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Inamorato	By : Pheobi Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 33335 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: Um...I'm jumping three weeks. Why? Because I hate filler. Just be happy it's not worse. Sometimes in fics I jump month. And I really hate when people give a blow-by-blow of every time Harry breathesbecause JKR doesn't even do that and she wrote seven books. So, the last chapter was Sept. 21st, a Sunday. This is Oct. 12th...also a Sunday. Gonna give a little glossy-version of that time, but nothing major, so no worrying about missing shit. If it's important, you'll know about it...unless you aren't supposed to know yet. Think of it this way...fewer chapters about filler means fewer chapters until the smut. So be happy! ^_^ Please rate and review; they make me VERY happy! ~ FA

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Harry sighed, spinning languidly in the air. He was relaxing inside a lovely air-bubble-type-charm Pansy and Blaise had found that enabled him to sit or lay however he liked - albeit 3 feet off the ground, but still! Beggars couldn't be choosers. He rolled onto his stomach, folding his arms under his chin and sighing again. Draco was off attending to 'Head Boy' business with Dumbledore, the Heads of House, and an undoubtedly bitchy Hermione, leaving Harry alone to mope. While the school, and the Wizarding World in general, had taken things rather well since the article - including Harry and Draco's schedules being rearranged to match (Harry had happily dropped Divination to sit through Draco's Ancient Runes and filled a study period with Draco's Numerology course) and their inability to be apart without Harry becoming increasingly agitated and violent - Harry couldn't help waiting for the other shoe to drop. Metaphorically speaking, that is.

Harry kicked his feet slowly, thinking hard about the past few weeks. Fleur had explained so many things; from the the ritual bath she'd help give him and the one Bill would help give Draco to the special robes they'd don to meet each other and the special way to remove them from each other once alone, all the way through the fact that apparently Draco would have a permanent collar after the ceremony was over. Which Draco flat-out refused to talk about, though Harry had tried several times. For some reason, this collar-thing bothered Harry and he wondered for the umpteenth time of Hermione would be able to help him find a way around it. Then, of course, he remembered - also for the umpteenth time - that Hermione wasn't speaking to him, so no, she wasn't going to be able to research anything. And wasn't that just a bitch?

And as if all of that wasn't enough for poor Harry to try and deal with, Neville had asked him yesterday if Pansy had a boyfriend and then asked if Pansy might be interested in him because she sure flirted a lot and how the hell was Harry supposed to know any of that? But he'd been asked to find out, which was completely mortifying, thank you very much! Though not, of course, as mortifying as answering Fleur with a 'No, not yet.' twice a week when she asked if he and Draco had had sex yet. It was only made worse, of course, by the fact that Harry knew Fleur could sense his frustration over his still-virgin status and could anything be more mortifying than that?

Oh yes, it could. How? 'Because,' Harry thought to himself, fuming as he glared holes into the floor. 'My fiance is a total prick who can't keep his mouth shut!'

How horrifying was it to wake up yesterday to hear his fiance telling his two best friends (Blaise and Pansy) that no, they hadn't had sex yet. And why? Well, because the adorable Boy-Who-Fucking-Lived is a virgin and they wanted it to be special! And then Harry had had to lay there, blushing furiously, as Pansy giggled over the idea that 'Poor Drakey' had to wait until 'Little Harry' was ready so it could be fucking special and Blaise laughed outright, saying Draco was finally in a serious relationship and was suffering from blue balls for the first time and wasn't that just fucking ironic?

And did the stupid prick defend Harry ONCE to say that he, Draco, was the one who insisted on waiting? No, of course not! So not only did Draco announce his state of virginity to those two - A state he, Harry, had been trying to get rid of, thank you very much! - but he also made it sound like Harry was a prude! As though he didn't suck Draco off at least three times as often as Draco returned the favor! As though they didn't fall asleep naked and sticky and sated and wrapped around each other nearly every night! As though he, Harry, the virgin of this fucking relationship, wasn't hard and panting for it after a few kisses! As though Draco was the one left feeling empty and achy and decidedly unsatisfied after every encounter, no matter how many times he came, because his body craved the unknown - but deeply wished-for - feeling of his loved inside him.

And great, just great. Harry groaned out loud, rolling onto his back to glare at the ceiling. Now he was hard and even if he could convince Draco to take some alone time when he got back, it wouldn't matter. It wouldn't be what he really wanted. Draco, above him, that pale body surrounding him with it's strength as Draco thrust inside him...and oh fuck, this wasn't fair!

