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Loyalties	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5764 -:- 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
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Author's Notes: Hey, thanks for all the lovely reviews! I finished the the bloody thing, and ch6 will be posted asap and it is done (unless I find atrocious spelling mistakes after reading it on AFF.) Hope you all enjoy!
Tommy-Lane: Thanks so much for the extra sweetness! I guess I say little plot because I tend to focus so much on those quirky character interactions I love so much. I know the plot is happening, just usually in those little down moments when the action is quiet so less noticeable and fun. I actually really appreciate your lengthy replies, get me all fangirlish. ^^
Seika: You are a terrible person for putting ideas in my head. XD I was just reading this article on the importance of conflict when righting romance novels, and then your review popped up and I outlined a 26 chapter fic with Harry and Tom fighting over Draco, instead of working on any of my other stories. Gah. @_@ And then I wrote the first two chapters. Damn.
ChaosLady: He sure is, and isn't it wonderful!

CH5
“Damn it Malfoy, put your wand down!”
Draco had never heard Hermione swear. Part of him wanted to laugh out loud at the outlandishness of it. But mostly, he really wanted to hex someone, and Hermione was standing in the way of Lavender, his current target.
Lavender Brown, giggling like an idiot during potions while she whispered to Seamus about Harry running off to get away from Malfoy, had been the last straw for Draco's questionable sanity. He was fairly certain of this fact, holding his wand chest level with the annoying bint. It seemed the other Gryffindors were certain of it as well since they were all pointing wands at him.
“Listen, Malfoy,” Ron said carefully, trying to calm things before Lavender ended up in smoldering pieces. “We don't want to hurt you. Really, Harry would get pissed. But you need to stop what you're doing.”
Draco glared, still staring the girl down as if doing so long enough would make her incinerate before his eyes.
He was losing his shit. Draco knew it since Harry had failed to show up on Monday... Fine, since last week when he had first gotten the scent of Harry and sex and needed to claim the pain in the ass. He was not being himself, he understood. But really, Draco didn't fucking care anymore.
“Tell me where Potter is.” Still pointing his wand at Lavender, Draco turned his gaze to Ron. “Tell me, or she's going to be missing fingers.”
Ron blanched, grabbed Lavender by the shoulders and pulled her aside. “Stop being an ass, Malfoy. You don't need to threaten anyone.”
Eyes narrowed back to Lavender, Draco was pretty sure it hadn't been a threat but a promise.
“For gods sake, Malfoy. Calm down.” Hermione said irritably. “Harry will be back soon. He just had some family problems to deal with that took longer then planned. Put your wand away already.”
Draco slowly and reluctantly put his wand in his pocket, still glaring at the annoying twit who would dare suggest Harry had left him. “When? It's already fucking Wednesday. When will he be back?”
“We don't know. Some sort of legal confusion came about. He needed to get all his things from the house and store them. He didn't go into it with us too much, just said he was busy.” Now that Draco had disarmed, the rest of the Gryffindors did as well, although Lavender was walked to the other side of the classroom to finish her work away from Draco.
“Doesn't your bond tell you stuff like this?” Seamus asked. “Like, he's alive and okay?”
Draco snarled and sat heavily on the nearest desk. “No. Not without him biting back, the fucking ass.” Fucking stupid Potter. Why hadn't Harry told him he was going to be late? Shit, why the fuck did he even have to care that Harry hadn't told him? Fucking hell.
“When did you speak to him last?” Draco asked, needing to know as much as possible to stop his whirling mind. Because Draco still wasn't sure Harry was okay. Harry would have told him he was going to be late... right?
“Sunday evening. Harry's guardians went out for the weekend, even though they had arranged the time for him to get his stuff. They had to be there for the pickup.”
“But, thats days ago. How long is he going to wait?”
Ron shrugged. “Probably as long as they take. They're really terrible people.”
