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Retribution	By : hpluv3r Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3400 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1
- 2-Chapter 2
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Harry found his thoughts wandering to Malfoy in the days to come.
Had he healed his injuries? Harry hoped he hadn't.
It pleased him to think the blonde could not move without remembering what Harry had done to him. What Draco himself had asked for.
Did Harry have any regrets? No, none at all.
He simply could not understand why the other man had taken over his thoughts.
He didn't have a long time to ponder, as after three days the man in question finally makes an appearance into society.
It happens at the pub, and Harry's eyes darken as he peers up at him from atop the paper in his hands, taking in Malfoy's stiff gait and disheveled appearance.
The blonde most definitely had not healed himself, much to Harry's pleasure.
Draco catches his eye almost as soon as he walks in, but immediately averts his gaze to the floor.
Finally, Harry thought. It seemed that Draco would not impose his bloody positivity on Harry today.
He does, however, decide to approach Harry, taking a seat across from him.
And for once, Harry does not immediately make move to leave, curiosity once more getting the better of him.
Draco still does not meet Harry's eyes as he says,
"I was hoping we could perhaps meet again."
Harry takes his time to respond, allowing the tension to grow as Draco fidgeted in his seat.
"More of what you deserve? Are you even healed yet?" He asks skeptically.
"No, but it's tolerable now." Draco neglects to mention that the pain had been a great distraction from his own personal self loathing, and that as it eased his thoughts began to darken once more.
Again, Harry takes his time to respond, mulling over the words he would say next.
"It would be on my terms." he says finally. Draco breathes a sigh of relief.
"Yes, of course." he nods enthusiastically, much to Harry's chagrin.
"Look at me." he says to the blonde, who instantly complies.
"I'm saying that I'll do whatever I feel like Malfoy, do you understand that?" Harry says emotionlessly.
Again a spark of fear runs through Draco, entwined with want and need. This time the blonde has the wit to hesitate. Would he really be able to handle the other man's fury? It was no secret that Harry was considered dark in many ways. He had went after the death eaters ruthlessly following the Dark Lord's demise. To most, Barty Crouch jr. had simply disappeared. But Draco knew better. Harry had tortured, dismembered, and then killed the man for his part in the war. While Harry did not generally resort to homicide, this was simply out of personal preference rather than any qualms against it.
In other words, Draco Malfoy felt that Harry Potter was a fair man. Only he could give Draco what he needed without going easy on him or going too far.
"Yes, I understand." he says, keeping Harry's gaze. Draco's heart skips a beat as Harry allows himself to look pleased for a brief second.
Harry folds up his newspaper, downs the rest of his drink, and says,
"I'll owl you.", before departing without waiting for a response. He had a lot to think about.
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The next day Harry decides to pay a visit to Ron and Hermione's, though conveniently whilst Hermione was at work.
"Ron, what would you do if you had Malfoy at your mercy?" Harry asks experimentally.
Ron gives him a confused look, thrown off by the randomness of the question. It is quickly replaced with anger.
"Malfoy? Do you even have to ask? I'd fuck that ferret up good. You know how I feel about that." he scowls. Ron had been pretty upset that Harry had spoken for Draco at his hearing. He eventually came round to Harry's reasoning, but Harry knew that Ron wanted to see Malfoy burn for allowing the death eaters into Hogwarts.
When Harry doesn't respond, Ron pushes further.
"Why are you asking? He did some other shit didn't he?"
Harry weighs his response carefully, deciding that an indirect answer would be best.
"He's willing to do anything to stay out of Azkaban."
"Let me at him Harry. I'll show that ferret what he has coming to him. He'll wish he's in Azkaban when I'm done with him." Ron stand up eagerly, already plotting his revenge.
Again Harry ponders. Even though Ron had eventually come around, Harry knew the redhead never truly forgave him for letting Malfoy off scot-free.
"No maiming him permanently, and you can't tell anyone, Hermione included."
"Deal." Ron says without hesitation.
"Where is he?" he continues, already putting on his jacket.
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This time Harry is prepared when Draco knocks. He was exactly on time.
