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Chapter Nine�What
Harry Potter Did

�� Draco
understood everything now, of course, and so he couldn�t keep his mind from
racing even as he danced back from the Cutting Curse Potter used and dropped
flat to the floor under the Body-Bind.

�� Of course.

�� Potter
owned an Invisibility Cloak. Potter was an Auror, and he could brag about
killing his share of Dark wizards, including the Darkest of them all. Potter
had every reason in the world to despise himself for liking Draco, what with
their history. He could plausibly believe that Draco would never want to date
him.

�� Draco had
to roll to avoid the Stupefy. As he
fought his way back to his feet, he gazed coolly into Potter�s frantic,
rage-filled green eyes and remembered all the things his writer had made him
feel.

�� He hadn�t
connected them with Potter. He wondered, now, if his mind had consciously tried
to prevent him from doing anything so ridiculous.

�� And he
still wondered why Potter, even if he had excellent reason to believe that
Draco didn�t want to date him, would push Astoria into his place and then write
letters he had to know would tempt Draco more than her weak charms.

�� Much as he
wondered why Potter was fighting so furiously now, when everything he wanted
had just walked into the room, and why he had almost kissed another man.

�� Asking
depended on slowing him down.

�� So Draco
moved from the defensive to the offensive, intent on stopping Potter from doing
something stupid�as hard as that would be�and asking him those questions.

�� And perhaps doing other things, he
decided, his eyes traveling over Potter and noticing the muscles that he hadn�t
quite dared to add to his writer�s imagined body.

*

�� Harry could
feel his mouth working apart in a snarl, especially when Draco ducked around
the spells that should have laid him out harmlessly and didn�t even bother with
Shield Charms. His own emotions were throwing off his aim, he thought
furiously. He forced his mind back to his Auror training and the ways that his
instructors had taught him to focus his attention on the immediate goal.

�� Knock Draco out. Or bind him. Then use a
Memory Charm on him, and send him back to Britain. And explain everything to
Rodrigo.

�� That barely
dimmed the fury, though. He had done his best to get away. He had recognized
the wrong he�d done to Draco, and tried to make up for it by not contacting him
again and allowing him to go his own way and live his own life. He�d found
someone to take his mind off Draco, the way Hermione had said he should for
years. He�d done everything right. For
once, he had quieted his conscience with appropriate action.

�� And then
Draco had to show up and try to drag him into everything he�d left behind.
Worse, he had to banish Rodrigo and put anti-Apparition charms on the doors and
windows, as if he had a right, as if
his high-handed interference in Harry�s life was natural.

�� Part of
Harry wanted to throw down his wand and talk to Draco about everything that lay
between them.

�� He crushed
that part of him ruthlessly. He recognized it. That was the part of him still
in love with Draco, the part that wanted to muck everything up because it was
madly convinced that he could be with Draco if he wouldn�t accept Astoria. But
that was also the part of him that had come up with the letters plan. Harry
couldn�t trust his emotions anymore, and that meant he should ignore them.

�� React rationally. That�s the ticket.

�� Which
didn�t explain why he was fighting Draco like a madman, but the path to
rational action had to wait until he�d won the fight.

�� This all
decided, Harry leveled his wand for the blast that
should have laid Draco on the floor, his hands and legs bound together.

�� Only to
have Draco, the right bastard, fight back.

*

�� Draco knew
that Potter wasn�t going to be an easy opponent to conquer, not with his Auror
training. And he didn�t want to use Dark Arts in a foreign country where, if
the Ministry had heard his name at all, it was likely to be in connection with
notorious criminals.

�� But there
was no law against fighting dirty. Potter might know how to do that, but he
couldn�t do it as quickly as Draco.

�� So Draco
started with a Transfiguration that altered the floor under Potter�s feet to
ice and made him slide and flail for almost a minute; he hadn�t expected an attack
under him and had tried to leap over a spell that he must have thought aimed
for his knees. His helplessness gave Draco the time to set up a small Shield
Charm fastened to his left arm and then consider his next spell.