"What the fuck good are private rooms and a sexy fiance if I'm not even getting fucking laid?" Harry demanded angrily of the ceiling, which had no answer for him.

Harry sighed again and willed away his aching erection by focusing on the only thing guaranteed to kill it. His fears about what Voldemort might be planning. Sev'rus said the evil man had been surprisingly calm upon learning about Narcissa's recovery, Harry's Creature status, and Draco's soon-to-be Consort status. Which, of course, only served to frighten Harry more. That psychotic freak, CALM? It just didn't seem right, somehow...

And though Harry was thrilled at the peaceful sleep he got now, he hated that losing his scar seemed to have lost him his connection to Voldemort's mind as well. Not that he wanted to watch people being tortured and killed in his sleep, because he sure-as-fuck did not, but at least then he'd had some warning before an attack. At least he knew if Voldemort was angry or amused or bored or whatever. At least he knew. Not knowing was going to drive him mad at this rate.

Harry sighed, knowing it was pointless to dwell on something he couldn't do anything about. He folded his hands behind his head, closed his eyes, and let the gentle weightless feeling lull him to sleep. His wings flared abruptly and his eyes shot open - nearly causing him to fall out of the the bubble - when the door slammed open and a group of loud, laughing teens spilled into the room. Harry narrowed his eyes - not only had they scared the shit out of him, they'd jolted him out of an almost-dream where Draco actually got around to shagging him senseless. They were about to face one seriously pissed-off Creature.

"Can I fucking help you?" Harry snarled, rolling himself into a crouch inside his bubble, wings flared and ready to pounce on anyone who mouthed off.

Pansy giggled, a knowing little smirk on her face. "Oh, Harry dear, so sorry! Did we disturb the sleep of the innocent?" She emphasized the last word teasingly, making Blaise laugh as well.

Ron, Ginny, and Neville looked lost and Draco was biting his bottom lip, doing his best not to laugh. Luna was eyeing Harry cautiously and Harry wondered at the fact that she seemed to be the only one to sense the danger. In the end, it wasn't Pansy's comment that pushed him over. It wasn't even Blaise's piercing laughter or the way he nudged Draco's side with his elbow, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. No, it was the way Draco's eyes glittered like ice, his cheeks turning pink and his pearly white teeth sinking into that full, rosy lip as he struggled not to laugh out loud that made him snap.

Harry sprang out of his bubble, his flared wings balancing him as he landed softly in a crouch on the floor in front of Pansy. He stood and looked at her coldly. His voice was hard and nasty as he sneered. "Why yes, Pansy you did. But only because Draco," Harry's eyes flashed briefly to the blonde before returning to the petite brunette girl before him. "Seems to have forgotten what to do with his cock!"

Pansy gasped, her hand flying up to cover her mouth while Blaise all but howled with laughter. Ron, Ginny, and Neville - having caught on to Pansy's comment - were backing away, quite familiar with Harry's temper after 5th year when he'd blown up at everyone an awful lot over mostly nothing. Luna was watching with interest, but from the same cautious distance she'd been maintaining from the start, the clever girl. Draco however flushed an angry red, his eyes narrowing as he shoved Harry in the chest, knocking the smaller boy back a few steps.

"Excuse you?" Draco growled, nearly nose-to-nose with Harry now, who'd recovered from the shove swiftly. "Where the hell do you get off, talking about me like that?"

Harry let out an angry screeching sound that made everyone's hair stand on end, then wrapped one small hand around Draco's slim, pale throat. "These are my rooms, Malfoy, and you will be my property. Don't ever forget which of us is more powerful, or you'll regret it."

Harry's voice was a low hiss of sound as he tightened his fingers and lifted Draco up onto his toes. "You are nothing compared to me, Malfoy, and you foolishly waste what I've offered you. When my collar finally encircles your throat, you will learn your place. Or you will lose it."

he unceremoniously dropped Draco onto the floor, glaring down at him, disgusted. The blonde was flushed and panting, on his knees with his hands cradling his throat. "Lose it?" He rasped, his voice raw and hoarse. "How can I lose a lifetime position?"

Harry merely sneered, seeming to pulse with a dark gold light. "With death of course. And as my Consort, no one would care. Your life will be mine, to do with as I please." Harry reached out and stroked Draco's cheek lightly. "Maybe this lesson will help you remember the value I have when someone seeks to mock me again!"

Draco shuddered lightly, dropping his eyes, realizing what Harry must have overheard. Damn him and his Slytherin pride - he should have just told his friends to mind their own damned business! "You're right, Harry." Draco rasped, not looking up. "I'm sorry. I forgot, if only for a moment, how precious you are. I'll do my best to make sure I never do so again." He looked up, hands still cradling his throat, eyes open and honest. "I am sorry."