Harry allows him in without a word. He escorts the blonde into the living room, hand on his shoulder, and shoves him roughly to his knees.
He binds Draco's hands behind his back before proceeding to blindfold him and shove a ball-gag into his mouth. Harry had not asked for permission, and Draco complies without complaint, heart racing.
Harry then squats in front of the other man, bringing his face close to Draco's ear.
"I'm not the only one who deserves a bit of revenge. You will behave yourself and do everything he tells you too."
Draco could not help but give a yelp of protest, incomprehensible through the gag. After a moment he begins the shake, fearful. He should have seen this coming.
Harry observed the terrified man in front of him, intrigued.
"Will you comply?"
Still shaking, Draco nods his head yes, though tears were already starting to form behind the blindfold. He starts unexpectedly when he feels Harry's hand on his shoulder once more.
"I'll be watching, be good for me."
To say Draco was surprised by these words was an understatement. Draco took a few deep breaths and strengthened his resolve, much to Harry's pleasure.
Because, for some reason, Draco Malfoy trusted him. Trusted Harry to use him however he liked and would try his best to take it all.
Though it would likely take Harry a very long time to realize it, he was very quickly becoming fond of the creature in front of him.
When Ron comes through the floo unannounced, Draco begins to shake once more, relieved that the fear in his eyes was hidden by the blindfold.
Immediately Ron begins to laugh. There was humor, most certainly, but there was also a dark tinge that could easily be detected by anyone listening.
"Oh how I have dreamt of this day Harry." he says, grinning.
"I want him to see me." he continues, not willing to believe Draco was his to torture just yet.
"He's all yours mate." Harry says neutrally, pointedly ignoring the anxiety trying to creep into his head. He walks away to pour himself a glass of fire-whisky and puts his feet up on his couch.
When Ron pulls off the blindfold Harry sees fear quickly turn to rebellion, though the remnants of tears gave him away.
Ron was likely oblivious, as he punches Malfoy square in the nose, breaking it.
Draco cries out as blood begins to stream down his face, but the rebellion does not leave his eyes, nor does he attempt to get up or shy away.
This pleases Ron further.
"You weren't kidding Harry. The ferret would do anything to avoid Azkaban wouldn't he?"
This catches Draco's attention, and his eyes move to find Harry's, calculating.
Harry remains expressionless, but Draco quickly deduces that Harry had not given away his secret. Draco was grateful for this, and showed it by bowing his head and sagging his shoulders in submission.
Because of this he does not see when Weasley rears his foot back to kick him in the nuts, and Draco doubles over in pain, no longer able to remain in position. Still, he does not attempt to escape or defend himself.
"Look at me ferret." Ron says to the cowering man. But Draco did not have it in him to open his eyes.
When Ron proceeds to kick him in the stomach something in Harry protests, but he does nothing.
Still, Draco refuses to look up at Ron.
Ron frowns, unexpectedly unhappy that Draco was not fighting back. He releases the binding on the blonde's hands and removes the ball gag.
"Do something you piece of shit." he says unhappily, kicking him once more.
"Like what?!" Draco spits. What the blood hell did Weasley expect him to do?
"Fight me." Another kick.
"So you can feel better about yourself? I don't think so." Draco responds bitterly.
Harry almost grins. He would have said something similar. Not that he'd allow anyone to lay their hands on him.
The next kick results in a sickening crack for all to hear. Draco groans in pain, scrunching his eyes and willing the tears to disappear.
Harry casts a silencing charm around Draco before speaking.
"Ron.." he says warningly.
"Sorry mate. I know." Ron responds.
Harry finds himself at a loss for words. This isn't what he had envisioned. He feels eyes on him and peers over to see Draco looking at him pleadingly.
Ron follows his gaze and Draco masks his emotions once more.
"Oh, I've got just the thing." Ron says. Harry cancels the charm just in time for Draco to hear Ron's next words.
"Ferret could use a good, old fashioned spanking." Draco groans but says nothing.
"I have just the thing. I'll need to go get it." Ron says, disappearing through the floo.
Barely a second passes before Draco hauls himself back into position on his knees.
