Broken Toy

Warnings: Language, smut, just NC17
Author's Notes:
So, at last it’s done. Phew! The next chap of BT is up. Sorry I left you with a cliff-hanger… *g* I’ll never do it again *crosses fingers behind back*
Hm, and I couldn’t help to get a bit fluffy… at least I think so…

Enjoy!!!

Chapter Fifteen

“Now how disgusting is this?” Ginny’s voice was as cold as ice.

Rage shot through Draco’s insides, upsetting his stomach. How dare she show up like this? Settling on the sofa as if she owned the place? Ruining everything by her mere presence?

He definitely detested her.

The dislike was unfounded, of course. He was aware of that. Ginny had never harmed him in any way. She had looked down on him at Hogwarts, and sneered whenever they met, but most Gryffindors did. He had simply despised her for what she was - the daughter of a bedraggled Muggle-lover. It was mutual dislike, nothing more, nothing less. But now…

He hated her.

If he had a wand, if he only had a wand, three Galleons for a wand, he would...

A dark head moved into his range of vision. Harry stood right in front of him, shielding him with his body.

“Where have you been???” Her high-pitched voice rang out, piercing his ears.

Although there wasn’t any physical contact between them, Draco still felt Harry tensing up. Standing as erect as he could, Draco was able to peek over Harry’s dripping mop of hair. Amazing… The hair was wet, but it was still standing up in all directions… Could it never lie flat to his head?

“You could have been electrified,” Ginny accused, but her voice was soft now, even loving.

The girl got up, tossing her red hair back effectively. It seemed as if her head was on fire. Draco didn’t care for that at all, but he had to admit, she was simply beautiful. She pursed her lips hesitantly. “Did you never learn how to look after yourself properly?” Graciously she stepped closer, female seduction personified. “You could have been hurt…”

Blind hatred made Draco shiver when Ginny’s hands reached up to cup Harry’s face. “Darling, we’ve got to talk about some… private matters.” Draco felt the urgent need to puke when she pleaded softly, “Could you please send the… pets out?”

Draco’s hands clenched into fists. Another shudder of rage ran through his body. He was sure he couldn’t tolerate any additional humiliation. He could take in a lot. But definitely not by her. He would strangle her. With pure delight he would observe how the ridiculous baby-beauty left her face and terror would distort the oh-so-pretty features. And with pleasure watch her lovely hazelnut eyes bulging and her tongue protruding …

Harry’s resolute voice brought him back to his senses. Almost.

“I presume you want to talk about what happened last night? You want to talk about your brothers? FINE!” With a satisfaction he couldn’t conceal Draco watched Harry shoving Ginny’s hands gently, but determinedly, out of his face.

“But before we have our little talk…” Draco could see all the muscles in Harry’s neck tightening.

Without looking back, still staring at Ginny, Harry articulated himself loud and clear. “Jack-o, Billy, lie down. Now.” The two dogs reacted at once.

“Draco. ” Goosebumps were spreading all over his body. “You’re shivering.”

How the heck did he know that? He had his back turned to him! To hell with Potter, to hell with…

“I want you to go upstairs and take a hot shower.”

Fuck Potter! Fuck him. Send the PETS out! FUCK his voice, his mouth, his eyes, his…

Harry turned around to face him.

“Trust me,” his lips mouthed. His intense eyes held Draco’s gaze for a brief moment, pleading silently not to freak out.

“Take a hot shower; I don’t want you to catch a cold.” Harry repeated aloud, now with a faint smile on his face. He reached up to stroke Draco’s shoulder briefly, and let his hand run down his upper arm and squeeze it lightly.

It happened so fast. When Harry turned around toward Ginny again, Draco wasn’t sure it had happened at all. But still he could feel the light pressure upon his upper arm where Harry had caressed him.

Producing his best superior smile, Draco walked slowly toward the living room door.

But he couldn’t resist… At the door, he had to look back over his shoulder.

Harry was busy drying his clothes with his wand; obviously he didn’t intend to have this conversation half naked.

Ginny was glaring in Draco’s direction, and her face showed nothing of her famous beauty. She was furious. Good!

With a broad grin, Draco glared back at her.

