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Amore Schiavo	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 39165 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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“Listen, if it doesn’t work this time, we’ll wait a few days before we try again.” Harry told Draco.
Draco sighed. “I really don’t want to, Harry Master.” He whined.
Harry held out the vial of headache potion. “Please? Just try? For me?”
Draco scowled. “Those don’t even work against the spell, you tit. Ow, sorry, Harry Master!”
“Well, you’re going to end up in pain either way, looks like. What’s a little more?” Harry snapped, glaring at Draco as he set the useless potion aside.
“Fine.” Draco hissed. “Harry.” When the pain in his head didn’t increase, he raised an eyebrow. “Harry?” He tried again. “Harry, Harry, Harry.” He grinned.
Harry’s answering grin was twice as bright. “Yes!” He pumped his fist in the air, then grabbed Draco in a hug. “Finally, we have some real progress!”
“Oh, like me regaining my bloody mind wasn’t real progress.” Draco drawled in amusement.
Harry shrugged. “Well, it was, but this is better.”
“In YOUR opinion.” Draco pointed out.
“And whose bloody opinion MATTERS, here?!” Harry snapped, then winced. “Sorry, that was rude.”
Draco sighed and shrugged. “True, though. I’m well aware of the fact that MY opinion is immaterial now.”
“I still shouldn’t point it out like that. I really AM sorry.” Harry repeated.
“Don’t be.” Draco told him with a grin. “It’s your right to say whatever you want to me and be totally unrepentant. Remember, the dynamic between us now was MY CHOICE. I can hardly complain for getting what I asked for, can I?”
Harry groaned. “No matter what you say about it, there’s no reason for me to be a callous prick over it all. I CARE what you think, really, I do.” He insisted. “I just got a little carried away.”
“I believe you, Harry. I’m hardly about to be angry with you over something so trivial.” Draco said.
Harry grinned. “But now you can call me Harry! This is really great!”
“Your unbridled enthusiasm is really something else.” Draco drawled. “One would think Christmas came early, or something.”
“For me, it just did. We’re one step closer to getting you to join in on Order meetings. You have no idea how much that will help us. Every little bit counts.” Harry told him.
Draco rolled his eyes. “Plus, we’re a little closer to being able to tell your friends about this. You’ll only be able to come up with workable alibis for so long, honorable Gryffindor that you are.” He said in amusement.
“Be glad I’m an honorable Gryffindor. If I wasn’t, I’d have taken total advantage of this situation before now.” Harry reminded him.
Draco shrugged. “I never said being honorable was a BAD thing, just a bit inconvenient for us.”
“So, are you willing to meet Ron and Hermione soon, so I don’t have to lie to them about where I’ll be? The sooner we do this, the more time I can spend with you.” He pointed out.
“I suppose.” Draco sighed. “Weasley’s going to love this.”
Harry nodded. “Probably. And Hermione’s going to hate it. But let me worry about that. I’ll make sure Ron doesn’t try anything, and if he does, I won’t bring him around to see you ever again. But I think if you can put the past aside, you’d get along well with Hermione. And besides, I want her and you to study together, since you can’t go to classes. There’s no reason you should miss out on learning what we are.”
Draco smirked. “I was actually thinking of doing some independent study while you’re gone. I did give you my school books, so I have them here. It seemed like a good idea to fill the time.”
“That’s actually a really good idea. But I think you could still benefit from Hermione’s notes.” Harry told him.
“If you think she’d be willing to help me, I’ll accept whatever help I can get.” Draco said with a shrug.
Harry beamed at him, seeming pleased with his answer. “Great! So it’s settled. Hermione will be glad you’re not going to miss out on things much. Of course, she’ll probably have quite a bit to say to me regarding the spell, and the fact that I went along with it, but I can deal with that.”
Draco sighed. “It really was the only way. There are certain ways for families to keep their children in line, so until I cut the ties, I was vulnerable. My father could have used one of several spells to bring me home or kill me from afar. There really was no other way. You can explain that to her, if you want. Or I can.” He offered.
