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Punish Me
Chapter Number/Total: 17/20
Chapter Title: Punish Me
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When Harry opened his eyes he was bent over the same stone railing. Macnair was behind him, thrusting hard and making Harry cry out as he was raped all over again. At first Harry thought that if he were quiet it would go along faster, but it didn't seem to be. Macnair pulled his head back hard and Harry screamed, screamed for someone to help him. But he couldn't hear or see Draco.
Draco had managed to fall asleep worrying over what kind of employment he could get in the Muggle world. He woke to Harry screaming and thrashing in his arms. He rolled over quickly, getting used to it now. He pinned Harry so the man wouldn't hurt himself or Draco. "Harry, wake up, it's a dream," he said loudly but not harshly.
Harry was crying even as he heard Draco's voice. But it calmed him down, and he opened his eyes and looked up at Draco, sniffling pitifully. "I can't even sleep without remembering."
Draco's heart clenched at that. "I know," he said, having had quite a few of those kind of nightmares himself. "I could give you a Dreamless Sleep Potion."
Harry nodded, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath. "I keep waking you up... I'm sorry about that. I just...can't help it..." It felt like he was losing his mind.
Draco leant forward, kissing Harry. "I understand," he whispered against his lips.
"Feels like...like I can't control anything anymore," Harry said softly, kissing him back gently.
"No, you can't," Draco said. "And you don't have to." He ran his fingers through Harry's hair.
"I don't have to?" Harry asked, looking up at Draco again.
"No, you don't," Draco said. "You just have to stay alive and be with me. My job to do the rest."
"Hard job," Harry whispered, visibly relaxing.
"Worth it," Draco said, smiling down at him.
Harry smiled back, looking up into Draco's eyes. "Want to go back to sleep?"
"I can, unless you want to do something else," Draco said, still straddling Harry's waist.
Normally Harry would've grinned and lifted his hips for Draco, but tonight he was still tired, so he shook his head and leant up to kiss him. "Just tired."
Draco nodded and rolled off him, taking him in his arms again and kissing the top of his head. "Just make up dreams about you and me in a Muggle flat somewhere in America."
"I'll try," Harry murmured, pressing himself against Draco as he curled up slightly, his eyes closing.
Draco lay away for a long time, watching Harry sleep and trying to think of how to protect him. Harry’s logic was true. They would have more time if they didn't run until after the next meeting at the Dark Lord's mansion. Yet, the last time had nearly killed Harry and exposed Draco's weakness. Could they make it through another evening's "entertainment" with the Death Eaters?
***
They were eating their breakfast. Draco hadn't slept well, but he had come to several conclusions. "We are going to Gringotts today," he said.
Harry was physically much better; the Healing Potions seemed to have done their job. He looked up from his plate, where he had been just pushing around his food. "Gringotts. And do I go with you?"
"I can't leave you here without risking another...incident," said Draco.
Harry nodded, not even wanting to have to deal with someone like Macnair again. Especially since Draco would be gone for a longer time. "Okay, when do you want to go?"
"We should go today," Draco said. "We will have to work harder in the Lab tomorrow, but at least we will have the travel money we need. And I need some supplies from less than reputable dealers if I am to enchant the kind of Portkey we need."
"All right," Harry agreed. "It's been a while since I've been there."
"So you will need to wear clothes," Draco said, rolling out of bed and looking through his drawers for something appropriate.
Harry smiled, pushing away the plate and following. "And shoes."
"Shoes," Draco said, thinking. He found trousers, shorts, a shirt, socks and shoes. Draco's clothes didn't fit Harry but he used several spells and got him dressed. It would work. For now.
Harry sat down on the bed, completely dressed, and sighed. Even though he had gotten used to being naked, when he had clothes on, he didn't feel as exposed. "When we leave, we'll have to go shopping."
"Yes," Draco said. "We need to get the supplies for the Portkey and then some Muggle clothing."
"Nothing expensive," Harry said, glancing at Draco.
Draco snorted but nodded. "Nothing that will stand out," he said.
"That's perfect for me," Harry said. Then after a moment, he asked, “What supplies? I thought that making a Portkey was just a spell?”
“Not for a trans-Atlantic crossing,” Draco replied. “We will be making two very long jumps to places we haven’t been before. I want to insure we arrive intact. And there are some potions I want to make before the next meeting.”
***
Draco wore traditional robes and checked his correspondence quickly before they left. He frowned at the one from Wormtail but didn't say anything about it. Finally, he took Harry by the arm and Apparated them to an entrance point for Diagon Alley.
Harry stayed close, feeling nervous now that they were actually there. He wondered how different life was around here.
