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Summary: Harry Potter is a poor young man at wits� end. Draco
Malfoy is a spoiled, violent noble who needs a tutor. A fit of magical temper
brings Harry into Draco�s world, and the young wizard is reluctant to let this
apparently ordinary boy go. Is it really up to Draco, though?

Warnings: Foul language, graphic male/male sex, and violence.
Also, possibly non-consent. We�ll see.

In this chapter: A treat for all those who�ve been waiting�sort of. And Draco learns a
valuable lesson. Kind of. (~.^)

Author�s Note:
Hey guys! I�ve said it all before, but I�ll say it again for those of you who
haven�t been getting my notices. My computer crashed some time back, taking
down with it all the updates for this story, the other story I was going to
post, and a whole lot more. It�s taken me forever to put things back together,
and I�m not altogether happy with the results. Still, I hope you�re all still
with me and this chapter makes the wait worth it. I promise the next update
won�t take so long. And I have treats in store, too, so please don�t be mad!

Chapter 4

Punishment

           How
it ached.


Draco buried his face into his pillow, clenching his jaw in attempt to hold
back the sobs. He was almost suffocating but he didn�t care. He almost wanted
it to happen if it would only put an end to the unbearable pain twisting in his
chest.


Stupid, stupid Harry Potter.


He pounded his fists into the pillow, raising his head and gasping for air in
what came out to be a choked sob. His head was spinning, adding to the horrid
feeling in his chest. And underneath it all he felt his magic welling up with
the violence of his emotions, all but begging to be set loose.


On Harry Potter and his little whore.


The flower vase by his bed shattered.


No.


He pulled himself into a sitting position, tucking his knees in and lowering
his head, trying to calm down. The tears kept flowing and the ache kept
intensifying but it was paramount to pay attention to his magic. He had never
once felt this much pain, this much anger, but equally powerful was the strange
desire to master those feelings.


Why?


He bit his lip hard as he tried to fight the wrenching sobs, releasing it only
when he tasted blood.


Just give in. It�s pointless to fight this. And they�ll be getting what they
deserve. Besides, Father will restrain you if you get carried away.

�� But the factoring his father into
the picture held no appeal, either. He recalled what Harry had called him, all
those weeks ago�a spoiled brat that only depended on his father�s title, his
father�s power. As furious as he was with Harry, he couldn�t seem to disregard
that insult, nor could he make himself feel nothing over the way Harry had
looked at him then. The insult rankled, and it was all the more important for
him to make it hold no water now that he was angry with Harry.

�� He tried taking slow breaths, as his
mother frequently advised him to do when he was especially angry. He missed her
terribly, as she�d gone home to France shortly after Harry Potter had come
along. Perhaps that was why he�d become so attached to his tutor, as his father
was also often too busy to deal with him.

�� Why was he so angry?

�� Harry lied to me. He keeps
pushing me aside. He won�t make time for me even though I�m his responsibility,
and all for some tittering twit who can�t keep her legs together. He wouldn�t
even be here if it weren�t for me,
and all he can think about is spending time with the likes of her. How could
he?

�� But Harry was an excellent tutor,
and was also very patient otherwise. He simply insisted on having one week a
day off, and what was wrong with that, really?

�� It�s wrong if he doesn�t spend it
with me.

�� And that was the heart of it,
really. He didn�t care what Harry did, as long as Harry did it with him. Harry
was always so accommodating, so patient, that it was truly a wonder that he
wouldn�t give in to Draco all because of some stupid girl.

�� Who was she? He focused hard on the
image of the girl, her face pale, eyes wide with fright. She had good reason to
be afraid. But who was more at fault? Her? Or the insensitive tutor who favored
her over his devoted student? It occurred to him that he shouldn�t care, that
both were equally worthy of scorn and punishment, but for once the details
seemed important.

�� Unnoticed by him, his explosive
anger was crystallizing into a hard, fiery core that some would say was more
worrisome than impulsive temper. He needed a plan, a way of punishing them that
fit their actions. If he gave way to his magic, his father would simply cage
him up, patch the two offenders up, and send them each on their separate ways
with their memories wiped clean and a hefty sum as recompense. That
would not do.

�� He lay back onto the bed, thinking
hard, his breathing even and his eyes dry. His jaw was clenched and his body
was still as tense as a tightly-pulled string, but his magic was firmly in
check, though he wasn�t fully aware of it.

�� He
wouldn�t use his magic. Not on a filthy Muggle. That was for certain.


But it didn�t mean he had to stand the man. Or his wench.

�� They
would be dealt with.


He fell into an exhausted sleep, unaware of the tall shadow by his bed.


The man stepped closer, the moonlight shining through the torn drapes dancing
on his silvery hair. Stroking a thumb over a damp cheek, he leaned down to
press a gentle kiss on his son�s furrowed brow.


�Well done, child,� Lucius whispered, the pride in his voice lost on the
slumbering boy. His lips tipped up in a smile. �There are far better ways to
make Harry miserable.�

*�� *�� *

�� When
Draco awoke the next morning, his head was throbbing and his throat was dry. His
body felt like lead, and his lip was still bruised from biting it the night
before. Nevertheless, he rose with a grim sense of purpose and dressed quickly.
He didn�t feel inclined to indulge in his usual behavior of making incompetent
servants miserable. The recipient of all his rage was not technically a
servant, and Draco was storing up all his anger for that person. So he ate his
breakfast without even looking at the astonished House Elf, who had clearly
been expecting some sort of grief from him, and he allowed himself to be
groomed by a mystified valet. As a rule, Draco liked to be waited on but
disliked the idea of anyone touching him, as valets sometimes had to do. But he
was too caught up in his scheming to do anything else efficiently, hence it was
necessary to rely on his servants.

