Cracking the Gold

Author\'s Note: Aha! It\'s in this chapter what I mentioned in a few replies to reviews on the last chapter. Mwaha. I wasn\'t imagining it. And the curse is...sorta...explained here. I\'ll just say keep in mind what our lovely hotties were doing when the spell was sealed. This will help you figure out the extent of the spell.

Disclaimer:: See Introduction.

Also, be warned that in the future there will be more severe content. Please go back to the FIRST chapter/Introduction for a few more details and edits.

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Harry gasped loudly, grasping the leather, cursing himself for having given into the other like that...but it just escaped his mouth--without thought. He tried repeating to himself that it wasn\'t true, he barely heard the blonde\'s words. But he did hear them, so he arced back, pulling the collar tightly around his neck, almost painfully as he pushed his hips forward in a desperate moan. One gasp for air echoed in his mouth before his jaw dropped and his nails dug into the leather as he trembled to bliss, eyes slamming shut, head tilted as far back as it could go.


Draco purred again at that, nuzzling Harry\'s throat, milking him for every last drop, smiling as it seemed to fizzle against his own skin, finally lifting his hand to lap away the few spots, smug as a cat with cream, \"You\'re mine now Harry.\"


Harry\'s ears rang with him heart as he panted for breath. Whatever.....he\'d been saying that for the past few days. Harry let his hands slip down the leather to the top of his head before running his fingers through his own messy hair. They then returned to the crown of his head whetehr the leather emerged from the binding at his neck, and held onto it once more to keep from fidgeting.


Draco smiled once more, snapping the lead free from where it was fastened to the ceiling once more, fingers brushing against Harry\'s jaw, \"Come along pet, you\'ve earned a rest.\"


Harry almost cried out as the lead was let free, knees buckling from the pleasure still lingering in him. He crashed to his knees and fell forward onto his hands, head down in surprise. He let his grassy green eyes close at the touch, pausing to catch his breath before managing to drag himself towards the blonde.


Draco smirked, nudging Harry\'s shoulder to keep him on hands and knees, \"Come along pet.\" And with that he started walking.


Harry groaned, too weak to protest at that point. He crawled after the other, finding himself almost asking why they were leaving, but decided against it.


As usual, the water in the bath was steaming delicately before they\'d even reached it. Draco smiled as he loosed the leash from Harry\'s throat, \"Go on then pet.\"


Loosened, not taken off. Either way Harry didn\'t care at that point. He crawled in headfirst like a kitten, finding it difficult but eventually plopping in with a sigh of relaxation.


Draco smiled, settling beside the bath, dipping a cup in and tilting Harry\'s head back to rinse his hair, \"You\'re bound to me now pet.\"


Bound to him? He didn\'t see the leash in his hands anymore... Maybe it was the water in his ears, but he had no idea what he meant. \"Bound....\" He had meant to say it as a question, only it seemed to come out more of him repeating the word for it to sink in.


Draco nodded, starting to wash the other\'s hair gently, surprisingly so really, \"Yes, bound. You need me.\"


Whoa, wait. Harry did not need a Malfoy. He sat up. \"What?!\" Prank--must be a prank... He rubbed his neck, wincing slightly at the punctures made from the collar, some opened again from earlier, but it didn\'t hurt as much as he\'d think. Pain, yes...


Draco sighed softly, shaking his head as he tugged the leash free completely so that he could lap at the re-opened marks, voice low against Harry\'s skin, \"Same as I need you.\"


Harry\'s eyes fell closed, head forward a bit. He swallowed lightly and uttered a low moan, low enough to him that he decided not to even acknowledge that he\'d done it, but the water in his ears tricked him, making things seem quiet.


Draco smirked faintly at that, shaking his head and lapping at the marks again before drawing away, tilting Harry\'s head back so that he could rinse the soap out.


Harry kept his eyes closed, a shiver in his skin creeping around at his touches, but not a bad shiver. He didn\'t flinch as much in fear of Malfoy slitting his throat right there. Could it be he was beginning to trust him?


Draco hummed softly, sorting through the bottles beside the tub, finally coming up with one, misting the other man\'s hair with it.


Harry coughed slightly at the spray, his face scrunching at it before relaxing again. He was curious as to what it was, but figured it was safe. Instead he proceeded to clean his skin, only twitching lightly when the marks on his neck were touched.


