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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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Harry couldn't concentrate on his book. It wasn't that Draco was sitting at his feet, nude, though that was distracting enough, but the blonde kept shifting, and his cock was half-hard.
Harry cleared his throat. "Draco, get me a glass of pumpkin juice."
Draco's cock twitched at the command. “Yes, Harry.”
He had asked if he could call Harry "Master" again yesterday, but Harry told him quite sternly that he would let Draco know when it was time for that.
Draco had accepted that with no complaints.
Harry watched the teen call for a house-elf. He ordered a pitcher of pumpkin juice and a glass.
Draco seemed to enjoy doing as much as he could himself. Harry was sure that if he asked, Draco would start from growing the pumpkins himself to make each individual glass of pumpkin juice.
Luckily for him, Harry wasn't that exacting. Although, it was beginning to look like Draco would have ENJOYED even those conditions, if that's what Harry wanted of him.
Draco brought him the juice and sat down at Harry’s feet once more.
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Light a fire.” He said firmly.
Draco’s cock twitched again, and Harry smirked as he obeyed.
“Sit on my lap.” He ordered, setting the book aside.
Draco looked up at him in shock, but quickly obeyed.
Harry palmed Draco’s half-hard cock. “You LIKE it when I tell you to do things, don’t you?” He asked.
Draco’s cock hardened fully, and he moaned, leaning his head back against Harry’s shoulder. “Yes, Harry.” He answered breathily.
Harry chuckled. “You’re a bit of a kinky bastard, aren’t you?” He asked amusedly.
“Mm.” Draco agreed.
“You’re okay with me doing this, right?” Harry asked, just to make sure.
“Well, the ritual does specify that you have to take care of me sexually, too. So yes, I’m more than okay with it.” He assured the Gryffindor, arching a little to urge Harry to resume his stroking.
Harry chuckled and continued touching him. “So, how far are you willing to go with me? Just so I know. I don’t want to push you too far, too fast.”
Draco moaned, then opened his eyes. “No penetration until the ritual. I want to still be a virgin, as it’ll make things easier.”
Harry pouted. “No penetration? Not even fingers?”
“Fingers should be okay, actually.” Draco decided. “Just no actual sex. But feel free to continue touching me all you want.” He added eagerly.
Harry chuckled. “You’ve been half-hard all day. It’s distracting.”
Draco nodded. “Well, when you can’t wank every night like you’re used to, things kind of build up.” He explained.
Harry blinked at that. “You haven’t been wanking? Why not? I sleep out here, you could.”
“No, I can’t.” Draco panted, as Harry was still touching him, absently. “As part of the ritual, I release my body into your possession, and you said you wanted to start practicing for that kind of life. So, my release is yours to withhold or grant, at your whim.”
Harry flushed, but started stroking more firmly again. “Merlin, Draco, I didn’t know you were going to take it THAT seriously already!”
Draco couldn’t respond. He was too close to coming, he could feel his release approaching. He grabbed Harry’s head in both hands and brought the Gryffindor’s face closer as he reared up and met his lips halfway, his cry caught in Harry’s mouth as he came, his release coating his belly. He broke the kiss and melted into Harry, bonelessly. “Thank you for that.” He breathed.
Harry flushed and grabbed his wand, casting a cleaning charm. “Er, yeah. Sorry I didn’t think about it earlier. You really won’t wank?”
Draco sighed. “I can survive without it for a few nights, if you don’t want to ‘take me in hand’ every day, you know. I just figured you’d know that I was going without, as the ritual really won’t let me use my own body for pleasure without you.”
“I’m sorry.” Harry said. “I didn’t even think of it, really.”
“It’s not that big a deal. I can forgive you. I guess you really wouldn’t think about it, repressed Gryffindor that you are.” Draco said, a small smile on his face. “Maybe I should have brought it up earlier. On another hand, we’re more comfortable with each other now. This’ll make the ritual go smoother.”
