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Freedom Bound in Chains	By : TaintedSensibly Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 58479 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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A/N:

It's my birthday today! So I decided to give you guys a present. An early chapter.

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Morning After

A thump pulled Harry from shifting dreams. Blinking open his eyes, he sat up, calling sleepily, “Draco?” Another thump and the sound of glass breaking.

Concerned, Harry climbed from the bed and unlocked the bedroom door. He peered out into the hall and saw Liam leaning against the living room wall near the kitchen. The kitchen light was on, spilling over Liam's slumped form, the rest of the room dark.

Harry hurried forward. “Liam? Are you okay?”

The man looked up at him blurrily, squinting, his wavy dark hair tangled around his face. He smiled sloppily and reached for Harry, missing by a wide margin. Off balance, he slid down the wall into a clumsy sit. “Arry! Hey. Sorry 'bout that. Didn't see the step,” he said in a mumble and laughed.

Harry smiled uncertainly since there was no step. The smell of strong drink rose from both Liam and the spill on the wood floor. He ducked his head and began picking up the broken glass. He was calm. Scenes of this nature weren't unfamiliar to him. Uncle had often gotten drunk and it had always been his job to deal with it. Aunt refused to be in the same room as Uncle when he'd been like this, so Harry knew what to do: be quiet and small and help as much as possible so that he didn't turn Liam's happy mood into anger. Although the anger always came. Harry always made mistakes, was always bad and needed correction.

Accepting that as right, Harry carried the broken glass to the trash, oblivious to the small cuts it made on his fingers and palms. Liam's laughter had fallen silent as he stared darkly down at the spill. Harry hurried over with a kitchen rag and began to mop it up, keeping his head ducked. He was already messing up, always too slow, too stupid.

“Don't know what that kid is thinkin'!” Liam suddenly burst out. “Beaten and raped half his life and going back for more.” He punched his thigh. “Brendon just had to have those stupid games in that damned basement and now Draco thinks it's normal!”

Harry risked a glance up to see Liam's eyes glittering and staring right at him.

“Thinks he's doing it for you, going back there, but he's not. He's just going back to what he knows. Gonna get beat and raped by those sickos in leather. Hell, is it even rape? It's not like he's fightin' it. Not like he listens to a damn word I say.” Suddenly, Liam was crying, fat tears spilling down his cheeks. He crawled over and grabbed Harry by the shoulders. “You'll tell him not to go back, right, Harry? Tell him it doesn't help you for him to get hurt? That you don't need him to do that for you?”

Harry, naked because he slept naked, hung passive in Liam's grasp. Draco was at the basement? Brendon's basement? A confused tangle of images flashed through his mind: his mouth being stretched and painfully filled, suffocation, piercing agony throughout his jaw and butt, nearly overwhelming terror; but it was also jumbled up with Draco leaning over him, silver eyes flashing, You first, Harry. Then me, being so full, Draco around and inside him, the near blinding pleasure of it, the crushing need to clean Draco's skin and heal him, make him moan and melt, the sheer joy when he was finally allowed. It was all overwhelming and made his heart beat hard, but he knew one thing for sure.

He lifted his hand and boldly began petting Liam's hair the way he'd seen Draco do before. “It's okay. Draco will come back,” he said with absolute certainty. “Even if he gets hurt, he'll come back and I'll fix him. Promise, Liam. I'm his and I'll make Draco better.” It was his one goal, his one purpose, the only thing that made him good. Everything for Draco, all things, anything, Harry was Draco's, forever.

Liam's dragged Harry into his lap and began rocking back and forth. Harry lay in his grasp and pet the arm that held him so tightly. He wished he knew how to make Liam feel the same surety that he did, but he didn't know how. He was useless, but that was okay because Draco would be back soon. He'd know what to do. Peaceful, calm, he waited for Draco.