Draco scowled, staring at his shoes. This was fucking miserable, caring all the time. And it wasn't a nice, bearable quiet caring. No, it was this loud, retarded aching caring that made Draco want to hurt people. Or maybe just slam his head into the wall really hard a couple hundred times to stop having to feel anything at all. Fucking Potter.
“Someone, one of you lot, is going to tell me when he gets back,” Draco demanded. “The very fucking instant, or so help me, I will hunt each and every one of you down and put you next to my Slytherin brethren on the walls. Got it?”
The Gryffindors glared at Draco, like the stubborn lions they were. But then Ron chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “You're fucking worried about him. Holy shit. This has got to be the craziest thing yet. And the two of you have been acting really crazy.”
“...Shut up, Weasley,” Draco huffed, crossing back to his own seat. That cheered Draco a bit, knowing that Harry had been acting just as messed up as Draco. But Harry wasn't there, and that was just beyond unforgivable.
“The very instant!” He shouted to Ron, who laughed out loud in reply. Fucking Gryffindors.
*****
Harry, through no fault of his own, had been delayed for greater reasons then just the disagreeable Dursleys. Lucius Malfoy, shining blond hair and icy cold stare had cornered him outside of Gringotts on Wednesday morning, demanding—and he stressed demanding—to know what Harry had done to his son.
Harry did not feel like going into the many sordid details of what he and Draco had been up to, enjoyable as they were, and instead asked for a little more information to what Lucius was referring to.
“Do not play dumb with me, Mr. Potter. I have the official documents right here.” Lucius pulled a scroll from his pocket and unfurled it angrily. “He's bitten you. Claimed you. The damn Goblins need me to sign off on how to handle the bond gift. What the hell has happened?”
Ah. Wizards and there insistence on paper trails. Harry eyed Lucius, trying to figure out where all the anger was coming from. Lucius was no longer aligned with Voldemort, so it couldn't be that. Maybe because Harry was a half-blood? Or a male? Or maybe just because he was Harry Potter, blah fucking blah of the wizarding world.
“I don't know what I'm supposed to say here, Mr. Malfoy. You have the paper work. I think its pretty clear what has happened.”
Lucius shook his head sharply, cold anger radiating beneath his pristine exterior. Harry was reminded strongly of Draco, before the prat opened his mouth and started hexing. But Lucius apparently had far more control. “No, it is not. The bond is incomplete. You're making a mockery of him and the Malfoy name.”
Harry blinked, very much confused. “Wait... so you want me to claim your son?'
“Harry, I want you to ensure that Draco is not some unloved, unsupported jest. We purebloods take bonding very seriously. His mother has been having a fit since nothing has been received to reflect that you reciprocate his attention. He is of age. He is attractive, powerful and wealthy. Get on with it already.”
It was a very strange day, Harry decided. Very strange. Hell, Lucius was talking to Harry like he was an actual person. Rudely still, but one couldn't expect miracles.
“Listen, Mr. Malfoy... err, Lucius. If it will set your mind at ease, I plan on claiming Draco.”
“When? It's been nearly a week.” Lucius demanded tightly, but his frown had lost a bit of its edge.
“When the prat can admit to his feelings,” Harry snapped back. He gave Lucius an accessing look, wondering if Draco's parents were the reason the boy was so messed up emotionally. “This is between your son and I. I apologize if it's causing you any inconvenience, but it's none of your bloody business.”
Lucius glared long moments, and then relaxed, his tension dissipating like a sudden summer shower. “We will have you over to the Manor, once your school is out. Narcissa would like the opportunity to offer formal congratulations, as would the rest of the family.” Lucius smiled then, still a bit grim, but a smile nevertheless.
Harry stared in shock, waiting to be hexed. There was no way Lucius Malfoy was smiling at Harry, especially after hearing he was bonding with Draco.
“Er... Okay. If Draco agrees...”
“He'll be ecstatic,” Lucius said assuredly, and damn near polite. Harry looked around warily, wondering if someone was waiting to spring. This was bizarre...
