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Silk Scarves and Enchanted Handcuffs	By : Tommy-Lane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 13124 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Harry knew he was very close to being all out drunk. Hell he very well could be pissed out of his mind and he was just having a hard time grasping it. But the ground was spinning...no wait that was the ceiling. The ceiling was spinning, round and round it went, bright pops of color that seemed timed to the music that was vibrating up through the floor. His skin felt way too sensitive and the lights in the room suddenly seemed much too bright...or maybe too dim...he really didn't know.

And he didn't care.

"Potter, what do you think you're doing?" Malfoy barked, stumbling as Harry jerked him forward - the fact that the room was nearly empty save for the circle of people they had just left barely registering.

"Damn slut." Harry grumbled, blinking his eyes and tipping heavily to the right, jostling sharply into the other boy before he managed to right himself and continue on his march across the room and away from the group of card playing hellions.

"How dare-"

"Not you." Harry squinted back at his old rival, his lips pursing - the smart arsed, wispy framed but shockingly strong, masked off Slytherin Seeker had pink lipsticks smeared across his lips and porcelain cheek. He reached forward and wiped his hand across the blonde’s mouth before he could jump out of the way.

Pink was not Malfoy's color, his lips shouldn't ever look so pale, not when Harry now knew how fantastic they looked red and slightly swollen.

Leaving the circle hadn't exactly been a conscious decision, one moment he had been laughing with Seamus and the next Daphne had produced an empty bottle. She then spun it with the barest tap and started snogging Malfoy while the blond was in the middle of a conversation with Nott. Something fierce had roared in Harry's chest at Malfoy's squawk of surprise, his gray eyes rounded wide as the girl grabbed his face and all but tried to fuck his mouth with her tongue. The sight had sent Harry reeling, his vision turning red. He had surged to his feet, yanking Malfoy up with him and sending Daphne sprawling.

He had snapped - or maybe it was more of a slur - something about having to piss and started stomping away before anyone could react other than a few dropped jaws, a handful of confused eyebrows, and one smirking set of lips.

Malfoy huffed and slapped his hand away. "Cut it out Potter, just what are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" Harry countered, taking a step closer and narrowing his eyes. Not the smartest of comebacks but...fuck he was drunk.

"What?" Malfoy screwed up his nose, the pink smear on his lips mocking Harry as it stayed put, obstructing Malfoy's perfect mouth. "Are you drunk?"

"No." Harry grumbled, glancing around them and with a quick pull of the handcuffs started leading them towards the door.

"I don't-"

"Shhhh." Harry shushed as he pulled open the door and stepped out into the silent hall - the old wood swinging shut behind them and fading from existence to silently await to be called upon once more. He didn't bother explaining what he was doing as they silently made their way down the hall - their feet moving softly but swiftly so as not to alert anyone or thing to their presence, detention for not only being out way past curfew but drunk was not an appealing concept.

"Where are we going?" Malfoy hissed after several long minutes of walking, Harry's feet stumbling far more often than they should have, the ground starting to throb along with the ceiling now. But then his tired green eyes found the tapestry with the concealed door behind it and with a grin of triumph he pulled Malfoy towards it and inside - the old dusty room cast in shadows and making the blond sneeze as Harry leaned his back against the door to shut it. "Where are we?" He asked, glancing around at the old discarded furniture and the set of high painted glass windows along the far side.

Harry shrugged and shuddered as his stomach rolled and Malfoy's visage split in two for a moment. He blinked as he fished out his wand, flicking it over himself and feeling the welcoming wave of a sobriety charm rush over him. It cleared his head a little, the strength of the spell not nearly strong enough to dispel it completely, but at least the ground and ceiling weren't spinning anymore and the rolling in his stomach was fading away. He had gotten rather sufficient at them over the last year, ever since Seamus started disappearing on a regular basis and coming back pissed up to his eyeballs. "Dunno."

