To Give Everything

Draco tried to be patient, to step back and wait. If Potter wanted him, he would have to ask for it, to come to Draco. The wait felt like forever as the days crawled by. All the remaining eighth years had classes together, so he saw more of Potter than he ever had before. He tried to affect an attitude of boredom, to not be too obvious about watching Potter.

Draco had always watched Potter. It was second nature to him now. And he listened to what other students said about him. He had heard that the Weasley girl had dumped him, for Longbottom of all people. But Potter didn't look any more affected by that than anything else around him. He looked ... dazed.

It had been a week now, or would be that night. Draco was frustrated and decided to go work off some of it after finishing his breakfast and, while most students were heading outside to enjoy the Saturday, he headed into the dungeon.

Harry got up soon after Malfoy did, trying not to make it obvious as he walked out of the hall a good bit behind him. He decided that he'd talk to him today and tell him what he wanted, even as nervous as he was about the idea. He followed Malfoy down into the dungeons, making sure to keep his steps light and to stay back a good distance.

Draco heard footsteps behind him and his heart sped up, not sure if he was afraid or excited. He turned a corner in the maze-like dungeon and ducked into an alcove, letting whoever was following him pass.

Harry followed, stopping when he didn't see where Malfoy had gone. He silently cursed and continued to walk slowly forward, hoping he was going in the right direction. For a moment he thought to call out his name, but decided against it.

Draco stepped quietly out behind Potter and leaned against the wall, trying to look amused. "Looking for someone?"

Harry spun around quickly, feeling as though his heart had jumped into his throat. He shook his head when he saw that it was just Malfoy, but his heart didn't calm down. "Yes, you actually," he said a little nervously.

Draco was thrilled, almost lightheaded with excitement. He controlled his reaction though, arching an eyebrow and waiting for Potter to say it.

"I was wondering if that offer still stands," Harry continued, forcing himself not to look away or fidget where he stood.

Click, Draco thought, letting the man sweat for another minute before allowing himself a slow, wicked looking smile. He pushed off the wall and sauntered slowly toward Potter.

Harry swallowed and found himself stepping back again, staring up at Malfoy. "Because I ... I've been thinking about it ...." he mumbled.

"Yes?" Draco asked, letting the single word roll on his tongue. He kept advancing, not touching but definitely invading Potter's personal space as he backed the man into the wall.

"You said you wanted everything," Harry said, his back pressed against the wall now. "What ... what did you mean by that? I mean. Everything is a lot, Malfoy."

Draco nodded, smile still there as he contemplated his answer. "Everything you have, complete control over you," he said, voice low and calmer than he felt.

"Why? I just don't get why you picked me," Harry said. "Does it look like I need that or something?"

Draco considered whether or not to tell him the truth. "You need something," he said. "And I want you."

"Didn't know I needed this," Harry whispered, looking down.

"Tell me what you need," Draco insisted, reaching a hand up to grasp Potter's chin in his fingers and lift his head, forcing the other man to look him in the eyes. He liked the submissive look but he wanted to see what Potter felt.

"I need ... I need someone else to take over for a while," Harry started to say, looking up into Malfoy's eyes. "I just ... I'm so tired of this and, I can't believe I'm coming to you for this, but ... if you could help me, I'd like that."

"I'm not a Healer and I won't be doing this to help you," Draco said, eyes narrowing. "This will be about my pleasure. You won't argue or resist, but do whatever I say for as long as we agree."

"Are you doing this for revenge?" Harry asked before he agreed to anything.

Draco actually had to think about that one for a minute. "There might be some of that in there," he admitted, "but it isn't my primary interest."

Harry nodded. "And you won't do anything I don't want you to do?" he asked.

Draco cocked his head, still not releasing Potter's face. "I can't say that. I want to push you to do things you wouldn’t think of," he answered. "If you have limits, I want to test them."

Harry had to admit that a bit of fear spiked inside of him when he heard that. He was still wary, but he felt like he couldn't possibly pass this up now. "Okay," he said finally, taking a deep breath. "Don't mark me permanently or anything like that. Not where people can see."

Draco's mind flashed to all the ways he would like to mark Potter. They aroused him so fast it surprised even him. "Not without your consent," he added, just in case. He also realised he needed to brew some Healing Potions if he wanted to be able to do what he liked to Potter. "I need three things from you," he said.

