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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 sighed in frustration. “Draco, could you bring me my charms book?” He asked. “It’s in my bag.”
“Yes, Harry Master.” Draco said, getting up and getting the book. He brought it to Harry and handed it over.
As Harry took the book, Draco’s stomach growled rather loudly.
Harry laughed. “Maybe it’s time for lunch.” He said.
Over the three days he’d already spent with this new, biddable Draco, he’d learned that he apparently had to remind the blonde to eat, or he wouldn’t do so.
“Why don’t you order us some lunch? I’ll just get my stuff straightened up, then I’ll join you at the table.” He told Draco.
Draco did as he had asked, and Harry wondered again when the real Draco would come back.
Surely they were making some headway in settling the spell by now, right? But Harry had seen little change in the way Draco was acting.
Harry walked over to the table, sitting down opposite Draco. “Go ahead and eat.” He told the blonde.
Draco took a few bites, staring at Harry thoughtfully, then he sat up straighter. “Harry Master, may I brew you a potion?”
Harry looked up, confused. “What kind of potion?” He asked. This was new.
“An Occulis potion, for your eyes. I like to look at your eyes, but the glasses get in the way.” Draco admitted.
Harry was glad to hear that Draco had his own opinion on something, at least. “Sure.” He said lightly. “I didn’t know there was such a potion.”
Draco nodded. “It’s not easy to brew, but I’m sure I could do it. I’d like to brew it after lunch.”
Harry nodded. “That should be fine. Thank you, Draco.”
Draco blushed and stared at his plate. “You’re welcome, Harry Master.” He mumbled, obviously pleased, but flustered at the same time.
Harry imagined that it had taken quite a lot of courage for him to voice the request, and Slytherins weren’t known for their courage, after all. Maybe they WERE making progress. The potion was something for Harry’s benefit, true, but Draco’s motivations were all his own. And it had been the first real original thought he’d shown since the ritual.
Harry turned his attention back to his lunch, happy that Draco seemed to be getting back to normal, slowly but surely.
*****
Harry watched Draco brewing the potion. He really was a very good brewer, it was too bad he’d never be able to use that talent for anything but Harry’s benefit, since Harry really didn’t need many potions.
Draco was staring into the cauldron, apparently waiting for something. When he saw what he’d been looking for, he picked up the lacewing flies and added them, frowning in concentration as he began stirring, his lips moving silently as he counted his stirs.
After a few more stirs, Harry looked down at the book in his lap, trying to focus on Transfiguration. He had two more pages in this chapter and then he’d be done with his reading, but Draco had him distracted. Was this what the blonde was really like under all the snark and pretenses? Or was this purely a creation made by the botched ritual?
Harry sighed and tried again to get his mind on his book. ‘Focus.’ He told himself sternly. ‘You’ll have a lifetime to find out what he’s really like underneath it all, so for now, concentrate on your reading.’
“Harry Master, it’s finished.” Draco called out to him.
Harry was torn between cheering and walking up to the other teen and shaking him for being so bloody distracting. In the end, he settled for sighing and conjuring a bookmark so that he could come back to the reading later.
Draco was carrying over a vial of potion. He held it out to Harry. “You’ll need to take off your glasses before you drink it.” He said.
Harry set his glasses on his lap and drank the potion.
His eyes immediately began to sting. He closed them, hoping that would help. It didn’t, but the stinging began to fade quickly. He opened his eyes, and for the first time ever, his eyesight was perfect. He smiled. “Wow, it worked!”
Draco cocked his head. “Of course it did, Harry Master. I brewed it perfectly. I would never give you an inferior potion.” He said earnestly.
Harry put his glasses on the table next to the chair and pulled Draco into his lap. “Thank you.” He said solemnly, then kissed the blonde.
Draco hummed into the kiss and melted against Harry’s chest.
Harry raised his head. “Why didn’t anyone do this for me sooner?” He asked.
“The potion IS really hard to brew, Harry Master. That might be why.” Draco answered.
“Yeah, I guess.” Harry said, shrugging. “Well, anyway, I don’t need the glasses anymore.”
“You should charm them to be regular glass and keep them.” Draco suggested.
Harry frowned. “Why would I keep them?” He asked in confusion.
Draco blushed. “I DO like your eyes, Harry Master, but the glasses are a bit sexy, too.” He admitted.
Harry grinned at him. “Oh, really?”
Draco nodded.
“Then I’ll keep them. I really SHOULD thank you for the potion. Now, what can I do to show my appreciation?” Harry mused, tapping his lips thoughtfully.