Malfoy eyed him dubiously, his jaw tensing before his entire face went slack - Harry cursing inwardly at the look. The boy was less than pleased. "Why are we here then?"

"I -" Harry stopped and pondered the question, why did he bring him here? Other than getting the boy away from Daphne's whoring lips he honestly couldn't fathom why he had marched them out of the party and to their own little room - the smaller space seeming somewhat suffocating now that he thought about it. It was too much like the cupboard and Harry was possibly still a little tipsy and Malfoy was much too close and Harry was having a hard time remembering why he shouldn't start kissing the other boy. "You um...you said you know how to...you know...." He trailed off with a blush as he jiggled the handcuffs.

The night had gone on long enough and Harry feared that if he wasn't released from his tether soon he would do something he would regret. It was imperative to remember that just because he had had a sexual breakthrough didn't mean Malfoy had any desire to do anything with him beyond snogging incognito in a cupboard. And sucking lime juice from inside his mouth.

"Yes." Malfoy deadpanned without any further elaboration.

"Well, how?"

"Honestly Potter is it all rules you don't bother to pay attention to or only ones concerning me?"

"Come on Malfoy, I'm tired, I'm cold, and I...it can't be that bad right? Can't we just do whatever it is and get it over with already?" Harry pleaded, his flush spreading down over his chest at hearing the blonds drawling voice pointing out Harry's lack of listening skills. It was a rather disturbing trend in hindsight, his cognitive skills severely diminishing with each inch of proximity he gained towards Malfoy.

The other boy regarded him quietly for a long moment, his eyes that resembled a storm at sea tracing over him silently and steadily like he was trying to fully judge the state of Harry's mind - which Harry fervently prayed he couldn't. But Harry was a crap Occlumens and he had a feeling that Malfoy was probably an expert Legilimens, which did not bode well for him now or any time in the coming future now that he was knowingly harboring...feelings?...for the other boy.

Malfoy sighed long and deep, pinched the bridge of his nose, and glanced up at the wall over Harry's head. "It's a question."

"A question?" Harry repeated, sure he had heard wrong. What was so hard about a question? What could be so bad that Malfoy had put it off the entire night? "Like...what exactly?"

Malfoy huffed and shifted his weight, the few buttons that had managed to survive on his shirt clinging to dear life as they hopelessly tried to keep the material held together. "We have to admit what our most pressing thought was while...in the cupboard." He muttered with a resigned sigh, his gaze still far off and bored on the wall behind Harry.

"Well that's...oh." Heat swarmed him as the gravity of what he had just been told took root. He had to admit to Malfoy what he had been thinking while they had been kissing and touching and...rubbing. "Fucking Pansy." He swore as he found a sudden interest in his trainers, one of the dirty white laces laying open across his toe. He was doomed to stay chained to Malfoy for all eternity if that was the only way he was getting out of it because there was no way he could ever look Malfoy in eye and admit to all that he had felt and wanted.

To what he still wanted. What he wanted even more now that he...

Malfoy chuckled hollowly, "indeed."

"But I don't get...why?" Harry knew he probably looked like he had a wicked sunburn by now, his hands starting to sweat again.

"Because Pansy is a vindictive cow who takes pleasure in causing misery and discomfort." Malfoy replied icily, his hand clenching at his side.

"Oh." Harry scratched at the back of his neck as he tried to process it all. "Was there other people then? You know, other people who got handcuffed after the cupboard?"

"You are rather oblivious to your surroundings aren't you? There were a few others, some before us, some after, did you not see Millicent punch that Hufflepuff right after theirs came off?" Malfoy smirked, looking back down at him for the first time in what felt like hours, the frozen pools in his eyes sparking like specks of fire. The boy really did have the most fascinating eyes - gray with edges of blue, deep and soulful when bent over a cauldron or trying to puzzle out a problem, shuttered and filled with mist when he was guarding himself off...like now. "Though I believe we are the last to remain tied."

