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Perpetuam Fames Me	By : Nevermore11 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8054 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does. I make make no money on the fiction.

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A/N: Thank you to my shiny new beta, Triforce for reviewing my first and second chapters. *heaps on the cookies* And my goodness, that you to all the readers and lovely reviewers! My answers to your questions will be found at the end of the chapter. But I wanted to take this opportunity to mention that Chapter Three is where I'll start really delving into the source of the spell used on Harry. I wanted this chapter to be an amusing little interlude, so I hope I've succeeded. : )

Somehow Harry had managed to dream peacefully, but it was cut short the next morning by a crushing weight on his back.

“Mate! Wake up!”

Harry moved sluggishly as he did his best to cut through the sleep-induced fog that was still wrapped around him. He bit his lip, pressing his face into his pillow briefly as he kept back a whimper of pain. The intense sensation had started right at his ass and was making a slow but gut-wrenching climb up his spinal column. He lifted his head, clutching at his pillow before he smacked it behind him, grateful as it collided with the figure on top of him.

He’d had more than enough physical contact for a while, thank you.

“Gerroff, Ron, I’m up,” he groused, nearly singing his relief to the heavens when Ron finally climbed off of him. The pain dimmed to a bearable ache and was promptly tossed on the backburner to be forgotten as Harry carefully climbed to his feet.

“Sorry, Harry, but I’d been calling your name for a while and you weren’t moving.”

Seamus poked his head out from between his own bed curtains, giving the duo a long-suffering expression.

“It’s true, Harry. I was about to take my wand to either one of you when he jumped on you.” A huge yawn nearly cracked Seamus’s jaw before he disappeared from view to get more sleep. Harry couldn’t help but feel envious. He sighed, rubbing his eyes before he put on his glasses, and a smile curved the corners of his lips, seeing an apprehensive expression on his best friend’s face.

“What’s wrong?”

Ron stared at him.

“Didn’t you hear Seamus? I just saved us from bloody well exploding, didn’t I?” Ron stated confidently. While Harry didn’t admit it out loud there was a small part of him that agreed. Seamus had been steadily improving throughout the years, but he still had the uncanny ability to make things explode.

“So where were you really last night?”

Harry froze, all good humor gone as memories of last night flooded him. He had begged, begged for Malfoy to fuck him; use him. A deep blush of mortification spilled across Harry’s cheeks, making his face burn uncomfortably. Ron grinned at him, misunderstanding his reaction.

“So you met a girl? I knew it!”

The Boy-Who-Lived hurried to the foot of his bed, rummaging around in his trunk for some fresh clothes, as well as a towel.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Ron,” he snapped lowly. “I was doing homework and got sidetracked.”

His eyes widened with a jolt. Shite! He hadn’t finished Snape’s damnable essay. He felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach as he looked at his friend.

“What time is it?”

Ron shrugged and pulled out his wand, casting Tempus.

“8:00, mate.” The lanky red-head’s stomach rumbled loudly, making him clear his throat. “Guess we should go down and get something to eat before we go to class, eh?”

Harry launched himself toward the bathroom. He only had an hour to finish!

“Go on ahead with Hermione!”

Had Harry turned around, he would have seen Ron blush. Instead he disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He pulled off his clothes, avoiding looking in the mirror that was standing in the corner. Harry turned on the water, stepping under the spray as soon as he saw the, misty curls of steam.

He didn’t understand what happened last night. One minute he’d been dueling Malfoy and winning, and the next he’d been bent over in an abandoned classroom. He scrubbed his face, letting the warm water slide down his body. It had to have been that spell Malfoy had cast on him. Harry frowned, brow furrowing as he tried to remember the words but he couldn’t. Malfoy had been laughing so hard he’d been difficult to understand.

There was one things of which Harry was confident, however. There was no way Malfoy was going to get away with something like this. Harry didn’t have a lot of friends this year as far as professors went, and he had hardly spoken two words to Dumbledore. He would just have to take matters into his own hands, and if that meant suffering through a few more detentions, then it was just a small price to pay.

After thoroughly washing himself clean he turned off the water and took a deep breath before peeking at his reflection in the full-length mirror. He grimaced at the sight that greeted him. Love bites and bruises were scattered sporadically around his torso and collarbone. He shivered, raising a hand to trace one of the more prominent areas, glaring. Each mark was just another notch in his hatred for Malfoy. Memories flashed without his permission, and his back curled gently in an arch as though he could feel Malfoy’s hands against his skin.

Feeling horrified as his cock gave a slight twitch of interest, he slapped himself hard.

“I’m going to need some professional help,” he murmured, pulling his hand away from his face, his cheek stinging. Doing his best to avoid the embarrassing marks, Harry took another cursory glance at his body. He looked better than he had at the beginning of term. His muscles had filled out a bit more, and while his ribs weren’t visible, he just had to slide his hand along his side to feel them without much effort.

