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Amore Schiavo	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 39165 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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First off, I’m SOO SORRY for the long wait! This chapter just DID NOT want to be written! But I finally got it all straightened out, and hopefully there won’t be any more long waits (but with a battle scene staring me in the face, I could be wrong), but for now, enjoy the chapter!

‘I need to decide what I’m going to do over Christmas break.’ Harry thought, staring down at his Charms homework, but not really seeing it. ‘I can’t really take Draco to the Weasley’s, there’s not enough space. I suppose we could spend the break at Grimmauld Place, if Draco doesn’t mind. It’s not exactly Malfoy Manor, but it’s mine, so if we want to stay there, I don’t exactly need anybody’s permission.’
“Earth to Harry!” Hermione shouted right next to his ear.
Harry jumped and shrieked, then turned to her with wide eyes. “What did I ever do to you?!” He asked in a harassed tone.
Hermione grinned. “I tried your name five times, but you were miles away. So what were you thinking of, hm?” She asked teasingly.
Harry sighed. “Christmas break.” He said softly. “I’m thinking of bringing my you-know-what to Headquarters for break.”
Hermione sighed and shook her head. “Well, there’s only one problem with that: What about non-Order-members coming across him?” She pointed out.
“There’s no one allowed there that’s not—Oh. Ginny.” Harry mumbled in realization.
Hermione nodded. “Mm-hm. She’s as likely to blow up over this as Ron was, maybe even more so because, and this is the biggest problem with the whole plan: She still likes you.”
Ron nodded. “She does, mate. I’ve tried telling her you’re probably not interested, but she doesn’t listen to me. I think she’ll only believe it if it comes from you.” He added.
“So I’d have to explain the situation with her before I did anything. That can be done.” Harry said, mostly to himself, then turned a questioning gaze on Hermione. “Incidentally, can I get presents for him?”
Hermione blinked. “Well, there’s no rule that forbids you from buying something for your property’s use. Think of it like he’s a pet, or something like that: you have to be expected to care for its needs, and sometimes that means buying it treats and toys, right? Caring for a human being is much the same way. There’s precedent for it, just make sure he knows they’re your items, for his use.” She told him helpfully.
Harry nodded. “That makes sense. Alright, so that’s settled.”
“Additionally,” Hermione said abruptly, “Any gifts others may want to give him have to go through you, as well. I’m getting him a gift for Christmas, which I will give to you for you to give to him to use. Alright?” She checked.
Harry nodded. “Yeah, that’s fine.” A slow smile spread across his face. “Wait a second, if I recently acquired a new vault at Gringotts, could I give Draco permission to use it? He could owl-order things in my name, couldn’t he?” He asked.
Hermione smiled. “He could, yes. You’d just have to make sure he knows that the things he buys still belong to you, first and foremost.” She replied.
“I think he’ll understand that.” Harry said, nodding. “And this allows me to give him back access to funds, which he must be missing. He’s used to having money.”
“It’s a good idea.” Hermione agreed. “I think he’d appreciate it.”
Harry sighed. “I suppose I should talk to Ginny now, shouldn’t I?”
Hermione nodded. “It’s probably best to get it out of the way.” She advised.
Harry got up and approached the girl, who was sitting with some friends at a table. She’d just gotten done explaining something to one of her friends. It looked like she was helping out the others, since Ginny was the only one who didn’t have work out in front of her.
“Ginny, I need to talk to you.” Harry told her.
Ginny looked surprised, but nodded. “Okay.”
“Not here. Come with me.” He said, leading her out of the common room and to the same classroom he’d taken Ron and Hermione to, to tell them away from prying ears. He warded the room. He had no idea how Ginny would take the news, but if it was anything like Ron, he’d be happy he’d brought her there.
“I have something to tell you, well, two things, actually, but I needed to tell you before Christmas break.” He said nervously.
Ginny just smiled. “Harry, whatever it is, it can’t be all that bad. Just say it.” She encouraged.
“First off, I already told Ron and Hermione, so you might as well know, I’m gay. I’m sorry, but you’re totally not my type.” He said in a rush.
Ginny’s eyes brimmed with tears. “Gay?” She repeated.
Harry nodded. “I came to the realization last year. But even if I wasn’t, I see you as a sister. I just wouldn’t feel comfortable being with you.”
Ginny nodded, sniffling. “Okay. Why are you telling me this?”
Harry flushed. “Well, you’re the only person in your family not yet in the Order. The rest all know already: Draco Malfoy defected in a big way. He pledged himself to my service, as a slave, and I’m bringing him to Headquarters for Christmas.”
“Bringing him to Headquarters?!” Ginny nearly shouted. “Why?!”
Harry shrugged. “I just don’t feel comfortable leaving him here. He’s very dependent on me, you’ll see. He’s safer with me then alone.”
Ginny glared at him. “Why should we care about his safety?!”
Harry sighed. “Because I swore to protect him. And I keep my word. Besides, Grimmauld Place belongs to me, now. I can bring whoever I want to. It’s my house.”
