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Perpetuam Fames Me	By : Nevermore11 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8054 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does. I make make no money on the fiction.

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Oh my goodness, guys! Over three thousand hits for my first two chapters? I can’t believe it! I’m so happy. I apologize it’s taken a bit longer to get the third chapter out, but I hope you enjoy it. Once again, thanks so much to my beta Triforce, who did a wonderful job with editing. Also, so my good friend H, who helped me come up with the rather appropriate name for the newest chapter. I hope you all enjoy!

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“That was bloody brilliant!” Ron crowed in sheer delight as the Gryffindor boys made their way up to the Common Room. Dinner had become a much lighter affair after the prank, and it had taken sixteen wonderful minutes for the professors to capture the bouncing, singing toy. Harry had been delighted seeing Malfoy’s face on the ferret. By the time they had managed to silence it, the off-key singing had reached operatic octaves.

“Of course it was brilliant,” Harry answered, smiling as they reached the Fat Lady’s portrait. He gave the password and the boys climbed inside. “The Weasley twins never let us down!”

Fred and George bowed with great pleasure as the Common Room erupted into cheers and applause. They shared a subtle wink with Harry. Much as Fred and George loved to bask in the limelight it had taken some time before they agreed to keep Harry’s part in the planning a secret. Harry was grateful for their discretion. Much as he had enjoyed seeing his work come to life through their capable hands, he didn’t want everyone in school to find out it was him.

“Please, please,” George stated, waving his hand lightly as though to quiet the cheers. “It was all in a day’s work.”

“Yes, quite,” Fred agreed with a lazy expression as he plopped down on a couch close to the fireplace. “It was too simple, really.” He pouted up at his brother.

“We should have added fireworks.”

“Or dancing snakes.”

“Or a singing Snape toy!”

Fred and George paused before grinning at each other.

“A singing Snape toy!” they chorused simultaneously. With that the twins hurriedly excused themselves and scurried up to their room, leaving the Common Room roaring with laughter at the mere idea.

Harry leaned against the wall, smiling to himself. He hadn’t felt this good in a long time. There were only a few moments of real joy in his life right now. Ever since the summer his mood had gotten worse. There always seemed to be a presence in the back of his head, a lingering shadow that could envelop his happiness at the drop of a hat and suffocate it completely.

He frowned a bit to himself, glancing around at all the smiling faces. All of this was because of the Weasley twins and their creative genius with pranks. It was nice to see everyone so carefree, at least for a little while.

The Boy-Who-Lived suddenly felt a quiet company close to him, and he turned his head curiously to see a shy Neville Longbottom standing just a few feet away from him. Harry blinked with some surprise. They hadn’t really exchanged a lot of words so far this year, but he smiled at the teen all the same, pleased when he saw Neville relax his shoulders a bit.

“You look happy for a change,” Neville commented softly. He could only smile as Harry stared blankly back at him.

“You deserve it,” he continued, glancing down at his feet for a brief moment. Harry managed to compose himself before he smiled gently.

“Thanks, Neville.” Harry wasn’t sure what else to say. He hadn’t thought for a second that someone could have noticed how he felt. He watched in wonder as the quiet boy simply nodded his head and started to walk away. Just the brief conversation made his heart feel lighter. It seemed he had more friends than he thought.

Harry slipped his hands into robes as he walked over to Ron and Hermione, and they smiled up at him brightly in greeting.

“Hello, Harry,” Hermione welcomed, patting a hand welcomingly on the couch cushion beside her. He took a seat next to his friend, unsurprised to see a book in her hands.

“Come on, Hermione, please?” Ron begged, clasping his hands together in front of his chest as he did his best to adopt a cute, helpless expression. Harry raised his eyebrows at Hermione. The witch simply huffed and rolled her eyes a bit before turning her attention back to her book.

“Certainly not, Ronald. I have my own homework to do, you know. I can’t keep helping you with yours. Honestly.”

Ron looked crushed and he sighed.

“Bollocks.”

Hermione gave him a sharp glare, but her features softened when she saw the disappointed expression on his face. She seemed to cave in a matter of seconds.

“Fine! I’ll help. But only with the introduction. You have to do everything else on your own.” Ron’s crestfallen expression changed immediately to one of joy and relief.

“Bless you, Hermione, really!” He jumped to his feet, dashing up to his room to get his work. Hermione stared after him with an interesting expression on her face before she blushed delicately and cleared her throat.

“Every time,” Harry teased, laughing as she smacked his arm.