He was just…scrawny. He shook his head, pulling on his clothes, instantly feeling more comfortable. He brushed a hand through his wet hair, feeling a few unruly strands clinging to his neck and jaw. He didn’t have time to try and fix them. He still had to finish that essay for Snape, and so he hurried back into the boy’s dorm to grab his things, noticing with some relief that Ron had already left. Harry sat down on his bed with a mild grimace and hurriedly began to scribble on his half-finished essay.

But there was a lingering question constantly floating around his head that made it difficult to concentrate. What reason could Malfoy have for possibly being interested in him?

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By the time Harry had finished his essay he’d only had fifteen minutes to run from the Boys’ Dormitory all the way down to the dungeons for class. He raced into the dreary dungeon class room with seconds to spare, and he collapsed gracelessly into his seat next to Ron, thumping his head down on the bench as he gasped for breath.

“Harry!” Hermione hissed, forcing the winded boy to look at her. “Why did you miss breakfast? I thought you had finished all your homework last night in the library.”

Harry suddenly felt exhausted, but he straightened his back.

“I’ll talk to you about it later, Hermione.” The bushy-haired girl opened her mouth to protest when a loud bang echoed throughout the lab. Harry glanced toward the doorway to see the imposing figure of Severus Snape. The man had a blank expression on his face, but his dark, gleaming eyes easily gave away his disdain as he looked around the room.

“I trust you all have your essays completed,” he drawled silkily, sweeping into the room. Harry pulled out his essay, grimacing a bit. He knew his work was crap, and more than likely failing him would brighten Snape’s day considerably.

Harry hated giving him the ammunition.

Snape traveled through the rows of benches, collecting everyone’s work, although he paused as he picked up Harry’s ink-blotted parchment, turning it around with painstaking ridicule.

“Another masterpiece it seems, Mr. Potter.” Harry gritted his teeth.

“I’m sure you would know, sir.” Harry delighted in the irritated flash that twisted Snape’s features for a few precious seconds before the man continued on.

“Today we will be brewing the Restoration Potion. The instructions have already been written on the board. With any luck even the worst of you should find this potion manageable,” Snape drawled, looking at the Gryffindors specifically as he spoke.

“Get started. Work silently in groups of two or I will not hesitate to dock points from your respective Houses.”

Harry watched the Potions Master as he took a seat at his desk and started to grade their papers, with Harry’s on top of the stack.

The subtle smirk on Snape’s face was enough to make Harry burn. He stubbornly bent his head down and started to work on the potion.

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“Harry!” Fred Weasley greeted him later that afternoon. Harry having just finished grabbing a quick lunch, he had inhaled his food. He’d seen Malfoy lounging in the Great Hall had hadn’t had any desire to stick around. He still had to come up with his plan of revenge. He had headed outside, walking in the direction of Hagrid’s Hut when the Weasley twins had popped up in front of him.

“’Lo, Fred,” he greeted, smiling in spite of himself. Fred released a low whistle of admiration, looking over at his twin with a knowing look as he draped his arms around Harry’s shoulders.

“Good guess that, Harry. George and I might actually start to think you can tell us apart.”

George crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the nearest wall.

“Fred and I heard a rather delicious rumor from Ronniekins that you were looking for us.” He grinned with deceitful innocence. “So naturally Fred and I wanted to find you as soon as possible.”

“Yes, Harry, tell us,” Fred invited. “What could be going on through that heroic brain of yours that would require our most humble services?”

“Are you two up for a prank?” he questioned, watching the way their eyes lit up at the same time. It was always fascinating to watch their mirrored expressions.

“Always, Harry,” they answered simultaneously. Harry grinned and leaned in close to the twins to tell them the idea. He knew that his idea on revenge against Malfoy was going to be stupid, and petty, and it wasn’t going to resolve anything, but Harry had made a plan to keep as far away from the blond git as he possibly could. He was going to do his utmost at making sure Malfoy never got the chance to talk to him again.

Harry had enough on his plate. He was just going to play off last night like it never happened and hope for the best.

But not without getting the last laugh.

Later that evening Harry sat perched in the Great Hall, scanning the occupants at the Slytherin table. He couldn’t remember ever being so excited about dinner before, but it wasn’t for the food. He knew without a doubt that Fred and George were going to succeed. He could barely contain a grin as his dark green eyes landed on Malfoy, only to discover that Malfoy was staring right back at him.

All at once the world around Harry seemed to tunnel, and the dull roar of conversation ceased to exist. Malfoy was the only focus for Harry; the only sharp piece of clarity. Everything else was blurred together in the background in a forgettable swirl of color and dull, muffled flashes of sound.

