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Chapter Twelve�Overwhelmed

�� Harry
lifted his head to do a quick, professional sweep around the room the moment he
and Draco came out of the Apparition. Unusually, they had been able to Apparate
right into the middle of Clothilde Castle, instead of having to walk in from
outside. Harry wondered what kind of pure-blood witch would trust her guests to
come through her wards like that.

�� Then he
remembered Helena Clothilde�s reputation, and grimaced. Someone who wants excitement on a few nights of the year more than she
wants safety. I do recall reading that she had tight wards up most of the time.

�� All right?�
Draco�s knuckles grazed along his left shoulder blade, a tickling touch that
made Harry want to squirm and arch into it, or else step away. He held himself
still enough to do neither and turned to smile at Draco instead. For whatever reason,
Draco was still suspicious of him�and Harry could admit that it was probably because
of the magic he�d shown off yesterday. Flinching away or acting skittish would increase
the suspicion.

�� Yes,�
Harry said in Brian�s voice. �Just making sure that I know where all the exits
are, so you can make a quick one if I manage to embarrass you with my dancing.�

�� Draco�s
eyes narrowed a little. �But you won�t, will you?� he asked, and his voice had
become one that reminded Harry of Narcissa�s, chill and soft as snowfall. His
arm went out, his hand settling on the small of Harry�s back. He leaned nearer,
probably intending to make Brian tremble with his breath brushing against the
shell of his ear. �I�ve seen the way you can dance. After the Estival, don�t
tell me that you won�t be able to manage a simple pavane.�

�� Ah, but
does Clothilde Castle favor the simple pavane?� Harry got his revenge by
whispering into Draco�s ear in turn. And he did
shiver, whilst Harry managed to look as if he remained calm and unaffected.
�I had heard that the mistress sets many traps, and having a dance change in
mid-step is one of them.�

�� Draco
wrenched himself away, but left his hand in place, and stared directly into
Harry�s eyes for a moment. Harry stared back calmly. He had been around enough
Legilimens in the past few years to know in an instant when someone could read
his mind, and Draco couldn�t. He was simply trying to yank the secrets out of
Brian by the sheer force of his presence.

�� The
competitive gleam in his gray eyes, which almost turned angry as he surveyed
Brian, reassured Harry. There was already a distance between them. Whether the
best happened and he managed to get Draco disowned in two weeks, or whether it
was the worst and he simply had to vanish, discarding the Brian identity along
the way, Draco was unlikely to press the matter further and try to find him.

�� I�m
starving,� he said, turning around to face the table on the far side of the
room, behind a scene of milling pure-blood wizards, where the food waited. �Both
for a taste of food and for the taste of opposition. Are you coming?�

*

�� Draco could
not believe how angry he had become, and how quickly. Brian had really done
nothing more than turn the game Draco was trying to play back on him, and then
give him a quick-eyed glance of contempt that showed how little he relished
such game-playing. But most of Draco�s partners were so eager for his attentions�at
least by the time they came to this stage
in a relationship�that that had never happened before.

�� I want him, Draco thought, stepping up
so that he could walk beside Brian and leave no doubt in the minds of his
observers that they were together. I want
to conquer him, I want him to give himself to me, I want to know the truth of
who he is, I want to make him tell me
the truth, I want him to acknowledge me as his equal�

�� There were
so many longings that Draco found his mind spinning as he tried to name them
all. He had never felt such intense and variegated desire.

�� He did have
to pause, then, and wonder whether Brian�s magic could have created such a
desire in him. Could this be the extreme of sexual longing caused by enough
power? Or could he have taught himself a spell that would seduce the person who
was part of the family he probably hoped to get revenge on?

�� But Draco
prided himself on not being simple to
please. There was no one thing Brian could have focused the spell on to ensnare
him, and so far as Draco knew, attraction spells were impossible to cast
otherwise. They needed a scent, a lock of hair, a certain way of speaking, to
begin the enchantment, and then the victim would convince himself he was falling
in love after he had become attracted
to that initial focus.