They made their way through the brick passage and down the street. The mood was sombre these days. Many of the old businesses were gone or under new management. People shopping gave way at the sight of the notorious Draco Malfoy and his slave. Most didn't even look at Harry.
Harry took one look at the area and looked down, feeling something else break inside him. He felt ashamed for letting everyone down. He honestly hoped that no one recognised him.
Draco led them to Gringotts where he arranged to have them taken to one of his family vaults.
Harry wondered if his own vault was emptied out. "Draco," he said quietly, still close to him.
Draco scowled at him. "Master," he corrected in a whisper, hoping no one overheard.
Harry blushed at his mistake, looking down. "Master..."
"What is it?" Draco whispered.
"Do you know if my vault is empty?" Harry asked quietly.
"I don't know," Draco said. "But you wouldn't be able to access it. You are a criminal by the new law."
"Would you?" Harry asked.
"Why? We don't need your money," Draco asked, as they rode the cart to the Malfoy vault.
"Just in case...that would be more for us," Harry whispered, shrugging.
"I have money," Draco said patiently. "We just can't get it all exchanged."
Harry nodded, sitting back and going quiet. Harry just didn't want them to have to deal with not having enough.
Draco withdrew a substantial sum from the vault. He rarely dealt with this much cash. But he knew they would need money, not only for their escape but for bribes to get the supplies and identity papers.
"Now what?" Harry asked, glancing up at Draco.
"Now we go to Knockturn Alley," he whispered.
Harry shivered, but nodded. If Diagon Alley had this kind of mood, he couldn't imagine how Knockturn Alley was.
Draco made his way to the deeper parts of Knockturn Alley. He ignored the beggars in the gutters and frowned at a prostitute who tried to block his way. She shrunk away quickly at his look.
Harry looked at everyone they passed, feeling bad for what their lives had been reduced to.
Finally, Draco entered a shop that was identified only by the cross of bones on the door. It was cramped and musty and stank of Dark Magic.
The proprietor's eyes widened and he scrambled up from his chair when he saw Draco. "Mr Malfoy," he said, practically bowing, "how can I help you today?"
Harry kept by Draco's side, glancing around the small shop curiously. It didn't look like the one he accidentally Flooed to in his second year
Draco pulled out a scroll of parchment and handed it to the man. "Which of these things can you provide me? Or get quickly?"
The man unrolled the scroll and glanced up suspiciously at Draco. "Some of these are prohibited," he said.
"Most of what you sell was prohibited before, and even now," Draco sneered. "I will pay well, so answer."
There were a few things on the shelves that looked strange to Harry. He glanced up at Draco before he leant closer, reaching out to tap a jar curiously.
The thing in the jar tapped back.
Harry smiled a bit, finding whatever it was amusing. He kept tapping the jar, almost communicating with it.
Draco slapped Harry's hand away. "Don't touch anything," he hissed.
Harry pulled his hand back and nodded, stepping away from the jar.
"They will be expensive," the proprietor said, practically licking his lips in his greed.
Draco snorted. "Get me the items, keep your mouth shut about it and you will be well compensated." Draco knew he couldn't take it all with him anyway.
The man gathered up about half the items on the list and Draco paid him in a stack of Galleons. Draco insisted the man copy down what he was going to get for him and took his scroll back. He wouldn’t trust leaving behind a list in his own handwriting. Harry was having a hard time not touching anything else on the shelves, his curiosity trying to get the best of him. He kept within a good distance of Draco, but continued to look at different things, wanting to touch, but stopping himself.
Draco picked up the bag of ingredients, surprisingly small for how much it cost, and handed it to Harry to carry.
Harry took it, looking inside to see what he got. He didn't recognize anything though.
Draco frowned at him. Harry made a terrible slave. He never did remember to keep his place. Draco smirked at the thought.
Harry looked up at him again in time to see the smirk. "What now?"
He rolled his eyes at Harry, not answering him. Draco led them out of the shop after arranging with the shopkeeper to return when he had the rest of the materials.
Finally they made it somewhere he could pull Harry aside into an alcove. He shoved Harry face-first against the wall, pressing his body against him. In Knockturn Alley, that wouldn't look that unusual.
Harry gasped, almost dropping the bag he held in his hand.
"Hold it," Draco growled, pressing his front to Harry's arse. "Now," he whispered, "you are supposed to be my bloody slave, remember?"
"Yes. I'm sorry I touched the jar," Harry said quickly.
"Do you want me to punish you?" Draco asked, whispering in his ear. He had only intended to talk to Harry, but the position had him aroused now.
"If...if you feel the need to," Harry murmured, biting his lip.