No, he couldn’t resist!

He wriggled out of his wet boxers and pushed them down as slowly as he could, waggling his naked bum at her, making sure she didn’t miss his wink.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Draco was still smirking when he turned the shower on.

Once he stepped under the stream of hot water, his chills eventually subsided. Harry had been right; Draco wasn’t used to outdoor activities, and the hot steam did him good.

Letting the water run over his body, he again and again relived her shocked face. And again and again he relished the expression of dawning realization when she gaped at his naked arse.

From below, he could hear muffled voices. This meant something, hearing some sound while the water was noisily rushing out of the faucet. Good. They were quarrelling.

He soaped his chest with tender care, quite satisfied with himself. Even a bitchy dumbhead like the Weasel-girl should get it – her precious Potter had fucked him. HIM. And he had liked it. Oh yes. He had.

Hadn’t he?

He leaned heavily against the damp wall. The water was splashing down his back. Angry voices could be heard from below.

Hadn’t he?

Draco could remember Harry’s huge eyes vividly. Harry had been frightened, Draco was sure. Draco had intended to be cautious and to proceed as slowly as he could. He had wanted to give him as much time he may need. He had thought he had it all under control.

Well, he hadn’t. Draco had been shocked, maybe even more than sweet virgin-Potter, when he had demanded to be taken.

And he still couldn’t make out what he had felt whilst Harry was fucking him. Or had tried to fuck him. There had been so much enthusiasm in his thrusts, but at the same time, Draco had felt Harry was holding back. Draco, in response, had never ridden a cock as frantically as he had Harry’s.

Draco had been so thankful for the downpour, and he still was. For the rain had washed away the unwanted tears running down his face.

Draco knocked his head repeatedly against the wall of the shower stall, welcoming the pain. He didn’t care. He was grateful; the throbbing ache in his forehead distracted him successfully from the memory that he had been crying like a baby when he had the first real and all-consuming orgasm in years.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It took Draco some time to gather his wits together again.

Now, how long had he been standing under the shower?

He still could hear subdued, angry voices coming from below. He turned the shower off and stepped out of the stall.

It hurt so much.

The unexpected, piercing sting in his stomach turned his muscles to jelly. He fell down as if punched in the middle. The sudden cramp in his belly made him gag, wanting to throw up, but nothing except a tiny stream of saliva emerged from his mouth.

Whimpering, he forced himself to crawl under the dripping shower faucet. Still clutching his middle, he reached up and turned the shower back on to full force.

That had been close.

How could he, even once, have forgotten about the conditions of the blasted contract?

Harry had ordered him to shower.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The door of the bathroom flew open when Harry stormed in after what seemed to be an endless time.

“I’VE HAD ENOUGH!” Harry kicked the door of the bathroom shut with his foot and pulled his T-shirt over his head.

“WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE?” Tossing his T-shirt aside, he started to get rid of his shoes with his feet.

“Remember who you are. Remember you have a responsibility.” Harry was obviously imitating a girl’s voice, screaming at a higher pitch than normal. At last he had managed to strip off his shoes, and they landed with a loud crash against the bathroom wall.

“As if I haven’t given them enough by now. What else? WHAT ELSE DO THEY WANT?” The jeans followed the course the shoes had taken before.

“You’re a role model. Oh, cool. You’ve got to act like one…” The boxers went down and landed on the heap of other clothes. “The FUCK I will do! I mind my own business and expect others to do just the same. RIGHT?” With his back to Draco, Harry stood naked in the middle of the bathroom, glaring wildly at his blurred reflection in the mirror. “I’m so FED UP with ALL THE FUCK I can’t tell…”

Harry remained standing motionless, staring at himself in disgust. When the prolonged silence began to enervate Draco, Harry spoke again.

“So fed up…” Harry started to shake his head repeatedly.

“Can I help in any way?” Draco’s cautious question was almost inaudible.

“Oh, YES, you can,” Harry snapped and turned around. “Alter your sex and your ancestry, and all will be just FINE!” Draco flinched. “But of course it doesn’t help AT ALL that you’ve been convicted of messing around with Death Eaters and got yourself deprived of all your rights as a wizard. Not to speak of…” Harry let his eyes run over Draco’s cramped form, cowering in the farthest corner of the shower stall, with water running down his reddened skin.