Draco smiled, leaving Harry\'s hair to dry with the moisturizing oil, setting about washing his back gently.


Harry relaxed at his touches, melting into the warm water, almost leaning back on the blonde. He\'d washed his arms and legs already, so he didn\'t know what else to do really. He caught a smile on his face and hid it quickly.


Draco chuckled softly at that, finally rinsing the other man once more, letting him relax further.


Harry swum to the wall and leaned against it with a quiet sigh, closing his eyes. The water felt so nice against everything. His fingers idly traced the marks on his neck, memorizing where they were for no reason.


Draco smiled at that as well, having settled back when he was done, \"Just let me know when you\'re finished pet.\"


Harry blinked and sat up slightly. Finished?? \"Finished what?\" He wasn\'t doing anything...was he? Maybe he was meaning when he was finished withering to a prune in the water.


Draco chuckled softly, shaking his head and gesturing to the bath, \"When you\'re finished bathing.\"


Harry\'s cheeks tinged with an embarassed red. \"I knew that...\" He coughed to cover his mistake and looked at the swirling water. \"I...I\'m done.\" He didn\'t need to be in there any longer really. He could play with the marks anywhere. Anywhere else would be better anyway as the water wouldn\'t sting it, as anywhere else didn\'t have water.


Draco smiled, unfolding and tugging down a fluffy towel from the shelf, holding it open for the other man, \"C\'mon then pet.\"


Harry closed his eyes for a moment before climbing out and making his way to the towel, avoiding eye contact with the blonde. He wasn\'t totally sure why. He knew he shouldn\'t need to as he\'d already seen everything about Harry--Harry really had nothing more to hide, except his swirling thoughts.


Draco smiled at that, wrapping the towel snug around the other man, fluffing it lightly against his skin to help dry him before stepping back to let Harry do it himself.


Harry kept surprising himself that day. He felt odd as the other stepped back---as if he\'d enjoyed it. Couldn\'t be. He wasn\'t gay. He shook the thoughts free and toweled himself off quickly.


Draco chuckled softly at that, shaking his head as he reached up to replace the leash, nuzzling Harry\'s temple as he did so.


Harry\'s heart sped up at that, though he would\'ve denied it on the swear of a court--not necessarily believeably, but he would\'ve denied it. He turned his head this way and that, almost trying to settle the collar back into it\'s punctured place.


Draco smiled slightly at that, nodding once as he tugged the towel away and gave the lead a gentle pull, heading back towards the master bedroom.


Harry\'s cheeks flamed red when the towel was yanked away--so his hands did the job. He shuffled behind him quickly, eyes low.


Draco smirked faintly at that, shaking his head as he led Harry on, nodding to the bed, \"Go on, make yourself comfortable.\"


Harry crawled into the bed quickly, pulling a light cover over him and smiling a tiny smile for the first time since the war, but it was gone in the blink of anything. He muttered a thanks and rested down intto the comfort.


Draco shook his head, tugging the coverlet away again as he padded off to get an easel, \"Oh just stop.\" He said. He returned a few moments later with easel, canvas, a small array of brushes and a well-used paintbox.


Harry blinked, grasping for the covers again. No way...nothing of his skin that should be covered by clothes was going to be permanemtly put down on anything. Especially not a painting. And since when did Malfoy paint?


Draco sighed, shaking his head and tugging the coverlet down again, leaving one corner draped across Harry\'s hips, but leaving chest and one leg bare, \"Better?\"


Harry shivered, but nodded. He\'d take it if it was all he was going to get. He flopped backwards and stared at the ceiling. How had this all happened? Events flashed back through his mind--mostly of the war. He missed ROn and Hermoine--and had no idea if they were even alive. He doubted it. Last he saw they were in bad shape, laying unconscious ont he \"battle grounds\".


Draco smiled slightly as he dragged a chair over, starting the outline with simple pencil, humming to himself as he worked.


Harry laid there, barely noticing Draco beginning his work. He let silent tears fill his mind for minutes before one finally slipped to his cheek. How everything had changed so drastically, how he barely knew who he was anymore scared him. His scar burned even at the memories of the fight, burned with sharp pains, but Harry only winced slightly, with a momentary brush of his fingers against it, still lost in the battle.