�� He
checked the time, seeing there was at least a quarter of an hour left before
his lessons with Harry began. He deliberated showing up, launching straight
into a confrontation, then remembered that he didn�t want the swift resolution
that usually brought. He wanted to make Harry Potter suffer, and thinking up a
way to do so would require time, patience. His father always said that revenge
was best served cold, and Draco was inclined to agree at the moment.

�� So
he couldn�t afford to see Harry now. His emotions were still raw, despite the
fact that he�d regained his composure during the night. He needed time to come
up with a plan, to work on controlling his furious impulses so that when he did
face Harry Potter he�d be able to actually look at the man and do what needed
to be done instead of throwing everything to the wind and going with his gut.

�� Staying
in his room was not an option, and other rooms in the manor were also easy
locations for Harry to search. He was friends with the servants, after
all�Draco couldn�t help but sneer�and they�d undoubtedly point Harry straight
in his direction. A strange feeling suffused his chest at the thought of Harry
looking for him, seeking him out. He was sure that Harry would do so, but he
quashed the feeling and told himself that he would only do it because he needed
to be on good terms with Draco for his employment�s sake. Perhaps a month ago,
when he hadn�t yet had much of a taste of life at the manor, he could have
walked away from what Draco�s father had offered. But Draco knew it would be
enormously difficult for Harry to have to give up life at the manor now, now
that he�d experienced most of its comforts and taken some of the opportunities
it offered.

�� They�re all the same, he told himself,
ignoring the pain that the thought brought. Pain helped solidify anger. They�re all grasping, reaching peasants who
only like you because of what you can give them.

�� It
was best to go out onto the grounds. The weather was pleasant, a blatant insult
to his current state, but it would make his plans for going out easier. A hard
ride suited his mood. He knew that the grooms had recently broken in a new
stallion and he was eager to ride it.

�� He
didn�t see who he passed as he moved out of the house, ignoring the scampering
maids and the footmen who pressed themselves against the walls as he made his
way through. When the stables came into sight he waved away the grooms, barking
at them sharply in dismissal. He didn�t want to see anyone for very long, and
the grooms had wisely made their way back to the house once the stallion had
been made ready.

�� Draco
was so focused on the horse, on his own black thoughts, that it was only when
he was about to swing himself up on the stallion and prepare to charge out that
he realized he wasn�t alone.


Standing at the entrance to the stables was his tutor. Draco didn�t know how
long the young man had been watching him and he turned his face away to hide
the surprise and the rush of emotions he felt when he laid eyes on the man. It
was as though everything he had spent the entire night and morning gaining
control over was slipping out of his grasp once more.


�I thought you wouldn�t be in the mood for books this morning,� Harry commented
mildly, his easygoing tone raking at Draco�s already strained nerves.


Draco mounted his horse, the need to flee bearing down on him with renewed
force. He had considered himself already a little prepared to face the bastard
who�d hurt him, but the reality of the experience was too overwhelming. He felt
the unbearable prickle in his eyes as his chest began to constrict once more
and he took a deep breath, preparing to charge out of there.


�Draco, please,� Harry said quietly, stepping towards the boy, correctly
interpreting his student�s body language. �I don�t understand why you�re so
angry with me. If we could just talk about it��


�I have nothing to say to you,� Draco snapped. Reining himself in with visible
effort, he straightened proudly on his horse. �Now, get out of my way or be
trampled by my horse.�


Harry�s eyes narrowed but he moved out of Draco�s way.


And darted forward, his hands catching the boy around the waist and dragging
him off the horse. The stallion was clearly startled by the sudden movement,
pulling away and actually aiding Harry in dismounting the swearing, struggling
noble.


�You�!�

�� We
need to talk,� Harry cut in loudly over Draco�s voice. �Stop struggling!�

�� Let
go of me!� Draco retorted furiously. �How dare you manhandle me!�

�� I
wouldn�t if it weren�t important.� Harry tried to be reasonable and
understanding of the blonde�s feelings, even though it was costing him quite a
number of bruises. �I�ll let you go if you promise not to run.�

�� As
though I would ever promise you anything after what you�ve done! Let go!�

�� Draco�s
breathing was heavy, his heart pounding with anger and distress. Harry was too
close, too strong, and he felt his control slipping with every moment spent
within the older boy�s proximity. His hands were large, nearly spanning the
breadth of Draco�s trim waist, and he was holding Draco in place with
infuriating ease. When Draco�s struggling increased, all he did was lock an arm
around Draco�s waist while he freed a hand in order to clutch at one of Draco�s
fists.

�� Please,
just calm down.� Harry ignored the fist that was pounding against Harry�s right
arm, the one locked around Draco�s waist. That was his left fist, and Draco was
really stronger on his right. Even so, he felt his muscles protesting and he
felt his determination to be patient slipping. �Draco, we really need to talk.�

�� Don�t
you call me by my first name, you filthy peasant!� His name on Harry�s lips
made him tremble, and he felt vulnerable enough as things were. It made him
lash out fiercer than was wise, his plan to be cold, calm, and collected
falling by the wayside as his temper raged through. �I have nothing to say to
you! If I did, I�d have shown up for our lessons! Now, let�me�go!� This he punctuated by several attempts to bring his
knees up and break Harry�s hold, but all that managed was to knock their knees
together. If this hurt Harry at all, he didn�t show it, and that sent Draco�s
temper flying up another notch.