"I asked if you wanted it, Potter,” Draco whispered. He would never force himself on Harry again. He had discovered he preferred willing.
Harry swallowed. He could tell what Draco meant. "Yes..."
"Good,” Draco said, nipping at Harry's ear and grinding his hardening cock against him through their clothes.
Harry whimpered then moaned, pushing back against Draco after a moment.
"Keep your hands on the wall and don't drop the bag," Draco said, reaching around Harry's waist to unfasten his trousers and then push them, along with his shorts, down to his knees.
Harry tightened his grip on the bag, shivering as he was exposed. Now anyone could really walk by and see them.
People did walk by, making little gasps or snickering. Draco ignored them, unfastening his robes and pulling his cock out. He cast a Lube Charm and rubbed himself along the cleft of Harry's arse.
Harry closed his eyes and moaned softly, clenching a bit in anticipation. He could hear people, but he focused on Draco.
Draco rubbed back and forth against Potter's hole. "Yes, you love this," he sighed. "Fucked by me in public, where everyone can see how bad I want you."
"I love it," Harry gasped, biting his lip as he tried to push back on Draco's cock.
Draco pushed in slowly then, making sure not to tear Harry's newly healed opening. "Oh, Gods, so tight," Draco gasped in his ear.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Harry wondered if it were at all normal to keep reverting to being practically a virgin, even though he had had sex many times before. But either way, Harry loved it. He groaned, pushing back against Draco.
Draco was panting, face pressed alongside Harry's as he gently rocked his hips, sliding deeper with each thrust. One hand rested on Harry's hip but the other he slid around to wrap around the man's cock.
"Fuck," Harry moaned, resting his forehead against the wall as he felt Draco's hand wrap around his shaft.
"Yes, fucking you, Potter," Draco answered, increasing his speed now as he felt the other man's body responding to him.
"Yes," Harry hissed, his eyes closing as he moved with him, his fingers digging into the wall.
"Tell me you want it," Draco whispered, panting as he fucked and stroked Harry.
"I want to come," Harry said, thrusting into Draco's hand then back onto his cock.
"You want to come with my cock up your arse?" Draco asked, loving to hear it from his lover.
"I want to come with your cock up my arse," Harry repeated, his words slurring together as he got close.
"Yes, come for me," Draco said, near to his own orgasm now.
Harry came a few thrusts later with a cry, scraping his hand down the wall as he tried to grip it again.
"Yes, yes, fuck yes," Draco said, thrusting fast now as Potter's orgasm painted the bricks in front of them. And then he came, trembling and holding on to the other man.
Harry nearly fell back on him, panting hard as he tried to catch his breath.
Draco held on to Potter for a minute, having forgotten where they were at that moment. He glanced up and saw a small audience watching. He scowled at them and they quickly moved on.
"Ah," Harry sighed, looking down at the hand he scraped on the wall. He had only grazed the skin, leaving behind a burning feeling.
"Dress yourself," Draco said, casting Cleaning Charms on both of them and then tucking himself back in his robes.
Harry bent over so he could pull his shorts up with his trousers, quickly fixing the trousers. Somehow he managed to hold the bag the entire time.
"Ready?" Draco asked when Harry was done. His face was serious but there was still amusement in his eyes.
"Ready," Harry said and nodded, giving him a small smile.
"Where do we get Muggle clothing?" Draco asked.
"Muggle London, I guess," Harry replied quietly.
They made their way out of Diagon Alley and began walking down the street in the Muggle part of town. "You pick the store," Draco said.
Harry didn't know much about shopping, but he ended up pointing a small store that sold clothes. "Is it hot in California?"
"I don't know. Some parts are, I think," Draco said. "Let's just get a set of clothes each. We can't take much and can buy the rest when we get there."
Harry nodded and walked around the store, picking up simple clothes that he thought would fit him.
They managed to find trousers, shorts, shirts and various accessories in the Muggle store. They had to go to another store for shoes. Draco was not impressed with the poor quality of the fabrics and workmanship. Potter had to help him figure out the money, and eventually they returned with their purchases to the Manor.
Harry was tired, a full day of being outdoors wearing him out. He looked back at Draco to see what he was planning.
"Dinner and bed," the blond answered the look. "Dinner in bed, in fact."
"Sounds nice," Harry murmured, smiling a bit at him. "Let's go..."
They trudged up the stairs. Draco was stripping and watching Harry. "Dinner and bath?" he asked.
"A bath, yes," Harry answered, beginning to take off his clothes as well.
Draco had the elves bring them a dinner tray and draw a bath. That sat on the bed, eating like they had at breakfast.
"We'll have to cook our own food," Harry commented, glancing up at Draco.