The dark gold glow surrounding Harry pulsed again, then dimmed slightly as Harry nodded, though it was still in evidence as he turned to face Pansy - and Blaise - again. "I offered myself to him. Naked and eager. He refused." Harry's eyes were a fathomless, swirling gold, his voice velvety-soft. "Do not presume to question my personal life again, or you will pay the price, regardless of Draco's response. I am more than you will ever be and you have no right to question your betters!" This last word Harry snarled, knowing that very little else would penetrate the thick skin of a Slytherin.

"I'm sorry." Pansy whispered, her eyes filling with tears as she looked between Draco's pale, kneeling form - dark bruises blossoming under the smooth skin of his throat - and Harry's agitated self. "I didn't mean to upset you, really..." She stifled a sob with her hand, adding in a choked voice. "I'm so sorry....I swear, it won't happen again..." She looked down at Draco once more, tears spilling over as her eyes locked on the ever-darkening bruises, and she asked softly. "Please, Harry, let me get a salve for his neck...please...I never meant for this to happen..."

Harry's dark gold glow pulsed again as Blaise tugged Pansy back a few steps, saying hastily. "She didn't mean to question your punishment of Draco, Harry. She's just upset and worried, is all. She wasn't trying to be disrespectful or insulting. Neither of us were. It was just meant to be teasing - harmless fun between friends. She...we forgot that Draco is an as-yet Unbound Consort and what that means for you both."

The dark-skinned boy lowered his head and upper body, dragging Pansy into the deep bow with him, "We offer our sincerest apologies, Master Potter, for crossing a line with your chosen Consort and accept your censure and anger until such a time as we are forgiven. We will not interfere. We offer no resistance to your Almost-Bond and we willingly submit to your choice of punishment for our thoughtless actions."

Harry could feel himself calming at the formal words Blaise spoke. Pansy and he remained bowed though the Slytherin girl was still crying, obviously upset and afraid. Blaise showed no outward fear, though somehow Harry knew he felt it. Just as he could sense the fear radiating off of Ron, Ginny, and Neville. At least as Purebloods they'd known better than to try to intervene. Luna was oddly unafraid, but then, she'd done nothing wrong.

Harry could feel his magic pulling back into himself, the dark glow receding at last. "I pass on judging you. This time." Harry wasn't quite sure how he knew what to say, only that he did. As the magic inside him settled, so did his anger.

He glanced down at Draco and froze. The blonde was sitting on the floor, his legs curled to one side, his weight mostly on his right hip and thigh. He had his hands draped across his thighs, open and shaking. His face was turned up towards Harry, his eyes wide and dark and full of fear and regret. Silvery trails marred the soft, pale skin of his cheeks where tears had fallen and not-yet dried. And his throat - his beautiful, slim, elegant throat - was mottled by bruises. Ugly purple-black bruises that seemed to get darker as he watched. Bruises in the shape of Harry's fingers.

His own hand trembling slightly, Harry reached out to touch Draco's tousled blonde hair, his heart aching when Draco shuddered. it was slight and nearly imperceptible, but Harry noticed. He stopped, his fingertips barely brushing the soft silvery hair, and curled his fingers into a tight fist, his nails digging into his palm. Hermione's research had been right - he was a Dark Creature. He had hurt Draco.

"I'll have Sev'rus heal you..." Harry whispered, feeling tears burn the backs of his eyes. "And I swear I'll never hurt you again, Draco...never. I didn't mean to..."

Draco's eyes locked on Harry's and he shook his head. "No." He rasped and the sound - more proof of the monster he was - broke Harry's heart almost as much as Draco's denial.

"No what?" He asked, fearful of the answer but needing to know; needing to understand where they stood.

"Sev won't heal me." Draco's face was solemn. "Everyone need to see this." Harry's heart shattered in his chest, but Draco continued, his voice low and broken-sounding - like a tin can dragged across loose gravel. "I betrayed you, Harry, and the Bond we've sworn to make. I'm a Consort-to-be. My punishment must be shown, so no one questions your ownership. That's how it works. Sev wouldn't heal me even if you asked. It's against the law."

Harry's mouth fell open in shock and Luna's airy voice flowed through the room as Pansy and Blaise cautiously rose out of their bows. "It's true, Harry. Magical Law prohibits the healing of a chosen Consort from any injury sustained by their Creature. It's why your Creature-side got so offended when Pansy offered. Your magic knows the Law, even if you don't." She smiled, her eyes focused on a spot just a little high and to the left of his face. "Blaise was very clever to formally apologize. I doubt if anything else would have worked."