�� Harry
took the barb, grimly keeping his hold despite the increase in force from his
student. He truly had no other viable options. He�d simply have to hang on
until his student�exhausted from his tantrums�would consent to talk, or at
least listen. He�d thought that the night would have given Draco plenty of time
to vent, to be ready to talk reasonably, but that had proven to be costly
wishful thinking. He knew it was important to let Draco cool his blood, but now
that he was here he couldn�t simply leave and come back later. Something told
him that the gesture would only make things worse. Left alone too long,
whatever feelings Draco had now would harden and he would have to chip away at
them tediously over an unforeseeable length of time. He believed in striking
while the iron was hot, in resolving their conflict before it could blow up
into something bigger. The night had been enough respite�they had to settle
things now. Besides, Harry couldn�t
stay away even if he had to. It had been excruciating to force himself to wait
until morning to talk to his student instead of rushing out after him as he�d
wanted to do. He�d spent the night going over their interaction, where it had
turned sour.

�� Their
emotions had already been spiking dangerously that night. He recalled their
closeness when they�d fought over his letter, how they�d both reacted. The
awkwardness had been palpable, and followed by Lavender�s untimely entrance, he
could understand how Draco could veer towards anger as a response. It was the
emotion he fell back upon whenever he didn�t know how to feel, how to act.

�� But
what he�d said�

�� Is she
why you won�t spend time with me?!�

�� He�d
been awfully needy lately. Harry had found it a preferable state to being hated
or treated like a nuisance, which was why he�d dealt readily with it. But he
hadn�t taken that neediness seriously�had been too terrified to do so,
considering what he felt inside whenever he was around his student. That matter he didn�t even want to think
about. His insides were coiled, sniping snakes, twisting around his chest,
tightening around his gut whenever even the thought of Draco entered his mind.
He�d relied on his weekly day off in order to re-center himself, to think about
other things, to do other things that didn�t involve the young blonde. But
Draco had been squeezing himself into those, too, and it was becoming
increasingly difficult to remain on the right track with his insistent presence
about.

�� If
you�re angry because I can�t spend time with you when you want me to,� he
began, trying to form a coherent thought over Draco�s swearing and struggling,
�I�m truly sorry. But we all need time to ourselves, and I try to make up for
that time away, don�t I?�

�� I
need time for myself now,� Draco
ground out, hearing only what he wanted to hear, rejecting Harry�s apology. It
was too late to apologize. He was going to punish them, and no soft words of
supplication were going to change that.

�� You
can have plenty of it after we�ve settled this,� Harry persisted evenly. �I
know that you may not accept what I have to say, but you can have all the time
to consider them later. You�ll just have to hear them now.�

�� How
dare you tell me what to do!�

�� Harry
resisted the urge to bang his head against a wall. �I wasn�t telling you what
to do, I was trying to convince you that my way is better. If I let you storm
off now, Draco, you�ll come back with all sorts of strong opinions based on
faulty premises.�

�� What?! Are you calling me an idiot?! My
premises are never faulty! I have every right to be angry with you, you��

�� I
see I�m already too late to stop that from happening,� Harry sighed, shaking
his head. �Now if this is about the maid who was in my room last night, you
have to understand that Lavender was helping me��


�Lavender, Lavender, Lavender!� Draco yelled, shoving hard against
Harry�s chest. He�d managed to free his hand from Harry�s grip, which had
slackened in distraction as they�d been speaking, and his anger summed up
enough force to break his tutor�s hold. �I don�t care what you and that bitch do!�


Harry�s eyes widened at the profanity and the force with which it was declared.


�Don�t you dare,� he warned furiously, forgetting that he had to be the calm
one in that situation, forgetting who he was dealing with, �call her that! You
don�t even know her!�


Draco sneered, equal anger making him goad Harry on. �Oh, but clearly
you do! Look at how you defend her! She�s a stupid, lowly slut, and you�re
no different, you�!�


Smack.


The blow against his cheek made him stagger. Draco had never been hit
before�not by his father, not by his mother, and certainly not by any one of
the people who had served the Malfoy household. He felt the pain on different
levels�physically, he was almost sure he�d lost a number of teeth; his mind was
having great trouble processing the fact that Harry had hit him, stumbling over
the reality again and again; and somewhere deep in a part he was attempting to
squash, a great gash had been inflicted upon his heart.


�Take that back, Draco,� came Harry�s voice�sharp and unforgiving.


Draco whirled, eyes blazing, the fire in them burning away the tears.

�� He
was going to kill Harry Potter.

�� It
was truly his intent as he launched himself at his tutor, fists flying, but
Harry had seen the look in his eyes and had been prepared. He�d braced himself
and he caught Draco against him, gritting his teeth against the blows to his
chest, his stomach, whatever part of him Draco could reach. Harry forgot that
he had gone after the blonde to make peace, to soothe and pet and coddle his spoiled
student, so caught up was he in his anger and affront for Lavender�s sake.

�� They
grappled with each other, Harry fending off Draco�s blows and trying to pin
him, but his own anger was making it harder to deflect, to concentrate on
immobilizing his student when he very much wanted to start throwing his own
punches. He needed to make Draco learn a valuable lesson that was applicable to
everyone, Peer of the Realm or peasant, and he was going to do it before he let
Draco leave the stable, so help him.

