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Chapter List
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Thanks again for the reviews! For those worried about Harry
caving too easily: I can promise that the story is not completely smooth
sailing on Draco�s part from here on out. For one thing, there is this chapter.

Chapter 7- Harry�s Resolve

�� Harry
opened his eyes before Draco woke him again, but this awakening was
considerably less pleasant than the other. This time, he remembered immediately
what had happened.

�� He stifled
a groan, but only because he was sure that Draco would take that sound as
evidence that it was time to begin molesting him. His mind was still rather
locked on what had happened.

�� Waves of
shame sped over him, followed by a wave of mingled fear and frustration. I�m
not going to win this game if I give in so easily every time he touches me.
Enjoying the food and the rest is one thing. That�s- what happened during that
massage was obscene, and not something that needs to happen in order to make me
feel better. What would I be like as an Auror if I just melted for every Death
Eater who offers me a massage?

�� He would
need to take precautions against his sickening vulnerability. It was just like
finding out he had an old wound causing him new trouble, Harry tried to
reassure himself. He hadn�t known about it. Now he did. Luckily, he had caught it
outside of a fatal battle. And unlike a wound that the Healers couldn�t cure,
there were spells that could fix this- condition.

�� For
which I need my wand.

�� Harry bit
his lip, while making sure his body stayed relaxed, so that he would appear
asleep if Draco glanced at him. I need to convince him to trust me, so that
he gives me my wand. And if I violate my side of the bargain too openly, then
he won�t have any incentive to keep his.

�� But if
he throws me out of his own free will...

�� Surely
even his patience isn�t infinite.

�� Harry had
decided on a new plan by then. He had to make Draco give him his wand, probably
by reminding him that he�d given his word not to run away. And then he would
proceed to be so annoying that Draco would get rid of him. Draco was expecting
distinctly adult behavior from Harry. Behaving like a child wouldn�t be
hard, and would probably disgust Draco enough to disrupt this strange
attraction or obsession he had for Harry.

�� Harry no
illusions that this would be easy. This was the man who had stalked him for two
years rather than admit that he simply had no chance and should look elsewhere,
for someone who would be glad to give him what he wanted. But Harry was also
sure that he would win in the end. Draco�s liking for a comfortable life and a
partner who wouldn�t constantly fight him had to be stronger.

�� He was
going to be careful. He was going to be on his guard. He was going to improve
his health and, at the same time, avoid the traps his own body was setting for
him.

�� He congratulated
himself on his plan just as a hand descended on his shoulder, gently shaking
him, and a soft voice whispered, �Harry? We should get dressed, so that we can
attend the dinner with my mother.�

�� Harry let
out a long groan, as if waking for the first time, and then froze in the act of
stretching his arms above his head. �Malfoy,� he breathed, �please tell me we
didn�t do what I think we did.�

�� Draco,�
Malfoy said, sounding annoyed. Improvement number one, Harry decided, as
he blinked sleepily and let his eyes open. �And no, Harry, we didn�t have sex.
You simply react well to being touched.� The lazy amusement was back in his
voice. To demonstrate his point, Harry supposed- he couldn�t think of any other
reason for it- he reached out and ran his hand through Harry�s hair.

�� That lit
sparks of feeling all through his body, and made him pant. Harry ignored
the sensation as well as he could, though, and pulled away with a sigh, meeting
Malfoy�s gaze. �You�ve made your point. Draco.� The other man smirked
and nodded. Harry added, �Can I have my wand back, please?�

�� Draco
frowned. �Why do you need it?�

�� Harry
sighed and looked away as if reluctant to confess something. �I- you�re
probably going to think this is silly, but- �

�� Harry,
no.� His voice had softened, and the next moment the bed dipped as he crawled
in beside him, arms looping over his shoulders. �Considering what I�ve done to
get my hands on you, I�m not in the position to call what anyone else does
silly.�

�� Harry felt
a small, squirming worm of guilt take up residence in his gut, but he crushed
it ruthlessly. He hadn�t asked Draco to do this. If his heart was really going
to be broken- which Harry didn�t believe; he thought it far more likely that
Draco would sulk and rage like a petulant child- then he was the one who�d put
himself in the way of getting it broken. No one had prevented him from wanking
off to Harry from a distance, and then marrying some pure-blood girl and
having several dozen Malfoy children. Any gentleness or tenderness he showed stemmed
from his obsession. Harry had to remember that.