Draco was silent, looking up at him.
Harry snapped his fingers. “I have an idea.” He said decisively. “Get undressed and get into bed. I think you’ll like what I have in mind.”
Draco got off his lap and hurried into the bedroom, stripping off his clothes as he went.
Harry chuckled at his eagerness, following, pulling his shirt off and leaving it just outside the bedroom door. He paused once he was in the room to appreciate the view of Draco lying in bed naked, waiting for him. He made quick work of his trousers and boxers, crawling into bed with the blonde. “Turn over, and pull your knees up under you.” He said softly.
Draco assumed the position, and Harry ran a hand over his lower back. He spread Draco open and leaned forward, his breath ghosting over the small pucker, making it twitch in expectation.
Draco sucked in a breath as Harry’s tongue swept over him, then let the breath out in a rush as it happened again. “Harry Master.” He moaned, spreading his legs apart a bit more in an attempt to give Harry better access.
Harry chuckled. “Do you like that?” He asked, before licking over the tiny hole again.
“Yes!” Draco said, panting.
Harry rolled his tongue and pushed in, and Draco cried out, so he did it again, then laved over the area with his tongue, before rolling it up again and driving it into the blonde. He continued fucking Draco with his tongue until his tongue was sore and the blonde’s hole was slippery with saliva. He replaced his tongue with two fingers, and Draco keened, burying his face in the pillows to muffle the sound some.
Harry stretched him as much as he could with the two fingers, then pulled them out and lubed them along with another, then used the three fingers to stretch him further.
“Harry Master, in me, please!” Draco begged, peeking at Harry over his shoulder.
Harry lubed himself and slid in, holding onto Draco’s hips as he filled the blonde with his length. “Fuck, Draco, you’re always so tight!” He said.
Draco pushed back, giving Harry no choice but to seat himself fully.
Harry groaned and draped himself over Draco’s back. “Just… Give me a moment, yeah?” He ground out, cock pulsing as he tried to hold his orgasm back. He hadn’t realized that rimming Draco would leave him so close to coming.
Draco held still, panting.
Harry waited until his orgasm was no longer an imminent threat, then pressed a kiss to Draco’s back and began moving.
Draco moaned loudly, pushing back to meet every thrust. “I’m yours, Harry Master, only yours!” He wailed.
Harry held onto his hips tighter, using them to pull the blonde back onto his cock with every thrust. “Yes, you’re all mine! No one else’s!” Harry said, surprising himself with how much he found he liked that thought. The thought flitted through his mind that perhaps he was a tad possessive, but it was quickly discarded as he reached down to fist Draco’s cock, and the blonde gasped.
Harry stroked him quickly, in counterpoint to his thrusts, and within a minute Draco was pleading to come.
“Come now, Draco.” Harry ordered and thrust once, twice, thrice more and came as well, collapsing on the bed next to Draco.
Draco finally let his legs slide out from under him and stayed there, lying face down, too drained to move from the wet spot.
Harry snorted and grabbed his wand, cleaning them both as well as the bed, then set his wand aside and threw an arm over Draco, cuddling up to him. “Mine.” He said softly, intent on a nap.
“Mm, yours, my Harry Master.” Draco agreed, turning onto his side and burying his face in Harry’s chest.
*****
Draco was already awake when Harry woke from his nap. The blonde was watching him.
“Hi.” Harry said, yawning as soon as the word left his mouth.
Draco kissed him in reply.
“What was that for?” Harry asked, happy but confused.
Draco looked at him, worried. “Was it not okay, Harry Master?” He asked.
Harry ran his hand over Draco’s cheek. It was so soft. “It’s okay, I just want to know why you did it.”
Draco flushed. “Because I like you, Harry Master.” He answered.
Harry smiled. “I like you too.” ‘A bit more than I probably should, all things considered.’ He added mentally. “We should get up now. Light a fire for me, Draco.” He said, realizing as Draco left the room that he’d just given his first real order without even thinking it through first. And he definitely hadn’t phrased it as a request.
“Great. If this keeps up, I’ll be no better than Voldemort.” He muttered to himself, getting up and pulling his clothes back on. He walked out and found Draco walking back towards him, still naked.
“If you want to put your clothes back on, you can.” He said, gesturing back to the bedroom.
Draco cocked his head. “Are you going to order me to dress, Harry Master?” He asked.
“No!” Harry answered vehemently. “No, I’m not going to order you to. It’s your choice.”
Draco beamed at him. “Then I’ll stay naked, Harry Master. I like being naked for you.”