�� Potter
braced his back against the bed and snarled as he aimed his wand at Draco�s
head. Draco took a chance and ducked to the right. The air bowed inwards just
above his hair, and he knew that it was the Punishing Blow Hex, which would
have laid him out unconscious.

�� Draco
snarled back. So Potter wants to play
like that, does he? Fine.

�� Incarcerous sapiens!� he snapped, and
the ropes shot out of his wand and undulated towards Potter, intelligent ropes
that would anticipate his movements.

�� Potter
moved his wand down and then abruptly sideways, and the ropes fell, slashed by
a nonverbal spell. He focused on Draco, his eyes wide and murderous, before his
lips lifted into a smirk and he began to chant the opening syllables of a human
Transfiguration spell.

�� He wants me as a ferret. He�s so obvious. Draco�s
heart beat faster with rage, and he stepped forwards instead of backing away in
fear as Potter would expect him to. �Expelliarmus!�

�� Potter�s
wand trembled in his hand. He maintained his hold on it, but it did ruin his
spell, which made the idiot scowl in the moment before he had to fling himself
sideways. Draco had hurled a curse that would have compressed his chest and
distracted him if he�d stayed still; as it was, it shrunk the bed.

�� From the
floor, Potter chanted his next spell in a rough voice, too low to be heard, and
Draco�s personal gravity reversed, his feet flipping up to where his head had
been. He gagged against the sensation of all the blood rushing to his head.

�� Still, he
had enough wherewithal to strike back, and he suspected that Potter wouldn�t
expect that, so overconfident was he. �Vomitus,� he hissed, and the yellow-orange light encircled
Potter. Draco smiled grimly as he heard the sound of violent retching a moment
later. That ought to hold Potter long enough for him to figure out the
counterspell for the magic holding him; he knew a simple Finite wouldn�t do it.

�� Amazingly,
Potter managed to cast in the midst of the vomiting. �Rictusempra!� he said.

�� Draco
experienced an instant of startled displeasure before the sensation of tickling
fingers ran all over his body and he began to shake with laughter, which rather
distracted him from not hanging upside-down.

*

�� Harry had
to feel a grim admiration for Draco; not many untrained wizards could have held
their own against an Auror as long as he had, and especially not without
casting Dark Arts, which Harry had thought he would resort to at first.

�� But the
admiration was rather tempered by the burn of bile in his throat and the vomit
on the floor, which he banished with a wave of his wand. If it stayed, the
smell would tempt him to start throwing up again. He climbed shakily to one
knee and watched as Draco revolved upside-down, vibrating as he tried
desperately to cast.

�� There, you bastard, Harry thought, and
his anger began to calm. I beat you.
You�ll have to admit that you don�t have the right to barge in here and take
over my life the way you tried to. In your own code, being beaten is a
weakness, so now you�ll go away and�

�� Draco gave
a wrench to the side and wriggled his wand in a motion Harry had never seen
before, and the Tickling Charm and the charm that reversed his gravity both
stopped at once. He flipped to his feet and managed to land kneeling, rather
than on his head, which Harry would have expected. And then he nearly caught
Harry gaping by flinging another Incarcerous
before he even stood up.

�� Harry
whirled in a circle, which confused the ropes, and then Vanished
them the way he had the vomit. �Couldn�t know when to give up, could you?� he
muttered viciously. He cast a series of precise, firework-like flashes, which
should blind Draco�

�� If he
hadn�t had his eyes closed already, as if he�d known what Harry was going to
do. Harry backed up with a curse, and slipped on the part of the floor Draco
had Transfigured into ice. That turned out to be
fortunate, because it carried him under the nasty-looking jinx that flew past
his ear with a buzzing sound.

�� I don�t
give up someone I want as badly as I want you,� Draco said, gasping slightly,
but otherwise not looking the worse for wear.

�� Harry had
to swallow at the jolt the words gave him. But then he shook his head. Hadn�t
he been right when it turned out that
he was the wrong one for Draco?

