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Even After
Chapter Number/Total: 12/41
Chapter Title: Even After
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Harry stilled, his eyes narrowing as he thought. "You're saying you still love me?" he asked. Amortentia should have been enough to override any feelings of love Draco had for Harry.
Draco frowned, trying to puzzle out his emotions. He had been feeling such an intense passion for Theo that he had forgotten everything else - husband and child, especially. But he could not remember a moment since he was eleven in which he had not been in love with Harry Potter. And his anger at his husband was real enough. Being in love with Harry had never stopped him from being angry with him before. Yet, here were these other feelings about Theo. He was genuinely confused now. Draco walked over to the window, looking out at the now darkened sky. "Yes," he whispered.
Harry could see that Draco was confused and leapt upon it, though he was unsure if it would do anything. "And do you honestly think, after everything we've been through, after everything we've done, that I would try to control you? That I would really use the binding to manipulate you? Draco, you know I wouldn't. You know I have far too much respect for you to ever do that. I wouldn't do that to anyone and you're my husband! You mean more to me than anyone else!"
"Then why?" Draco asked, still not turning around. "My having sex with him doesn't injure anyone. Why barge in there and humiliate me like that?"
"Because it's not you," Harry said. "And it doesn't injure anyone, but it hurt me," he added quietly. "And I know you would never do that to me. You would never do anything you knew would hurt me. Never anything like that."
"And are you less hurt by what you did?" Draco asked.
"I didn't want to do that," Harry said, pushing himself to his feet. "And maybe I shouldn't have, but I swear I only did it to bring you back. I promise I would never hurt you. Not ever. I love you more than anything, Draco. I swear it."
"And refusing to fuck you on demand?" Draco asked. "Because, face it, Harry, I wouldn't have been in danger until morning."
Harry closed his eyes. "I didn't think you would let me at all - even when you needed it. I only wanted to get you back as soon as I could. I didn't even know you still loved me under the potion. You shouldn't be able to, but I think it's because of our binding. That's why I tried to use the sex, but I ... couldn't come."
Draco was quiet for another minute, staring off into the darkness. "I have told you before," he whispered. "Nothing can stop me loving you." Draco turned and his face was hard, despite his previous words. "But, Harry, if you ever force yourself on me again when I say no, then I swear I will walk away, no matter what the consequences," he said.
Harry knew it would be impossible to explain to Draco in his current state, and so he nodded to him. "Do you still think you're not under a Love Potion?" he asked.
Draco tried to step outside the maelstrom of conflicting emotions and analyse his own situation. He could still feel the desire to run to Theo but he forced himself to be apart from that. It was hard, but he closed his eyes and focused, breathing deep. "I know that I turned Theo down last week," he said. "But today I pursued him. I can remember that. He even tried to remind me of it actually. I know that I have never broken my agreements with you. But today, I didn't even remember them. That, combined with the fact that our class brewed the potion today makes it a possibility." He turned his back to Harry again and looked out the window.
Harry sighed, only a little shakily, and stared at Draco for several minutes. "Would you like to be controlled by something?" he asked cautiously. "Or would you like to be able to think straight?"
"I am controlled by something, regardless," the blond answered. "You made that clear today in a way I had not allowed myself to think about."
"Fine," Harry replied. "I'll take the binding off then, but not unless you're thinking straight. Even if there's a chance you're under a potion, don't you want to be sure?"
"So what are you suggesting we do about this?" Draco asked, his tone suspicious.
"Draco ... our binding ... fixes things," Harry said slowly. "You know it does. I think it would fix you if you were under a Love Potion. It even makes you immune to the Imperius Curse, and apparently, it allows you to still love me and at least try to think normally even under Amortentia, which is something you should not be able to do."
"You don't think I would still love you without it, do you?" Draco asked, frowning.
"No, no, that's not what I mean," said Harry. "I mean ... I think we should use it.... Now. And if not now, then soon at least. We'll have to anyway."
"Do you think your 'cure' would only work if you fuck me?" Draco asked.
"That's ... the only way I know how," Harry said quietly, nearly wincing at Draco's use of the word 'fuck'. It seemed so harsh to him at that moment. Fucking is what he thought of when they were going to ... fuck. Really fuck. Not ... this.
Draco was still angry and he knew it. The idea of Harry topping him after what he had done was so upsetting that he clenched his jaw and fists. He had to take several deep breaths to get control of himself again. "I will try it, but on my terms," he said.
