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Valentine\'s Vengeance	By : GeminiFaerie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8008 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The next morning Harry awoke to find a pair of arms wrapped tightly around him and a leg thrown possessively over his own legs; it was oddly comforting and he snuggled into the embrace, wincing as his sore muscles reminded him of the previous night. One of the arms around his waist loosened its grip and began to slide slowly up and down his chest before trailing up his neck and turning the brunette's head to the side; Harry opened his eyes and emerald met grey for a moment before Draco leaned in to capture his lips in a searing kiss as his hand trailed back down to Harry's chest. Harry tried to turn around and face the blond but Draco's arm tightened around him and he closed his eyes and gave himself up to the kiss. Draco traced light circles around the other boys nipples before grasping one between thumb and forefinger and tugging on it harshly; Harry whimpered and squirmed uncomfortably in Draco's arms but made no real effort to get away and soon Draco ceased tormenting his nipples and rolled the brunette over onto his back so he could straddle him. Harry winced as the sheets irritated his back-which surely had welts from his punishment the night before-and the mattress pushed against the almost-forgotten butt-plug, causing him more discomfort while Draco smirked down at him.
"Good morning Lion," Draco leaned down to kiss him gently on the lips, "Are you ready to start our day?"
"Wh-what are we doing today?" Harry asked nervously; the wicked grin Draco flashed him did nothing to soothe his nerves.
"We have your obedience training today, remember?" Draco said, "Of course you also need a shower and we'll need some breakfast...but first things first." He scooted back until he was sitting in between Harry's legs and then spread them apart. "Lift them up," he ordered and Harry obeyed, blushing as Draco cast a spell to keep his legs spread in the air so that he could see the knob of the butt plug lodged securely in the Gryffindor's anus. Placing one hand on Harry's hips he reached down and twisted the butt pug before pulling it out slowly and then tossing it to the side where it vanished; once the plug was out of the way Draco released Harry's legs and pulled him into a sitting position. "Go take a shower-the bathroom is through there," he pointed to a door Harry hadn't noticed the night before, "and breakfast will be waiting when you get out; your training will start after breakfast." He stood up, pulling Harry along with him and gave the brunette a push towards the bathroom.
"Um, what about clothes?" Harry asked, "All of mine are...wherever you put them when you drugged me last night." He frowned for a moment and then glared at Draco, beginning to feel the irritation of being kidnapped again.
"You won't be needing clothes for now," Draco responded, "and when you do need clothes I will give them to you." He stepped up to Harry and raised a hand to touch his cheek but the younger boy slapped his hand away still glaring.
"Don't touch me," Harry said, "You kidnapped me Malfoy, and now it's time for you to let me go before I- ow! What the-mpph!" Draco stopped his protests by gripping a fistful of Harry's dark locks and yanking the brunette's head back to capture his lips in a bruising kiss. Harry fought against it at first, pushing against Draco's chest in an effort to get away from the blond, but soon found himself wrapping his arms around Draco's neck and pulling him closer.
"You are going to stop fighting me eventually Harry," Draco murmured as he broke the kiss, "Now, go take your shower so we can have breakfast." He once again pushed the brunette towards the bathroom, but this time Harry went willingly, closing the door behind him in a daze. As he climbed into the shower Harry thought about what had happened the night before; it was true that Draco had essentially kidnapped him, and a lot of what the blond had done to him was embarrassing, and yet...he had actually enjoyed it. Harry reached for the shampoo and blushed as he remembered the way he felt when he was bound helplessly and Draco was having his way with him. He knew he should be angry at the Slytherin but, truthfully, he really liked Draco; if he hadn't chickened out New Year's Eve then maybe he and Draco would actually be dating. That didn't give Draco the right to kidnap him...or did it? He frowned as he recalled the last time he was with Draco;
Harry blushed, trying to meet Draco's thrusts, but Draco kept a tight grip on Harry's hips and the brunette knew it would probably leave a bruise. "Draco! Please...no more teasing!"

"Yes, you're my lion," Draco increased the speed of his thrusts, "My...mine...my Harry," he panted and sneaked a hand down to grip Harry's erection, "Say it! Say you're mine!" He stroked Harry's cock in time with his thrusts, and watched the brunettes eyes darken, "Say you're mine, Harry."

"I'm yours!" Harry cried, "I'm yours, Draco please!" Harry threw his head back and gripped his bonds so tight that his knuckles turned white, and Draco knew he was on the edge.

"Come for me, Harry," Draco said, "Come for me, my lion."
And Harry recalled that he had obeyed him, orgasming helplessly just as he had last night-when Draco also insisted that Harry say he belonged to Draco; was that some sort of ritual? Hermione had mentioned bonding ceremonies and how sometimes individuals accidentally bonded for life during intense sex-not her exact words, but close enough. But, by saying he was Draco's did he now actually belong to the blond?He shook his head in confusion as he lathered up a wash cloth and then sighed in contentment as he felt his sore muscles and the welts on his back stop hurting-Draco must have put some sort of healing potion in the body wash. When he was thoroughly clean and the last of his aches had faded, Harry stepped out of the shower and dried off; he would just have to ask Draco about it over breakfast...then again, maybe not-if they weren't bonded he didn't want to give him any ideas. Once he was a dry as he could get without a wand Harry opened the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom to see Draco sitting at a small table set up by the window; the blond was wearing a silver robe and there was an emerald green robe lying on the other chair.
"Breakfast is here," Draco said and then motioned to the robe, "That's for you to wear while we eat. You don't have to worry about earning more punishments or anything until after breakfast-unless you really push me, but I wouldn't advise it." Harry glared at him for a moment before sighing and donning the robe. "Good. Why is your hair so wet?"
