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Amore Schiavo	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 39164 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Harry woke to the feel of Draco’s body writhing on the bed in front of him.

He grabbed the blonde’s hips to still them, then heard something he hadn’t been expecting.

“Mm, Master.”

The breathy word, barely more than an exhalation, didn’t sound anything like the Draco he’d grown familiar with over the last several days. Just how much of Draco did the spell leave behind?

“Draco?” Harry asked warily, releasing his hips.

Draco turned around, and smiled sleepily. “Master.” He repeated, his arms coming up to wrap around Harry’s neck. “I was just dreaming of you.”

Uh-oh. This was NOT Draco.

Harry gulped. “Draco, are you okay?”

Draco nodded. “I’m fine, Master.”

“Why are you calling me Master?”

Draco frowned. “Because that’s what you are, Master.” He answered simply.

“Can you call me Harry?” Harry asked.

“Harry Master?” Draco asked, looking confused.

Realizing that that was probably the best he was going to get, Harry gave up on trying to get Draco to use his name.

He got up. “Draco, take a shower and when you’re done, get dressed. I’m going to see if we can figure out what went wrong.” He ordered.

Draco got up and walked into the bathroom, and Harry heard him turn on the shower.

Harry quickly slipped into the pajamas he hadn’t worn the night before.

He walked over to the desk he’d been using for the few school assignments he’d had to do, and quickly wrote a note to Dumbledore, then called for Dobby.

After having Dobby deliver the note, he waited for Draco to finish his shower, pacing.

Once Draco could be heard moving around in the bedroom, Harry opened the door, and winced. Draco obviously needed more instruction then he’d gotten. “Draco, you need to dry off before getting dressed. And dry the floor, too.” Harry said gently, holding out Draco’s wand. “You can use this wand for any spells you need to cast from now on. You do remember the drying charm, right?”

Draco nodded and put down the shirt he was about to pull on, drying the floor, then himself, as well as the damp trousers he’d pulled on before drying.

Harry sighed. Apparently Draco was going to be rather dependent on him for a while.

After a few more moments, Harry heard a knock on the door and got up to answer it. He let Dumbledore in as Draco walked out of the bedroom.

“What seems to be the problem, my boy?” Dumbledore asked, folding his hands in front of himself.

Harry gestured at Draco. “Sir, I think the spell went wrong. Draco’s acting… Odd. Not like himself.”

“Harry Master?” Draco questioned, looking at him in confusion. “Can I be of service?”

Dumbledore nodded. “I see. What binding did you use?” He asked.

Harry shrugged. “Amore Schiavo. Sir, is there any way to fix this?”

“Amore Schiavo?” Dumbledore looked at him, surprised. “And did it not occur to you that to properly invoke that binding, you need to be at least a little bit in love with each other? I’m afraid there’s nothing to be done but allow the spell to settle naturally. Intimacy may help. Sex magic is one of the axes of magic that particular binding operates on, after all. Once it is settled better, he should return to his normal mindset. I think you’ll need another week in here for that, at the very least. I’ll have your homework assignments brought to you by Dobby. I shall leave you both now, I can’t be missing for long. Treat him well, My Boy.” He said, laying a hand on Harry’s shoulder and nodding to Draco before he left.

Harry groaned. “Great.”

Draco walked the few feet separating them and again inquired: “Can I be of service, Harry Master?”

Harry sighed. “Yes, Draco. Order us both breakfast, will you? I’m going to go get ready for the day.” He said resignedly.

*****

Harry sat, reading through the book they had used once again, looking for some way to fix the problem they were having. Sadly, the book was proving less than useful, since it apparently assumed that only those in love would attempt the spell, and had not included any clues for what to do in Harry and Draco’s case.

He was absently running his hand through Draco’s hair as he read, and Draco was leaning against his chair, eyes closed in contentment. He sighed, closing the book. There would be no help from there.

Draco opened his eyes and looked up at him. “Harry Master?” He questioned. “Is something wrong?”

Harry shook his head. “No. I just wish I knew how to fix this predicament we’re in.”