“What are you doing down there?” Harry shook his head in disbelief. “Don’t… Don’t tell me… Please, don’t tell me that you’ve been there all the time?”

“But I had to…” Draco started to argue, although utterly exhausted.

“I know.” Harry broke in harshly. “You had to take a shower. Well, you can stop it right NOW!” Harry pulled Draco up with vehemence and wrapped him up in a towel. Although his knees were slightly shaking, Draco relished being rubbed down with the soft fabric. Harry was mumbling under his breath, “Damn idiot that I am. Seems like I can’t do anything right… What a foolish thing to say, ‘Take a hot shower’, honestly…”

“What about Ginny?” Draco was too curious not to ask.

“Hm? Oh.” The rubbing intensified. “We quarrelled a bit… She wanted me to forget about her brothers. She said they didn’t know what they were up to, being intoxicated as they were. They didn’t mean to hurt you in any way. It was supposed to be a kind of a joke.” The strokes with the towel started to hurt. “I told her I wouldn’t forget. And that’s it.”

“But…”

“That’s it.” Harry interrupted Draco once more. “In the end, I asked her to leave, but she refused to go. So, I just walked out of the room, leaving her in the midst of a sentence…” Harry chuckled humourlessly. “Just imagine… Whatever I said couldn’t shut her off. If I had only known sooner I simply had to walk out…”

“So…” Draco turned around to face Harry, trying to read his face. “Everything’s ok?”

“Oh, yes!” Harry assured him by rubbing Draco’s chest with vigour. “And now I want you to put on some clothes and… argh… no, I won’t say anything else! Do whatever you want to do!”

Returning Harry’s grin, Draco raised his eyebrow in his best Malfoyish way and stalked towards the door.

He was already down the hallway, when Draco got the meaning of the words Harry had been mumbling when he left. Draco shuddered uneasily.

“There’s no hell like a woman scorned…”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Night!” Draco declared loud and audibly.

They had spent a wonderful afternoon together. Harry had surprised him after another one of his sudden absences, which Draco was used to by now. “The sky’s still cloudy, so I think we can risk it,” Harry had said mysteriously. “Come on!”

Some seconds later, the two of them had been high up in the sky, hidden by Harry’s Invisibility Cloak, riding his sensational, ultra-modern broom so fast Draco squealed out of pure joy. He didn’t know what kind of broom it was - he had lost track of all the models - and he didn’t give a damn. All that mattered was experiencing the feeling of ultimate freedom, with the darkening sky above and the cool air brushing his face. He had clutched Harry’s middle, had pressed his chest as tight as he could against Harry’s back, and his chin had been resting upon Harry’s shoulder all of the time. It didn’t matter how risky the manoeuvres were or how high they were rising or how close towards the ground they were speeding; they were having fun. Draco especially had enjoyed the loops, although they left him a bit breathless. And there was only one moment that Draco had wished to ride this broom himself. With Harry behind him, clutching him as tight as he could. To show him he was able to manage a broom just as well… To make him squeal with joy…

When they had returned home after two hours, exhilarated and laughing about nothing special at all, it was more than a pleasant surprise that the veranda table was laid out for two. A lasagne, still steaming, along with a green salad, was awaiting them.

“I noticed the thunder…,” the note had said, signed by Gwen.

Draco hadn’t thought twice, and ravenous as he was, he had tucked in at once.

It had been only some time later, when both were lying in the grass, digesting the opulent meal in mutual silence, that Draco knew he couldn’t keep staring at the night sky forever.

“Night!” He declared loud and audibly. It had been quite an eventful day. He simply couldn’t expect it would end as he wished.

“Night…,” Harry’s answer came automatically. His eyes widened when he watched Draco getting up. “Oh... You won’t…?” Harry’s gaze shifted away, examining his fingers with care. “All right.”

Draco sped up the stairs. He had expected to spend the night in his room again. Harry’s reaction made him wonder. What if he…?

He’d be a fool not to take his chance. He got ready for bed in no time.