“Speaking of that… I’m not… I mean… Listen, I know the basics of what goes where between two men, but what if I’m bollocks at it? If I can’t make you come, will that affect the ritual?” Harry asked, flushing brightly.
Draco stilled, thinking. “I hadn’t considered that. I don’t know. You’re expected to care for me in every way, so it might.”
“I know about HOW to make you like it, it’s just… Since I’ve never… I know what to do, I just haven’t ever actually DONE it.” Harry finished.
“Done… What?” Draco asked.
“I don’t know how to find the prostate.” Harry admitted. “At least, I’ve never found MINE.”
Draco blinked. “The WHAT?!”
Harry groaned, burying his red face in Draco’s neck. “And you’ll be no help, because you’ve obviously never even HEARD of it!”
“Well, I’m sorry if I haven’t read as many dirty magazines as you have, but I haven’t had many opportunities to get my hands on any. If my father doesn’t approve of something, it usually equals not going to happen. And he’d never approve of me being with another man. So, no, I’ve never heard of it. What IS it?” Draco asked.
“Male g-spot.” Harry mumbled, mortified. “And I only know about it because of the Weasley twins. When they heard I was interested in blokes, they made sure I was well-informed, even if it was against my will at the time.”
Draco raised a brow. “Oh? Tell me more.”
“Not much to tell.” Harry said, shrugging. “They sat me down and explained what feels good for guys and where the male g-spot was, but I haven’t been able to find mine, and I’m worried that if I can’t find YOURS, the ritual will suffer for it.”
Draco smirked. “Maybe we should practice. See if you can find it on me. I have to admit, I’m curious now.”
Harry groaned. “Don’t. I’d like to, but I don’t want to push for too much. We barely even know each other, and-“
“And we’re going to have to be willing to do much more with each other, and soon. I don’t have that much time. Every day we spend working up to the ritual is another day my father has the chance to use some spell to get me back. He WILL try something eventually.” Draco said calmly. “Keep in mind, I’m doing this to gain protection against his wishes, and he’s the Head of the Family. He has options he can use to keep me in line, and I’d have no other recourse.”
Harry nodded. “I guess you’re right. And if I’m going to own you, there’s really no such thing as pushing you too far, right?”
Draco smirked. “That is the theory. You know what I’ll object to, as we’ve already been over it. Anything else is fair. And if you need to know where it is to make me enjoy things, we need to make sure you CAN find it. The sooner, the better.” He raised his arms over his head and draped them over the arm of the seat. “Well? My body is at your disposal.”
Harry flushed. “I don’t have any lube.”
Draco sighed. “I’m sure the room can provide some. Or at least some lotion.”
Harry thought for a second. No lube appeared. “Looks like we’ll have to settle for lotion.” He muttered, changing his request, and a vial of lotion appeared.
Draco snorted. “Of course. We mustn’t make it too easy for the students to have sex in school, after all. Looks like it’ll be up to me to brew us some lube for the ritual. You’re lucky I’m good at potions. If we had to rely on you, we’d end up poisoned.” He said, a laugh in his voice.
“Shut up.” Harry grumbled, spreading the lotion over the fingers of one hand. “Tell me if I hurt you.” He said, then slid one gently into Draco.
Draco hissed in a breath. “It feels… Weird. But it doesn’t hurt.”
Harry nodded and began feeling around, searching for the spot he knew was there, but hadn’t been able to locate in his own body. Granted, he had gotten disheartened and had given up pretty quick, but he didn’t have that choice with Draco. He had to learn how to bring the blonde off with penetration, so he’d have to locate his prostate.
He slid another finger in, and began stretching the opening, still searching around. He brushed his fingers against something, and Draco tensed. “Merlin, do that again!” The blonde hissed.
Harry moved his fingers, rubbing against the small gland, and Draco moaned. “I think you found it.” He said breathlessly.
Harry gulped. “I think so.” He agreed, as Draco began to push back on his fingers.
