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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 rinsed off and got out of the shower, using a charm to dry off. He got out the clothes he was wearing that day and dressed, then headed out to the common room.
Draco was sitting at the table, eating.
Harry smiled. “So it worked.” He said needlessly.
Draco nodded happily. “There’s yours, Harry Master.” He said, pointing out the plate opposite him.
Harry sat down and began eating.
When they were done, Draco tapped the table and the dishes vanished.
“So you CAN eat on your own now.” Harry said. “That’s progress.”
Draco smiled. “It’s good, but now you can leave sooner, Harry Master.” He said softly, his smile fading.
“We’ll wait until Dumbledore gets here to talk about that. Can you call me Harry now, without the Master?” He asked.
Draco looked at him quizzically. “But that’s what you are. Does it really bother you that much, Harry Master?”
Harry sighed. “I’m more worried about what my friends will think when I tell them, if you’re still calling me that. Hermione will have a fit.”
Draco rolled his eyes, and Harry fought back a smile. “I suppose I can try, Harry. Master!” He quickly amended. “The spell doesn’t like that. I just got a small headache for my insolence.” He said, pressing the heel of his hand to one eye.
“Maybe when it settles more.” Harry sighed.
“We’re really going to try that AGAIN, Harry Master?!” Draco asked in alarm.
Harry nodded. “Yes. I’m not bringing this up with my friends while you’re still calling me ‘Harry Master.’” He said firmly.
Draco sighed. “This would all be solved if you would just let me call you Master, like the spell wants.”
“What about what I want?” Harry asked. “I’M the supposed MASTER here, not the spell. What I want you to do should have more say. And I want you to call me HARRY. Not Master, not Harry Master, just Harry.” He finished.
Draco nodded. “Maybe in a few days I’ll be able to, Harry Master. We’ll try again then. In the meantime, I’m going to brew some headache potions.” He said, wincing.
Harry sighed. “Sure, just in case.”
Dumbledore’s knock sounded, and the door opened.
Harry smiled at him, and Draco sighed, dropping his hand to his lap.
Dumbledore conjured another chair and joined them around the table. “Tea, My Boys?” He asked.
Harry nodded. “Yes, please, Sir.”
Draco nodded. “Yes, Sir.” He said softly. Harry could tell he wasn’t happy to see the Headmaster.
Dumbledore conjured tea for three and handed the steaming cups over. Harry and Draco took them and there was silence for a few moments while all three prepared their tea.
Harry gave Draco permission to drink his, then sat back and took a sip, meeting Dumbledore’s gaze.
“So,” Dumbledore set his tea down and folded his hands in his lap. “How are you two getting along? Has the spell settled more?”
Harry nodded. “We found out today that I can give Draco orders to eat in advance, and he can follow them. He ate breakfast alone today, while I showered.”
Dumbledore beamed at him. “Good, good! I wanted to see you both to ask you a question, Harry. How would you feel about spending every other weekend with Draco? You could tell Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger that you’re doing Order business, of course, all Top Secret. It would give you two more opportunities to strengthen the spell. And it shouldn’t interfere with Hogsmeade trips, as they are on weekends you’d be otherwise spending with your friends.” He said.
Harry smiled at Draco, who returned the smile. “That’d be great! Do you like that idea, Draco?”
“Yes, Harry Master.” Draco answered honestly.
Dumbledore sighed. “Oh, dear, I’d hoped you’d be over that by now. Did you already try to get him to call you by name?” He asked.
Harry’s face fell, and he nodded. “We tried before you came. It didn’t go well. Draco has a slight headache.” He said.
Dumbledore nodded. “Well, then, it’s best that we stick to not letting anyone know for now. Once Draco can call you by name, rather than by your title, apt though it may be, you can tell your friends if you choose.”
“I already planned to wait until then.” Harry told him. “Hermione would have a fit if she heard Draco calling me Master in any way.”
Dumbledore nodded. “Indeed. And Mr. Weasley would probably say something unfortunate to arouse Draco’s ire.” He added.