He decided he wasn't falling for it. Harry pinned Lucius with a piercing stare and stepped forward. “What the hell are you playing at? You're going to pretend you're happy about this? I'm fucking your son—no parent is happy about that. Especially not the ex-lapdog of Voldemort.”
Lucius sighed in exasperation. “Potter, he is my son. My only child. And he has been infatuated with you for years. I knew this day was coming, and I prepared accordingly.”
“What...” Harry narrowed his eyes, pretty sure Lucius was full of shit. “You left the Dark Lord for Draco?”
“I left because You-Know-Who has become so weak and insane that its only a matter of time before he loses. Draco is of age. His choices are his own. But,” Lucius paused, his frown a deep line in his face, “Draco was going to choose you. And he would have had to leave us to do so. I did not want that to be an option. It was fortuitous that my decision also took that situation away.”
This was fucking insane. Thankfully, Harry was saved the annoyance of having to believe and appreciate Lucius's intentions— there was only so much one could handle in a day— by a sudden explosion of light and wind as a spell bounced by. Exchanging glances with Lucius, Harry grabbed the man's arm and dragged him behind the large marble slab with the bank's name emblazoned on it. Spells flew overhead, and then a loud crack and explosion.
And if to prove how ridiculous the day was insisting on getting, together Lucius and Harry fired spells back, until the air was filled with dust and flashes of light. Then suddenly an earth shattering crack filled their ears, the ground gave way and darkness fell.
It was Bellatrix. A crazed insane Bellatrix, that on seeing her brother-in-law talking with the boy who lived, hadn't been able to figure out who to kill first, so she had attempted to take them both out at the same time.
Which was fine, because Lucius made a surprisingly good shield when he pulled Harry up from the underground cavern he had nearly fallen to his death down. “Come on Potter. Before the bitch gets here.”
Harry stood wavering, trying to figure out what the loud ringing in his ears was. Then he saw her, dark hair crackling like snakes around her head as she cast another spell from across the plaza. Harry raised his wand to defend himself, but Lucius had already bounced the energy back before it even reached them.
Lucius was pushing Harry towards the bank doors, trying to get him to safety as Bellatrix raised more power. “Quickly Potter. Get out of here!”
It was the angry snarl on Lucius's face, Harry realized right before his beast roared up and took him over. It was too much like Draco's and Harry would never let anyone hurt Draco. While Lucius looked on, shield raised to protect them, Harry killed Bellatrix.
*****
It was blackness itself when Draco woke up. Strange, unfamiliar sensations were assaulting him. He was cold... and something was on his face... fabric. His arms felt heavy... but, no. He was standing?
Draco shook at his weariness, trying to figure out what was going on. He couldn't see. There was a pressure over his eyelids reminiscent of a blindfold. His feet were cold, bare on the stone floor. And his arms heavy and held above his head with chains. But different from before... These were warm and leather instead of the cold pinch of hard metal.
He was nude. Nude and stretched out in the dark, Harry's scent strong in the air around him.
“I'm right here,” Harry murmured, hand brushing Draco's shoulder. Harry's voice sounded unusual, hoarse and low as if he'd been yelling long hours. And when he pressed his mouth to Draco's cheek, Draco could smell dust and the faint tang of blood.
“Why am I here?” Draco asked, his mouth dry. Harry hummed into the flesh below Draco's ear, licking slowly.
“Oh, I think you may know...”
“Harry...” Draco wanted to yell, snap at the idiot for taking off and not telling him. But Harry had pressed his body up against his, and Draco couldn't help but gasp at the bare smooth flesh rubbing against his. “Oh hell...”
“Either I have a kink... which if you could see yourself, you really wouldn't blame me, Draco. Or maybe... maybe I thought we could try this particular night all over again.” Harry suggested, hands moving up to Draco's arms and slowly pulling down, over his chest and sides and settling on his hips.