Draco arched a brow slightly at the slight movement, but didn\'t say anything, already working with the paint, brow furrowed as he did so.


The scene folding before him, as if trying to tell him where he\'d gone wrong, mock him, though he couldn\'t see it. He\'d done everything to his best advantage, ever charm, hex and spell had worked perfectly as he\'d been taught. He had even tried the Avada Kedavra, but Voldemort had hit him first, cutting the words off from his mouth. He had had Dumbledore and the Ministry\'s permission to use the illegal curses if it would help him--but it hadn\'t. They had shouted the curses together, the spells mixing together and falling to the ground. Harry had been so surprised to see it, he\'d lost his gaurd. He\'d caught it in time to duck a spell though, and the arms of a Death Eater.


Voldemort was closer, his scar burned hotter. Snape has made him a potion to keep on him for whenever the war broke out, that he\'d been able to keep the scar from distracting him during the battle. That brush of his fingers turned to fingers rubbing the mark gently, eyes now closed and flickering beneath the lids as the \'dream\' continued.


Draco\'s brow arched then, glancing around the edge of his canvas, \"Harry? Everything alright over there?\" He wasn\'t sure, but he\'d felt the unmistakable tension from the other man.


Harry\'s palm pressed firmly against the scar as he winced in pain. The blonde\'s voice broke him from his trance-like state, but not before half a cry escaped from his throat. He bolted to a sitting position, hand lingering on his scar, eyes wide and reminents of tears shimmering on his cheeks. His eyes darted around for a moment, trying to ease his mind that it had only been a dream. He swallowed thickly before laying back down without a word. He wasn\'t a coward, and he wouldn\'t give Draco anymore reason to think so...despite being too late in hiding his \'tranced\' fears.


Draco\'s brow arched higher then, pausing in his brushstrokes, \"Harry? Are you alright over there? Need a dreamless sleep draught?\"


Harry shook his head, taking a deep breath. \"I\'m fine Malfoy...\" He wasn\'t about to admit that the aftermaths of the war was getting to him--even to himself. He was fine, just a random dream. \"I\'m fine...\" That was less convincing than last time, but he grabbed a pillow and curled his arms around it, hugging it to him as he forced his eyes shut again.


Draco nodded, \"You can pull the blanket up now if you want to, do lay back though if you would.\"


Harry didn\'t care about the blanket anymore, not then. He simply flopped back into his previous position, and kept his eyes staring at the ceiling, one arm arched on the pillow above his head, other draped lazily on his chest and stomach. He kept his eyes open to keep any stray memories from creeping into his vision. It seemed to be working so far.


Draco smiled slightly at that, nodding as he dipped the brush into another dolop of paint, humming still as he worked, still occasionally glancing at the rest of the house.


Harry stayed frozen like that for what seemed like hours, before he rolled his head to the side and looked at Draco, needing something other than the ceiling to focus on.

Draco smiled, \"Have I already told you that you can move if you like?\"


Harry blinked as if he wasn\'t paying attention. He was beginning to care less. He\'d been cold at first, and aroused--hence the blanket... He\'d warmed up, and slightly \'cooled\' down. He finally nodded at the blonde. \"I know...\" He stretched, careful to keep the blanket atop of his waist, and curled into a childish ball.


Draco smiled at that, shaking hsi head as he went back to his work. He was good at what he did, far better than an amature, but still by no means a master.

He shook his head, \"Don\'t look so vulnerable pet.\"


Harry\'s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the other. \"I\'m not vulnerable.\" He faked a strong voice, but changed his position none the less. He sat against the headboard of the bed, propping his head up at a low angle with a pillow.


Draco smiled slowly at that, quickly committing that pose to memory, planning on sketching it later, it just begged for charcoals really, all drama.


Harry was slightly on edge with the eerie smiles always creeping onto the blonde\'s face. Draco should really work on his smiles... Whoa. Draco? Harry clenched his eyes shut. He was tired, rattled. That was all, a Freudian Slip really...but from which Freud theory? He didn\'t want to know.


Draco tilted his head then, \"Harry? You should get some rest, too much excitement in one day, you\'re going to exhaust yourself.\"


He blinked again, seeming to have forotten he wasn\'t alone. Sleep--that would be good. \"Yea....maybe...\" Too much? Maybe, but it definately had his mind wheezing. He scooted down a bit lower, tugging a pillow closer to hug and rest his head on at the same time--almost like a teddy. His green eyes shone before they closed tot he light with a soft sigh and yawn.