"What?" Harry asked, reaching to pull Malfoy's fingers off of his chin.

Draco didn't let go, wanting to maintain control. "First, this is between you and me. No one else is to know."

Harry nodded, not planning on telling anyone else anyway. They would probably think he lost his mind.

"Second, you submit to me to the best of your abilities. Not just when we are together, but in everything I demand of you. You keep no secrets from me," Draco insisted.

Harry wasn't too sure about that, there was just so much he kept to himself and he wasn't sure if he was ready to tell Malfoy everything. But maybe he would be eventually. He nodded again.

"Say, 'Yes, Sir,'" Draco prompted.

"...Yes, Sir," Harry mumbled, making a slight face.

Draco smiled at that, the words sending another thrill through him. "Third, you be completely open about what hurts and what pleases you. About what you have and haven't done before. Everything."

Harry could feel his cheeks reddening, but he nodded again. "Er, yes, Sir ...."

"We begin now. Follow me," Draco said, releasing Potter's face and striding down the corridor. He wanted to take the man to The Room, but decided it would be too much this first time. Instead, he led them to what used to be Snape's office. Draco knew the Pass Spell that would get him inside.

Harry followed Malfoy, still wondering if this was the best decision for him. For all he knew Malfoy would change his mind and do something completely different. He had no reason to really trust him. Harry was confused when he recognised Snape's office, but didn't say anything, wondering what Malfoy was planning.

Draco drew his wand and unlocked the door, pushing it open and gesturing for Potter to go inside.

Harry stepped inside first, briefly wondering why it was so easy to go into what used to be Snape's office.

Draco closed and relocked the door, flicking his wand to light the candles. "No one else comes in here now," he said.

Harry nodded and looked around the room, trying not to think that Snape used to work in this very place. Trying to push away the memories of the man and his death.

Draco leaned against the door; arms crossed against his chest, and watched Potter. He was so overwhelmed with the possibilities of what he could do to and with him that he almost didn't know where to begin. Something basic, he thought. "Strip off," he ordered.

Harry glanced at him then, looking even more nervous. "Everything?"

Draco arched a pale eyebrow again. "Of course," he drawled.

Harry swallowed and thought about ending this now, but he didn't want Malfoy to think he was weak. It was only undressing. He turned away from the other man and then started to undress, pulling his shirt off and then his trousers.

Harry Potter was stripping, naked, for him. That in itself was hot. Power in a new and exciting form. Draco smiled, his free hand now idly rubbing the front of his trousers where his arousal swelled the front of his robe.

Harry slowly turned around when he was done, feeling the urge to cover himself with his hands, but forcing himself not to. He was sure his face was completely red.

Draco let his eyes wander slowly down, taking in the sight and delighting in Potter's embarrassment.

Harry's hands clenched into fists at his sides, thinking that it was not necessary for Malfoy to stare at him for so long. "There's nothing amazing," he said, scowling.

"Turn around, so I can see the back," Draco ordered.

Harry gritted his teeth and turned around, trying to think if he would be able to just do as Malfoy said without saying anything back.

"Bend over the desk," Draco said, loving the look of those long lean legs and that tight looking arse.

Harry glanced over his shoulder to say that he wasn't ready for that, but again, he stopped himself and just did it, moving closer to the desk and bending himself over it.

Potter, arse up. Draco grinned at the sight. At the way the man’s skin pimpled in goose flesh either from the cold in the room or his embarrassment. Maybe both. "Spread your legs," he said.

"I'm not ready for this," Harry mumbled as he slowly spread his legs, just a little.

"We have barely begun," Draco told him, stepping up behind him and just looking. "Use your hands and spread the cheeks."

Harry made an uncomfortable noise, but reached back, using both of his hands to spread his arse. He felt so embarrassed.

Draco licked his lips, delighting in the sight of that slightly darker skin and the small pink puckered hole, below it the soft furred sac of Potter's balls and his not yet aroused cock nestled with them. Draco’s own cock pulsed as if to try to free itself from the confines of his robes.

"How long do I have to do this for?" Harry asked after a moment, biting down on his lip.

"Depends on what I decide to do to you," Draco said, voice near a whisper. "When you wank, what do you think of?"

The question seemed to come out of nowhere. Harry wasn't sure of how to answer at first, shaking his head and blushing harder.

"Answer me," Draco snapped.