“Oh gods... do me Potter... Don't fucking hesitate and just fuck me,” Draco moaned, hips thrusting forward.
Harry chuckled, low and dark, and bit Draco's shoulder hard. Draco cried out, back arching as he tried to move into Harry's embrace. But Harry was elusive, slipping back and sliding hands over Draco as he walked around him.
“I'm going to fuck you, don't worry about that. But... when, well that's up to you.” Harry pressed his palm against the side of Draco's erection, and Draco tried to thrust into it. But then Harry slipped away again.
“Potter, fucking... oh!” Harry's fingers were suddenly moving down the crack of his ass, thumb pressing in and stretching his hole.
“You just have to tell me what I already know, Draco...” Harry leaned his chest against Draco's back, pressing his hardness into his ass and grinding. “Its very simple... You just have to tell me who you belong to...”
Draco gave a shattered moan, not sure if it was Harry's cock or words that were making him feel so hot and weak.
“Hmm... you like that, do you?” Harry asked, running his hands over Draco's stomach and then up to his chest. He slowly plucked one nipple, and then the other, rolling and squeezing while Draco whimpered at the touch.
“...Harry?” Draco whispered, head falling back against Harry's shoulder.
“Yes?” Harry gently kissed the boy's cheek, and then his chin, moving up to press kisses to his nose and forehead and other cheek.
“I... I don't know how...” Draco breathed out, pressing his face into Harry's hands as the boy followed his kisses with touches, ending on his jaw to firmly turn Draco's head and kiss him deep.
Harry drank of him, hot and suffocatingly sweet, pulling Draco's tongue into his mouth, fingers moving down his throat and caressing. And in the dark it was somehow more consuming, pulling Draco's heart, making it well and burn until Draco felt the sting of tears. And then the trickle as they spilled over and streaked down his face.
Harry felt the wetness on his hand, pulling away to lick up Draco's face. “That's it, beautiful... Let go...”
“N-no...” Draco didn't want to let go. He didn't want to feel so damn much when Harry touched him. Even though he had missed it. Even though he had ached each night in the dark, hoping Harry would come for him to quench the fire raging inside... It was just too much to feel.
Harry moved around Draco, drawing him forward, pulling him tight against his chest. He cupped his hands to Draco's face, fingers brushing softly. And then his lips were pressing to Draco's again, somehow even softer then before, just a feather of pressure.
Draco gasped into the kiss, warm liquid pooling in his stomach and leaving him oddly rubbery in the knees. “Harry...” he groaned, panting against Harry's lips.
Harry let his fingers move back, tangling in Draco's hair and massaging into his scalp. “Yes, Draco?”
“I... I want to see you.” Draco sighed, head moving back into the soothing fingers.
“Tell me you want me.” Harry tugged ever so gently at Draco's hair, fingers digging in for the slightest of moments.
“Oh... I want you...” Draco whispered.
“Louder,” Harry pressed, tugging again, a little harder.
Draco groaned, mouth seeking out Harry's lips, but the boy was staying just out of reach. “I want you,” He said loud and clear. He felt as Harry's fingers moved and unfurled the blindfold from his eyes.
Out of the darkness lit by soft candle light, Harry's face came into view. The gorgeous boy's eyes were glowing green in the low light, and... Draco blinked, leaning his face forward and licking up Harry's cheek.
“What's happened? You're covered in dried blood.”
“I'm fine, Draco. Just had an interesting day...” Harry let Draco clean his cheek with his tongue, and then turned his head so the boy could bite at his ear the way he liked so much. Then Harry pulled away and began to kiss down Draco's throat, wide slick kisses that had Draco bucking his hips.
Harry hovered over one of Draco's nipples, fanning hot breath over the little nub. Draco wiggled, trying to get Harry to lick already. “Tell me you need me,” Harry said with a smirk, meeting Draco's eyes as the boy glared down at him. When Draco didn't answer right away, Harry extended his tongue, centimeters from actually touching the pick ache.
