Twisted Faerie Tales

Author’s Note: This chapter also has a Whomping Willows lyric as well as a Joan Crawford quote, per Deb, who I need to thank for being my sweet and pervy beta. Thanks also to everyone who reviewed so far.

Part 3

“You’re lookin’ kinda mopey and forlorn this morning,” Sirius noted sarcastically as his godson practically skipped to the breakfast table.

“Hush,” Harry replied, a wild grin on his face. “I think I might have found…” he began, but his voice trailed off as he stared wistfully out the kitchen window.

“Found what?” Remus prodded before Sirius had the chance.

Harry just shrugged, but couldn’t seem to wipe the giddy smile from his face. “I met someone.”

The other two men just stared in silence, eyebrows hidden under their fringe as they waited for more of the shocking story.

“He lives in the forest, well, not the forest exactly, but a tower in the forest. Well, he’s stuck there, someone is holding him there, and the only way in is up the man’s, Draco is his name, up Draco’s hair,” Harry rambled, unaware that he sounded foolish and fanciful.

“Um, that’s great, Harry,” Remus replied reluctantly. “Why are you allowed up there?”

“Well, I suppose I’m not,” Harry admitted, a bit dejectedly. “But I’m visiting again tonight, and if everything goes well, I’ll get to see Draco again.”

“Do you…fancy this boy, Harry?” Sirius asked, ignoring Remus’ scowl. They’d always agreed not to push Harry toward men just because that’s what they’d wanted. Remus thought it was unbalancing enough that Harry’s only parental influence was gay, and he wanted Harry to have whatever options the boy wanted. Sirius agreed, but unlike Remus, he didn’t think there was anyone Harry would prefer more than a nice, fit bloke.

But maybe that was just his own libido talking, and one look at his husband wearing only a terrycloth robe made him doubt his feelings were entirely centered on Harry.

“I might,” Harry admitted, and Sirius held back his triumphant whoop only because it would mean making Remus angry and withholding.

“Well, you should be careful, Harry,” Remus warned. “Powerful wizard or not, it sounds like you might be getting in a bit over your head.”

“I will, Remus. I promise,” Harry placated, but Sirius wondered if Harry even knew what words he spoke while he stared into his bowl of cereal like it held all the answers to the world’s secrets.

“Let’s get out in the yard for training,” Sirius said, determined to pull Harry out of this dazed state. If everything his godson said about this strange boy locked in the tower was true, Harry would need his wits about him. He knew better than to try and stop him, Harry was of age now, after all, and Sirius would rather Harry feel like he could tell them anything than try and forbid the boy from seeing this Draco fellow, but he could make sure Harry went into the forest prepared. “Finish up and meet me out there.”

Harry nodded and shoveled a bite into his mouth as Sirius and Remus shared a silent, worried glance.

“Have you seen anything stalking around outside, Draco?” Grindelwald asked the moment he climbed into Draco’s window.

“No, why do you ask?” he answered immediately, his heart thrumming in his chest. This was it, what he’d been dreading would happen. What had he been thinking by letting some strange boy into his room? Any moment Grindelwald was going to accuse Draco of betraying him and punish him harshly.

“I noticed some scrabbling marks on the tower wall, like an animal was clawing at it,” he replied.

“That’s horrid,” Draco gasped, trying to cover his relief with something genuine. “Am I still safe up here?”

“Of course you’re safe,” Grindelwald soothed, pulling Draco into his arms. “You’re always safe with me.”

Draco let the man hold him as he breathed in the scent of honeysuckle, lavender and power and vaguely wondered what his stranger smelled like. He knew from the fact that Harry had brought up Quidditch that he knew something of magic, but how much Draco hadn’t discovered…yet. Perhaps flying was the extent of it.

“You seem lost in thought, Draco. What’s troubling you?” Grindelwald asked, and Draco shook his head.

“Nothing, Master,” he replied and Grindelwald pulled back slightly to look at his young ward. Draco’s features were pale, pointed and lovely, enough to cause anyone to fall smitten with him. He was quite fit, especially given the man got little exercise locked away in the tower. Grindelwald contributed it to a good diet and the accelerated metabolism potions in Draco’s daily regiment. Though his hair was not naturally long, Grindelwald had once requested Draco leave it that way when he visited, as the man liked to stroke the platinum brilliance of it. Now he used it to twine around his arm and hold Draco close.