"I'm just glad I remembered how." Blaise smiled cheekily at Luna, shot her a wink, then turned somber eyes to Harry, his smile turning brittle around the edges. "I'm sorry we can't heal Draco for you, but it is Magical Law. We can, however, leave you two in peace to sort this all out."

As his and Draco's friends filed out, casting worried glances at the pair - Harry still standing above Draco's bruised form - one thing echoed in Harry's mind. One phrase he'd uttered. One he hated himself for. One he prayed hadn't ruined everything.

'When my collar finally encircles your throat, you will learn your place.'

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Harry set his face into a carefully blank expression. He's tried to talk to Draco last night after the others had left, but the blonde had refused. He'd just curled up on their bed, softly asking Harry to let him be alone. Said he needed to think. He didn't even leave the room for dinner, and Harry had had no appetite either, which was good since he couldn't bring himself to be further away from Draco then their Common Room. Which was where Harry had spend a mostly-sleepless night, on his air-bubble charm.

when Draco had woken, he'd seemed sad. He also deliberately wore a tee-shirt under his open school robes, making sure his throat was completely visible. Harry's heart was breaking all over again as Draco walked two steps behind him, head high, throat bared, as they entered the now-silent Great Hall. Harry sat stiffly at their table, Draco taking the seat beside him. Still not feeling hungry, Harry just did his best to tune out the voices murmuring around them.

"Are you still mad at Draco?" Blaise's hissed comment drew both boys' attention.

"What?" Harry's mouth fell open in shock. He could feel himself losing control - feel the magic pulling up from it's place inside him and spreading across his skin in the dark, golden glow from the day before. He gritted his teeth, struggling to reign his anger in. "What did you just ask me?" He bit out sharply.

"Blaise, don't!" Draco pleaded desperately, his voice still hoarse. "Just leave it alone; it's none of your business!"

Harry's wings vibrated as Harry fought to keep them folded against his back. "Draco, stop. I am not angry at you!" He glared at Blaise for having suggested he was. "I thought I'd made that clear yesterday when I expressed my desire to have Draco healed."

Blaise knew he should shut up. He really should. But his concern for Draco outweighed his concern for his own safety. "Well, Potter, maybe you should stop acting like Draco doesn't exist! I'm sure I'm not the only one who's assuming you're still pissed at Draco and some might view it as an invitation to go after Draco themselves!" When Harry looked stunned, Blaise hissed. "Like Granger, who's looking like the cat that got the cream!"

Harry resisted the urge to turn and look at Hermione Draco's soft voice offered the perfect distraction. "If you're not mad, why didn't you come to bed last night? And why are you glowing all dark again?"

Harry hadn't realized Draco would assume such things. "I'm mad at myself Dray, for losing control." He blinked back tears and added. "For hurting you. I thought you wouldn't want me touching you. You said you wanted to be alone..."

Draco placed a gentle hand on Harry's cheek. "Harry, nothing could make me not want your touch. Nothing. I was just upset with myself for not telling Pan and Blaise to mind their own business." He leaned in, rubbing his nose lightly against Harry's. "I was upset because I thought you were mad at me...disgusted with me."

Harry felt instantly soothed by Draco's soft, affectionate touches, his magic settling down gently inside him. "I could never stay mad at you, Dray, and you certainly couldn't disgust me. I love you, remember?" He lightly ran his fingers over the marks on Draco's throat, wishing he could erase them. "It disgusts me that I've got this darkness inside me. This dark part of me that's capable of hurting you."

Draco nodded slowly, not dislodging the fingers still gently caressing his throat. "I don't mind." He said softly, staring intently into Harry's eyes. "I don't expect you to be the shining beacon of light everyone else does. I like the darkness inside you; I like knowing you're strong enough to protect me." He leaned in closer and whispered in Harry's ear. "I love that you're strong enough to make me helpless, but you let me be in control. I love that you willingly let me dominate you." He flicked his tongue lightly over the shell of Harry's ear as he settled back into his seat.

Harry swallowed hard. "So...we're okay?" Draco nodded, a small smile on his lips as he resumed eating. Harry nodded to Blaise and said. "Thank you. I appreciate your concern for Draco and value your advice and friendship. Especially when it concerns issues with my Creature-side or Draco's Consort status."

"Sure." Blaise seemed surprised, but he hid it quickly. "I'm happy to advise you whenever necessary."