"Because I don't have a wand," Harry replied, helping himself to some blueberry pancakes, bacon and eggs, "Do you have any orange juice? I'm kind of tired of pumpkin juice for breakfast."
"Certainly," Draco replied, passing a pitcher to him, "Here you are. As for your hair, I suppose we'll have to take care of it after breakfast; I don't know why you let it look so horrible all the time-you could at least try to tame it."
"I gave up on taming my hair years ago," Harry shrugged, "It does what it wants, always has. Used to make Aunt Petunia so mad because she would send me to the barber to get my hair cut and I would always come back looking the same." He paused to take a bite of pancake, making sure to swallow before continuing, "One time she was so fed up with it that she decided to cut my hair herself. I looked ridiculous! She cut my hair so short I was practically bald, except for my bangs which she kept long to hide my scar." He scowled at the table as he remembered the incident.
"So what happened?" Draco prompted.
"Oh, it grew back over night," Harry replied nonchalantly, "I got into so much trouble for that, even though I had no idea what had happened."
"You got in trouble for accidental magic?" Draco said incredulously, "But...it was accidental! And it didn't even affect anyone other than yourself!"
"My relatives hated everything to do with magic," Harry responded, "but they never even told me I was a wizard; the just called me a freak and forbid the word magic from being spoken in the house, so I came up with the weirdest explanations for what happened to me."
"Give me an example," Draco watched Harry with interest as the brunette recalled events from his childhood.
"Well, one time Dudley-that's my cousin-and his friends were chasing me at school-I think I was about eight- so they could beat me up and when I tried to jump behind some trash cans I found myself on the roof of the school," Harry smiled, "I thought that the wind must have caught me and blown me up there since I was smaller than everyone in school."
"You apparated when you were only eight?" Draco questioned, "I've never even heard of that happening before! Surely they didn't punish you for that?"
"Of course they did," Harry replied, "but that was nothing compared to the time I set the boa constrictor at the zoo free." Harry laughed softly at the memory before telling Draco the story, "Every year my relatives would take my cousin and one of his friends out for his birthday and leave me in the care of our neighbor Mrs. Figg-who I later learned was a squib-but that year Mrs. Figg had broken her leg and they had no one else to watch me so they took me to the zoo with them. Dudley got upset because the boa constrictor was sleeping and wouldn't do anything, so he went to complain to his father and I walked up to look at the snake, and we talked; that was when I first realized I could talk to snakes, although I never really thought much about it until second year. Anyway, I had a little conversation with the snake about where he was from, and my cousin noticed its weird behavior so he pushed me out of the way, knocking me to the ground; I was really angry with him, and somehow I made the glass disappear on the snake enclosure so the boa constrictor made a run for it, scaring everyone but me half to death. I wonder if he ever made it to Brazil?" He was quiet for a moment before finishing the story, "Anyway, when we got home my uncle blamed me, just like every other time something strange happened, and I was sent to my cupboard for...oh, probably about two months, with nothing to eat for the first week, and bread and water the rest of the time."
"That's inhuman!" Draco protested, "They locked you in a cupboard and starved you, and you wonder why most Pure Bloods dislike Muggles."
"They aren't all like that," Harry shrugged, "Just like not all wizards are insane, snake-face monsters. Anyway," he continued with a mischievous glint in his eye, "at least they never tied me up and beat me." He raised an eyebrow at Draco who just laughed.
"Hmm, well if you learned to listen better then I wouldn't have to punish you," the blond returned, "I gave you plenty of warning each time, but you insisted on testing me."
"I can't help it," Harry replied, "That's just how I am; even when Vernon-my uncle-locked me in the cupboard that last time I was yelling at him through the door." Harry pushed his plate back and stood, "I need to use the loo," he informed Draco and the blond nodded, so Harry went to the bathroom and locked the door. When he was finished with his business he examined the window above the toilet; it was too small for a normal sixteen year old to fit through, but Harry thought he could make it, even though his shoulders would be a tight fit. The brunette carefully climbed on the back of the toilet and looked out the window then sighed; it was too far from the ground, so that was out as an escape route. Resigned to his fate-for the time being at least-Harry exited the bathroom to see Draco smirking at him from his seat on the freshly made bed.
"I have charms on all the exits," the blond informed him, "so I know you were trying to escape through the window."
"I may have thought about it," Harry admitted, knowing that lying wouldn't get him anywhere, 'but I also wanted to look outside and see if I could figure out where we are; can you blame me?"
"I suppose not," Draco conceded, "Since we're done with breakfast let's get started with your obedience training. Come over here Harry." Harry hesitated before walking over to Draco stopping just in front of the blond. "Take off the robe and kneel in front of me." Harry shyly took the robe off since Draco had already seen it all before, but hesitated to kneel, as that would just be humiliating. "I'm waiting Harry; don't make me tell you again." He remembered his thoughts in the bathroom, about how he had enjoyed the things Draco did to him-or at least enjoyed most of it-and decided to just go with it for now. Harry bowed his head and knelt in front of the blond; he felt a blush heat up his face as Draco began to pet him like a dog. "There's a good pet," Draco said, "Now, don't move." A few moments later Harry felt something encircle his neck and he jerked away but it was too late-Draco had already closed the collar and when Harry raised his hands to try and remove it he found that it wouldn't come off. "It's locked with magic," Draco informed him, "and keyed to my magical signature so no one else can remove it." Harry opened his mouth to protest, but Draco placed an hand on the top of his head and tugged at his hair warningly so he closed his mouth, although that didn't stop him from glaring at the blond. "See? You're learning already," Draco teased, and Harry intensified his glare, "Now a few rules; first-while we are in this house, and anytime we are in private, you will obey me or be punished, second-you are not to stand up in the house unless I tell you otherwise, and third-you are not to speak with out permission-if I ask you a question you will reply with "yes Master" or "no Master"; do you understand?"