�� Falling in love? His father�s skeptical voice
echoed through his head. This was Draco�s own tool of concentration, the one he
used whenever he thought he was getting too far into a business transaction or
a conversation and losing his composure. There�s
no need to suspect yourself of that,
and you know that Brian couldn�t simply have compelled you to fall in love with
him. That�s not the way it works. Step back and look at the situation
rationally. Don�t let your irritation at his coolness control you.

�� So Draco
stepped back and looked at the situation rationally as he kissed the hands of a
few witches in passing and fetched himself one of Clothilde�s exquisite
chocolate confections from the food table. �And he saw a man whom he wanted and wanted to
want him back. That was probably the simplest of his desires.

�� Draco
smiled wryly into the chocolate as he watched Brian leaning on the table and
entertaining the small talk of a young wall-eyed wizard, one of the Greengrass
family, who probably thought he was wildly courageous for approaching Brian. What is the way to make him want you back?

�� Make yourself irresistible, in all aspects.
You know he admires courage.

�� Draco
dusted crumbs from his hand, a slight movement that brought the attention of
the conversational partners to him. He stepped forwards and bowed to the young
wizard. �Care to dance?� he asked, in a voice of normal volume that
nevertheless caused a perceptible drop in noise around him.

�� The young
wizard promptly went pale and looked as if he would sick up. He backed away a
little from Brian, gaping. �I�� he said, and then snapped, �No! I�m not gay!�

�� Excuse me,�
Draco said, smiling at the young man. �An easy mistake to make.�

�� An undercurrent
of laughter moved through the watchers as the youngster fled. Though they had
to disapprove of the sexual choices Draco had made, they could admire the cool
dismissal Draco had just affected�never outright saying that he thought the young wizard was gay for talking so
intimately to his partner, but implying it. And he had shown that he was not
afraid to refer to the scandal that had filled the Daily Prophet to brimming for the past few days.

�� For Draco,
though, the best reward was to turn around and see Brian�s eyes fixed on him
for just a moment with surprise and admiration. Then he blinked and the
emotions were swallowed into that intense blue, but they had been there. Draco felt
a stirring of interest, and he gave Brian a slow smile that briefly caused the
other man to stare even harder.

�� Brief is still a beginning.

�� Draco put
out an arm, and made sure his own look was so direct that Brian couldn�t take
it as anything but a challenge. �Care to dance?� he asked softly.

�� Brian
tilted his head to the music, and a moment later his eyes narrowed for a
fraction of a second. This dance was one that, unlike the Estival, required one
partner to lead. Draco, as the one extending the invitation, was the one who
would play that role. If Brian refused out of fear of being seen as a woman, he
would lose the challenge as much as if he stepped on Draco�s foot with every
turn.

�� Brian
squared his shoulders and lifted his chin. Draco felt a curl of lazy delight
travel through him. Brian held out his hand in return. �Of course,� he said. �What
else are we here for?� And that comment
made a few of the people near him scowl, since, after all, he had just
dismissed them as being uninteresting to talk to.

�� Draco drew
Brian near with an arm around his waist again, and pulled him out onto the floor.
They found their place in the dance without pause: this was one that Draco had
known all his life, and Brian seemed to have studied it extensively.

�� Brian moved
in Draco�s arms without looking away from his face, quite unlike the demure,
blushing demeanor most young pure-blood witches would have been taught to
exhibit. All the same, he let his body flow where Draco directed, stepped when
Draco turned him, and made no attempt to claim the lead. Draco had to hold back
a harsh, panting breath when Brian even fully completed the step that made his
neck arch back so his head rested on Draco�s shoulder.

�� The thought
of all that power surrendering quietly to him�even though he knew Brian was doing
this under protest and so as not to cause a scene�made his head swim. Draco turned
his face to the side and flicked his tongue against the skin just under Brian�s
ear, hidden from their audience, in revenge. Brian shuddered, and moved into the
next step with just a bit more force than necessary.

�� Draco was
enchanted, but, having achieved some of what he wanted, wasn�t so caught up in
the dance that he didn�t notice one of Helena Clothilde�s dependents angling
towards them with her partner, meaning to trip them up. He was in a position to
keep his balance no matter what happened, so he kept dancing, wondering how
Brian would handle it.