�� On the
other hand, Draco didn�t think like him. He knew that. Maybe this perspective
hadn�t occurred to him, and he would go away when Harry suggested it.

�� The thought
of Draco leaving felt like a knife stabbing him under the ribs, but he had to do the right thing for Draco�s
sake. He had to ensure that Draco was happy, no matter how much it hurt him
personally, and that meant getting him away from Harry.

�� Someone who
really loved you, someone you should want, wouldn�t have come up with the
letters plan in the first place,� Harry said. He conjured a Shield Charm that
repelled the next curse Draco flung at him, but otherwise didn�t move. He�d
obtained good results before when he was working with criminals, making eye
contact and speaking in a low voice, so he did that now. �You should find
someone actually worthy of you.�

�� Draco
sneered, as unimpressed by good sense as he ever had been in school, Harry
thought. A stir of anger returned to him as he watched Draco turn his wand over
between his hands. Harry knew he had made a mistake, knew he had done something
unforgivable. Why did Draco have to act as if he hadn�t?

�� Someone
worthy of me excites and arouses me,� Draco said. �The way you did. The way
your letters did.� He shook his head, eyes fastened to
Harry�s as if he also knew that Auror technique and was trying it out on
Harry. �I want you. At the very least, I�d like to see how much you please me
before I decide on giving you up.�

�� Harry
growled and took a step closer. The air between them seemed to have thickened
like one of the Incarcerous ropes
Draco had tried so hard to bind him with, drawing them together. Harry couldn�t
have walked out of this room as he�d walked out of Britain even if the locking
and the anti-Apparition charms had both dropped away. �You
arrogant bastard.�

�� Yes,�
Draco whispered. �That�s me.� He had a peculiar smile on his face.

�� Only
concerned about sex,� Harry said, almost spitting the words now. �Or should I say, your own pleasure? With whether I please you, not with
whether you please me.�

�� Draco
arched an eyebrow. �Of course I can assume you�re pleased with me, or you
wouldn�t have sought me out in the first place.�

�� That�s
changing rapidly.� Harry couldn�t believe how soft his own voice had got, or
how furious he was. It was making him shake as he stood there, the
contradictory desires to pounce on Draco and make him shut up about things he knew nothing of, or to force his way
through the anti-Apparition spells and into the street to apologize and explain
things to Rodrigo.

�� Why?� Draco
made his tone coaxing, the way he might have called to a feral dog. Harry moved
forwards a step before he could stop himself, his hand twitching to hit. �Just
tell me what made you change your mind, Harry. That�s all I want to know. I
promise.�

�� Because of
what you said in your last letter,� Harry said. �You don�t want me, not as I
am. You want some degraded version of me, someone you can turn into a pet. And
you�re arrogant enough to reject Astoria, and try to capture me, and dump
Rodrigo outside the door, and all to secure someone you should hate anyway.�

�� Hogwarts
was a long time ago, Harry.� Draco�s eyes and smile both widened, and it took
Harry a moment to realize that he had shuddered when Draco spoke his name, as
if the word pulled on a cord connected to his groin. Harry bared his teeth, but
Draco didn�t change his expression. �I don�t hate you now. I�m stunned, oh yes.
Surprised, oh yes. Lustful,
oh yes.� He looked down Harry�s body then, with lazy contentment in his
eyes. �But not hateful.�

�� You should
hate me for trying to manipulate you into falling in love with Astoria,� Harry
whispered. He couldn�t have raised his voice or moved away from Draco to save
his life, and he didn�t know why. He wanted
to tear his eyes away from Draco and look out the window to make sure
Rodrigo was all right. At least, that was what he told himself. �That�s a wound
that can never be forgotten or forgiven. And if you can�t forget or forgive me,
how can you be with me?�

�� Would you
never forget or forgive someone who did that to you?� Draco had admitted a jot of intense curiosity into the expression on his face.