"Yes Master," Harry replied, still glaring, and Draco smirked as he stood up, pushing the brunette away.
"Good," Draco nodded, "I am going to take a shower now, and I want you to sit right there until I come back. Don't move-understand?"
"Yes Master," Harry sighed and settled in to wait. He watched as Draco entered the bathroom and listened as the shower turned on; he could hear a slight difference in the pattern of the water and surmised that Draco was in the shower so he contemplated his options. He could sit here waiting for Draco to come back and continue his "Obedience Training"-whatever that was-or he could try to escape again. Unfortunately he still didn't know where his belongings were, and he knew that Draco was most likely telling the truth about the house being in the middle of nowhere with the Floo closed, so he really didn't have much chance at escaping. On the other hand, he didn't relish the idea of just sitting there like an obedient dog; he could just imagine Draco's self-satisfied smirk if he came out of the bathroom and found hi sitting there. Hmm...maybe he could rebel a little without getting caught, then Draco would think Harry had listened, but Harry would have the satisfaction of knowing that he hadn't.
His mind made up Harry very carefully got to his feet and walked over to the wardrobe; he held his hand just above the surface of the wood, trying to see if there was any magic but he couldn't sense any-it was one of the things Sirius had taught him. Harry slowly opened the wardrobe door, thankful that it didn't make any noise. Looking at the contents he saw his bag and smiled triumphantly; he reached out to take hold of it-and felt the familiar tug of a port key before he found himself in the shower with Draco, who didn't look at all surprised to see him.
"It didn't take you long to disobey me, now did it?" the blond shook his head at Harry, who was sputtering under the spray of water, having landed on his knees in front of Draco, "That was a rather simple command too-all you had to do was sit still while I took my shower."
"Why did the port key bring me here?" Harry demanded as he scooted back a little so the water wasn't hitting him in the face, "The shower is a weird place to have a port key set for. Hey!" He let out a startled cry as Draco pulled him to his feet and pushed him up against the shower wall, waving his hand to turn off the spray of water.
"I thought you understood the rules from our conversation earlier," Draco said, tangling a hand in Harry's dark locks and pulling hard enough to make Harry wince, "but it seems that you have forgotten them already, so we'll try another way of making you remember. Now, rule number one was obey me or be punished-and you obviously have not obeyed me, so you have earned your first punishment of the day; put your hands above your head. Are you really going to make me repeat myself when your already in trouble?" Draco demanded when Harry was slow to obey, "You don't want a repeat of last night, do you?" Harry bit his lip and shook his head as he hurriedly raised his hands above his head where they were instantly attached to the wall via a wordless, wandless spell as Draco pulled his hair again; "I didn't hear you answer me Harry; do you want a repeat of last night?"
"No. Master," Harry said sullenly, biting his lip before blurting out, "I'm not a pet Malfoy! You can't keep doing this to me and you can't expect me to just obey you blindly! I-mmmmph!" He glared at Draco when the blond cut him off by placing a hand over his mouth.
"Speaking out of turn again," he sighed, then gave Harry an evil smile, "Don't worry though, we'll put that mouth of yours to good use in a minute." His smirk grew wider when Harry swallowed nervously and he dropped his hand away from the other boys mouth, "As for being a pet...you are my pet Lion, and as such I expect you to behave in a certain way, which includes obeying me." He lightened his grip on the brunette's hair and brushed their lips together in a quick, soft kiss. "But Harry, I will make it so good for you;" he trailed his free hand down Harry's stomach to grip his erection teasingly and leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "I don't want anyone but you lion; no one is as important to me as you are, and if I have you then I have no reason to join the Dark Lord-I can get my father to turn on him and give your side valuable information that even Severus doesn't know." He nipped his captives ear, drawing a moan from Harry, "Be mine, Harry." His hand on Harry's member became firmer, and the other boy let out another involuntary moan, "Will you be mine Lion?"
"Do I really have a choice?" Harry shot back, though his voice held a tremor and he whimpered when Draco squeezed his member just a little too tightly as a reprimand for speaking without permission again.
"You really don't learn, do you?" Draco shook his head as he released Harry's cock and removed his hands from the dark locks; he knelt in front of Harry and pushed his legs apart, using magic to keep them spread. He reached over on the shelf with the shampoo and picked up the cock ring that was lying there and Harry glared as he realized that the blond had obviously planned for this moment; Draco stroked Harry's cock again, bringing him to the edge of orgasm and then fitting the cock ring snugly in place and smirking at Harry's frustrated groan. "I still need to finish my shower, but I need someway to keep you occupied so you stay out of trouble;" he reached out and grabbed another item off the shelf but Harry didn't get to see what it was before the blond knelt back between his legs; a few seconds later he felt a slickened finger press against his hole and winced when it was pushed in, followed quickly by a second finger. "Now, this is not only punishment, but part of your obedience training as well," Draco informed him as he scissored his fingers inside Harry's tight entrance, "No matter what happens, you are not to make any more noise while in the bathroom unless I give you permission, understand?"
"Y-es Master," Harry responded with a gasp as another finger joined the first two and brushed over his prostate; he bit his lip to hold back a moan and Draco smiled at him approvingly, thrusting his fingers in deeper and twisting them to loosen Harry's hole. After a few more minutes Draco deemed he was ready and held up a green object that made Harry's face-already flushed from desire-go an even brighter red.
