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Chapter Fifteen�A Hand
and a Half

�� Harry came
slowly to life. That was what it felt like, rising back to the surface the way
he had after Voldemort had cast the Killing Curse on him in the Forbidden
Forest, rather than simply opening his eyes because he�d had a sleeping charm
cast on him.

�� A sleeping charm. Fuck.

�� Harry tried
to bolt out of bed, but something soft and silky immediately restrained him.
When he looked down at himself, he realized that he wore a white robe that was
practically transparent, and which had long extensions attached to the sleeves
and to the portion that swirled around his legs. Those extensions had already
curled around his wrists and ankles. While they didn�t attach him to the bed he
was lying on, Harry knew that he wouldn�t get far trying to walk or use his
hands in this outfit.

�� You�re
awake.�

�� Draco�s
voice smoldered with lust. Harry jerked his head up and pushed himself back
towards the middle of the bed, wary. He didn�t want Draco touching him when he
had that sound in his voice. The curse could well take over.

�� If it hasn�t already. Harry remembered the sleeping charm,
and from one of the words in the spell Draco had cast on him before that, he
was also fairly sure that Draco had magically ordered him not to have sex with
anyone else, either. There was no reason for him to do that unless he thought
he had a rival Harry hadn�t introduced him to yet.

�� Draco stood
in the doorway of the small, dim bedroom he�d given Harry, his face and body barely
lit by the tiny fire. Harry�s mouth dried out anyway. If things had been sane
and there had been no curse, he might have told Draco that he had no rival
because no one could hold a candle to the way that he looked at the moment.

�� His hair
was soft and just recently dried, and fell around his face so that it
delicately framed his cheeks. His eyes had a fire deep in the back of them that
Harry had never seen directed at him. Everyone else was either too insincere or
too insipid. And Draco wore a white robe, too, though his wasn�t transparent
and had no attachments to restrict his movements. Harry could see the jut of
his hipbones and his erection anyway, and the proud way that he carried
himself, and the dance-like movements with which he came slowly forwards.

�� Harry,� he
whispered. �I�m ready for you. When will you be ready for me, I wonder?�

Harry lowered his eyelids as if he
was shy or trying to flirt, but in reality, he was darting a look around the
room for his wand. He didn�t see it. He nibbled his lip, knowing that he might
be able to summon it with wandless magic if he was angry or desperate enough,
but not sure that he should do so until Draco was more off-guard.

�I took you away from them,� Draco
went on softly, coming into the room, his hands busy on the buttons of his
robe. He shrugged it off, and Harry turned his head sharply away, his ears
burning more with the thought of violating Draco�s dignity by looking at him
naked than with sheer embarrassment. �All the ones who didn�t
understand us, all the ones who might have seen you when you�re mine. I hope that you�ll trust me
enough to let me make love to you now. I have you alone here. You can�t see
anyone else, and you don�t have to worry about anyone seeing you or stopping
us. Will you consent?�

�� He sounds like a conqueror talking to a
subdued nation, Harry thought, deliberately using the ridiculous
thought�Draco had said all of that in a soft, husky voice that made his mind
react�to distance himself from his immediate emotions. Draco had just given him
valuable information, although he might not realize it. Harry was in a house
alone with Draco, then, which meant he couldn�t count on quick rescue from his
friends. It was probably a house that no one else knew about.

�� Harry did
know that, if anyone could discover where they were through some logical method
and ultimately find them, it would be Hermione. But it would take her some
time, and by then Harry would have been raped.

�� Or Draco will have been, Harry thought,
and his head turned despite himself so that he could lock his eyes on Draco. He
wanted to resist, he did, but it felt
as though someone had gripped either side of his neck in powerful hands.

�� Draco stood
proudly before Harry, his cock jutting out. It had a red-purple flush on it
that looked painful. His eyes were wide enough that Harry could see them as
drowning, liquid pools, the pupil taking over. His
chest bore a network of fine silver scars, but every other inch of his skin
looked unmarked, white and shining�lit from within by the same fire that
animated his eyes. He lifted his arms and turned them
outwards, so that Harry could see the fine bones in his wrists, and then arched
his neck to the side. Harry saw the skin fluttering quickly over the pulse.

