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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
Chapters:
36
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40,000
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227
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2
Currently Reading:
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Strange Breakfast
Chapter Number/Total: 2/36
Chapter Title: Strange Breakfast
Words: 2601 Words
Harry didn't know if it was a few minutes or an hour; it felt so long, but finally he heard the door open again.
"Hello?" he said the moment the door closed. "Are you there?" He was beginning to hate this guessing game.
The door closed again and Harry could make out the sound of footsteps on carpet and the rattle of a tray set down on a table.
"Fine, don't answer me," he mumbled, sighing. He hated the silence though.
The man huffed, huffed, and sat down on the bed again. Harry harrumphed in return, wishing he could cross his arms over his chest. How could this man be like that after what he just did?
"Could be anyone. How do you know it is me?" the man asked.
"I can just tell," Harry answered quickly.
"If you are so observant," he snorted, "then figure out who I am."
"Oh, you know very well that I can't," Harry replied, scowling. "I can't even see."
"Then it could have been anyone in here with you," the man answered, his hand lying on Harry's chest.
"But it's you, right?" Harry asked. "The one who was here before?"
"Has anyone else sucked your cock today?" The man's voice sounded amused.
Harry's face turned red. "It is you."
"Good." Harry heard the smirk. "We have that cleared up. Are you hungry?"
"Will you let me go so I can eat?" he asked hopefully.
"I can't let you go," he said, "but I can untie you."
"That's better than nothing, I guess," he sighed.
"When I release your arms, bring your wrists together in front of you," the man said.
Harry nodded. "Right."
The ropes released Harry's arms and when he held them in front of himself, rewrapped themselves together. Then he felt the ropes release his legs.
"How am I supposed to eat like this?" he asked, moving his legs to try to get the blood flowing right again.
"You have never had any patience," the man snapped, taking hold of Harry's legs and swinging them off the bed, so that they rested on the ground.
Harry got up the minute his feet touched the floor. He wobbled, and then fell back, having not walked for what felt like days. "Damn," he whispered, kicking his feet out.
The man laughed, obviously having backed up before Harry kicked. "Don't make me tie you back down."
"Shut up," he murmured, getting up again, slower this time. When he didn't fall back, he grinned.
"When you are ready," the man said, "I can put you in a chair at a table and allow you to eat."
"I'm ready now ...."
"If you try anything, I will have to Stupefy you and then you would not get to eat," the man said, approaching Harry.
"What would I try with my arms tied up like this?" he asked, rolling his eyes.
"With you? One never knows." The man chuckled, taking Harry's hand and leading him forward.
"You seem to know a lot about me, then," he said, walking forward.
"Yes, I do." The man laughed. Harry felt a chair press against the back of his legs. "Sit now."
Harry sat down. "What food is it?"
"Porridge, toast and jam," the man answered.
"Untie my arms then, so I can at least use a spoon," he murmured.
"Planning on it," the voice said as ropes bound his legs to the chair and released his hands.
"Thanks, I guess. I still can't see." He sighed, feeling helpless in this entire situation.
He heard the person sit down across from him. "Yes, you can't see," he said, "and I can't remove the spell."
"Because you don't want me to see you," he said sarcastically, blindly reaching out for the food.
"Yes, because everything is about you and me," the man replied equally sarcastically.
"In this case it is," he answered, hand hitting against what seemed like a bowl. "Where's the spoon?"
"Next to the bowl," the man said. He seemed irritated. "Do you want milk or sugar in it?"
"Both." He felt around for the spoon, slowly beginning to get frustrated. "This is so annoying."
"You are a prisoner who has been given a bed to sleep in and food to eat, not to mention a fantastic blow job," the other man scoffed, "and still you complain."
"I can't bloody see!" he exclaimed, knocking something over in the process.
"And I can't bloody well do anything about that!" the man shouted back at him.
"Yes, you can!" he shouted back, finally finding the spoon. He held it tightly before he threw it, making a frustrated noise.
"You are such a spoiled Gryffindor git!" the other man yelled. "Some things never change!"
"So what! You tie me to a bed and put this fucking spell on me! God, you say that I'm a Gryffindor git. I'd say you're nothing but a Slytherin prat!" he yelled, wanting to throw the bowl at him, but not until he could tell exactly where he was.