"I assume you already know that this is a dildo?" Draco questioned, then continued without giving him a chance to reply, "Then you'll know what it is for." Harry leaned his head back and closed his eyes as he felt the tip of the dildo penetrate him; Draco pushed it in slowly, tortuously, until it was seated deeply within Harry and the brunette bit back a moan. "There," Draco smirked as he stood up, "Aren't you lovely? Just one more thing." He reached outside the shower to grab his wand and tapped the dildo with it, causing it to activate and begin vibrating inside Harry, "And that isn't even the best part;" Draco informed him, whispering another spell; the dildo continued vibrating and also began to slowly thrust in and out of him-Harry knew that if this kept up for too long he would never be able to keep quiet. "That's all done," Draco said with satisfaction, setting his wand back outside the shower and turning the water back on; "Now, enjoy your toys quietly while I finish my shower." Harry glared at the Slytherin, but it was rather diminished by his harsh panting and his attempts to thrust back onto the dildo; Draco merely smiled at him and the turned around and began washing his hair, seemingly ignoring the brunette. The slow pace of the vibrator was starting to frustrate Harry, and he began pulling at his wrists; this seemed to draw Draco's attention as he lathered up a washcloth and he gave Harry a wicked grin.
"What's the matter Pet?" Draco asked innocently, "Is the dildo not to your liking? Perhaps you would like it to go...faster." He purred the last word and the vibrator picked up speed, but Draco wasn't done yet; "Or perhaps you want it to go...harder? Deeper?" The vibrator responded to each word, and soon Harry was closing his eyes at the sensation, but Draco had one more command to give, "Or maybe you want it to...hit your prostate on every thrust?" Now Harry was biting his lips in an effort to hold back his moans, and thrusting with the vibrator as much as possible with his invisible bonds; with his head back and his eyes closed he didn't notice Draco's satisfied smirk, but he did hear his amused chuckle, however he was too preoccupied to pay it any attention.
"Harry Luv; Look at me," Draco said softly, and Harry forced his eyes open to see Draco running his soap-lathered hands up and down his own erection, "Watching you like that makes me so hard," Draco moaned when he saw that Harry was paying attention, "Seeing you all bound and helpless, being fucked senseless by a toy...doesn't that turn you on? Aren't you glad I bought that little toy for you?" Harry didn't respond, his wide eyes locked on Draco touching himself. "Harry, I expect an answer...and you should thank me if you enjoy the toy; do you Harry?" Harry had to close his eyes for a moment in an effort to get his thoughts under control and just managed to get out;
"Y-yes M-master; T-thank you;" before he quickly bit his lip again to stop a whimper from escaping; he was so close to coming, but damn Malfoy and his obsession with cock rings! This was the second day in a row where the blond had used the stupid toy to deny him an orgasm, claiming Harry deserved it for his "disobedience."
"You're not looking at me Harry," Draco chided and Harry forced his eyes open once again to see that Draco was still stroking himself, and pinching his nipples with his free hand; Harry nearly groaned at the sight, wanting so badly to touch the blond...or have the blond touch him...or anything if it would get that stupid cock ring removed. "Do you like this Pet? Do you like watching me touch myself?" Draco teased, "Or..." he lowered his voice, "...do you wish you were touching me? Hmmm, Lion? I can just imagine your mouth wrapped around my cock, and it feels so good..." his hand sped up and his breathing became harsher, "Is the dildo better than me Harry?" he asked, watching as the brunette began pulling against his bonds, the look in his eyes desperate as he was still denied release, "Or do you wish that was my cock buried deep in your ass, thrusting in and out, bringing you so close..." Draco himself was getting closer to the edge and Harry couldn't stop the whimper that escaped, although he hoped that Draco hadn't heard it; no such luck though, as Draco locked gazes with him, "Do you want to come Harry? I'm so close, watching you fuck that dildo like a whore is bringing me...oh, Merlin! I want to be buried inside you; tell me you want that too-tell me you want my cock thrusting deep into your tight hole and pushing you over the edge. Hurry Harry!"
"Please!" Harry whimpered, frustrated with the cock ring settled at the base of his cock; if he was coherent he would be planning ways to destroy it, but as it was, all he could do was curse the implement of torture as he begged for release, "W-want you Draco! W-want you i-inside me; p-please!" He bit his lip and watched as Draco finally reached orgasm and stroked himself to completion; the blond leaned his head against Harry's chest, one hand on the brunette's shoulder to steady himself as he got his breath back. Harry twisted in his bonds, tasting blood as he worried his bottom lip, and then cried out in surprise when Draco bit down on his nipple without any warning; the Slytherin soothed the sting with his tongue and trailed kisses from Harry's chest, up his neck and across his cheek until finally their lips met. Harry was still biting on his lips to keep from making any sound, but Draco managed to force his mouth open so that he could thrust his tongue inside, muffling Harry's whimpers with his own lips. He trailed one hand down to Harry's cock and could sense Harry's eagerness as he touched the cock ring-and the frustration when he left it in place to touch further down, rolling Harry's balls and adding more stimulation to the brunette's torture. After a few minutes he pulled away and Harry let out an involuntary whine before clamping his lips together once again.
"That was enjoyable," Draco smiled, "Did you enjoy it Lion?" Harry shook his head back and forth and Draco laughed, "Well, you aren't supposed to, not really; it's called punishment for a reason Harry-what kind of punishment would it be if I let you come so soon?" Harry banged his head on the wall and-even with his lips tightly closed-Draco could hear his frustrated scream, which just made him smirk as he quickly washed off once again before turning the shower off. He stepped out of the shower and dried himself with a towel before grabbing his wand and casting some grooming charms to get his hair under control; wrapped a large towel around his waist and turned to face Harry, who had his eyes closed tight and was chewing on his bottom lip in an attempt to silence his moans and whimpers. Draco stepped forwards and placed a gentle hand against Harry's cheek, making the brunette open his eyes.
