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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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“Are you going to be okay, you know, with me not being here?” Harry asked Draco.
Draco looked up from his spot next to Harry’s knee. “Of course. I have standing orders to eat when the food is brought, and to drink as well, and you need to go to classes. It’ll be fine.”
“You were really upset about me leaving before.” Harry pointed out.
Draco groaned. “That wasn’t really me, though! I’m fine with it, Harry! I really am.” He finished firmly.
Harry blushed. “Alright. Sorry I brought it up.”
“You just need to understand that that wasn’t really me. I don’t act like that at all. It was a product of the spell, nothing more than that.” Draco said.
“I’m trying to separate out what was a by-product of the spell and what was really you showing through, but it’s hard to do. I lived with you acting like that for days, Draco. I am going to say, there were parts I liked about it. You were really cute, to be honest.” Harry said with a small smile.
Draco flushed bright red and growled. “None of it was me!” He shouted, then stormed into the bedroom, pressing the heel of his hand to his eye.
Harry sighed. “Was it worth the pain?” He asked.
Draco slammed the door behind him.
“I suppose it was, at that.” Harry muttered to himself, grabbing his potions book and finding the page he’d been on. Except that this time, Draco wasn’t there to clarify things for him, like he had been doing the past few times Harry had tried to do his potions reading. Harry sighed again.
*****
“Draco?” Harry knocked on the bedroom door, tentatively. “Draco, dinner’s here.”
No answer.
“Draco?” Harry knocked again.
“I’m not hungry.” Came the terse answer.
“You need to eat.” Harry replied. “I’ll make you. I can make it an order if I have to. One way or another, you’re going to eat.” He said, waiting for a few moments. When the only reply he got was more silence, he sighed. “Come out here and eat something, Draco.”
Draco opened the door and snarled at him. “You’re a right bastard, you know that?!” He hissed, then shoved past Harry and sat down at the table in his customary spot, rubbing his temples.
Harry sat in the seat across from him, watching him with an unreadable expression. He picked up his fork and began eating, pretending not to notice when Draco did the same, grudgingly.
“I don’t want us to fight.” Harry finally said.
Draco grunted, still eating.
“What do I have to do to fix this?” Harry asked. “I want us to not be fighting anymore.”
Draco sighed, finally meeting his eyes. “Just stop expecting me to be like the spell made me act. It’s not going to happen, and the constant comparisons are making me… Well, tetchy. Obviously.” He answered.
Harry nodded. “I’ll do that. Sorry.”
Draco shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. It’s not my place to be mad at you, and the spell is killing me for letting it sit this long.” He said.
Harry blinked. “Oh. Um, I forgive you for that, you know.”
Draco gasped as his headache eased. “Oh, Merlin, blessed relief! Apparently I needed your forgiveness to ease the pain. It’s all gone now.” He said in surprise.
“So the spell lets me take an active part in the punishments? That’s good.” Harry said.
Draco groaned. “Now I have no choice but to apologize when I’m in the wrong. This is going to take some getting used to.”
“It seems like the amount of time the pain lasts is directly proportionate to what you did. Last time, I didn’t forgive you, but it faded on its own, right?” Harry pointed out.
Draco nodded. “That’s true.” He agreed. “Maybe it has to do with things that you make me do and what I decide to do on my own? Or maybe it has to do with things that really hurt you?”
Harry sighed. “I think it’s the last. I really didn’t like you just yelling and storming off like that. It left the situation up in the air when what we really needed was to shout it out and get to the end of it.”
“I’ll try not to do that again.” Draco allowed. “But I make no promises. That’s generally the way I work.”
“We’ll work on it together.” Harry said. “If I feel we need to have a massive row over something to clear the air, I’ll order you to come back and we’ll have a row. Deal?”
Draco sighed in disgust. “Deal.” He said morosely. “But I don’t have to like it.”
“No, you don’t.” Harry agreed. “It’s enough that you’re willing to try for me.”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “I did sign up for this, did I not? There’s not much I wouldn’t be willing to try for you.” He stated.
Harry smiled. “Good to know. Are you done eating?” He asked.
Draco looked down at his plate, then shrugged. “Yes. Why?”
“We can have make-up sex now.” Harry told him happily.
Draco chuckled. “Merlin, I’ve created a monster!”
*****
Harry got up and brushed a kiss over Draco’s cheek.
The blonde stirred as Harry got up. “Where you going?” He asked sleepily.
“It’s Monday morning, six-thirty. I have to get ready for breakfast and class.” Harry reminded Draco.
“Mm, right.” Draco snuggled deeper under the covers. “Wake me when you’re out of the shower?”
Harry smiled. “Sure.” He said, heading into the bathroom. He turned the water on and got under the spray, absently stroking himself as he remembered the night before. He now knew what was so great about make-up sex. He slid one hand lower, ghosting over his balls and then slid it further back, to trace over his entrance.
Would Draco ever be willing to top? Because Harry was certainly willing to bottom, after seeing Draco enjoy it so much. He slid a finger inside himself, feeling for his prostate. When he couldn’t find it, he slid another finger in, remembering about where it had been in Draco. He gasped when he found it and his cock gave an interested pulse as he ran a finger over the small gland.