"Oh." It seemed shameful to admit that he hadn't even realized that there had been others in their same predicament. Yet somehow he knew that if Malfoy had been chained to someone else that Harry would have been trying not to stare and brood over it all evening - most likely telling himself he was keeping an eye on him to make sure the git didn't hurt whoever was on the other end of the chain.

And not at all because Malfoy was incredibly handsome.

"Care to add another word to your vocabulary?"

"Haha." Harry grumbled, rubbing his pointer finger over his scar. Merlin feeling like this was confusing and agitating and...maybe he really should just stick to being a savior and leave off on any emotional attachments - like those superheroes in Dudley's comics. Though he was pretty sure that all those larger than life men had been trying to protect a waif of a woman and not a well-toned, wicked tongued, downright hostile at times but still somehow the most interesting person Harry had ever met, boy.

"Does it..."Malfoy trailed off, the corner of his lip getting trapped between his teeth, his gaze trained on Harry's forehead. “Does it hurt?"

"What? My scar?" He peaked up at him from between his fingers. Maybe it was because Malfoy had been on the Dark Side for the longest time, or perhaps it was because the boy had never shown an ounce of concern for Harry's wellbeing - quite the opposite actually - but the question was startling. It sent something aching in his chest, made him think of how quiet Malfoy had been for the last two years, how some of the Slytherin's no longer rolled their sleeves back but Malfoy did - and his skin was always clear and unblemished.

It made him want to touch the boy's face, to stand toe to toe, and watch as the shutter dropped from his eyes.

Malfoy nodded, lip still caught, growing redder by the second, and Harry couldn't help the small smile as he shrugged. "Sometimes, yeah, a lot actually."

"That sounds...unpleasant." Malfoy sniffed as his nose scrunched up - an aristocratic show of dislike.

Harry felt his smile twitch wider because the little action made it seem like perhaps Malfoy didn't like that Harry's scar hurt him. "It's rather a disaster actually, can't think or sleep sometimes because of it...gives me weird dreams too." That was too much information, he shouldn't have said that, yet Harry didn't really regret it even though Hermione would be giving him wide what did you do eyes right about then if she had overheard.

It was funny but he sort of trusted that Malfoy wouldn't say anything even though he had no logical reason backing the gut feeling up.

Malfoy nodded slowly, glancing at him from the corner of his eye with a shifty sort of look. "The Dark Lord tends to do that to people."

Ice clenched Harry's stomach, cooling the heat that had been steadily filling him from the moment he had sequestered them in the abandoned little room of broken furniture. He knew all too well the terrors Voldemort afflicted on his own followers and Malfoy and his mum...well they couldn't be in good, if any at all, standing with him anymore. The thought made that thing in his chest roar again, his fingers itching and moving on their own until he was brushing them across the back of Malfoy's hand. "Are you-"

"Oh no Potter." Malfoy jerked his hand back as far as he could in the binding, his gaze snapping shut once more, any cracks that had started to form sealing shut. "No, you are not going to go into savior mode, I am not a maid in distress, I am a bloody survivor and I will survive just fine without your pity."

"It's not...I know you don't need pity Malfoy" Harry frowned, trying to figure out how to word what it was he was feeling. "I just...want you to be safe."

Narrowed eyes met Harry's, the blonde’s shoulders squaring. "Why?" He glared suspiciously.

"Why wouldn't I?"

That answer didn't seem to appease Malfoy so much as it seemed to only make him more suspicious. "Because you and I have never gotten on. In fact I think the word dissentious hatred would be an accurate description of our relationship."

"Dissentious?" Harry grimaced, tipping his head to the side as he tried to recall what the hell that meant.

"Contentious." Malfoy drawled with an arched eyebrow.

"What's that?"

The corner of Malfoy's lips twitched, the movement so small and minuscule Harry almost missed it completely before the blond was huffing and fiddling with the hem of his ruined shirt. "Unobservant and benighted I see."