Draco nodded slowly at that, \"Very good. Just rest. Sleep pet.\" He went back to his work in silence, intent on having it finished and drying before his pet woke for dinner.


Harry\'s eyes flickered beneath the lids for almost half an hour before he finally fell asleep, although a restless one inside. Occasionally he\'d cling the pillow tighter, possibly in anger or fear or even happiness? Other times he\'d push it violently away before grasping onto the next nearest thing--usualy another pillow. His face didn\'t seem to show much emotion as to what it was he was dreaming though.


Draco finished with his painting however, and moved the easel aside, simply watching Harry sleep, making sure to leave enough pillows around that he wouldn\'t throw himself completely off the edge of the bed.


Harry had finally settled down after a short period of time, and woke however long after when he stretched in his sleep, or jumped, and smacked his hand on the headboard. His eyes snapped open with a start as he looked around.


Draco\'s head was tilted, chin resting on his hand, elbow on the arm of his chair, \"Sleep alright pet? You were tossing and turning all over.\"


Harry looked away with a ghost of a blush. \"I-I\'m fine. Was probably nothing...I don\'t remember it.\" He smoothed the sheets over him. Yes, that had been a lie--but the other didn\'t need to know, there was no reason for him to. He shifted so he was sitting up, fiddling with his nails, hands in his lap.


He nodded slowly then, he didn\'t believe it of course, but he\'d accept it, and that was enough. He tilted his head again, \"Dinner soon pet. Are you hungry at all?\"


\"Not really...\" He stared at his hands. He only felt half knackered now, and amazingly not hungry, but he knew he was going to go to dinner anyway--to that damn pillow.


Draco nodded, \"well you should still eat something pet. Not good to starve yourself.\"


Harry\'s shoulders moved with a sigh. He knew he\'d say that somehow. He nodded and began to move from the bed when he remembered with a flush of his face that he was still naked.


Not that Draco seemed to notice, or even care, he padded off to get Harry something to wear, \"I think we\'ll dine out on the veranda this evening, the weather\'s nice.\" Not that he had an actual veranda of course, since they were most likely underground, but he did have an almost open-air patio-table where he had dinner sometimes.


Harry nodded and waited, holding the blankets over himself. He wasn\'t totally sure how he\'d gotten into all this, but he knew Draco was definately treating him better than Voldemort had. Much better. He shook his head at those thoughts, tousling his black hair at the same time and messing it up more--now hanging in his eyes.


Draco returned with something similar to the Grecian-styled robe, though made of layers upon layers of almost spider-silk soft linnen, crimped and pleated to hang in the right places, and drape in others, enough to entice without revealing much of anything.


Harry was almost in awe. He didn\'t understand how he kept getting such nice things to wear when he was nothing more than an object to the other--that\'s what pets were, right? Hell, he wasn\'t going to complain, he\'d take what he could until Malfoy got bored and tossed him back to Voldemort.


Which wasn\'t likely, not until he\'d outlived his usefulness, and that wouldn\'t be for years yet. Draco was after all, a Malfoy, and even their pets had nice things to wear, because if they didn\'t, it reflected badly on them.


Harry hesitantly stood from the bed and made his way to the other, still awed by the look of it--more so when he hesitantly touched the fabric. He\'d never felt anything so soft! He couldn\'t possibly wear this...it was so....rich. Surely Draco had meant to bring it out for himself and was getting something else for Harry.


He tilted his head, \"Well? It isn\'t that difficult to figure out.\" He held out the seperate pieces, \"This goes around your waist, this goes around the rest of you, arms go through the sleeves.\"


Harry gave Draco an unknown look and gently took the fabric, quickly pulling on the appropriate pieces. When the cloth revealed his head again, his eyes were closed and hair fluffy and staticed from the friction. The fabric felt heavenly, though he rather wanted underwear as from what he\'d heard--silk picks up moisture very well...


Luckily it wasn\'t silk at all but linnen, which didn\'t hold moisture at all really. Draco nodded, ruffling his fingers through the other\'s hair, \"Come along. Dinner awaits.\"


Harry nodded slowly and followed in short quick steps. He felt like a child. Wear this, come here, do that. He was afraid to know what \"time out\" would be. Death? Harry locked those thoughts away as he followed the taller man out onto the dining area, and without being told, he reluctantly took his spot on the cushion.