Harry looked to the floor. "Whatever you want," he said quietly.
"I bind you and you agree to remain bound until it is done," Draco said.
It hurt Harry to think that Draco really didn't trust him that much, but he nodded. "Whatever you want," he said again.
"Lie on the bed," Draco commanded, Summoning his wand.
Harry took a bit of a deep breath and turned to do so, climbing atop the mattress and lying on his back.
Draco cast the Rope Spell, tying his husband's hands and feet to the four posts of the bed. Then he went over to his trunk to look for something.
Harry took yet another breath, watching Draco with his brows furrowed.
Draco cast the Gag Spell next, the magical cloth wrapping around his lover's mouth.
Harry's heart sped up, but it wasn't with sexual excitement. He knew he could get out of everything Draco had just done, but it was the thought of Draco doing this to him period that made him nervous.
"I know what you are thinking," Draco said quietly. "After all, I taught you how to get out of bindings in the first place. This isn't about whether or not you can get out of them. It's about whether or not you will surrender control to me."
Harry swallowed and nodded.
Draco stood beside the bed, looking at Harry. For a moment, he felt like his old self, before the binding; as if this was one of his fantasies of punishing Potter for all he had suffered. Not all his fantasies before they were together had been nice ones. He had spent a lot of time being angry at Harry during those last couple years at Hogwarts. He reached a hand out now and trailed it down Harry's body, from chest to groin.
Harry swallowed again, his breathing speeding up as Draco touched him. He would force himself to let Draco do whatever he wanted - even if it wasn't completely Draco.
Draco was slightly amused to see that Harry wasn't hard yet. The man must've been scared if being tied up in bed hadn't aroused him. "You don't trust me now, do you?" he asked quietly, slipping the cock ring he had retrieved over his husband’s genitals.
Harry's breathing sped up even more, but he nodded. Yes, he trusted Draco. This other person he wasn't so sure about. But he didn't make any move to get away from him.
"Get hard now," Draco said.
Harry closed his eyes. After a moment, he willed an erection, but it felt different than any other time before.
"You can do that no matter what," Draco said, "even when I'm crying. But you can't get off without me, can you?"
Harry shook his head no. He couldn't get off without Draco. What had happened earlier had shown him that.
"Good," Draco said. Then he climbed between the other man's legs. The sight of Harry bound and gagged, cock hard and waiting still excited Draco. He reached both hands up and then ran his nails down Harry's inner thighs - hard enough to be painful but not cut the skin.
Harry made a strangled sound in his throat and pulled on the ropes unintentionally, growing even more nervous.
Draco's laugh was deep and harsh. He smiled at the red marks he had left. "If you want me to stop, I will," he said. "But then I leave. Do you understand?"
Harry didn't know what his face could possibly look like in that moment, but he nodded once again, bracing himself.
Draco's eyes narrowed. He was still unsure if Harry would keep his promise. He reached up and pinched the reddened skin of Harry's right thigh, twisting it hard.
Harry made another similar sound, squeezing his eyes shut as they teared up from the sting.
Draco moved closer, the front of his thighs against the inside of Harry's. He reached up with both hands again and ran his nails over Harry's chest, missing the nipples but scoring the flesh on either side.
Harry cried out through the gag, arching at the painful feel of the nails, his heart beating madly as he panted through his nose.
"Fifth year was the year I was the most angry with you. Did you know that?" Draco asked, continuing with his nails down Harry's sides.
Harry whimpered in response, his eyes still closed.
"I still wanted you, but I hated you for it," Draco said. "The Dark Lord had returned, Umbridge was making all her decrees and you, you still didn't see me. My father ... well, things got a lot worse with him, too. I blamed you for it all and I wanted to hurt you." Draco's hands continued down the outside of Harry's hips and thighs now.
Harry was still panting harshly, and listening to Draco's words as raptly as he could manage in that moment. He wondered if Draco would've told him these things if it hadn't been for the potion.
Draco began a series of hard pinches back up Harry's body, almost idly as he continued to talk. "There were three people who kept me from self destructing that year. Do you have any idea who they were?"
Harry was wincing and whimpering with every pinch. He almost didn't want to know what Draco would say next.
"Severus Snape, Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkinson," Draco named. "While you were turning the school upside down, they were the ones who kept me from losing what sanity I had left. Theo actually physically stopped me from killing myself twice that year."