"I've never cooked anything," Draco said, frowning.
"I'll cook the food then," Harry said, grinning at him. "I used to do it for my relatives."
Draco nodded, wondering if Muggle food was different. He finished his share of the food and sat back watching Harry.
Harry was surprised to see Draco actually eating. He smiled but didn’t comment. He ate until he was full, not noticing Draco's intense gaze until he pushed his plate away slowly and looked up at him.
Draco sent the dishes away and then climbed out of the bed, holding a hand to Harry.
Harry took the hand with a smile, slipping out of the bed and standing next to Draco.
Draco led Harry to the bathroom and gestured for him to climb into the bath first.
Harry smiled at the gesture, remembering back when he couldn't even get in until Draco was finished taking his bath. Things really had changed. Harry climbed into the warm water and settled down with a sigh.
Draco climbed in behind Harry and slid his legs alongside Harry's. He reached for the washcloth and began to wash Harry's back.
Harry sighed softly, leaning forward as Draco began to wash his back. "Do you know when we have to go back?" he asked quietly, wanting to prepare himself.
"Yes," Draco answered quietly, pausing briefly as he continued to wash his lover's arms.
"When?" Harry asked, needing to know. He lifted his arms for Draco, letting him wash underneath.
Draco ran his hands down his arms and over Harry's chest, washing. "The letter we got this morning," he said, "said two days."
Harry nodded, taking a deep breath. "Last time..."
"Yes, last time," Draco said, pulling Harry back so the man rested against his chest as he washed him.
"And then we leave," Harry said quietly, lying against Draco.
"We leave together, start new," Draco agreed, the words soothing to him as well as Harry.
"Together. I can't wait, Draco," Harry said honestly, his eyes closing as he pictured them together, and far away from harm.
Draco leant Harry back, wetting those dark locks and then working shampoo into them. "Yes, just you and me," he said. "No one else to tell us how to live, who to be or whom to love," he said.
"We can do whatever we want," Harry said, trailing off as Draco washed his hair.
"No one can touch us again, only each other," Draco said, massaging Potter's scalp.
Harry bit his lip softly, nodding as the shampoo ran down his face. "Only each other." Harry sighed happily.
Draco used the cloth to wipe away the shampoo. He then reached a cloth-covered hand down to wash below the water.
Harry shifted a bit under the cloth, opening his eyes a bit again. "Maybe we can get a pet," Harry murmured.
"You are my pet," Draco teased, now washing Harry's inner thighs.
"Well, I want a pet," Harry said, blushing slightly.
"What kind of pet?" Draco asked, washing up those thighs to the place where they met.
"I don't know...maybe a dog..." Harry replied, shrugging.
"A dog?" Draco asked, cloth-wrapped fingers now caressing Harry's balls.
"Yeah, I like dogs," Harry murmured, opening his legs wider for Draco.
"Mmm," Draco answered, attention now on washing Harry's balls and cock.
"We'll probably get one," Harry whispered, the cloth feeling nice against cock.
"Right now, you are going to let me bring you off," Draco said, letting the washcloth slide off his hand as he wrapped his fingers around Harry's cock. His own had hardened too, and was pressed firmly in the cleft of Harry's arse.
"Not like I can say no," Harry said softly, lying back against Draco with a small sigh.
Draco tensed for a moment. "You can with me," he said. "You can say no and I would stop."
"I meant not like I wanted to say no," Harry corrected. "And I know you would."
Draco relaxed then, thrusting gently against Harry's arse as he stroked him. The water in the bath moved in little waves as he did.
Harry moaned softly, his head falling onto Draco's shoulder as he moved.
Draco rubbed himself against Potter, the warm water and the willing body making it a delight. He was stroking Harry in time with his thrusts.
"Draco," Harry groaned, beginning to thrust up into his hand. He remembered that there would be many nights like this once they got away. He smiled at the thought.
"Yes," Draco said, "mine and no one else's. Come with me." The words were the last push he needed and he was coming against Harry's backside in the water, hand still stoking the other man's cock.
"Yours," Harry gasped, coming a second later, his back arching.
Draco held him through the aftermath of their orgasms, feeling deliciously afloat in the water and sensations.
Harry sighed, his eyes closed as he slowly relaxed against Draco again in the water.
They stayed that way until Draco realised he was falling asleep in the water and Potter was nearly already passed out. "To bed now," he said, sitting up so that Harry had to as well.
"What...we're not in it?" Harry mumbled, trying to get up.
Draco snorted and helped the man up, casting Drying Charms when they stepped out of the tub. He led the sleepy Harry to bed, pulled back the covers and tucked him into the bed. Then Draco climbed in after him.