�� I would,�
Harry said, after a moment of uncomfortable silence when he realized he didn�t
really know the answer. �I think. But I know you, and you�re different.�

�� Draco shook
his head and clucked his tongue. �I think we�ve established by now that you
don�t know me that well, Harry.�

�� And for all
that Harry had told himself to anticipate it, it still came as a shock when
Draco flicked his wand and bound Harry from head to foot with a nonverbal Incarcerous, strapping his wand safely
behind his back. Harry kicked hard, twisted, struggled, arched his shoulder
until a rope was near his mouth and tried to bite through it, and tried to get
enough give to dislocate his shoulders and slip out that way.

�� When he
discovered that he was well and truly caught, he settled for glaring.

�� Draco
approached in a leisurely manner.

*

�� Draco was
working hard to keep from breathing in pants. The fight had aroused him uncontrollably,
and so had the emotions showing as clearly on Potter�s face as cracks in an
enchanted mirror. And then Potter had come nearer and nearer to him, and
lowered his voice each time, as if he imagined that would make him less
attractive in Draco�s eyes.

�� It was
time, Draco thought, to test some of the differences between a male lover and a
female.

�� He stopped
a few feet away from Potter, eyeing him and the fury on his face in
appreciation, and then came closer. Potter stared at him, surprised and disbelieving
until Draco was near enough to slide a knee between his tied legs.

�� He hadn�t
mistaken his target. How could he, when it had drawn his eyes from the time
he�d Apparated into the room? Potter�s mouth fell open and he groaned
breathlessly as Draco�s thigh rubbed against his erection.

�� I do want
you,� Draco said. The shock of leaping into the room with sympathetic magic and
finding Potter there was still with him, but he was overcoming it, and it
helped that he knew Potter was his writer now. He could focus his attention on
his writer�s words and personality if he needed to. Indeed, at the moment the
most difficult thing was holding himself in one place instead of stepping the
rest of the way forwards to grind against Potter. �I can forgive what you did
to me�or claim payment.� He increased the pressure and the force of his
rutting, and Potter threw his head back, gasping and bucking his hips. His legs
clamped around Draco�s thigh as much as they could, given
the ropes that constrained them. �This is the kind of payment I like.�

�� Draco had a
hard time saying the last words. His cock throbbed to the point where he did have to push forwards now,
involuntary little humping thrusts that made his need spiral up into his
stomach like a rising summer wind. He leaned closer still and kissed Potter for
the first time, wondering if that would center him.

�� It made his
excitement worse. Potter�s mouth opened to him, and the heat, whilst different
from the warmth boiling in Draco�s belly, and slick in a new way, piled on top
of what he was already feeling. Draco snarled softly. He could sense the lust
working like a flame on the threads of his control, burning through them one by
one.

�� And then
Potter clamped his teeth down, holding Draco�s tongue still, and flipped
forwards, using the magic of the Incarcerous
spell that kept him floating above the floor and his grip on Draco�s thigh
to put Draco on his back beneath him. Draco blinked, dazed, as his head struck
the floor. By the time his swimming vision cleared, Potter had already settled
himself in a new position and was riding his thigh, his eyes screwed shut and
his breath ragged as a running werewolf�s.

�� Can�t
resist me even when you think it�s wrong, can you?� Draco whispered, because he
still thought words might hold the flame at bay.

�� God,� Potter said, opening his eyes.
They were glazed, drugged. He dragged at his arms, trying to bring them forwards, but they were securely bound behind his back.
Draco experienced a moment�s smugness that Potter couldn�t get off unless he
allowed it.

�� And then
Potter whispered, �Damn you, damn you, I want it,� hunched down as much as he
could with the magic supporting him, and rubbed himself against Draco�s leg
desperately.

�� The flame
had its way. Draco reached up, slung his arms around Potter�s neck, and snogged him again, panting as he
did it, so that his breaths flew down Potter�s throat. He shifted to the side,
flattening the leg Potter wasn�t riding.