Except he must have fallen asleep because he was dreaming of something fluffy when a cool hand on his head and the call of his name pulled him awake. Harry blinked open his eyes and smiled, seeing Draco standing over him, touching his head. It was still dark, the kitchen light the only illumination. It cast half of Draco's face in shadow, but the other half was hard, the single visible eye filled with cold anger. It was just like in the Hold, and – worried – Harry reached for him, thinking he was injured like Liam had said he would be.

Draco immediately grabbed his wrist and tugged hard, pulling him from Liam's tight hold. The man toppled onto his side with a grunt and started to snore.

Feeling Draco's grip tighten painfully, Harry turned his attention back to the blond – self-hate shame – How could he look away from Draco? He couldn't do anything right. “Are you hurt?” he asked quietly, staring anxiously into silver.

“Why would I be?” Draco asked coldly. “More important, why were ya sleepin' with Liam?”

Harry flinched at the accusing tone – horror fear – and sank to his knees. Draco didn't release his wrist and continued to stand over him, making his shoulder pull painfully. “Sorry, Draco! I didn't know it was bad!” Tears drenched his cheeks. “I won't do it again!”

Draco squeezed harder, leaving bruises. “Answer me. What happened?”

Harry gasped. “Liam's drunk. He dropped a glass. I tried to clean it quick, Draco! He was upset you went to the basement. I tried to tell him you'd be back, I really did, but he didn't understand. He was crying and hugged me. I knew you'd come home and make him understand. I waited for you, Draco, I didn't mean to fall asleep! I'm sorry, Draco, sorry, so sorry, I'm don't mean to be bad!”

By this point he was sobbing, practically curled up on the floor, arm twisted upward. Then Draco was pulling him up, wrapped his other arm around him, and crashed their mouths together in a hard, wet kiss. Harry gasped, opening his mouth to Draco, and clung to the blond's shirt. Impossible words filled his mind.

* You did good, Harry. Good boy. I just didn't like seeing you naked in his arms. Don't want anyone touching your naked body. You're such a good boy, taking care of Liam, waiting for me. Love you, Harry. I'm not mad at you. *

- love guilt trust want -

Draco broke their wet kisses, a string of saliva connecting their mouths for a moment before he pulled away and got them on their feet. “Let's go to bed. I'm tired.”

Harry followed without resistance. “Liam?”

“He's fine on the floor,” Draco answered, voice cold again. He shut and locked the bedroom door behind them. He only let go of Harry long enough to pull off his clothes, then he grabbed Harry's hand again and pulled him to bed.

Once they were between the sheets, Draco lying on his back, Harry sighed happily and pressed close to the blond's side, - guilt worry - still making his stomach heavy. He'd been stupid, hadn't put clothes on when he'd gone to Liam, now Draco was mad.

“Harry.” Draco fisted Harry's hair, forced Harry's head up and their eyes to meet. Draco's were a warm grey once more. “It's okay. I've got ya. I'll take care of Liam tomorrow. Everything's gonna be okay.”

Harry melted, going limp in Draco's firm hold – grateful trust – although he couldn't completely shake the – guilt. “Please, Draco...” he whispered, needing to earn forgiveness.

Draco's eyes became heavy as he released his hold on Harry's hair. “Yes,” he rasped. “Yes, Harry.”

Harry whimpered, tears welling. He moved his mouth to the underside of Draco's jaw, sucking, licking, kissing, - love grateful adoration need – shooting through him like burning meteors. The sound of the soft moan his mouth pulled from Draco set Harry's skin afire.

Panting, he licked his way down to Draco's throat. Every time the blond's breath hitched, Harry sucked a little harder. Soon Draco's fingers were tangled in his hair again, petting and scratching, and Harry moaned into the blond's red-flushed skin.

All the times he'd been allowed this gift flashed through his mind. Remembering made him feel tingly and hot and needy. He wanted to make Draco arch and scream, wanted to see him melt and see that warm, peaceful smile Draco only ever wore after Harry touched him just right.

“Please, Draco,” he begged, damp face pressed into Draco's neck, needing direction, craving Draco's pleasure more than he needed air, but not sure what to do or where to start.