Heart beating fast, he crept between the linen.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It was some time until Harry showed up.

His dogs in tow, he strolled slowly towards the window and stared out. But did he see anything? He didn’t have his glasses on.

Dreamily, Harry let his fingers run up and down the window frame. It was a gentle gesture, as if caressing it. Or as if caressing someone… Unexpectedly, Harry’s hand tightened into a fist. His eyebrows were puckered in anger. Before the violent beats of his fist could cause Harry any serious pain, Draco had to react.

It was time for Draco to make his presence known, anyhow. He couldn’t allow Harry to come to a wrong decision, whatever he was thinking about…

Draco had to shift just a little, and Harry’s head jerked around at once. He blinked one or two times, indecisive, then his fist relaxed. It clenched again, when he walked slowly towards the bed.

With a sigh, Harry snuggled up into Draco’s arms and was fast asleep only a short time after. Draco’s Slytherin mind was jubilant.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

When Draco woke up, feeling thoroughly well rested and contented, he looked straight into bright, emerald eyes. Obviously Harry had been watching him for some time. He lay with his head propped up on his elbow, his pillow crammed underneath his arm to have a better position to view. With his fingers, Harry was drawing tiny circles upon the mattress. A soft smile was playing around his lips, but it vanished the very instant Harry became aware of Draco’s fluttering eyes.

Wishing to stay just a little bit longer in happy dreamland, trying to combine green eyes with pleasant, but vague memories, an ungentle, but enthusiastic “Good morning!” woke him up for good.

Draco stifled a yawn, stretched extensively, and returned Harry’s hearty greeting with a lazy smile.

“Did you sleep well?” Harry’s cheerfulness was a bit annoying this early in the morning.

Draco nodded and hid another yawn behind his hand. Leisurely he turned around on his side to face Harry, burrowing his head deep into his pillow.

“I did, too…” Harry was still studying his fingers, tugging at a crease of the sheet. “Hm, I have to work today. And I thought…”

Draco tried to listen attentively, although he didn’t expect to hear anything really important at this time of day. To be honest, he would have rather liked to pull Harry’s head down by his incredibly thick shock of black hair and let his teeth sink into the irresistible curve of his neck. And besides, the exhilarating subject of his latest dream, some certain stranger with amazingly green eyes, was still occupying his mind.

“Would you like to come along?” Harry shot a quick look up at Draco’s face, then his gaze returned to his fingers fumbling with the sheet.

Come along? I’ll come along wherever you will take me, sweets. Curious at last, Draco turned his full attention toward whatever Harry was talking about.

“I mean, it must be dull for you, being here all alone the whole day… If it wasn’t for this meeting at the Ministry today, I’d say… But we could go to London, together. And you could go to the barber. You have a kind of a zigzag haircut after… after you got rid off your braid. And you could buy yourself some new clothes, if you want to. Or anything else, whatever you need.”

Unbelieving, Draco listened to Harry hem and haw, and he got angrier the more Harry was babbling. Oh, yes, Mister Potter would attend to some important meeting at the Ministry today, probably altering the future fate of the wizarding world by a mere flick of his fingers; whilst he, Draco, outcast and playmate, would amuse himself with shopping and a new hair-cut.

“Maybe you would like to have something new for your room? Decorate it with some pictures, perhaps? Or a comfortable chair? Different curtains?” Oh, yes, give the concubine something new to play around with in his chamber, so he won’t even notice there is a whole wide world existing outside his quarters. Draco gulped several times. He tried hard to get the sudden fury under control. He wasn’t successful. His efforts only made him feel sick. He was about ready to either scream or puke. Whatever his reaction might be, he knew for sure once he had started with either, he would never be able to stop again.

“Or some cosmetic products? Right now you have to use mine… And I don’t have much. I don’t care for such things, you know… Maybe you want something else? A different soap? A different lotion? A special brush for your hair?” Nothing’s too expensive for the favourite loverboy, right? Just as long as he is well groomed and presentable. If Potter didn’t stop RIGHT NOW he would have to MAKE HIM STOP.

