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Earning a Name	By : Talin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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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Draco was rudely woken by Milly, immediately having her disproportioned hand stifle
any sound he might have made. He was a-- Right. Yesterday�s events caught up to
him, his look of indignation quickly turning to horror. A glance at his forearm
confirmed it was not all a bad dream, and he nearly broke down from that fact alone.

�You iz to
shower.� The elf told him. �Shower. Dry. Come
in dinning room. Wear what find on bed. Go now. Must finish before Master up.
Go.�

�Okay, okay.� he whispered back, shaking his head to clear
the cobwebs a bit. At least his� problem� from last night had disappeared. That
was something, right?

Having learned his lesson the last time around, Draco washed
quickly, drying himself and disposing of the towel before he even exited the
bathroom. As the elf said, there was a simple dressing robe waiting for him on
his unmade cot, from which he surmised that the elves were not going to clean
up after him unless they were given
no other choice. He slipped the dark blue robe on, sighing at the odd feeling
of wearing one without underwear. Still, it was better than going stalkers. He
only hesitated a moment before more or less making his bed, hurrying out of the
room as soundlessly as possible, lest Potter or Blaise
woke and confronted him about last night.

Some male
elf waited for him outside the room, telling him to hurry and follow him as
soon as Draco had eased the door shut. He knew the robe he had been allowed was
more than likely for Blaise�s benefit� either to make
Potter look less sadistic or to keep Blaise�s eyes
where they belonged. Either way, Draco would enjoy it while it lasted. The elf
insisted on showing Draco around, probably to save himself
from needing to escort him later, insisting that they had enough time before
his presence would be required in the dinning room for breakfast. Draco wanted to ask why, then, did they have
to wake him up so bloody early, but thought better of voicing his quarry.

�You eat there.� the elf pointed out, having finally made
his way to the room where he was to wait for Potter and Blaise
to arrive.

�There?� he asked incredulously,

�There.�

But� that that was a fucking pillow! How was he supposed to
reach the table from there, let alone eat?

�You kneel there. Milly echoed the
other elf�s words, albeit offering a bit more explanation. �You eat what master
gives.�

Draco must
have glared at her for a good minute, unbelieving that Potter would make him
eat out of his hand like some scruffy dog begging for dinner scraps. Merlin�
what if Potter made him beg for the
morsels as well?

�Sit.� Milly insisted, and as he
could hear footsteps nearing, he forced himself to comply. He had to sit on his legs, as sitting in the
more comfortable �indian style� would leave certain parts visible that he really did want to keep covered. There was a
cup near the table�s leg for him, hopefully with a self-refilling charm since
he doubted it could hold more that three or four sips of what looked to be
water. The door opened.

�Huh.� Blaise�s amused huff
greeted the room, �I�m actually here before him for once!�

Draco ducked slightly, watching the legs begin to walk about
the table. He did not want to be
alone with Potter�s fuckmate. He was instantly glad
his spot was on the far side of the table, literally furthest form the door
with the table and chairs screening him from Blaise�s
view. He wondered if the arrangement might have something to do with Potter not
wanting to be stabbed in the back while eating, though that kind of preventative
caution might still be beyond the Gryffindor�s
capacity.

�You�re up
early this morning, Blaise.�

�I noticed.�

�Slept well I hope?�

�Would have slept better were you there with me� or I with you.� Was Blaise
so forward, truly? Draco did Not want to hear
this.

�None of that now, Blaise.�
Potter chastised, pulling out his chair with a look at Draco. �Morning.�

It took him a moment to remember to respond, mumbling an
answering �Morning Master� before averting his gaze. Either Potter was not a morning person, or Draco had
already displeased him somehow.