Draco smiled at the fact that the elves had set out dinner on the veranda, chair and cushion and all. He settled into his own chair, shaking his napkin out and spreading it across his lap, \"Does anything strike your fancy pet?\"


Harry shook his head. He wasn\'t hungry, and was glad he couldn\'t see the food, otherwise he might be. He traced his nails idly along the patterns on the fabric, trying to pinpoint what was making him obey...

Draco nodded once, pondering before doing as he\'d done at breakfast, simply filling the other man\'s plate with tidbits, nothing too sticky, everything that could be eaten with fingers.


His fingers picked at the food piece by piece, slowly putting the tasties into his mouth. He looked rather knackered, but indeed he wasn\'t. His neck shifted once in a while to move the collar--hopefully. His stomach growled embarassingly loud in thanks for the food. His eartips burned as he pretended it had been the wind.


Draco chose to ignore it as well, nibbling at his own dinner, that brief taste of Harry\'s blood earlier had been enough to get him hungry for something that wasn\'t chicken and rice, but it would have to wait, at least for now.


Harry was thankful for this, and slowly finished off his plate, brushing the bangs from his green orbs before gazing out at the scenery. It looked so beautiful and peaceful--yet he knew farther out they weren\'t. He tried not to think about it.


Draco smiled slightly when he\'d finished, arching a pale brow down at the other man, fingers stroking gently through his hair, \"Anything else pet?\"


Harry\'s eyes fluttered briefly, though he convinced himself it has been the breeze that flew through moments ago. \"...I\'m fine...t-thanks.\" He pulled his head away from the other\'s fingers, then ran his hand through his own hair nervously, then let it rest above the collar on his neck, as if easing a muscle ache.


Draco arched a brow at that, nodding and pouring the other man a glass of wine, handing it down to him gently


Harry stilled for a moment. He hadn\'t had alcohol for a while---since back in Hogsmeade a few years back. He dropped his hand down from his neck before grasping it in his fingers carefully, afraid to drop the expensive looking glass.


Draco smiled, more than likely it would just bounce, most of the crystal was warded against damage. He took a sip of his own, eyes half closed, more than likely pretending it was something else, just to take the edge off.


Harry carefully put the edge to his lips and tilted his head back until the liquid coated his throat. His eyes fell closed at the niceness to have some liquids--especially alcoholic ones. He\'d never been drunk mind you, but he\'d been buzzed numerous times.


Draco smiled slightly at that as well, flicking his napkin off his lap and setting it on the table, waiting for the houselves to come and clear away the dinner dishes, replacing them with dessert.


Harry tried not to drink it too eagerly, and set it down in front of him, whispering a quiet thanks to the blonde. He wanted to hate Draco, but he was treating him better than the Dursley\'s ever had--so it was almost hard to. But he was still.No.Pet.


Well of course he was, he just didn\'t know it yet. Draco smiled, the elves were quick, dinner dishes replaced with dessert in almost the space of a breath, he smiled further at their choices, \"We\'ve got cream puffs or chocolate fondue pet, which would you prefer?\"


His green eyes lit up at the chocolate. \"Fondue?\" He hated the eagerness in his voice---but he couldn\'t resist sweets. And he hadn\'t had fondue since nearly first year.


Draco nodded, dishing some into a small glass ramekin and putting it on Harry\'s plate along with a selection of fresh and dried fruit, \"If you need more, just say so.\"


His dark hair swayed with a nod as he dunked the fruit into the warm chocolate and popped it into his mouth quickly. His eyelashes were lead--they wouldn\'t stay open. This was bliss. Alcohol and chocolate.


Draco smirked at the expression, shaking his head as he nibbled the cream puffs, ocasionally dipping one into the chocolate. As of late he found the latter dessert too rich for him, but he didn\'t mind it in small doses.


Harry savoured the tastes, not knowing when he\'d be able to have them again. After the fruit was gone, Harry was more than happy to poke the chocolate with his finger and eat it from there. Sweets, never enough.


Draco chuckled softly at that, refilling the other man\'s wineglass and taking the plate from him gently, refilling it before handing it back.


