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Earning a Name	By : Talin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-prologue
- 2-1
- 3-2
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- 5-4
- 6-5
- 7-6
- 8-7
- 9-8
- 10-9
- 11-10
- 12-11
- 13-12
- 14-13
- 15-14
- 16-15
- 17-16
- 18-17
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Draco sat
hunched over a book he desperately tried to focus on. Focusing on the book kept
him from focusing on other things. Things like his master, or the new weight
about his neck.

For the first time in almost a
week, for the first time since he�d been allowed into this library, he�d
actually been called into the overly-Gryffindor-like office and�. and why did things have to be so damn
frustrating???

The things
had �settled�, if the blonde could call it that, into
a routine that never ceased to irritate him. He�d wake, usually before his
Master, shower and wait for the other while the house elves fussed over the
table setting and made some inconsequential adjustments to the menu. From here,
he�d be pulled from his pillow into the brunette�s lap and fed whenever the
fork drifted towards him. He�d be sent off with a pinch or soft slap to his rear only
to return to lunch and later dinner, finishing the day off with a flop onto his
cot.

What he did
between meals usually involved the library, as that somewhat lessened the monotones of it all. What Potter was
busying himself with was beyond him, though he begrudgingly
admitted to missing the fingers that played in his hair as his Master worked. They
made him feel less ignored, at least.

And now,
now that Potter had finally called
him, he was even more agitated. His master had smiled fondly when Draco entered, setting the quill into its holder before
getting that look in those green eyes. The look that the
brunette always wore while on the prowl. Never before had that look not
lead to the blond becoming hot and bothered, usually fighting with himself before giving in to whatever sensations the owner of
those green eyes was currently subjecting him to.

Today, they
lied. Today, none of what suddenly seemed very ditstant
events transpired. Potter, after smiling at the blonde�s entrance, simply asked
if he�d been liking the library. The Library! After Draco�s
short �yes, Master� Potter told him that he had something shinny for him,
pulling an ornate box from the desk and waling behind the blonde. Draco tried to turn around, only to get pinched and ordered
to hold still by a low whisper in his ear.

Draco thought then
that he�d be subjected to those hands that made a traitor of his body, but the warmth
behind him pulled back after only a quick nip on his earlobe. Cold metal
replaced the warm breath, making the blonde buck at the unforeseen sensation. The
metal seemed to bind to his neck, choking him slightly when it was pulled back
to be fastened. After it was secured and straightened, it fit as snuggly as it
could without being too small, still uncomfortably cold. The hand he was
sneaking up to run over the thing was swiftly batted away, a chuckling voice
telling him to turn around.

Potter
scrutinized him as always, running a hand over it lightly, though still hard
enough to intensify the cold while staying off the blonde�s own heated flesh. Potter
told him not to touch it, not to sneak peaks at it in the few mirrors the house
held. And then, after a moment more of appraising Draco
as always, the brunette basically told him to scram. Not in so many words, no,
but Draco could tell he wanted the blonde out of
there. Why the fuck did this have to be so confusing?

Finally, after reading the same
damned line for the up tenth time, Draco had to shut
the blasted thing and keep himself from throwing it across the room. The anticipation
of what his Master would do had already caused a reaction, but his frustrations
ran far deeper than that.

No matter what, he�d always known
what was expected of him.

As a son,

As a Malfoy,

As a student,

As a Slytherin student,

As a Death Eater�s son�

And now he didn�t. He
couldn�t.

In all
honesty, when all this first started, Draco was quite
sure falling back into doing what was expected of him would be easy. Annoying, demeaning and depressing� but easy.

Instead, Potter, his Master,
kept changing the rules; kept shifting what expectations he had of his new acquisition.

Sometimes, Draco told himself it was simply Potter not knowing what he wanted from Draco
yet, other times he was sure the Gryffindor was trying to
simply drive him crazy.

At times
like that, his thoughts often veered towards how much easier running away might
be.

An impossibility, of course.

Too many spells and bonds were weaved into the binding
ritual to run on his own, and archaic laws against those seeking to aid runaway
slaves were far too harsh for help to be readily available. At best, the
offender would be enslaved to the runaway�s master as well. The worst depended
on just how sick said Master�s mind could get.

At least
things weren�t as bad as they could be. He�d seen Death Eater meetings where
captives were turned into makeshift slaves. He saw what they were forced to
endure� what Potter, if he so wished, would have been well within his rights to
do.

Hell, Draco had expected to be
bent over the nearest table and rammed raw soon as he�d taken the Floo from Malfoy Manor� after the
ordered shower, certainly.

Instead,
his rear remained happily unrammed, and he had yet to
be ordered to pleasure Potter in any way� unless you counted having to sit on
his lap. Hell, had it not been for Blaise�s role in
Potter�s life and the provocative touches sent Draco�s
way, the blonde would have been tempted to think his Master straight.

Well� uninterested in fucking, at least, as no straight guy
could have such talented hands.

Those things were addictive.

Literally.

And Draco was beginning to secretly
pine for their return. He had half a mind, in fact, to walk into that damnable
office and get Potter to play with his hair again. He hadn�t been told to stay
in the library, after all� or to stay out
of the office.

AN:

Sorry it's taken me so bloody long to figure out WHY I couldn't acess the author panel via the link I used to use (yes, officially an idiot), and only now did I find the link to the address that WORKS without the in-story add button. As for Blaise, you�ll understand WHY he was needed (and will
be needed again, if in a somewhat different capacity) later on, I promise.

Kate- The war is over
(mentioned it at the very beginning), and I will try to incorporate more of why Harry is so mean into this. Actually,
I do have one concept that I simply need to find the right place to incert it in, that will hopefully shed light on things in a
roundabout way. I will tell you, however, that the explanation will not be as
explicit as you might like, as darkness is best left only half-explained.

Sbkar- did it, thus couldn't update till now...

Heidi- you�ll see it, and I can promise Harry will be as glad it�s there as
you will.

Kara (and everyone
else who hates the fact that I�ve been slowish on the
D/H smut)- I know it�s frustrating, hell, I get
frustrated when all I want is a quick fuck story and I get overly lengthy plot,
but I quickly discovered that I can�t write plotless
crud� it just doesn�t work for me and gets me put off writing any more of it,
so I have to add plot. Actually, at the very beginning, one of the main reasons
I added Blaise was so everyone wouldn�t have to wait too long for at least some kind of smut.
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