�He�s here?�

�Yes Blaise, he still needs to eat
at times.� Potter sighed sarcastically at the other�s surprised exclamation,
settling himself. �Could you pass the jam?�

�I didn�t think you�d make him kneel at your feet Harry.�

�Thank you,� Potter responded, meaning the jam. �As for him,
I�ll trust you not commenting on what I do with what is mine and concentrate on
what you should be devoting your attention
to, lest I leave you to the attentions of your wife.�

�Oh leave the hag out of it.� Blaise
whined, �I was just surprised; no need to bring Pansy into this!�

He shied
away from Potter�s first few attempts to feed him, and not because he feared the
fork the morsels were on would poke his mouth. The forth time, however, Potter
seemingly had enough of Draco�s resistance. The
Gryffindor casually put down his knife, leaned over and caught Draco by his
poor hair, yanking it back sharply before once again offering the fork. Only
when Draco swallowed did the hand leave his locks, a tiny parting jerk warning
him not to defy him again. He wasn�t sure how many forkfuls he ended up eating,
all the while trying to ignore Blaise�s incessant
chatter, but the meal ended quite unceremoniously. Blaise
got up, thanked Potter for his hospitality, and proceeded to walk out, at which
Potter followed with a quick �go wait in the study.� directed at Draco as he
tossed his napkin onto the table. Now� if only Draco knew
where the study was.

~

�Blaise, wait.�

�Were you even listening to me, or was it too much to ask
now that you have your little pet?�

He was a long way from being a pet yet, and Harry wanted to
tell his bedmate that, but wasn�t sure if it would help or hurt his mood.

�You seem quite insistent on keeping him from me, at any
rate.� Blaise huffed,

�I need to teach him his place Blaise.
You know that as well as I do� letting you two have a
nice friendly chat right now would be quite counterproductive.�

�For fuck�s sake Har, he seemed
wonderfully cowed� kneeling at the ready. Just a little tug on his hair and I
bet he�d have taken something far bigger than your fork into his aristocratic
little mouth.�

�Will you stop it Blaise?� he
asked, running an agitated hand through his own messy locks, �and for your
earlier statement, �seem� is the operative word.�

�What do you want from him?�

�What?�

�What do you want from him? I was trying to figure it out,
but nothing really comes to mind.� Blaise told him,
more sincere than Harry had seen him in a long
time. �If you had wanted to simply extract revenge, you�d have had him
purpled by now, if not dead, and be in the process of shipping his carcass off
to daddy by nightfall. If you�d have
just wanted a fucktoy, something tells me my little
ass wouldn�t have had a chance at your attentions last night, and if you�d
wanted him for some secret feelings you harbor you wouldn�t be treating him as
you are. So, what do you want him for?�

�For
Merlin�s sake, I only got him yesterday� you really must have a low opinion of
me if you�d think he�d be dead or fucked raw by now!� Harry exclaimed,

�So you are trying
woo him in some twisted little way?�

�What? Blaise� you really are
mental.� him inlove with Malfoy� that�d be the day.

�True, you never were able
to keep secrets well� people would have noticed by now. What do you want him for then?�

�Honestly?� he waited for Blaise�s
nod, �I�m not sure. I want to get him back for everything he�s done� I want him
suffer. I want him to feel powerless and small. I want him to need things he
can�t ever attain and I want him to learn how hard it is to have to earn even the little things.�

�And you want to fuck him.�

�No woman or gay man who has laid eyes on him could claim
otherwise� the difference is, he�ll beg me before I
do.�

�Harsh, aren�t we?�

�And,� he couldn�t
help but add, �I�ll bask in the knowledge that I was the only one.�

�You can�t be
serious!�

�Slaves can�t lie.�

Harry had
been walking Blaise to the door the entire time, glad
that they parted on far more amicable terms than his quick exit had
foreshadowed. Their relationship was a loose liaison that seemed entirely
comprised of sex and lax breakfasts thereafter, lacking any true emotional
involvement on either side. They both were free to pursue other engagements, as
Blaise often did, his problem with the new slave
mostly stemming from fear of something permanent that would outright denounce
the need for their coupling altogether. Apparently, Harry was better than Blaise�s other boys. He turned towards his study, knowing
the elves would have made sure nothing was touched by the blonde. He smirked at
the slave�s attitude at breakfast, knowing he would have to tread a very thin
line if he wanted to achieve what he had set to. He hadn�t outright lied to Blaise, but there was
more to it than that. The blonde would have to become what Harry wanted,
and until then he�d have to suffer for his lack. Harry was not going to show him the way, only punish him for veering off the
path.

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