Harry teared up again, but not from the pain. Confusing and conflicting thoughts and images were filling his mind so rapidly that he felt they might spill out onto the blankets. He didn't truly know what to think.
"Accio candle," Draco said and caught the lit candle that floated from the sconce on the wall. "That was the year my father explained what being a Death Eater's son would mean, the things I would be expected to do." Draco smiled at the Gryffindor red candle and then held it out above Harry's chest.
Harry listened to Draco's words with tears in his eyes and then they widened considerably when Draco held the candle above him. Was his husband going to pour wax on him? Hot wax?
Draco laughed at the widened eyes and turned the candle sideways, allowing the wax to drip onto his lover's skin.
Harry cried out at the sting of the burn, writhing as he automatically tried to get away from it.
"I didn't want to become a Death Eater," Draco continued, ignoring Harry's cries and allowing the candle to continue dripping as he talked. "I told Theo I would rather die than become one. He talked me out of it. Told me we would do it together."
Harry was still writhing beneath Draco, still crying out as Draco burnt him with the wax. He felt like his brain was going to explode. Draco wasn't supposed to be like this, and yet he still forced himself to endure it.
"Then my father was sent to prison and Voldemort put that damn snake on my arm," Draco hissed. "And I couldn't tell anyone about it without risking getting them killed, too. Do you have any idea how alone I felt?"
Harry didn't know what response Draco wanted and the wax still hurt. He honestly didn't know what was hurting him worse, the burns, or hearing Draco's words.
Draco looked down then and saw the red wax drips all over Harry's chest, looking like blood. He sucked in a sharp breath and drew the candle back. He held the candle over his own lap now, drops falling onto his pale thighs. "I pushed them both away and never told them why," he said. "I knew I was going to die and anyone who cared about me would be in danger."
Harry's eyes widened again when Draco poured the wax on himself and he wanted to stop him, and Draco's words were still making Harry's head spin. He'd never heard about any of this before. "Draco," he tried to say through the gag, but then shut himself up, knowing it was no good. He could only sit there and wait for Draco to allow him into his body.
Draco leaned his head back and brought the candle up so that the wax fell and ran down his own chest now. "I hadn't planned on you. On kissing you. Let alone what would happen after. Can you imagine what that must have been like for them?"
Tears were rolling down Harry's face and into his hair now. He could hardly watch Draco. And he didn't fucking care about Pansy and Nott. He was still so angry with both of them. He didn't know what right they thought they had to try and come in and forcefully change anything in his and Draco's life, no matter what their previous relationship was with him. And they should have had the sense and decency to behave as adults rather than do what they had. Harry wanted to beg Draco to stop.
Draco sat with wax dripping down his body, covering his chest, shoulders and even falling into his lap now. It was painful but, as usual, that was also arousing to him. "I understand why they were angry with me," he said. "I would have felt betrayed by them if they had done what I did. Like Severus, they thought you had done a kind of Love Spell on me as well."
To Harry, it sounded like an excuse. This whole fiasco would not be easily forgiven. Not in the slightest. Harry was tied to a bed and gagged as his own husband spilt hot wax on him and his own body while also telling morbid stories of his suicide attempts and how utterly like hell his life had been. All because of a potion that Pansy had slipped Draco. No, it would not be easily forgiven. If ever.
"Blaise is the one who turned us in that night last year," Draco continued. "He told Theo, at least, that he was trying to free me from the spell you had put on me."
Harry didn't care what they had thought. If they'd had any sense they wouldn't have done what they had. Tears still continued to fall from his eyes. He wished Draco would just fuck him and come back to him before he went absolutely mad.
The candle was nearly melted away now, most of it covering Draco at this point. The red colour stood out in sharp contrast with his skin. He blew out the candle and tossed it aside. He hadn't been aware that he was crying but his face was wet with tears again. He looked at Harry, grey eyes sad. "You may be good at love, Harry, but you are not a very forgiving person," he said.
Harry closed his eyes, openly sobbing now. Harry didn't know how Draco could say such a thing. Harry had forgiven many, many people in his life. Draco, the most important person in the world to him, was one of them. But all of this was a step too far and he couldn't find an ounce of forgiveness in him for what he was being forced to go through at that moment.
Draco looked down at himself then, surprised to find even his hard cock had red wax on it. He looked back up at Harry. "You still want me?" he asked.
Harry nodded without hesitation, still crying as he looked up at his husband.
Draco cast a Lubrication Charm and reached for Harry's cock then, sliding his fingers along its length.