*

�� Harry had
never had much of a tendency to connect dancing with sex, but he was fast
coming to see why other people might. Those people had obviously all danced
with Draco Malfoy.

�� I should be grateful that he didn�t touch me
more often during the Estival.

�� He wasn�t completely blind to the effects of the
people moving around him, however�that would have been stupid, when he was
trying to put some distance between Brian and Draco�and so he saw the witch who
was moving as if she would trip Brian up, step on his foot, or snag the hem of
his robe. Harry snarled inwardly. At the moment, with his body humming and his
skin sparking, he wasn�t in the mood either to confront or to politely ignore
her.

�� He took the
next step a little faster than normal, causing Draco�s hands to briefly slip
from their positions on his shoulder and waist. That allowed Harry to reach out
with one leg as the witch turned her back on him, thanks to the dance, and step
on the hem of her robe, so deftly
that someone would have to be looking in exactly the right direction to know he
was to blame. And the bodies all over the floor made �exactly the right
direction� already crowded with dancers.

�� The little
witch squeaked as she suddenly tripped, one of her delicate shoes tangling with
her robes. There was a great deal of floundering momentum, which caught up her
partner as well as her, to Harry�s vicious delight, and it ended up with both
of them on the floor, breathless, the witch�s robe ripped beyond repair. A
round of smiles worse than open laughter traveled the faces of the guests, and the
witch stood up again with her cheeks flaming, no longer interested in hindering
Harry.

�� Well,�
Draco said suddenly into his ear. Harry stiffened. Of course they had kept
moving as the dance required, but Draco was stepping a little closer than he needed to right now, his hands sliding
up and down Harry�s flanks, his fingertips questing gently for his ribs under
the cloth, his chest and hips cupping Harry�s back and arse as if made for
them. �I hadn�t thought you had quite that Slytherin streak under the Gryffindor one. You give me
more and more surprises all the time.� His arms tightened. �And they make you
all the more interesting.�

�� Harry
shuddered in spite of himself, the skin under his ribs twitching. He was
sensitive there�not quite ticklish, but prone to excitement when someone
touched him, which had been a wonderful discovery when he first started having
sex with other men.

�� But it�s not a response that belongs on
Brian, Harry reminded himself. He has
his own sexual kinks, and those are the ones you need to play out, even if it�s
only acting now, and not becoming the person who feels those things.

�� He took
advantage of the next step of the dance to swing himself out wide and away from
Draco, though not enough to break the flow of the pattern, even as Draco had
come close to him but still within the rules. He lowered his eyes to the floor
and said softly, �Please, no false compliments from you. Anyone could have seen
what she was doing.� He raised his gaze abruptly, and caught Draco off-guard,
blinking, as he had intended. �Just as anyone can see what you are,� he whispered harshly, hoping to recall Draco to a sense
of the intensely interested audience around them. He couldn�t try to seduce Brian on the dance floor, no matter how much
he wanted to, because they were there to show off for other people, not to snog
each other.

*

�� Draco was
as close as he ever had been to saying, �Fuck it!� to the public display he was
trying to create and finding a nice, private place to finish what built higher
between him and Brian with every movement.

�� But he was still showing off. And he thought he
had a new tactic to try, since the dance was ending.

�� You�re
right, of course,� he said, and clasped Brian�s hand for the final bow. �Allow
me to proceed with a little more subtlety.�

�� And he went
towards the food table. Behind him, he could feel Brian hesitate, but he
followed almost at once, probably worried about ruining their new joint
reputation by seeming to participate in a lovers� quarrel.

�� Draco had
already seen the woman he wanted standing not far from the table, sipping a
glass of wine and talking with her sister. At least, she had been talking with her sister. Now Alice Moonstone faced Draco
with a raised eyebrow, whilst Marigold faded desperately into the background.