Pansy seemed to steel herself and said. "So, Harry, what are you going to wear to the Masque?"

Harry frowned. "The...mask?" He looked at Draco, genuinely puzzled. "What are you talking about?"

Draco laughed. "Masquerade, Harry. With everything that happened, I didn't get a chance to tell you."

"Oh, it'll be so much fun!" Pansy smiled at him, her excitement overrunning her hesitation. "It's a Halloween Masquerade Ball and us Prefects are in charge of decorations. It's going to be so awesome! I think I'll be going as a queen..."

"A pixie." Harry said before he could stop himself. When everyone stopped eating to stare at him, Harry's flushed. "I meant for Pansy, not for me!" He blushed harder when Draco snorted and muttered something about fairies. "Hush, Dray. I'm serious, Pan. You'd be gorgeous as, like, an autumn fairy."

The petite brunette girl looked serious as she considered it. "It's a good idea, Harry." She smiled brightly at him. "I think I'll definitely go with that!"

"Yeah." Harry thought quickly and said. "Hey Neville, you'd make a really cool wood spirit. You know, all greens and browns with leaves and branches and stuff. Since you're so good at Herbology, I think it'd really suit you."

Draco looked at Harry and raised an eyebrow, then said. "Yeah, Pan, if Longbottom does that then you two should go together. Your costumes would looks great together, don't you think?"

Pansy smiled sweetly at Neville. "I'd like that. What do you think, Nev? Should we go together as woodland sprites?"

Neville blushed a light pink, but said. "Sure. I'd really like that. Maybe you can help me get my costume ready during the Hogsmeade trip next weekend?"

Harry mentally applauded his normally-shy friend as Pansy agreed and the two began making plans. Now, what should he be for this Ball? Hmmm...

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As Harry and Draco were leaving Draco's Ancient Rune class - Harry had spent the class sketching Draco - Hermione called out to him. "Harry! Harry, wait! Can we talk?"

Harry sighed. "I'll catch up with you, okay, Dray?" He touched the blonde's cheek lightly. "Save me a seat, okay?"

Draco nodded, looking worried. "Alright, Harry." He shot another nervous look at Hermione before heading towards the Great Hall for lunch.

Harry steeled himself and turned to face Hermione. "Hello, Hermione. Can I help you?"

Hermione was smiling warmly at Harry and it unnerved him. "Oh, Harry, I can't believe I didn't understand sooner! You should have just explained. I would have been so much more supportive if you had!" She shook her head at him.

"What are you talking about?" Harry felt like he was missing an important piece of information that would make Hermione's words make sense. "Why didn't I explain what?"

"That making Malfoy your Consort means you can punish him however you like!" The Gryffindor girl was practically bouncing with excitement. "I should have realized you wouldn't just let all of those years of fighting go unpunished. And now no one can stop you or heal him or anything! It's like you own him!"

Harry recoiled from her. "That's disgusting, Hermione! Are you even listening to yourself?" He was horrified - her words made his skin crawl. "If owning a House-Elf is wrong, what does that make owning a human?"

Hermione took a step back, looking confused. Harry snapped at her again, hoping he was finally getting through. "He's a person Hermione, and a good one! I didn't mean to hurt him, but those awful laws won't let me heal him. I think it's disgusting that I could kill him and no one would bat an eye! You should, too!"

"Harry, I..." Hermione looked torn. "I just..."

"Whatever, Hermione." Harry shook his head, looking defeated. "I can't keep having this fight with you. You're supposed to be my best friend. You're supposed to be there for me. I should be able to go to you and ask you for help in getting around all these awful laws." He sighed heavily, moving his wings restlessly. "I miss the 'Mione I grew up with. The one who started S.P.E.W. and helped me save Buckbeak and who just wanted all of the Houses to get along. If you see her...tell her that."

Without another word, Harry walked away. He just hoped that this time, she'd listened.

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A/N: Okay, opinions, please! On everything. I didn't intend to show the darker aspects of Harry;s nature yet, but it sort of happened. And now you can see why Narcissa was so concerned when Draco told her he'd be a Consort. It's a dangerous thing to accept and requires the utmost trust in the Creature you're submitting to. Especially if they're young like Harry is and not fully in control. Do you guys want a chapter devoted to the shopping-for-costumes and the Hogsmeade trip and all that, or should I skip right to Halloween Day? I'll leave it entirely up to you guys. Majority vote wins, so make sure your voice is hear with lovely reviews! Think of it as an apology for my extended bout of writer's block! Thanks for reading and remember, e-mails get you placed on the update list! ~ FA
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