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Amore Schiavo	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 39221 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Draco finished fitting the silver blade onto the jade hilt, cast a spell to bind the pieces together, and smiled. The dagger was complete. He held it up, admiring it. It would only be used the one time, but it was almost too beautiful to set aside for good afterward.
He looked over at Harry and his smile faded. It was time to tell him. “Harry.” He called out.
Harry looked up from the newspaper he was reading. “Yeah?”
Draco held up the blade. “Whenever you’re ready to do this, I’ve finished my blade, and I just have the potion to complete. The sooner, the better, remember.”
Harry flushed. “Oh, right. Erm… D’you think we’re ready yet?”
Draco raised a brow. “Are you comfortable with the idea of owning me?” He asked.
“Not really.” Harry admitted.
“Then the spell will fail. You have to be ready and willing to do this. Understand that above all, what this spell will offer me is protection that I need. You’re not just taking my freedom from me, you’re giving me your protection, as well. The exchange is fair, in my eyes. I WANT this.” Draco said, getting up and walking over to Harry. “I want to belong to you.”
Harry nodded. “Right. And we’ve got two days left.”
“I’ll spend today brewing the potion I’ll need to drink to attune my body to your will, and the lube we’ll need.” Draco told Harry with a smirk.
Harry flushed. “Okay.”
Draco walked away before conjuring a table and setting up his cauldron, busying himself with his brewing.
Harry watched him, thoughtfully. Honestly, Draco’s constant assurances that this was what he wanted had helped some. Harry was feeling more sanguine about the ritual, and he was nearly at peace with the idea.
Draco looked up from his ingredients and raised an eyebrow. “What part of this, exactly, are you still taking issue with?” He asked conversationally, still working on his chopping and dicing as he spoke.
Harry sighed. “It’s not that I’m against it, anymore. It’s just that I can’t quite wrap my mind around the idea that you want this. That you’re freely choosing it.”
Draco sighed. “Are you going to deliberately hurt me? Are you going to make my life a living hell after I become yours?” He asked.
Harry blanched. “NO! Why would I?!”
“Riddle would. Cruciatus is one of his favorite spells for punishment, I’ve heard. And I’ve seen my father after meetings enough times to believe it. I don’t want that. Given the choice between serving him or serving you, is it really that surprising that I’d choose you, and be totally okay with complete servitude? You know that once I’m yours you can give me as much or as little freedom as you want.” Draco told him. “You’re an inherently GOOD person. I trust my chances with you more than with him. My life is safer in your hands, and I know you won’t let me fall by the wayside. Besides that, can you honestly say that you think your friends would trust me without this spell in place?”
Harry laughed. “They probably won’t even trust you WITH this spell in place!” He pointed out.
Draco shrugged. “All the more reason to do it, then. YOU’LL at least trust me, right?”
“I already am, in doing this. You could be lying, and this whole ritual could be some ploy to tie me to you, not the other way around.” Harry pointed out.
“You read the book.” Draco shrugged, adding something to the cauldron. “If you don’t think it’s telling the truth, why agree to it?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “I believe you. I’m just not sure my friends will trust you. At least, not at first.”
Draco put down his knife and started stirring. “That’s not my problem, is it? It’s theirs. Now be quiet. I need to concentrate.”
Harry sighed, leaning back in his chair. He could do this. Draco needed it. And really, what was there to worry about? He’d be the one in control. DRACO was the one who stood to lose everything.
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“Done.” Draco sighed, setting down his stirring rod.
Harry sat up straighter, his eyes losing the glazed look they had gained sometime in the last half-hour, when Draco had brought out a second, smaller cauldron, and began working on two potions at once. “What’s the second one?” He asked.
Draco rolled his eyes. “Lube, of course. I’ll not have you using lotion for my first time. We needed lubricant, so I brewed some. I DID say I would, right?”
Harry’s face flamed. “Oh, right.”
Draco pulled out two vials and filled them, then cleaned up the cauldrons and his supplies.
“Is there anything special I need to remember while we’re doing the ritual?” Harry asked, as Draco cleaned the table off and put everything away in his trunk.
Draco seemed to think for a moment, then shook his head. “Not really. Just be sure of yourself. And make sure you know what you’re getting into. I don’t want this to fail. Without my blood ties to my family, I’ll be vulnerable. I want that state to end quickly, which means this ritual needs to work the first time we try it.” He looked at Harry searchingly. “Can you promise me all the things the book said, and do it willingly? Be sure.”