"Uh, someone else ... touching me like that," Harry answered quietly in reply, pressing his forehead against the desk.

"Who? And how do they touch you?" Draco insisted.

"Like I do to myself. I don't really focus on anyone anymore ..." Harry mumbled.

Draco was grateful that Snape had kept his desk clean and uncluttered. He picked up the few items left on it – a quill and ink, some parchment and a couple books – and moved them to a side table. "Lie on your back on the desk," he told Potter.

Harry pushed himself up and slowly turned over, lifting himself up and onto the desk.

It looked, to Draco, more like an offering on an altar than a man on a desk. He smiled. "Touch yourself, show me how you do it."

"What?" Harry only ever did that in his bed when everyone else was asleep. And even then he always put up a Silencing Charm.

"Do it," Draco said, rubbing himself again. "Just like you would if you were alone in your bed."

Harry didn't think he could blush any harder. He took a deep breath and reached down to wrap a hand around his cock, closing his eyes so that he could start stroking himself.

Draco watched, mouth watering as Harry's fingers worked the flesh of his foreskin, fascinated as it hardened, growing. "Do you touch your balls? Your arse? Your nipples?" he asked, voice breathy with his arousal.

Harry groaned softly, still holding back even as his hand moved. He did usually move down to touch more than just his cock, but he was feeling self conscious, being on display like this.

"Show me, do it all," Draco insisted, squeezing himself through his robes, running his fingers along the line of his own shaft.

Harry shook his head slightly and bit down on his lip harder, his other hand moving down to touch his balls at the same time.

"Yes, that's it," Draco encouraged, watching as the crown of Potter's cock – glistening, red – poked out from the foreskin now.

Harry was breathing harder, his hips beginning to move and thrust up into his hand at the same time. With his eyes closed it was easy to forget that Malfoy was even there, until he said something. But luckily he managed to get past that, pulling his foreskin down completely so he could use his thumb to rub at the head.

"Yes, that's good," Draco gasped, licking his lips again. "Do you think about a hand? Or a mouth? Do you imagine fucking?"

"A hand," Harry moaned softly, since that was all he really had felt before.

"Did she touch it?" Draco asked.

"No," Harry mumbled, really not wanting to talk about Ginny right now.

"Has anyone else?" Draco asked.

"No," Harry answered again, his hand slowing down until he stopped.

Draco moved so close he was right above him, legs against the side of the desk. "Don't stop yet," he insisted.

"I'm going to ... you know," Harry said, beginning to move his hand again.

"Stop then," Draco agreed. "Look at me."

Harry stopped again, blinking open his eyes to look up at Malfoy.

"You did the right thing there. Never come without my permission," Draco explained.

Harry nodded, even though he had stopped because he didn't want to come in front of Malfoy.

"From now on, you don't come unless you are with me, unless I tell you to," Draco continued. "You don't wank by yourself now."

"Why not?" Harry asked quietly.

"Because that is what I want. Because you agreed to submit to me, to give me control over you," Draco snapped.

"I was just asking," Harry said, rolling his eyes. He didn't think Malfoy needed to snap like that.

"You don't come until you've earned it," Draco continued, frowning at Potter's response.

"Fine," Harry said, shifting a little on top of the desk.

Draco nodded, waiting for Potter to realise that he was now aroused but wouldn't be allowed to come.

Harry realised it in the next moment and he looked up at Malfoy again. "How do I earn it then?" he asked.

"Do you want to earn it?" Draco asked, eyes flickering down to where he cupped the bulge in his robes.

"Yeah ...." Harry answered hesitantly, noticing what Malfoy was doing, but trying not to pay attention to it.

Draco let his eyes travel over that naked body, smiling at Potter's red and leaking prick. "I don't think you are eager enough," he drawled.

"How can I show that I'm eager?" Harry asked, thinking that he did look excited if the straining of his cock meant anything.

Draco moved his hands away from his own cock. "Touch it," he said, gesturing.

Harry looked down at the bulge in front of his trousers and then back up at Malfoy's face. "I've never ...."

The blond smirked down at him. "I know."

Harry sighed and reached out to hesitantly touch the bulge, chewing on his lip again.

The touch was so soft that Draco wouldn't have thought he could feel it. He did. His cock twitched in response and he took a sharp breath, waiting.

Harry glanced up when he heard the gasp, his hand pressing down a little more. It was almost as if he had a little bit of the control back.