Harry flushed. ‘Okay, so he’s going to be even harder to ignore now. At least he’s making his own choices now. That’s progress, right?’ He asked himself. “Alright, I’ve got some more reading to do for Transfiguration. I’m going to get that done now.” He said, sitting down and picking up the book from where he had set it down on the table next to what had become his chair.
Draco sat next to the chair, on the floor.
Harry looked down at him. “You don’t HAVE to sit next to me, Draco.” He said.
“I want to.” Draco said simply, leaning his head on Harry’s knee.
Harry nodded and ran his hand through Draco’s hair, the simple action having a calming effect on both of them. Surprisingly, he found that with Draco sitting calmly next to him, he was better able to concentrate on his reading than he had been before.
*****
Harry froze, fork halfway to his mouth, when Dobby popped into the room bearing a letter. “This is from Headmaster Dumbledore, Harry Potter Sir!” The elf told him, handing him the letter.

“Oh, thanks, Dobby.” Harry said, taking it. “Does he need a reply right away?”
“No, he said you can call Dobby when your reply is ready and Dobby will take it to him!”
Harry nodded. “Alright, I will.”
Dobby beamed at him and left.
Harry set the letter aside in favor of finishing his dinner.
Draco sighed. “We only have four more days before you have to leave me, Harry Master.” He said softly.
Harry looked at him in surprise. “But I can still come and visit you during free periods and before curfew.”
“How long could you keep that up without your friends becoming suspicious, Harry Master? You WON’T be able to.” Draco said.
Harry sighed. Draco was right, excuses would only work for so long, and he didn’t have a never-ending supply of them. Still, “We’ll think of something, I’m sure.” He asserted.
Draco just nodded sullenly. “I’m not hungry anymore, Harry Master.” He said.
“Draco, please eat. You hardly ate anything.” Harry pointed out.
“I’m not hungry, Harry Master.” Draco said again. “May I go to the bedroom? Alone?” He asked.
Harry sighed. “Yes, fine.” He said in resignation.
Draco got up and walked into the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind him.
Harry picked at his food some more, then finally gave up on eating and opened the letter. Dumbledore wanted to visit the next morning, and asked if that was okay and what time would work best for the two of them. Harry got up and wrote a response, telling him to stop by around ten, so that he and Draco would have time for sex before breakfast (not that he was telling Dumbledore THAT part), as they had been doing since the ritual. After all, the frequent coupling seemed to be helping Draco get back to normal more quickly.
Harry called Dobby.
The elf beamed at him when he arrived.
“Here’s my response for Dumbledore, Dobby. Also, can you ask him to send this to Gringotts for me?” Harry asked, handing him the letter and the documents from Draco, transferring his personal vault.
“Dobby will be taking it to Dumbledore.” The elf assured him before leaving.
Harry sighed and tapped the table with his wand, and the dishes disappeared. He had Draco to thank for that. The blonde had told him that if he just tapped the table with his wand, the elves would take that as a sign that they were done eating, and the food and dishes would return to where they had come from—the kitchens. Growing up Pureblood HAD done the blonde SOME good, it seemed.
Harry headed for the bedroom door and knocked on it.
“Come in.” Draco’s voice emerged.
Harry walked in to find the blonde sitting on the bed, his eyes red-rimmed and face wet with tears. “Oh, Draco.” He said quietly, walking over to the bed and pulling the blonde into his arms. He sat down and maneuvered the other teen onto his lap. “What’s the matter?” He asked, wiping some of the tears away.
Draco turned his face away, but answered. “I don’t want you to leave me.” He said.
Harry sighed. “Draco, I’m not leaving YOU. But I can’t stay here if we want to keep this a secret. I have classes to get to, after all. I’ll still come to see you whenever I can. I don’t know how often it will be, but I promise you I WILL come and see you when I can.”
Draco sighed shakily, but nodded. “I trust you, Harry Master.” He said.
“Good.” Harry said. “Dumbledore is coming by tomorrow morning. I assume he wants to talk about how we’re going to be able to get by out of each other’s company. Do you still need me to tell you to eat at every meal, or do you think I can just give you permission to eat at meals when the food arrives?” He asked.
Draco shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Harry sighed. “Well, how about this: Tomorrow I want you to go out and get breakfast ready while I shower, and eat yours. We’ll see if it works tomorrow, okay?”
Draco nodded. “Harry Master, could you just hold me for a while? I need to be close to you right now.” He said.
Harry smiled and lay down, pulling Draco close to him. “Then we’ll just stay here, like this, for a bit.”
Draco sighed in contentment, cuddling close to Harry.
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