�� But
the horses were becoming excited by the scuffle, and it was getting harder and harder
to stay in place. Someone could come and spot them and their confrontation
would end prematurely. He needed to put Draco at a physical disadvantage to get
him to even consider talking, that much he knew. He spotted a ladder to the
side, just a few steps away, and he gave way to impulse.

�� Draco
couldn�t even see anymore. Such was
the force of his anger. He hit at whatever he could blindly, moved his body
with sheer violence rather than purpose. �

�� In a
contest of strength, however, Harry had the obvious advantage. He dragged the
blonde up the hayloft, blind rage overturning reason. He was fed up with the
boy�s arrogance and conceit, but those things he could handle. It was the
cruelty, the sheer disregard and even contempt for others who had done nothing
but serve him faithfully that sent the usually reserved Harry Potter over the
edge.

�� He
didn�t even feel the blonde�s fists against his chest, the way his legs
flailed, or even the sinking of the blonde�s teeth into his shoulder. All he
saw was the need to punish this boy, to make him understand that actions�and
words�had consequences, regardless of who one was.

�� The
hayloft was spacious, high enough to stand in and wide enough to span nearly
half the large stable. The hay was stacked neatly along the sides, gleaming
golden in the sunlight that poured in through the tiny windows placed near to
the ceiling. Still, there were half-used piles, and he dragged his student over
to one with purpose.

�� What
are you doing?� Draco released the mouthful he had of Harry�s shoulder as his
surroundings registered to him. His heart began to beat with an altogether
different rhythm when Harry didn�t even reply, simply tightened his hold. �Potter,
my father will find me! You are in enough trouble as it is, you impudent��

�� I
won�t do anything to you that you don�t deserve, you little coward,� Harry
snarled, shocking Draco into temporary silence. And then catapulting him into
renewed rage.

�� I�m the coward?! You�re the one who�s taken me up here, you snake! You can�t face me
on firm ground!�

�� I�ve
taken you up here so that no one can interfere and you�ll just have yourself to
rely on. How well has that gone for you so far, your lordship?�

�� There
was so much derision in his voice that Draco felt the tear inside him ripping
wider and wider. Heat filled his cheeks as he tried to think up a response.

�� Peasants
are always brutes,� he managed finally, trying to put as much disdain into his
statement as he could.

�� Apparently,
so are nobles,� Harry countered with ease. �And it�s so much worse, because
while one expects a poor, underbred peasant to behave badly, a noble puts on
airs and likes to think he�s better than everyone else when he�s actually
worse.�

�� Draco
opened his mouth to curse at him, but jolted when a sudden, vicious movement
brought him near to the floor of the loft. Harry had sat down on a pile of hay,
and that vicious movement had laid Draco across his knees. His breath was
knocked out of him as Harry�s knees dug into his gut and his head swam from the
abrupt tilt.

�� Harry
stared down at the blonde, at the provocative way his bottom was tilted up, the
slenderness of his torso as Draco tried to sit up. Harry simply laid a hand
between his shoulder blades and shoved him down, throwing a leg over Draco�s
knees and preventing him from getting up or getting away. He had him pinned,
and that made him calm somewhat, though the anger did not go away.

�� What
do you think you�re doing?� Draco gasped, his heart hammering at the way he was
bent over like a�

�� I�m
going to punish you,� Harry told him ominously, �unless you apologize for what
you�ve said about Lavender.�

�� Draco�s
jaw dropped, but Harry couldn�t possibly see it. He was going to be spanked? He�d never been spanked before.
His mother had never laid a hand on him, and when his father did it was only to
smack him. All other punishment had been of the magical nature, which he�d
borne as any proud wizard would. But to be spanked like a common Muggle child
was something he�d never been subjected to.

�� You
wouldn�t dare!� he growled, wiggling ineffectively.

�� Any
other time, the sight of Draco�s bottom moving would have made Harry forget
what he was doing, what he was supposed to do. But his temper had been roused,
and now it was difficult to get a hold of. To show his intent, he grabbed the
top of Draco�s breeches and�ignoring the screech that tore out of Draco�s
throat�dragged them down, exposing Draco�s bare skin.

�� Draco�s
skin was camellia-light, smooth and clean over his youthful, toned muscles.
When the boy realized that he truly meant to beat him he began to struggle.
Facing the indignity of being stripped and laid over his tutor�s knee was one
thing, but actually accepting punishment when he was the one who was wronged was adding insult to injury.

�� Last
chance,� Harry warned, too caught up in his anger to appreciate the visual
feast before him. �Take it back!�

�� I�m
going to kill you! I�m going to kill her!
And I�m going to make you watch!�

�� Smack!

�� His
hand connected with his student�s bared bottom, and even his hand vibrated from
the force of it. Draco cried out, fighting more furiously, but Harry simply
pressed down on his back and raised his hand again.


�Take it back!� Harry ordered furiously.


�NO!� Draco screamed, beating his fists uselessly against Harry�s leg.


Smack!

�� You son of a bitch! You�ll be out
on your ear after this, you��

�� Smack! Smack! Smack!

�� Harry felt his palm burning, but he
didn�t stop. He kept on lifting his hand, bringing it down against that smooth
skin�which was now flaming red from the abuse. He wasn�t aware of how long he�d
been punishing him, but Draco�s curses and threats had dissolved into tears and
sobs.