�� Potter
wasn�t stupid, no matter how much he might seem like it with his lack of
foresight and his talk of wounds never healing. He dropped his own thigh into
place, and Draco shuddered all over, because there was pressure against his
cock, at long last.

�� And so they
rocked back and forth, awkward as mating dragons, with the heat twisting
tighter and tighter in Draco�s belly, his body�s jerking more important than
the spasms of pain running up his legs and throbbing from his head, all his
sophisticated plans for vengeance falling down in black and red ruin�

�� And the green, green blaze of Potter�s eyes.

*

�� What are you doing? You�re mad. You�re
stupid, Harry�s mind chattered at him. You
shouldn�t be doing this. You should pull back and Memory Charm Malfoy whilst
you have a chance, whilst he�d distracted.

�� But Harry couldn�t stop. He�d already tried, and
his body went on seeking its satisfaction without him, dragging his mind down
into a gulf of desire.

�� Something
about the way Draco�s eyes had rolled shut, the way his body flopped and
pressed and rubbed beneath Harry, the desperation in the creased corners of his
mouth, wouldn�t let him stop.

�� Then the
orgasm struck, and Harry screamed. It was as though someone had caught him on a
hot pitchfork and tossed him up; his body jackknifed, and the wild motions the
pleasure forced him into actually hurt.

�� Beneath
him, Draco came, too, a moment after. Harry found himself staring avidly at his
convulsions, and even savoring the way Draco clamped and curled his body around
Harry�s thigh as if it were his most precious possession.

�� And then,
of course, rationality returned.

�� Harry shut
his eyes and swore softly. He would have liked to bang his head against
something, but he was far from his pacing room and he didn�t think Draco would understand
if Harry pounded against him.

�� Well, any more than I already have, anyway.

�� Harry
cleared his throat. �Could you take off these ropes, please?� he asked.

�� Draco let
his head fall back and laughed. Harry rolled his eyes and didn�t interrupt.
Draco was still the one who had to cancel the spell; it was just as well not to
anger him.

�� Draco
pushed him back slightly, and Harry let go of his tight grip on Draco�s leg, so
that he floated back into the upright position the Incarcerous spell had first tried to put him in. He winced as
intense pain passed through his shoulders and arms like a heat shimmer. �Hurting
a bit here,� he said.

�� You�re not
too proud to admit that, then?� Draco stood in front of him. He reached up and
touched the back of Harry�s head, combing his fingers through his hair as if
trying to decide how in the world it had ended up that tangled and curly. His
eyes were half-lowered, his eyelids concealing his emotions from Harry.

�� Not now.�
Harry tried to twitch his arms in their bonds, but he couldn�t move them. He
attempted to look as miserable as possible.

�� Draco gave
him a faint smile that could have hidden several different sarcastic remarks,
but flicked his wand. Harry dropped abruptly to his knees on the floor as the
magic holding him up and the ropes dissipated both at once. Tenderly, he
brought his wrists in front of him and rubbed at them.

�� I do hope
that you don�t attempt to Obliviate me
again, Potter.�

�� Harry
looked up. Draco had his wand trained on him, and his expression was intent and
amused and alert. Harry stood up, deliberately tucking his wand into his back
robe pocket. His mind churned with plans, but he doubted that any one he could
select was equal to whatever plot Draco�d had time to
formulate.

�� But there
was still the simple old tactic of telling the truth and hoping that would do.

