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Earning a Name	By : Talin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29926 -:- 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
- 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
- 20-19
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Harry was truly amazed at the
Slytherin insistence, even when said stubbornness was a point of much
annoyance. For well over a week now, the blonde had stubbornly refused to let himself accept. He obeyed Harry, just as he had from the
very first day, but Harry damn well knew the blonde�s submission went only as
far as his fear of punishment. A good definition of a slave, but not of what
Harry wanted the blonde to be. Harry would play him like he had done in his
office, always commenting on the blonde�s need to submit and always having said
blonde deny it. Denying them both.

Harry hated
admitting it, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to stop. Difficult to
halt his hand on the blonde�s navel or hip or on the small of the alabaster
back, knowing what lay below was in all ways his to touch as he pleased� that
the only thing stopping him from doing so was himself. He was really starting
to hate being denied. He hated having to deny himself. He hated the fact that
the blonde was making Harry hate himself. Hating himself
for this of all things. After all the
times he had to deny himself during the war� all those things he shouldn�t have to deny himself, Harry
had vowed not to deny himself once it was over. Why must this blonde rid him of
this, as well?

Harry had denied himself any relationship
until Voldemort was gone after realizing how much danger his girl (or boy)
would be in� what target such relations would give his enemies. Ginny had
taught him that with her life after having broken his resolve and reclaiming
her place at his side during the summer after his sixth year, getting caught by
Death Eaters to lure Harry before Voldemort no more than seven weeks
thereafter. Harry had denied himself friends after that, too, pulling away from
Ron and Hermione in an attempt to keep them safer and off the front lines,
costing him their friendship altogether. He denied himself stability and a
home, choosing to find the horcruxes on the go, only
staying in contact with the order through the occasional owl. He denied himself
almost everything to end the war� he didn�t want
to deny himself anymore.

But he had to� and he had to do it
with everyone and every law telling him he needn�t do so. The worst was the
blonde�s frustrated �It is yours to
take, Master,� encompassing everything he had been trying not to acknowledge. Yes, it was his for the taking� but if he took
it before the blonde asked him to, Harry would be effectively forestalling the
very thing he wanted to cultivate. As fun as toying with the blonde seemed,
Harry knew there was no way he could possibly forgive himself if he actually broke
the boy completely, and he was sure such activity would grow boring quite
quickly.

Shaking the thoughts that have been
plaguing his thoughts more and more these days, Harry returned his attention to
the documents before him, his hand detaching itself
from the blonde locks it had been weaving through. He could play after. Now he
had to take care of all this shit� he had been neglecting these for far too
long now, the normally neat (thanks to the elves) desk now stacked with papers
and forms. Presently, he was looking over a Gringotts
bank statement for one of his non-monetary vaults, listing the different items
within it, along with descriptions of each and blanks where said item could not
be identified. It was the vault he had used to furnish the manor, his parents
having stored most of their belongings there after moving from said manor to
the cottage in Godric�s Hallow.

He had always wanted to figure out
what the items without descriptions were, never finding the time to actually do
so� He moved on to the next document on the desk, the one he had been dreading
ever since he had attained the blonde his hand had found its way back to. It
really was a bad habit to get into,
that� unbreakable, too. The ministry requested all the information to make his �acquisition�
permanent and fully documented. He had already discussed the particular edits Lucius and he would have to make in the events when they
submitted these forms, the truth too close to bribery for either man to chance.
It wasn�t, really, but Harry had little trust in the Ministry� past or present.

Name. It
asked for the name the slave would go by. It was the first item of section III
(Slave Information), and the reason Harry had yet to submit the form. His
blonde did not have a name yet� and
with the way things were progressing, he wouldn�t get one for a while yet. The
whole bloody situation gave Harry a headache. Still, he had another month and a
half before he�d have to worry about the form� that is to say, the law gave a
new Master two moths to get all the Slave�s paperwork
in order before fines and other nasty measures were brought into effect.

Tossing the form aside, Harry
looked onto the blonde head of hair beside his knee, deeming it quite alright
to put everything below said letter off for another day or two. Next time, he�d
have to leave the blonde elsewhere while he worked.

�Up� he told him, lightly tugging on the strands, not enough
to hurt, relishing the way his body already responded to the prospect of what
was to come.

Hmmm� perhaps a change in routine could pull the blonde past
this barrier Harry seemed to have encountered.
�Come.�

The confusion was evident on the blonde�s face as Harry
strode past him and opened the door, with a hint of what Harry half dared
identify as disappointment.

The walk
proved mostly silent, cut only by the sound of their footsteps. He wondered if
the blonde would revel in or hate what he had planned. He stopped before the
room directly beside his bedroom, the one all his fleeting partners and he had
used for their couplings. For all intents and purposes, the sex room.
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