�� Draco had never felt so helpless in
his life. The constant barrage of pain had kept him from collecting his magic,
despite the way anger and humiliation made the need to inflict hurt unbearable.
He was unable to break loose of his tutor�s hold, and he was forced to take the
punishment. Soon he didn�t even have the energy to cry out when Harry struck
him. He didn�t even notice when the spanking had stopped.

�� Are you sorry?� Harry asked, his
chest heaving from exertion. He hadn�t held back. Draco was fortunate he hadn�t
thought to actually take a strap out and had settled for his hand. His anger
had largely been vented�but still there was no apology from his callous
student.

�� Draco didn�t reply. He tried to
control his sobs, his harsh breathing, but it just hurt so much, and
when he thought about who had done this to him he cried harder.

�� Harry�s chest tightened as the tears
did not abate. He almost welcomed anger, but it didn�t come even as the seconds
ticked by.

�� Draco,� he said as sternly as he
could manage even as panic ate away at his chest. �I asked you if you were
sorry.� And though it made him sick and disgusted with himself to ask it, he
added, �Do you want me to start over?�

�� His self-loathing jumped to
startling heights when that dragged a reaction out of his student. The boy
stiffened, then he shook his head. Relieved, Harry let him up, trying not to
avert his eyes as the boy came up slowly.

�� Tears streaked his flushed face, and
he didn�t meet Harry�s eyes. His cheek was beginning to show the markings of a
painful bruise. He didn�t pull off Harry�s lap completely�and Harry had a good
idea why. He wanted to reach down, to pull Draco�s breeches back up, but he
couldn�t tear his eyes away from Draco�s miserable face.

�� I�m sorry,� Draco said, and his
voice broke. He was sorry he�d ever met Harry Potter, that he�d ever thought to
take him in. He was sorry that he ever let the man tutor him, that he�d ever
spoken to him about things that he would never tell another servant or even his
parents and peers. He was sorry that he�d allowed the man to worm his way into
his feelings only to have him poison him with all this pain.

�� Unable to help it any longer, Harry
pulled Draco onto his lap. It wasn�t hard, with the blonde not fighting him.
The action pulled Draco�s breeches even lower, practically to his knees, but
Harry took no notice. Draco was straddling him, but the meaning of the position
changed as harsh sobs wracked his student�s body.

�� Don�t cry.� He wasn�t aware how
pleading he sounded. He ran his hands up and down his student�s arms, terrified
when the boy didn�t even try to cover his face. He simply shut his eyes and
wept with hurt. �Please, Draco. I�m truly sorry it came to this. I would never
truly wish to harm you, I swear.�


�You�re a liar and I hate you,� Draco whispered, past the point of caring that
his tears were in plain view of his tormentor. It hurt to even speak, but he
pushed past it in order to deliver his blows. �I never want to see you again. I
don�t care what my father does to me. I won�t let you tutor me. I�d rather be
disowned, I�d rather be sent to the gallows��


�Hush,� Harry said gruffly, pulling the smaller boy against him, aching inside.
His hands pressed gently against the boy�s backside, knowing it was tender and
probably swelling. A harsh sob rent through the slender frame in his arms and
Harry sighed, feeling exhausted, though his hands kept up the massage.


�Get your hands off me,� Draco growled, hating himself for being so weak and
hating the person who had hurt him and was now trying to comfort him. �Don�t
touch me!�


Everything was out of control. How had this happened?


Harry�s arms tightened around him as the boy began to struggle again, and
mindlessly he pressed a kiss to Draco�s temple, pulling the slim body flush
against his own.


Draco stiffened.

�� Harry
brushed his lips over that smooth skin, tasting the sweat. Beneath his hands
the skin of Draco�s bottom was scorching hot, and his tears had stained Harry�s
shirt.

�� What
had he done?


�I�m sorry, Draco,� Harry murmured, rocking the boy gently.


The boy remained rigid, his harsh breathing the only indication that he hadn�t
turned completely to stone.


�Draco,� Harry said softly, pulling away and reaching up to slide his thumb
over a wet, smooth cheek. The tip of his thumb brushed the soft curtain of the
blonde�s lashes. They fluttered at the contact, and Harry found himself looking
into dark silver pools swirling with feeling. �I�m sorry.�


�I hate you,� Draco whispered dully.


�No, you don�t,� Harry whispered back, almost sure of it and yet completely
terrified of being wrong. �You don�t. I know you don�t.�


Draco attempted to pull away. �You don�t know anything.�


�I know enough,� Harry said urgently, tightening his hold. Desperation and
panic made him forget his wisdom and he tilted the blonde�s face up. �I�m sorry
I did nothing with that knowledge, Draco.�


And he pressed his lips to the blonde�s.


Time seemed to stop. The boy in his arms was completely still, hardly breathing
even. Harry could feel Draco�s heart racing in his chest, matching his own beat
for pounding beat. He opened his eyes, pulling back slightly and registering
the shocked expression on Draco�s face. The boy stared at him, eyes wide�as
though seeing him for the first time. But there was no anger in his gaze, nor
disgust�simply surprise.


He should have pulled away. At any moment Draco might recover and begin to rage
at him, nullifying any apology he might come up with. Instead, Harry tilted his
head slightly and slanted his mouth over Draco�s, his tongue sliding over the
boy�s delicate lips.


