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Compelled
Chapter Number/Total: 11/41
Chapter Title: Compelled
Words: 3057 Words
Slughorn winced before Harry. "Well, I came back here after dinner and was going to put the supply of Amortentia antidote away, as we'd finished with that ... but it slipped from my grasp and, well, there you have it." The man gestured toward Filch, who looked like he wanted nothing more than to hit Slughorn.
Draco scowled. "So this is obviously a waste of time," he huffed, and moved to leave.
"Harry," said Ron in warning as Draco turned.
Harry turned quickly, too. "Draco," he groaned. "Please don't make me force you to stay."
"Theo and Pansy were right, you do think you have the right to order me around," Draco snapped, scowling at Harry now.
Harry groaned again, covering his face with his hands.
"Draco, you really are going to be very upset when you snap out of this. Please just stand and wait until Harry can fix it," said Hermione, frowning and looking at Harry concernedly.
"First, I don't take orders from you," Draco said to Hermione. "And second, even if it were a potion, the antidote is obviously not available. So I don't know why I have to remain here."
Hermione sighed.
"You don't have any?" Harry asked, desperate as he turned back to Slughorn.
"The only antidote I have is ... on the floor," Slughorn answered.
"You can't make some more?" Harry asked. "I can't leave him like this!"
Slughorn winced again. "Well, I could, but ... the ingredients take ... months to stew," he said, sounding truly sorry.
Harry's mouth fell completely open and a small disbelieving sound escaped him.
"Now, now, Harry," Slughorn said quickly. "I do know of a place where you can order Amortentia Antidote pre-made ... though I suppose that might take a few days."
"I don't have a few days!" Harry spat.
Draco shook his head. He was seriously considering trying to leave again. The problem was that Harry could compel him to stay even if he did try.
"Are you ... well, are you sure he's been slipped Amortentia?" Slughorn asked.
"Yes, I'm sure!" Harry snapped, trying to think of what to do.
"You could see what the Headmistress might have to say...." Slughorn suggested.
"I want the potion taken off him!" Harry insisted. "I want it off him!"
Draco rolled his eyes and huffed. He looked down the hall toward where the Slytherin dorms were and wondered how Theo was doing. He wanted to go to him.
Harry covered his face with his hands again, feeling mad with frustration.
All of them stood looking at each other for several moments, but then Hermione stared strangely between Harry and Draco. "Harry...." she said thoughtfully.
"What?" Harry asked, feeling utterly miserable and still very angry.
"Could you bring him out of it?" she asked. "It actually seems like it might be ... simple compared to everything else you've done...."
Harry looked up at her, frowning, and then to Draco.
"I have had enough of this," Draco said, then turned again and began walking away.
Harry groaned. There was nothing else for it. "Draco, stop," he said, wincing.
Draco growled, held in place by the compulsion. "You three talk about a potion," he sneered, "but the only one I see controlling me now is Potter."
Harry closed his eyes for a moment. "Come here," he said to his husband. He didn't want to order him around, but he couldn't simply let Draco leave to roam around the castle looking for Theo Nott while not at all in his right mind.
Draco fought the compulsion, sweat breaking out on his forehead and pain running down his spine when he did. It didn't help. His body walked obediently to Harry.
Harry took a very deep breath, already knowing what he would probably have to do to bring Draco out of it with his magic. And he didn't like the thought of it at all. It even scared him. "Draco, snap out of it," he ordered, having to try that just in case.
"Sod off, Potter," Draco responded angrily.
Harry closed his eyes again, but then looked over at Hermione and Ron. Hermione looked back at him with a pained, knowing expression and Ron actually looked almost the same. Slughorn seemed confused, but Harry wasn't explaining it to him. "Ginny has Valen," Harry said quietly to his friends. "Can you -"
"Yes, Harry," said Hermione.
Harry sighed and clenched his teeth. "Come on, Draco," he said, turning in the direction of Gryffindor Tower.
Draco found himself following the other man before he even had a chance to resist. "What are you going to do?" he hissed.
Harry didn't answer him, only continued down the corridor, eyes on the ground.