Always giving him what he needed, Draco gripped his hair and firmly pushed him down to his chest. “Suck them,” he growled, eyes dark and deep in the faint light coming through their window.

Harry immediately latched onto the small, pale nipple. He moved his tongue around and over, sucking and wetting the skin. Soon he felt the nipple ball up and Draco gave a delicious groan. Heart in his throat, Harry bit gently, sucking harder, making the skin wetter and wetter. Draco was arching into his mouth, pulling at his hair, and Harry hummed happily. Yes, this is what he wanted!

“Other one,” Draco gasped, panting.

Harry shifted, sprawled over Draco's body, and latched onto the other nipple. He licked and sucked as if he were starving and Draco's skin fed him.

After a long minute, the blond began to tremble and began to rock his hips up into Harry's lower stomach, their damp skin sliding, sending shocks of sensation through Harry's body. Sparks flashed deep in his gut, felt so good! Harry pressed down against Draco's thrusts, gasping and moaning around the skin sucked into his mouth.

“Yes, Harry... Love you, love you...” Draco hissed, wrapping his other arm around Harry's lower back, pressing him down hard and rocking up faster.

Arrows of hot pleasure shot straight through Harry's core and he began to thrust with Draco's movements, feeling the wave coming... coming closer...

Nipping, sucking, licking, he kept at Draco's skin, mouthing the blond's chest, switching back to the other side when the hand in his hair loosened. He rocked and thrust and felt the wave crest. Draco was making high-pitched “uh, uh, uh” sounds that made Harry whimper and spread his legs, practically vibrating, and then the wave crashed.

Harry's mouth came off Draco with a wet pop as he arched and cried out, blind and burning burning burning...

Collapsing across the trembling blond, Harry gasped and panted, blinking sweat from his eyes. Draco hummed, his chest vibrating with the sound. He was smiling that soft, special smile that Harry adored.

– happy satisfaction peace lovelovelovelove –

xxx

An imperious little foot poked him in the shoulder, and Liam cracked open dry and bleary eyes to see Draco, arms crossed, frowning down at him with a condemning look. In response, he groaned and covered his eyes with his arm.

“How much of last night do you remember?” Draco asked archly.

Liam frowned and thought back. The bar, a few friends, the burning anger that had nowhere to go, getting dropped off at home, Harry... talking to Harry? Wincing as his headache spiked, Liam moved his arm to peer up at Draco again. He realized suddenly that he was on the floor between the living room and the kitchen. It was uncomfortable as hell, but more importantly, had he talked to Harry drunk? Horrified, he vaguely remembered tears and warm skin held safe in his arms.

“Shit,” he hissed. Draco was gonna kill him. Maybe he already had? His stomach was beginning to roll, sweat dampened his brow and temples, his arms trembled with weakness as he tried to push up into a sitting position. Were his nails discolored slightly? “How long do I got?” he rasped, barely managing to swallow down the bile that surged up his throat.

The little bastard chuckled. He squinted up at the devil-child. Couldn't he at least be kind in his last few moments? Liam had done his fucking best, okay? Not that Draco ever fucking appreciated it. No, instead all he got was a head-fuck and a painful death.

“You're not dying.” Draco uncrossed his arms and helped Liam sit more upright. “What the hell were you thinking coming back this drunk? I came home to find you out cold wrapped around Harry, a naked Harry by the way! He cut his fingers picking up your broken glass. You owe him. So today you're taking us to the zoo.”

Liam blinked stupidly for a minute, trying to process the flood or words. “If you don't help me to the toilet, I'm gonna splatter the floor,” he finally managed in reply.

Draco made a face but dutifully helped Liam stagger to his feet and supported him as much as he could on the way to the bathroom. Liam slammed the door in the blond's face and just managed to make it to the bowl before he was heaving.

xxx

Harry was warm and content when Draco returned to the bedroom, still warm from their wake-up activity. Draco had Harry heal the small cuts on his palms. While sprawled on his back, his mouth warm on his own skin, Draco had licked and sucked between Harry's legs. It had been incredible, so much so that Harry still felt limp and lazy.