At the touch of Harry�s tongue Draco jolted to life, his fingers tangling in
Harry�s hair as he pulled his tutor closer. He felt a rough sound rumble
through Harry�s chest as Harry�s arms tightened and he shut his eyes as
scorching heat swept over him.


Draco was responding.


The pleasure of it stamped down any objection or confusion he may have felt and
he lost himself in the taste of Draco�s lips, his tongue coaxing the soft
petals to spread for him. His hands slid over the boy�s slender hips and up to
his ribs in a persuasive motion that made Draco press up against him and moan.
Taking the opportunity, he slid his tongue into the sweet heat of the boy�s
mouth.


Draco clung to him, forgetting everything else as pleasure burned its way
straight into his gut and through to every other nerve in his body. He forgot
the pain coursing through his bottom as Harry�s tongue stroked his own and he
moaned again, tasting coffee and his tutor�s own personal flavor. He pressed
his mouth harder against Harry�s, scooting closer and wrapping his arms around
Harry�s neck. He wanted to melt into him, to crawl inside his skin, to be as
close to him as possible. He forgot everything that ever was before that
moment�who they were, what had ever happened between them before. The blazing
heat of passion had sent everything up in a pile of smoke and all that mattered
now was keeping that fire burning.


Harry plundered his student�s mouth, his mind gone as well. His hands slid
beneath the rich fabric of Draco�s coat, rifling through the layers of fabric
until he felt skin that was as smooth as marble.


At the feel of Harry�s big, rough hands caressing his back and sending more
heat than he believed possible straight through his already melting body, Draco
arched, baring his throat to the man and breaking the fiery kiss.


Harry didn�t mind. He watched the tiny string of saliva from Draco�s mouth to
his break and fall against the blonde�s chin. He watched it trail downwards, to
the smooth white column of the boy�s throat and he accepted the unconscious
invitation.


Draco gasped, fingers digging into his tutor�s broad shoulders as he felt the
first scrape of Harry�s tongue against his neck. He shuddered as he felt the
older boy begin to suckle the flimsy skin over his raging pulse and he closed
his eyes, biting his lip when he felt Harry�s teeth actually scrape over that
same delicate point.

�� Harry
kissed and nipped his way over Draco�s neck, settling on a spot behind Draco�s
ear when the blonde stiffened and cried out. He licked that little pleasure
spot, then began to suck it with enough force to bruise, his excitement
mounting when the blonde cried out.

�� Harry!�

�� Draco�s
hoarse voice ripped through his pleasure, and he remembered who he was, who he
was pressing hard against his body, what they were doing. He dragged himself
back, heart beginning to pound with horror atop the desire.

�� No!�
Draco reached out as Harry pulled away, his eyes still cloudy with need. He
moaned piteously at the lack of contact, scooting forward on Harry�s lap,
trying to tug Harry�s head back down. He felt unbearably hot, his gut painfully
tight, his head light. �Please!�

�� Harry
stared down at him, taking in his student�s flushed countenance, his bruised
lips and tousled hair. His eyes were fever-bright, and he was desperately
trying to get Harry to kiss him again. Beneath Harry�s hands his body was
vibrating with want. And there, pressing wantonly against Harry�s stomach, was
the clearest evidence of Draco�s desire. He saw it, felt it as moisture seeped
into Harry�s shirt, but he stalwartly raised his eyes to Draco�s in a bid for
control.

�� That
was disastrous. Draco�s eyes snared him, pulled him back soundly into the cloud
of lust he was still trying to fight his way out of.

�� It
was too late to take a step back. They�d crossed the line between student and
mentor, and the only place their relationship could go was forward.

�� Harry
realized this with a sinking feeling in his chest even as another part of him�a
darker part�rejoiced at the possibility of having the blonde as he�d always
wanted to have him: needy with want, begging to be taken.

�� He
was already in that state, his hips moving in an unconscious invitation, in an
intuitive rhythm, as he slid closer on Harry�s lap. He felt Draco�s cock
pushing against his stomach, his soft, bruised bottom practically on his own
groin, where his burgeoning desire all but ripped a hole out of his breeches. Draco
had attached his hands to the lapels of Harry�s shirt and he was succeeding in
getting Harry�s mouth closer to his.

�� Harry��

�� But
this was not the time, nor the place to take things further.

�� Draco
nearly screamed with frustration as Harry lifted his head, hands closing over
Draco�s and forcing him to relinquish his hold.

�� Kiss
me!� Draco commanded, glaring at him.

�� Wait,�
Harry said soothingly, kissing Draco�s fingers in consolation. �Draco, darling,
please wait.�

�� The
endearment took him by surprise, silenced him more effectively than any request
would have, given tenderly or forcefully. He stared at his tutor, at his steamy
spectacles and the flush on his creamy skin. He wanted to eat him up, but he
also wanted to do what Harry asked of him. Especially since Harry had called
him�

�� Darling.�
The word on his tongue felt strange and yet wonderful, and he knew that he
would forever associate that word with Harry Potter, whether he willed it or
not.

�� Harry
looked up, bemused that Draco was returning the endearment. His student had a
dazed look on his face, and the way he looked with his mouth parted, eyes
dreamy, nearly made pulling back impossible for Harry.

�� But
pull back he did, and he managed to get Draco�s breeches back up to his waist
without removing the boy from his lap. Draco hissed as Harry pulled the strings
tight and Harry tried not to laugh. He couldn�t, not with his own cock
straining to be let out.