"You make me into some kind of living puppet and you have the nerve to accuse Theo of using a potion on me?" Draco accused.
Harry took another deep breath, telling himself over and over that it wasn't really Draco talking.
There was a reason Draco had been placed in Slytherin. He spotted the weakness and pressed. "So how is your binding me not a Love Spell, too?" he asked.
Harry trembled. "Because it's not," he said quietly, unable to help it, but he didn't stop moving.
"Your magic has controlled me since that day," Draco pointed out. "How is that different?"
Harry was heading up stairs now, still trembling, and there was no Draco to tell him that it was okay, because Draco was the one talking. "I know you don't really mean that," he said, trying to keep calm. He was on the verge of not allowing Draco to speak.
"How would you know what I mean?" Draco sneered.
Harry's eyes teared up. "Shut up," he said, quickening his steps. If his magic didn't work, he didn't know how he was going to take days of this.
Draco winced and felt the compulsion forcing him to keep silent. He seethed, unable to do anything but follow Potter now.
Harry wiped at his eyes, keeping his head down as he led Draco up to the tower. He ignored the looks people gave them in the common room and began toward the boys' staircase.
Valen saw his daddies and began squealing and reaching for them.
Harry winced as something like sharp pain shot through him at the sight of those green eyes and those little hands reaching out.
Ginny looked at both Harry and Draco expectantly as they stood there.
Draco crossed his arms over his chest. He wanted to reach for his child or say something but the compulsion prevented it. He glared at Harry.
Harry couldn't completely ignore Valen. He couldn't. He walked over to Ginny and picked Valen up, kissing his head. "Ron and Hermione are coming now," he said to her. "They're going to watch him for a bit. Draco and I need to do something."
"Okay...." she said, looking confused as she glanced at Draco.
Draco held out his hands, unable to even ask for Valen.
Harry frowned at him, unsure if he should give the baby to Draco or not. He finally did after a few moments, even though he wanted to go up to tower right then so that they could fix all of this.
Draco held his child, feeling some of his anger lessen with the contact. He kissed the little boy's forehead.
Valen, for his part, patted his Daddy Draco but was looking at him curiously. He burbled out what sounded like a question.
Harry clenched his teeth for a second. "You can talk," he said quietly so that Ginny wouldn't hear. He didn't feel like answering any questions that would evoke.
Draco scowled at Harry in response. Then he turned his attention back to his son. He really didn't know what to say to the baby at this moment. "I love you," he whispered to him.
"Can you take him until Ron and Hermione get here?" Harry asked Ginny, who was looking very confused still.
"Sure...." she said slowly, holding her arms out to take the baby again.
Draco glared at Harry, trying to decide whether or not to attempt to refuse him again. Making a scene in front of their child was the only thing that stopped him and he reluctantly handed the boy to Ginny.
Harry took one last deep breath, turning to the boys' staircase and making his way up to the top.
The order to follow Harry was still in place, so Draco was forced to hurry after him. He was so angry he was red in the face.
Harry closed the door when Draco was in the room, and then placed Locking and Silencing Charms on it. He hardly wanted to turn and face the blond, but finally did, slowly.
"Release me," Draco hissed.
"You're under a Love Potion," Harry said as if trying to explain, feeling like he was doing something wrong.
"So you insist," Draco drawled, arms crossed over his chest again.
"Yes, I insist," said Harry. "And in order to bring you out of it, I have to.... You're going to have let me.... We're going to have sex."
Draco shook his head. "And does what I think matter in this?" he said.
"I have to do it," Harry said, looking down.
"And my refusal means nothing here, I suppose," Draco said.
"Are you going to refuse?" Harry asked, voice quiet, though he hadn't meant it to be.
"I haven't actually been asked, have I?" Draco drawled. "You have done nothing but order me around since you came crashing into that storage room."
"Will you please just do it?" Harry asked, surprising himself when he found he was begging.
"Do what, Potter?" Draco drawled.
"Will you please just have sex with me?" Harry asked, looking the floor. He knew he could simply get all of this over with if he ordered Draco on the bed and to spread his legs, but that felt wrong.
"And what will you do if I refuse?" Draco asked.
