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Amore Schiavo	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 39165 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Draco read through the letter one last time.
“I can no longer stay here. I refuse to join the Dark Lord, and I will not sit idly by while my life is planned for me. I am gone. Do not look for me, for a Slytherin that does not want to be found will not be found.
I am no longer,
Draco Malfoy”
It wasn't all that hard to leave that on his pillow and shrink his trunk, grabbing it and his broom and heading for the Room of Requirement.
A few short hours later, Draco was asleep in a plush, cosy bed while the rest of Slytherin woke to find their Ice Prince missing, apparently having run away.
Pansy sighed when she read the letter. Time to head for France.
*****
Draco walked to the Room of Requirement, walking in and smiling. He had an exact replica of the Slytherin common room with a bedroom and bathroom off of it.
It would be enough for him, as he didn’t need opulence or anything like that. Just somewhere that he could be comfortable and not have to worry about anything past getting used to what his life would be like.
When Harry came to visit, Draco knew they’d have a lot to discuss, but for the moment, he was going to take advantage of having no classes to worry about.
He was going back to bed for an hour or two.
*****
Harry heard about Draco Malfoy's flight from Hogwarts at breakfast, and was pleased that he had gotten to safety so quickly. All that was left now was for him to find time to see him.
A Hogwarts owl dropped a note next to his plate.
Harry sighed, reading the letter he had just gotten. "Dumbledore wants to see me after breakfast." He told Ron and Hermione, answering their confused glances.
They nodded, used to Harry's frequent talks with Dumbledore by now. After all, it was Harry's job to kill Voldemort, and therefore it stood to reason that he needed all the help he could get from the only man Voldemort had ever truly feared.
Harry finished breakfast and hurried to Dumbledore's office.
Dumbledore beamed when he saw Harry. "Ah, my boy! Lemon drop?" He asked.
Harry declined the sweet. "Was there something you wanted to talk to me about, Sir?"
Dumbledore smiled happily. "Indeed there is!" He announced, waving Harry into a chair. "It would seem that after Draco Malfoy's running away, the Room of Requirement gained a tenant that plans on staying there for some length of time."
Harry paled. They hadn't counted on the fact that Dumbledore was the headmaster, and could tell when something in the castle changed so drastically. Shit.
"Now, I assume you and Mr. Malfoy have a plan? One that involves a certain slavery ritual, perhaps?" He asked, suddenly very serious.
Harry gulped. "Well, Sir-"
Dumbledore just smiled. "No need to explain, dear boy! Just keep it quiet, and I do mean that. Don't even tell Ron and Hermione what your plans are. The ritual is not illegal, but the fewer people that know about it before everything is completed, the safer young Mr. Malfoy will be."
Harry smiled. "Thank you, Sir." He said in relief.
Dumbledore nodded. "In addition, I am sending you on a mission for the Order."
Harry perked up.
"This mission is completely confidential, you understand. You are to go to the Room of Requirement and spend the next week getting acclimated to Mr. Malfoy in private. Do not leave the Room, under any circumstances. Anything you need, the house-elves can provide you with." Dumbledore finished.
Harry smiled. "Thank you, Sir!"
*****
Draco got up, glaring at Harry. "I thought I told you not to come here, yet!" He hissed, as Harry shut the door.
"Calm down." Harry laughed, walking to the single chair in the room and sitting down. "Dumbledore knows you're here. He sent me to spend the next week here with you, getting acclimated to you. He apparently knows our plan and wants to make it easier.”
Draco blinked in surprise. “Oh, shit.” He said softly.
Harry nodded. “Yeah. My reaction was about the same.” He said with a chuckle.
“Do you think he’ll tell my father?” Draco asked.
“I seriously doubt that. He seemed to approve of our plan, actually. He DID warn me not to tell Ron and Hermione yet, though.” Harry said with a wry grin. “Seems he thinks the fewer people that know, the better.”
Draco nodded, thoughtfully. “Yeah, that makes sense. The smaller the amount of people that know, the less likely it is that You-Know will hear of our plans.”
“You know, it just occurred to me, if you’re my slave, then you wouldn’t be able to join the Order, at all.” Harry said, chewing his lip thoughtfully. “And we need all the extra help we can get.”