�� It�s all
yours,� Draco said, and his voice was smug and serious at the same time, a
combination of emotions Harry didn�t think anyone else could have pulled off. �Whenever you want, Harry. Just reach out and touch me.� His
voice sank to a throb that Harry could feel in his groin, like the pulsing of
blood. �Please do that. I�ve been waiting for you, all my life. I was living a
dream until I woke up and saw you.�

�� Harry took
a deep breath. He had to fend Draco off until he could come up with a plan.
That was true no matter what the plan ultimately turned out to be. He was safe
from the sexual effects Draco was trying to provoke in him, he reassured
himself, thanks to the Cold Water Curse. That meant it was nothing but
self-indulgence to look at Draco, or pretend that he had no choice about doing
so. �This is the curse,� he said. �You probably prefer people who are totally
different from me, Draco.� He rifled through his mind, but couldn�t produce any
memories of Draco being involved with someone. It wasn�t as though he�d paid
much attention to his old rival�s activities in the last few years. �You want
to marry a pure-blood witch who�s unlike me. Tall and delicate and blonde�you
must want someone beautiful.�

*

�� Draco could
have laughed at the weakness and wrongness of Harry�s perceptions, if they
hadn�t made him want to weep instead.

�� Harry
didn�t think he was beautiful? He couldn�t see himself, not the way his lips
moved or how his eyes caught the light when he turned his head. Draco had heard
person after person, usually some silly witch, sighing away about Harry
Potter�s eyes over the years, and he had never paid attention. They couldn�t
possibly be as amazing as the witches in question said, they only adored him
because he was a hero, and that was the end of it.

�� But now�

�� Draco had
to swallow away the jealousy that the thought of those witches brought him,
because none of them had ever seen Harry like this, kneeling, dressed in white like a virgin or a sacrifice,
watching Draco with a face that didn�t need the fire to give it brilliancy.

�� How could
he have got to this age without knowing how beautiful he was, especially when
he was surrounded by people eager to praise him?

�� Draco shook
away the question. The fact was that it had happened, and so he was the one who
got to enjoy the fruits of Harry�s ignorance.

�� You�ve had
your chance to look,� he said, and came stalking forwards a few steps, his body
curved so that Harry could continue to see his cock and his face. His groin
ached and twitched. He�d lost count of the hours that he�d been erect; the
sleeping charm hadn�t worn off Harry quickly, and neither had his interrogation
of the Mudblood fanatics gone fast. Draco knew what he needed now, and he would
be content if Harry required some coaxing first�that made it more likely that he
would get to do certain things for Harry that he should have been used to
already�but he needed to be inside Harry soon.
�I think that you should have a chance to feel.�

�� He banished
the ward that had surrounded the bed, invisible unless it was pushed against,
with a flick of his wand, and then climbed onto it beside Harry. Harry stared
at him, eyes very green, and opened his mouth in a protest.

�� Draco was
tired of listening to them. While he wasn�t going to gag Harry, because he
wanted to listen to that beautiful mouth as it parted in moans, neither would
he give credence to his constant attempts to back away and lie and distract
attention from himself any longer. Draco kissed him, and immediately thrust his
tongue in.

�� It was
better than before, hotter, sweeter, because now he knew what Harry tasted like
and he wasn�t so caught up in surprise. But it also wasn�t enough. Draco eased
closer, pushing his tongue deeper, pushing Harry back onto the pillows. He
removed the robes with a murmured word, and they were naked against each other.

�� The sheer sweetness of
that, like someone placing a piece of ripe fruit on the most sensitive spot of
his tongue, made Draco buck. His skin broke out in sweat immediately,
and he only hoped that it wouldn�t feel too disgusting to Harry, because he
knew that he didn�t have the strength to pull back. He clamped his teeth down
on Harry�s lip and pulled, and Harry came towards him, gasping a little.

�� Draco
smiled. He hoped that Harry would feel the smile and take it for the compliment
it was, but he couldn�t spare the time to add reassuring words. He waved his
wand, and a pot of lube came soaring over the bed to his hand.

�� It was time
for him to take what he needed, and give Harry what he wanted.