Harry nodded, then stopped. “Wait, you’ve been calling him Draco? Don’t you normally call him Mr. Malfoy?” He asked.
Draco sucked in a breath sharply.
Dumbledore drew a folded Prophet out of his robes. “I suppose you haven’t seen this morning’s paper.” He said, handing it over.
Harry unfolded it on the table, and read the headline.
‘Malfoy heir disinherited’ was front page news.
“Oh.” Harry said.
“I’m no longer a Malfoy.” Draco said softly. “It had to happen sometime, Harry Master. I’m not surprised by it. Not really.”
Harry sighed, folding the paper, and tried handing it back to Dumbledore, who declined. Harry left the paper on the table for Draco to read later, if he wanted. “I suppose it doesn’t really matter all that much. He already cut the ties, so it was only a matter of time before Lucius found out.”
Dumbledore nodded. “I’m afraid so. I sent off the documents to Gringotts last night, so the vault transfer would have had just enough time to go through before this came out, though I doubt Lucius could have reclaimed the vault in any case.”
Draco shook his head. “No, it was mine, free and clear. The money being put in there was from him, but when I turned seventeen, I gained full control over the vault. He can add money, but he couldn’t take it back.” He said.
Dumbledore nodded. “Well, I’m sorry to have brought bad news, but this situation seems to be bearable for you both. I’m glad that you both seem to be doing well. I’ll leave you for now. Continue working on the spell, and Harry, I’ll see you in the Great Hall on Monday morning.” He said, patting Harry on the shoulder, then leaving.
Draco slumped as the door closed, then he set his cup down and headed over to the worktable he’d set up. “Harry Master, may I brew some headache potion?”
Harry sighed. “Yes, Draco, that’s fine.” He agreed.
Draco set to work, and Harry sipped at his tea, disheartened by Draco’s sudden emotional distance. He knew he shouldn’t push, the ex-Slytherin HAD just gotten some pretty harsh news, but he wanted to know if it bothered Draco. By his reaction, he’d say the consequences of his actions were only just now becoming reality to him.
Draco set to chopping, dicing and mixing with single-minded determination, and Harry realized that he was using brewing as a way to sort through his thoughts.
It seemed all he really needed from Harry at the moment was peace and quiet.
*****
Harry watched as Draco filled three vials with the potion he’d brewed, then cleaned up the area he’d worked in.
“Draco, come here.” He said, as the blonde finished putting his ingredients away.
Draco walked over, staring at the floor.
Harry sighed. “Come HERE.” He said more insistently, pulling the blonde into his arms and holding him captive on his lap. “I know you probably don’t want to discuss it, and that’s fine, but don’t shut me out like this. I want to help you, there has to be something I can do.”
Draco shook his head. “There’s nothing.” He said, his voice a whisper. “I miss my mother and Uncle Sev. Even when Father was angry with me, I still had them to go to. Now I have no one.”
“You have ME. You have to let me in, though, or I can’t do anything for you! Let me in, Draco.” Harry murmured. “Tell me how to help you.”
Draco let out a choked sob and in a lightning-quick movement had his mouth fastened to Harry’s. “Make me forget!” He breathed between desperate kisses. “Just make it not matter anymore!”
Harry tried to get up and carry Draco to the bedroom, but with Draco moving like he was, pulling at clothing and squirming to get closer to Harry, they only made it to the floor. ‘Here should be fine.’ Harry decided as Draco cast a spell that had them both naked in an instant.
“Shit!” Harry panted as Draco began sucking on his neck. “My wand! It was in my pocket!”
Draco removed his mouth and told him, “On the desk, with our clothes. Use this one.” Before he found the spot he’d been suckling on and returned his attention to it.
Harry grabbed the wand out of Draco’s hand and summoned the lube, grabbing it as it nearly collided with Draco’s head. He opened it and coated three fingers.
He slipped one into Draco, and Draco moaned and stopped sucking on his neck, choosing instead to throw his head back and pant. “Merlin, yes, Harry Master!”
Harry twisted the finger a few times, then added another.
Draco pushed back against them as they searched out the prostate and began rubbing it. Draco moaned again, loudly.