Ginny sniffed. “Why would you even swear to protect him?!”
“I don’t want to fight anyone I don’t have to.” Harry told her, running a hand through his hair. “Fuck, Ginny, think about it for a second; if I can keep one extra person out of the Death Eaters, why wouldn’t I take that chance? It’s one less person to fight, in the end.”
“So you’re just going to forgive him for all he’s done?” Ginny asked angrily.
Harry crossed his arms over his chest. “Really, Gin, what did he do that’s so unforgivable? Schoolboy rivalry isn’t something to forsake someone over.”
“Schoolboy rivalry?! His family is the reason Tom Riddle’s diary made it into the school my first year!” Ginny shrieked.
“That was his father; not him. He’s not responsible for that.” Harry told her. “In any case, he’s cut his ties to his family. I’m all he’s got now. If you’re that against him, we can stay here instead, but I’m not leaving him here alone. I’m not that cruel.”
Ginny glared at him for a moment, then narrowed her eyes. “You’re seeing him, too, aren’t you?” She asked lowly.
Harry shrugged. “There’s a sexual aspect to the slavery spell we used, yes. Does that bother you?” He asked.
Ginny’s nostrils flared. “So, do you love him?” She spat.
“I don’t really see how that’s any of your business.” Harry answered. “But, to answer your question, the binding is a love binding. Make of that whatever you want, but I don’t want you giving him any trouble. Can I trust you?” He asked.
Ginny curled her lip. “Can you trust him?” She retorted.
Harry nodded. “As a matter of fact, I trust him with my life. He dies when I do, now, so he has a vested interest in keeping me alive. I need to know, Ginny: Can. I. Trust. You?” He asked again, staring into her eyes searchingly.
Ginny glared at him for a few moments, then threw her hands up in the air. “Fine! Yes, I’ll leave him alone, but one snide remark out of him, and the deal’s off.” She said.
Harry smiled. “I’ll do my best to keep him in line. He shouldn’t give you any trouble.”
Ginny just huffed and left the room.
Harry sighed as his smile faded. ‘Well, she didn’t take it too well, but maybe it’ll all work out in the end.’ He thought hopefully.
*****
Harry finished putting together the sweets package he was getting Ron for Christmas, and then sighed.
What do you get for the boy you liked, when he had nothing but the trunk full of school supplies to call his own?
Harry headed to the apothecary and walked up to the counter. “I need to know what to get for someone. He likes potions, I know that much, but I have no idea what he might like. Do you have any suggestions?” He asked the witch who was at the register.
The witch smiled. “We just got in some Diricawl feathers, they’re pretty rare, but if you can afford them, he’d probably like some.” She suggested.
Harry nodded. “How much would be a good amount?” He asked.
The witch cocked her head. “Well, the feathers aren’t used very often, but most potions that call for them only want two or three. I’d say about twenty would be more than enough.” She told him.
“I’ll get twenty, then.” Harry said, digging his money pouch out of his pocket.
He paid and she handed over an unbreakable vial full of feathers, which Harry pocketed with a smile.
Presents all sorted, he headed over to the Three Broomsticks and ordered a butterbeer, sitting down with it at an out-of-the-way table near the back.
Hermione found him when she came in and dragged Ron over to the table, sitting down. “Did you find everything you were looking for?” She asked.
Harry nodded. “Yeah, I got everything already. I’m still waiting on something from Gringotts, but I’m hopeful that it’ll come in before Christmas.” He said lightly.
Ron got up and ordered butterbeers for himself and Hermione, bringing them over to the table. “So, what did you get Malfoy for Christmas?” He asked.
Harry smiled. “Diricawl feathers. The shop attendant said they’re rare, so he probably doesn’t have any.” He said.
Hermione smiled. “Do you know what the most popular potion Diricawl feathers are used in is?” She asked.
Harry shook his head. “I didn’t ask. What?”
“A male fertility potion. But this one, instead of working once, genetically alters the body so that the one who drinks it can become pregnant just like a girl; it’s permanent. The potion calls for five feathers, though, so it’s not used very often, since the feathers are hard to come by.” Hermione revealed.
Harry gulped, flushing. “Well—I, um… I didn’t get them for that reason!” He hissed.
Hermione smiled and patted his hand. “I know that, and Draco might know that, as well, but he’s bound to think of that potion first when he sees the feathers, so I’m pointing it out. It’s the first option that would spring to mind for any male who received that kind of a gift from their male lover, that’s all.” She told him.
Harry groaned, burying his face in his hands. “He’s really going to think I’ve crossed the line into stalker-dom now.” He muttered.
Hermione let out a small laugh, turning it into a cough when Harry glared at her for her trouble. “Well, he may be a little surprised by it, but I’m sure it will all blow over.” She assured him.
Harry didn’t share her certainty.
*****
Harry walked into the room and looked around, setting his bag down. “Draco?” He called out.
“In here!” Draco called out from the bedroom.