“I like it when you call me master,” he admitted, using his free hand to caress Draco’s pinking cheek.

“I live to please you, Master,” he replied dutifully and Grindelwald thought that the man must be goading him into losing himself.

He allowed a low, almost guttural moan to escape his lips as his fingers trailed along Draco’s jaw, neck and then ran down his clothed chest. Draco’s breathing hitched, his expression turning to worry, but he couldn’t help that the erotic touch stirred something within him, even if he had to pretend the hands belonged to another.

Draco bit into his bottom lip to stave off a moan when his master’s hand dipped lower, stroking the bulge that began to form beneath his robes.

“No,” Grindelwald chastised. “Do not silence yourself. I want to hear you. I want you to vocalize how much you want me.”

“I-this still feels wrong,” he admitted, trying to pull away from his captor. Grindelwald wasn’t relenting so easily, however, still keeping his grip on Draco’s long braid tight and fierce.

“Undress me,” Grindelwald ordered, taking Draco by surprise. He shivered, shaking his head.

“You can’t be serious,” Draco gasped.

“And you will continue to call me Master until I tell you otherwise, understood?” he demanded.

“Yes, Master,” Draco rasped, bowing his head.

It wasn’t the first time Grindelwald had required this of him. Early in Draco’s studies, Grindelwald had told him to call him Master while being tutored in magic. And then again, when Draco grew into a rebellious teen, Grindelwald had issued the same edict as punishment, threatening never to visit Draco again if he didn’t learn to appreciate the gifts and safety his Master bestowed upon him. This time was different, however, and Draco’s knees shook at the sexual heat that Grindelwald exuded.

“You will learn that I do not have the body of an old man, though I am your senior,” he said, tightening his grip on Draco’s hair.

Draco nodded and began to obey. He’d never thought that his Master looked old, even though he knew the man was at least twice his age if not older. He didn’t know if it was potions, or some other kind of magic that kept the wizard looking young, but he did. Grindelwald’s hair was made of tight, blond ringlets. His cheeks were round and flushing like a man in his late twenties. Only his violet eyes showed the wisdom and power of his age.

As Draco stripped Grindelwald’s chest bare, he found trim muscles that lead to a thicket of golden hair peeking out from above black trousers. With shaking fingers, Draco continued his task, regretfully eager to see another naked body besides his own. When the trousers fell away, it revealed taut legs and an angry, purple, jutting cock that made Draco suddenly terrified.

“Touch it,” Grindelwald ordered, and dreading the consequences of refusal, Draco reached out and wrapped his nimble fingers around his master’s erection. Grindelwald hissed with pleasure and covered Draco’s fingers with his own, moving their entwined fists up and down along the engorged shaft.

“Am I doing it right, Master?” Draco asked, staring down at the furious looking erection in his hand as it moved up and down, up and down, Grindelwald occasionally thrusting jerkily into his fist with a gasping moan.

“Yes, yes, Draco,” he cried, just as cords of semen erupted from his cock, coating Draco’s chest and hand. Grindelwald only took a moment to compose himself before he was pulling up his own trousers. “Do you need help?” he asked, gesturing to Draco’s obvious erection. Even though he wasn’t attracted to his fatherly captor, Draco couldn’t help but be turned on by what they’d just done.

“No, I think I can handle it, Master,” Draco replied, and Grindelwald nodded curtly.

“I think that will be all for today then. Walk me to the window and I’ll leave you to finish yourself off,” he directed.

Draco felt an enormous sense of relief that his Master wasn’t going to press him any further today, but he worried about what was still to come. Slowly, Grindelwald made his way down the ladder of hair Draco provided, his robes and shirt wrapped haphazardly around his torso, not buttoned properly.

He watched Grindelwald disappear and moved away from the window for just a moment, only to hear a familiar voice calling out for him to lower his braid once more. With a flick of his wand and a muttered spell, Draco cleaned the drying release from his flesh and robes. Going back to the window, Draco tried to be annoyed that his stranger not only lacked the patience to wait long enough to be sure Grindelwald was gone from the area and also kept him from taking care of his…problem, but he couldn’t muster the energy to be cross. He was happier to see the raven-haired idiot than he thought possible.

“Hullo, Draco,” Harry greeted upon reaching the landing.

“Did you listen to a single word I said last night?” Draco asked in response. “How long did you wait down there? A whole minute? And you didn’t even touch your hair!”

