Taken

A/N: This was originally titled: A life lived less ordinary for any of you who have read the one shot you can skip the first chapeter nothing has been changed. Draco was unsatisfied with his life, he thought it had grown dull since the defeat of Voldemort. All he wanted was a little excitement, But he never wanted someone to take his son. When Jamie Draken Malfoy is kidnapped the Malfoy family's life takes a tailspin for the worst. Will Harry and Draco's relationship crumble, or will they somehow be able to pick up the pieces and reshape their lives, even if it means saying goodbye to their son. If you like this check out my other work. Hope you enjoy reviewers have my eternal servitude. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW. How can an author know how to get better, or whether she should even bother sharing the story if no one says anything? Lol just think about that.


Being a responsible light wizard was not all it was cracked up to be. It had been five years since the war with Voldemort had ended and at twenty five Draco Malfoy found his life had changed drastically. Who would have thought that he of all people would spy for the light side! He had done it mainly out of revenge and because he was tired of being his fathers pawn.

Those days had been full of danger and excitement. His life had been at risk, there was the thrill of the chase. Not to mention the ever present tension between he and Harry. Tension that as time went on and it built up had exploded in their faces.

Finding that one minute they could argue like tom cats then shag like bunnies was an interesting discover, one that had added an element of challenge and zest to their lives. All that had been over for five years now.

Instead of a spy he had a desk job at the ministry. He went to work everyday and came home to have dinner. He read the paper and argued over politics. His life was...ordinary.

He sighed as he opened the door to the small white house he lived in. It was a far cry from the Manor home he used to live in. Harry preferred it that way, besides his mother needed a place to stay.

He and Harry had been living together for four years now. Everyday Harry got up and went to work as an Auror. He came home and they ate dinner together. Harry went into the den and did whatever it was in there that struck his fancy. All of it was so Ordinary.

He had talked to Harry about it many times, Harry assured him that when a man reached a certain age it was natural to feel this way.

Christ was he having some sort of mid-life crisis. He was only twenty five!

"Hey Harry, I'm home." He called out tiredly hanging up his cloak in the door way. There was a popping noise and Dobby the house elf appeared near his feet.

"Welcome home master Draco sir, Harry Potter sir says to keep you busy up here until he is ready for you." The house elf smiled up at him with huge blinking eyes. Draco snorted, so much for surprises. What was Harry doing in the den.

"Harry?" Draco called moving towards the den.

"Don't come down yet Draco. Dobby didn't I ask you too keep him busy!" Harry shouted from below.

"I was Harry Potter sir." Dobby squeaked. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Dobby its generally not a good idea to tell the person that!" Draco advised.

"It doesn't matter I'm done anyway. You can come down now Honeybunch." Harry's laughter floated up the stair way.

Draco felt a spurt of indignation, "Honeybunch? Honeybunch? You're asking for a beating Potter." Draco growled as he went down the den steps and opened the door he stared in shock. The room had been transformed. Instead of hard wood and machinery there was plush cushions. Pillows and incense and a variety of bowls and object laid out.

What the hell was all this about?

"Isn't it time you started calling me Harry we've only been together for seven years?" Harry laughed at him.

Draco nearly swallowed his tongue. What on earth was that contraption he was wearing. Silver wrist bans covered his forearms. His naked chest was displayed with perfection a golden collar of silk barely brushed perfect dusky nipples. His long lean thighs were covered by short satin boxers. They were a deep red the color of rich wine. Enough of him was laid bare to drive Draco to distraction, but enough hidden to drive him to madness wanting to reveal him. He was like a present. One he couldn't wait to unwrap.

"Whatever you want Harry" Draco replied he began to unbutton his white work shirt. Harry grinned.

"I thought as much. I was thinking about our conversation last week, I'm sorry you feel your life is so ordinary. I thought I might spice it up a little." Harry smiled.

It was coy and the perk in his lips was frankly the sexiest thing Draco had ever seen. Harry sauntered over to him and batted away the hands working on his buttons. With his teeth he began to slowly undo each one moving against him like a cat.

"This is defiantly interesting..." Draco bit back a moan as Harry's tongue darted inside the gap in his shirt to lick his skin.

"Shut up Draco. The last thing I want you to do is talk!" Harry purred undoing the last of his buttons. He yanked the shirt from his body in a rough motion.

"Ouch Damn Harry what are you..." Draco sucked in a breath as Harry's lips closed over one of his nipples. His lips teased and nibbled on it like it was a food. Draco moaned leaning into him. He could feel Harry's lips move into a smile on his skin.

He was just getting lost in the feeling of Harry's mouth moving up and down his chest in languorous movements, sending a hot and heady rush to his groin with each nibble when he felt something cold clasp across his wrists.

He looked down in shock, Harry had handcuffed him to the wall. A golden loop had been positioned in just the right place for the right moment.

Harry smiled wickedly, "Your my slave now Draco, always wanted a slave of my own."

Draco pulled but the cuffs had no give in them. "Harry this isn't funny!" Draco hissed. He wanted to touch Harry to slide his hands over that perfect body of his. Being restrained was not doing anything for his temper.

"Now now Draco, behave. Or I'll be forced to whip you!" Harry whispered. Draco shivered Harry was working on the snap in his slacks. Running his hands in sensuous caresses up his pant clad legs.