The other man stood quickly, the chair falling back when he did.
"Gonna tie me back up again?! I'd rather that ...."
"Than what, Harry?" the other man asked quietly.
"Than this. I hate not knowing where I am, who you are, what's going on ... just ...." He grit his teeth, shaking his head.
"You already know who I am," the voice said quietly.
"I don't. I already told you I don't know who you are," he replied, shaking his head.
The man laughed. "Fine, you don't then," he said. "I said I can't take the spell off, not that I won't."
"What ... what do you mean ... I'm not blind, right?" he asked, visibly deflating.
"No, though I have wondered about that over the years." The other man sighed. "The spell was placed there by someone else. Someone who will tear my eyes out, quite literally, I think, if I remove it."
"You're a Slytherin who has known me since I started school," Harry said suddenly.
The other man sighed, reseating himself in the chair.
"And your voice ... I've just been ... trying to figure it out." He sat back in the chair, reaching out for something to eat.
"Now, you get clever? Now?" the other man snorted.
Harry grabbed what he thought was toast and took a bite. "You have this specific accent is all."
"And diction, I would think," his captor added.
"Oh, whatever ...." He continued to nibble his toast, names and faces flying through his mind as he thought hard.
The man stood and put sugar and milk in the porridge, stirring it in. Harry reached out with his free hand, his fingers coming into contact with the man's wrist, and he gripped it quickly before it could pull away. The other man gasped, but didn't pull back. His voice sounded breathless as he said, "What do you want?"
"Come here," Harry whispered, pulling him closer. It was hard to do with his legs tied to the chair, but he did anyway.
The man allowed himself to be pulled to Harry, his breathing speeding up.
Harry reached up and touched his face, his fingers running over the high cheekbones and slightly pointy nose. He bit his lip and ran his fingers over the man's lips and down to his chin. The man trembled as Harry's fingers explored his face. He didn't move and allowed himself to be touched. Harry's fingers travelled down his neck and stopped at the front of his shirt. "I need ... to ..." he mumbled, fingers scrambling to undo the buttons.
The man gasped again. "What are you doing?" he whispered.
Harry didn't answer, unbuttoning each button slowly as he moved down.
A hand came to grip Harry's shoulder and the man continued to tremble. Harry eventually finished unbuttoning the shirt and he paused, breathing in deeply. "I just ... I think ...." He wasn't making any sense, but he needed to touch ... to see.
The hand on Harry's shoulder slid up his neck and into his hair, strong fingers pressing along his scalp.
Harry pressed his hand against the man's chest, his fingers gently passing over his nipples. Then he felt it. He gasped, but didn't pull his hand back. "... Malfoy ..." he said quietly.
"Fuck," the other man said and stepped back quickly, almost pulling Harry's hair in his attempt to untangle his fingers. He had forgotten about the scar. Apparently, Harry hadn't.
Harry winced. Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. And the weird part was, Harry was relieved. Relieved that it was him. He gripped his shirt before he could step back any further. His other hand ran down the scar, remembering the night he had done it.
Draco gasped, stilling again under that touch. "But ..." he stammered.
"I don't care ..." Harry whispered, tilting his head back even though Malfoy's fingers were still tangled in his hair.
Draco seemed to come to a decision, stepping close again and pushing his fingers deeper into the other man's thick hair.
Harry tried to get up, but he couldn't, forgetting that his legs were still tied to the chair. "I ... I've always wanted to say that I was sorry. I didn't know what the spell would do," he muttered, swallowing.
How did Harry do that? Harry was the prisoner here, but Draco felt trapped. Harry's hands on him were hot and Draco looked into his face, trying to see what this was about. Harry was blinded by the spell, but his eyes were as green and open as ever.
"I thought about you all the time after that ... after what happened on the tower," he went on. "I know it wasn't you. I know you were being forced. I know."
Draco was still, listening, but his heart was beating wildly, and with Harry's hand on his chest, that must be obvious. "On the tower?" Draco whispered.
"I was there, under my cloak," he replied softly, feeling Draco's fast heartbeat.
"You ... heard ... you ... saw?" Draco stammered, trembling again. He wanted to run from the room but Harry was still holding onto him and he felt rooted to the spot.
"Yeah, I was," he confirmed, running his fingers down the scar again. He was almost too scared to touch it, but that didn't stop him.