"Are you just making up words now?" Harry grumbled, his chest fluttering again, and making him think that this was a prime example of another label to add to the purple column of his chart. He was pretty sure getting flustered over being insulted - because he might not know exactly what benighted meant but he knew it wasn't anything good - was not a normal thing. He fought a blush and glanced down at his shoes again. "You know what, whatever, we're getting sidetracked-"

"Divagate."

A chuckle bubbled up Harry's throat and trickled out before he could stop it as he looked up sharply to see Malfoy's smirking face. "What are you a walking dictionary? Is that like your new thing?"

“Thesaurus.” Malfoy corrected with that barely there smile twitching again.
“What?”
"You’re thinking of a thesaurus, not a dictionary, and you’re divagating again."

"You’re a bloody nuisance."

"Some say." Malfoy shrugged. "But I don't think you mind."

"Why's that?" Harry felt every little particle of air against his skin, brushing tantalizing over him as Malfoy stared at him with his tipped head, and strong jaw, and impossible eyes. The look wasn't anything new exactly and yet...it was. There was something different, something there that hadn't been before, almost like when Harry had dumbly been buttoning and zipping the boy back together so many hours ago now only to glance up and find the blond watching him. The gaze felt weighty, solid, like it could physically caress Harry if he just breathed right and leaned a fraction closer.

"Because you're smiling." Malfoy pointed out, quietly, slowly, his gaze dropping at a snail’s pace to land on Harry's lips. "And blushing."

"I'm drunk." Harry blurted out as utter embarrassment washed over him, his mouth tingling under the scrutiny and the urge to lick his suddenly dry lips nearly overwhelming.

"Aren't we all?" He nodded, taking a single step closer until Harry could feel the heat radiating off the other boy's body. "Best start confessing then so we can finally go our separate ways."

"C-confessing?" Harry stuttered as he wiped his sweaty palm down his thigh, his stomach twisting at the reminder of what they needed to do. "Why do I have to go first?"

Malfoy smirked. "Because I am the calculating Slytherin and you Potter, are the reckless Gryffindor."

"What if...what if I don't remember?" He bit his lip and felt the door connect with his back as he unconsciously backed up a step. Now this was definitely familiar - his hands and forehead sweating, his body feeling much too hot, the space much too small, and another body so very close to his. Except this time his partner wasn't a mystery, he could see, he could talk. He knew it was Malfoy in front of him and Merlin did he want to recreate the cupboard. "I don't..." he trailed off, his voice shallow, breath husky.

"We're stuck here until you do." Malfoy bent his head closer, his voice dropping to match Harry's. "So close your eyes and try. Pretend you don't know me...pretend it's not me..."

His eyelashes slipped closed and he breathed deep. The blond still smelled of citrus and whiskey. His hands were still cold. And Harry couldn't stop his fingers from reaching up and grasping one ruined side of Malfoy's gray button up. "I was..." he swallowed thickly and yanked, pulling Malfoy closer until their bodies where brushing. "Terrified." He gasped and then lifted his face, blindly finding the others lips before he could spill any more secrets - eyes squeezed shut as warm lips met his, melding with his mouth like they knew Harry's perfectly.

He let out an embarrassing moan as he flicked his tongue out, licking at the crease between the plump lips, his arm winding around to grasp Malfoy's shoulder tightly. But that confession wasn't the whole truth, he had only been terrified before Malfoy had kissed him and then after he had gotten so swept up all fear had drained right out of him. "I thought he tasted amazing." He whispered against the blonds mouth before he was pressing his tongue forward once more, his body quacking as Malfoy's lips parted and sucked him inside - a hand suddenly around his waist and crushing him against that hard lined, breast free chest again. "I was kissing a boy." The words tumbled out before he could think them through, his lips drawing across Malfoy's jaw and down his neck, licking and nibbling at the perfect, porcelain skin. "I wanted to feel all of him." He groaned, rolling his hips forward as he felt his groin tighten, something tingling around his wrist where the handcuff was - something that seemed to be pulling the truth from Harry's tongue now that he'd started.