Harry walked through and blinked in surprise, then grinned wolfishly. “Thinking of me?” He asked, eyeing the blond.
Draco was reclined on the bed, one leg drawn up, one arm behind his head as the other stroked his hard cock absently. “No.” The blond drawled, and that maddening tickle started up in Harry’s head. “I’m thinking of the giant squid.”
Harry laughed. “Liar. I know you’re thinking of me.”
Draco sneered. “Oh, yes, because I adore you so.”
Harry’s brow rose. That statement didn’t feel like a lie. “Do you, Draco?” He asked, walking toward the bed. “Do you really?”
Draco rolled his eyes. “You’re my only option. I’ll be the first to admit that I like you a bit. Don’t get too excited over it, though. Like I said, you’re my only option. I can’t help becoming a little attached to you.”
Harry smirked, kneeling beside the bed and kissing Draco. “I like you a bit, too.” He said softly.
Draco scoffed. “Of course you do, I’m providing you with free sex whenever you visit me; what’s not to like?”
Harry looked him over. “Speaking of sex, what was the intent behind this display? Were you trying to tempt me?” He asked.
Draco bit his lip. “Not really. I mean, if you want sex, I’ll hardly deny you, I honestly can’t tell you ‘no,’ but… I really miss being able to wank, to be honest.” He admitted quietly.
“Oh.” Harry said, feeling a bit wrong-footed. It made sense, Draco hadn’t been able to wank for close to four months now. Harry would probably end up missing it if he went that long without, too. “Well, since you can’t come without me, all I can offer is to not watch and I’ll give you the order to come when you’re close. Would that be alright?”
Draco looked at him in shock. “You’d do that for me? Without asking for anything in return?” He asked.
Harry flushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, yeah. I mean, it’s only fair. I can still wank, after all. I understand how you might be missing it.”
Draco licked his lips, then nodded. “I’d like that.” He said.
Harry nodded and turned around, leaning his back against the bed. “I’ll just stay here for you, then. I’m sorry I can’t give you any real privacy.”
Draco chuckled. “It’s fine. I’d ask for a silencing spell, but then I wouldn’t be able to tell you when I’m close, so… This is really the best we can do. Thank you for this, though. You don’t have to allow me this.”
Harry smiled and shook his head. “I want you to feel free to tell me when you need or want something. Anything I can grant you, I will.” He said.
“Mmm.” Draco responded non-committally, and Harry closed his eyes, able to visualize what was going on right behind him.
He could see, in his mind’s eye, those pale, aristocratic features becoming slack with pleasure, that perfectly-manicured hand wrapped around his long, hard cock. He swallowed reflexively when he heard a quiet gasp and a low, throaty moan.
He knew those sounds intimately; had caused quite a few of them by now, and it was tempting to look, to watch as his slave pleasured himself, but… He had promised. And he kept his word. Especially to Draco, he needed at least one person he knew he could trust, and if Harry broke that trust, it would be a long time before he was given Draco’s trust again, if he ever was.
After a few more minutes of harsh breathing and quiet sounds of a fist sliding over a cock, he heard Draco moan again. “Harry…” The quiet word, barely more than an exhalation, had Harry desperately hard in an instant. It had been hard enough not to look when he’d had no idea what Draco was thinking about, but now, knowing that the blond’s thoughts centered around him, it was ten times harder.
Harry bit his lip, ignoring his arousal and repeating to himself that he couldn’t look, mustn’t look, wouldn’t look—
“Harry, Harry—“
He heard a hitch in Draco’s breathing, and knew the blond was close.
“Harry, please—“
“Come for me, Draco.” Harry breathed, and Draco’s voice rose on a wordless wail as he came.
Harry gulped and got up. “I’ll be right back.” He said, heading for the bathroom.
“Harry!” Draco’s voice stopped him.
He didn’t turn around, he knew he wouldn’t be able to walk away if he saw the blond cum-splattered and sated; his need was too great at the moment. “Yeah?” He asked, closing his eyes tightly.
“Thank you.” Draco whispered softly.
“You’re welcome, Draco.” He answered, then retreated into the bathroom. He pulled out his hard cock and began fisting it, quickly. It took him barely ten strokes, imagining the blond’s face and hearing the sounds of his pleasure in his head, before he was coming, biting down on his other hand to stifle his cries.
He cleaned himself with a wave of his wand and put his clothes to rights, then left the bathroom.
Draco was already out of bed, pulling on a robe and buttoning it up. “So, what homework do you need help with this time?” The blond asked lightly.
Harry chuckled. “Potions, of course. And Charms.” He said. “I’m having a bit of trouble with the essay that’s due on Tuesday.”
“Well, we’d best get to work, then.” Draco said, before shooting a playful smirk at Harry. “Then later tonight, you can fuck me. I know you want to, even if you’re too much of a gentleman to say it. After all, I’m irresistible.”
Harry swallowed back a laugh. ‘Draco,’ He thought, ‘you have no idea.’
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