Every time Harry touched the scar his whole body seemed to feel it, and Draco couldn't seem to control his moan this time.
Harry stopped, thinking that it hurt Malfoy. He dropped his hand and looked down, sighing. "I thought about you so much; now that you're right in front of me, it seems surreal."
Draco was disappointed when Harry took his hand away. He sighed and waited to see if he would let go of his shirt. "Why did you touch me like that? Just to find out who I am?"
"I had to make sure it was you. The accent, the name calling ... but it's not only that ...."
"What?" The question was almost a whisper and Draco held his breath for a beat before realising it, letting go with a sigh.
"I became ... somewhat ... obsessed with you. Or that's what Hermione said, but I knew it wasn't that. I fancy you. That's why. I didn't care about if it was a bloke or not. I just kept thinking it was you," he whispered, feeling as if he was giving up so much about himself. He was, though.
"You? Fancy? Me?" Draco asked in words clear and disbelieving.
"I said that, right," Harry mumbled, feeling his face turn red.
"You did say that," Draco answered quietly, his hand still against the back of Harry's head, and he bent, bringing his lips to Harry's again.
Harry was surprised, but he kissed him back, reaching up and slipping his arms around his neck. This was all such a dream to Harry.
Draco opened his mouth, licking at Harry's and his hand tightening in the other man's hair. Harry was kissing him back. Knowing who he was. It didn't seem real, but it did feel fantastic.
Harry's arms tightened as the kiss deepened, his heartbeat speeding up. He still wanted to get up. "Chair," he murmured against his lips.
Draco pulled back, smiling even though Harry couldn't see it. "Does this mean you don't want your porridge?"
"I am hungry, but I kind of threw my spoon at you," he replied, smiling a bit.
"Accio spoon," Draco said, and his breathing still rough, pushed the spoon into Harry's hand.
"Dirty," he whispered, cleaning the spoon on Draco's trousers.
Draco snorted, but didn't say anything.
Harry reached for the bowl again, finding it after a moment. Then he began to eat, actually liking it. He smiled after his second spoonful, beginning to find the situation kind of funny.
Draco pulled up a chair to the table near Harry and watched him, his heart still beating too fast. This was not how he thought this would go. But Harry never did act according to plan, did he?
"Where are you?" Harry asked a few minutes later, licking his lips.
"Here," came the quiet voice beside him.
Harry jumped a bit, head turning at the voice. "Don't scare me like that," he said, holding out his half empty bowl for him to take.
"Done?" Draco asked, taking the bowl.
He nodded, wiping his mouth. "Thank you."
Draco sat looking at the naked man in front of him. It was different, this being able to look his fill and the other man not seeing it.
Harry turned, absentmindedly rubbing at his eye. It was really strange not being able to see what he was doing.
"Do you wish to return to the bed or remain seated for a time?" Draco asked politely.
"Will you tie me down on the bed?" he asked.
"Yes," Draco replied, a slight smirk on his face.
He sighed, thinking about it for a moment. "Okay, I want to go to the bed."
"Hold your hands together again," Draco said, standing with his wand.
Harry grimaced. "Do I have to?" he muttered, holding his hands together again anyway.
"I am ... accountable ... for you," Draco said, recasting the spell.
"Yeah, I figured that out," he replied, waiting for him to undo the other spell.
Draco released the spell and helped Harry to stand, leading him back to the bed.
"Can I stand for a bit?" he asked.
"Why?" Draco asked, suspiciously.
"I've been either sitting or lying down for as long as I've been here. Just a few minutes, please," he answered, biting his lip.
"Don't try anything," Draco said, sighing and sitting down on the bed himself.
"What would I try?" Harry mumbled, closing his eyes with a sigh. He couldn't completely relax with his arms out like that, but he tried, rolling his shoulders.
The ropes disappeared as Draco cast the spell but he kept the wand poised in case. "Stretch if you like," Draco said.
Harry stretched with a groan, feeling his lower back crack. "Ah, thanks," he said, as he continued to roll his shoulders, feeling so much better.
Draco held his breath watching Harry's muscles move as he stretched. He was hard again, watching the naked man in front of him. He swallowed and gritted his teeth.