Harry shivered, knowing that if he closed his eyes, he could imagine that he was in a different situation. He did, picturing Draco smiling and panting as he sat atop him, cock hard and leaking as he prepared to take Harry inside his body.
Draco spent a couple of minutes stroking Harry and then stopped and climbed up to straddle his lover.
Harry could feel himself aroused and was so grateful he felt nearly high with it. His heart sped up as he continued the scene in his mind, seeing his Draco instead of the one the potion had given him.
Draco reached behind and spread lube over his entrance. He didn't even bother to actually prepare himself. "Look at me," he said.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut tighter before he actually opened them, knowing that he had to do as Draco said. He didn't want to look at Draco with the red wax all over him and the burns, his face wet with tears. He didn't want to, but he did.
"You want still me?" Draco asked. "I haven't told you anything that wasn't true before."
Harry nodded again, and would have added a yes, but he kept quiet with the gag in his mouth.
Draco moved back then, Harry's cock pressing against his tight entrance. "Then look at me and really see me," he said, pushing down so that Harry's cock breached him.
Harry let out a quiet groan, his eyes still open as Draco moved onto him. He felt another surge of thankfulness for still being aroused.
Draco was tight and it hurt more because of that. Which was what he'd intended. He winced as he pushed himself down, not giving himself time to adjust.
Harry knew that Draco hadn't given himself enough time and he tried very hard to ignore it. He tried to imagine that they were playing a game of theirs, tried to imagine anything that would make him come.
"You know what really hurts?" Draco asked, his voice a harsh whisper.
Harry felt a flash of fear at those words as he continued to stare at Draco.
"That you would ever force me after what Father did," he said, "and that even after all that, I still want you."
Harry's body went completely still for several moments as tears and more tears fell from his wide eyes. He began breathing so fast that it was like he wasn't breathing at all and he couldn't even see through his tears.
Draco began to rock, slowly sliding his body up and back down over Harry's cock. He watched Harry cry as he did.
Harry cried and cried as he stared at Draco, though he wasn't staring at anything. He felt like he was going to be sick again. He didn't know how he was going to come. He didn't know how he was possibly going to. All he could do was lay there and let Draco do this as horrible visions passed through his mind.
Draco looked at his lover. His husband. "Look at me," he repeated. "See me here with you, no matter what potion was given me. No matter what happened in the past."
Harry was still crying as he tried to do as Draco said. He had to do as Draco said, or Draco wouldn't come back. Harry had to come. He nodded, sobbing as he did.
Draco Summoned his wand and ended the Gag Spell. "Tell me you love me," he said. "Tell me none of that matters."
Harry could hardly speak, but he opened his mouth. "I love you," he choked out. "N-none of it m-matters. I love you no m-matter w-what."
Draco released the ropes and cock ring too. "Show me," he said.
Harry reached badly trembling hands for his husband, sliding them up his thighs and then around to his back as he gently thrust up into him. "I love you," he whispered. "No matter w-what. I p-promise. I swear it on a-anything."
"Heal me, cure me, do whatever you want, just make it not hurt so much inside," Draco gasped.
Harry pulled Draco down to him, grasping his back tightly as he continued to thrust into him. "I will do anything for you," he practically growled, feeling nearly insane with the protectiveness that washed through him. "Anything, Draco. Always. Always, always, always."
"Claim me, make me feel the way I did before today," the blond gasped.
Harry held Draco very close in his arms, whispering, "I love you," over and over again in his ear as he rocked with him for what felt like a long time.
Harry's magic began to warm over Draco's skin and spread out from inside him, seeming to take away the ache. "Yes, please, yes," he begged as Harry's cock slid in and out.
Harry moaned quietly, grasping Draco tighter as he felt the pleasure in his body rising. "Yours," he told him. "Completely yours. Only yours. Always yours." And then he gasped, crying out as he came inside his husband.
The rush was always intense but this time it seemed to burn through his blood, making Draco convulse around his lover's body. He cried out in that way that was both pleasure and pain.
"Oh, Merlin, yes," Harry whispered once he'd caught his breath. "Oh, please say it's you," he said, still gripping Draco for dear life.
Draco was still shaking and crying. In fact, he let go of the pain now, crying even harder than before. "Yes, yours," he said.
Harry let out a very long moan as he tried to sigh, but his feelings were too strong for that. "Oh, God," he groaned, running his hands over Draco's skin and through his hair like he hadn't seen him in ages.