Draco smiled that special smile, all soft and relaxed, as he leaned on the bed and ran a hand through Harry's wild hair. “Time to get up, Harry. Got a surprise for ya.”

Harry leaned into the caresses and hummed.

Draco laughed and took his hand away, pulling the blankets off Harry's naked body. “Come on.”

Harry sat up and languidly crawled from the bed. He wrapped his arms around Draco and leaned into his warmth. Draco let him, hugging him for a long minute before pulling away. He went to their drawers and began to toss clothes on the bed. Harry obediently pulled them on, smiling as Draco tugged everything into perfect arrangement before taking his hand and leading him into the living room.

“I'm gonna check on Liam. Get breakfast ready.”

“Yes, Draco,” Harry chirped.

Draco gave him another smile before heading toward Liam's bedroom.

They didn't return until Harry had finished cooking and washing the dishes. He'd put the plates in the oven to stay warm and as soon as he heard footsteps coming down the hall, he began to take them out and set them on the table. His eyes immediately went to Draco. The blond looked annoyed and Liam looked ill. Harry felt his stomach drop in worry, but Draco waved him off when he tried to go to their sides.

“No,” Draco said simply and tapped the table where Harry usually sat. “Eat and then we'll go.”

Harry obediently slid into his chair, but he kept shooting Liam worried glances. The man caught Harry looking and grimaced. He fished sunglasses out of his pocket and slid them on. Harry looked to Draco in entreaty, but the blond shook his head again, saying into Harry's mind, * You're not to heal him. Don't ask again. *

After breakfast, Draco bundled them up in sweatshirts and jackets, gloves and scarves. He even made sure Liam grabbed his before they locked the apartment behind them. Harry's gloves were bright red, his scarf a deep blue with white stripes. Draco's was dark green, his gloves black. Both of their jackets were black and bulky, but their hoodies' sleeves poked out at the wrist (Draco's dark blue, Harry's dark purple) and covered half of their gloved hands. They wore their jeans and sneakers with thick socks. So despite the stinging bite in the late February air, they were warm and happy.

Harry snuggled his face into the folds of his fluffy scarf, his nose red, as he held tight to Draco's hand. The blond was relaxed and cheerful once more. Liam remained silent and aloof, but he didn't seem as sick as he had at breakfast, although he did walk much slower than usual.

Harry gaped as they made their way to the subway system. He'd never seen anything like it before. Draco was just as interested as Liam showed him a map and explained that there were many lines that took you all different places. He demonstrated buying tickets and they boarded one of the silver trains. Harry sat on his knees with his face pressed to the glass as he watched stations and tunnels whirl past. Draco sat next to him, his attention on the people riding with them. Liam slouched in the corner, glasses still firmly on his face.

The ride was fun. When they got off, they climbed the stairs to find themselves only a few blocks away from Central Park.

“We're going to the park, Draco?” Harry asked, excitedly.

Draco smirked and didn't answer.

Harry's eyes grew wide as they finally reached the zoo entrance. He clung to Draco's arm, practically hugging it. Draco gave him a smile and kissed Harry's temple. “I've never been to the zoo,” Harry admitted softly, suddenly feeling uncertain. He didn't deserve it.

“Me, neither,” Draco answered and gave Harry a look. “We're gonna have fun.” He glanced up at Liam. “Right?”

Liam sighed, but his mouth pulled into a reluctant smile. “A blast.”

Harry's heart pounded. Draco pulled free and ran ahead through the gates, a big grin on his face, nose and cheeks red from the cold. Harry chased after him, laughing. Following more slowly, Liam trudged along in their wake. They practically had the zoo to themselves since it was a workday and winter.

...