*

�� There�s no more time.

�� Harry
shuddered. He knew the Cold Water Curse was protecting him, or he would already
have been half-mad with lust and longing at the way Draco had revealed himself.
He also knew that he had held off unacceptably long, only because part of him
wanted to see what happened next.

�� But Draco
was pouring lubrication over his fingers and reaching towards Harry�s arse. It
was too much.

�� Harry made
a grab for Draco�s wand. It was the only one close to him right now, and he
knew from the war that he could use it with some degree of skill. Cast a spell
that would carry him out of here and find him his wand, and then he could send
a Patronus to Ron and Hermione and figure out a way to cage Draco�

�� But Draco
seemed to have anticipated the move. He turned and pushed with one hand, and
Harry was sprawled beneath him again, with Draco kneeling over him, panting,
and Draco�s cock less than an inch from his arse. Harry maintained a steady
gaze, because he wouldn�t give in to despair.

�� I should
have realized,� Draco whispered. �I do know a spell that removes the Cold Water
Curse, and I should have thought to use it before now. I didn�t because it�s
painful. But I can�t wait. Forgive me, Harry. Cupiditatem refero.�

�� Harry felt
as though someone had dropped him into a bath of scalding water. He arched up, screaming, because the spell was boiling off a
layer of skin, and it was reaching into the skin and the muscles beneath that,
and it was soaking all the way through to the bone, and what was he going to do
when it reached there?

�� But the
heat halted suddenly, and, incredible as it seemed, when Harry blinked and
glanced down at himself, he was unharmed. Draco smiled and reached out,
stroking Harry�s cock with one finger.

�� It sprang
to life, blood and more mortal heat flooding Harry, and he released a gasping
cry as he understood. The spell had removed nothing more than the protective
layer of magical indifference that the Cold Water Curse had coated him with.

�� Nothing more, and nothing less, than his only protection.

�� Draco�s eyes
were enormous, and his scent was everywhere in Harry�s nostrils, and he seemed
to have at least three hands, from the way they were working down Harry�s back
and up his cleft to his hole and down in circles at the base of his spine.
Harry tossed his head back, moaning helplessly, and felt longing lick at his
skin as his cock fully hardened until he would have been willing to give in to
Draco just to get it to stop.

�� But he knew
he couldn�t. Even as Draco kissed him and stroked his nipples and pulled his
legs gently apart, he knew there was some reason that he had to resist.

�� He just
couldn�t remember what it was.

*

�� Draco could
have died in that moment and still been happy.

�� Harry�s
eyes were soft now, and blazing. He responded to what Draco was doing, opening
his mouth and writhing under him and sighing and whimpering when Draco touched
the delicate skin under his ribs and on his hips. He was thrashing. His legs
kept opening wider and wider, as if he wanted Draco to fit his whole body between
them and up Harry�s arse.

�� Draco had
to close his eyes and take a deep breath when he had that thought. It was�it
was something he would have liked to do. Alas, they had to make do with
physical reality.

�� But he was
still going to make sure that the physical reality was so pleasant that there
was nothing Harry wouldn�t do to retain and keep it. So he sucked Harry�s
throat, and lapped at the hollow of his neck where his pulse beat, and kept up
the stroking to cock and balls, chest and entrance, stomach and back, so that
Harry�s senses were dazed and overrun with a flood of emotions. He didn�t think
Harry would exactly request that he stop,
not anymore, but he might have doubts, and that would be tiresome.

�� By now,
Draco had more than enough lubricant on his fingers and more than enough room
to reach the place he wanted to go. He cast a murmured spell that raised the
bed up beneath Harry�s arse and then stroked his entrance, gently, fingers
probing in and home.

�� Harry�s
entire body shuddered. Draco smiled. He had had lovers before who were
sensitive on the arse, but no one like this.

�� And I�ll never have anyone else again.

�� The thought
brought him satisfaction, not distress. He knew already that monogamy was
essential if he wanted Harry to be faithful to him in turn, and who else could
compare?

