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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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“Do I HAVE to?” Draco asked, whining quite well, a testament to his pampered upbringing.
Harry sighed. “The headache remedy in your hand suggests that you’re ready and willing to try this again, so yes.” He said.
Draco looked down at the vial he was holding. “What if I drop the potion, Harry Master? Then do I have to?”
“After I spank you.” Harry said.
Draco looked up at him in interest. “Really?”
“Apparently not. Fine, if you drop it, no sex tonight.” Harry amended.
Draco’s face fell, and he pouted. “Fine.”
“If the spell punishes you, you can take the potion.” Harry said, then stared at him in expectation.
“Harry. OW, Master!” Draco opened the vial and downed it in one.
Harry sighed. “So, not yet.” He said.
Draco huffed at him. “Yes, thank you, I’m fine.” He snapped, then winced. “Sorry, Harry Master.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Did the spell just punish you for mouthing off to me?” He asked in interest.
“I’d assume so, and the headache cure is wearing off, too. The bloody thing has no respect for a well-made potion.” Draco said, rubbing his head. “And this is the strongest form that isn’t addicting. Bloody nuisance, this spell is.”
Harry sighed. “It’s your own fault for choosing this spell and not realizing that the spell needed at least a little bit of love present or it would backfire.”
Draco shrugged. “I thought it would be fine if we came to an understanding. Obviously, I thought wrong.”
“Well, we’ll try again tomorrow.”
Draco gaped at him. “So soon? Harry Master, it HURTS!”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Ever heard the saying ‘no pain, no gain?’” He asked.
“No.” Draco answered.
“Why am I not surprised? Anyway, it suits this situation well.”
Draco sighed. “Can I take a bath, Harry Master?” He asked.
Harry nodded. “Sure. I’ll see you in a bit, then.”
“Feel free to join me.” Draco called out as he headed through the bedroom toward the bathroom.
*****
Harry wandered into the bathroom to find Draco still in the tub, soaking. “Aren’t you getting all wrinkly by now?”
Draco held his hands up in front of his face and sighed. “Yes. But I don’t WANT to get out.” He said.
Harry shrugged and pulled his shirt over his head. “Well, shove over. I’m getting in, since you don’t seem to be getting out.”
Draco smiled and moved aside a bit, making room next to him for Harry.
Harry finished undressing and slid into the warm water, sitting on the raised section of the tub, next to Draco. “Why are you staying in here so long, then?” He asked, grabbing a sponge and soaping it.
Draco grabbed it out of his hand. “I’ll wash you, Harry Master.” He said. “Stand on the ledge and turn around.”
Harry did so, blushing a bit at the fact that Draco had a perfect view of his buttocks. With the things they had already done, though, he supposed modesty between them was a bit overrated.
“Part of it,” Draco began, “Is that the warmth eased the headache, and I don’t want to find out if it will come back when I get out. It REALLY hurt. And also—turn around—you never ask me to do anything while I’m in the bath. No more testing the limits of the spell this way. I suppose, in a way, I’m hiding, but I don’t like to think of it that way.” He added, smiling up at Harry a bit shyly.
Harry chuckled. “I’m hardly about to ask you to try again today. Two instances of the spell hurting you are quite enough for one day.” He said, his stomach muscles quivering as Draco moved upward from his legs, bypassing his groin entirely and soaping his chest instead.
“Turn again.” Draco told him. He began washing Harry’s back. “Well, I’m glad you’ve proven to not be a sadist, although I wasn’t too worried you WOULD be. You’re better than that.” He said, then sighed. “Rinse off, then stand up here again.”
Harry did so.
Once he was standing again, Draco began to wash his cock, quite thoroughly. “Well, someone likes the attention.” He grinned, then nodded. “All clean.” He said brightly.
Harry groaned, sinking back into the water. “Tease.”
Draco raised a brow. “It’s only teasing if you don’t intend to follow through on the implied promise. I fully intend to do whatever you want once we get out of here, Harry Master. Ready?”
Harry grinned. “Very.”
They got out and Draco dried himself with a charm, then set about toweling Harry dry himself. “I like your body, you know, Harry Master. You’re very fit. I especially like your arms.” He said, as he dried the limbs efficiently.
“My ARMS?”
Draco nodded. “They’re very muscular. Strong. I think it’s sexy. And having them wrapped around me at night makes me feel safe, like nothing can get close enough to harm me, because you’ll be there to fight off anything or anyone that tries. You make me feel safe, my Harry Master.” He finished, throwing the towel aside when he was done drying Harry.
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco. “I hope you know that I WOULD protect you from anyone or anything that tried to harm you. You’re important to me, Draco. Do you know why?”
“Because I’m yours?” Draco asked.
Harry nodded. “That’s part of it, but it’s more because you ASKED for my protection. I can’t possibly turn you away when you’re willing to give up so much to get out of serving a madman. You gave up everything you knew, Draco. That’s something big, something worthy of respect.” He said solemnly.
Draco flushed. “You’ve been good to me, Harry Master. I don’t regret it.” He said.
Harry cupped his face and kissed him gently. “Good. I hope I never give you a reason to regret it.” He said against Draco’s lips.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck. “Take me to bed, Harry Master.” He whispered.
Harry couldn’t comply fast enough.
*****
“You’re on top of me, Harry Master.” Draco said, still half-asleep.
Harry roused enough to roll to one side and wrapped his arms around the blonde instead, still hoping to get a bit more sleep.