Harry nodded. “I can provide for you, Draco. That’s not a problem. And I swear I’ll protect you, no matter what.”
Draco smiled. “Then we should be fine.” He said, then came to kneel in front of Harry. “I want to try something, before we do the ritual. Let me?” He asked.
Harry frowned. “Let you what?” He asked.
Draco quickly opened Harry’s trousers and freed his cock, then looked up at Harry. “Let me see if I’m any good at this.” He challenged, before taking it into his mouth.
Harry cursed, trying to hold his hips still as Draco’s mouth closed over him. Well, THAT hadn’t been what he was expecting! Not that he was complaining, because, really, who would?
Draco chuckled around his length, and Harry gurgled, his eyes rolling back in his head.
MERLIN, but that felt good!
Draco wasn’t sure what he’d been hoping to accomplish, but the rush of power he felt when Harry cursed and grabbed onto the armrests had been an unexpected perk. He couldn’t hold back a smug chuckle, and Harry seemed about to spontaneously combust at the extra sensation of vibrations around his cock.
Draco decided that this wasn’t too bad, and he hoped Harry would let him do this in the future. This could be the closest thing to power over him he’d ever get, but that was fine by him. He’d just wanted to try it once without the ritual in place, to find out if he liked it. It wasn’t bad.
Harry’s hands tangled in his hair and his hips bucked, once.
Draco held them still, not wanting to gag again. THAT part had been decidedly unpleasant. He could do without it, thanks. He brought his hand up and wrapped it around the base of Harry’s cock, stroking the part he couldn’t quite fit in his mouth as he sucked.
Harry was moaning loudly, biting his lip in an unsuccessful attempt to keep his noises quiet.
Draco began stroking and bobbing his head faster, wanting to make Harry come.
Harry’s hands in his hair tightened, and he began to tug on the blonde strands. “Draco, I’m going to come!” He warned.
“Mm-hm.” Draco hummed smugly, mouth still full, and Harry was lost.
Harry shouted as he came, Draco swallowing every drop before pulling away, looking very self-satisfied.
“Well, that wasn’t too bad.” The blonde said, tucking Harry back into his pants. “I wouldn’t mind doing that again.”
Harry was panting. “WARN me next time!” He said.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “I do believe any repeat performances will be your idea to begin with. After all, we’re doing the ritual soon, aren’t we? We could do it now. We’re both ready.”
Harry flushed. “Oh, right. Um, you want to do it NOW?”
Draco nodded. “That would give us a day and two nights to get used to it before you have to leave.” He said. “It’s not ideal, but it’s better than nothing.”
Harry shrugged. “I suppose we might as well. Are you ready?”
Draco nodded. “The first part has to be done by me. The cutting of ties. You just need to be there in case something goes wrong.”
“Wrong, how?” Harry asked warily.
Draco rolled his eyes. “I don’t know. I’ve never done this before. Just make sure I don’t die.” He sneered. “But first,” He gestured to his trunk, “I have to give you all my worldly possessions, which are in that trunk, except for three things.” He opened the trunk and pulled out a scroll. “I have an owl, Hermes. I’ve explained the situation to him, and he’s smart. He’ll come to you next time you visit the owlery, as he’s yours now, and you need to send him to Gringotts with this,” He said, handing the scroll to Harry. “That will transfer my personal vault into your name. It’s not much, but it is—was—mine. I need to use the wand once more before I give it to you.” He said.
Harry nodded. “Okay. So, we’re really doing this now?” He asked.
Draco smirked. “Do you remember the phrase you need to speak during it?” He checked.
Harry nodded. “I memorized it.”
“Good.” Draco got the blade out and placed it on the table. He swept his wand over his torso, murmuring, “Vide vincula familiaria.”
Harry watched as three strands of silvery-white emerged from Draco’s chest, two leading towards the room’s fireplace, and one slightly less substantial one leading down through the floor.
Draco put down the wand, picked up the dagger, and glanced at Harry. “Stay back until I’m done.” He told him.
Harry nodded. “I will.” He promised.
Draco sliced the blade downward through one strand, the second thickest, and winced, a muffled grunt escaping through bared teeth. “Ow.” He murmured, looking at the thickest strand. “Here goes nothing.” He said, and swung the dagger again, cutting through it. He cried out, falling to his knees, the dagger falling from his fingers.
Harry took a step forward.