"You wouldn't dare." Draco bit out as Harry's hands slipped inside his pants. He bucked upwards at the burning touch.

"Don't count on it Malfoy." Harry replied. Draco shivered again as he felt cool air touch as skin as Harry slipped his pants off his legs,he willingly kicked the pants free.

His boxers quickly followed freeing his jutting erection. Harry licked his lips like he was eyeing a tasty food. "My my my, good enough to eat isn't it Draco." He purred.

One pale finger reached out to stroke him from base to tip. He moaned and thrust into the touch.

"Oh...God" He moaned as he felt Harry's lips sample his leaking head. A wave of sensation swamped his body tightening like a coil inside him. His blood was humming a low buzzing forming in his ears. He tried to move but the cuffs kept him in place.

That torturers tongue of his licked and stroked him till he was mindlessly thrusting in and out of his mouth. His body was tightening, pure electric sensation gathered in his blood swamping him. It beat at him, he lengthened and thickened. Just before he found release Harry withdrew.

"What are you doing!" Draco practically snarled as Harry backed away. Harry just smiled at him that teasing sexy grin. He leaned down and picked up one of the bowls on the floor. One was filled with... Chocolate?

Oh god, he wasn't going to survive this.

"Not that I don't find you yummy Draco, but I was in the mood for something a little less ordinary tonight." Harry said as he picked up the spoon inside the bowl.

"Oh please, Harry don't..." It was too late. Warm melting smooth chocolate was being spread over his nipples. He moaned at the contact. To feel it sliding over his skin was erotic. Then it was dripping a trail down his chest. Harry watched it flow with heated eyes then closed his mouth over one warm coated nipple. He sucked it like a lolly pop, rolling his tongue to Lap up all traces of chocolate.

"Oh...Jesus...Harry" He moaned as Harry followed the trail he had created. Biting and sucking, Draco moved back and forth against him the only movement the cuffs would allow. He rocked against them as Harry's mouth reached his thighs lapping at the chocolate. It was like fire searing his flesh the feel of Harry's lips on his body.

"uncuff me! NOW!" Draco demanded straining and rattling at his cuffs. Harry smiled at him and middlingly stepped back once again.

"Not quite done yet. You have no idea what that tasted like, I'll never eat chocolate again without thinking about this." Harry smiled at him.

Then he began to strip, Draco watched in fascination his heavy cock growing thicker and more painful by the moment. Each movement of Harry's body was designed to tease to enflame his arousal and his desire. He strained against his bonds again. God did Harry want him to beg.

Once he was completely naked Harry dipped his finger into a bowl of honey. With slow sexy movements he began to spread the honey over his own body. First behind his ears, then down his neck. He let it drip down that lean chest of his. He coated his hands in it and stroked his own reaction drawing moans from both of them.

Draco was going to break the wall if Harry didn't uncuff him! Harry smiled at him.

"So impatient Draco. Come on then...come get me." Harry laughed. He picked his wand up off a able and flicked it. Draco heard a click and he was moving.

He grabbed Harry and the met in a crash of passion. Draco's lips and tongue darted everywhere moving across silky honey smoothed skin. The taste of Harry's skin was enough to send him in a tailspin. Harry was grinding against him moaning his name.

"Oh..God yes...Draco..." He moaned as Draco's lips closed over his honey coated erection. It was salty yet sweet all at once. It was thick and hard jutting inside his mouth as Harry thrust back and forth.

They fell to the cushions and pillows coating the floor in a tangle of limbs. Draco felt his control fading fast as Harry's tongue thrust in and out of his mouth.

"Harry...where's...luber..." He could barely form words. Every time he broke a kiss to form words Harry yanked him back for another assault to his senses.

When Harry thrust up against him and their erections ground against each other the pleasure was actually pain in his body. He got inventive. He leaned over and dipped his fingers in the honey.

Harry arched upwards giving him better access to prepare him. He could feel Harry shiver and his muscles contracted as Draco slid his fingers inside his warm waiting channel.

"Now. I'm more then ready. Now Draco now." Harry panted turning himself over.

It was all the prompting Draco needed. He positioned himself, after years he knew the exact angle perfectly. He slammed into Harry.

Harry let out a cry of pleasure that was more like a scream then anything else. Draco withdrew and plunged in again straining in an effort to burry himself as deeply inside Harry as was possible.

Harry thrust backwards to meat him his moans and cries of pleasure mingling with Draco's groans and pants.

The strained against each other, thrusting and moving in perfect rhythm. It built inside them both, until Harry stiffened and screamed again releasing himself onto the cushions.

Draco pounded into him mindlessly searching for his own release. Harry Rolled his hips and thrust backwards and Draco felt as if his soul was tearing from his body. He came like a faucet releasing into Harry.

He collapsed to the side of him and lay sprawled on wet sticky cushions. He could barely think never mind form words, he rolled over and gathered Harry to him.

He fought for breath as Harry wrapped his arms around him.

"I still don't like you, you know." Harry whispered exhaustedly.

"Same here Harry, cant stand the sight of you." Draco replied.

Every time they made love they said these words to each other. In amusement if nothing else. Draco tenderly smoothed a pattern on the skin of Harry's back as they both drifted off to sleep.

He wasn't worried anymore, with Harry life was anything but ordinary.