�� I can�t
stop thinking like an Auror,� Harry confessed, bowing his head. �I can�t stop
thinking of you as an enemy and believing I have to find my wand so I can
escape. If I had my wand with me, I think I�d be calmer.�

�� Or you
might want to hex me the next time I tried to teach you something,� Draco
muttered.

�� I meant
what I said,� Harry said earnestly. �You can have a month.� You won�t keep
me around for long, though. You�re the one who�s going to break the bargain. �But
can I please have my wand back? I promise, I won�t try to leave the
Manor.�

�� Draco
considered what he�d said for a long moment. Harry swallowed his bile at the
thought of having to beg. He�d done worse in other hostage situations. And long
before the end, Draco would despair of having ever invited Harry into his home.

�� Very
well,� said Draco at last. �I�ll have Trippy bring it to you, along with the
clothes you�re wearing for tonight.� He gripped Harry�s shoulders and gave them
a little shake. �But you have to promise me that you won�t hex me, or my
mother, or even Severus if you see him.�

�� I
promise,� said Harry. �The only magic I intend to use is on myself. A few
calming spells, for example.�

�� Draco
smiled slightly, then called for the house-elf, without taking his eyes from
him. Harry was sure he thought he knew everything. That gaze was meant to say
he could read the hidden depths of Harry�s mind, and nothing there was a
surprise to him.

�� He
wishes.

�� Trippy
appeared with a bang, and set down a carefully folded pile of cloth in the
center of the room, then carried over his wand with a shake of her ears. �Has
Master Harry been a good boy?� she demanded.

�� Master
Harry�s been a very good boy,� said Draco. �He�s agreed to stay here and help
cure himself of his sickness.�

�� The elf
clapped her hands, making Harry wince; that was all he needed now, to have his
wand broken by an elf�s enthusiastic applause. �That is being wonderful news,
Master Draco!� she squeaked. �So he can have his wand now?�

�� Yes,
Trippy, he can.�

�� She handed
it over. Harry sighed in relief to feel the familiar length of holly and
phoenix feather in his hand once more, and nonverbally cast the spell he�d been
thinking of, one that would deaden the nerves in the top layer of his skin.
Healers used it when they had to apply creams that would otherwise itch
intolerably.

�� A cold
feeling washed over him, like being under the Disillusionment Charm, and then
the rustle of the blankets against his skin dimmed and, to Harry�s delight, so
did the burning presence of Draco�s hands on his shoulders. Harry relaxed with
a slumped little sigh.

�� You do
seem calmer.� Draco sounded startled. Expecting me to use the spells for
some nefarious purpose, no doubt, Harry thought, opening a lazy eye. �Well,
then. Time to see the clothes you have to wear for dinner.�

�� Harry
sighed and sat up. �I�m sure it�s a torture worthy of others you�ve planned for
me.�

�� Clothes
that actually fit you,� Draco said sharply, gesturing for Trippy to hold the
robes up. �Is that such a torture, Harry?�

�� Sarcasm
annoys him. Excellent. Harry sighed again rather than give the smile he
wanted to. �It demands on how poncey they are,� he murmured.

�� Draco
ground his teeth. Harry felt like cheering. I�m going to make life as
uncomfortable for you in the next few weeks as you�ve made it for me, Draco.
Even if you stick out the month, you won�t want me around ever again.

�� Let the
fun begin.

*

�� Draco was
growing more annoyed by the moment, which he knew he couldn�t show. He�d
thought- foolishly, it appeared now- that after the massage Harry would have to
admit that he was right, and that he needed this holiday for himself, not just
to improve his record as an Auror. But of course that would be common sense,
and of course Harry would never do that.