Their first stop was the sea lion exhibit that sat in the center of the zoo. Harry practically pressed his face to the glass as he watched the surprisingly graceful and fast animals swim. Draco laughed as the zookeeper had them do tricks for fish. Liam, sitting on the bleachers, lounging back, cracked a smile and laughed. For once, Draco and Harry were acting their ages: shouting and laughing and clapping. Draco practically jumped up and down, arms waving in the air, when the zookeeper asked for a volunteer to help with their next trick. Harry boucned on his toes, hands clasped under his chin in his excitement when Draco was chosen.

The blond stood in front of about a dozen people and tossed the sea lion fish, making it jump. He looked happy and kept shooting Harry grins. Liam wished he'd brought his camera. Getting up, he quickly made his way to the woman sitting a few feet down from him.

“Can you take a few pictures? I forgot my camera,” he asked her, flashing his most charming grin. Adding the cherry on top, he shifted his weight shyly and bashfully ruffled his hair in the back, the wavy black locks falling free to his shoulders and around his face.

“Of course!” She smiled and dutifully snapped a few pictures of Draco as he finished his act.

“I really appreciate it,” Liam told her warmly. “Can I call them over and you can get a quick one with the tank in the back?”

“That's a great idea,” she gushed.

Liam waved the boys over. Harry was hugging Draco's arm, looking into his face as if Draco were the only one in the world and was asking questions a mile a minute about Draco's act, even though he'd witnessed the whole thing. Draco was grinning and laughing, slipping answers in here and there when Harry let him.

“Stand together,” Liam requested and tilted his head toward the camera.

For a split second, Draco tensed. Harry instantly picked up on the tension and fell silent and shy, hiding his face from the woman and her gawking toddlers. Liam came to them and crouched down, slipping his sunglasses off his face. He looked in Draco's eyes and offered him a reassuring smile.

“To remember today,” he said softly.

Draco relaxed and his smile returned. Harry peeked out. Liam gave them both a smile and wrapped an arm around their backs, Harry safe in the middle. The woman took several pictures, telling them they looked great. Harry looked happy and excited about that.

“I've never taken a picture before,” he exclaimed, but then followed it up with a correction. “Well, except for the one on the boat.”

Liam shivered, knowing Harry meant the one for the sex catalogue.

“That one doesn't count,” Draco said fiercely and hugged Harry close. “Sides this one has all of us together.”

Harry, sweet eyes smiling up at Liam, asked, “Cause we're a family?”

Throat tight, Liam nodded. “Yeah. Cause we're a family.” He met Draco's eyes belatedly, checking to see if he had overstepped himself, but the blond was smiling a smug smile, arms still wrapped around Harry. Blushing, Liam looked away.

The woman couldn't help overhearing this and had tears in her eyes. Liam quickly stood and thanked her again, telling her a quick story about adopting the boys recently. He gave her his postoffice box address and she promised to mail the pictures as soon as she got them developed.

“What are the odds of actually seeing those pictures?” Draco asked as they walked away.

“One hundred percent chance,” Liam said with a laugh. “She was over the moon about you two.”

Just then they saw a building with pictures of penguins outside and Harry made a little gaspy sound of excitement. Draco laughed and raced into the building, Harry running behind him. Liam followed at his own pace. His head was still pounding, but he felt much better than he had.

They saw penguins, sea birds, owls, and other animals in the building. Liam read all the plaques of information and whenever they found a zookeeper, Draco would grill them for more information about the animals. He seemed particularly interested in how the animals acted toward each other and how group dynamics worked. Liam guessed it was because they had seen two penguins fighting each other when they'd first stepped in.

Harry, he noticed, did not talk to strangers. He did not ask questions of the zookeeper. He spoke to Draco and to Liam only, but even then, he only ever asked Draco questions. Liam sighed, regretful of Harry's complete reliance on Draco, but refused to let it hamper his day.

It was nearing noon by the time they left the exhibits in the penguin building and they were getting hungry. The boys weren't ready to stop, however, so Liam bought some popcorn and sodas. Sitting on a bench in the sun, Liam listened as the boys chatted away about the animals they'd seen so far and making guesses on what other animals were at the zoo. Liam was almost done with his popcorn when a yellow buttery puff hit him on the cheek. Raising an eyebrow, he looked over at Draco who was grinning unrepentantly.