“Fuck... fine. I need you. I fucking need you,” Draco muttered. Then Harry touched his sensitive nipple and all annoyance left Draco to the sensation of tongue and mouth and sucking and teeth nipping in. “Oh, yes... fuck, Harry. Fuck, I need you...”
Harry spent long, wet moments on each of Draco's nipples, hands holding the boy still as he shook before him. And then he was moving down again, hot mouth tasting Draco's ribs, and stomach and belly button. He lapped slowly down Draco's naval, tongue oh so close to Draco's straining erection, when he stopped again.
“Tell me you love me.”
Draco had been expecting another demand, just not that particular demand. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back to block out Harry's haunting gaze. “Fuck... I can't... Don't make me...”
Harry stood, soothing fingers into Draco's jaw, and dropping kisses over the boy's face.
“Tell me,” he insisted, tongue and teeth marking Draco's pale skin. “I love you Draco. I adore everything about you, from your nasty attitude to your sweet, painful tears when it feels just so good,” Harry whispered into Draco's skin, feeling the boy's breathing increase.
“I love how fucking stubborn you are... and brilliant... and mean, you fucking prat. Now tell me,” Harry demanded, pulling back to stare into the awed silver gaze.
“Tell me you love me.”
Draco slowly licked his lips, feeling pinned under Harry's eyes more effectively then the chains keeping him standing. “I... ah, I love you,” Draco breathed out, his face turning red the moment the words echoed in the room.
Harry didn't let him duck his head, cupping Draco's cheeks and kissing him gently, achingly sweet, until Draco's head swam.
“Say it again, beautiful. I want to hear it again...” Harry slid his tongue over Draco's bottom lip, pulling and nipping and finally releasing.
“...I love you, Harry,” Draco murmured, feeling dazed and very much on fire.
“Yes... again...” Harry's hands slid down Draco's back, down to his smooth ass and then the crack between.
“Oh... oh fuck... Harry, uhhn...” Draco whimpered, Harry's long fingers dipping inside him without hesitation, delving deep inside his hole and stretching. “...love you...”
Giving Draco a final heated kiss, Harry knelt and ran his tongue over Draco's long length, stretching his lips wide and taking the boy deep inside him. Draco howled above him. Harry glanced up, catching the blazing silver gaze as he relaxed and let Draco fuck his mouth, while Harry continued to stretch his entrance.
Draco's thrusts were slow, trying to contain himself with the fingers filling him so fully and Harry sucking so completely, cheeks hollow, tongue flat and rubbing everywhere it reached. “Oh fuck, Harry...” Draco pleaded, the damn tears finding escape from his eyes again. “Harry.”
Harry slowly released Draco's slick cock and licked up the sides a final time in parting. Then he was standing again, pulling his fingers out of Draco's tightness and gripping his pale thigh up and around Harry's hip. Harry guided the head of his cock to Draco's hole, rubbing slowly but not breaching in.
“Last one, love,” Harry said breathlessly, mouth moving to Draco's ear. “Who do you belong to?'
Draco closed his eyes, breathing out slowly. “You, Harry.”
“Say it all,” Harry insisted, biting the curl of Draco's ear.
“I... Draco Malfoy... belong to Harry James Potter...” Draco gaped, eyes fluttering as Harry pushed into him slowly, just the tip sinking in and stretching him wide.
“You do, Draco. You really fucking do... Tell me why.” Harry's voice had grown so rough, so low it was hard to hear, and Draco turned his head so he could read the boy's swollen lips.
“Because I love you... Because I need you and want you... And because you're fucking mine, Harry. You are mine,” Draco added with a groan, Harry thrusting in, sliding deeper, and sinking until Draco was fully impaled. “Fuck yes...”
Harry kissed him, demanding with sharp teeth and long tongue as he slowly fucked Draco, the boy clinging to his chains to keep from collapsing.