Chapter Title: Even After
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Harry stilled, his eyes narrowing as he thought. "You're saying you still love me?" he asked. Amortentia should have been enough to override any feelings of love Draco had for Harry.
Draco frowned, trying to puzzle out his emotions. He had been feeling such an intense passion for Theo that he had forgotten everything else - husband and child, especially. But he could not remember a moment since he was eleven in which he had not been in love with Harry Potter. And his anger at his husband was real enough. Being in love with Harry had never stopped him from being angry with him before. Yet, here were these other feelings about Theo. He was genuinely confused now. Draco walked over to the window, looking out at the now darkened sky. "Yes," he whispered.
Harry could see that Draco was confused and leapt upon it, though he was unsure if it would do anything. "And do you honestly think, after everything we've been through, after everything we've done, that I would try to control you? That I would really use the binding to manipulate you? Draco, you know I wouldn't. You know I have far too much respect for you to ever do that. I wouldn't do that to anyone and you're my husband! You mean more to me than anyone else!"
"Then why?" Draco asked, still not turning around. "My having sex with him doesn't injure anyone. Why barge in there and humiliate me like that?"
"Because it's not you," Harry said. "And it doesn't injure anyone, but it hurt me," he added quietly. "And I know you would never do that to me. You would never do anything you knew would hurt me. Never anything like that."
"And are you less hurt by what you did?" Draco asked.
"I didn't want to do that," Harry said, pushing himself to his feet. "And maybe I shouldn't have, but I swear I only did it to bring you back. I promise I would never hurt you. Not ever. I love you more than anything, Draco. I swear it."
"And refusing to fuck you on demand?" Draco asked. "Because, face it, Harry, I wouldn't have been in danger until morning."
Harry closed his eyes. "I didn't think you would let me at all - even when you needed it. I only wanted to get you back as soon as I could. I didn't even know you still loved me under the potion. You shouldn't be able to, but I think it's because of our binding. That's why I tried to use the sex, but I ... couldn't come."
Draco was quiet for another minute, staring off into the darkness. "I have told you before," he whispered. "Nothing can stop me loving you." Draco turned and his face was hard, despite his previous words. "But, Harry, if you ever force yourself on me again when I say no, then I swear I will walk away, no matter what the consequences," he said.
Harry knew it would be impossible to explain to Draco in his current state, and so he nodded to him. "Do you still think you're not under a Love Potion?" he asked.
Draco tried to step outside the maelstrom of conflicting emotions and analyse his own situation. He could still feel the desire to run to Theo but he forced himself to be apart from that. It was hard, but he closed his eyes and focused, breathing deep. "I know that I turned Theo down last week," he said. "But today I pursued him. I can remember that. He even tried to remind me of it actually. I know that I have never broken my agreements with you. But today, I didn't even remember them. That, combined with the fact that our class brewed the potion today makes it a possibility." He turned his back to Harry again and looked out the window.
Harry sighed, only a little shakily, and stared at Draco for several minutes. "Would you like to be controlled by something?" he asked cautiously. "Or would you like to be able to think straight?"
"I am controlled by something, regardless," the blond answered. "You made that clear today in a way I had not allowed myself to think about."
"Fine," Harry replied. "I'll take the binding off then, but not unless you're thinking straight. Even if there's a chance you're under a potion, don't you want to be sure?"
"So what are you suggesting we do about this?" Draco asked, his tone suspicious.
"Draco ... our binding ... fixes things," Harry said slowly. "You know it does. I think it would fix you if you were under a Love Potion. It even makes you immune to the Imperius Curse, and apparently, it allows you to still love me and at least try to think normally even under Amortentia, which is something you should not be able to do."
"You don't think I would still love you without it, do you?" Draco asked, frowning.
"No, no, that's not what I mean," said Harry. "I mean ... I think we should use it.... Now. And if not now, then soon at least. We'll have to anyway."
"Do you think your 'cure' would only work if you fuck me?" Draco asked.
"That's ... the only way I know how," Harry said quietly, nearly wincing at Draco's use of the word 'fuck'. It seemed so harsh to him at that moment. Fucking is what he thought of when they were going to ... fuck. Really fuck. Not ... this.
Draco was still angry and he knew it. The idea of Harry topping him after what he had done was so upsetting that he clenched his jaw and fists. He had to take several deep breaths to get control of himself again. "I will try it, but on my terms," he said.