Popcorn flew fast and furious as they jumped off the bench, armed. Harry shrieked laughter and helped Draco pelt Liam with the greasy kernels. Bags ran empty and Liam upended his over the blond's head, sending a shower of salt on the kid and then diving in to tickle the blond's sides. He only got a few good seconds in, the blond wiggling and screaming laughter, face flushed and eyes sparkling, when Harry jumped on his back, making Liam topple on his butt. Then he had an armful of two wiggling boys trying to tickle him.

Twitching, thrashing, Liam burst out with full-bellied laughter before he managed to bolt to his feet and escape. Giggling, the boys leaned on each other, their scarves dangling loose around their necks, as they followed Liam to the bathroom to clean up and use the toilets. Liam was just glad their drinks hadn't been involved in their impromptu food war.

...

Harry felt like he were floating or dreaming, except even his dreams were never as good as today. It was all so amazing that for a while Harry thought of nothing else. They saw amazing animals and learned so many new things as Liam read all the informational plaques out loud for them. The zookeepers taught them even whenever they found one.

Draco laughed at the snow monkeys as they sat bunched up and groomed each other. The polar bears had a wrestling match. The snow leopards stared at them from behind the glass, making him shiver. They ran here and there, every new thing better than the last.

But as the day began to warm and they finally stopped for lunch, the weird floaty feeling began to tremble at the edges of Harry's mind. He was having fun, too much fun. Sitting at a cafe table, eating the sandwich Liam had bought, something Harry hadn't cooked or helped make, he felt a sudden overpowering wave of self-hate. He'd been bad last night, made Draco mad and got Liam in trouble, he wasn't helping at all today, not even with lunch or cleaning, he was a burden. He shouldn't be happy, shouldn't be here. Hands beginning to shake, he couldn't catch his breath.

“Harry? You okay?” Liam's concern stung and Harry flinched away when the man tried to touch his arm.

Harry looked to Draco, - apology self-hate need - almost overwhelming him.

The blond stared at him, face perfectly blank, no longer smiling, and Harry burst into loud sobs - guilt hatehatehate. He didn't know how to stop, knew he was wrecking a perfect day, breaking Draco's happiness, but couldn't stop getting worse can't stop!

“Stay here,” Draco told Liam, face perfectly calm and took Harry by the hand.

“Sure,” Liam answered, clearly worried.

Harry followed, shaking and sobbing as Draco led him to the bathrooms. It was empty, and Draco took him to the handicap stall. There was a plastic thing on the wall. Draco unlatched it and a plastic shelf opened up. Shaking, almost sick with from crying so hard, Harry obediently leaned against the shelf as Draco pressed him against it. Hooking his arms over the edge, Harry buried his face into the sleeves of his dark purple hoodie, his jacket and scarf left at the table.

Draco, still silent, reached around and unbuttoned Harry's jeans. He pushed them down with the underwear and pressed on Harry's inner thighs, making him open his legs as much as possible. Harry had no idea what Draco was going to do, but he - hoped hated needed - so much.

Mumbling, almost incoherent through his loud, wet cries, Harry begged, staring at Draco over his shoulder with desperate green eyes, “Make it stop please I'm sorry so bad I'm a burden freak don't deserve it but please help me Draco make it stop I'm sorry!”

* Don't make a sound, Harry. Keep it in. I want you to focus on the pain. Feel every bit of it. You didn't trust me to know that it was okay to be happy and now I'm going to punish you. *

Harry sucked in a breath, pressed his face back into his arms, and rode the pain as Draco began pinching his soft inner thighs hard enough to bruise. The blond pinched and twisted sharply, making the pain flare hot and bright. Trembling, Harry went limp, practically hanging on the shelf. It hurthurthurt! But it settled him, shut the spiraling thoughts and hate away, shut them up.

Yes, punish me. Need it. Deserve it. Good. Wanna be good, but he couldn't say it out loud, was ordered to be silent.