"Potter, please." his voice faulters.
Harry gets up and moves closer to him, squatting in front of Draco once more.
"Shh, none of that. You've been so good." he says encouragingly.
Again, the compliment has Draco soaring. If Harry was pleased, then he could take whatever Ron would throw at him next.
Harry moves a hand towards Draco and he stiffens, sighing in relief as Harry heals his ribs.
The brief contact was enough to strengthen Draco's resolve.
Harry moves back in place just in time to hear the floo fire up once more.
Ron reappears with a Quidditch bat. Fred's. Harry's heart tightens painfully.
"Appropriate don't you think Harry?"
Harry nods in agreement. It was entirely appropriate, but he also knew that that thing could break bones.
He looks over to Draco to see that the blonde has his eyes firmly glued to the floor, giving nothing away.
"What do you think Malfoy. Is this appropriate?" Harry taunts, emotional as memories of Fred flashed through his head.
Draco looks up at him sadly, nodding in agreement.
"What was that ferret?" Ron says, intervening.
After a second, Draco answers.
"Yes, it's appropriate." he forces himself to say.
"What's appropriate?"
"The bat."
"Why is this bat appropriate Malfoy?"
Ron's anger was thriving anew.
"Because it's Fred's."
Ron could not resist another kick, thought he carefully avoids the other man's ribs. Even Harry sours at the sound of Fred's name coming out of Malfoy's mouth.
"and?!" Ron persists.
"And it's my fault he's dead." Draco continues emptily.
"Yes Malfoy. It's all your fucking fault." Another kick.
Ron magically strips the blonde down to his pants. Harry's stomach lurches as he sees the damage he'd imposed on the blonde several days before.
Draco's skin was still welted black and blue. Harry had intended to heal those before Ron came over, but the thought had escaped him.
Ron looks over at Harry in surprise but says nothing, too absorbed in his own fury.
"Bend over the table."
When Draco moves to get up, Ron says,
"Crawl."
Draco crawls to the coffee table and places his forearms onto it, hugging his head in his hands. Harry could not help but note that this time Draco was not excited in the least.
"Count them." Ron says, before cracking the bat down across his arse.
Draco yells out in pain. "One."
Ron strikes again, harder. Tears pour down Malfoy's face. "Two."
Again. "Three."
Ron says nothing, focusing on relinquishing his anger into his swings.
"T..ten." Draco was sobbing.
Ron does not appear to notice.
"Ffffourteen." Draco forces out between breaths.
After the 15th strike, Draco finally begs.
"P..please.." he says. Harry's stomach lurches in protest once more. He had wanted to hear the blonde beg, so why wasn't he enjoying this?
The plead only serves to anger Ron further.
"I said count ferret!"
On the 16th, another sickening crack is heard. Draco screams, falling to the floor in fetal position.
"Get up!" Ron yells, but Harry was already on his feet.
He grabs on to the bat, communicating with Ron with his eyes.
The haze covering Ron's eyes clears, and he sobers up enough to look down at Draco.
The blonde was bleeding through his shorts. Ron lets go of the bat as though it burned him.
"That's enough." Harry says neutrally.
Ron nods in agreement, tears starting to pour down his own face. Harry could tell this had nothing to do with Draco.
"I'm gonna go mate." he says, eyes haunted.
Harry nods and Ron floos away, leaving the bat behind.
Harry looks down at Draco with regret, healing the fracture as well as his nose, but leaving the rest.
He pours two glasses of firewhisky and downs one as he allows the other man time to pull himself together.
And, much to Harry's surprise, he sees Draco right himself to his knees once more, head bowed.
"Haven't you had enough?" Harry asks, confused.
Draco laughs dryly through his tears. "More than enough, Harry."
"Don't call me that. This doesn't change anything." Harry responds sharply, annoyed.
Draco nods pitifully.
"What am I going to do with you?" Harry asks himself aloud, sighing.
"Whatever you wish H.. Mr. Potter." Draco responds.
Harry laughs.
"Get out."
And Draco does.
Harry downs the second glass of whisky.
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