Or maybe it wasn't the magic in the spell that Pansy had woven at all. Perhaps it was being in Malfoy's arms again, feeling his lips, and listening to his ragged breathing and feeling the tense lines of his back like he was trying to hold himself together as Harry sucked on his neck. Where he had found the courage really didn't matter though he decided, as a hand threaded through his hair and dragged him back up into another kiss and his body was pressed back into the hard wood of the door.

Because Malfoy was kissing him like he had in the cupboard, like he had wiped from his mind that it was Harry he was devouring, that it was his old rival that he was rubbing his hips against, that it was the boy who had seen his father sent to jail that he was crushing and shattering with the beat of his heart.

"What else?" Malfoy rasped, his mouth descending on Harry's neck, his hand pulling on raven curls, and his full prick grinding against Harry's aching cock.

"I wanted..." He groaned, bunching the material of Malfoy's shirt in his hand in the middle of his shoulder blades and tugging until he managed to yank the material away - the tattered piece of clothing getting stuck on the handcuffs and hanging useless by their feet. "I wanted to be taken."

"Fuck." The other boy cursed, panting heavily, his head hanging useless for the beat of a second before he was capturing Harry's lips, his fingers winding through Harry's at their sides - Malfoy's palm just as sweaty as his.

"I wanted to touch all of you." Harry breathed in between kisses, his free hand running down Malfoy's sculpted chest, his fingers stopping over his blasted belt buckle - palm angling down just a little to press against his groin.

Malfoy moaned slowly, brokenly, his head bending to rest against Harry's shoulder as he grasped the darker boy's wrist and yanked his hand away - trapping it against the door by his head.

Harry's eyes snapped open as Malfoy held him still, hot pants of breath rushing against his sensitive skin. He curled his fingers down over the back of Malfoy's hand and tried to press himself forward against him once more only to have Malfoy make a strange sort of gargling noise and jerk back. "What?" He asked, confused and dizzy and wanting very much to just continue on with what they were doing.

Malfoy's jaw was tense, his eyes hardening, the fire behind them slowly dying before he slipped his eyelashes shut over them. "You're drunk and it wasn't me you wanted to touch." He whispered, his voice hard like a block of ice, chilling Harry in an instant.

"No, I - Malfoy?" Harry blinked, trying to figure out how it went south so quickly, how they had gone from snogging intensely and grinding against the door to this in the blink of an eye.

The blond barked out a harsh laugh. "Right. Right." He shook his head and took a step back. "Pansy is a fucking bitch Potter and Blaise is a god damn idiot and Finnigan can go straight to hell and burn there." He spat, his hand dragging through his hair in a haphazard manner that made him look more than a little mental.

"Seamus...what?" Harry couldn't comprehend the rabbit trail they had just jumped down, couldn't fathom what Seamus and Zabini had to do with any of this.

"You tell your friend that you don't fucking mess with people’s lives. Tell him to leave his nose where it belongs and if he's smart to leave off before he finds himself out on his arse."

"You're not making any sense." Harry breathed, his eyes widening as Malfoy's fingers clenched in his hair, tugging sharply in a way that Harry knew had to be painful. "Are you okay?"

"No!" Malfoy snapped, his jaw sliding forward and locking as he stared angrily over Harry's shoulder. "No, because now it's my turn isn't it? Because that's how this works, fucking calculation, and you just had to...damn it!"

"Why are you mad?" Harry fought his own anger that was trying to contend with his confusion, his arm wrapping around his naked middle as he was suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable and fucking confused as all hell. "This isn't my fault!"

"No, of course not, it's never your fault is it?" Malfoy said evenly and slowly, his shoulders rolling back and squaring, looking very much like he used to right before flinging out some horrid racist comment. "You trip through life, falling into situations and coming out as the hero, but you never look back do you? You never see what’s left behind."