“Harry... please...” Draco gasped between kisses. “Need it now... right fucking now...”
“You're mine,” Harry whispered, pulling from Draco's lips and moving to his throat. “You're fucking mine, beautiful. All mine. Always.”
“Always,” Draco repeated, feeling Harry's breath and then teeth as they scraped across his throat. “Yes...”
Harry sunk his teeth in, cruelly clamping on Draco's throat and holding still as the boy thrashed in his arms and around his cock. He raised his magic as Draco's blood spilled, bonding Draco and his beast to him, to him forever... or until Draco finally snapped and killed him...
“Harry... Harry... yes... oh harder...” Draco cried, rocking his hips and bearing down to remind Harry that he was still very much inside him.
Harry complied, hips thrusting in awkward, heavy thrusts that Draco responded to with broken sobs and bruised hips as the boy tried to get closer, tried to bury Harry completely inside. Then Draco was arching, ass clenching tight around Harry.
Harry couldn't hold back anymore and came, spilling into Draco. He quickly wrapped his fingers around Draco's flushed cock trapped between their bodies, pumping until Draco came with a final sob, hot fluids dripping over Harry's stomach and hands.
They stood long moments, Harry still binding him, still claiming him deep inside, unwilling to let Draco go until he was one hundred percent certain the bond was beyond impossible to break.
“Harry... I feel it,” Draco exclaimed, eyes opening, head falling forward to nuzzle into Harry's dusty hair. “Your heart... your emotions... your ache. I can feel it all.”
Furrowing his brow, Harry finally extracted his teeth from Draco's throat, licking thoroughly to catch all the slick red dripping down over the pale flesh. He quirked a smile, feeling Draco's awe... and dare he say, genuine affection spiral through to him.
Harry reached up, releasing Draco from his chains and then lifting the boy, legs wrapped around his waist. They didn't have far to go, Harry turning and walking Draco to his bed, laying him down among the cool sheets and slipping in with him, bodies entwined.
And if Harry mumbled just how much Draco was his as he caressed and licked Draco's sweat soaked flesh, Draco showed no annoyance to it, verbally or mentally.
“Harry, what happened?” Draco finally asked again once Harry had finished his delicious ritual of licking and tasting every inch of him. “You have some bad bruises.”
Harry sighed heavily, burying his face into Draco's throat. “I... killed someone today.”
Draco, eyes having drifted shut, shot awake at that, glancing at Harry's dusty locks. “On purpose?”
“Very much that.” Harry muttered.
Draco relaxed, because if Harry was killing on purpose then he had a damn proper moral reason for it. “I'm glad you're okay. I was... well, worried, I guess.”
Harry smirked into Draco's throat and then nipped sharply. “Ron told me. I figured I should get down here in person instead of risking one of them to tell you I was back.”
Draco's scowl was short lived, Harry licking over his mark possessively stealing his anger away.
“...It was your Aunt.”
Draco glanced again at Harry's hair, hand resting now in the thick dark mess and massaging deep. He could feel Harry's self loathing, dark and bitter. “Bella was a psycho bitch. Her existence was agony for her, never mind the people she inflicted it upon. It was a mercy, Harry.”
Draco waited, breath held as he felt the self loathing fade, although heavy guilt remained... and then awe. Awe as Harry raised himself and stared down at Draco's face.
“You astound me sometimes,” Harry murmured, kissing Draco soft and wet. And if Draco felt a bit of awe himself that Harry could ever look at him that way, Harry showed no annoyance to it verbally or mentally.
Instead the emotionally exhausted Gryffindor began biting down Draco's chest and navel, quickly raising Draco's energy, waking his beast and demanding the Slytherin fuck him until unconscious. And neither had any negative thought or annoyance to that idea at all, Draco burying deep into Harry, pulling long, heated cries from his lover until spiraling down into peaceful, dark sleep.
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