Draco’s head snapped up. “Stay back!” He snapped. “I’m not done yet.” He said in a softer tone. He picked up the dagger and eyed the remaining strand, the faint one that disappeared to the floor. “Goodbye, Sev.” He whispered, before slicing through the last strand. A full-body shudder wracked him then. “Harry, I need you!” He gasped out, holding out his arms.
Harry rushed forward and dropped to his knees in front of him, enfolding Draco in his arms, holding him as the blonde shook. “Are you okay?” He asked.
Draco nodded. “I WILL be. Just… Give me a moment.” He said.
Harry held him for a few more moments.
“I think we can continue now.” The blonde said softly.
Harry rose and helped Draco stand.
Draco handed over the wand and the dagger, then straightened and cleared his throat. He looked into Harry’s eyes and spoke a long stream of flawless Italian, reciting the ritual words declaring him Harry’s property and asking for protection and care, in exchange for fealty and servitude.
When he was done, Harry set down the wand and dagger and picked up the vial of the Will Alignment potion Draco had brewed earlier and held it to Draco’s lips.
Draco had explained that for Harry’s will to become his own, the potion had to be ingested by Draco, but from Harry’s hand.
Draco drank the potion obediently, staring into Harry’s eyes until the last swallow, when he closed his eyes.
Harry drew in a breath for courage, and, praying that he pronounced everything correctly, recited: “Io prendo in mia custodia tu.” A wave of heat engulfed them both, and Harry sighed in relief. He’d gotten it right.
Now, the only thing left to do was the consummation. He grabbed the vial of lube from the table and led Draco into the bedroom.
Draco let Harry press him back onto the bed and swallowed loudly, spreading his legs and flushing. “Be gentle with me.” He whispered.
Harry smiled. “Of course.” He said, then leaned in for a kiss. He used one hand to open the vial of lube while the other snaked down Draco’s body to wrap around his cock, stroking him to hardness.
Draco moaned into the kiss, his arms winding around Harry’s neck. He sucked in a gasp as Harry’s now-slick fingers found his entrance, one pressing insistently before sliding inside, carefully searching out his prostate.
He shivered when Harry found it and pressed down on it, his finger rubbing gentle circles against it before a second finger joined it. Harry scissored his fingers, stretching Draco’s entrance.
Draco pulled away from the kiss to moan when two fingers became three, and Harry watched his face for any signs of pain. He’d gotten this far already, but now it was time for something more, and he gulped, his dry throat making a strange clicking noise as he tried to swallow.
He removed his fingers and slicked himself. “Ready?” He asked Draco.
Draco took a deep breath, his arms moving from around Harry’s neck to rest on his shoulders, and nodded, once.
Harry pushed forward.
Draco let out the breath, slowly, feeling his body stretch impossibly wide to accommodate Harry’s length, and shut his eyes against the pain of the entry.
Once Harry was fully buried within him, Draco sucked in a dizzying breath, and shifted a bit, wincing. “Just… Hold still for a second.” He said tightly.
Harry nodded, his head falling forward to rest on Draco’s shoulder as he panted, arms braced on either side of the blonde’s head.
Draco shifted again, as the pain faded to be replaced by a dull ache. “Okay.” He said. “You can move now.”
Harry pulled nearly all the way out, and slowly pushed back in, and Draco couldn’t see what all the fuss was about. Maybe from Harry’s perspective it felt good, but HE wasn’t getting much out of the experience.
Then, Harry’s next thrust brushed against his prostate, and his eyes widened. “There! Do that again!” He breathed.
Harry tried to find the right angle again, and Draco groaned. “No, not there.”
Harry chuckled. “This isn’t as easy as it looks.” He said in apology, and then hit that spot again.
“There it was again!” Draco said, crying out when Harry hit it again. “Yes! Right there!”
Harry had finally found the right angle, and was hitting the right spot with every inward motion of his hips.
Draco clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, leaving bloody crescents in their wake, as he cried out in pleasure with every thrust.
Harry freed one hand and reached down to stroke Draco’s cock, bracing his weight on his other arm in order to do so.
Draco arched his back and a strangled mewl escaped his lips as Harry’s hand on his cock and Harry’s cock battering his prostate drove him to climax.
Harry cursed at the wild undulations of Draco’s passage around his cock, and came, his hand slipping free of Draco’s cock just in time to save him from crushing the blonde beneath his weight, as he felt the thrum of magic around them.
He lowered himself to the bed next to Draco, who curled his body into Harry’s.
“It’s done.” The blonde sighed happily. “Thank you, Harry.”
Harry smiled. “You’re welcome.” He replied, before drifting off to sleep.
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