Harry almost pouted, he rather didn\'t mind the finger licking, but fruit was good too. He sipped the wine for most the time, but occasionally he had to and took a large gulp, corners of his lips curling in content. The grabbed a cherry and dipped it completely in the chocolate, stem and all--minus the tiny portion which his fingers held, then popped the whole thing in his mouth. A habit from when he was a child.

Draco chuckled softly at that, mostly just sitting and watching the other man now, having had more than enough sugar himself, still sipping delicately at his own wineglass.


Harry sucked on the cherry lightly, pulling the chocolate into his mouth before pushing the stem out from his lips and biting the cherry off happily. Habit. He pit the stem down on the plate and relished in the cherry\'s taste.


Draco smirked at that faintly, quite sure that Harry had absolutely no idea how much of a tease he was being, but that was fine.


Harry stretched his neck again, half wincing at a spike that prodded against a re-healing scab. He wound his hand around his neck to try to adjust it otherwise, but instead settled on leaning over his food, head down, hand on his neck under the collar. It worked.


Draco had forgotten about the spikes of course, such a thing was no longer needed. But he\'d already sent off the commission for Harry\'s proper collar, and this would do until that one arrived. He smirked faintly once more as he finished his own wine, settling back in his chair simply to watch Harry


In no time the brown haired boy sat up, revealing an empty plate and half covered in chocolate fingers before he licked them off quickly. He could do with more, yes, but he was fine. He knew he should stop then before he got ill with sweets anyway. Should. He pushed the plate away, tilting his head back with the wine glass and downing the rest--half a glass--in one swift motion. He swallowed and blinked. It had been a while since he gulped wine.


He arched a brow at that, but smiled all the same, fingers trailing through the other\'s hair, \"Perhaps we should retire to somewhere more comfortable?\"


Harry nodded slightly, although he wasn\'t tired, not after the wine. But who was he to say anything anyway--besides, where would he go? Definately not that room. He stood carefully, smoothing the fabric again. Damnit, he was acting like a girl--almost worried about how he looked.


Draco smiled, unfolding from his seat as well, padding off to one of the sitting rooms, settling on one side of the couch, gesturing for Harry to take the cushion beside.


Harry thought he saw something drop from his robes and leaned over to look as he walked. This proved to be a bad idea as he tripped and fell onto the cushion, arms grasping for something to hold in the process instinctively. What did he find? The chair. He let go of it immediately and arranged himself, angry at himself for being so foolish. Great-- give Malfoy more reasons to prode fun at him.


Draco didn\'t of course, just smiled slightly, shaking his head and running his fingers through the other\'s hair once more, \"Careful there pet. Too much wine.\"


\"It wasn\'t the wine...\" He was fine. Wine didn\'t bug him. He simply didn\'t wear dresses. How the hell was he supposed to be used to that? Harry let his eyes closed at Draco\'s touches, and prayed that he didn\'t have a closet of lingerie and high heels hidden away....


Draco chuckled softly, shaking his head, still petting the other\'s hair, \"I see. Well, you\'re steady now at any rate, that\'s all that matters.\"


Harry nodded slightly, finding that the petting rather relaxed him, as much as he tried to deny it. He even resorted to pinching himself on his inner thighs to keep him from enjoying the blonde\'s fingers in his touselled hair.


Draco of course noticed the sly little movements of Harry\'s fingers, but chose not to mention it, letting himself relax a bit further before nudging Harry up to sit beside him on the couch, \"Come up here pet.\"


Harry hesitated, taking a moment to stop pinching himself. He bit his lip as he thought he\'d made one small particular area raw. It burned now. But he rose slowly from his knees, still hesitant, as he lowered himself back on the couch---far enough away from the other that he figured he wouldn\'t have to pinch himself anymore.


Draco half smiled, fingers trailing down the side of Harry\'s neck, petting against the edge of the collar lightly. He wanted more than dessert, but he didn\'t want to startle his new pet too badly getting it.


Harry\'s skin shivered at the touch, but he tried not to show it, instead almost trying to move away. He was determined to show himself that he didn\'t like anything. Anything. He bit the corner of his lip that was hidden from Draco\'s sight.