"I - I'll have to make you," Harry replied quietly. "But I don't want to."
"So this isn't a real choice then," Draco scowled. "You just want me to agree to make it easier on you."
"I want you to agree so that it's easier on both of us," Harry told him. "Draco, you don’t - you don't know what you're saying."
"You want this, you do it," Draco hissed. "I am not going to make this easy on you. If you wanted easy, you shouldn't have ordered me in the first place."
Harry closed his eyes, feeling tears there. He didn't open them again for several moments, but then said shakily, "Draco, get on the bed. Face down."
"Can't face me, can you?" Draco sneered as his body complied with the command.
Harry didn't answer but trembled more. He removed his own clothes and then his husband's.
Draco shivered as Harry's magic both compelled and stripped him. His body was responding in spite of his anger.
Harry swallowed heavily as he climbed on the bed and lubed his fingers. He brought his shaking hand to Draco's entrance, pushing the fingers inside him.
"Just going to fuck me and that will solve everything?" Draco sneered. "I'm not dead, Potter."
Harry prepared Draco quickly after that, not mentioning to him that he would be dead without this in a few hours. He lubed his own cock, positioning himself over his husband.
Draco gritted his teeth at the feel of Harry's fingers pressing into him. Harry really was going to rape him. He was shocked. He hadn't thought the other man would go through with it.
Harry's breathing was shallow as he pressed the head of his cock to Draco's opening. He stayed that way for a moment before he began to slide inside him, wanting it over with very, very badly.
Draco's body responded to Harry's magic, opening to the other man, while the blond began to silently cry.
Harry closed his eyes, beginning to cry as well. He could feel the tension in his husband. Draco really didn't want him. Harry was forcing himself on him. It was worse than Draco going cold.
Draco buried his face in his arm. He had never felt ashamed to be taken by Harry before. He could feel the other man's magic crackling over his skin and it actually hurt. Hurt like it did sometimes when Harry was angry.
"Please, Draco," Harry whispered, lowering his forehead to the back of Draco's neck as a few tears speckled his pale skin. "Please let this work."
Draco didn't respond. He had never felt so powerless before and it hurt more than he realised. His body was aroused but he felt separate from it.
Harry shook as he thrust into Draco, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. He had an erection, but it was like it didn't make any difference. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. And he actually began to wonder if he would be able to come at all. It didn't even feel like he was with his husband. It felt like a different person beneath him. He thrust and thrust and thrust and was trembling so badly after several minutes that he could hardly do anything else. Draco was not pushing back against him, Draco was not gasping his name, Draco did not want him and Harry couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand it even knowing that Draco wasn't in his right mind. He pulled out of him, unable to reach completion. Tears fell from his eyes as he fell to the side, gasping and trying to breathe.
"Release me," Draco whispered from where the compulsion held him.
Harry cried harder. "I release it," he gasped, throwing his arm over his head.
Draco shuddered and rolled off the bed, falling to the floor. He lay there curled around himself, still crying.
Harry lifted his head and then dropped to the floor on the opposite side of the bed, crawling around to Draco's side. His body screamed for him to reach for Draco, but he didn't know - no, he did know that Draco didn't want him. "Draco, please," he whispered to him, unable to use his voice even. He couldn't remember ever feeling so hurt and confused and ashamed in his life.
Draco had been crying silently but Harry's words seemed to release something and he sobbed now. "You did it, you really did it," he moaned, unable still to believe that Harry had forced him like that.
"But I had to. Draco, I had to," Harry protested, tears streaming. "You have to know I'm right. You have to. You love me."
"Had to rape me?" Draco asked, looking up then, pain clear in his eyes.
Harry's eyes went very, very wide and he shook violently, feeling sick. "No, I didn't," he whispered. "I didn't."
Draco shuddered. "You did," he whispered. "I said no and you did it anyway."
"No," Harry said, voice very high in the end. "I was trying to fix it through the binding." He brought his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them and then burying his face there. "I said I didn't want to." He felt even more ill.
"Fix what? That I wanted someone else?" Draco got shakily to his hands and knees, then held on to a bed post to pull himself to standing again.