�� He appeared
to have withdrawn, again, and even when Draco made his pupils dilate by the
simple act of running his hand through his hair, he didn�t acknowledge it. Now
he watched the formal robes that Draco had chosen for him with a faint
half-smile that made Draco want to shake him.

�� He forced
himself to take a deep breath and regain his self-control. And what would
Harry Potter know about fine fashion? I should have known that he would pull a
stupid trick like this. He claims not to care about food, why should he care
about robes?

�� So, of
course, the trick became making him look so fine that he would have to admit
it. Draco rather liked the half-helpless Harry he�d had under his hands on the
massage table. Of course, getting there was fun, but Draco was frustrated that
Harry had rebuilt his walls so quickly and completely.

�� Stand up,
Harry,� he said, and shook out the robes, which were a dark color just between
black and deep green. �Let me slip this on you.�

�� Shouldn�t
Trippy help me dress?� Harry asked, even as he stood and turned his back to
Draco. �I thought that was the practice in pure-blood houses.�

�� Draco�s
fingers twitched with the urge to touch. Harry had lost weight when he began
his ridiculous self-destructive practices, but nothing had yet affected the
smooth expanse of his back, which saw just enough sun to keep it tanned, or the
tightness of his muscles. Draco blinked when his eyes wandered to the curve of
Harry�s arse, and stepped up behind him, holding out the robe.

�� Solemnly,
he helped Harry into one sleeve and then another, and then draped his arms over
his shoulders to begin the buttons. To his disappointment, the biggest reaction
Harry showed was to lightly swat his hands away and murmur, �I knew what
buttons were before I came to Malfoy Manor, thanks.�

�� Draco
stepped back and let him finish the buttoning. He smiled despite himself when
Harry was done, and conjured a full-length mirror between Harry and the wall
with a wave of his wand. Harry seemed a bit startled when it appeared, but
looked at his reflection obediently.

�� Look at
you,� Draco breathed. The robes were dark enough to make Harry�s green eyes
positively shine, which was the main reason Draco had chosen them, but they
also fit, unlike the majority of his clothes. Harry appeared to have carried
the bad habit of buying only clothes that were too large for him out of
childhood. This let a viewer actually have some idea of what Harry�s body
looked like. �And you wonder why I want you, Harry?�

�� I don�t
see what�s so great.�

�� Harry�s
voice was perfectly perfunctory, even dismissive. Draco ground his teeth, and
snapped at Trippy, �Bring my own robes.�

�� Yes,
Master Malfoy,� she said meekly, and vanished.

�� Draco
stepped forward and caught Harry�s elbow. �Must you be so difficult when we�re
about to meet my mother?� he whispered.

�� Harry�s
eyes widened a bit, then narrowed. Draco couldn�t identify the emotion that had
gone through them.

�� Of course
not,� he said. �I had forgotten that, to be honest. I promise that I�ll be on
my best behavior, Draco.�

*

��

�� I�ll get
to make a fool of Draco in front of his mother! Oh, all of this is working out
so much better than I imagined at first.

�� Trippy
reappeared with a set of robes that Draco climbed into. Harry supposed the
robes, a pale color somewhere between white and blue, were fine enough if you
liked your clothes high-class and snobby. Only when Draco took his arm and
stood in front of the mirror did Harry realize that Draco had probably chosen
them because of the contrast they made with Harry�s dark robes.

�� Oh, for
God�s sake.

�� Harry had
not appreciated being made a display of when he was the Boy-Who-Lived, and he
didn�t enjoy it now, either. He barely kept himself from tugging his arm away
with the reminder that he couldn�t allow Draco to win in this game of
annoyance.

�� Shall we
go?� he asked, pasting on a large, fake smile.

�� Draco
tossed his head, which Harry supposed came from his refusal to say anything
nice about the robes. �First, Trippy is going to brush our hair,� he said. �You
might be accustomed to going to dinner with your hair looking like two doves
used it for a nest, Harry, but some of us have higher standards.�

�� Of
course,� said Harry, bowing his head with a little sigh as Trippy climbed up on
the bed with a comb. �I�m afraid that I just don�t fit in here, Draco. Sorry
for embarrassing you.�

�� Draco�s
eyes narrowed suspiciously, but then Trippy was attending to her task, and
Harry was busy being pleased that the pulling of the comb barely affected him
at all. Draco waited until Trippy largely gave up on Harry�s hair and moved on
to his. Then he tilted back his head with a luxurious sigh, as though to show
Harry how the attentions of house-elves should be appreciated.