Harry stretched him, and was about to add another finger, when Draco grabbed his hand. “No, Harry Master. I want it to hurt. I want to FEEL you.” He said, his eyes pleading with Harry.
Harry gulped, then nodded. “You’re on top, then.” He said, and rolled them over.
Draco grabbed the lube and slicked Harry, then straddled him and slowly slid down, biting his lip and closing his eyes.
Harry held onto his hips, needing something to stop him from just thrusting up into the tight warmth slowly encasing him. He watched Draco’s face, and gasped when Draco slammed down onto him, crying out.
He stilled, hands digging into Draco’s hips. “Are you okay?” He asked. “Fuck, Draco!”
“I’m fine.” Draco answered, opening his eyes. “Just hold still for a moment, Harry Master.”
Harry nodded. “Take your time.” He said.
Draco took a few deep breaths, then began to move, slowly sliding up and down Harry’s length.
Harry groaned when Draco’s pace increased, slowly building tempo until he was bouncing on Harry’s cock. Harry watched him, a grin sliding across his face as he eyed Draco’s cock bouncing in front of him.
Draco noticed the grin and responded with a breathy giggle. “Enjoying yourself, Harry Master?” He asked.
Harry nodded. “You look so hot right now.” He said, helping Draco move.
Draco rolled his hips, and Harry moaned.
“Mm.” Was the blonde’s verdict as he did it again. “That’s nice, but this,” He said and bounced a few times, “This is better.”
Harry just nodded, panting.
Draco licked his lips. “Touch me, Harry Master? Please?”
Harry reached out and stroked him, keeping time with Draco’s pace on his cock, watching Draco’s face as every sensation played off each other.
Draco sped up, his hands finding their way into Harry’s hair as the blonde panted, back arching. “Harry Master, I need to come!” He cried out.
Harry began to thrust up into him. “Not yet. We’re coming together this time.” Harry told him.
He thrust a few more times, then locked eyes with Draco. “Come now!” He ordered the blonde, and watched Draco’s face as his own orgasm hit him, both of them crying out in unison.
Draco slumped over Harry’s chest, breathing heavily, and moaned softly. “I’ll be feeling you for DAYS, Harry Master.” He said.
Harry sighed. “Don’t do that again. I would have been on top if I had known you’d do that.”
Draco pulled his hands out of Harry’s hair and leaned up, brushing away a few stray locks from Harry’s eyes. “I WANTED it that way, Harry Master. I LIKED it. Even when it hurt. I needed the pain to ground me. I feel better now.” He said with a smile.
Harry sighed and used Draco’s wand to clean them both as his softened cock slipped free of Draco’s abused entrance. “No more sex tonight.” He told the other teen, who pouted.
“What, none at all? But why?” Draco asked.
“You could have seriously injured yourself. Consider this your punishment.” Harry told him. “Besides, you need to give yourself time to recover from that.”
Draco huffed. “Fine, Harry Master.” He said, sounding seriously put-out.
Harry laughed. “You’ll live, Draco. And you’ll probably be thanking me for it later.”
“I doubt that.” Draco mumbled, walking over to the desk and separating their clothes.
Harry sat on the floor, recovering his scattered thoughts.
Draco brought his clothes over and handed them to him. “I’m just going to stay naked, if that’s all right with you, Harry Master.”
Harry grinned at him. “It won’t make me change my mind, but do as you want.” He said, pulling on his boxers.
Draco sighed, sitting down next to him and picking up Harry’s shirt.
Harry pulled on his trousers and looked at Draco questioningly, holding out his hand.

Draco shook his head, grinning. “Stand up.” He said, standing.
Harry stood as well.
Draco held up the shirt. “Arms out.”
Harry held his arms out to the side, sighing. “Any reason why you’re suddenly insisting on dressing me?” He asked, as Draco slid the shirt over his arms one by one, then began buttoning it up.
Draco grinned. “Because you’re letting me, and I like it.” He responded, then added, “Harry Master.”
Harry shrugged. “Okay, then.”
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