* You're mine, Harry. It's not bad to be happy because you're mine and that means I'm happy. All of you is mine, even your heart and feelings. Did you forget? *

Harry flung his head up, head thrashing back and forth in quick denial. Never forget, yours Draco please, I'm sorry! he thought desperately.

* I know what you need, Harry. I'm going to make sure you don't forget for a long time what it means to be mine. *

And agony exploded through his body, blindingly hot, consuming pain. Harry had no idea what happened. Only it hurt perfectly and everything else disappeared. Everything but pain.

He faded back into himself... Found he was slouched against the wall underneath the shelf, Draco wrapped around him, face buried in his neck. Harry was limp in his arms, his jeans and underwear around his knees still, butt cold on the tile floor. His lower half throbbed hotly with every breath. Hurt didn't even begin to cover it.

Slowly he was able to pinpoint the source of the pain to between his legs, behind his privates, on the skin right behind his balls. Hurt! Tears streaking his face, Harry turned his head, wondering if he was allowed to speak. He felt perfectly calm. Pain and silence inside. It was perfect.

Almost dreamily, he lifted a hand and began to pet Draco's hair the way Draco always did to him. He felt Draco smile against the skin of his neck, and Harry felt a glimmer of happiness return. After a few moments more, Draco pulled away. He said nothing as he helped Harry get to his feet. The pain so bright and hot still, but Harry made not a sound as his pants and underwear were pulled up and fastened.

“You didn't scream,” Draco whispered into his ear. “Good boy. Such a good boy.”

Harry opened his mouth eagerly as Draco began kissing him, holding him tight against his chest. Melting, hurting, happy, Harry leaned into his embrace and let Draco's mouth and kisses fill him. Their hearts slowed, sweat dried on their skin. Harry felt dizzy, lips tingling, when Draco finally pulled away.

“We're gonna finish eatin' an then have fun, right, Harry?” Draco asked, hands framing Harry's face as he stared into his eyes.

“Yes, Draco,” Harry answered sweetly, smiling, still throbbing between his legs. He waddled painfully after the blond.

...

Draco felt tingly all over and hypersensitive to Harry's emotions through the bond as they returned to the table. His boy was back to feeling peaceful and happy, grateful and full of love. Pain twinned through it all, but that was what Harry had needed. The bruises from his claiming two weeks ago in the woods after Harry's breakdown had faded. Maybe he would always need to wear Draco's marks. Something happy and excited twisted Draco's stomach at the thought. Harry was his in a way that was absolute and primal. Harry's body wearing proof made them both feel good.

Liam's brows were bunched, his blue eyes watching Harry carefully as the boy sat down and winced. “You okay, Harry?” he asked gently.

Harry reached toward him and Liam took the offered hand, squeezing it. “Sorry, Liam,” Harry apologized quietly, cheeks red with embarrassment.

Draco cleared his throat and they both looked over. “After we eat, what else is there to see?” he asked, calm and smiling. He didn't want Liam putting worry into his boy and ruining all of his work.

Liam stared at him for a moment. Draco could see the lingering illness and the deep uncertainty. He knew Draco had hurt Harry somehow, but he also realized Harry was no longer having a panic attack. Eventually, Liam's blue eyes dropped from his and he began to pick bits of bread off of his sandwich.

“The petting zoo opened a few minutes ago,” he answered awkwardly.

Draco squeezed Harry's hand comfortingly and picked up his own sandwich. Harry copied him, and after a few bites, so did Liam. They finished lunch mostly in silence. Draco knew Harry was still floating on the pain, so it didn't bother the dark-haired boy the way it might have.

When they were finished, Draco took his boy's hand and they smiled at each other. Harry leaned into his side and they wandered over to the petting area. Liam trailed behind him like he had all day, sunglasses back in place, and everything was good again.

Chapter End.

This chapter was getting enormously long. I hate leaving it on a sour note and cutting the zoo trip in half, but, again, it became too long and was throwing off my rhythm. See you next week with the rest! :D
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