Harry felt a bit hot under the collar, and he was unable to look away from Malfoy’s storm-gray eyes and smug expression. The Slytherin wasn’t making even the slightest attempt to look away from him, either, much to Harry’s dismay, although the dread was just a fraction of what it was supposed to be. Harry saw the blonde’s lips start to move, and his eyes darted down, hoping to catch the syllables.

Harry…

“…Harry? Pay attention, for Merlin’s sake!”

He was smacked in the back of his head, and his connection with Malfoy was effectively cut off. Harry released a small gasp as realization crashed into his senses. He felt the urge again, and his pants were already starting to feel uncomfortable. He turned his attention on Hermione, who was looking at him with a measure of both annoyance and concern.

“Are you all right? You’ve been so distracted today, Harry.”

He managed a smile and nodded his head, willing his body to cool off.

“I’m fine, Hermione, really. Just a bit distracted with everything that’s been going on, I reckon.” Hermione gave him a long look as though not quite believing him. But she finally smiled at him and nodded her head.

“Anyone would be, Harry. Try not to let it bother you too much.” She suddenly looked concerned and leaned in close, her eyes flicking up to his forehead.

“Your scar hasn’t been bothering you, has it?”

Harry was quick to shake his head, but he felt a flash of irritation.

“No, it’s been fine, really. Let’s just get back to eating. I’ll pay more attention, I’m sorry.” Hermione appeared to be mollified and turned back to the conversation they’d been having before the interruption, and Harry could only wonder how they’d gotten onto the subject of house elves again. Last he’d heard they’d been talking about the upcoming Quidditch match.

There was a sudden hoot of an owl, and Harry felt his heart jump into his chest as he watched the bird swoop through the Great Hall and over to the Slytherin table. The owl dropped off a surprisingly large package down in front of Malfoy before sweeping back up into the air and out of sight. Harry did his best to feign disinterest, but his eyes never left the scene.

“Draco, were you expecting a package from someone?” Pansy simpered, looking at her would-be boyfriend with a perfectly arched eyebrow. Draco shook his head briefly before examining the package critically, looking for some sort of identifying card. The box in front of him was large and garishly decorated, with polka dots and so many bows Draco could hardly keep count. He frowned, touching the bows as he tried to see if a card was hidden amongst the fabric.

As soon as he touched the bows, however, the box seemed to come to life.

The bows snapped away from the parcel, wrapping themselves around his hands and wrists. His eyes widened with shock and belated outrage, but whatever words had been ready to spill from his mouth dried up as the lid of the box slipped away, and a giant, white-and-yellow enchanted toy ferret climbed out and into view. The Great Hall was silent as the ferret looked around the room, turning its head left and right before its beady gaze landed on Draco.

Then the creature opened its mouth and a song flooded the room as the ferret started to dance.

“Oh I’m ferret,

Yes, it’s true.

I’m a ferret through and through,

Are you a ferret, too?”

There wasn’t a sound to be heard in the Great Hall as the off-key song dwindled down. The ferret’s face suddenly morphed right before Draco’s eyes, and the horror of the situation only escalated as he was now looking into his own face. The ferret-toy suddenly scurried along the table and leapt into the Ravenclaw section, repeating the song as it danced about in Draco’s face.

Chaos and hysterics reigned within the Great Hall as professors did their best to try and contain the ferret, but to no avail.

Draco lurched to his feet, wrenching the ribbons off his wrists with Pansy’s assistance, unable to believe what he had just seen. His face burned with embarrassment and fury at whoever dared to publicly humiliate a Malfoy. As he turned to go his eyes landed on Potter, and the triumphant expression on his face made Malfoy reel with rage.

All of this had been because of Potter. He gritted his teeth, storming out of the Great Hall with as much dignity he could scrounge up. Potter was soon going to realize that no one messed with a Malfoy and got away with it. A low smirk crossed the teen’s lips. Oh, yes. With that spell in place Potter was going to be putty in his hands by the end of the night once again. And this time Draco wasn’t going to be gentle.

Potter didn’t deserve that anymore.

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Kayla-Kodai: Thank you! Here's the newest chapter, and don't worry, all your questions will be answered soon. And! Because you're my very first reviewer. *offers a large silver plate of cookies* :D

Unneeded: Doesn't it, though? They had the ultimate power, seemed like. And you'll see that the Draco I write for can get quite possessive, so I'm interested to see how he'll react to the scars on Harry's hand as well. As to Harry's ribs, if I made him sound skeletal I didn't mean to. But I tried to incorporate a bit of description in his chapter for you on how he looks. : )

Tiggator: Thank you so much! I hope you like this chapter just as much as the first.

Suzie74: Here's the new chapter! And as to your question, I suppose we'll see in time. *le wink*
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