"Please," Harry whispered, giving into his need and forgetting that he wasn't supposed to speak, "Please, please, please..."
"Shhh," Draco said, placing a finger against Harry's lips, "I'm going to release your bonds, and you will follow me to the bedroom; if you're good I'll allow you some relief, okay?" Harry nodded wordlessly and, for once, Draco didn't insist on a verbal response; he merely cancelled the spells keeping Harry in place and gently guided the brunette until he was kneeling on the bathroom floor. Harry got on his hands and knees, his head hanging down as he fought for control, and began to follow Draco out into the bedroom, looking up from behind his hair so that he could see where he was going. Draco stopped in the middle of the room and reached down to grab Harry's collar, using it to pull the brunette into a kneeling position as he dropped his towel and Harry saw that the other boy was hard again already.
"I put a spell on the cock ring," Draco informed him, "I want you to suck me off and when I come-when I spill my seed down your throat and you swallow it-the cock ring will vanish so that you can come. However, you are not to touch me with anything other than your mouth, and you will not be able to touch yourself either; put your arms behind your back." Harry quickly complied, the only thing he could think was; 'Almost! Almost!'; with a nonverbal spell his hands were once again bound and Draco tangled a hand in his hair, pulling Harry's head towards him. Harry parted his lips and Draco slid his hardened cock into the waiting warmth, making slow, shallow thrusts as Harry sucked on it lightly. Draco pulled away slightly and rubbed his erection against Harry's face, making the brunette groan in frustration; he wouldn't be able to find release until Draco came in his mouth, so would the blond just get on with it already?! As if reading Harry's mind Draco gripped the brunette's thick hair in both hands and thrust back into his mouth, making Harry gag slightly before he pulled out and did it again. With his hands bound behind his back Harry had not choice but to let Draco have control; all he could do was lick and suck at the blonde's cock, and try to thrust back onto the vibrator still thrusting in and out of his ass.
The pace Draco set was slow and steady and frustrated Harry as he could tell that the Slytherin wasn't yet close to the edge; Harry groaned in frustration and felt Draco falter in his thrusts, so he did it again and heard Draco moan above him. With a wicked grin Harry was able to push the impatience for his own release aside and focus on making Draco lose control; he hummed around the cock in his mouth and swallowed, which seemed to be the final straw for Draco as he began thrusting erratically in Harry's mouth and it was all the brunette could do to breathe. Finally Draco gave one last thrust and then went rigid, holding the brunette's head in place as he released, his warm seed spilling down Harry's throat. Once Draco slipped his softened member from Harry's mouth the Gryffindor felt the cock ring vanish and he let out a cry of relief as the bonds around his wrists vanished as well, allowing him to drop back down to all fours, thrusting his ass in the air as the vibrator continued to work in and out of his hole. He was vaguely aware of Draco moving behind him, and then he felt a stinging sensation on his ass cheek which made him moan and fall down on his elbows so that his ass was high in the air; he heard a soft swish and then felt another sting, followed quickly by numerous others as Draco lashed out at him with a whip. The combination of pleasure and pain was finally enough to spill Harry over the edge and he let out a loud cry as his orgasm overtook him; when he came back to himself he was aware that the vibrator was no longer moving, but Draco was still whipping him and leaving burning marks across his ass. He whimpered and scooted forward a bit to get away from the sting, and was relieved when he heard the whip fall to the ground.
"Sit up Pet," Draco commanded, and Harry made himself obey, his still-lust-clouded green eyes seeking out Draco's grey ones, "What do you say?"
"Thank you Master," Harry replied automatically, and was rewarded with a bright smile from Draco.
"Very good," he praised, "Now, do you remember the rules I gave you earlier?"
"Yes Master," Harry said
"What was the first rule?"
"I am to obey you at all times or be punished," Harry replied and Draco nodded in satisfaction.
"And the second rule?"
"I am not to stand up in the house without permission."
"Good. And the final rule?"
"No speaking without permission and answer with yes master or no master."
"Very good," Draco nodded, running a hand through his hair before walking over to sit on the edge of the bed, motioning for Harry to follow and sit at his feet; Harry faced away from him so Draco could continue to card his fingers through the brunette's thick locks, "Now, which of those rules have you broken today Pet?"
"All of them," Harry replied sullenly, glaring at the floor in front of him as he attempted to ignore the relaxing feeling of Draco's fingers combing through his hair.
"And why did you disobey me?" Draco asked and Harry was quiet for a moment as he thought about how to answer that.
"Because I knew you would mock me if I actually did as you told me," he finally replied, "I-I'm not used to this and I didn't want you to make fun of me, especially when I have no real way to defend myself. As for talking out..." he gave a small shrug, "I really can't help myself sometimes; it doesn't matter how many times you punish me for it, there will still be times when I speak without thinking of the consequences."
"Thank you for being honest with me," Draco said, "Are you still mad at me for kidnapping you?"
"Kinda?" Harry replied uncertainly, "I don't like the fact that you kidnapped me right under Dumbledore's nose makes me feel...less than safe; if you could do this what's to stop someone else from doing the same thing and then turning me over to Voldemort?"
"Me," Draco replied seriously, tugging lightly on the Gryffindor's hair until he tilted his head back so Draco could look him in the eye, "You're mine now Harry and I will do everything in my power to keep you safe; no one-not even the Dark Lord-can come between a Malfoy and their chosen." He bent his head down to capture Harry's lips with his own, smoothing his tongue over the sore caused by Harry chewing on his lips earlier, and leaving the brunette breathless when he pulled away. "Do you trust me Harry?"
"I-yes," Harry replied hesitantly, "At least I would trust you with my life because I've seen how possessive you can be, but I don't think I could trust you with my friends because, once again, I know how possessive you are."
