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Master Me	By : Vergnugen Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He waited. And he watched.

Bare skin was revealed by flickering flames, shadows falling gracefully into soft dips and hollows, gentle swells of muscle lined in golden light. Firm thighs and calves, toned from hours riding a broomstick. Silver eyes traced over the lines and planes that flowed into arching waves that fused together perfectly to form a leanly sculpted torso.

Studying the body before him, Draco realized just how little justice there was in the world that such a delicious form was hidden by oversized rumpled clothes that he wouldn�t give to a house elf let alone a wizard of such status. But that was neither here nor there in the grand scheme of things. All that mattered at the moment was the waiting, making sure to capture the moment that the other boy woke, bound and helpless.

Parted lips were red and slightly chapped; wind and the fact that he bit it when concentrating. The hair that normally fell messily over the scarred forehead now fell back against the ground and revealed just how much of a frame it made for his face. Without his hair falling all over his face seemed the slightest bit too wide at the cheekbones, coming down to a narrow, slightly dimpled chin. Dark lashes fanned over his cheeks, hiding the glimmering rage of green.

Oh and wasn�t his little pet going to be so full of rage when he woke? Anticipation thrummed through him, tugging his own lips into a satisfied smirk. Yes, Draco Malfoy had every reason to anticipate his greatest rival�s awakening.

And there it was.

A slight stirring. A soft moan. He tensed in his chair with baited breath. A glimmer of cloudy green, eyes hazy and unfocused as yet.

�Ah, awake now are we?� Draco asked, amusedly.

Harry Potter blinked blearily up at the ceiling, frowned. His eyes widened, confused and alarmed.

�Wha-? Why am I tied up?� the boy-hero wondered in confusion. Note- Harry is not at his best when first waking, any plans of world domination should be executed while he is too groggy to protest. Idly the blond wondered just how long it would take the other boy to realize that he wasn�t wearing any clothes. Harry snapped to awareness fairly quickly when he realized he couldn�t move his hands. Muscled shoulders began to strain, toned body arching, unconsciously struggling against the magical ropes holding him in place. A few second passed before the Gryffindor forced himself to still.

�Please don�t bother struggling. Even if they are meant for tying people up, the ropes will bruise if you yank on them like that.�

His reddened lips twisted into a bitter line as he noticed the blonde sitting at the table that was nearly hidden by the shadows. �Malfoy. Let me guess. You had your little friends knock me out and then tied me up so you could deliver me to Voldemort.�

He tugged at the ropes again, twisting his head to look at the knots. He didn�t notice Draco begin unbuttoning his shimmering gray shirt where he continued to sit.

�First point of correction: I drugged you, my friends had nothing to do with this. Second point of correction: I tied you up for my own reasons, I couldn�t care less about the Dark Lord.� Draco tutted in irritation, when the boy picked up thrashing against his bonds once again. �Don�t make me body bind you., Potter, I want you sensible for this conversation.�

The brunette stared at him flatly. �You drugged me and tied me up because you wanted to have a conversation? I know you have personality issues, but are you really that hard up for company?� he mocked.

The Slytherin regarded him thoughtfully for a second. It didn�t matter that the little lion was showing his claws, the blond decided. He still held the upper hand. Besides, it would be interesting to see how Harry reacted to a sudden shift in their usual pattern.

�Something like that,� Draco agreed carelessly. He stood up, allowing his shirt to slide from his shoulders and land on the chair. He stepped forward to gracefully kneel in the v of Harry�s thighs. Harry froze, a look of supreme disbelief flitting across his face. Draco spread his hands in the air before lowering them. A breath away from touching Harry�s skin, the blond stilled. �Malfoy? W-what are you doing?�

He slowly raised an elegantly shaped brow. �Making sure I have your undivided attention.�

Harry began to babble in his sudden nervousness, �That really isn�t necessary. I mean, you have my attention. Really I promise you have my attention.� How cute. But rather inconvenient at the moment.

�Potter, shut up.� The brunette closed his mouth with a sharp snap, an angry glare.

The silence stretched out. Without taking his eyes off of Harry he began to move his hands over the body beneath him, exploring the contours of his shape with his long, slender fingers. The dark boy tensed, trying to shift away from the not-quite-touching as Draco brushed his hands along the air above Harry�s thighs. Interesting. Draco passed his hand in the air above Harry�s hardening cock before slanting a knowing smile up at the bound brunette. His hands drifted away lazily, fingers spread to ghost over the sharp angles of his hips, across his ribs. Harry gasped out, a blush cresting over his cheekbones. His breath was shallow, the beginning of arousal warring with confusion and alarm on his face.

�It started this year with a letter, you see. I found it in my bag when I got back to my room one night. It was a fantasy that someone had written, and quite an erotic one at that.� His hands hovered over Harry�s chest, stroking and teasing air without ever quite touching. Draco smiled and shook his head slightly at the frustrated look he was offered. His little lion would be mindless with desire before Draco would even begin to touch him.

�And then I received another letter, and another. But the author never signed the letter. Do you know what those letters did to me Potter, how they made me feel?� Harry shook his dark head slightly, his eyes never leaving Draco�s face, captivated. Draco leaned forward tracing his lips along the line of Harry�s jaw, breath tickling the soft skin just there beneath his ear. �I felt hot and hard. I ached so much for what the letters were offering. And then quite suddenly, the letters stopped.�

Draco pulled back when Harry raised himself up, body arching, unconsciously reaching for contact that he wasn�t about to permit just yet. It was difficult to see the one he had been seeking for so many months bound helpless before him and not to take, but he was damned well determined that his slave would beg for the touch of his master. Harry would suffer as Draco had suffered.

