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Earning a Name	By : Talin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29942 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-prologue
- 2-1
- 3-2
- 4-3
- 5-4
- 6-5
- 7-6
- 8-7
- 9-8
- 10-9
- 11-10
- 12-11
- 13-12
- 14-13
- 15-14
- 16-15
- 17-16
- 18-17
- 19-18
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Harry Fucking
Potter.

Why oh why had it
had to of been the bloody Boy-Who-Obliterated-Voldemort??? And why had said killer changed so much in
so short a time? Then again, non of that was
important, now was it? The only thing that was
important was that the afore-mentioned person was now his Master� who had made it perfectly clear
he had no qualms with killing Draco on the spot. Bloody
perfect. It had been hours since he�d been dismissed up to the cot�
countless rules and �yes master�s, accented by prodding and embarrassing questions.
He was still shaking, even though he�d downed the blanket as soon as he reached
the cot. The questions weren�t half as bad as Potter�s incessant prodding and
the disheartening fact that Draco was stalkers through it all. Shaking, tired
and hungry...

The elf, Milly, popped in with a tray, making Draco rethink his
earlier feeling of hunger. The sight of food launched his stomach.

�I thought I was to eat in the kitchen.� he noted, �Master
said-�

�Master change mind.� Milly
stated, cutting him off, �Slave eat here.�

Great, even the elf was calling him a slave.

�You eat all. Master return, you sleep. Master say so.�

He highly doubted he could do either at this point and time,
but he knew he�d best do so by whenever his Master returned. The slap still
stung� and he was sure he�d be wishing for another the next time Potter chose
to punish him.

�When will he be back?� he chanced to ask, hoping to receive
some sort of timeframe.

�Back when back.� the elf shrugged.

Ah. Well, that solved that. The elf looked at him oddly
before popping out, presumably unsure if she should answer �the slave�s� questions. Bloody
fantastic.

It took him
incredibly long to eat the meal the elf had brought, mulling over his fate all
along. Still, he managed to keep down what he ate (a personal victory), and he did finish before his master came back. And
he would come here� seeing as the big
bed in the room was almost assuredly where Potter slept. Of course, nothing was
so blatant a testament to that as the huge emblem etched into the headboard,
mirroring the one that now marred his chest. Bloody thing wasn�t even a true
family insignia. It was Potter�s� created when he became the head of three
powerful houses. It would become his
family�s insignia as soon as he�d have an heir to pass it on to (an exclusive heir,
unlike Potter, or else said heir would have the choice of emblems to merge the
houses under or making his own, which is what Potter had done)� but for now it
was Harry Potter�s personal mark. All the more degrading!

He was
lying in bed, covered from toe to chin in the blanket. Partly, it was because
he could thus pretend to be asleep and circumvent any punishment Potter may
have in store for him. Mostly, however, it was because he was cold and naked,
and he honestly had little else to do but
try and get some shut eye�not that it was coming, mind you. He could still
feel Potter�s hands on him, touching what Draco wasn�t ready to have touched.
His Master�s hands, though he was by far not ready to truly accept him as such.
He�d roll over and play dead, yes, he knew how to survive after all, but he
couldn�t bring himself to accept the school-time rival as such. Not by a long
shot.

He heard
footsteps by the door, too frequent to belong to just one person, stepping
thickly and somewhat un-rhythmically.

�I still can�t believe you got Malfoy of all people to become your slave.� a somewhat slurred voice droned out, eerily familiar. �Can
I see �im?�

�I already said no, Blaise.�

Oh Merlin; Blaise! What the fuck
was Blaise doing here? Why him?

�C�mon Har� let me just have a
peek� you said he�s sleeping, right? I won�t touch, Slytherin�s honor.�

�Meaning you�d break your word as soon as you laid eyes on
him.� Potter translated with a humored tone, �are you here to watch him sleep
or did you come for a fuck?�

A fuck? Blaise
was fucking� no� being fucked by
POTTER??? What the hell! He was a SLYTHERIN for Merlin�s sake!

�Oh, I would hate to
be denied your wonderful body.� Blaise agreed, to Draco�s utter disgust, �But you will let me see him sometime, won�t you?� the pleading quality in
his voice was simply sickening. Would Potter fall of it, he wondered.

�Shut up and strip, or I�ll go and sleep, leaving you to
take care of things on your end yourself.�

�You wouldn�t!� Blaise insisted,
her tone incredulous.

�Do you really want to tes-mmmuhh�

That was
basically the last coherent sound Draco heard before something big was slammed
into a door a little ways outside the room he was in, followed by mild cursing
aimed at whomever was stupid enough to invent doors in the first place (Blaise) and a quick rustle of clothing before the sounds
turned into variegated moans and groans. Merlin, Draco did NOT want to hear his one-time friend and Master-apparent doing THAT�
especially together! He tried to stifle
the sounds by worming into his blanket as much as possible, pressing his pillow
over his head and trying desperately to fall asleep, but an exuberant �Ohhhh- THERE, Har! Right there!� and an answering grunt made sure
the blonde was wide awake. The blood
kept pooling in his nether regions as unwelcome images kept assaulting his mind�s
eye, spurred by the sounds coming through the second door he had not noticed
before, linking this room to the one they were� occupying� at present.

�Merlin Har!� forced Draco to
groan himself, his shaft now standing to attention at the nearby activities. Why couldn�t he have just gone to sleep?
WHY!

After what seemed like an eternity
the sounds stopped, an eerie silence following two loud outbursts Draco assumed
to be their climaxes. His own member was impossibly hard and he had to assume a
fetal position to alleviate some of the pressure� he dared not touch himself in
the silence, he didn�t know what would
happen if they heard him.

�Ugh.� he heard just as the pressure was beginning to slide
towards a �bearable� level,
�aren�t you ever gonna stay?�

�Go to sleep Blaise. I have my own
bed right on the other side of this door.�

�Ever heard of after-sex cuddling?�

�Do we have to go over this every time, Blaise? I swear, one day I�ll
decide it�s too annoying to have my high blown down like you always do and move
on.� Potter sounded quite put out as he said it, Draco noted; tired, too.

�Yeah, specially now that you got a
nice littler pucker at your beck n� call.� Blaise
noted, half-joking, and with a start Draco realize just who he had meant. To his horror, Potter didn�t answer, and Draco
could hear the door near his cot open.

Draco
stayed perfectly still, face thankfully facing the nearby wall, just listening
to the footsteps move in the room. Sleep. Sleep good.
Go. To. Sleep. NOW. Sleep. Slee-

A hand brushed through his hair, combing his slightly-
tangled locks. Shit. Holy fucking Crap. Potter� Potter
was gonna know� gonna see
his� gonna do� do that
to him� he was�

�Soon. You�ll learn.� Potter�s
voice promised quietly, making Draco tense even more. Shit! He hadn�t said that
out loud; right? RIGHT? No� no no no�
had to be imagination. Potter did not hear
him, nor could he read his mind. Potter�

Potter was gone. Sometime during his panic, the hand in his
hair had left, and now all he could hear was the slight shift in the covers as
Potter tried to find a comfortable position.

Safe. He was safe for now. Safe till morning. Merlin, may it not come too soon.

He didn�t know how long he listened to his racing heart
before sleep finally took him.
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