Draco smirked faintly at that, shaking his head, \"Don\'t be that way Harry. No sense staying so stiff like that.\"


\"D-don\'t be like what? I\'m not doing anything but sitting here...\" The voice had almmost startled him, and then he humored himself lightly. That was probably the most amount of words he\'d heard the blonde speak all day. At once. He began to wonder if maybe Draco was afraid to talk---which was ironic as he was quite the blabbering git in Hogwarts.


It wasn\'t that he was afraid to talk really, just that he\'d gotten out of the habit of it, what with no one to talk to and all. He smiled, finally loosing the collar, fingers petting against Harry\'s throat, \"You\'re stiff as a board pet.\"


Harry\'s eyes twitched, threatening to close. He relaxed slightly at the touch and loss of the collar. \"S....so? You\'re...\" He tried to think of something. \"You\'re....tall.\" Wow, he couldn\'t come up with anything but tall? Harry scrunched his eyes shut in disgust.


He blinked twice at that, then twice again, resting a hand against the other man\'s forehead, testing for a fever, \"Are you feeling alright pet?\"


Harry let his face relax. \"I\'m fine...just....\" He sat furthat back against the couch. \"...tall?...\" He said it more to himself, wondering how he\'d come up with that. Draco really wasn\'t even all that much taller, if he was.


Draco decided to let it slide, figuring it must be the wine, returning to petting the other\'s hair, almost purring once more, fingers trailing through hair and down the side of Harry\'s throat.


Harry\'s lip trembled before he stopped it with a heavy swallow. He knew he shouldn\'t enjoy this, but he did--and maybe Malfoy didn\'t notice. Hopefully. Nor care for that matter. His head tilted slightly to the opposing side as he leaned further towards Draco with his body gently...unknowingly really.


That was the idea after all, get Harry to ease himself closer, that way it wasn\'t force, it was gentle coerscion. Draco was humming softly again, still petting.


Harry tried to discreetly move his body weight closer, failing miserably. He wasn\'t one for subtly really. He muttered a soft \'screw it\' to himself and moved closer. He had delt with a lot in the past few years--he deserved some relaxation and pleasure right? Even if it was from...Malfoy.


Draco smiled again, almost purring as he continued to caress the other\'s neck, breathing beginning to shallow in simple anticipation


Harry bit his lip gently, relaxing against the back of the couch, back half facing Draco, head nodding forward occasionally as if he was drifting to sleep. His eyes were blissfully unaware of the world around him as they snapped shut.


Draco grinned at that, leaning in to nuzzle the line of Harry\'s throat with a low purr, tongue flicking out against skin, pressing against the pulse point there


A low exhale escape Harry as a tignle ran up his spine and insides with feathers. His shoulders shook lightly with this, but went motionless afterward, head further leaned away. He winced initially at the pressure, but realized it didn\'t hurt all that much a second later.


Draco swallowed reflexively, breathing hitching up slightly once more as he angled his head slightly, fingers pressing against the other side of Harry\'s throat as he finally bit down, moaning outright at the sudden wash of blood across his tongue.


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Author\'s Note: Alright...I\'m loving this. Mwahaha. I\'m posting more because I\'m no longer afraid of running out of stuff. I think Updating once a day, and with the amount I try to RP every day, it should work. Hopefully. If not, y\'all will just learn to wait longer. :)

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Sakuya
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*grins* Slashy slashy. Lol. ^-^ Lalalalala. Whatever has my dear Draco done? *angelic look*


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ura
I am just curious why Draco eats normal food if he is a vampire? or is he not? Also why does Draco keep Harry in the collar? Ahh, see m\'dear, not all vampires, in fact few actualy live up to our standards of what a vampire does. There are many vampires which can eat real food, but they must have blood maybe oncec in a moon to live, some less, some more. Some may even walk in daylight, some look no different. Hence, we have our dear Draco. Draco keeps Harry in the collar as a precaution, plus it labels Harry as his. As I believe it was mentioned in this chapter, Draco\'s already sent for a proper collar for Harry, a fitted one with a tag. *sniggers* XD So yea. ^_^


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LPhoenix
yay an update!!! i\'m so excited!!!! *hugs author* nice work... you are weaving magic!

Weaving I\"m not so sure about----typing maybe. Lol. *hugz back* Thankies! ^-^ I feel so loved!! XD!


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sisko66002(not signed in)
Each chapter is better then the last. keep up the good work.