Draco groaned when Harry added a third finger and began thrusting them in and out, stretching the passage and massaging Draco’s prostate gently.
Draco whimpered, arching. “Harry, more!” He begged.
Harry used his free hand to grab Draco’s cock and began stroking it, watching Draco raptly. He’d never seen him quite so open, so wanton.
He stroked the blonde quickly, eyes on his face the entire time. He realized that he could fall for him, if he wasn’t careful. He didn’t know how Draco would react if he did. True, the ritual they were doing was designed for lovers, but they’d never discussed their feelings in that regard.
Draco cried out, coming for the second time that day and melted against Harry, boneless. “Merlin.” He sighed, as Harry withdrew his fingers and cast a quick cleaning charm. “Well, that was… Intense.”
Harry laughed. “Mission accomplished, though. I found it.”
Draco chuckled. “That you did.”
“So, Draco,” Harry began. “This ritual is for lovers, right?” He asked.
Draco tensed. “It is. What of it?” He answered, not looking at Harry’s face.
“Do you… You don’t have any, you know, FEELINGS for me, do you?” Harry asked.
Draco scoffed, rolling off of Harry’s lap and standing in one fluid motion, meeting Harry’s eyes, his own cold and guarded again. “Of COURSE not. I’m doing this for protection from Riddle, not as some ploy to gain your love. I know I don’t have your heart, and I don’t WANT it. I wouldn’t say no to having your RESPECT, but I don’t want your love, Harry. Your heart is your own, and I’m not looking to gain anything other than protection.” He said, then added, “And don’t go all sentimental on me, either. Don’t fall for me. I don’t have a heart to give you. All that’s required for the ritual is affection. Not love.”
Harry nodded. “Alright. Merlin, I was just asking. No need to bite my head off.”
Draco shot him a smile. “Sorry. But we have to make sure that you don’t muddy the waters with all your Gryffindorish emotion. If you’re going to fall for me, tell me now and we’ll call this whole thing off.” He said, the smile fading. “Well?” He challenged.
Harry shook his head. “No, it’s fine. I just got wondering why you chose THIS ritual.”
“Because it’s the only legal one I could find that included the cutting of blood ties. That’s the ONLY reason.” Draco said firmly. “And if you’ll excuse me, I need to work on the blade a bit more before it’ll be ready.” He said, walking over and picking up the piece of silver, starting to sharpen it some more.
Harry sighed, watching him. ‘So, I can’t fall for him, huh? Well, that simplifies things rather a lot. I’ll just keep my heart guarded. And I’ll make sure any sex between us is just that: Sex. No “making love” with HIM.’ Harry allowed himself a wry smile. ‘Maybe once the war’s over, we can find a way to look for partners we can love, even with the Amore Schiavo in place. I’m not so sure he’ll have that option, though.’
*****
Thursday morning, there was a note addressed to Harry that arrived with breakfast.
Harry blinked at it, recognizing Hermione’s handwriting. He opened it, and read it as he ate.
“Dear Harry,
          Dumbledore told Ron and I that he sent you on a one-week mission for the Order, but he said he could make sure a note reached you safely, so I decided to write you. He said you have the means to write back, but he won’t tell us where you are or what you’re doing, only that it’s safe.
          I hope you’re not doing anything dangerous. Even though Dumbledore says you’re not, I can’t help but worry. I understand that whatever you’re doing is probably Top Secret, but at least write me back so I know you’re okay? Ron and I are waiting to hear from you.
                   Hermione”
Harry laughed as he finished reading it.
Draco was looking at him, a brow raised. “Who’s that from?” He asked.
“Hermione.” Harry answered. “Apparently, Dumbledore told her he could get a note to me, and I’m supposed to send a note back through him.”
Draco nodded, focusing on his food. “Just be careful what you tell her. We can’t risk anyone knowing our plans.” He said softly.
Harry decided his letter back would be short, just enough to let her know that, yes, he was safe, and that he’d see her and Ron Monday morning at breakfast.
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