"Smart," Draco smirked, "As long as your friends don't try to keep us apart I have no problem with them, and I would try to help them for your sake, but if they come between us..." He trailed off suggestively and Harry nodded his understanding, wincing a bit as it caused extra tension on his hair. "Now, you've already admitted to disobeying me today, so I think it's time to get started again. Come here." He motioned for Harry to stand up and then pulled the smaller boy onto his lap, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on Harry's shoulder so he could whisper in his ear; "Do you know what this collar does; why I wanted you to wear it?"
"To mark me as yours?"
"And do you know what else it does Pet?" He nuzzled the hair behind Harry's ear before licking the shell of his ear and making Harry shudder.
"No," Harry replied, "I mean, no Master." He hurriedly corrected himself, earning a small chuckle from Draco.
"If I want to," Draco said softly, "I can use the collar to...shall we say, control some of your reactions?" He pressed soft kisses on the side of Harry's neck, and the other boy tilted his head back to give him more access. "Perhaps I should give you a little demonstration, hmmm?" He slid his hands down Harry's waist to his thighs and pressed the brunette down on his lap, grinding upwards to create delicious friction and drawing a soft moan from Harry as the he placed his own hands on top of Draco's. "You're mine now, want to know how I know? Because I can make you cum by doing this..." He nipped Harry's ear and whispered, "Come for me Lion; come for me now." Harry gasped and-without any stimulation and even though he was no where near the edge-he came helplessly, digging his nails into the back of Draco's hands as he squirmed on the blonde's lap. When his orgasm receded Harry lay still on Draco's lap, his head tilted back and eyes closed as he caught his breath.
"Mmm, that was so sexy," Draco murmured, kissing his neck again before whispering, "I want you hard for me again now Harry;" and Harry felt his member spring to attention. "Much better," Draco purred, "So, what do you think Lion?"
"I think I was crazy when I said I trusted you," Harry replied breathlessly, "It's scary to know that you have so much control over me-"
"Hmm, but I will only use it in the bedroom," Draco promised, pressing more kisses to the side of his neck, "And I probably won't even do that too often-it's so much better when you obey on your own. Spread your legs Harry." He used his hands on Harry's hips to lift the other boy up so that Harry could spread his legs until they rested on the outside of Draco's. "Good pet; wrap your arms around my neck," Harry obeyed without hesitation, his eyes still closed, "Don't let ago unless I tell you to." Draco raised his hands behind his head until he touched Harry's wrists and then trailed them downwards, tickling Harry and making him squirm at the feather-light touch as Draco teasingly touched his skin, trailing down the other boy's side and to his knees before trailing them back up, this time skimming over his stomach and his chest until he reached Harry's nipples. Harry squirmed and moaned at the teasing touches, gasping when Draco began tormenting his nipples, pinching and pulling on them before trailing his hands down again; he teasingly ran his fingers over the inside of Harry's thighs, coming close to his aching member but never touching, and driving the other boy to distraction. "What do you want Lion? Tell me."
"T-touch me Draco," Harry moaned, "Please..."
"But I am touching you," Draco teased, tugging gently on the wiry curls at the base of Harry's cock, "You'll have to tell me exactly what you want Pet."
"I-I want you to..." he trailed off with a gasp as Draco teasingly nibbled on his collar bone, "I need to cum; please Draco! I-I want to feel your hands on my body-"
"And my cock up your ass?" Draco suggested in a sinful voice, making Harry shiver, "Do you want to feel my cock deep in your ass, fucking you senseless?"
"Yes,"Harry moaned, writhing in Draco's lap and tightening his arms around the blonde's neck, "Want you inside me, filling me with your cum, making me cum...need you Dray; please! No more teasing!" For some reason hearing the brunet call him Dray made Draco's cock even harder, and he groaned into Harry's neck, licking at the pulse point there.
"Say you're mine," Draco commanded, but placed his hand over Harry's mouth before he could obey, "I want you to be mine Lion, I need to hear you say it-but only if you mean it, only if you are truly willing to be mine. Are you Harry? Are you willing to be mine?" He pressed kisses all over Harry's neck as he waited for the brunet to answer.
"Can't-can't think," Harry gasped, trying to determine the meaning of Draco's question; he was so hard that he wanted to say anything to be granted release, but he sensed that the question was important. "Please Draco-need..."he groaned in frustration and ground his ass into Draco's cock, shivering at the aroused growl the Slytherin made before he found himself being thrown face down on the bed.
"Get on your knees," Draco commanded, his voice hoarse with need and Harry scrambled to obey, gripping the headboard without having to be told. "Good Pet," Draco praised, massaging Harry's backside before pulling the brunet's ass cheeks apart and rubbing the tip of his cock teasingly across Harry's crack. "Stay just like that; show me that you want it, that I don't have to tie you up first-can you do that for me Lion?"
"Yes," Harry replied eagerly, arching his back, "Just...fuck me already Malfoy!"
"No," Draco growled, and Harry whined, "I want you to say my name; tell me that you need me Lion, and I'll give you everything you want."
"I need you Draco," Harry whimpered, trying to impale himself on Draco's cock, "Need you inside me...please! Don't need more prep-just need you, only you..." Harry's neediness went straight to Draco's cock, and he entered Harry in one smooth thrust, making Harry cry out at the pain as Draco was slightly bigger than the dildo that had been used on him earlier. Draco gave him a few moments to adjust, peppering kisses on Harry's lower back and reaching one hand around to play with the other boy's nipples.
"Please; ready!" Harry pleaded breathlessly, and Draco straightened up, gripped Harry's hips with both hands and began a fast, hard pace that had the Gryffindor panting and writhing beneath him.