Draco grinned. “Ah, but as your POSSESSION, it would be perfectly natural for you to take me to any meetings with you, if you so wished.”
Harry sighed. “You know, I really don’t like hearing you talk about yourself like that. It’s just… WEIRD.”
“I’m getting used to the idea, but I have had most of the summer to think about it and plan for it. It’s understandable that you would still have a few hang-ups about it, but rest assured, I know exactly what I’m getting into, and it wasn’t an easy decision to make or come to terms with, but it’s my ONLY VIABLE OPTION. I NEED to do this, or I WILL have to join the Death Eaters next summer.” Draco reiterated, sounding more than a little hysterical. “Please don’t back out on me. Not when I’ve already—“ He broke off and his eyes fell to the floor. “Po-Harry, I don’t trust easily. I don’t know if you’ve realized it, but by coming this far, I’ve already willingly placed my life and safety in your hands. I’m TRUSTING you, totally against my own common sense at this moment, but I’m not going to give up on this that easily. I’m going to hope you can accept this in time. Can you promise me you’ll at the very least try? For me?”
“I already said I’d do it. I’m not going to back out on you. I keep my word when things are this serious.” Harry said gravely. “Trusting me is one of the things you can do without worrying. I won’t let you down, but you have to understand that I don’t want to hear you referring to yourself as a THING.”
Draco snorted. “Well, unless you can think of me as your PROPERTY, this won’t even work at all. I am yours. You’re going to OWN me. I’m okay with that.”
Harry sighed. “I’m not. Not completely, at least.”
“Well, I’m hoping you’ll get used to it, because if you can’t see yourself filling the role as Owner, the ritual will fail. And if it fails, my only option is to go to… You-Know.” Draco finished.
“Right.” Harry hung his head. “So, how are we going to get me used to this? We have a week.”
Draco smirked. “Well, the easiest way I can think of to ease you into this is to begin as we mean to continue. Start giving me orders. I’ll obey you, no matter what. Who knows, you might even like it.”
Harry shrugged. “Okay. I assume you found the ritual in a book?”
“Yes… Should I call you Master? You WILL be, after all, once all is said and done.” Draco mused.
“No!” Harry said loudly, eyes wide. “No.” He repeated, more calmly. “If you HAVE to call me something, Harry will work fine until after the ritual.”
“Very well. Yes, Harry.” Draco answered.
Harry nodded. “Do you have a copy of this book? With you?” He asked.
“Yes, Harry.” Draco could see where this was going. He was more than willing to let Harry read the book, so the test was more for Harry than for him, but if this was the way Harry wanted to ease into things, he was more than happy to let him do as he pleased.
“Get me the book.” Harry ordered, cheeks pinking slightly.
Draco walked over to his trunk and retrieved the book, bringing it to Harry and placing it in his hands.
Harry looked at the title, then opened the book, looking through it for the Amore Schiavo ritual.
Draco shifted a bit.
“Bloody—Sit down, Draco!” Harry snapped.
Draco sat on the floor next to Harry’s chair.
“Oh, er, do you WANT to sit there? You can conjure a chair, you know.” Harry amended, flushing.
Draco sighed. “One: You’ll have to learn to be specific, Harry. And two: I am perfectly fine sitting here.” He finished, leaning against the side of the chair.
After a few moments of reading, Harry sighed. “Draco, we’re going to need to be rather, er, CLOSE for this to work.”
“I know.” Draco said lightly.
“I’m not going to be able to do this without being used to, you know, TOUCHING you. At least a little.” Harry pressed the issue.
“Yes. Your point? Look, we can start small and work up to the larger things. For now, why don’t you try running your fingers through my hair? It won’t hurt either of us, I have rather soft hair, and I think you’ll like it, as well as making us more comfortable with each other’s touch.” Draco suggested.
Harry nodded, reaching down and running his hand slowly through Draco’s hair.
Draco sighed and leaned further into the chair, closing his eyes in bliss. This wasn’t too bad. Now, if he could just keep Harry this accommodating, things would be looking very bright in his future.
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