�� He eased
the first finger in. Harry seemed to stop breathing for a moment, and then he
thrashed again, eyes widening until they shone like jewels. Draco had to lean
down and kiss them shut, because much more of that stare and he would come
before he got inside Harry. It would have been a relief for his erection at
this point, but he was still determined that he would feel Harry�s heat and
tightness around him before he did. Draco knew it would be hotter and tighter
than anyone else, because it was Harry.

�� Draco,�
Harry said, and his voice broke in the middle so that he had to repeat the word
before Draco could be certain of what it was.

�� Draco
smiled and worked his finger deeper and deeper, twisting, turning, probing for
what he needed to find. �Yes, love?� he whispered, and then frowned. Exactly
how deep was Harry�s arse, how buried was his prostate? For a moment, Draco
entertained the absurd notion that Harry would have cast a spell to hide it
altogether. Considering how resistant he seemed to be to sexual pleasure,
constant use of the Cold Water Curse and all, it would be like him to have done
that just in case some random man groped his arse.

�� I, need,�
Harry said, the words broken again. Draco bent down and kissed his eyes and
proceeded to work in a second finger.

�� Yes?� he
whispered. �Anything you need, Harry, ask for. I�m going to fuck you like
you�ve never felt, and then I�ll suck you, and then you�ll fuck me, and we�ll
stay in the bed until we�re wrung dry.�

*

�� Harry felt
as though a hot wire had been pulled taut in his belly. It was vibrating,
sending sharp buzzes out under his skin, and he could do nothing but shudder
and roll his head constantly, trying to get accustomed to them.

�� The world
was red. It was like being inside a ruby, listening to Draco complimenting him,
whispering to him and bringing him closer and closer to the moment when he
would explode. Or Draco would explode. Or they would both explode at once.
Harry opened his eyes to the heavy, shimmering haze and clutched at Draco�s
arms. He could feel two fingers inside him and knew that Draco would be inside
him in a moment.

�� That was
bad.

�� He couldn�t
remember why. He had never been so overwhelmed by a feeling of lust before. It
was as if the ending of the Cold Water Curse had brought all his denied
feelings from the last few days crashing down on him.

�� The Cold Water Curse.

�� From the
bottom of his soul, from the depths of pain and pleasure and degradation and
desire, Harry summoned up his strength.

�� Draco,� he
said softly. �I need something from you, right now.�

�� Draco bent
closer to him, breath so excited that Harry couldn�t feel the separate puffs of
it on his face. �Yes,� he whispered. �I only exist to give you what you need,
Harry. What do you want?�

�� Harry felt
a pulse of immense sadness that scattered the last of his lust. Draco shouldn�t
say things like that. Even without the curse corrupting his mind, no one person
should live for another like that.

�� Harry
opened his eyes as though he were struggling against the weight of the lids,
and stared at Draco. Draco stared back, blinking slowly and languorously. It
was a battle not to get lost in those eyes, but Harry summoned the resolve from
where he had summoned his strength and reached up to caress Draco�s cheek.

�� Can you
pull away from me?� he asked. �I�m not ready for this yet.�

�� Draco
sighed. He never ceased the probing of his fingers, the rocking of his hips,
both of which threatened to bring back the haze that had drowned Harry before.
He gritted his teeth and reminded himself that that wasn�t Draco�s fault. He�d
been taken off-guard by his own reluctance to hurt Draco. Clearly that was
going to have to change, and he would have to use the kinds of methods that
might hurt Draco temporarily to hold him back long enough for Harry to find the
cure.

�� You don�t
think you�re ready for it right now,� he said. �But you will be when you feel
my cock, I promise.� He reared back and picked up Harry�s body by the
shoulders, rocking him into a position where he was poised to enter Harry.

�� For the
last time, Harry had to fight temptation. Would it be so bad to let Draco take
what he wanted? He would be willing, so it wouldn�t be rape for him, and he
could ease Draco�s need and gain a period of lucidity after that�

�� But it
would be him raping Draco.

�� And this
really was about an underhanded attempt to slake his own
lust.

�� Draco
thrust forwards, a shallow motion that was enough to rub his erection against
Harry�s arse and no more. Harry moaned. It was so smooth, the slide, so heated, back and forth, and, he could imagine
easily, forwards and back in a moment.