Chapter Title: Punish Me
Words: 3685 Words
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When Harry opened his eyes he was bent over the same stone railing. Macnair was behind him, thrusting hard and making Harry cry out as he was raped all over again. At first Harry thought that if he were quiet it would go along faster, but it didn't seem to be. Macnair pulled his head back hard and Harry screamed, screamed for someone to help him. But he couldn't hear or see Draco.
Draco had managed to fall asleep worrying over what kind of employment he could get in the Muggle world. He woke to Harry screaming and thrashing in his arms. He rolled over quickly, getting used to it now. He pinned Harry so the man wouldn't hurt himself or Draco. "Harry, wake up, it's a dream," he said loudly but not harshly.
Harry was crying even as he heard Draco's voice. But it calmed him down, and he opened his eyes and looked up at Draco, sniffling pitifully. "I can't even sleep without remembering."
Draco's heart clenched at that. "I know," he said, having had quite a few of those kind of nightmares himself. "I could give you a Dreamless Sleep Potion."
Harry nodded, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath. "I keep waking you up... I'm sorry about that. I just...can't help it..." It felt like he was losing his mind.
Draco leant forward, kissing Harry. "I understand," he whispered against his lips.
"Feels like...like I can't control anything anymore," Harry said softly, kissing him back gently.
"No, you can't," Draco said. "And you don't have to." He ran his fingers through Harry's hair.
"I don't have to?" Harry asked, looking up at Draco again.
"No, you don't," Draco said. "You just have to stay alive and be with me. My job to do the rest."
"Hard job," Harry whispered, visibly relaxing.
"Worth it," Draco said, smiling down at him.
Harry smiled back, looking up into Draco's eyes. "Want to go back to sleep?"
"I can, unless you want to do something else," Draco said, still straddling Harry's waist.
Normally Harry would've grinned and lifted his hips for Draco, but tonight he was still tired, so he shook his head and leant up to kiss him. "Just tired."
Draco nodded and rolled off him, taking him in his arms again and kissing the top of his head. "Just make up dreams about you and me in a Muggle flat somewhere in America."
"I'll try," Harry murmured, pressing himself against Draco as he curled up slightly, his eyes closing.
Draco lay away for a long time, watching Harry sleep and trying to think of how to protect him. Harry’s logic was true. They would have more time if they didn't run until after the next meeting at the Dark Lord's mansion. Yet, the last time had nearly killed Harry and exposed Draco's weakness. Could they make it through another evening's "entertainment" with the Death Eaters?
***
They were eating their breakfast. Draco hadn't slept well, but he had come to several conclusions. "We are going to Gringotts today," he said.
Harry was physically much better; the Healing Potions seemed to have done their job. He looked up from his plate, where he had been just pushing around his food. "Gringotts. And do I go with you?"
"I can't leave you here without risking another...incident," said Draco.
Harry nodded, not even wanting to have to deal with someone like Macnair again. Especially since Draco would be gone for a longer time. "Okay, when do you want to go?"
"We should go today," Draco said. "We will have to work harder in the Lab tomorrow, but at least we will have the travel money we need. And I need some supplies from less than reputable dealers if I am to enchant the kind of Portkey we need."
"All right," Harry agreed. "It's been a while since I've been there."
"So you will need to wear clothes," Draco said, rolling out of bed and looking through his drawers for something appropriate.
Harry smiled, pushing away the plate and following. "And shoes."
"Shoes," Draco said, thinking. He found trousers, shorts, a shirt, socks and shoes. Draco's clothes didn't fit Harry but he used several spells and got him dressed. It would work. For now.
Harry sat down on the bed, completely dressed, and sighed. Even though he had gotten used to being naked, when he had clothes on, he didn't feel as exposed. "When we leave, we'll have to go shopping."
"Yes," Draco said. "We need to get the supplies for the Portkey and then some Muggle clothing."
"Nothing expensive," Harry said, glancing at Draco.
Draco snorted but nodded. "Nothing that will stand out," he said.
"That's perfect for me," Harry said. Then after a moment, he asked, “What supplies? I thought that making a Portkey was just a spell?”
“Not for a trans-Atlantic crossing,” Draco replied. “We will be making two very long jumps to places we haven’t been before. I want to insure we arrive intact. And there are some potions I want to make before the next meeting.”
***
Draco wore traditional robes and checked his correspondence quickly before they left. He frowned at the one from Wormtail but didn't say anything about it. Finally, he took Harry by the arm and Apparated them to an entrance point for Diagon Alley.
Harry stayed close, feeling nervous now that they were actually there. He wondered how different life was around here.