Draco couldn't have looked away if he wanted to. "Open the robe," he whispered.

Harry sat up a little more and reached to open his robes, but didn't do anything else, waiting.

"Go ahead," Draco whispered, almost holding his breath. "Take it out."

Harry swallowed again and slowly unbuttoned Malfoy's trousers, taking a deep breath and reaching into them to pull out the warm hard flesh.

Draco couldn't prevent the tremble in his body when Potter's hand touched him. "Yes, more."

"More?" Harry asked, his fingers wrapping around Malfoy’s shaft. He couldn't believe he was doing this. It felt like things were going so fast, but then at the same time, he felt that they were … right.

Draco shifted his trousers and shorts a bit lower, letting them fall down his slim thighs. "Use your mouth," he told Potter, reaching to lift his balls in his own hand, rolling them.

And now things really seemed to be going too fast. His mouth? Down there? "I'll just use my hand," Harry said, beginning to stroke Malfoy as he spoke.

Draco reached with his other hand, taking a handful of Potter's hair and yanking it so that the other man was forced to look up at him. "You will do as you are told," he hissed.

Harry yelped softly, staring up at him with wide eyes. The grip in his hair was painful, but he nodded the best he could, wanting him to let go.

"Say it," Draco insisted.

For a moment Harry wasn't sure of what Malfoy wanted him to say. "Uh ... oh, yes, Sir," he said quickly when he realised what the other man was waiting for.

Draco eased the pull on that dark hair, but didn't remove his hand, finding he liked the thick soft feel of it under his fingers.

Harry looked back down at the cock in his hand, not sure of what to do exactly. Well, he knew what he was supposed to do, but he didn't know how or where to begin. He decided that beginning at the most sensitive area, the head, would be a good start. He leaned down and started to lick around it, hoping this was okay.

"Yessss," Draco hissed, fingers tightening again but not because he was trying to control. He felt his cock pulse, pre-come dripping from it.

Harry watched the drop form at the tip and he leaned in to catch it on his tongue, mainly out of curiosity. It tasted similar to his, and that was oddly comforting, because somehow it didn't make Malfoy seem as horrible as he thought.

It was absolutely amazing seeing Potter's tongue do that, tasting him. "Suck it."

Harry had planned on working up to that, but it was obvious that he wasn't going to have time. After a long moment of hesitation he wrapped his lips around the head and sucked, his eyes falling shut.

"Ohh, yesss, suck me, that's good," Draco said, voice deep and eyes half closing in pleasure. He had been way too long without this.

Harry opened his eyes again to look up at Malfoy as he sucked, just fine with the amount he had in his mouth. He felt almost proud to be making the other man look like that, like Malfoy was losing control of the situation himself.

Draco couldn't believe he was getting this. Harry Potter was naked, lips around his cock, sucking and licking him. Draco shuddered, fingers sliding along the back of the man’s skull, feeling the thick hair running through his fingers. "Yes, suck my cock, lick it, touch my balls," he directed.

Harry started to swirl his tongue around as he sucked, his other hand moving down to fondle Malfoy's balls.

Draco moaned, shuddering as he tried to hold back, to make it last longer. He could feel his balls tighten and his body gathering itself.

Harry sucked harder, his other hand sliding around Malfoy's hip. He was beginning to like this.

Draco thrust a little further in, fingers wrapped in Potter's hair as he came.

Harry knew it would happen, but for some reason, he wasn't expecting it. The warm liquid filled his mouth and he didn't swallow any of it, not sure of what to do with it.

Draco was still shuddering and gasping, letting himself soften in the other man’s mouth.

Harry waited for Malfoy to pull back, hoping he didn't take too long.

Draco arched an eyebrow. "You can stop now," he said, amused.

Harry pulled back then, flushing red and still holding the liquid in his mouth.

"It's still in your mouth?" Draco asked, laughing now.

Harry felt like spitting it out at him for laughing, but he figured that wouldn't go over too well. He was trying to make Malfoy happy so that he'd be allowed to come. He looked down and forced himself to swallow.

Draco was still chuckling, enjoy the funny face Potter made when he swallowed and his obvious discomfort. He also noted the man was still aroused.

"Can I come now?" Harry asked when he could, glancing back up at him.

"Lie back on the desk again," Draco told him, pulling up his own trousers.

Harry lay back with a small impatient sigh.