Harry looked to the floor. "Whatever you want," he said quietly.
"I bind you and you agree to remain bound until it is done," Draco said.
It hurt Harry to think that Draco really didn't trust him that much, but he nodded. "Whatever you want," he said again.
"Lie on the bed," Draco commanded, Summoning his wand.
Harry took a bit of a deep breath and turned to do so, climbing atop the mattress and lying on his back.
Draco cast the Rope Spell, tying his husband's hands and feet to the four posts of the bed. Then he went over to his trunk to look for something.
Harry took yet another breath, watching Draco with his brows furrowed.
Draco cast the Gag Spell next, the magical cloth wrapping around his lover's mouth.
Harry's heart sped up, but it wasn't with sexual excitement. He knew he could get out of everything Draco had just done, but it was the thought of Draco doing this to him period that made him nervous.
"I know what you are thinking," Draco said quietly. "After all, I taught you how to get out of bindings in the first place. This isn't about whether or not you can get out of them. It's about whether or not you will surrender control to me."
Harry swallowed and nodded.
Draco stood beside the bed, looking at Harry. For a moment, he felt like his old self, before the binding; as if this was one of his fantasies of punishing Potter for all he had suffered. Not all his fantasies before they were together had been nice ones. He had spent a lot of time being angry at Harry during those last couple years at Hogwarts. He reached a hand out now and trailed it down Harry's body, from chest to groin.
Harry swallowed again, his breathing speeding up as Draco touched him. He would force himself to let Draco do whatever he wanted - even if it wasn't completely Draco.
Draco was slightly amused to see that Harry wasn't hard yet. The man must've been scared if being tied up in bed hadn't aroused him. "You don't trust me now, do you?" he asked quietly, slipping the cock ring he had retrieved over his husband’s genitals.
Harry's breathing sped up even more, but he nodded. Yes, he trusted Draco. This other person he wasn't so sure about. But he didn't make any move to get away from him.
"Get hard now," Draco said.
Harry closed his eyes. After a moment, he willed an erection, but it felt different than any other time before.
"You can do that no matter what," Draco said, "even when I'm crying. But you can't get off without me, can you?"
Harry shook his head no. He couldn't get off without Draco. What had happened earlier had shown him that.
"Good," Draco said. Then he climbed between the other man's legs. The sight of Harry bound and gagged, cock hard and waiting still excited Draco. He reached both hands up and then ran his nails down Harry's inner thighs - hard enough to be painful but not cut the skin.
Harry made a strangled sound in his throat and pulled on the ropes unintentionally, growing even more nervous.
Draco's laugh was deep and harsh. He smiled at the red marks he had left. "If you want me to stop, I will," he said. "But then I leave. Do you understand?"
Harry didn't know what his face could possibly look like in that moment, but he nodded once again, bracing himself.
Draco's eyes narrowed. He was still unsure if Harry would keep his promise. He reached up and pinched the reddened skin of Harry's right thigh, twisting it hard.
Harry made another similar sound, squeezing his eyes shut as they teared up from the sting.
Draco moved closer, the front of his thighs against the inside of Harry's. He reached up with both hands again and ran his nails over Harry's chest, missing the nipples but scoring the flesh on either side.
Harry cried out through the gag, arching at the painful feel of the nails, his heart beating madly as he panted through his nose.
"Fifth year was the year I was the most angry with you. Did you know that?" Draco asked, continuing with his nails down Harry's sides.
Harry whimpered in response, his eyes still closed.
"I still wanted you, but I hated you for it," Draco said. "The Dark Lord had returned, Umbridge was making all her decrees and you, you still didn't see me. My father ... well, things got a lot worse with him, too. I blamed you for it all and I wanted to hurt you." Draco's hands continued down the outside of Harry's hips and thighs now.
Harry was still panting harshly, and listening to Draco's words as raptly as he could manage in that moment. He wondered if Draco would've told him these things if it hadn't been for the potion.
Draco began a series of hard pinches back up Harry's body, almost idly as he continued to talk. "There were three people who kept me from self destructing that year. Do you have any idea who they were?"
Harry was wincing and whimpering with every pinch. He almost didn't want to know what Draco would say next.
"Severus Snape, Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkinson," Draco named. "While you were turning the school upside down, they were the ones who kept me from losing what sanity I had left. Theo actually physically stopped me from killing myself twice that year."
Harry teared up again, but not from the pain. Confusing and conflicting thoughts and images were filling his mind so rapidly that he felt they might spill out onto the blankets. He didn't truly know what to think.