“I did!!” Harry protested, his hands immediately going to his messy, black locks. “I tried, anyhow.”

Draco gave him a skeptical huff but waved for Harry to follow him downstairs to the main level of his quarters, a part Harry hadn’t seen yet. “Are you hungry?”

“Famished,” Harry admitted while he watched Draco slink into a small kitchen area and prepare two sandwiches. “Oh, I brought you something!”

Draco looked up to watch his stranger fishing about in his robe pockets until finally he produced a colorful manuscript. “What’s that?”

“You said you liked to read, and you sounded interested when I mentioned Quidditch, so I thought you’d appreciate a magazine about it,” he chimed. “I can bring you more if you like. This was just the first one I grabbed off my floor. Don’t even know what issue it is, really,” he admitted with a flush.

“How…thoughtful…sort of,” Draco replied snarkily, even as he eagerly grabbed the periodical from Harry’s hands. He opened it at once and gaped at the sight.

“Do you hate it?” Harry asked worriedly, but Draco was unable to answer.

“Is this a joke?” Draco asked warily, his gray eyes locking on Harry’s brilliant green ones.

“What? No, why would you think that?” Harry asked, grabbing the magazine from Draco’s grasp. He too gaped at the sight within, his face turning scarlet as he watched fit men fucking and stroking themselves all over the page. “Oh no,” he breathed, his eyes flaring wide. “This was one of the magazines I’d tried to disguise with a Quidditch cover so that Remus and Sirius wouldn’t find it,” he blurted.

“So, it is yours then?” Draco asked curiously, smiling as Harry nodded, mortification clear on his face. “But it’s all men.”

“Well, yeah,” Harry muttered.

“Is that what you like?” Draco asked, remembering the thrill he’d felt wanking off his Master, even though it wasn’t the cock he’d prefer to hold.

“I suppose,” Harry mumbled. “I should probably go.”

“Wait!” Draco exclaimed before calming himself into his normally stoic mood and pushed the sandwich plate over to Harry. “You haven’t eaten yet.”

Harry looked at the sandwich and then back up to Draco’s sparkling eyes. “Are you sure? You don’t think I’m some freaky pervert?”

“Well, I never said that,” Draco corrected, “But I find myself minding less than I should.”

“Yeah?” Harry asked hopefully.

“Yeah,” Draco answered, snatching the magazine back from Harry and stuffing it under his arm. “That’s mine,” he reminded the shocked brunet. “You gave it to me.”

Harry opened his mouth to protest, but instead decided to fill it with the sandwich Draco had kindly made him. “It’s good.”

“Of course it is,” Draco preened and took a bite of his own lunch.

“Your Master left early today,” Harry noted when he was nearly finished.

“He got what he wanted,” Draco sighed, feeling disgusted with himself.

Harry narrowed his eyes and grabbed Draco’s hand, holding it firmly within his own. “Does he hurt you?”

“Sometimes,” Draco admitted. “But it’s not to be helped. The only way in and out of this Tower is through my own hair, which means others can come and go but I can never leave.”

“I don’t like him hurting you,” Harry growled through gritted teeth.

Draco warmed at Harry’s protective tone; feeling cherished enough to dispel the fact that he’d been thoroughly used that same day. So contrasting were the men of his life. Harry was so dark and brooding, but his demeanor was so sweet and innocent, whereas Grindelwald looked like a Cherub but had the heart of a demon.

“You may kiss me if you like,” Draco said suddenly, unsure of where the words came from, but knew it was what he wanted the moment they were uttered.

Harry gasped softly and leaned back. “I’m not here for that, Draco. I’m here because I like you.”

“Don’t you kiss the people you like?” Draco countered, somewhat offended. Did this dark-haired bumpkin not find him attractive?

“I suppose,” Harry said, and before he could add more, Draco glowered at him and pressed on.

“But you don’t want to kiss me?” he demanded.

“I didn’t say that I didn’t want to,” Harry corrected. “I just don’t want you to feel obligated.”

“Obligated?! Why would I feel obligated?” Draco hissed.

“It sounds like your Master forces you to do things you don’t want to do,” Harry reasoned quietly, “and judging by the disheveled state he left the tower today, I assume he pressed his advantage as your caretaker again.”

Draco narrowed his eyes to dangerous slits. “I do not belong to you, Harry Potter,” he snarled. “Don’t presume that one visit from your doltish self has me smitten and swooning. Maybe I wanted exactly what my Master asked of me today. Maybe I enjoyed it.”