"You don't understand," Harry sobbed. "You took the potion and you don't understand. Listen to yourself, Draco."
Draco scowled and walked over to the door, taking his dressing gown off the hook and pulling it on. "Let's just assume for one minute that you're right. That I am under the influence of a Love Potion. Explain to me how that justifies your using me like a puppet and then raping me."
"No, it's not like that," Harry sobbed. "You don't understand," he whispered.
"I'm asking you to explain it, Potter," Draco snapped, still standing by the door and looking down at his husband. "Because last I heard, Love Potions aren't fatal."
"You're not you," Harry said with his eyes shut tightly, feeling like he was speaking more to himself. "You're not you right now."
"Because I would always be okay with doing whatever you tell me?" Draco sneered.
"You know it's not like that," Harry whispered, moving his head between his knees, because the world felt like it was tilted the wrong way. "You know I don't treat you like that. You know I don't."
"Yet, isn't that what you did?" Draco asked, voice cold. "You are supposedly rescuing me from a potion that takes away my free will, but using your magic to coerce me to your will."
"No, Draco, because you would never do this to me!" Harry said, suddenly shouting. "Would you rather I not do anything and let you go off when you're not thinking straight?! And then there's the fact that you'll die without me! This isn't you! And you're the one who doesn't want to take to binding off! You! But you're not you!"
"What did I do to you, Potter?" Draco sneered. "I had sex with someone else. Someone I was already attracted to and who is a former lover. How is that worse than rape?"
Harry lifted his head, clenching his fists. "Now you're putting words in my mouth," he said, glaring. His face was still wet with tears. "My husband knows how I feel about our relationship. I already had this conversation with you, Draco, and you wouldn't do this to me. Merlin, I wish you'd stop."
"A Love Potion may make you desire someone you wouldn't otherwise, but it does not make you into an entirely different person," Draco snapped back.
"Apparently, it does!" Harry shouted. "Because, Draco, if you were asked who you love right now, who would you say?"
Draco's eyes narrowed. "Right now I am angry with you. But you seem to be under the delusion that I stopped loving you sometime in the last few hours."
Chapter Title: Compelled
Words: 3057 Words
Slughorn winced before Harry. "Well, I came back here after dinner and was going to put the supply of Amortentia antidote away, as we'd finished with that ... but it slipped from my grasp and, well, there you have it." The man gestured toward Filch, who looked like he wanted nothing more than to hit Slughorn.
Draco scowled. "So this is obviously a waste of time," he huffed, and moved to leave.
"Harry," said Ron in warning as Draco turned.
Harry turned quickly, too. "Draco," he groaned. "Please don't make me force you to stay."
"Theo and Pansy were right, you do think you have the right to order me around," Draco snapped, scowling at Harry now.
Harry groaned again, covering his face with his hands.
"Draco, you really are going to be very upset when you snap out of this. Please just stand and wait until Harry can fix it," said Hermione, frowning and looking at Harry concernedly.
"First, I don't take orders from you," Draco said to Hermione. "And second, even if it were a potion, the antidote is obviously not available. So I don't know why I have to remain here."
Hermione sighed.
"You don't have any?" Harry asked, desperate as he turned back to Slughorn.
"The only antidote I have is ... on the floor," Slughorn answered.
"You can't make some more?" Harry asked. "I can't leave him like this!"
Slughorn winced again. "Well, I could, but ... the ingredients take ... months to stew," he said, sounding truly sorry.
Harry's mouth fell completely open and a small disbelieving sound escaped him.
"Now, now, Harry," Slughorn said quickly. "I do know of a place where you can order Amortentia Antidote pre-made ... though I suppose that might take a few days."
"I don't have a few days!" Harry spat.
Draco shook his head. He was seriously considering trying to leave again. The problem was that Harry could compel him to stay even if he did try.
"Are you ... well, are you sure he's been slipped Amortentia?" Slughorn asked.
"Yes, I'm sure!" Harry snapped, trying to think of what to do.
"You could see what the Headmistress might have to say...." Slughorn suggested.
"I want the potion taken off him!" Harry insisted. "I want it off him!"