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When Harry woke the next morning his good mood was still with him. It was early, but he felt wide-awake. He had the sudden urge to go down to the dungeons, and without even bothering to change out of his pajamas, he climbed out of bed and left the dormitory, heading down through the deserted Common Room, and out to the staircase. The stone floor underneath his bare feet was freezing, but Harry didn’t pay much attention as he continued walking down the several flights of stairs.

The closer he got to the dungeons, the more excited he became, although he wasn’t sure why. The dungeons had never been a source of entertainment for him. In fact he outright hated them.

But he continued to walk—the expression on his face outwardly peaceful as he moved down into the dungeons, and closer to the Slytherin Common Room.

Turn left.

Harry felt his body turn left of its own accord, and his eyes widened with alarm as he started walking down an unfamiliar hallway. His feet padded quietly across the freezing floor, and the closer he got to the end of the hallway, the more worried he became.

Harry struggled against the impulse that was forcing him to keep walking but his body wouldn’t obey him. This had to be Malfoy’s doing. He reached the end of the hallway, which was a dead-end, and he braced for impact as his body walked right into the wall, causing him to scratch his nose against the rough stone.

“Turns around, Harry,” a voice behind him cooed. Harry felt himself responding to the spell, and he turned around with a dulled feeling of dread as a sneering Draco Malfoy stood in front of him, holding an open book.

“I have been looking up more information on my little spell, Harry,” Malfoy snarled out, watching with immense satisfaction as Harry seemed to twitch and moan. “It says here that the more I use it against you, the more willing you’ll become.” He smiled wickedly. “I think that’s very interesting, don’t you?”

Harry tried his best to glare at the teenager in front of him, but he body was thrumming with barely-contained desire. It was making it that much more difficult for him to think properly. Was it really so bad when he felt this good? But despite the pleasurable feelings, there was a deeper urge underneath that was craving more.

It was craving release. Craving Malfoy.

“St-Sto—“

Harry’s pathetic attempt at refusal was cut off as Malfoy pressed a delicate finger against his lips. Harry closed his eyes in relish, feeling a very faint tremor of horror as his lips pursed in order to press a kiss to the finger. Malfoy actually laughed, pulling his hand back in order to slap Harry across the face. Harry’s head snapped to the side, and he swayed a bit, feeling his senses do an interesting somersault in his head, causing the world around him to briefly shift upside-down and around before coming back into tentative focus.

“You really thought you could make a fool out of me, Potter?” Malfoy snarled, his fingers twitching as though they longed to hit Harry again. Harry could only moan, the arousal sliding through his body keeping him hard. Even when he had been slapped, the pain hadn’t deterred his erection at all.

“I know you had something to do with that little…stunt in the Great Hall last night.” Harry stared at him dazedly, and whimpered as Draco suddenly closed the distance between them, glaring into his eyes with such intense hatred it stole Harry’s breath away.

“I won’t forget that for a long time, Harry.”

With that Harry’s world dissolved into nothing but pleasure and need. He collapsed to his knees with a loud cry, arching his back against the overwhelming desire pumping through his body, making his blood seem to boil within his veins. He released a sob of frustrated pleasure.

“Please!” he gasped, watching Malfoy standing above him impassively. He needed to feel the Slytherin against him, inside him. Anything to stave off this unbearable heat.

Malfoy merely smirked and shut the book.

“No.”

With that he turned and walked away, leaving Harry writhing helplessly on the floor.

Harry wasn’t sure how long he stayed on the floor. It felt like hours. Sweat decorated his body as he shifted and arched, trying anything to curb the heat. His body felt betrayed. Why had Draco walked away from him? Didn’t he look pleasing enough? He cried out, tears falling down his face. He had tried everything he could think of in order to compose himself. But even attempting to jerk off had only made things worse. He hadn’t been able to achieve orgasm, and his touches had only worked his body deeper into the mindless frenzy.

Now his strength had abandoned him entirely, and he sobbed desperately for Draco as he lay still on the floor, his chest heaving. His fingers had raked continuously along the floor, leaving his fingertips scratched and bloody. He had tried to crawl down the hallway to go after Draco, but his body lacked the strength to move.

Dimly he heard footsteps approaching him, and he turned his head sluggishly, hoping against hope Draco had returned to him. Only Draco could make him feel better. Draco had finally come back to take care of him!

“Mr. Potter, what are you doing here?”

Harry sobbed as he recognized Snape’s voice. He curled up weakly, flinching back as the man reached down to touch him.

“No…D-Draco…” he breathed, his breath catching painfully in his lungs as Snape’s fingers brushed against his shoulder. There was no spark of arousal at the touch. The need for Draco screamed and seared through his body, and Harry vaguely heard an anguished scream echo through the hallway.

Had that been him?