“Maybe,” Harry said with a gallant shrug. “Or maybe you were just waiting for this.”

And before Draco could ask what ‘this’ was, Harry was kissing him.

It was nothing like kissing Grindelwald, and Draco nearly pulled away out of spite, only Harry felt too good. His heart was racing in his chest as Harry gripped his hips and guiding his sweet tongue along Draco’s bottom lip, nibbling and sucking until Draco’s lips parted and allowed him better access. Harry tasted of star fruit and roasted chicken, succulent and tart and completely irresistible.

A low moan vibrated between them and it took a moment before Draco realized it had emanated from his own throat. He found his arms suddenly winding around Harry’s waist and their twin erections were pressed together, adding another level of heat to their encounter. All the while, Harry devoured him as if Draco’s mouth were the fountain of youth and the key to immortality.

When they broke apart, gasping for breath, Harry refused to release his hold on the blond. “I’ve never done that before,” he admitted, his voice broken and raspy.

“Could have fooled me,” Draco sighed, desperately wanting those lips to claim him again but suddenly too shy to ask.

“Do you mind if I practice on you?” Harry asked with a cheeky grin.

Draco closed his eyes and shook his head, finding his lips immediately covered by Harry’s once more. It felt as though his entire body was on fire, like Harry was burning him up from the inside, turning him to ember and ash that he would be somehow be reborn from. At least he hoped. Perhaps Harry was just igniting a slow, deadly fire within him and would leave him there to burn alive.

Suddenly, Draco realized that he didn’t know a single thing about this man he’d let into his tower and into his heart, and Draco pulled abruptly away. He panted, desperate for air and a clear head while he ignored Harry’s confused stare.

“You’re still a stranger to me,” Draco explained, not sure what else he could say. He wanted Harry, wanted him so badly, but how was he to lose himself to a stranger when he couldn’t even stomach the man who had loved and cared for him his entire life? It felt like a betrayal, and Draco didn’t know who he was betraying, which only made it worse.

“I’m sorry,” Harry blurted, taking several steps back from the blond and tucking his arms under themselves as if he didn’t trust himself. “I know I’ve pushed too far, but I feel like I’ve known you all my life. I’m sorry if I got carried away.”

Draco wanted to tell him that he hadn’t, that he had wanted to kiss Harry just as badly, that he could understand what Harry meant, because he too had felt that way. It was as if Harry had always resided in the tower with him, but logically, Draco knew different. This man was a mystery and possibly a danger to his entire way of life.

Instead of relaying any of this, however, Draco just stood there quietly and nodded, letting Harry take all the blame.

“I suppose I should go then,” Harry sighed, his eyes dropping to the ground as he turned toward the stairs.

Draco was torn. He didn’t want Harry to leave, especially not like this, but he was equally afraid of what would happen if he stayed. So, like a coward, he merely followed Harry to the window, lowering his long braid for Harry to use as a ladder.

“Well, goodbye then,” Harry murmured, those brilliant, emerald eyes still averted.

“Will I see you again tomorrow?” Draco asked, ashamed of how much he wanted the answer to be ‘yes’.

Harry’s face lit up like a Lumos spell and nodded quickly. “Of course,” he replied. “I’m at your beck and call.”

A shiver ran down Draco’s spine and he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Harry’s still swollen lips. “Goodnight, Harry,” he breathed when they parted, and Harry descended the braid. Part of Draco wanted to call out for the man to come back, but he knew that no good would come of it if he did. It was already too risky for Harry to be visiting; it was reckless to let the raven-haired beauty stay with him too long.

He watched as Harry disappeared into the approaching moonlight, wondering if his wish for a lover and companion had finally come true.

Draco groaned, long and throaty, his hand wrapped firmly around his pulsing cock. Harry’s sexy gift sat unused on the bed beside him, because Draco needed no magazine images to get him off. Just the thought of Harry kissing him with that thick, wet tongue made his fist move faster until he milked ever ounce of fluid from his throbbing erection.

It had been nearly unbearable to let Harry leave the day before, and every moment since he’d spent kicking himself for being so foolish. Still, when a new day dawned, Draco found himself worried about what it would bring. As much as he looked forward to his next encounter with Harry, he was equally concerned about his next encounter with Grindelwald.