Draco rolled his eyes and huffed. He looked down the hall toward where the Slytherin dorms were and wondered how Theo was doing. He wanted to go to him.
Harry covered his face with his hands again, feeling mad with frustration.
All of them stood looking at each other for several moments, but then Hermione stared strangely between Harry and Draco. "Harry...." she said thoughtfully.
"What?" Harry asked, feeling utterly miserable and still very angry.
"Could you bring him out of it?" she asked. "It actually seems like it might be ... simple compared to everything else you've done...."
Harry looked up at her, frowning, and then to Draco.
"I have had enough of this," Draco said, then turned again and began walking away.
Harry groaned. There was nothing else for it. "Draco, stop," he said, wincing.
Draco growled, held in place by the compulsion. "You three talk about a potion," he sneered, "but the only one I see controlling me now is Potter."
Harry closed his eyes for a moment. "Come here," he said to his husband. He didn't want to order him around, but he couldn't simply let Draco leave to roam around the castle looking for Theo Nott while not at all in his right mind.
Draco fought the compulsion, sweat breaking out on his forehead and pain running down his spine when he did. It didn't help. His body walked obediently to Harry.
Harry took a very deep breath, already knowing what he would probably have to do to bring Draco out of it with his magic. And he didn't like the thought of it at all. It even scared him. "Draco, snap out of it," he ordered, having to try that just in case.
"Sod off, Potter," Draco responded angrily.
Harry closed his eyes again, but then looked over at Hermione and Ron. Hermione looked back at him with a pained, knowing expression and Ron actually looked almost the same. Slughorn seemed confused, but Harry wasn't explaining it to him. "Ginny has Valen," Harry said quietly to his friends. "Can you -"
"Yes, Harry," said Hermione.
Harry sighed and clenched his teeth. "Come on, Draco," he said, turning in the direction of Gryffindor Tower.
Draco found himself following the other man before he even had a chance to resist. "What are you going to do?" he hissed.
Harry didn't answer him, only continued down the corridor, eyes on the ground.
"You make me into some kind of living puppet and you have the nerve to accuse Theo of using a potion on me?" Draco accused.
Harry took another deep breath, telling himself over and over that it wasn't really Draco talking.
There was a reason Draco had been placed in Slytherin. He spotted the weakness and pressed. "So how is your binding me not a Love Spell, too?" he asked.
Harry trembled. "Because it's not," he said quietly, unable to help it, but he didn't stop moving.
"Your magic has controlled me since that day," Draco pointed out. "How is that different?"
Harry was heading up stairs now, still trembling, and there was no Draco to tell him that it was okay, because Draco was the one talking. "I know you don't really mean that," he said, trying to keep calm. He was on the verge of not allowing Draco to speak.
"How would you know what I mean?" Draco sneered.
Harry's eyes teared up. "Shut up," he said, quickening his steps. If his magic didn't work, he didn't know how he was going to take days of this.
Draco winced and felt the compulsion forcing him to keep silent. He seethed, unable to do anything but follow Potter now.
Harry wiped at his eyes, keeping his head down as he led Draco up to the tower. He ignored the looks people gave them in the common room and began toward the boys' staircase.
Valen saw his daddies and began squealing and reaching for them.
Harry winced as something like sharp pain shot through him at the sight of those green eyes and those little hands reaching out.
Ginny looked at both Harry and Draco expectantly as they stood there.
Draco crossed his arms over his chest. He wanted to reach for his child or say something but the compulsion prevented it. He glared at Harry.
Harry couldn't completely ignore Valen. He couldn't. He walked over to Ginny and picked Valen up, kissing his head. "Ron and Hermione are coming now," he said to her. "They're going to watch him for a bit. Draco and I need to do something."
"Okay...." she said, looking confused as she glanced at Draco.
Draco held out his hands, unable to even ask for Valen.
Harry frowned at him, unsure if he should give the baby to Draco or not. He finally did after a few moments, even though he wanted to go up to tower right then so that they could fix all of this.
Draco held his child, feeling some of his anger lessen with the contact. He kissed the little boy's forehead.
Valen, for his part, patted his Daddy Draco but was looking at him curiously. He burbled out what sounded like a question.