"So tight," Draco groaned, "I love how you're always so tight around my cock;" he leaned back and slowed his thrusts, pulling almost all the way out and then pushing slowly back in so he could watch Harry's puckered entrance stretch around his cock. "Feel that Harry? Feel the way my cock stretches your tight little hole? You like that, don't you?"
"Yess," Harry hissed, unconsciously speaking in parseltongue, "Feelss ssso good; pleassse-fassster!" Draco faltered in his thrusts for a moment, unprepared for the sudden rush of pleasure he felt just from hearing Harry speak in parseltongue.
"You naughty little slut," he said breathlessly, using his hands on the brunet's hips to alter his angle, "I'll teach you to think you can speak to me like that without any repercussions..." He kept a slow, hard pace, making sure to hit Harry's prostate every time, delighting in the moans and occasional hisses falling from the other boy's hips.
"Close," Harry said, meeting Draco' thrusts with his own, "So close...please? Let me..." he began to lift one hand off the headboard, but Draco's warning growl stopped him; he whimpered in frustration, needing some friction on his cock, "Please Dray?" He pleaded, "Touch me; bring me off with your hand on my cock and your cock in my ass-need to feel you touching me!"
"Yes," Draco growled, reaching down to wrap one hand around Harry' cock, "Say it again; tell me you need me."
"Need you Draco," Harry obeyed, "Love the feel of your cock in me...oh! Al-almost!"
"You're so tight and hot," Draco said, stroking Harry's cock in time with his thrusts, "I can't wait to fill your tight little ass with my cum...so close; love the way your hole clenches around my cock. Cum for me Harry!"
"Don't stop!" Harry cried, holding onto the headboard for dear life as Draco pounded into his ass; "Ri-right there; Draco!" His fingers clenched on the headboard as Draco's cock hitting his prostate sent him over the edge, crying out Draco's name. The feel of Harry's muscles clenching around him was too much; Draco thrust into him once more and spilled his seed into his lovers ass. Draco took a moment to get his breathing back under control before laying down and pulling Harry with him; Harry followed compliantly, resting his head on Draco's chest and murmuring contentedly when the blond began stroking his hair. After relaxing for a few minutes Draco's fingers suddenly tightened in Harry's dark locks and he pulled the brunet's head back so he could see his face.
"You're awfully sneaky for a lion," Draco said, enjoying the way Harry scrunched up his face in confusion, "I asked you a question earlier, but you completely distracted me; that wasn't nice."
"I couldn't answer," Harry replied as he lowered his eyes so that he was looking at Draco's chin, "I-it just seemed like there was more to the question; like it was too important to be answered during the heat of the moment. I-that doesn't count as disobeying you, does it? Because I-"
"Shh," Draco placed a finger over Harry's lips to silence him, and the smaller boy raised his eyes to lock gazes with Draco once again, "No Harry; it's good that you didn't answer me at that time-I don't want you to go back later and say you were forced to say what I wanted to hear. Now, however, I am going to ask you again-are you willing to be mine Harry?"
"Wh-what do you mean by 'be yours'?" Harry asked uncertainly, "Do you mean you want me to be your boyfriend or your...fuck buddy?"
"I mean 'be mine'," Draco replied, "As in only mine, forever; I want a binding relationship between the two of us which no one can interfere with-ever."
"So you want to get married?" Harry asked, "Is that acceptable in the wizarding world? What about producing heirs?"
"Of course it's acceptable," Draco scoffed, "As for heirs, haven't you learned by now that anything is possible with magic? But no, I don't want to get married; I want something more permanent than that. There is a bonding ceremony which involves making unbreakable vows to one another, and that is what I wish to do, that way no one can separate us."
"And if I agree?" Harry questioned, "I mean, your parents don't exactly like me, and I'm a half-blood; doesn't that go against all of your beliefs?"
"I will handle my parents," Draco said nonchalantly, loosening his grip on the other boy's hair so that Harry could rest his head on Draco's shoulder again, "And I have no problem with you being a half-blood; I want you Harry-you're beautiful and strong and stubborn, but also willing to look past the obvious and give people a second chance, like me for example."
"You didn't exactly give me a choice," Harry grumbled, "Trapping me in mistletoe and then kidnapping me and seducing me until I couldn't think straight." He scowled at Draco's chuckle and thumped the blond on the shoulder.
"After the bonding we would share rooms," Draco continued his previous explanation, "and I would even apologize to your friends if you require it, although I would expect an apology in return. Also, once we are bonded we would have a lot of sex; in public we would be equals, but in the bedroom...well, I find I rather like having you at my mercy, and you seem to enjoy it as well." He smirked as he felt Harry's heated blush against his skin and began stroking his raven locks again, "So? Are you willing?"
"I-what if I said no?" Harry asked softly, "What would you do then?"
"Well, first of all I would spend the rest of the weekend still trying to convince you," Draco said, "If you still said no once the weekend was over however, I would merely continue trying to change your mind at school; I will not, however, simply give up and accept no as an answer. I would try to be patient, but if it comes down to it I would not hesitate to kidnap you again; in fact, I rather like having you all to myself right now, and I plan on having more weekends like this in the future." He smirked and Harry hook his head before replying;
"I-I don't know," Harry hesitated, "Forever is a very long time; what if you get bored with me?"
"That will never happen," Draco assured him, "I have wanted you in someway ever since I first met you; in the beginning I desired your friendship, but now I simply desire you, and being with you has only made that desire grow stronger. I guarantee no one else can make you feel the way I do Lion; be mine and I will do everything in my power to make you happy. As I said before, I can even get my parents to switch sides, and we can end this war before it gets really bad." Draco hesitated for a moment and then continued, "Even if all you can give me right now is a maybe I will still talk to Father about switching sides." Harry jerked his head up in surprise, vivid green eyes locking with solemn grey.