They made their way through the brick passage and down the street. The mood was sombre these days. Many of the old businesses were gone or under new management. People shopping gave way at the sight of the notorious Draco Malfoy and his slave. Most didn't even look at Harry.
Harry took one look at the area and looked down, feeling something else break inside him. He felt ashamed for letting everyone down. He honestly hoped that no one recognised him.
Draco led them to Gringotts where he arranged to have them taken to one of his family vaults.
Harry wondered if his own vault was emptied out. "Draco," he said quietly, still close to him.
Draco scowled at him. "Master," he corrected in a whisper, hoping no one overheard.
Harry blushed at his mistake, looking down. "Master..."
"What is it?" Draco whispered.
"Do you know if my vault is empty?" Harry asked quietly.
"I don't know," Draco said. "But you wouldn't be able to access it. You are a criminal by the new law."
"Would you?" Harry asked.
"Why? We don't need your money," Draco asked, as they rode the cart to the Malfoy vault.
"Just in case...that would be more for us," Harry whispered, shrugging.
"I have money," Draco said patiently. "We just can't get it all exchanged."
Harry nodded, sitting back and going quiet. Harry just didn't want them to have to deal with not having enough.
Draco withdrew a substantial sum from the vault. He rarely dealt with this much cash. But he knew they would need money, not only for their escape but for bribes to get the supplies and identity papers.
"Now what?" Harry asked, glancing up at Draco.
"Now we go to Knockturn Alley," he whispered.
Harry shivered, but nodded. If Diagon Alley had this kind of mood, he couldn't imagine how Knockturn Alley was.
Draco made his way to the deeper parts of Knockturn Alley. He ignored the beggars in the gutters and frowned at a prostitute who tried to block his way. She shrunk away quickly at his look.
Harry looked at everyone they passed, feeling bad for what their lives had been reduced to.
Finally, Draco entered a shop that was identified only by the cross of bones on the door. It was cramped and musty and stank of Dark Magic.
The proprietor's eyes widened and he scrambled up from his chair when he saw Draco. "Mr Malfoy," he said, practically bowing, "how can I help you today?"
Harry kept by Draco's side, glancing around the small shop curiously. It didn't look like the one he accidentally Flooed to in his second year
Draco pulled out a scroll of parchment and handed it to the man. "Which of these things can you provide me? Or get quickly?"
The man unrolled the scroll and glanced up suspiciously at Draco. "Some of these are prohibited," he said.
"Most of what you sell was prohibited before, and even now," Draco sneered. "I will pay well, so answer."
There were a few things on the shelves that looked strange to Harry. He glanced up at Draco before he leant closer, reaching out to tap a jar curiously.
The thing in the jar tapped back.
Harry smiled a bit, finding whatever it was amusing. He kept tapping the jar, almost communicating with it.
Draco slapped Harry's hand away. "Don't touch anything," he hissed.
Harry pulled his hand back and nodded, stepping away from the jar.
"They will be expensive," the proprietor said, practically licking his lips in his greed.
Draco snorted. "Get me the items, keep your mouth shut about it and you will be well compensated." Draco knew he couldn't take it all with him anyway.
The man gathered up about half the items on the list and Draco paid him in a stack of Galleons. Draco insisted the man copy down what he was going to get for him and took his scroll back. He wouldn’t trust leaving behind a list in his own handwriting. Harry was having a hard time not touching anything else on the shelves, his curiosity trying to get the best of him. He kept within a good distance of Draco, but continued to look at different things, wanting to touch, but stopping himself.
Draco picked up the bag of ingredients, surprisingly small for how much it cost, and handed it to Harry to carry.
Harry took it, looking inside to see what he got. He didn't recognize anything though.
Draco frowned at him. Harry made a terrible slave. He never did remember to keep his place. Draco smirked at the thought.
Harry looked up at him again in time to see the smirk. "What now?"
He rolled his eyes at Harry, not answering him. Draco led them out of the shop after arranging with the shopkeeper to return when he had the rest of the materials.
Finally they made it somewhere he could pull Harry aside into an alcove. He shoved Harry face-first against the wall, pressing his body against him. In Knockturn Alley, that wouldn't look that unusual.
Harry gasped, almost dropping the bag he held in his hand.
"Hold it," Draco growled, pressing his front to Harry's arse. "Now," he whispered, "you are supposed to be my bloody slave, remember?"
"Yes. I'm sorry I touched the jar," Harry said quickly.
"Do you want me to punish you?" Draco asked, whispering in his ear. He had only intended to talk to Harry, but the position had him aroused now.
"If...if you feel the need to," Harry murmured, biting his lip.