He whimpered as he felt something press against his forehead, and he closed his eyes, no longer possessing the strength to keep them open.

“Sleep, Potter.”

Harry was carried off into oblivion, finally getting relief from his suffering as his senses floated into nothingness.

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Later that afternoon Draco found himself knocking on the door to his godfather’s office. He was itching to get this meeting over with so he could go back to torturing Potter. He had been tossed snide remarks all afternoon on the bloody prank, and it was only mounting his hatred for the Boy-Who-Lived.

“Enter.”

Hearing the muffled command, Draco stepped inside, looking around the dark room for Severus.

“You wished to see me, Sir?”

Severus looked at him coolly.

“Indeed. I found something rather interesting in the dungeon this morning.”

Draco felt his stomach start to slide down to his knees, but he arched an eyebrow, feigning curiosity.

“Oh? What might that be?”

Severus stepped to the side, revealing a still Harry Potter on his couch. Draco’s dread was confirmed, but he desperately clung to his bravado.

“What, did Scar-Head fall and skin his knees?”

Severus actually seemed to snarl in his direction, and Draco took a step back in surprise.

“In the years I have known you, Draco; you have done some incredibly foolish things. What you have done to Potter, however, tops them all.”

“I haven’t done anything!” Draco stated, but his jaw snapped shut painfully as Severus raised a hand sharply, effectively silencing his protests.

“You do not have my permission to speak,” Severus sneered. He pointed a long, slender finger at the prone body of Harry.

“You will fix this. Now.”

Draco released a put-upon sigh, but nodded his head.

“Fine.”

Severus waved his wand, releasing the sleeping spell on Harry, and both Slytherins watched as his face immediately flushed with arousal, and his back arched gracefully off the couch cushions as he cried out, the desire coming back full force.

“Harry, Harry, Harry.”

Severus watched closely as the boy slumped back down onto the couch, breathing heavily as he was released from Draco’s control. Potter’s eyes flickered open, and as soon as they landed on Draco, he staggered to his feet, glaring heatedly.

“You arse!” He snarled, trying to launch himself at Draco. Severus remained between them, forcing Harry back to the couch.

“Sit down, Potter. And do be quiet. There is no need for violent reactions. I am quite certain Mr. Malfoy will explain everything in time.”

Draco frowned at his godfather.

“I really don’t think—“

Severus interrupted him.

“That has been made quite clear to me. Now you will tell me what spell you have used on Mr. Potter, Draco. And you will tell me now.”

Draco glanced over at the seething Potter before he sighed.

“Perpetuam Fames Me.” Draco flinched back at the almost murderous expression that crossed his godfather’s face.

“And tell me, Draco, where you could have possibly discovered that spell?” Draco raised his chin defiantly.

“Father’s library. The spell is harmless! I have nothing to explain to you or to Potter!”

Harry surged back to his feet again, curling his hands into fists.

“The bloody hell you do! You’ve turned me into some plaything!”

Malfoy glared at him, his aristocratic features twisting into an unattractive expression.

“Which is more than what you deserve to be, Potter!”

The two boys lunged at each other, but were both flown back to opposite sides of the room. Severus calmly re-sheathed his wand, ignoring a struggling Draco for now. Both boys had been pinned to walls by Sticking Charms, and the Potion’s master was unconcerned.

“Potter, listen carefully. The spell Mr. Malfoy has used on you is very dark. Do you know what the spell translates to?” He didn’t even bother to wait for Harry’s answer. “Of course you don’t. It ultimately means, ‘Lasting hunger for me.’” Potter’s features drained of blood, and Severus briefly considered the idea that the boy would pass out. He seemed to understand the implication well enough, then.

“Well, fix it!” Harry snapped out, feeling sickened by the thought. Severus looked at him with little expression.

“Had I the ability or knowledge to, I assure you I would. However,” he paused for a long moment, as though savoring the tense silence, “I cannot.”

“Then what good are you?” Potter snapped, struggling vainly to get himself away from the wall so he could actually pummel Malfoy into the dirt. “Malfoy’s just going to keep using me like a…a…”

Severus looked at Malfoy sharply.

“You have copulated with him?” Draco flushed, but glared down at the floor.

“What business would it be to you if I have?”

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Idiot boy. You have been playing with spells you are too young to understand.”

He looked at Potter.

“Mr. Potter, I regret to inform you that the spell is virtually impossible to remove. As of now, you have been…bonded in a way to Mr. Malfoy.”

Harry stilled, feeling as though his heart had stopped beating entirely.

“What…What does that mean?” he croaked out.

Severus looked at him, although there was some unreadable emotion hidden within those dark eyes.

“It means that Mr. Malfoy has control over you. Completely.”

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