�� Yes,�
Draco hissed under his breath. His eyes were practically black. He looked down
to watch himself enter Harry.

�� Harry�s
hand, splayed out to the side freely, closed on the wand that Draco had left
lying on the bed.

�� He cast a
spell that threw Draco back against the edge of the bed, draping him half-on
and half-off, so that he had to scramble and churn his limbs to keep his
balance. Harry rolled to the side and bolted from the room, around the bed and
through the door that Draco had used earlier.

�� Accio Harry Potter�s wand!� he called as he
went, because he doubted that he could waste much time. Draco would be after
him in seconds.

�� He really
didn�t anticipate the flying tackle that Draco made from the bed onto his back,
knocking him down and locking him against the floor. Harry barely managed to
hang onto the wand.

*

�� Draco�s
mind spun with rage.

�� Who did
Harry think he was? He pretended to
consent, and then in the end he ran away and decided to play hard to get. Well,
not now. Not now. Draco had been in
the perfect position to enter Harry, had been sure that he was warm and loving
and wanted it too, and had forgotten that Harry had never said he loved Draco
and had in fact done some quite unloving things.

�� No more. No longer. Draco would take what he needed first and worry
about what Harry needed later.

�� He kicked
at Harry, trying to pin his legs out to the sides, but Harry flipped his head
back sharply, so that his skull hit Draco�s nose. Draco�s eyes crossed, and he
felt his fingers relax in spite of himself. Harry was on his feet in seconds
and out into the corridors again, and Draco�s frustrated grab for him missed.

�� We�re both naked, Draco thought in the
one part of his brain that wasn�t given over to an immense snarl of
frustration. It shouldn�t be that hard to
have some bloody sex, and yet of course he makes it that way. He�s Harry
Fucking Potter.

�� Harry
didn�t know the layout of the house. Draco kept that in mind as he ran after
him, listening for the sounds of frustrated, pained breathing. Trying to run
with an erection was no fun; Draco should know.

�� If Harry
didn�t know the layout of the house or where it was, he couldn�t get away, even
if he did have Draco�s wand. And surely he wouldn�t try to Apparate naked, not
when he didn�t know how far away he was from home and whether a jump would
suffice to take him across the width of a country or between continents.

�� Harry
darted around a corner, and a terrible suspicion darted into Draco�s brain at
the same moment. He reached out and pushed his anger and desire towards Harry
the way he�d pushed against the bubble that had contained him back at Harry�s
house, yanking, demanding, pulling his wand back to
him.

�� It came flying, Harry letting out a slight cry that might have
been pain from the wood stinging his fingers. Draco hardly cared about that,
not when he could finally tie Harry down again and have him.

�� But it was
too late. Harry had his own wand back, as Draco saw when he faced him. And he
had that powerful, confident look in his eyes that Draco had seen when he faced
Voldemort, never mind that he was naked and hard.

�� Draco
hesitated, caught up in his admiration of Harry in that moment, and Harry�s
body, and the way he shone, and it
was a moment too long.

�� I hope
this works,� Harry said. �I�m sorry, Draco. Finite amorem.�

�� Draco fell
to his knees, screaming, as the pain surged through him. Part of him was
burning, although he couldn�t see what. He curled in on himself, trying to
combat the flames, trying to beat them out, his hands striking his own skin
with regular, small, ugly sounds.

�� And then it
was gone. Then it was over. Draco raised his head and peered suspiciously in
several directions, unable to imagine what had happened.

�� Only when
he looked at Harry did he know. He still wanted him, he still bristled with
jealousy at the thought of someone else having him, but his love was gone, and
with the love, his wild lack of self-control.

�� I�m
sorry,� Harry whispered, kneeling down but not trying to touch him yet. Draco
was grateful for that consideration, as much as he could be, knowing what he
had almost done and what Harry had witnessed. �I�m so sorry.�

�� Draco
closed his eyes, and breathed, and turned his head away.

�� They stayed
there like that, just breathing, until Harry cleared his throat. Draco turned
to stare at him from tear-starred eyes, unable to say what he felt at the moment,
or whether he desired Harry to speak or keep silent.

�� I think�I
think I know how to cure the curse now,� Harry said.

*

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