"Accio candle," Draco said and caught the lit candle that floated from the sconce on the wall. "That was the year my father explained what being a Death Eater's son would mean, the things I would be expected to do." Draco smiled at the Gryffindor red candle and then held it out above Harry's chest.
Harry listened to Draco's words with tears in his eyes and then they widened considerably when Draco held the candle above him. Was his husband going to pour wax on him? Hot wax?
Draco laughed at the widened eyes and turned the candle sideways, allowing the wax to drip onto his lover's skin.
Harry cried out at the sting of the burn, writhing as he automatically tried to get away from it.
"I didn't want to become a Death Eater," Draco continued, ignoring Harry's cries and allowing the candle to continue dripping as he talked. "I told Theo I would rather die than become one. He talked me out of it. Told me we would do it together."
Harry was still writhing beneath Draco, still crying out as Draco burnt him with the wax. He felt like his brain was going to explode. Draco wasn't supposed to be like this, and yet he still forced himself to endure it.
"Then my father was sent to prison and Voldemort put that damn snake on my arm," Draco hissed. "And I couldn't tell anyone about it without risking getting them killed, too. Do you have any idea how alone I felt?"
Harry didn't know what response Draco wanted and the wax still hurt. He honestly didn't know what was hurting him worse, the burns, or hearing Draco's words.
Draco looked down then and saw the red wax drips all over Harry's chest, looking like blood. He sucked in a sharp breath and drew the candle back. He held the candle over his own lap now, drops falling onto his pale thighs. "I pushed them both away and never told them why," he said. "I knew I was going to die and anyone who cared about me would be in danger."
Harry's eyes widened again when Draco poured the wax on himself and he wanted to stop him, and Draco's words were still making Harry's head spin. He'd never heard about any of this before. "Draco," he tried to say through the gag, but then shut himself up, knowing it was no good. He could only sit there and wait for Draco to allow him into his body.
Draco leaned his head back and brought the candle up so that the wax fell and ran down his own chest now. "I hadn't planned on you. On kissing you. Let alone what would happen after. Can you imagine what that must have been like for them?"
Tears were rolling down Harry's face and into his hair now. He could hardly watch Draco. And he didn't fucking care about Pansy and Nott. He was still so angry with both of them. He didn't know what right they thought they had to try and come in and forcefully change anything in his and Draco's life, no matter what their previous relationship was with him. And they should have had the sense and decency to behave as adults rather than do what they had. Harry wanted to beg Draco to stop.
Draco sat with wax dripping down his body, covering his chest, shoulders and even falling into his lap now. It was painful but, as usual, that was also arousing to him. "I understand why they were angry with me," he said. "I would have felt betrayed by them if they had done what I did. Like Severus, they thought you had done a kind of Love Spell on me as well."
To Harry, it sounded like an excuse. This whole fiasco would not be easily forgiven. Not in the slightest. Harry was tied to a bed and gagged as his own husband spilt hot wax on him and his own body while also telling morbid stories of his suicide attempts and how utterly like hell his life had been. All because of a potion that Pansy had slipped Draco. No, it would not be easily forgiven. If ever.
"Blaise is the one who turned us in that night last year," Draco continued. "He told Theo, at least, that he was trying to free me from the spell you had put on me."
Harry didn't care what they had thought. If they'd had any sense they wouldn't have done what they had. Tears still continued to fall from his eyes. He wished Draco would just fuck him and come back to him before he went absolutely mad.
The candle was nearly melted away now, most of it covering Draco at this point. The red colour stood out in sharp contrast with his skin. He blew out the candle and tossed it aside. He hadn't been aware that he was crying but his face was wet with tears again. He looked at Harry, grey eyes sad. "You may be good at love, Harry, but you are not a very forgiving person," he said.
Harry closed his eyes, openly sobbing now. Harry didn't know how Draco could say such a thing. Harry had forgiven many, many people in his life. Draco, the most important person in the world to him, was one of them. But all of this was a step too far and he couldn't find an ounce of forgiveness in him for what he was being forced to go through at that moment.
Draco looked down at himself then, surprised to find even his hard cock had red wax on it. He looked back up at Harry. "You still want me?" he asked.
Harry nodded without hesitation, still crying as he looked up at his husband.
Draco cast a Lubrication Charm and reached for Harry's cock then, sliding his fingers along its length.
