Devil's Snare
Breakfast
Title: Devil's Snare
Rating: R
Word Count: 362
012: Breakfast
Paring: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry is told to bring Draco to the light side of the war at any cost. Post-HBP, D/s, dubious consent, Post-Hogwarts, war!fic.
Disclaimer: Unoriginal characters and situations belong to JKRowling. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Harry shouldn't have been surprised when he saw Malfoy having breakfast with Blaise Zabini in the Garden at The Hours. But he was surprised. He was surprised, and angry, and unreasonably jealous. Malfoy looked far too comfortable with Zabini's hand on his own, and smiled that playful pouting smile that Harry couldn't stand to see directed anywhere but at him.
Without first thinking of the consequences, Harry approached them, growing irritated with the way their conversation fell awkwardly silent and Malfoy looked at Harry as if they hadn't been working and sleeping together for going on two months.
"What do you want, Potter?" Zabini demanded.
"I want a word with Malfoy."
"If this is about your proposition again, you can go straight to hell in a hand-basket. He's not interested, understand?"
"Malfoy," Harry said, ignoring Zabini. "We need to talk. In private. Now."
"This better be good, Potter." Malfoy said, signaling to Zabini to go. Zabini narrowed his eyes, his grip on Malfoy's hand growing tighter.
"I'm not going anywhere. What's this all about, anyway?"
"I hired him. This is none of your business."
"Hired – Draco doesn't work, Potter. He's never had a job in his—" Zabini cut himself off, looking at Malfoy suspiciously. "This is… Draco you didn't agree… did you?"
"Like I said, Zabini: this is none of your business."
Zabini pulled his hand away from Malfoy's and rose. "I can't believe you agreed to this. It's so fucking stupid I don't even know where to begin…. You know where to find me when you decide to drop this loser." Whipping out his wand, Zabini apparated away. Malfoy turned to Harry, a hateful look smoldering in his eyes.
"What did you do that for?"
"I… I don't know."
Malfoy ducked his head. "You're jealous," he said quietly.
Sighing, Harry admitted, "You were looking at him the way you're supposed to look at only me."
"Only you, hmm?" Malfoy stood and sidled to Harry's side. "He's my lover, Potter."
"I'm your lover, now."
"I assume you came here for a reason other than marking your territory."
"I need your help."
"With?"
"The Allsource."
As they talked, Malfoy's breakfast went cold.