“Bit clingy, are we?” Draco asked in amusement.
“Mm-hm.” Harry hummed sleepily, then his eyes shot open and he sat up. “Draco? You’re back to normal?” He asked excitedly.
“Mostly, Harry my Master.” The blonde answered with relish.
“About that, can you just call me Harry now?” Harry asked.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “DO tell me we’re not trying that again today? Just because some progress has been made does NOT mean I want another headache.” He said petulantly.
Harry smiled. “Fine, not right now. I’m just so glad you’re back to normal!” He gushed, throwing his arms enthusiastically around the blonde.
“Yes, yes, it’s great. Overt displays of emotion are crass, you know.” Draco said in a tone of resignation.
Harry pulled back, still grinning. “Pureblood to the core, that’s you.”
Draco sighed. “Indeed. I need food.”
Harry got up. “Go order us something, I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
Draco got up and walked out to the common room, and Harry realized he’d just ordered him around again. ‘Well, now that he’s back to normal, I suppose if he doesn’t like it, he’ll let me know.’ He rationalized. He dressed and walked out to find Draco sitting down, the table set for tea with a selection of small sandwiches and cakes.
“So, now that you’re back to normal, we can work more on getting you back to calling me Harry, then we can tell my friends about this and see about getting you into Order meetings.” Harry said, sitting down. “Go ahead and eat something and drink your tea.” He said, when he realized Draco was obviously waiting for permission.
Draco took a sip of tea and began eating a sandwich as he stared at Harry. “I need to be clear on something, since the spell went awry. You’re not falling for me, right? It was the frequent sex that settled the spell?” He asked cautiously.
Harry frowned. “Well, yes, it HAD to be the sex. I said I wouldn’t fall in love with you, and I keep my word. If you don’t want love, that’s fine with me. I wouldn’t mind if you decided you DID, but-“
“I don’t.” Draco voice was firm. “I just wanted to be clear on that.”
Harry shrugged. “And I can understand that. Don’t worry.”
Draco’s tight posture melted a little. “Fine, since you put it that way, I won’t.” He said with a sigh.
“Oh, I meant PLEASE don’t worry. Sorry.” Harry said, blushing.
Draco snorted. “It’s fine, really.” He said, grinning a bit as he sipped at his tea. “This arrangement is going to take both of us some time to learn to live with. I don’t mind you giving me orders. If it bothered me, I would have found a different way. This works for me. But, um, some of the things I said… You realize that under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t have said them?”
Harry grinned at that. “You mean like how you like my eyes, and the glasses are sexy, and how my arms make you feel safe?” He asked.
Draco flushed. “Yes, those things. Could you never bring them up again?” He asked, his voice tight.
Harry sighed. “I suppose I could. I liked you being that candid with me, though. It was… Nice.”
Draco sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Normally, I don’t do ‘nice.’ Please don’t expect that of me, because I WILL fail to provide that, Harry Master.”
“I don’t expect it of you, to be honest. It was great while it lasted, but I much prefer the REAL you.” Harry said, mirth evident in his tone.
Draco nodded. “Good, then. That’s one thing we can agree on.”
Harry picked up a sandwich and ate it, watching as Draco turned his attention to his own sandwich and tea, both seeming to turn their focus inward as they ate in silence for a few minutes.
Draco was the one to break the easy silence. “I DO like your eyes, though. And I would have brewed you the potion at some point, either way.” He said softly, blushing as he avoided looking directly into Harry’s eyes.
Harry smiled. “Draco, look at me.”
Draco eyes met his at the order.
“Don’t be afraid of speaking your mind. I’ll keep your secrets. Anything you tell me in confidence will stay with me alone.” Harry said solemnly.
Draco nodded. “Yes, Harry Master.” He said. Then he brightened. “Can I call you Master-“
“No!”
“IN BED, I was going to say!” Draco finished, put out. “When it’s just the two of us? PLEASE?”
Harry grinned. “Oh, so it’s like THAT, is it?” He asked slyly. “You kinky bastard.”
“Well, more a bastard than I was before being disowned, I’ll admit.” Draco said sulkily.
“I suppose you can, in bed. But only then. And only because you asked.” Harry said firmly.
Draco smiled. “Lovely. I’m looking forward to that.” He purred.
“I’ll just bet you are.” Harry answered him with a broad grin. “How long have you been keeping your little fantasy hidden, then?” He asked.
Draco hid his smirk behind his teacup. “Long enough to know that it’s not induced by the spell, at any rate.” He answered evasively.
Harry chuckled. “Any other kinks you’re keeping hidden from me?” He asked.
Draco blushed and mumbled something.
“What was that?” Harry asked.
Draco flushed further and shook his head.
“Draco.” Harry said.
The blonde met his eyes.
“Repeat that, so I can hear it.” Harry ordered.
“I said, ‘I want you to spank me.’” Draco snapped. “Ow, sorry, Harry Master!” He cried out, holding his head.
Harry sighed. “I’m sorry, Draco, I shouldn’t have done that.” He said, clearly remorseful.
Draco glared at him, but held his tongue.
“But now that I know, we can try that. I’m willing if you are.” Harry said.
“Not right now, I’m not.” Draco muttered, massaging his temples.
Harry held back the smile that was threatening. “No, I don’t suppose you are. But later on, we can try it.” He offered.
“All right, Harry Master.” Draco allowed, a small smile on his lips.
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