Harry sighed again, the thought of running going through his head for a moment, but it went away when he remembered the fact that he couldn't see and he had no idea where he was.
Chapter Title: Strange Breakfast
Words: 2601 Words
Harry didn't know if it was a few minutes or an hour; it felt so long, but finally he heard the door open again.
"Hello?" he said the moment the door closed. "Are you there?" He was beginning to hate this guessing game.
The door closed again and Harry could make out the sound of footsteps on carpet and the rattle of a tray set down on a table.
"Fine, don't answer me," he mumbled, sighing. He hated the silence though.
The man huffed, huffed, and sat down on the bed again. Harry harrumphed in return, wishing he could cross his arms over his chest. How could this man be like that after what he just did?
"Could be anyone. How do you know it is me?" the man asked.
"I can just tell," Harry answered quickly.
"If you are so observant," he snorted, "then figure out who I am."
"Oh, you know very well that I can't," Harry replied, scowling. "I can't even see."
"Then it could have been anyone in here with you," the man answered, his hand lying on Harry's chest.
"But it's you, right?" Harry asked. "The one who was here before?"
"Has anyone else sucked your cock today?" The man's voice sounded amused.
Harry's face turned red. "It is you."
"Good." Harry heard the smirk. "We have that cleared up. Are you hungry?"
"Will you let me go so I can eat?" he asked hopefully.
"I can't let you go," he said, "but I can untie you."
"That's better than nothing, I guess," he sighed.
"When I release your arms, bring your wrists together in front of you," the man said.
Harry nodded. "Right."
The ropes released Harry's arms and when he held them in front of himself, rewrapped themselves together. Then he felt the ropes release his legs.
"How am I supposed to eat like this?" he asked, moving his legs to try to get the blood flowing right again.
"You have never had any patience," the man snapped, taking hold of Harry's legs and swinging them off the bed, so that they rested on the ground.
Harry got up the minute his feet touched the floor. He wobbled, and then fell back, having not walked for what felt like days. "Damn," he whispered, kicking his feet out.
The man laughed, obviously having backed up before Harry kicked. "Don't make me tie you back down."
"Shut up," he murmured, getting up again, slower this time. When he didn't fall back, he grinned.
"When you are ready," the man said, "I can put you in a chair at a table and allow you to eat."
"I'm ready now ...."
"If you try anything, I will have to Stupefy you and then you would not get to eat," the man said, approaching Harry.
"What would I try with my arms tied up like this?" he asked, rolling his eyes.
"With you? One never knows." The man chuckled, taking Harry's hand and leading him forward.
"You seem to know a lot about me, then," he said, walking forward.
"Yes, I do." The man laughed. Harry felt a chair press against the back of his legs. "Sit now."
Harry sat down. "What food is it?"
"Porridge, toast and jam," the man answered.
"Untie my arms then, so I can at least use a spoon," he murmured.
"Planning on it," the voice said as ropes bound his legs to the chair and released his hands.
"Thanks, I guess. I still can't see." He sighed, feeling helpless in this entire situation.
He heard the person sit down across from him. "Yes, you can't see," he said, "and I can't remove the spell."
"Because you don't want me to see you," he said sarcastically, blindly reaching out for the food.
"Yes, because everything is about you and me," the man replied equally sarcastically.
"In this case it is," he answered, hand hitting against what seemed like a bowl. "Where's the spoon?"
"Next to the bowl," the man said. He seemed irritated. "Do you want milk or sugar in it?"
"Both." He felt around for the spoon, slowly beginning to get frustrated. "This is so annoying."
"You are a prisoner who has been given a bed to sleep in and food to eat, not to mention a fantastic blow job," the other man scoffed, "and still you complain."
"I can't bloody see!" he exclaimed, knocking something over in the process.
"And I can't bloody well do anything about that!" the man shouted back at him.
"Yes, you can!" he shouted back, finally finding the spoon. He held it tightly before he threw it, making a frustrated noise.
"You are such a spoiled Gryffindor git!" the other man yelled. "Some things never change!"
"So what! You tie me to a bed and put this fucking spell on me! God, you say that I'm a Gryffindor git. I'd say you're nothing but a Slytherin prat!" he yelled, wanting to throw the bowl at him, but not until he could tell exactly where he was.
The other man stood quickly, the chair falling back when he did.