�� Harry
watched in spite of himself. Draco�s own blond hair parted around the comb much
more easily than his own ragged curls did, and he appeared to enjoy the
grooming at least as much as a poodle. Harry bit his lip against a growing
grin, but then Draco caught his eye through the strands and smiled a slow,
sensual smile of his own that made Harry feel a tug of heat in his stomach.

�� He looked
away hastily. It�s only disgust, he reassured himself. It�s one thing
to be affected by him when he actually touches me- and I�ve taken steps against
that- but I�m not allowed to go and find him attractive.

�� Draco had
the nerve to moan softly then; apparently, the comb was stirring feelings in
him unrelated to a formal dinner. Harry felt the heat in his stomach grow worse,
as if someone were pouring butter down his throat.

�� If he
thought about it, it was rather heady, to have all that attention focused on
him, and Draco didn�t seem as if he would be losing interest any time soon.
Would it be so bad just to give in and let-

�� Yes!
Harry told himself hastily. Yes, it would be, damn it! This is based on
Draco wanting things from you that you�re never going to give him. You�re not
gay, remember?

�� Draco must
have moved forward, because Harry abruptly felt his warmth much closer to his
back than before. He turned, because hot breath on the back of his neck still
seemed to affect him negatively in spite of the nerve-deadening spell, but that
only gave him another unwelcome surprise.

�� Draco
leaned forward and kissed him.

�� Harry was
relieved to find that his lips weren�t as sensitive as the rest of his body,
but that only lasted a moment. Then he became uncomfortably aware that Draco
meant business, and had experience that he didn�t. The tongue that had slipped
inside his mouth flicked here and there, as if touching multiple places meant
Harry would be more interested, and that seemed to be correct. Then Draco went
back to slipping his tongue alongside Harry�s, which jostled like several
needles prickling him all at once.

�� Harry told
himself he was only moving his tongue because it would have seemed suspicious
if he didn�t, given their bargain. Besides, shifting his tongue around to get
it out of the way didn�t count as returning the kiss, did it?

�� All right,
maybe it did when he moved it into Draco�s mouth.

�� At that
point, he backed off with a gasp. �Should we arrive for dinner with your mother
looking indecent?� he muttered, looking away.

�� I just
realized we hadn�t kissed at all,� Draco said, and his voice was too low, and
damn it, wasn�t there a spell he could perform on his ears to keep himself from
being this affected? �And I thought I should correct that, because, well, I
kiss my lovers, Harry.�

�� Harry bit
his lip and tried to calm his racing heartbeat. �I�m not gay, Draco, I told
you,� he said.

�� That�s why
I tend to concentrate on the person making me feel good, Harry, and not on the
gender of that person,� Draco said serenely, and put out his arm. He held it
there until Harry, reluctantly, took it. �Shall we go?�

�� Harry
caught a glimpse of them both in the mirror as they turned away. His own face
looked like a startled deer�s.

�� Draco�s
eyes burned.

�� I don�t
think this is going to be as easy to win as I assumed it was.

********

mphoenix: Right now, I plan to update daily as long as I
can. God knows what will happen in a few weeks, though, as I�ll be very busy in
the late part of November and early part of December.

fallangelsquill: In Chapter 5, I was thinking of pants- underwear-
rather than pyjama bottoms. So Draco really was almost naked, which is why
Harry made him put on pyjamas before he would eat breakfast with him.

madlodger: Draco doesn�t care what anyone else thinks
of his pursuit of Harry, and thanks to his own fortune, he doesn�t need to
worry about marrying for money. Narcissa does not particularly like this. Draco
does not care about that, either. So, yes, he�s presenting Harry to her mostly
as a fait accompli, and yes, he set the dinner up in advance. He planned
a lot of things in advance.
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