Harry shivered, knowing that if he closed his eyes, he could imagine that he was in a different situation. He did, picturing Draco smiling and panting as he sat atop him, cock hard and leaking as he prepared to take Harry inside his body.
Draco spent a couple of minutes stroking Harry and then stopped and climbed up to straddle his lover.
Harry could feel himself aroused and was so grateful he felt nearly high with it. His heart sped up as he continued the scene in his mind, seeing his Draco instead of the one the potion had given him.
Draco reached behind and spread lube over his entrance. He didn't even bother to actually prepare himself. "Look at me," he said.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut tighter before he actually opened them, knowing that he had to do as Draco said. He didn't want to look at Draco with the red wax all over him and the burns, his face wet with tears. He didn't want to, but he did.
"You want still me?" Draco asked. "I haven't told you anything that wasn't true before."
Harry nodded again, and would have added a yes, but he kept quiet with the gag in his mouth.
Draco moved back then, Harry's cock pressing against his tight entrance. "Then look at me and really see me," he said, pushing down so that Harry's cock breached him.
Harry let out a quiet groan, his eyes still open as Draco moved onto him. He felt another surge of thankfulness for still being aroused.
Draco was tight and it hurt more because of that. Which was what he'd intended. He winced as he pushed himself down, not giving himself time to adjust.
Harry knew that Draco hadn't given himself enough time and he tried very hard to ignore it. He tried to imagine that they were playing a game of theirs, tried to imagine anything that would make him come.
"You know what really hurts?" Draco asked, his voice a harsh whisper.
Harry felt a flash of fear at those words as he continued to stare at Draco.
"That you would ever force me after what Father did," he said, "and that even after all that, I still want you."
Harry's body went completely still for several moments as tears and more tears fell from his wide eyes. He began breathing so fast that it was like he wasn't breathing at all and he couldn't even see through his tears.
Draco began to rock, slowly sliding his body up and back down over Harry's cock. He watched Harry cry as he did.
Harry cried and cried as he stared at Draco, though he wasn't staring at anything. He felt like he was going to be sick again. He didn't know how he was going to come. He didn't know how he was possibly going to. All he could do was lay there and let Draco do this as horrible visions passed through his mind.
Draco looked at his lover. His husband. "Look at me," he repeated. "See me here with you, no matter what potion was given me. No matter what happened in the past."
Harry was still crying as he tried to do as Draco said. He had to do as Draco said, or Draco wouldn't come back. Harry had to come. He nodded, sobbing as he did.
Draco Summoned his wand and ended the Gag Spell. "Tell me you love me," he said. "Tell me none of that matters."
Harry could hardly speak, but he opened his mouth. "I love you," he choked out. "N-none of it m-matters. I love you no m-matter w-what."
Draco released the ropes and cock ring too. "Show me," he said.
Harry reached badly trembling hands for his husband, sliding them up his thighs and then around to his back as he gently thrust up into him. "I love you," he whispered. "No matter w-what. I p-promise. I swear it on a-anything."
"Heal me, cure me, do whatever you want, just make it not hurt so much inside," Draco gasped.
Harry pulled Draco down to him, grasping his back tightly as he continued to thrust into him. "I will do anything for you," he practically growled, feeling nearly insane with the protectiveness that washed through him. "Anything, Draco. Always. Always, always, always."
"Claim me, make me feel the way I did before today," the blond gasped.
Harry held Draco very close in his arms, whispering, "I love you," over and over again in his ear as he rocked with him for what felt like a long time.
Harry's magic began to warm over Draco's skin and spread out from inside him, seeming to take away the ache. "Yes, please, yes," he begged as Harry's cock slid in and out.
Harry moaned quietly, grasping Draco tighter as he felt the pleasure in his body rising. "Yours," he told him. "Completely yours. Only yours. Always yours." And then he gasped, crying out as he came inside his husband.
The rush was always intense but this time it seemed to burn through his blood, making Draco convulse around his lover's body. He cried out in that way that was both pleasure and pain.
"Oh, Merlin, yes," Harry whispered once he'd caught his breath. "Oh, please say it's you," he said, still gripping Draco for dear life.
Draco was still shaking and crying. In fact, he let go of the pain now, crying even harder than before. "Yes, yours," he said.
Harry let out a very long moan as he tried to sigh, but his feelings were too strong for that. "Oh, God," he groaned, running his hands over Draco's skin and through his hair like he hadn't seen him in ages.