"I asked if you wanted it, Potter,” Draco whispered. He would never force himself on Harry again. He had discovered he preferred willing.
Harry swallowed. He could tell what Draco meant. "Yes..."
"Good,” Draco said, nipping at Harry's ear and grinding his hardening cock against him through their clothes.
Harry whimpered then moaned, pushing back against Draco after a moment.
"Keep your hands on the wall and don't drop the bag," Draco said, reaching around Harry's waist to unfasten his trousers and then push them, along with his shorts, down to his knees.
Harry tightened his grip on the bag, shivering as he was exposed. Now anyone could really walk by and see them.
People did walk by, making little gasps or snickering. Draco ignored them, unfastening his robes and pulling his cock out. He cast a Lube Charm and rubbed himself along the cleft of Harry's arse.
Harry closed his eyes and moaned softly, clenching a bit in anticipation. He could hear people, but he focused on Draco.
Draco rubbed back and forth against Potter's hole. "Yes, you love this," he sighed. "Fucked by me in public, where everyone can see how bad I want you."
"I love it," Harry gasped, biting his lip as he tried to push back on Draco's cock.
Draco pushed in slowly then, making sure not to tear Harry's newly healed opening. "Oh, Gods, so tight," Draco gasped in his ear.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Harry wondered if it were at all normal to keep reverting to being practically a virgin, even though he had had sex many times before. But either way, Harry loved it. He groaned, pushing back against Draco.
Draco was panting, face pressed alongside Harry's as he gently rocked his hips, sliding deeper with each thrust. One hand rested on Harry's hip but the other he slid around to wrap around the man's cock.
"Fuck," Harry moaned, resting his forehead against the wall as he felt Draco's hand wrap around his shaft.
"Yes, fucking you, Potter," Draco answered, increasing his speed now as he felt the other man's body responding to him.
"Yes," Harry hissed, his eyes closing as he moved with him, his fingers digging into the wall.
"Tell me you want it," Draco whispered, panting as he fucked and stroked Harry.
"I want to come," Harry said, thrusting into Draco's hand then back onto his cock.
"You want to come with my cock up your arse?" Draco asked, loving to hear it from his lover.
"I want to come with your cock up my arse," Harry repeated, his words slurring together as he got close.
"Yes, come for me," Draco said, near to his own orgasm now.
Harry came a few thrusts later with a cry, scraping his hand down the wall as he tried to grip it again.
"Yes, yes, fuck yes," Draco said, thrusting fast now as Potter's orgasm painted the bricks in front of them. And then he came, trembling and holding on to the other man.
Harry nearly fell back on him, panting hard as he tried to catch his breath.
Draco held on to Potter for a minute, having forgotten where they were at that moment. He glanced up and saw a small audience watching. He scowled at them and they quickly moved on.
"Ah," Harry sighed, looking down at the hand he scraped on the wall. He had only grazed the skin, leaving behind a burning feeling.
"Dress yourself," Draco said, casting Cleaning Charms on both of them and then tucking himself back in his robes.
Harry bent over so he could pull his shorts up with his trousers, quickly fixing the trousers. Somehow he managed to hold the bag the entire time.
"Ready?" Draco asked when Harry was done. His face was serious but there was still amusement in his eyes.
"Ready," Harry said and nodded, giving him a small smile.
"Where do we get Muggle clothing?" Draco asked.
"Muggle London, I guess," Harry replied quietly.
They made their way out of Diagon Alley and began walking down the street in the Muggle part of town. "You pick the store," Draco said.
Harry didn't know much about shopping, but he ended up pointing a small store that sold clothes. "Is it hot in California?"
"I don't know. Some parts are, I think," Draco said. "Let's just get a set of clothes each. We can't take much and can buy the rest when we get there."
Harry nodded and walked around the store, picking up simple clothes that he thought would fit him.
They managed to find trousers, shorts, shirts and various accessories in the Muggle store. They had to go to another store for shoes. Draco was not impressed with the poor quality of the fabrics and workmanship. Potter had to help him figure out the money, and eventually they returned with their purchases to the Manor.
Harry was tired, a full day of being outdoors wearing him out. He looked back at Draco to see what he was planning.
"Dinner and bed," the blond answered the look. "Dinner in bed, in fact."
"Sounds nice," Harry murmured, smiling a bit at him. "Let's go..."
They trudged up the stairs. Draco was stripping and watching Harry. "Dinner and bath?" he asked.
"A bath, yes," Harry answered, beginning to take off his clothes as well.
Draco had the elves bring them a dinner tray and draw a bath. That sat on the bed, eating like they had at breakfast.
"We'll have to cook our own food," Harry commented, glancing up at Draco.