�� What do
you want?� she asked in a low tone, even as she painted a welcoming smile on
her face. �I know that you�re strutting and showing off for him, not me.�

�� At the
moment,� Draco said softly, leaning one elbow on the table and smiling down at
her, �he�s being rather unreasonable. Expecting things of me that I can�t give,
considering we�re in public.� Alice blushed; Draco let her. He was sure she was
the right choice for this stage of the game. She understood, much more than her sister did, and she was pretty and
the right age. �I wanted to talk to someone I knew wouldn�t look at me as if I
were covered with maggots, and who has some idea of the risk I�m running.�

�� Alice
frowned. �He doesn�t know the risk
you�re running? But how could he not, if he�s paid any attention at all to the
newspapers in the past few days?�

�� He�s an
outsider to pure-blood society,� Draco murmured, bending closer to her. She was
wearing some sort of perfume that smelled good. If she had been male and half
as exasperating as Brian�all right, if she had been Brian�he might have been interested. �He doesn�t really understand
these things as well as he thinks he does. To him, it�s all sort of a grand
joke.�

�� And Alice
did what he had hoped she would do, and leaned around Draco to frown at Brian.
Then Draco leaned closer to her and turned his head so that it would look as if
he were kissing her ear. Alice, no fool, blushed at once and yanked away, but
the damage had been done. The silent interest in the room soared to new heights
as everyone waited breathlessly to see what Brian would do.

�� Draco was
rather wondering that himself. This was a ploy to get the man jealous, because he
suspected that jealousy would draw on both all that lovely Gryffindor rage and
all that delicious Slytherin cunning, and result in an explosion. But he wasn�t
sure. If Brian�s coolness prevailed�

�� From the
expression on Brian�s face, it wasn�t about to.

*

�� Harry
snarled before he could stop himself. The elderly matron who had been walking
towards him froze at the sound, and then tried to walk away again without making
it obvious why she had done so. Harry himself had taken several steps forwards
before he really realized what he was doing and how his actions would be interpreted.

�� And then,
of course, he had to go with the game, though he scolded himself for feeling
Harry�s jealousy instead of Brian�s. But maybe Brian would feel this way, if only to keep up the pretense that he and
Draco had been lovers for months�

�� Harry
himself was beginning to feel overwhelmed by the tangles of deceptions and
false personalities and personas here. But he�d made his move, mistaken or not,
and he could think of no way to back out without making himself, and by
extension, Draco, look foolish. And that wasn�t possible when he had to get
Draco disowned as fast as possible. Any false step could take more time than
they had.

�� Damn it.

�� So he gave
in to his natural instincts, and felt more like an actor than ever doing so as
he stepped up beside the young witch and scowled at her. �I suppose you don�t
realize how long we�ve been dating?� he asked, so that everyone in sight could
hear.

�� The witch
blushed again, but her chin came up. She was going to give him something of a
fight, then. Good. Harry was glad. That would make this look more real.

�� It had
nothing to do with wanting to make her look bad for flirting with Draco, Harry
told himself. He didn�t want to do
that, and anyway, Draco had done all the flirting and he knew it.

�� He simply
told me you didn�t understand him,� the witch said. �I think a man is to be excused
going to another person to complain about that, when his partner won�t listen.�

�� She had
defenses of her own, of course. Implicit in the way she�d phrased her response
was the comparison of Harry to a nagging wife. And now a bolt of real anger
tore through him, as the jealousy had been real a moment ago (and probably still was, said that voice
in the back of his mind that always kept track of what Harry was thinking and
feeling, no matter what persona he�d played). Draco had compelled him to accept
the woman�s part in the dance, too. Harry didn�t like this. He was the one
who was supposed to be in control here, the one with the real knowledge of what
was happening, the Manager of Metamorphosis and thus the one in control of a
hundred extra lives.

�� He wasn�t a
wife. He didn�t fit any of the stereotypes of gay men. And from the way Draco
was raising his eyebrow at Harry right now, he was interested in seeing Brian
prove that.

�� Harry
lunged forwards and wrapped his arms around Draco, dragging him closer. Draco
had time for a startled gasp�not loud enough to reach the ears of anyone else,
of course, because he wouldn�t betray his surprise to them like that�before Harry
fastened their mouths together as Draco had done at his birthday party.

�� With Harry�s
anger and jealousy behind the kiss, it was more thorough than it had been
before, and thus more knee-weakening, and thus more real. Harry could feel
sharp tingles passing through him as he twined his tongue around Draco�s, and
when he began to thrust his tongue sharply into Draco�s palate and cheeks and
against his teeth, there could be no doubt of what he was asking for, mimicking,
hinting at. Draco�s hips surged forwards and pressed against Harry�s, letting
him feel his growing erection.