He closed his eyes and tried not to think about it. What would come, would come. There was no way of fighting it. He only hoped that it didn’t lose him his Harry. He couldn’t blame the man if he were completely disgusted by him once he found out.

Just when the dread became nearly too heavy, a dark owl flew through his window and landed on the end of his headboard. Draco scrambled to cover up, as if the bird would judge his naked body. The owl held out a note, and Draco stared at it curiously. Who could have sent it? His heart immediately began to race as he imagined Harry breaking up with him over some sappily written missive, and then reminded himself that he wasn’t actually in a relationship with Harry yet and that he hardly even knew the man.

That rationalization didn’t help, so he tore into the letter and ignored the owl, which flew away, back through the window and into the afternoon sky.

My Dearest Draco,

I’m afraid that a situation has come up and it’s forcing me away from you to take care of it. I’ll be gone for a fortnight at least, and I didn’t want you to worry. You should have more than enough to sustain you until I return, but I know how much you look forward to my daily visits and I know how disappointed you’ll be.

I promise to resume the pace of our newly discovered attraction when I return to you.

All my love,

Gellert

Draco nearly sobbed with relief when he saw the signature. It wasn’t from Harry at all, but from his imposing Master. As ominous as the ending sounded, Draco couldn’t help but be excited. Two long weeks without having to fear what Grindelwald would force him into. Two weeks that he could live carefree and happy with Harry. He knew it was selfish and horrid, but part of him hoped that Grindelwald never returned and that Harry would be able to stay with him forever.

Harry was smitten. All through breakfast and dueling, he had a consistent smile on his face. It didn’t matter how often Sirius teased him, or how many lectures he received from Remus, Harry had fallen and only Draco could catch him.

He was growing anxious toward dinner, wanting to escape into the woods and see Draco again, but his godfather would hear nothing of it. “Not until we talk, Harry,” he said, and Harry reluctantly followed Sirius into his study.

They sat by the crackling fire, both silent for a long moment until Sirius looked at him squarely, those blue eyes seeming to bore into his very soul. “Tell me about this boy,” he said. “Do you love him?”

Harry bit sharply into his bottom lip. He’d been thinking of the captive blond without fail since he’d first heard that enchanting voice on the wind. Still, he’d been trying very hard not to think of it in those terms. Could he be in love with this man that he hardly knew? Draco was lovely, more than that, he was amazing, but that was attraction alone. And when he was around, Harry wanted to be constantly kissing him, and more…oh so much more. In fact, Harry had a hard time concealing how much he wanted the sweet prisoner. But that, at best, was merely lust.

But then beneath all of that, at the very core of his being, Harry knew there was something more. He felt a kinship with the blond, a pull that he couldn’t rationally explain. And deep down, he knew what that meant, even though he’d never felt it before. “I think I do, yeah,” he answered at last.

“I thought so,” Sirius sighed, already feeling as though he was losing Harry, his prodigy, his son. “I just need you to promise me, Harry, promise me you’ll be careful.”

Harry laughed. “We haven’t done anything…sexual, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

Sirius coughed and flushed a deep red that matched quite well with the ornate jacket he was donning that evening. “No, that wasn’t was I was talking about, but that’s a good point, Son. You should be careful there too.”

“Oh, you mean Draco’s keeper?” Harry corrected, his own cheeks tinged with pink from embarrassment. “I’m perfectly cautious there as well,” he assured.

“All good things, Harry, but no. I was referring to being careful with your heart,” Sirius explained.

“My heart?” Harry repeated, somewhat befuddled.

"Love is a fire, Harry, but whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell," Sirius advised. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

Harry beamed at his godfather and flung against him in a warm embrace. “I’ll be fine, Sirius,” Harry assured. “I promise. Besides, anything worth perusing has some risk involved, right?”

Sirius thought back to the day he finally confessed his feelings to Remus. His reputation preceded him those days, but despite the fact he’d had plenty of experience, that day, his belly was a bundle of nerves. Remus Lupin had been his friend, his best friend, and he had no idea whether the wolfish man had ever considered him in a romantic light. Not to mention, knowing Sirius’ past, Remus was likely to think it was all a grand prank. Luckily, his friend seemed to feel the same, and today they were as happy as ever. Sirius could only hope Harry could find love as easy and as pure as he had with his husband.

Before Sirius could say another word, Harry was waving from the door, eager to get to his tower-bound love.

Author’s Note: Well, two parts left and lots still to happen. Luckily, the next two chapters are quite long.