"I've never cooked anything," Draco said, frowning.
"I'll cook the food then," Harry said, grinning at him. "I used to do it for my relatives."
Draco nodded, wondering if Muggle food was different. He finished his share of the food and sat back watching Harry.
Harry was surprised to see Draco actually eating. He smiled but didn’t comment. He ate until he was full, not noticing Draco's intense gaze until he pushed his plate away slowly and looked up at him.
Draco sent the dishes away and then climbed out of the bed, holding a hand to Harry.
Harry took the hand with a smile, slipping out of the bed and standing next to Draco.
Draco led Harry to the bathroom and gestured for him to climb into the bath first.
Harry smiled at the gesture, remembering back when he couldn't even get in until Draco was finished taking his bath. Things really had changed. Harry climbed into the warm water and settled down with a sigh.
Draco climbed in behind Harry and slid his legs alongside Harry's. He reached for the washcloth and began to wash Harry's back.
Harry sighed softly, leaning forward as Draco began to wash his back. "Do you know when we have to go back?" he asked quietly, wanting to prepare himself.
"Yes," Draco answered quietly, pausing briefly as he continued to wash his lover's arms.
"When?" Harry asked, needing to know. He lifted his arms for Draco, letting him wash underneath.
Draco ran his hands down his arms and over Harry's chest, washing. "The letter we got this morning," he said, "said two days."
Harry nodded, taking a deep breath. "Last time..."
"Yes, last time," Draco said, pulling Harry back so the man rested against his chest as he washed him.
"And then we leave," Harry said quietly, lying against Draco.
"We leave together, start new," Draco agreed, the words soothing to him as well as Harry.
"Together. I can't wait, Draco," Harry said honestly, his eyes closing as he pictured them together, and far away from harm.
Draco leant Harry back, wetting those dark locks and then working shampoo into them. "Yes, just you and me," he said. "No one else to tell us how to live, who to be or whom to love," he said.
"We can do whatever we want," Harry said, trailing off as Draco washed his hair.
"No one can touch us again, only each other," Draco said, massaging Potter's scalp.
Harry bit his lip softly, nodding as the shampoo ran down his face. "Only each other." Harry sighed happily.
Draco used the cloth to wipe away the shampoo. He then reached a cloth-covered hand down to wash below the water.
Harry shifted a bit under the cloth, opening his eyes a bit again. "Maybe we can get a pet," Harry murmured.
"You are my pet," Draco teased, now washing Harry's inner thighs.
"Well, I want a pet," Harry said, blushing slightly.
"What kind of pet?" Draco asked, washing up those thighs to the place where they met.
"I don't know...maybe a dog..." Harry replied, shrugging.
"A dog?" Draco asked, cloth-wrapped fingers now caressing Harry's balls.
"Yeah, I like dogs," Harry murmured, opening his legs wider for Draco.
"Mmm," Draco answered, attention now on washing Harry's balls and cock.
"We'll probably get one," Harry whispered, the cloth feeling nice against cock.
"Right now, you are going to let me bring you off," Draco said, letting the washcloth slide off his hand as he wrapped his fingers around Harry's cock. His own had hardened too, and was pressed firmly in the cleft of Harry's arse.
"Not like I can say no," Harry said softly, lying back against Draco with a small sigh.
Draco tensed for a moment. "You can with me," he said. "You can say no and I would stop."
"I meant not like I wanted to say no," Harry corrected. "And I know you would."
Draco relaxed then, thrusting gently against Harry's arse as he stroked him. The water in the bath moved in little waves as he did.
Harry moaned softly, his head falling onto Draco's shoulder as he moved.
Draco rubbed himself against Potter, the warm water and the willing body making it a delight. He was stroking Harry in time with his thrusts.
"Draco," Harry groaned, beginning to thrust up into his hand. He remembered that there would be many nights like this once they got away. He smiled at the thought.
"Yes," Draco said, "mine and no one else's. Come with me." The words were the last push he needed and he was coming against Harry's backside in the water, hand still stoking the other man's cock.
"Yours," Harry gasped, coming a second later, his back arching.
Draco held him through the aftermath of their orgasms, feeling deliciously afloat in the water and sensations.
Harry sighed, his eyes closed as he slowly relaxed against Draco again in the water.
They stayed that way until Draco realised he was falling asleep in the water and Potter was nearly already passed out. "To bed now," he said, sitting up so that Harry had to as well.
"What...we're not in it?" Harry mumbled, trying to get up.
Draco snorted and helped the man up, casting Drying Charms when they stepped out of the tub. He led the sleepy Harry to bed, pulled back the covers and tucked him into the bed. Then Draco climbed in after him.