�� Look,
Malfoy,� he said, because if Draco was going to call Harry by his last name
they should be on even terms. �You can�t really
want to be with me.�

�� In fact,�
Draco said, �at the moment I�m not sure I want to. But I do know that I want the
time and space to make that decision.�

�� Harry let
out a deep breath. �You�re going back to Britain, then?�

�� Not unless
you come with me,� Draco said, his voice so soft it
might have sounded shy. Harry had heard threatening growls before, though,
mostly from Kingsley, and he recognized one now. �You�ll explain things to my
satisfaction, Potter. You�ll be as honest as you can be with that thick skull
and that noble nature of yours. But you aren�t leaving my sight until I�ve
figured out whether I can tolerate a male lover, let alone as one as dim-witted
as you are.�

�� Harry
stiffened and didn�t care if Draco saw him doing it. �I�ll be more than tolerated,� he said, �or I won�t stay
with you, Malfoy.�

�� Draco
chuckled in delight and stepped towards him so fast that Harry only aimed his
wand at Draco�s midriff after Draco�s
hand had cupped the back of his neck and his mouth hovered an inch from Harry�s
face. �I know that,� he whispered. His lips and the tip of his tongue scraped
Harry�s own lips. �But you must understand, now. We�re too deeply snared in
this. We�re not letting go of each other because neither one of us can, not
until we work this out. And not after that spectacular orgasm.� He shifted
so that his hip rested on Harry�s.

�� Harry half-closed
his eyes as he felt himself trying to get hard again.

*

�� A sharp
spike of pleasure passed through Draco. What he had from Potter was not
surrender, but, in the tiny nod that brushed hair and sweat-slick skin against his
palm, the next-best thing: the promise of engagement.

�� Potter was
smart enough to see the truth of Draco�s statement: neither one of them could
walk away now. And that boded excellent things for the future.

�� Draco didn�t
think the shock of discovering his writer was Potter had subsided yet. But now his excitement was on the wax, and
other emotions would follow. Any fear that this might have been simply a plan
to humiliate him was fading.

�� This was
deeper. This was more complex.

�� This could be, possibly, the future he had
hunted in all the women around him and failed to find.

�� Draco could
make the accommodations he�d been thinking about when using the sympathetic
magic. If Potter needed an equal relationship with Draco, then Draco could give
him one.

As long as Potter gave him that
passion that he�d kept hidden behind the exterior of �perfect Auror� for so
long. And it was obvious now that he wouldn�t be able to help himself, wouldn�t
be able to give less than his full emotions to anyone he got involved with.

A pounding on the door made Draco
start back from Potter. �Harry?� called a voice that was probably that of the
Spanish man in the room when Draco appeared, trying to claim his writer.

Potter rolled his eyes. �I�d better
go reassure Rodrigo,� he said, and stepped away from Draco, ripping himself harshly free when Draco wouldn�t let him go fast
enough for his satisfaction. He gave Draco a narrow-eyed glance, shook his
head, and faced the door, undoing the locking spells with a few swift passes of
his wand. He could do it easily enough when he was concentrating�or not facing
Draco.

Draco eyed Potter�s arse in
contentment. Not complacency; there would be very little of that in his life
from now on.

But what he got in trade was more
than worth it. There was a deep satisfaction in his heart, a languid relaxation
of the emotions that corresponded to the post-orgasmic glow in his body.

Draco had never felt anything like
it before. He would make sure to experience it many more times.

Not that he would let desire for
Potter control his reactions or cloud his thoughts. That would be simply
stupid.

But the chance that he would let
Potter leave him now�male body and irritating devotion to �good� and all the
rest of it�was one in a thousand.

*

Yami Bakura: I don�t mind your sounding stalkerish
on my account! It�s quite enjoyable for me
to know you�re riveted.

That they�re fighting is mostly
Harry�s fault.

Thrnbrooke:
Yes, because Harry is kind of dumb.

MewMew2: Thanks for reviewing.

yaoiObsessed: Draco is so concerned about not letting
Harry get away that he�s managed to largely overcome his shock. Some of it
still lingers.

butterpie: Thanks!

Caldonya:
At least Rodrigo and Harry got interrupted before they actually slept together.
Draco would not have taken that well at all.

snappy pants:
Draco would happily agree with you.

lolafalola: Not at all wrong! I did sort of mean the
letters to be arousing, at least intellectually.

And no, there will still be seven
or eight chapters as the story wraps up. For one thing, they�ve still got to
deal with Harry�s doubts.

tiggator:
Thank you!
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