Harry clenched his teeth for a second. "You can talk," he said quietly so that Ginny wouldn't hear. He didn't feel like answering any questions that would evoke.
Draco scowled at Harry in response. Then he turned his attention back to his son. He really didn't know what to say to the baby at this moment. "I love you," he whispered to him.
"Can you take him until Ron and Hermione get here?" Harry asked Ginny, who was looking very confused still.
"Sure...." she said slowly, holding her arms out to take the baby again.
Draco glared at Harry, trying to decide whether or not to attempt to refuse him again. Making a scene in front of their child was the only thing that stopped him and he reluctantly handed the boy to Ginny.
Harry took one last deep breath, turning to the boys' staircase and making his way up to the top.
The order to follow Harry was still in place, so Draco was forced to hurry after him. He was so angry he was red in the face.
Harry closed the door when Draco was in the room, and then placed Locking and Silencing Charms on it. He hardly wanted to turn and face the blond, but finally did, slowly.
"Release me," Draco hissed.
"You're under a Love Potion," Harry said as if trying to explain, feeling like he was doing something wrong.
"So you insist," Draco drawled, arms crossed over his chest again.
"Yes, I insist," said Harry. "And in order to bring you out of it, I have to.... You're going to have let me.... We're going to have sex."
Draco shook his head. "And does what I think matter in this?" he said.
"I have to do it," Harry said, looking down.
"And my refusal means nothing here, I suppose," Draco said.
"Are you going to refuse?" Harry asked, voice quiet, though he hadn't meant it to be.
"I haven't actually been asked, have I?" Draco drawled. "You have done nothing but order me around since you came crashing into that storage room."
"Will you please just do it?" Harry asked, surprising himself when he found he was begging.
"Do what, Potter?" Draco drawled.
"Will you please just have sex with me?" Harry asked, looking the floor. He knew he could simply get all of this over with if he ordered Draco on the bed and to spread his legs, but that felt wrong.
"And what will you do if I refuse?" Draco asked.
"I - I'll have to make you," Harry replied quietly. "But I don't want to."
"So this isn't a real choice then," Draco scowled. "You just want me to agree to make it easier on you."
"I want you to agree so that it's easier on both of us," Harry told him. "Draco, you don’t - you don't know what you're saying."
"You want this, you do it," Draco hissed. "I am not going to make this easy on you. If you wanted easy, you shouldn't have ordered me in the first place."
Harry closed his eyes, feeling tears there. He didn't open them again for several moments, but then said shakily, "Draco, get on the bed. Face down."
"Can't face me, can you?" Draco sneered as his body complied with the command.
Harry didn't answer but trembled more. He removed his own clothes and then his husband's.
Draco shivered as Harry's magic both compelled and stripped him. His body was responding in spite of his anger.
Harry swallowed heavily as he climbed on the bed and lubed his fingers. He brought his shaking hand to Draco's entrance, pushing the fingers inside him.
"Just going to fuck me and that will solve everything?" Draco sneered. "I'm not dead, Potter."
Harry prepared Draco quickly after that, not mentioning to him that he would be dead without this in a few hours. He lubed his own cock, positioning himself over his husband.
Draco gritted his teeth at the feel of Harry's fingers pressing into him. Harry really was going to rape him. He was shocked. He hadn't thought the other man would go through with it.
Harry's breathing was shallow as he pressed the head of his cock to Draco's opening. He stayed that way for a moment before he began to slide inside him, wanting it over with very, very badly.
Draco's body responded to Harry's magic, opening to the other man, while the blond began to silently cry.
Harry closed his eyes, beginning to cry as well. He could feel the tension in his husband. Draco really didn't want him. Harry was forcing himself on him. It was worse than Draco going cold.
Draco buried his face in his arm. He had never felt ashamed to be taken by Harry before. He could feel the other man's magic crackling over his skin and it actually hurt. Hurt like it did sometimes when Harry was angry.
"Please, Draco," Harry whispered, lowering his forehead to the back of Draco's neck as a few tears speckled his pale skin. "Please let this work."