�� Harry felt
smug for just a moment, glad that he had asserted his control again and that
Draco was reacting as strongly as he was.

�� And then
his magic rose, following the anger as it often did, as it had the other day
when he made Lucius�s hair flutter back, and flowed into the kiss. And Draco�s
magic rose in response�something that had never happened before for Harry, with
any partner.

�� Suddenly a
pulse of power as irresistible as an electrical current joined them together,
flowing directly through their mouths, across their tongues, down their
throats. Harry gasped, staggering, and then groaned as pleasure gripped his
body and shook him like a wet sheet. His mind was expanding at the edges, filled with glimpses of Draco�s emotions,
flooding them over and encompassing them into his own. It wasn�t quite a
telepathic or an empathic link, but it was very close.

�� Draco made
a hungry noise at the same moment, and his arms tightened around Harry�s
shoulders and waist. Harry felt his surprise and wonder at the exchange, his
amusement as he confirmed Harry�s jealousy was real, and then the pleasure that
took him like the tide.

�� And the
pleasure fed back into Harry�s own, and multiplied.
Their magic was not simply doubled, but squared, and with it the effects.
Harry was whimpering steadily now, uncaring about their audience, his fingers
digging into and stroking across warm skin; his hand had got beneath Draco�s
robes somehow. So cool on the outside, he thought dizzily, but so melting soft beneath, and hard, smooth skin
across hard bone, and�

�� Emotion,
sensation, obliterated thought. He couldn�t stay here any longer. He could
barely maintain a hold on himself so he didn�t throw Draco down in the middle
of the dance floor. He tightened his arms around Draco and Apparated.

*

�� Draco
gasped as he jolted down, mainly because it separated his mouth from Brian�s
for a moment. Dazed, he looked around and realized they were in the middle of a
quiet, dark room, but still with the gray stone of Clothilde Castle�s walls
encompassing them. Brian had Apparated them sight unseen to the first
destination that would serve�another sign of his extraordinary power. Most
wizards needed the sight or at least an extended description of their destinations
to arrive there without Splinching.

�� On the other hand, Draco thought, as he
reached out to tangle his hands in Brian�s hair, maybe we Splinched our common sense.

�� Brian was
falling to his knees. He snapped his fingers, and Draco�s clothes vanished from
below the waist, leaving the neatly severed upper part of his robes to dangle
on his chest. Draco whooshed out his breath, trying to be angry, but he couldn�t
really be so, and Brian gave him a slow, predatory smile and a wink that showed
he knew it.

�� Then their
magic reconnected across the space between them, enclosing them in a wall of
golden sparks, and urgency took them again. Brian reached out and grasped Draco�s
erection, closing his eyes and opening his mouth. The expression of bliss on
his face reminded Draco of someone about to take a bit of the most delicious dinner
they�d ever tasted.

�� Incoherent
amusement came back to him. Brian wouldn�t bite, he was saying, and then his
mouth closed around Draco.

�� And Draco
was lost.

�� He threw
his head back as Brian sucked, the muscles of his throat rippling, pulling, demanding a response. Once again Brian�s
magic was traveling through his mouth and his tongue, but this time it went straight
into Draco�s cock, spreading out to engulf his balls. Draco bucked his hips off
the wall. He could no more have kept them still than he could have made the
earth stop turning, and normally he prided himself on his control when he was
getting a blowjob.

�� But this
was hardly normal.

�� He tangled
his hands into Brian�s hair and directed his head back and forth, because he had to be touching him. From the moan he
received, vibrating directly into his groin, Brian liked being guided like this. And then he swallowed, licked twice
around the tip of Draco�s erection, swallowed again, and cupped Draco�s balls,
rolling them.

�� More magic
rose from his palm. More magic soared across Draco�s mind. The very human heat
and wetness of Brian�s mouth concentrated down to what felt like a single
point. He was sobbing for breath, trying to swim against the roaring tide of
power and silky hair and silky skin and teasing,
the magic was teasing him, as Brian�s
finger swiped gently up towards his cleft.