^^; I guess that\'s a good thing, however that keeps the reputation hard to keep. XD


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Fefs
Ohhhh, this chapter was gorgeous!! really beautifull! Is so cute the way that Draco is treating harry.. so caring.. And i see loooove coming!! Draco already thinks HHarry is cute and Harry already enjoys Draco\'s company!! I\'m so happy, your fic is one of the best i\'ll tell you!! Really good! Hugs!

Ahh! My fangirl! *giggles* *plays the innocent lok ather love comment* I dunno.... ^-^ :) Actually, to be honest, right now I\'m not. I seriously had thought so, but umm...things sorta took a dive off a cliff. X_X So, yea. *pats teh Harry lovingly and hands over a Draco plushie to him*

Harry: *promptly shoves it away and into the fire*

*blink* O_o Oops? ^^;;;


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thrnbrooke
Harry is his. Draco is right. He bonded Harry to him and while Harry might think he still has some fight in him. He\'s lost. Can\'t wait for chapter 16!

Ahh, very very close m\'dear. *gives chocolate for being closest and actually guessing*

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The spell
The spell weaved by Draco is, as he mentioned, an ancient one. Seemingly one that he looked for specifically for his own use, as I don\'t think it would be one of common knowledge. The spell, if you remember, was sealed when Harry voiced two things, three times. One, that he needed someone. Two, that what he needed, was Draco. Even though those words were spoken, and repeated int he heat of the moment, it binds Harry to Draco from now on. Draco, as far as I know, needs Harry for his food source, to stay alive. This is as much as I know for a fact so far. I\'d love to be romantic and say that Draco deep down loves Harry and wants to be with him for eternity. But I don\'t know this. I do know, that the spell was sealed as Draco was bringing Harry to the brink, and only once it was sealed and Draco helped a bit more with his actions and words, was Harry able to climax. Thus, the spell being in rather early stages, progressing as their feelings grow (I think?) Harry cannot carry out a orgasm with anyone but Draco. Not even himself. This will be proven later. I have had hinting and a feeling that once things get more intense in whatever way you wish to look at it, that Harry will begin to crave Draco\'s feedings as much as Draco will - possibly?- grow to crave them. Hope this is an explanation. ^_^;


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Lioncourt
fylke_meriadoc@hotmail.com
Draco can read his mind?! That is so totally hot! And poor little Harry doesn\'t have a clue...*smirks* I think the thing with Voldemort is a bit disturbing. He\'s so old...and icky, and...old. But I\'m not going to be all prejudiced until I\'ve read it. What worries me more is probably if Harry is going to survive it or not...especially with the scar and his menthal health and all. Oh no, oh no, oh no... this is going to be baaad! Poor little Harry... *sniffs and pouts*
Anyway, the idea with Harry/Snape got me real interested. I have a thing for Snape, you know. I really think you should consider putting Snape into this. I wonder where he would fit in...on the good or the bad side? It sort of feels it would be on the bad side... And just a thought; Couldn\'t Snape be able to read minds too? It doesn\'t sound too far fetched when you read the books...
Oh I almost forgot; You are such a tease! How could you end the chapter right there?!! You better update fast missy!

*cackles evilly* Ahh, one question---where does Draco read his mind? If you are right, then it wasn\'t supposed to be that way, as he cannot as of right now, otherwise he would see...oops. ^^; I haven\'t updated that far yet. ^^; Ha. Almost made me give away the huge thing! So far... Anyway, no, he cannot read minds--or if he can, he hasn\'t yet. If he can, he doesn\'t have the blood strength to yet, I think. My buddy mentioned that he isn\'t reading Harry\'s mind, she\'s simply narrating. We comment in narration on each other\'s narration, so it might seem as if their reading minds. I thought so too at first, but she clarified me. I think that if he ever does read minds, it will be clear. And--I admit the Voldemort thing is disturbing, as I\'ve heard from a few people, but let me saw that it will be in RIDDLE\'S body, so it won\'t be some creepy old dude. After all, Voldie wants immortality, yes? So why not choose his young handsome body? I can\'t say how much /Snape action there will be, but---I\'m guessing there might be some. I love and hate only knowing parts of plots. Lol. And yes, I suppose Snape could use his...legillimency? And sweety---I *know* I\'m a tease. *smirks* ^_^