Draco deny it, so that Harry would be convinced and yield. The
curse only existed to make Draco plunge his cock into Harry and then jerk him
back and forth between sanity and lust, growing more violent whether it was
satiated or denied.

�� But yielding now would give him some
lucidity back for a short time, and it might be enough time to let us find a
solution.

�� That was
another excuse again. Harry took a deep breath and drew his wand. Draco watched
him with narrowed eyes, but he looked satisfied when Harry aimed the wand at
himself and not at him. Perhaps he thought Harry was going to cast a charm that
would remove all their clothes and take them to his bedroom.

�� Harry cast
the Cold Water Curse on himself.

�� He cried
out as it settled into place around him, a chilling burst of purest pain that calmed the passion in his
chest the way a hand might snuff a candle flame. He bent at the waist,
shivering, his skin pebbled with the cold. Yes, it hurt, and yes, he should
never have needed it, but the point was, he could actually think clearly now.

�� And he
raised a barrier between him and Draco the moment he realized that he could. It
was what he should have done in the first place. Force them apart, and then
Draco couldn�t carry through this mad plan to seduce him or whatever it was,
and Harry couldn�t touch even if he was tempted.

�� Draco
slammed his palms flat against the shield, his face open and aching with
disbelief. Harry swallowed several times and reminded himself that the pain
done to Draco would ultimately be worse if he gave in, no matter how good it
might feel in the short term. Draco would awaken from that interlude to his
normal self, and he would feel like vomiting or worse when he realized that
Harry had raped him.

�� No,� Draco
whispered. �No, please, Harry.�

�� Harry had
heard less sincere begging from Ron or Hermione when they asked him to
reconsider giving up on Auror training. He swallowed again. �I can�t,� he said.
�Please, Draco, try to understand.� And then he stopped and shook his head.
What kind of nonsense was he talking, speaking as though Draco was in control
of his actions and was capable of
acting rationally?

�� I can�t
understand,� Draco said promptly, seeming to find hope in his headshake.
�Harry, we need to discuss this. Lower the barrier and let me touch you.�

�� Harry shook
his head again, this time more determined. �This is the curse,� he said. �It
is, no matter how much or what you might feel at the moment��

�� I love
you.� Draco�s eyes were bright and frantic and sincere.

�� Be that as
it may,� Harry said with an effort, �I can�t touch you without raping you. I
can�t let you make me come without using you. I won�t violate your mental
integrity that way. It would make me no better than the people who cast the
curse.�

�� I told
you, the curse is gone. I love you. I love
you.� Draco slid to his knees on the other side of the barrier, and Harry
closed his eyes, aching, this time, with the humiliation that Draco couldn�t
feel for himself. �Harry, let me through, please. We don�t have to fuck, not if
you don�t want to. You could let me hold you, and I would whisper sweet things
in your ear all night long and sleep with you. Just sleep,� he added hastily, though Harry hadn�t even voiced his
objections yet. �That�s all. We could wake in the same bed. I think I need
that. Please, Harry.�

�� Harry shook
his head a third time. �I have to disbelieve what you�re saying, Draco. The
curse is talking, not you.�

*

�� But the
curse is gone.� Draco felt that
statement as a great truth, and he hated not being able to communicate it to
Harry. To him, it was the most obvious thing in the world. He knew he loved
Harry now, had fallen in love with him during the past few days, and that he
should have been able to speak to him as one lover did to another, speaking
truths beyond the reach of the world. That he couldn�t was heartbreaking.

�� And Draco
really did feel as if his heart was breaking. He winced and put a hand on his
chest, feeling it ache as though someone was slicing through his heart with a
savage knife. He whimpered and tried to bow his head, but the bloody barrier
was in the way.

�� He had to
be close to Harry. Just touching him, like he said, not even fucking him, not
even making love to him. He would be ripped apart otherwise. The knife had
gone, and in its place was emptiness. He was so hungry.

�� Harry,
please,� he said. �I have to.�

�� It�s the
curse,� Harry, his beloved, stubborn, damning Harry said, watching him with the
eyes of a judge. A doubt crept into Draco�s empty chest and flourished there.
Did Harry really love him? He must not, or he could never have cast Draco into
this horrible solitude and left him. �That�s all. I�m sorry, Draco. I�ll try to
think of a spell that will bring you back to sanity, but with this new form the
curse has taken, I don�t know how��

�� Harry,�
Draco said. �I�m so hungry.� The
hunger was growing, overpowering everything else. �If I can�t have you, I�ll
have to have something else.�

�� Harry
stared at him, expression suddenly wary. �I�ll stop you if you try to break
through the barrier and rape me, Draco.�

�� Never hurt
you,� Draco rasped. His throat was dry, the saliva gone. He bent his head and
ran his tongue up his arm, hoping to see the trail of wetness left behind, and,
when none appeared, to feel the blood beneath. He still had liquid in him. He
was still moist, if he really tried to be. He hurt. �Hurt myself before I hurt
you.�

�� And it
wasn�t enough. He was so hungry, and he had a source of food all around him,
and really, what else was he good for, if Harry didn�t love him enough to be
with him?

�� He bit down
into his arm, enjoying the way his teeth went deeper and deeper, enjoying the
way the blood welled around them, because the pain was a sensation to dig into
the emptiness in his chest and make it vanish, because he stopped being so
hungry when he bit�

�� Because
Harry took down the barrier, and was beside him in a moment, crying out and
cursing and cradling him in his arms.

�� Draco
turned his head and kissed Harry. He kept it to a soft, sweet kiss, so it
wouldn�t frighten Harry. He would go slowly. But he needed to be with Harry
more than he had ever needed anything in his life, and if Harry didn�t stop
muttering over his bleeding arm, then Draco would make him pay attention.

�� Harry said
something in a distracted tone. Draco only heard part of it, and that part was,
�Somnus.�

�� He went to
sleep, to his surprise, the darkness closing in. But it didn�t take Harry away,
to Draco�s surprise and gratitude; he danced with a willing Harry in his
dreams, and they were together in every possible way.

*

�� Kiroko: The
spell only recognizes Unforgivables cast against someone of Malfoy blood, not
those they cast against someone else. It�s a distinction that Narcissa didn�t
mention to Harry, since she thought he would implicitly understand it.

�� I have the
last chapter of Chosen Chains finished; it�s just editing it that�s the short
part, given that it�s 40,000 words long.

�� luvlustblood:
That�s what Harry thinks, though Draco doesn�t agree.

�� W�lkchen:
Narcissa might just have wanted to shut out all sounds from below while she
played. ;)

�� The curse
would not usually progress this fast, but usually, the victim and the object
don�t spend that much time around each other.

�� RosieRaven:
Thanks for reviewing.

�� SP777: Even
then, Harry might wonder what had changed between them.

�� mrequecky:
Thank you!

�� Vibora:
Yes, but that�s only an illusion, as Harry recognizes. Draco actually isn�t any
more sane; he just thinks he is.
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