"Is this about your father?" His brow wrinkled as he tried to catch onto Malfoy's train of thought, at the same time telling himself that Malfoy's physical transformation and words didn't sting and tug at his heart. Lucius Malfoy deserved Azkaban, there was no way around it, but that didn't mean that Harry didn't feel for the boy. He wasn't a hapless idiot, he knew he couldn't fathom all the pain and complications the elder man's incarceration had wrecked on his family.

"My Father?" Malfoy chuckled, a dark and low sound. "My father is where he belongs, I'm not talking about him."

"Then...what are you talking about?" Harry felt the overwhelming urge to reach forward and touch the other boy again, to draw him close and kiss his jaw and sooth his hair and wind his fingers through the Sytherins long, cool ones.

Malfoy looked down at his designer black shoes, not a scuff or scratch insight. "It's easier to yell at you, you know?"

"Easier than what?" Harry held his breath as gray eyes flicked up at his before skirting back down, Malfoy sucking in a deep, slow breath.

He shrugged and kicked the ground. "Go on and ask me."

Somehow Harry knew that Malfoy wasn't talking about his frankly weird and confusing tangent but about his confession in order to break free and Harry felt his stomach knot further as he licked his lips and gathered up the courage to do so. "Alright...what were you thinking about in the cupboard?" He whispered it, almost afraid that if he spoke any louder that it would send the blond into another fit. Not to mention he was nervous as hell, especially after he had admitted to so much mere moments ago.

"You." Malfoy said it so quietly that Harry nearly missed it completely, his entire body still, even his heart stopping it's beating to make sure he could hear every little word and catch every little nuance in his cadence.

"What?" Harry muttered as he pressed forward until they were almost touching again.

"I was thinking about you because...because I, fuck." Malfoy shut his eyes and bit his lip as Harry felt himself ready to explode, elation hanging just beyond his fingertips as he waited for Malfoy to finish his thought. The cold fingers on his chin startled him, a huff of pleasant surprise rushing out of him as Malfoy's lips hovered just a fraction of an inch away. "Your hair is a disaster you know? And when you're working in Potions you make these noises..." He was so close, his eyelids heavy and gaze stirring with a storm beneath them, each word settling like a pool of heat in Harry's stomach. In that moment Malfoy seemed ten feet tall, dwarfing Harry in all things. "You can't be missed and I knew...I knew it was you."

Harry felt caught, suspended above himself, looking down at him and Malfoy - a breath between them, Malfoy's hand of his face, the confession hanging in the air like a physical presence, and all Harry wanted to do was press forward and drown again. But his brain was dead, his chest pounding, the words echoing in his head in a way that he couldn't stop listening to.

But then the handcuffs clicked opened and clanked against the stone and Malfoy was out the door before Harry could blink.
TBC
AnonymousTigress: Thank you so much, I’m glad you’re liking it. Things really would be easier if the boys would just shut up and kiss eh?
Severus1snape: Hehe…oh no is your hubby going to come after me now?
Anon: Thank you! Yes, I can’t help but find a clueless Harry just so enduring.
Nikte: Thank you for reading and reviewing, I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Yes Draco is less than thrilled with his friends isn’t he? As for Ron and Hermione, well their scarce in this little fic. I get the feeling that Harry always thought his obsession with Draco wasn’t as horribly obvious as it was, so even though they’re in the background seeing everything, he’s very much just focused on Draco and himself right now. Though we will get to hear about their reaction, I promise.
Moodysavage: Thank you! Melt down moments, love how you put that :) A perfect description for this fic I think. So you called it, Draco knew it was him, your first review made me so happy because it was basically exactly what Draco was thinking throughout the whole thing.
Sara101: Ah thank you! Your comment made my day! It’s so nice hearing people enjoy my writing. Hopefully this update satisfies you and keeps you going for another week – only two more chapters to go!
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