Harry shrugged. “It might be a good idea. Either way, she won’t approve.”
“Well, we’ll deal with that when we have to. Didn’t you have some reading you needed to catch up on? Don’t let me stop you.”
Harry sighed. “Yeah. Bring me my Transfiguration book.” He said, sounding put-out.
Draco smirked and got the book out of Harry’s rucksack and brought it over. “See? Giving orders like you were born to it already. We can make this work.”
Harry just rolled his eyes. “Right.”
Draco sat at his feet, leaning against his leg.
Harry reached down to stroke his hair with one hand, and began reading.
*****
Draco sat on Harry’s lap, directly on top of the Charms textbook he’d been reading. “I’m horny.” He announced.
Harry grinned. “So wank. I’m busy.”
Draco’s hand immediately obeyed, finding its way into his trousers and curling around his cock. “I don’t want to WANK.” Draco pouted. “I want YOU.”
“Oh, you do?” Harry asked, affecting surprise.
“Please don’t make me beg, Harry. Because I will, if this doesn’t work. I’m REALLY horny.” Draco told him.
Harry chuckled. “Stop wanking, then. Get off my book, and go into the bedroom. Get undressed and wait for me on the bed!” He called after the retreating blonde.
Draco flashed him a smirk as he walked into the bedroom, clearly pleased that he was getting what he wanted.
Harry marked his place in the textbook, then set it on the table next to the chair. He went into the bedroom and found Draco, already naked, laying on the bed.
“That was fast.” He said, grinning.
“I CAN be fast when properly motivated.” Draco agreed.
Harry undressed, his eyes drinking in the sight of Draco. “Touch yourself for me.” He ordered, watching as Draco shot him another smirk, wrapping his long, pale fingers around his cock.
Draco stroked himself too slowly for it to be anything more than a tease, and Harry stepped out of his trousers and pants, nearly throwing himself onto the bed.
“Stop.” He ordered, and grabbed both of Draco’s hands, pinning them above Draco’s head with his body weight. “You bloody prick tease.” He chided with a smile. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?”
Draco laughed. “I have a small idea, yes.”
Harry leaned in and kissed him, then pulled back. “Hey, how much do you trust me?” He asked.
Draco raised a brow. “I thought that much would be obvious: with my life.” He didn’t follow the statement with a ‘duh,’ but the look on his face certainly implied it.
Harry stroked his wrists with a fingertip, then looked back at Draco’s face. “Can I tie you up? Just your hands, like this.”
“Yes, Master.” Draco said with relish.
Harry was about to tell him not to call him that, but Draco cut him off.
“You SAID I could! Please?” He batted his eyelashes at Harry. “Come on, it makes me hot. Don’t you like it a LITTLE?”
Harry cleared his throat. The truth was, he liked it a little too MUCH. He could get used to hearing it, if he let himself. “Fine. Only in bed.”
“Of course, Master.” Draco replied.
Harry looked around for his wand, realizing it was somewhere in the tangle of clothing he’d left on the floor. “Keep your hands there.” He ordered, getting up and walking over to where his clothes lay. He bent over to begin searching for it, and Draco let out a low whistle.
“Oh, now THAT’S a nice sight! Could you spread your legs a little?” Draco asked.
Harry snorted, finding his wand and standing again. “No. It’s over, the moment has passed.”
“Pity.” Draco said. “You’ve a delicious arse. I want to see it some more.” He said.
Harry grinned at him, reaching up to reposition his hands, then conjured ropes, tying them securely to the headboard. “There. Can you get out of them?”
Draco tested them, and met Harry’s eyes. “No. I’m quite happily trapped, Master.” He said lightly.
“Good.” Harry slid down Draco’s body and raised his legs up. “Is this comfortable?” He asked the blonde.
“Kind of undignified, but yes, I’m fine, Master.”
Harry leaned in and licked a wet stripe from Draco’s tailbone to his perineum, then focused on the tiny hole he’d just barely passed over, licking at it eagerly.
Draco moaned. “Oh, Merlin, yes!” He breathed.
