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The Curse	By : Samaelthekind Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2828 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Curse
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
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The Curse (Part 3 of 7) by Samayel

Hermione looked more than a little aghast at the notion of Potter strung out on heroin, but busied herself pouring more tea and tried to look vaguely disinterested. "So Harry's a junkie? You say 'Or so you thought?' I take it there was more to it than just a need for drugs?"

Draco accepted the next cup of tea and withdrew from his pocket a flask he'd brought for the occasion. The parts he had to tell next would get...uncomfortable. Not as much for Granger as for himself, but it seemed impolite not to offer a dram. "I need my upper lip stiffened...would you like a splash? It's good brandy, I promise."

"No, not for me. Not much for drink...I had done with the stuff a few years ago. I need a clear head to do my work. So get on with this, then...Harry's got a serious habit, and it isn't just from boredom or the need to dull a rotten life?"

"Exactly...it was actually the second clue that led me to the curse, but I missed it because it all seemed so commonplace at the time. I mean, really, junkie and pain addict kind of go hand in hand, I've seen it before, but I confess I was a little disgusted that he'd fallen so low. Potter drank like a fish, lived on enough food to keep a bird alive, smoked at least two packs of Silk Cut a day, and only went back to his hiding place, hovel that it was, to catch the occasional nap or resupply. The rest of the time he was shacked up at one trick's house or another, cadging drinks in bars, turning tricks for a bit of cash, or making a deal for a little more dope. Not a friend or a trusted ally in sight. He never seemed to associate with anyone longer than he had to, and he certainly showed no signs of liking any of the people he dealt with from day to day.

Obviously, being good at wandless magic is probably all that's kept him alive. Anyone else who lived like he did and pursued as many unsafe sexual encounters would have been diseased to a fare thee well by now, but if he'd caught anything he almost certainly cured it before it took root. Believe me, Granger...I do check for things like that before I take a a new 'toy'.

Likewise the heroin and the other drugs he gulped like candy...anyone without the constitution of a horse should have dropped dead of it all, but I saw him taking pills, smoking marijuana, sniffing powders and shooting up...non-stop...for days in a row, only to show up at my place ready for a shag, twitchy as usual, and content to be shoved off as soon as I was done.

I arranged for a few mischances to fall upon his other regulars. A couple of jailings, some visits to relatives, an inexplicable free vacation, what have you. Just a few magical interferences and some money to push things along and the deeds were done without anyone the wiser or any great harm. By the end of the month I had him mostly to myself, which is what I wanted. I don't like to share. Secondhand goods don't appeal to me, and Potter certainly started smelling better after getting showers on a regular basis.

That...that's when things got...strange. Or stranger. I suppose all of this is odd enough looked at from your point of view, Granger. I hadn't realized anything was going on...but I think...I think I was approaching something like contentment. When you're around someone that much, every night, for hours at the least, and you get used to them being there...you get...comfortable. You talk. A little small talk here or there, a few words that aren't strictly about business or sexual demands.

It started small. I'd say something decent, he'd smart off at the mouth almost immediately and snarl a few insults, I'd get annoyed and slap him around to remind him of his place...and he'd be back to normal. Then it just happened. I remember it clearly. He was lying on the bed, we were both exhausted after the fact. It was the second month he'd been around. He has beautiful skin, you know? It isn't all that weird to think of looking on someone attractive and appreciating it. Even for me."

Draco realized that he was rambling and staring into the teacup. He could feel Hermione's eyes on him, glowering and waiting for him to continue. He took a long pull from the brandy.

"I only touched him. I mean...I'd touched him a lot, over the past few weeks before that night, but not like that. I'd never even wanted to...to touch someone that way. It was so very strange, so alien to me. I just acted on impulse. Some part of me...woke up. I meant to touch him...in a way that was...kind. Sort of a compliment...just to say that what we'd done just before had pleased me. It was a good fuck. I enjoyed it...and I enjoyed it largely because it was him with his fine little ass in the air able to take everything I could give until I was sated. I...appreciated it.

I couldn't have imagined that he'd snap bolt upright and hit me! I mean, I never saw it coming, and it caught me completely off my guard. It was like he'd gone insane, and he looked like he was ready to kill. I don't show much affection of any kind to anyone, and I wasn't in any mood to be shown any kind of ingratitude, much less a punch to the face. He's small, and wiry, but he is strong under that wretched looking, waifish surface.

I beat him senseless and left him on the floor. He hadn't fought back at all except for that one punch. As soon as I was enraged and hurting him, he was back to normal, or normal for him, limp and boneless and taking whatever was dished out. I stormed off and left the flat, and when I came back he was gone. He stayed gone for three days, came back stinking of booze and smoke and cheap, greasy food, and I was glad to see him, even if he was surly, indignant and obnoxious as hell.

It was three days of suddenly realizing that something you want is out of your grasp. Three days of restless sleep and constantly wondering if he'd show back up. I...I...Granger...I NEEDED him. I went through a lot of effort to make him mine, my plaything, my comfort, my pleasure...and I've never put that kind of effort forth for anything. I prized him above any wealth I've ever possessed, any thing or person I've ever known.

That wasn't the only time it happened, but that was the most obvious. I'm telling you...I tried not to show any interest in him or respect toward him whatsoever, but I believe he could actually SENSE it when I was thinking of him charitably. He'd get cross whenever I so much as looked at him with a kindly thought in my head, and I'd wipe the sneer off of his face with a little more chastisement whenever he shot his mouth off, but I couldn't get enough of him.

It took moving heaven and earth to do it, but I cajoled him into taking up staying at my place. I had to convince him that his only value to me was that he was a comfortable fucktoy and that I liked the idea of keeping him handy and out of trouble to prevent inconvenient absences, but it was a lie. I may tell them well, but I was lying because I didn't want him gone. A whisper of anything nearer the truth and I'd never have gotten him back in the door."

Hermione looked at Draco when he lifted his head, stared him right in the eyes, and whispered hoarsely, "You're in love with him. You don't don't even know how to say it, abominable prick that you are, but you've fallen in love with him."

Draco snarled in irritation, "Gloating is uglier than usual on a Gryffindor, so get it out of your system, witch! The situation is complicated enough without you tangling it up with prose. Whatever you want to call it, he's mine because I wanted him, and I've done whatever was necessary to keep him mine, which is more than I can say for the rest of you. There's still more of this to tell before you really understand what has to be done, do you think you can handle the rest? "

Hermione nodded quietly and ignored the outburst, then leaned back and poured another cup.

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