Draco didn't respond. He had never felt so powerless before and it hurt more than he realised. His body was aroused but he felt separate from it.
Harry shook as he thrust into Draco, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. He had an erection, but it was like it didn't make any difference. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. And he actually began to wonder if he would be able to come at all. It didn't even feel like he was with his husband. It felt like a different person beneath him. He thrust and thrust and thrust and was trembling so badly after several minutes that he could hardly do anything else. Draco was not pushing back against him, Draco was not gasping his name, Draco did not want him and Harry couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand it even knowing that Draco wasn't in his right mind. He pulled out of him, unable to reach completion. Tears fell from his eyes as he fell to the side, gasping and trying to breathe.
"Release me," Draco whispered from where the compulsion held him.
Harry cried harder. "I release it," he gasped, throwing his arm over his head.
Draco shuddered and rolled off the bed, falling to the floor. He lay there curled around himself, still crying.
Harry lifted his head and then dropped to the floor on the opposite side of the bed, crawling around to Draco's side. His body screamed for him to reach for Draco, but he didn't know - no, he did know that Draco didn't want him. "Draco, please," he whispered to him, unable to use his voice even. He couldn't remember ever feeling so hurt and confused and ashamed in his life.
Draco had been crying silently but Harry's words seemed to release something and he sobbed now. "You did it, you really did it," he moaned, unable still to believe that Harry had forced him like that.
"But I had to. Draco, I had to," Harry protested, tears streaming. "You have to know I'm right. You have to. You love me."
"Had to rape me?" Draco asked, looking up then, pain clear in his eyes.
Harry's eyes went very, very wide and he shook violently, feeling sick. "No, I didn't," he whispered. "I didn't."
Draco shuddered. "You did," he whispered. "I said no and you did it anyway."
"No," Harry said, voice very high in the end. "I was trying to fix it through the binding." He brought his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them and then burying his face there. "I said I didn't want to." He felt even more ill.
"Fix what? That I wanted someone else?" Draco got shakily to his hands and knees, then held on to a bed post to pull himself to standing again.
"You don't understand," Harry sobbed. "You took the potion and you don't understand. Listen to yourself, Draco."
Draco scowled and walked over to the door, taking his dressing gown off the hook and pulling it on. "Let's just assume for one minute that you're right. That I am under the influence of a Love Potion. Explain to me how that justifies your using me like a puppet and then raping me."
"No, it's not like that," Harry sobbed. "You don't understand," he whispered.
"I'm asking you to explain it, Potter," Draco snapped, still standing by the door and looking down at his husband. "Because last I heard, Love Potions aren't fatal."
"You're not you," Harry said with his eyes shut tightly, feeling like he was speaking more to himself. "You're not you right now."
"Because I would always be okay with doing whatever you tell me?" Draco sneered.
"You know it's not like that," Harry whispered, moving his head between his knees, because the world felt like it was tilted the wrong way. "You know I don't treat you like that. You know I don't."
"Yet, isn't that what you did?" Draco asked, voice cold. "You are supposedly rescuing me from a potion that takes away my free will, but using your magic to coerce me to your will."
"No, Draco, because you would never do this to me!" Harry said, suddenly shouting. "Would you rather I not do anything and let you go off when you're not thinking straight?! And then there's the fact that you'll die without me! This isn't you! And you're the one who doesn't want to take to binding off! You! But you're not you!"
"What did I do to you, Potter?" Draco sneered. "I had sex with someone else. Someone I was already attracted to and who is a former lover. How is that worse than rape?"
Harry lifted his head, clenching his fists. "Now you're putting words in my mouth," he said, glaring. His face was still wet with tears. "My husband knows how I feel about our relationship. I already had this conversation with you, Draco, and you wouldn't do this to me. Merlin, I wish you'd stop."
"A Love Potion may make you desire someone you wouldn't otherwise, but it does not make you into an entirely different person," Draco snapped back.
"Apparently, it does!" Harry shouted. "Because, Draco, if you were asked who you love right now, who would you say?"
Draco's eyes narrowed. "Right now I am angry with you. But you seem to be under the delusion that I stopped loving you sometime in the last few hours."