“We could have lunch together…” And show off your number-one pet-of-the-week to your buddies? Hand him around, perhaps? Let him present his best tricks? His hole is wide and deep, just have a look. He can take in pricks of any sizes and lengths without any complaint. And he doesn’t mind if it gets a little bit rough. He likes it. He actually asks for it.

Something inside Draco’s head just snapped. He jumped out of bed as fast as he could. His legs entangled with his sheet; he stumbled, fell, caught himself before hitting the ground, and was up on his feet again in no time, breathing hard.

Get them off, please, no, get them off! GET THEM OFF!

He tried to run, to get AWAY, but he couldn’t. The sheet had slipped down his legs toward his ankles, entrapping his feet, holding him back, making him stumble once more. He fought the linen with his hands and feet, ripping and tearing at it until at last, the sheet got loose.

He calmed down immediately. He had made it. He had won. With a small sigh of relief, Draco kicked the remains of the sheet aside. They landed right in front of Harry, standing right beside him with his arms outstretched. The man must have followed him out of bed right away.

“What’s wrong?” Harry’s concerned voice enraged him again.

“What’s WRONG???” At the last moment Draco held himself back from screaming at the top of his lungs. How thick could the man actually be? Potter bought himself a whore, and he asked him what was wrong?

He laughed humourlessly, and was proud to be able to force his features into a contemptuous sneer. “Your property has to look acceptable, doesn’t he? A zigzag hairstyle isn’t en vogue? You don’t want your property to be a disgrace, do you? Perfect Potter can’t allow his property to embarrass him in public, can he?”

“Well, no. I mean, yes.” Harry was staring at him.

Hot fury shot through Draco. He felt sick again, severely sick. And Harry was still staring at him. Draco noticed with surprise that Harry didn’t seem to be offended at all by his snubs. He didn’t shout at him. Instead, he was regarding him with an odd look on his face.

“Actually, I like your hair the way it is right now.”

What? Did he get this right? Harry. Liked…?

“In fact, it makes you a bit more… unconstrained.” Draco became aware of his opened mouth. He shut it immediately.

“Your appearance is always so neat and prim…” Harry chuckled softly. “Exactly the opposite of me, actually…” His face sobered up when Draco didn’t react at all. He cleared his throat and scratched his neck, obviously feeling uncomfortable.

“You know, I thought that you would like a hair cut.”

Before Harry bent down his head, Draco caught a glimpse of pink on Harry’s face. Words started to tumble out of his mouth in rapid succession, getting lower the more he said.

“I had this idea just when I woke up, you know. I thought we would go to the barber first, to get you a decent hairstyle and then go on to the shop. I wanted to ask you if I could get you something like a black T-Shirt and a jeans jacket, I would like to see you in something as casual as that, you know, and I wanted to ask you to choose something for me, something you would like to see me in, whatever it is, I would wear it, if you want me to, that is, I mean, and I thought it would be fun, but obviously it’s not, I’m an idiot, sorry, I’m messing it all up, it’s just… I don’t know what you want, no, I think I know what you want, but it isn’t possible right now, and I would have liked to make you happy, at least a little bit, and I just thought clothes would make you happy, you seemed to be happy when you were at the shop the last time, so I thought…but of course I was wrong, oh yes, I was wrong, and I’m sorry about that, it’s just that I’m simply not used to a relationship, I don’t know how to do it, to do it right, now I know it was all foolish, oh, yes, it was, it was a foolish thing to suggest and please just forget all about…”

Draco reached for Harry’s chin and forced him to look up. “Shush, you stupid, stupid git.” He slung his arms around him. “Thank you for being so con-si-derate.” Now why did his voice break? How embarrassing! He forced himself to finish what he had to say with a steady voice.

“I have to apologize. Just for one moment I forgot who was talking to me. Just for one moment I thought I was back there…” Draco hugged him closer, tighter. He had to get rid of the tension inside his body somehow, and if that meant pressing Harry like a lifeless rag doll to his chest, then so be it. It didn’t matter anymore anyhow.

Nothing mattered anymore.

Draco buried his head as deep as he could into the crook of Harry’s neck. And finally he gave in to the comfort the gentle hand stroking his hair provided. “Help me, Harry. Please…”