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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?” Harry asked from the chair, where he had been watching Draco for the past five minutes, obviously deep in thought.
“Yes, Harry?” Draco asked, from where he was sitting, calmly fashioning his ceremonial blade.
“Are you a virgin?”
Draco looked up, partly to see the fiery blush he could hear in the Gryffindor’s voice, and smiled at the sight. “Yes, Harry.” He answered, dropping his gaze to the silver he was working on, adding he last spell to it and setting it aside to give the magic proper time to settle into the metal.
Harry was silent for several long moments. Just when Draco began to suspect nothing more was coming from him, he heard a soft admission from the dark-haired teen. “Me, too.”
Draco looked up in shock. He eyed the fit body clad in muggle jeans and a t-shirt, and smirked. “Really? Someone who looks as delicious as you hasn’t been laid yet?”
Harry flushed. “Shut up. I just… I never know if someone wants me, or Harry Potter, you know?”
Draco raised a brow, getting up and walking up to Harry, standing in front of the seated teen, hands on his hips. “I want Harry Potter.” He said challengingly.
Harry’s eyes dimmed a bit, and he raised his chin defiantly. “Well, you’ll have to settle for just me.” He said harshly.
Draco leaned in close, bracing his hands on the armrests of Harry’s chair. “Didn’t you hear me? That’s what I WANT. Shy, stubborn, brave-to-the-point-of-reckless Harry Potter. Don’t forget: I’ve been watching you for years. I KNOW you.”
Harry’s eyes were locked on Draco’s now, wide and just a little frightened of how intense the conversation had gotten, so quickly. He was panting with the realization that Draco really HAD been watching him, and still wanted what he’d seen.
Draco watched the flush travel up from Harry’s collar to suffuse his cheeks with a light pink color, and his control broke. ‘Fuck it, if he’s not ready for this, he’ll never be.’ He thought, and leaned down the few more inches separating them, pressing his lips to Harry’s in a show of daring quite unlike a Slytherin.
Harry’s quiet sound of surprise was lost somewhere between their mouths, and Draco watched in satisfaction as Harry’s bright green eyes fluttered closed, one hand coming up to rest on the side of the blonde’s neck.
Draco allowed his eyes to close as well as he savored his first taste of Harry. The kiss was sweet, neither willing to delve too far into the other’s mouth, their tongues just barely touching each other before skittering back into the safety of their respective mouths, both too shy at this point to take full control of the kiss.
Harry pulled away first, breaking the kiss and panting as he stared at Draco in shock, stunned speechless at the action.
Draco smiled in satisfaction. “Not bad for a start, but you’re going to need to be comfortable with a lot more than that, soon enough. The ritual calls for full consummation. With you in the leading role, of course.”
Harry’s flush deepened. “How are we ever going to be ready in time?” He asked, seemingly to himself.
“Maybe you need to start ordering me to do more sexually-oriented tasks?” Draco suggested, smirking.
“Like what?” Harry asked. “Get naked?”
Draco cocked an eyebrow. “Was that an order?” He checked.
Harry licked his lips, then nodded, once. “Yeah. It was.”
Draco chuckled and began unbuttoning his shirt, watching Harry watching him. He shrugged the shirt off and folded it, laying it down on the other chair he had conjured a while ago, just in case he wanted to sit in it, rather than at Harry’s side. He reached down and unbuttoned his trousers, sliding them off to reveal that he wore nothing underneath them. He folded those, too, and stood, unabashedly naked, in front of Harry.
“Like what you see?” He asked, spreading his arms.
Harry gulped, then answered. “Y-yeah.”
“Just think,” He purred, watching Harry’s eyes rake over his body avidly, “All this is going to be yours. Forever. Think the exchange is worth it?”
Harry’s eyes met Draco’s. “Will it be worth it for you?” He asked.
Draco shrugged. “I wouldn’t have asked for this if I wasn’t sure I wanted it, and if I wasn’t sure that this is the only way to get out of my father’s grasp for good. Once I’m your possession, he can’t challenge your claim on me. And that’s what I need to be safe. Normally, no, I wouldn’t have chosen this route, but I feel that I can trust you not to hurt me, or use me for some nefarious purpose. Which is more than I can say for… You-Know.”
Harry chuckled. “If you can’t bring yourself to call him Voldemort, just use his name: Tom Riddle. It sounds better than ‘You-Know.’” He said in amusement.
“Tom Riddle? I can see why he fashioned himself a new name. Riddle, what a stupid surname.” Draco drawled in disgust.
“So, I think you should stay like that when it’s just you and me. Here, I’ll get partially undressed, too, but I’m keeping my underwear on.” Harry said, stripping quickly down to his boxers.
Draco watched avidly. “Hey, I’ll take what I can get at this point. Although I undressed fully, you could give me the same courtesy.”
Harry snorted. “Why should I? You’ve had more time to get used to the idea of being with me. I’m still letting it sink in.”
*****
“So, what are you doing over there?” Harry asked, after watching Draco for a few minutes.
The blonde was sharpening a piece of metal, every so often casting spells on it before leaving it for minutes to hours at a time, seemingly dependent on the spell he had just finished casting.
Draco looked up, wiping sweat away from his forehead with his wrist. “Oh, just fashioning the blade I’ll use to cut my ties to my family.” He said lightly.
Harry flushed. “Oh.” He said softly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
Draco sighed. “Don’t worry about it, Harry. I HAVE to cut the blood ties, or my father will still have legal control over me. This is part of the reason I chose this particular spell. It leaves no loopholes I, or anyone else, can use to get me out of it. It’s airtight.” He said, getting up and walking toward Harry.