Harry wished he could see Draco’s face while he was doing this, but since it was an impossibility, he pushed the thought aside and began fucking Draco with his tongue, working it in and out over and over until it was shiny with saliva and Draco was nearly screaming with pleasure.
He lubed his fingers and pushed two of them into Draco, making the blonde moan loudly as he tried to push his hips back against them, but was unable to get any leverage, bound as he was.
“Oh, you horrible, wonderful man, you did this on PURPOSE!” Draco cried out, pulling at his bound wrists.
Harry chuckled, sliding in a third finger and twisting them, rubbing against Draco’s prostate. “No, but now that I know how much you like it, we’ll have to do this more often.” He assured the blonde.
Draco lifted his head as much as he could and glared at him. The glare lost some of its effect, however, when Harry grazed his prostate again and his expression changed to one of bliss.
Harry snorted, lubing himself and pressing against Draco’s entrance, not pushing inside yet. “Who am I?” He asked.
Draco glared at him. “An evil sadist.” He responded.
“Wrong.” Harry pressed against him harder. “Who. Am. I?”
“Master-Ah!” Draco cried out, back arching as Harry slid into him, seating himself balls-deep in the blonde with one thrust.
Harry allowed the blonde a few moments to catch his breath, then began thrusting.
“Oh, yes, Master!” Draco wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist and held him tightly, barely letting him pull back enough to thrust again.
Harry laughed. “Draco, you have to let me MOVE.”
Draco moaned and shook his head. “Like you right where you are.” He said, crying out when Harry thrust again, hitting his prostate dead-on. “Oh, never mind, that’s even better!” He decided, loosening his legs a bit.
Harry just grinned and kept on moving, trying to hit the same spot with every thrust. By the sounds Draco was making, either he was succeeding, or Draco didn’t mind his failure.
Harry reached down and began stroking Draco. “You’re going to come with me, aren’t you, Draco?” He asked.
Draco nodded frantically. “Yes, Master! Oh, Merlin, keep going!” He gasped out.
Harry leaned in and kissed him, plunging his tongue into Draco’s mouth in an echo of what their bodies were doing.
Draco’s moans were gaining in volume, even smothered by Harry’s mouth as they were.
Harry broke the kiss, both of them panting raggedly as they raced toward completion. “Who do you belong to, Draco?” Harry asked, stroking him faster as he felt his impending release rush toward him. “Who owns you?”
Draco was nearly sobbing now. “You, Master! Oh, fuck, only you! Please let me come!”
“Come now, Draco!” Harry ordered as his own release rushed through him, and he smiled as he felt Draco’s coat his hand and the blonde screamed. He collapsed onto Draco, panting heavily.
Draco squirmed. “I’m still tied up, here.” The blonde pointed out.
Harry leaned off the bed to find his wand, which had fallen off the side of the bed during their bout, and banished the ropes tying Draco’s hands above his head.
Draco sighed in relief. “Thanks. Wow.” He said.
Harry chuckled. “Yeah, I think ‘wow’ is right. You actually SCREAMED.” He told the blonde in surprise.
Draco flushed. “It WAS really good, in my defense.” He said.
“Yeah, it was.” Harry said happily. “This is one area of the spell I don’t MIND practicing.” He told Draco.
Draco snorted. “Sex fiend.”
“You like it, you know you do.” Harry shot back.
“Mm, we’re pretty good together. There’s definite sexual chemistry at work.” Draco sounded smug.
Harry laughed. “Well, it’s good. Imagine if we had discovered this sooner. All that time we were fighting we could have been shagging.”
Draco snorted. “Yes, because Dumbledore certainly would have looked the other way for me if it weren’t for this spell.”
“He might’ve.” Harry pointed out. “Maybe he would’ve thought I’d bring you around.”
“Brought myself around, thanks.” Draco said, getting up. “We really shouldn’t stay in bed, you’ve got work to complete.”
Harry groaned. “Slave driver.”
Draco smirked at him. “Unfortunate choice of words, Harry MASTER.”
Harry grinned at him. “I suppose it is.” He said, rolling out of bed. “All right, back to work I go.”
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