"Gonna tie me back up again?! I'd rather that ...."
"Than what, Harry?" the other man asked quietly.
"Than this. I hate not knowing where I am, who you are, what's going on ... just ...." He grit his teeth, shaking his head.
"You already know who I am," the voice said quietly.
"I don't. I already told you I don't know who you are," he replied, shaking his head.
The man laughed. "Fine, you don't then," he said. "I said I can't take the spell off, not that I won't."
"What ... what do you mean ... I'm not blind, right?" he asked, visibly deflating.
"No, though I have wondered about that over the years." The other man sighed. "The spell was placed there by someone else. Someone who will tear my eyes out, quite literally, I think, if I remove it."
"You're a Slytherin who has known me since I started school," Harry said suddenly.
The other man sighed, reseating himself in the chair.
"And your voice ... I've just been ... trying to figure it out." He sat back in the chair, reaching out for something to eat.
"Now, you get clever? Now?" the other man snorted.
Harry grabbed what he thought was toast and took a bite. "You have this specific accent is all."
"And diction, I would think," his captor added.
"Oh, whatever ...." He continued to nibble his toast, names and faces flying through his mind as he thought hard.
The man stood and put sugar and milk in the porridge, stirring it in. Harry reached out with his free hand, his fingers coming into contact with the man's wrist, and he gripped it quickly before it could pull away. The other man gasped, but didn't pull back. His voice sounded breathless as he said, "What do you want?"
"Come here," Harry whispered, pulling him closer. It was hard to do with his legs tied to the chair, but he did anyway.
The man allowed himself to be pulled to Harry, his breathing speeding up.
Harry reached up and touched his face, his fingers running over the high cheekbones and slightly pointy nose. He bit his lip and ran his fingers over the man's lips and down to his chin. The man trembled as Harry's fingers explored his face. He didn't move and allowed himself to be touched. Harry's fingers travelled down his neck and stopped at the front of his shirt. "I need ... to ..." he mumbled, fingers scrambling to undo the buttons.
The man gasped again. "What are you doing?" he whispered.
Harry didn't answer, unbuttoning each button slowly as he moved down.
A hand came to grip Harry's shoulder and the man continued to tremble. Harry eventually finished unbuttoning the shirt and he paused, breathing in deeply. "I just ... I think ...." He wasn't making any sense, but he needed to touch ... to see.
The hand on Harry's shoulder slid up his neck and into his hair, strong fingers pressing along his scalp.
Harry pressed his hand against the man's chest, his fingers gently passing over his nipples. Then he felt it. He gasped, but didn't pull his hand back. "... Malfoy ..." he said quietly.
"Fuck," the other man said and stepped back quickly, almost pulling Harry's hair in his attempt to untangle his fingers. He had forgotten about the scar. Apparently, Harry hadn't.
Harry winced. Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. And the weird part was, Harry was relieved. Relieved that it was him. He gripped his shirt before he could step back any further. His other hand ran down the scar, remembering the night he had done it.
Draco gasped, stilling again under that touch. "But ..." he stammered.
"I don't care ..." Harry whispered, tilting his head back even though Malfoy's fingers were still tangled in his hair.
Draco seemed to come to a decision, stepping close again and pushing his fingers deeper into the other man's thick hair.
Harry tried to get up, but he couldn't, forgetting that his legs were still tied to the chair. "I ... I've always wanted to say that I was sorry. I didn't know what the spell would do," he muttered, swallowing.
How did Harry do that? Harry was the prisoner here, but Draco felt trapped. Harry's hands on him were hot and Draco looked into his face, trying to see what this was about. Harry was blinded by the spell, but his eyes were as green and open as ever.
"I thought about you all the time after that ... after what happened on the tower," he went on. "I know it wasn't you. I know you were being forced. I know."
Draco was still, listening, but his heart was beating wildly, and with Harry's hand on his chest, that must be obvious. "On the tower?" Draco whispered.
"I was there, under my cloak," he replied softly, feeling Draco's fast heartbeat.
"You ... heard ... you ... saw?" Draco stammered, trembling again. He wanted to run from the room but Harry was still holding onto him and he felt rooted to the spot.
"Yeah, I was," he confirmed, running his fingers down the scar again. He was almost too scared to touch it, but that didn't stop him.