�� Draco
twisted like a fish in the talons of an eagle, and the inevitability of his
orgasm was the best thing he had ever felt in his life�

�� Surpassed
only by the orgasm itself a moment later, which seized and wrung and broke him, leaving him shocked
half-unconscious by pleasure.

*

�� Harry had
wanted to shove one hand down his own pants to take care of himself, but he couldn�t
take his hands away from Draco�s crotch. He wanted to draw back a little,
regain his sense of autonomy, concentrate on his partner�s pleasure and not his
own the way he always did, but he couldn�t get any distance. He wanted to do something
more sophisticated than just suck a few times, but he couldn�t control the
sloppy, eager way his mouth moved.

�� And then,
when he made Draco come, he came himself, untouched.

�� Harry cried
out hoarsely, his throat clamping down around Draco�s erection, his body
shuddering again and again as his hips pumped. He still couldn�t take his hands from Draco�s body, and he felt
spectacularly unbalanced, both mentally and physically, as pleasure blinded him
and ravished him away from his hold on composure. He whimpered continuously as
he came, the magic drawing out his pleasure.

�� He had
never felt so good in his life.

�� A moment
later, when the magic began lazily to untwine from between him and Draco,
having given them all the intense emotional sharing it wanted for the moment,
he had never been so terrified.

�� He liked having his head taken and
guided that way when he was giving someone else a blowjob. Brian didn�t. But Harry hadn�t even been like himself when he�d
simply given in and given himself up to the sensations. He didn�t do that. There was always a distance between him and his
partners. There had to be, or Harry might get caught up in the sex and do
something he couldn�t afford as either the person he was playing or himself.

�� He withdrew
his hands from Draco at last, shaking. He wanted to flee, but his muscles were
full of languor, and his magic was still ebbing and flowing back and forth like
a tide whose moon had disappeared. He shuddered, licking his lips. He had
swallowed Draco�s ejaculation without even noticing.

�� Draco
seized his arm, and pulled him to his feet.

�� Harry
looked up, thinking that perhaps Draco had found the experience frightening,
too, and was about to reassure him it wouldn�t happen again.

�� Instead, he
found himself thoroughly, expertly, insistently, gently kissed. One of Draco�s
hands was cupping his chin. The other urged his head back and rubbed the skin
just beneath his ear, the place that had made Harry shiver before. Now, before
he knew what he was doing, he opened his mouth and offered Draco more.

�� It was impossible not to do that, not with what
they�d just shared. It would have gone against Harry�s every instinct as a
Gryffindor and as a person to refuse to be open to Draco after that.

�� But the
fear still remained, and it increased when Draco leaned towards his ear and
whispered, �You were really with me this time. Thank you.�

�� And Harry
understood that he might have more of a problem on his hands than Narcissa�s knowledge
of Brian�s identity.

*

�� SoftObsidian74:
Thanks so much! Narcissa will, I assure you, be most alarmed when she discovers
what�s happening between Draco and Brian�particularly if she questions Draco
about it.

�� And Draco
does now stand a much greater chance of becoming important to Harry.

�� Qwerty:
Well, Narcissa may not have bought it completely. On the other hand, rumors of
Harry�s weakness have been spreading for years, and what else would he be doing there?

�� Lunatic
with a hero complex: You really foreshadowed this chapter!

�� SP77: Draco
will have very, very mixed feelings by the time he discovers the deception. It
really depends on when that happens.

�� And, well,
this Harry is one who�s gotten used to a weak public reputation. On the other
hand, his own reactions to Draco are surprising him, and so other things with
the way he plays himself may change.

�� Moyima:
Thanks! At this point, Harry is understanding how difficult it will be for him
to just disappear.

�� Dani:
Thanks very much! I�ve addressed your address to the mailing list.

�� LadyJen:
Define �deeper feelings.�

�� Mangacat:
Harry is becoming terrified by the fact that he can�t hold back and play his
role as usual.

�� Melony, smellysocks,
Werewolf Mistress: Thanks for reviewing!

�� Hi-chan: I�m
afraid I�m not an artist, or I would try. I can only do my best to describe it.
;)
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