Draco’s expression grew worried. “Am I displeasing to you, Harry Master?” He asked softly.

“No.” Harry assured him. “Come here, sit on my lap, Draco.” He urged, pulling the blonde close. “No, you please me, believe me. I’m just… I want you to act like you used to.” He smiled to himself. “Snarkiness and all.” He finished.

Draco nodded. “I’m sorry, Harry Master. I WANT to be pleasing to you, I really do.” He insisted.

Harry gulped, realizing that having a Draco in his lap that really wanted to please him was having a rather predictable effect on his libido. Surely Draco would feel that effect soon, if he hadn’t already.

Draco shifted, and looked up at Harry. “Can I be of service, Harry Master?” He asked, shifting again.

Harry flushed. “Um, Draco, I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do just because I want it.” He told the blonde.

“But I want to please you, Harry Master.” Draco insisted.

Harry thought for a moment. Dumbledore HAD suggested that having sex would help the spell to settle, and really, what did he have to lose? Draco had already consented to it once, and really, by becoming Harry’s slave he’d consented to sex anytime Harry wanted it. He nodded. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” He decided.

Draco beamed. “Yes, Harry Master!” He got up and walked into the bedroom, Harry following behind him.

Harry walked in to find Draco standing by the bed.

“Undress, and get into bed.” Harry told the blonde.

Draco quickly pulled his clothes off, and lay down in the bed as Harry removed his clothes more slowly, watching the Slytherin’s comfortable sureness in his own body. Draco had been proud of his body before, but this was a simple lack of modesty. This Draco had no concept of pride in himself. “Am I pleasing to you, Harry Master?”

Or maybe he did, his pride just seemed to hinge on what Harry thought.

Harry smiled. “Very.” He assured the other teen, laying down beside him and taking the time to notice that Draco was barely even hard. He winced. “Do you want this, Draco?” He asked, just to be sure.

Draco nodded. “I want to please you, Harry Master!” He said.

Harry nodded. “Well, I want to please YOU.” He said, and slid down the bed to take Draco’s semi-hard cock into his mouth.

Draco’s back arched, and his hands reached down to tangle into Harry’s hair. “Oh! Harry Master!” He cried out.

Harry felt the cock in his mouth immediately gain more interest in the proceedings, as it lengthened and grew in his mouth rather quickly. He sucked and licked, using every tool at his disposal to bring Draco to full arousal as quickly as he could.

Draco writhed and whimpered beneath him, the occasional “Harry Master” falling from his lips as Harry worked.

Once Harry was satisfied that Draco was fully interested, he pulled himself back up the blonde’s body, reaching for the lube Draco had brewed.

Draco smiled at him happily. “Thank you, Harry Master!” He said breathily.

“Oh, we’re not done yet.” Harry assured him.

Draco spread his legs. “I can please you now, Harry Master?” He checked.

Harry nodded and brought his lubed hand to Draco’s entrance, sliding one finger in slowly. “You’ll please us both, Draco.” He told him.

Draco arched at the slow press of the finger inside him, then pressed back against it. “Yes.” He breathed.

Harry gulped, watching Draco’s face. It was so open compared to the last time they’d done this. Every thought running through Draco’s head, which, admittedly, all seemed to share a common theme of late, was laid bare for Harry to see. He added another finger, and Draco’s mouth fell open as Harry found his prostate and began rubbing it, gently.

“Harry Master!” Draco whined, hands fisting in the covers beneath him.

“I’m right here, Draco. Right here with you.” Harry assured him, adding a third finger and stretching him as best he could. Draco hadn’t seemed to be in any pain that morning, but there was no reason to tempt fate. If he HAD been hurting, he probably would have ignored it in favor of serving his Master.

Harry pulled his fingers free and lubed himself, then guided his hard length into Draco.

Draco gasped at the first press, his arms and legs wrapping eagerly around Harry and holding tight. “Yes, my Harry Master!” He said, making it sound like a prayer.

Harry laughed a bit at that, the sound coming out a bit strangled.

“Harry Master, are you all right?” Draco asked.