Every time Harry touched the scar his whole body seemed to feel it, and Draco couldn't seem to control his moan this time.
Harry stopped, thinking that it hurt Malfoy. He dropped his hand and looked down, sighing. "I thought about you so much; now that you're right in front of me, it seems surreal."
Draco was disappointed when Harry took his hand away. He sighed and waited to see if he would let go of his shirt. "Why did you touch me like that? Just to find out who I am?"
"I had to make sure it was you. The accent, the name calling ... but it's not only that ...."
"What?" The question was almost a whisper and Draco held his breath for a beat before realising it, letting go with a sigh.
"I became ... somewhat ... obsessed with you. Or that's what Hermione said, but I knew it wasn't that. I fancy you. That's why. I didn't care about if it was a bloke or not. I just kept thinking it was you," he whispered, feeling as if he was giving up so much about himself. He was, though.
"You? Fancy? Me?" Draco asked in words clear and disbelieving.
"I said that, right," Harry mumbled, feeling his face turn red.
"You did say that," Draco answered quietly, his hand still against the back of Harry's head, and he bent, bringing his lips to Harry's again.
Harry was surprised, but he kissed him back, reaching up and slipping his arms around his neck. This was all such a dream to Harry.
Draco opened his mouth, licking at Harry's and his hand tightening in the other man's hair. Harry was kissing him back. Knowing who he was. It didn't seem real, but it did feel fantastic.
Harry's arms tightened as the kiss deepened, his heartbeat speeding up. He still wanted to get up. "Chair," he murmured against his lips.
Draco pulled back, smiling even though Harry couldn't see it. "Does this mean you don't want your porridge?"
"I am hungry, but I kind of threw my spoon at you," he replied, smiling a bit.
"Accio spoon," Draco said, and his breathing still rough, pushed the spoon into Harry's hand.
"Dirty," he whispered, cleaning the spoon on Draco's trousers.
Draco snorted, but didn't say anything.
Harry reached for the bowl again, finding it after a moment. Then he began to eat, actually liking it. He smiled after his second spoonful, beginning to find the situation kind of funny.
Draco pulled up a chair to the table near Harry and watched him, his heart still beating too fast. This was not how he thought this would go. But Harry never did act according to plan, did he?
"Where are you?" Harry asked a few minutes later, licking his lips.
"Here," came the quiet voice beside him.
Harry jumped a bit, head turning at the voice. "Don't scare me like that," he said, holding out his half empty bowl for him to take.
"Done?" Draco asked, taking the bowl.
He nodded, wiping his mouth. "Thank you."
Draco sat looking at the naked man in front of him. It was different, this being able to look his fill and the other man not seeing it.
Harry turned, absentmindedly rubbing at his eye. It was really strange not being able to see what he was doing.
"Do you wish to return to the bed or remain seated for a time?" Draco asked politely.
"Will you tie me down on the bed?" he asked.
"Yes," Draco replied, a slight smirk on his face.
He sighed, thinking about it for a moment. "Okay, I want to go to the bed."
"Hold your hands together again," Draco said, standing with his wand.
Harry grimaced. "Do I have to?" he muttered, holding his hands together again anyway.
"I am ... accountable ... for you," Draco said, recasting the spell.
"Yeah, I figured that out," he replied, waiting for him to undo the other spell.
Draco released the spell and helped Harry to stand, leading him back to the bed.
"Can I stand for a bit?" he asked.
"Why?" Draco asked, suspiciously.
"I've been either sitting or lying down for as long as I've been here. Just a few minutes, please," he answered, biting his lip.
"Don't try anything," Draco said, sighing and sitting down on the bed himself.
"What would I try?" Harry mumbled, closing his eyes with a sigh. He couldn't completely relax with his arms out like that, but he tried, rolling his shoulders.
The ropes disappeared as Draco cast the spell but he kept the wand poised in case. "Stretch if you like," Draco said.
Harry stretched with a groan, feeling his lower back crack. "Ah, thanks," he said, as he continued to roll his shoulders, feeling so much better.
Draco held his breath watching Harry's muscles move as he stretched. He was hard again, watching the naked man in front of him. He swallowed and gritted his teeth.
Harry sighed again, the thought of running going through his head for a moment, but it went away when he remembered the fact that he couldn't see and he had no idea where he was.