"Really?" He asked, "You would do that even if I can't give you the answer you want right now, even if I may never give you what you desire?"
"Yes," Draco replied without hesitation, "Because I couldn't stand having to be on opposite sides of this war; I can't stand the thought of us having to face one another on the battlefield one day." Harry nodded slowly and closed his eyes for a moment as he thought over everything, but it didn't take him long to come to a decision; Draco made him feel wanted, special and beautiful, but he had also kidnapped him, tied him up and embarrassed him-there was only one answer that Harry could give.
"I can't," he said, "I-we've been enemies for so long; how can I suddenly go from that to spending the rest of my life with you?"
"We were never really enemies," Draco countered, "Rivals, yes-but enemies? Can you really call me your enemy when you have someone like the Dark Lord after you?"
"Well...still," Harry persisted, "Why do we have to immediately jump into a permanent relationship?"
"Because that is what I want," Draco replied, "I gave you a chance to start out with just a relationship after Christmas, but you refused to even give us a chance, and yesterday you still said that we could never be together; if I left it up to you then you would just leave me again once we return to school,and I can't have that. I meant what I said earlier about being on opposite sides of the war-I won't let that happen."
"Then join Dumbledore," Harry said, sitting up so that he was looking down at Draco; "We don't have to be married, or bonded, or...whatever for you to switch sides!"
"If we aren't together my parents would never even consider changing sides," Draco countered, "And I can't fight against them either." The blond sat up as well and eyed Harry thoughtfully; "You aren't going to change your mind about this, are you?"
"No," Harry shook his head, "Not anytime soon; if you joined our side then we could get to know each other better and-"
"I already told you why I can't do that," Draco interrupted, climbing out of the bed, "Well, I suppose the only thing we can do now is enjoy the rest of our weekend." He cast a cleaning charm on himself and crossed over to the wardrobe, pulling on a silver robe and then picking his wand up off his desk; "I promised Severus that I would check in just so they know that we are both safe; they won't be able to find us, but it could cause a lot of trouble if they find out you were kidnapped, so I had better go contact him."
Harry opened his mouth to tell Draco that he could just let him go, but then he closed it; he wasn't going to be with Draco-he couldn't, not with Draco's demand that it be permanent-but he could still enjoy the next few days until they had to return to school.
"I-I'm just going to take another shower then," he said, and Draco nodded.
"The door will be locked, so I would advise you not to try and escape," the blond told him, "I'll be back shortly-do you think you can manage to behave this time?"
"Never can tell," Harry replied with a smile as he climbed out of the bed, wrapping the sheet around his waist and walking over to were Draco still stood by the desk, "but I wouldn't count on it."
"Hmm, then I suppose I had better be ready to issue more punishment," Draco mused, reaching out to wrap an arm around Harry's waist and pull him closer; "Just make sure you remember the rules for this weekend Lion, otherwise you may have trouble sitting later." He lifted one hand to tangle in Harry's dark locks and pulled his head back to capture his lips in a demanding kiss. "Remember," he said as he pulled away, "Behave...or else." With a quick tug Draco pulled the sheet away from Harry and dropped it on the floor, smirking at the brunet's outraged cry as he left the room.
Once he was out in the hallway, Draco paused for a moment to ward the room so that no one else could enter or leave, and then he continued down the hall until he reached the study. The study was an imposing room, decorated in deep reds with dark wood furniture; the desk was made of black oak with a high-backed chair resembling a throne, and this was where Draco headed. He sat down in the chair-which was much more comfortable than it looked, thanks to numerous charms-and picked up a picture of his parents in a silver frame; at the top of the frame was the Malfoy crest, and in the bottom left corner was the image of a dragon. Draco placed his finger over the Dragon, and spoke; "Lucius Malfoy." A few seconds later the picture rippled and his fathers face appeared.
"Good morning Father," Draco greeted.
"Draco," Lucius responded, "How goes your weekend so far?"
"It has been enjoyable," Draco began, "although not quite as productive as I had hoped. Harry is more stubborn than I imagined, and it would take more than one weekend to make him change his mind."
"I thought as much," Lucius replied, "Which means we will need to resort to our back-up plan."
"I have some items you should be able to use," Draco said, "I shall have a house elf bring it over. What else do I need to do here?"
"Just keep him occupied," Lucius instructed, "Our other plans have been put into motion, and Dumbledore may be sending people out to search for Mr. Potter before too much longer; my task should not take too long, so have him ready to leave in an hour. I will send your house elf back with an un-detectable port key. I shall see you shortly."
"Yes Father," Draco replied, and a moment later his father's face faded to be replaced with the family picture. Draco took a moment to look at the picture-his smiling mother, proud, stern father, and himself at age eleven, excited to get his wand-and then pushed away from the desk. He took a small pouch out of his robe pocket and dumped the items into the palm of his hand; a small dragon figurine, a clipping of mistletoe that had been preserved by magic, a white feather, and a single black hair. After looking at them for a moment he placed the items back in the pouch and tied it shut before placing it in an onyx bowl on his desk; it vanished a moment later, and he knew the house elves would take care of it. Draco left the study-making sure to ward the door-and headed back down the hallway to the room he had left Harry in; things may not have gone exactly as planned, but that just made it more exciting, and Draco found himself eagerly awaiting the meeting with his father. Harry, he knew, would definitely be surprised.
AN: I honestly thought I posted this chapter ages ago; it's been sitting on my desk top for over a year and I just realized I never posted it. Sorry! On the plus side, I have completed Chapter 3 as well, so you get two chaps at once. Hope you enjoy!
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