Harry nodded. He looked down into Draco’s face. “You’re so beautiful.” He said.

Draco smiled blindingly. “Thank you, Harry Master! So are you.” He returned.

Harry shook his head. “No, I’m not. But thank you for saying so. It was sweet of you.” Although normally Draco would have taken offence at being called sweet, no doubt, THIS Draco simply smiled and nodded.

Harry tried to remember exactly what position he had found to stimulate Draco’s prostate the night before, and he knew he’d found it when Draco gasped and his arms tightened around Harry’s shoulders.

Harry leaned in and kissed Draco as the blonde moaned, swallowing the sound up in his own mouth and feeding Draco a moan of his own.

When they broke the kiss, both of them were panting heavily, and little sounds of pleasure were escaping Draco with every exhalation.

Harry was buoyed by the thought that at least he could give Draco this, even if the blonde wouldn’t accept anything romantic from Harry. Even when he got back to normal (if he ever did, but Harry wasn’t going to dwell on his doubts), the sex would still be something they could both enjoy. He’d just have to make sure the blonde was never left wanting.

Harry reached down and began stroking Draco’s cock, keeping time with his thrusts. The action divided his attention, which was good, as he had been in danger of coming too soon. The distraction tactic worked, and his impending orgasm was held at bay for a while longer.

Draco gasped and his legs fell from around Harry’s waist, spreading wide, leaving him as open to Harry’s touch as he could be. He moaned loudly, head tossing wildly.

Harry stared down at Draco’s open display of wanton pleasure, struck by how beautiful he was in his responsiveness, so willing to give Harry whatever he wanted. All Harry wanted was to please him, to give back what he could in return.

Draco arched into Harry’s touch, keening. “Harry Master, please! Please!” He gasped out.

Harry tightened his grip on Draco’s cock, wondering why the blonde hadn’t come yet. He hadn’t taken this long last night, Harry was sure.

“Please!” Draco sobbed, tossing his head and grasping frantically at Harry’s shoulders.

Harry’s thrusts faltered for a moment as realization struck him. Maybe what Draco needed was permission? He leaned close to Draco’s ear and whispered: “Come, Draco. Come for me.”

Draco screamed and came wildly, bringing Harry off with him.

Harry collapsed next to Draco, bonelessly. He was starting to hate the spell. What was the point in making someone so dependent on another that they couldn’t even come on their own?

Draco rolled onto his side and laid his head on Harry’s shoulder with a sated smile. “Thank you, Harry Master.” He said happily. “Did I please you?”

Harry smiled at him, wrapping an arm around Draco. “You did.” He assured the blonde. “Was it good for you?” He asked.

Draco nodded. “Yes, Harry Master! It was very good!”

Harry got up and fished in his pockets until he found his wand and cleaned them both with a quick spell, then pulled his clothes on. “As much as I’d love to stay in here all day, I have work I need to do. You can stay in bed for a while if you want, I’ll be out in the other room if you need me.” He said, leaving the room and going out to sit at the desk.

He looked at the pile of homework he still had to complete and sighed. Staying in bed with Draco was certainly the more attractive option, but he really needed to get his school work done.

*****

Harry had been working for about twenty minutes when Draco came out of the room, still naked.

Harry looked up and blinked in surprise. “Did you want to put your clothes back on? You can, you know.”

“I don’t mind being naked around you, Harry Master. Did you want me to dress?” He asked, cocking his head.

Harry shook his head. “No, it’s fine. If you want to stay naked, that’s okay with me.” More than okay, it was welcome, but he wasn’t going to say that.

Draco walked over next to Harry and sunk down onto his knees beside the chair Harry was using. He laid his head on Harry’s thigh and just sat there, seeming perfectly content.

Harry smiled and began carding his fingers through Draco’s hair as he read through the section of the book that would hopefully help him complete his essay.

When the spell did settle, he knew he’d miss this side of Draco. But perhaps that was for the better. Having seen this side of the blonde, he was going to find it hard not to fall for him. And when Draco came back to himself, that was the last thing he’d want.
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