�I was desperate. I couldn�t concentrate in class because every time I looked at a piece of parchment I imagined those words. I couldn�t look at other students without wondering if it was one of them who had offered himself to me. I couldn�t sleep at night without dreaming of heated flesh that belonged to me, of desperate begging because of me. I was going crazy, enthralled by a boy who�s face I couldn�t imagine. I ached so much, Potter.�

�I read each one over and over, hunting for clues, trying to find the person who had offered me their fantasies. Finally, finally I figured out who it was. I had been seeking the entire year.� Draco stilled, watching Harry�s face as the meaning of the words sank in.

Slowly awareness crept onto his face, and Harry regained enough of himself to join the conversation. �How did you figure it out?� The gasped words were accusing.

�Strange thing really.� Draco sat back on his heels, still comfortably settled between Harry�s spread legs. He ignored Potter�s strangled groan. �My mother has always been very encouraging of my learning things that weren�t typically on the list of school subjects, and she seems to have noticed the missing books I had borrowed from the Manor.�

�You couldn�t have just approached me directly rather than tormenting me for months, Potter?� Draco complained petulantly, interrupting himself to trail a finger along the underside of Harry�s still pulsing length. It was too much to resist touching him when they both wanted it so much. And the strangled moan that accompanied the gesture made his own throbbing cock twitch in response.

�I don�t know- I don�t know what you�re talking about.� Stubborn Gryffindor. He was a horrible liar.

Draco brushed his fingers along the sensitive skin of Harry�s inner thighs. The way Harry�s breath hitched at the little touches he was bestowing was quite pleasing he decided. His tongue flicked out to taste the soft crest of his hipbone. Draco could easily imagine amusing himself for hours with barely touching the other boy, simply driving him crazy with soft flicks and tiny licks. But there was an explanation owed. Reluctantly he pulled away from the tempting feast beneath him.

�When I came home for the Easter holidays she lent me some books from her personal collection. Among them was a very interesting book that had been passed down through her family. And the spell on the book would permit the knowledge to be passed on only to a Black� or the heir of a Black.�

Draco leaned forward once more. His hands braced him so that he leaned over the younger boy. His lips hovered above Harry�s and he stared down into dilated eyes glazed with lust. But beyond the arousal there was knowledge. No longer was the Gryffindor going to try to pretend that he didn�t know.

�You found the rest of the ritual in the twin book of the Black Family Grimoire. I didn�t even think of that when I sent you the knife,� his body writhing slightly took away from the sulky tone of his words.

�I found the dominant role of the ritual.� The Slytherin�s words dropped to a confiding whisper. �But over the course of my research I truly began to realize that what I was being offered was much more seductive, much more dangerous than a mere submission of flesh. For the first time in my life I felt as though I was wanted, needed even. Not for my money, my name, or for my connections. Just for me. Can you understand what that�s like?� The question was breath against parted red lips.

�Yesss,� Potter hissed out, frustrated desire.

Yes, he imagined that Potter would know quite a bit about being wanted for his status. How odd that after all this time, the one thing that they both needed most of all was the one thing that the two of them had to offer to each other. An understanding that went beyond words. Potter offered him the very thing that he needed. But not all that he wanted. He pulled the knife he had received at Valentine�s Day from the sheath on his belt, holding the blade between them.

�I can end this right now Potter. I can send you back to Gryffindor without another thought,� Draco began, relishing the sudden fear that appeared on his pet�s face. That wasn�t what the other boy wanted to hear at all. Truthfully he wasn�t sure that he could do what he had just threatened now that he knew what he could gain, but what Potter didn�t know would get him what he wanted that much quicker. �I will give you this one chance. Decide.�

�Right now? Malfoy, it�s too soon�� Draco�s eyes hardened and he cut off Potter�s protests with the opening words of the ritual.

�If you are willing to submit to me as faithfully as you submit to those you protect then my strength and control will be yours so long as you bear my mark.� His tongue flicked out against the blade, but he held himself from wincing against the sharp sting of the cut. �Will you Serve Me, My Lovely Slave?�

Taking a deep shuddering breath, Harry Potter visibly braced himself for what he was about to do. His words were slow and serious as he locked his eyes on Draco�s. His words matched Draco�s in cadence as befitted the solemnity of the occasion.

�If you are able to control the darkness of my magic as you control your own then you may consider my self and my magic yours to do with as you wish.� Without breaking eye contact he allowed his tongue to slip between his lips to lick the knife. The soft pink flesh parted against his edge of the blade, staining the gleaming silver crimson. �Will you Master Me, My Dragon Prince of Slytherins?�

�I will Master you, Harry Potter.�

�Then I will Serve you Draco Malfoy. �

The blade fell to the ground, forgotten as Draco threaded his hands through Harry�s wild hair, pulling his head up their lips touched in their first kiss. A glow stole through the room, lighting the circle of runes that was hidden in shadow. Their magic blending and wrapping around them both as they sealed the arrangement with name and blood.

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Again, my thanks to my reviewers. You guys are the only reason I even bothered finishing this because I had a hell of a hard time figuring out how to end it... in case you couldn't tell. I will do porn or I will do plot, and never shall the twain attempt to meet again. Bleh.
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