Harry couldn’t help glancing down at his cock, since Draco, true to his word, had indeed listened to Harry and stayed naked while in the Gryffindor’s company. He seemed completely unabashed of his nudity, and had in fact smirked at Harry the few times he caught the Gryffindor staring at that part of his anatomy.
Harry raised his eyes to Draco’s face—and there was that smirk again.
“Er…” Harry flushed.
“I’m flattered, really.” Draco teased. “If you ever want to do more than look, I am yours to command.” He offered. “You’ll have to eventually, remember.”
Harry cleared his throat. “I know. But we should wait.”
Draco simply leaned in and picked up the book he had lent Harry to read and flipped it open to the well-worn pages he had been focused on since acquiring it. He read a few passages, waving his hand and murmuring what were obviously spells under his breath. He looked up from the book and met Harry’s eyes. “Are you done with this for now? I’m going to need it for this next part.”
Harry nodded, and tried not to watch Draco’s shapely arse as the blonde walked away from him, still focused on the book.
He failed, watching intently.
*****
“Draco, come here.” Harry said, breaking the companionable silence they had fallen into.
Draco got up, setting the book they’d both been reading a lot aside, and walked over to stand in front of Harry. “Yes?”
“Do you WANT to fight? With me, against Voldemort. Or would you rather stay out of it?” Harry asked.
Draco sighed. “Can I sit for this discussion?” He asked.
“Sure.” Harry said.
Draco chose to sit in the chair he’d conjured a while back, and folded his hands, propping his head up on them. “Honestly, part of the reason I chose this particular ritual is because then I wouldn’t HAVE to choose. You could order me to fight, because if you want me to, my opinion wouldn’t matter; my fealty would be to you, no matter what. IF I were to fight, there’s every chance I’d find myself up against my father, and I can’t guarantee I’d be able to kill him. Moreover, any Slytherins that joined him that I recognized would be hard to kill. Like Marcus Flint. I know he joined them, but to me, he’s still Quidditch captain, and kind of a friend. I remember talking to him before matches, and joking with him about crushing your team into dust. I don’t think I can put my past aside enough to see them as the enemy, and I don’t really trust myself to fight against them. Although, I don’t really know how the ritual will affect me. It’s entirely possible that all of that won’t even matter, after all is said and done. I’m just not sure.”
Harry nodded. “So, you don’t think you can fight with me.” He checked.
Draco shook his head. “At this point, I don’t trust myself to. But, like I said, that might change. At any rate, I can help you strategize. You need someone who knows how the other side is going to operate, how they think. I can offer you that, and perhaps, in time, I can offer more.”
Harry nodded. “We’ll find a way to use whatever you can offer, and it should be enough. After all, I have to be the one to end it all, so really, your help will just be an added bonus.” Harry shifted a bit. “How do you really feel about the ritual? I need to know, before we do anything. Are you really going to be alright with throwing away everything? Your friends, your family? I never really asked.”
Draco sighed. “Trust me, I’ve had to do some serious thinking, and I’m pretty sure I can go through with it.”
“I didn’t ask if you could go through with it. I asked how you FELT about it.” Harry pressed.
“I’m sure there’ll be times I’ll miss my old life. To be honest, that’s already started. Slytherins, when in their common room, are a pretty tactile bunch, and you don’t seem to be like that. I’m used to constant touches, slaps on the back, hugs, the list goes on. I miss that the most, right now. But cutting my blood ties is the part I’m the most concerned with. My father and I were never very close, so cutting that tie should be easy enough. My mother, though… She was always there for me. Cutting that tie… It’s going to hurt. There’s no escaping that. I’m prepared for the physical pain, but the emotional pain, I can’t comprehend, and there’s no way to prepare for it. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about it, but I know why I have to do it, and there’s really no other way. I HAVE to get away from my father’s expectations, and it HAS to be THIS ritual. There’s no other legal option, and I’m pretty sure you’d be against anything illegal, right?” He shot a smile at Harry.
Harry sighed. “I don’t know what to say to all that. Well, as for the first part, come here.”
Draco got up and stood in front of Harry’s chair.
Harry pulled the Slytherin into his lap. “I can be tactile. I didn’t know you wanted that.”
Draco relaxed, humming as Harry’s hand ran through his hair. “I missed it, but I can live without it. Mm, that IS nice, though.” He tilted his head back, following the hand eagerly. “Pansy used to do that a lot. I’ve always loved it.”
Harry stilled. “Speaking of her, have you been reading the paper? I know a house-elf’s been bringing it with breakfast every day, but I never see you reading it.”
“It’s not that important to me right now.” Draco said flippantly.
“Draco… Pansy’s gone missing.” Harry said quietly. “The day after you came here, she just disappeared. Her family’s frantic.”
Draco sighed and looked into Harry’s eyes. “She’s fine. She had her own plans to keep away from Riddle, and she’s disappeared as a result.”
“Oh.” Harry bit his lip. “Are you sure?”
Draco nodded. “We both had our plans. Mine had to change, but she’s still using her plan, and I know what it is. She’ll be fine, and out of danger.”
Harry shrugged. “Well, then, that’s okay.”
“Harry.”
Harry looked at Draco. “Yeah?”
“Would you kiss me?” Draco asked with a smile. “Please?”
Harry flushed, but leaned down and gave Draco a soft kiss.
Draco cupped the back of his neck and held him there, deepening the kiss insistently. When he finally let Harry go, the Gryffindor looked a little dazed.
“Thank you.” Draco purred, sounding satisfied. “But now, I have to get back to work on my blade.” He said, sounding reluctant.
Harry let him go, feeling like he had missed something important.
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