�� Will
you kiss me now?� Draco asked after a moment of staring down hard at Harry�s
hands, frustratingly close to where he ached the most. But Harry was being
tender with him, and he was enjoying it far too much to do anything to spoil
it.

�� Harry
smiled. Draco knew how to keep his mind on track, which was more than could be
said for the person his father was paying to teach him.

�� He
obligingly lowered his head for a chaste kiss, a soft taste of lips and tongue
that nevertheless made his toes curl inside his boots. Draco�s fingers fisted in
Harry�s shirt, but he only took what Harry gave and made a visible effort not
to demand. It touched Harry that the boy was learning to hold himself back, if
only a little, for Harry�s sake.

�� He
pulled back as soon as it became too hard to keep things light and sweet, and
he pressed kisses all over Draco�s face, along his chin. His hand came to rest
at Draco�s small waist, and he let out a gusty sigh as he laid his cheek
against Draco�s hair. He was burning with want, but there was an odd degree of
contentment there as well, which came from simply sitting and holding his
student.

�� Draco
lay a cheek against Harry�s chest, wincing when he realized it was his bruised
one. It was beginning to swell.

�� Harry
looked down, and Draco saw regret swim into his tutor�s eyes. It concerned him
and yet filled him with warmth, largely because Harry bent his head to kiss it
remorsefully.

�� I�m
so sorry,� he said again. �I wouldn�t have done it if you hadn�t called
Lavender that terrible name.�


�Why do you always defend her?� Draco asked with more than a little resentment
still.


�You said terrible things about a young woman who�s doing her best to help her
family get by in the world,� Harry explained gravely, though he smoothed his
knuckles tenderly over Draco�s bruised cheek. �It upset me not just because
she�s been a good friend to me since I arrived here but also because I know
what it�s like to be in her shoes.�


Draco stared up at him, wanting to cry again for some absurd reason. Something
unfamiliar was eating him up inside and he wanted to throw his arms around
Harry�s neck and beg...


...for forgiveness.


It�s guilt, he realized after several moments of drowning in it.
Surprise edged in, easing the unbearable feeling somewhat. He blinked rapidly,
trying to make the tears go away, then simply letting them come when Harry
pressed his mouth to Draco�s eyes.

�� Please
don�t cry,� Harry begged him, not wanting to see the blonde upset ever again.


�I�m sorry,� Draco whispered, clinging to Harry�s chest. �Please don�t be
angry. Please don�t�hate me.�


�I don�t hate you,� Harry assured him, kissing the top of Draco�s head. �On the
contrary��


Draco raised his head, his heart beating frantically. �Yes?�


�I adore you,� Harry said fervently, unable to resist the sweetness that he had
worked so hard to unearth. He�d snipped off all the thorns and the rose was
finally within his grasp. He pressed his mouth against Draco�s once more,
sighing as the blonde melted into him. Draco�s slender fingers were curling
into his shirt and that soft, soft mouth was opening invitingly�


Harry pulled back, his breathing heavy. Draco�s eyes opened, dark with want and
hurt.


�What�s wrong?� he asked, tugging at Harry�s shirt, trying to get him closer
again.


�Draco�� Harry said roughly, pressing his forehead against the blonde�s, ��we
can�t do this. Not now.� He saw the blonde�s lips quiver and he groaned
inwardly. Cupping Draco�s face he forced the teary boy to look at him. �I want
to�but we can�t right now.�


�Why?� Draco asked softly, still shamelessly wanting to be kissed. �Am I�am I
bad at it?�


Harry chuckled. �You�re far too good at it,� he said honestly.

�� Draco
was pleased with that and Harry was glad for it, because he didn�t seem likely
to start crying again. But he was also confidently sliding his hands up Harry�s
chest in a motion that sent shockwaves through the tutor, and there was a
decidedly naughty look in his eyes.

�� In
that case�� Draco�s voice was husky, and it took Harry by surprise.

�� Little
minx,� he teased, meaning it completely. He took Draco�s wrists, tugging them down.

�� Harry��
Draco was still speaking, acting seductively. He began to move his hips in a
motion that nearly bowled Harry over, and in a panic he released Draco�s hands
to hold on to his hips.

�� Don�t
do that. Please.�


�Kiss me�just one more time,� Draco begged shamelessly, his fingers already
reaching up to pull Harry down towards him.


Harry smiled bemusedly and pressed his lips to Draco�s forehead, his hands
running up and down the younger boy�s back.


Draco pulled back and growled, his eyes sparking dangerously.


�Not like that,� he said impatiently, tired of being denied. �Or do you
not want me at all?� Not giving Harry a chance to reply he attempted to squirm
off of his lap, despite the pain that was still coursing through his bottom. �I
knew it! You can kiss a cheap innkeeper�s daughter but you can�t�mmph!�


Letting out a growl of his own, Harry slammed his lips down onto Draco�s,
irritation mixing with desire as he shut the blonde up. Squeezing the boy�s
tender backside in a show of displeasure, he slid his tongue into the boy�s hot
mouth when he moaned. The blonde�s body pressed into his wantonly, and his
hands tangled in Harry�s hair. His own tongue shoved against Harry�s, slipping
wildly and greedily as he tried to give his tutor the same fiery, all-consuming
feeling he was experiencing.


Well-played, Draco.


Harry tore his mouth from the blonde�s, his desire tamped down by amusement when
he saw the frustration on his student�s face. The blonde blew out a harsh
breath, glaring at him. Harry swallowed a laugh.