He continued fingering himself and stroking himself in tandem, wishing it were Draco’s hands pleasuring him instead of his own. When he came, he whispered Draco’s name, mindful that the other teen was still asleep just beyond the still-open door. He smiled, washing his hands off and reaching for the shampoo.
*****
“Draco, I’m out of the shower.” He said, nudging the other teen.
Draco sat up in bed, blinking blearily. “Mm, okay, I’m up.” He said, rubbing his fists over his eyes.
Harry smiled. He really was cute first thing in the morning.
“Let me dress you?” Draco asked.
Harry shrugged. “Alright.”
Draco got up and walked out into the other room, noticing the change of clothes sitting on the desk. Dobby had brought Harry a change of clothes during his stay in the room, and those were staying in the room, but his school uniform was clean and folded neatly, waiting for him.
Draco grabbed the boxers, holding them out for Harry to step into.
Harry stepped into them, blushing. He sucked in a breath when Draco’s tongue poked out and ran across the head of his cock as it passed his face. “Draco, we don’t have time!” He hissed, flushing.
Draco smirked. “I know. That was me being a tease.” He smugly told the other teen.
Harry chuckled. “Well, I may choose not to let you dress me if you do that again.” He warned.
“I think I’ll take my chances, thanks.” Draco purred, holding out Harry’s trousers.
Harry stepped into them, holding onto Draco’s shoulders for added stability. “Hang on.” He shimmied a few times to make sure his feet weren’t on the trouser legs, then nodded. “Okay, you can pull them up.”
Draco pulled them up and fastened them. He grabbed the shirt and held it out. “You’re doing the tie yourself.” He said with a smile. “I refuse to tie a Gryffindor tie. I have standards, you know.”
Harry laughed. “Fine. I can do that myself.” He said as Draco buttoned his shirt. He grabbed the tie from the desk and slid it on, then tied it. “There.” He said as Draco finished dressing him, ending it all by smoothing his hands down Harry’s chest.
“All done.” Draco proclaimed, then pulled him close and kissed him. “There. I’ll see you in two weeks.” He said.
Harry grabbed his rucksack and nodded. “See you then.” He said, then left the room.
Draco sighed. “I may actually miss him.” He muttered to himself, sitting down heavily in the chair.
*****
Harry hurried into the Great Hall, seeing that Ron and Hermione were already there. He sat next to Hermione, who turned to him immediately. “You’re back!” She cried happily, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and hugging him. “Where were you?!” She asked.
Harry flushed. “I really can’t say, but I’ll explain it some after class.” He promised.
Hermione huffed, but nodded. “Fair enough. Just promise me it’s nothing dangerous.”
“It’s nothing dangerous to me.” Harry said, then focused on his food, trying to ignore Ron and Hermione’s questioning gazes.
Hermione watched him for a few moments, then frowned. “Where are your glasses?” She asked.
Harry smiled. “I took a potion that fixed my eyes. I don’t need them anymore!” He said happily.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. “Really? And what were you doing that you needed your eyes fixed?”
“Well, I didn’t exactly need them fixed, it just sort of happened. Look, it’ll probably make more sense once you know where I was, so just wait until I can tell you, alright?” He pleaded.
Hermione sighed. “Fine.”
*****
“Potter, stay here, I want to speak with you for a moment.” Snape said as the rest of the class got up and left.
Harry sighed and nodded to Ron and Hermione. “Just go, I’ll meet up with you in a bit. He doesn’t look too mad to me.” He added the last under his breath, wondering what he had done wrong today, besides existing.
Snape walked over and braced himself with his hip against the desk, arms crossed over his chest.
“Sir?” Harry ventured.
“You know only two people skilled enough to brew an Occulis potion, and you are on bad terms with both of them.” Snape drawled.
Harry gulped. ‘Shit.’ He thought.
“Though, perhaps that has changed.” Snape continued. “I won’t ask you where Draco is, because it’s his decision whether or not he wants to be found, but please, tell me if he is well.”
Harry breathed a mental sigh of relief. “He’s fine, Sir. He’s under my protection.”
Snape stared at Harry as if he had grown two extra heads. “Somehow, that fails to reassure me.”
“I won’t let him come to harm, I swear to you.” Harry said firmly.
Snape stared at him for a few moments, then nodded. “See that you don’t, Potter. You may go.”
Harry got up and was about to leave. Before he left the room, he turned and said, “You’ll see him soon, if I have my way.”
Snape nodded again. “Very well, Potter.”
Harry had to run to make it to Charms on time.
*****
Harry groaned, laying his head on his history book.
Ron wrote something on a piece of parchment and slid it across the desk to him.
Harry lifted his head to read it.
‘Long night?’
Harry smiled and wrote back ‘Something like that’ sliding it back to Ron before he laid his head back down.
Honestly, it had been rather a long night last night. The make-up sex he and Draco had engaged in had turned into something of a marathon. As soon as he’d thought they were done, Draco had done or said something to turn him on again, and the whole process had repeated. The blonde was probably feeling it still.
Hermione gave him a reproachful look, but kept silently taking notes, seemingly content to just let Harry rest while he had the chance.
Harry thanked whatever deity was listening for small mercies.
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