�For the last time,� Harry whispered, his lips brushing gently over Draco�s
bruised ones, �I did not kiss Lavender. We are not�in any
way��together�, as some would put it.� He kissed the blonde again, tenderly
this time. �Are you satisfied?�


�Yes,� Draco said dreamily, though he wanted more of something else entirely.
But he was satisfied on the Lavender score, at least.

�� Thank
heavens,� Harry said sincerely, causing Draco to roll his eyes at him. He
contemplated simply letting the boy sit there and holding him for the rest of
the day, but he knew that prolonged exposure to Draco while they were�in the state
they were in�could very well lead up to the events he�d been prodigiously trying
to avoid. Not that they hadn�t gone that way already, but� �I think we should
cancel lessons for today.� Pushing past the delight in Draco�s eyes, he added
crushingly, �Go back to your room and I�ll see to getting something cold for
your bum.�

�� Draco
pouted, then tried to change Harry�s mind. �Why don�t you just rub the ache
away?�

�� Harry
choked on his response, because that
statement brought an entire different picture to mind. It made him all the more
determined to place some distance between the two of them and jump into the
cold lake off the edge of the estate.

�� It�s
best we get back to the manor before people start to wonder,� Harry persisted.


�I want to stay here,� Draco whispered, snuggling into Harry, clinging to him.


�Here? In the hayloft?� Harry was unable to hold back the wide grin that split
onto his face. �That�s mind-boggling.�

�� Why?
You�re here.�

�� Harry�s
heart melted at the words, and the simple statement succeeded in earning Draco
another scorching kiss. Teetering over the edge of doing the insane was
something Harry managed very well, apparently, because he pulled back in time
to save his senses. Wisely, he gripped Draco by the waist and set him on his
feet, moving to stand himself.

�� Do
you need help getting down the ladder?� Harry asked, hoping that the blonde
didn�t. Draco just standing there, clothes rumpled, expressive face turned in
his direction made him want to hop back into the hay, blonde in tow. He didn�t
know how to deal with more physical contact at this point in time.

�� Draco
wanted to say yes, but Harry was looking visibly panicked at the prospect of
touching him. It hurt more than a little, and he swiftly turned his face away as
he pondered what had changed his tutor�s mind. Was he tired of him already?

�� Harry
blinked when the blonde descended slowly, wordlessly. He clearly needed help,
but once he started down all Harry could do was follow. When they were standing
on the floor of the stable again Harry reached out to take the blonde�s chin,
surprised by the pain in Draco�s eyes.

�� What�s
wrong?� he asked, worry setting in. �You should have let me help you. Do you
need me to carry you? I�m so sorry, darling, I didn�t really intend to strike
you that hard��

�� No,
no,� Draco told him, annoyed with himself for being such a baby. But he was
unable to help himself. �I just�do you still want me?�

�� Flabbergasted,
Harry gaped at him. But he was wise enough not to laugh. He took Draco�s hand
and boldly pressed it against himself, hissing at the contact.

�� Draco
flushed, heaving in a hot breath as he felt Harry against his palm, his
fingers. He felt harder than steel and hotter than the flames that were licking
their way up his insides. He pressed his legs tightly together and tried to
move his hand, but that only made Harry gently push his hand away.

�� Do
I want you, Draco?� Harry demanded raggedly. He leaned over his student, large
hands cupping Draco�s shoulders.

�� Draco
looked up at him, eyes huge. Swallowing thickly, he tugged at one of Harry�s
hands.

�� Touch
me, Harry,� he pleaded, wanting to feel Harry�s hand on him.


�Learn your geometry, Draco my darling, and I will,� Harry promised in a
throbbing whisper before he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the flesh behind
Draco�s ear. Draco groaned, but before he could cling to Harry once more Harry
was smacking him lightly on the bum and pulling away.

�� Draco
swore ripely and Harry laughed, jumping back when his student tried to lunge at
him. Unfortunately for Draco, he was hampered by a severely swollen bottom, and
after a moment of staring hard and reproachfully at Harry, who was dancing just
out of his reach, he huffed and turned on his heel. But halfway out he turned,
half-lidded gaze hot, and was satisfied to see Harry�s smile fade and his humor
give way to longing.


Harry watched him leave, rousing himself several long minutes after the blonde
had disappeared from his sight. He ached in very specific places but he refused
to give himself relief. Draco wasn�t the only one who deserved to suffer that
day. Besides, he recalled that the stallion was still loose, and sometime while
they�d been up on the hayloft, the horse had raced for freedom.

�� Harry
slapped a hand against his forehead, wondering why he had a tendency to lose
horses. Only this time, the horse was someone else�s, someone he already owed a
debt, someone whose son he�d just assaulted and then ravished�

�� Harry
groaned, wondering why he could never seem to keep out of trouble for long. Girding
himself for the chase after the runaway horse, and the possible consequences of
not catching it, he stepped out of the stable. At any rate, it would provide
good distraction while he controlled his feelings for his far-too-tempting
student.


Then all thought left him as his blood ran cold when he saw the man leaning
against a nearby tree.

Further
Notes: For all those who reviewed the last chapter, you have my
very belated thanks:

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Thanks for reviewing! Hmmm�you�ll probably feel sorrier for Draco after this chapter.
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around to read this! Thank you! hdforever,
Well, you get to see Lucius� reaction in the next chapter. (~.^) And I think
this chapter pretty much shows what Harry feels. Hope you liked it, and thank
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