"Spread your legs and bend your knees," Draco ordered.

"A 'please' would be nice," Harry mumbled to himself, spreading his legs and bending his knees for him.

Draco scowled. "The correct answer was 'yes, Sir,'" he snapped. "Now you've lost your chance."

Harry sighed again, running a hand down over his face. This was definitely going to take some getting used to. "I'm sorry. I'm just a little frustrated and my mouth tastes funny ...."

"You chose this, Potter," Draco growled, annoyed. "Do it right or don't waste my time. Up, and bend over the desk again."

Harry scowled, but stood up again, turning around so that he was facing the desk to bend over it.

Draco pulled up his own trousers and refastened them, but slid the belt out of the loops and bent it in half, holding it near the buckle end. "You disobey and I will punish you. Do you understand?"

Now punishment didn't sound like something Harry wanted. He nodded, though, looking back over his shoulder at Malfoy. "Yes," he answered.

"Yes?" Draco sneered. He drew back his arm and brought the belt down across Harry's arse cheeks.

Harry yelped, his body jerking with the hit. It stung more than anything else. "Yes, Sir," he quickly said, adding the title.

"Spread your legs more," Draco ordered, staring at the red mark he had just left on the other man’s arse. This was the first time he had ever had the opportunity to do this to a person and it was very exciting.

Harry spread his legs wider, feeling much more tense.

"When I give you an order, you respond correctly," Draco snarled and struck Potter again, the leather hitting slightly lower on his arse. And Draco was hard again as fast as that red mark was appearing. He noticed Potter's erection hadn't wilted either.

Harry nodded, his teeth gritting together as he cried out again. He couldn't even prepare himself for the hits because he couldn't see when they were coming. "Yes, Sir," he remembered to say, shifting around.

Two wide red stripes decorated Potter's arse and Draco shivered at the pleasure that hitting the man and hearing his words gave him. He reached a hand out, fingers running along the raised red flesh, feeling warmth from the blood rushing to the damaged skin.

Harry hissed softly, thinking that it was over now. He rested his forehead on the desk and took a deep breath.

Draco stepped up closer, squeezing that round marked flesh. "Your arse looks good this way, Potter."

"Oww," Harry yelped, shaking his head.

Draco slid his hand down between Potter's legs, stroking over his sac and cupping his cock. Draco would have used the belt even if it hadn't aroused the other man, but he found it incredibly exciting that it did.

Harry was surprised that he was still hard as well, his back arching slightly when Malfoy touched him there.

Draco chuckled, his fingers curling around Potter's shaft, and he lightly tapped those red welts with the belt.

"No more," Harry moaned, wanting only the pleasure now.

Draco didn't hit him again, only lightly running the leather along the marks as he stroked Potter's cock.

For some reason it felt as though Malfoy was soothing the marks that were left behind with the belt, and it was beginning to feel good along with the stroking. Harry moaned again, louder.

"I'm not going to heal these," Draco said, fingers working up and down the man’s shaft. "I want you to feel my marks on you whenever you sit down, whenever you move, every twinge making you think of me."

Harry could only gasp, his hips moving to thrust into Malfoy's hand. He thought that at this rate, he would remember every single detail of what was happened. "Close ...."

"Beg for it," Draco gasped, dropping the belt and shoving his hand back into his trousers. He pulled his own cock out and rubbed the head against the lower welt.

"Can I come please?" Harry began to beg; tensing up a little because he wanted to hold back and because he could feel what that was rubbing on him.

Draco rubbed the head of his prick back and forth over that sore flesh, stroking himself and Potter as he did. "Yes, fucking come," he gasped.

Harry thrust two more times into Malfoy’s hand and then he was coming with another loud moan, his body shaking with the intensity of it.

Draco felt the warm spunk coating his hand and rubbed his own cock harder against Potter's arse. After a minute, he released the man’s cock and brought that hand up, coating his own prick in Potter's slick fluid and working his hand faster on his own flesh. "Yessss!" he hissed, his own release pumping out and splashing on the man’s arse.

Harry was panting, his cheek pressed against the desk when he felt Malfoy coming on him. It was as if he were being marked by him, both the belt marks and now this signifying who was in control in this situation. He sighed, finding that he didn't mind at all. Maybe more than that.

Draco didn't think he had ever come so hard. He swayed there, panting. After a minute, he drew his wand and cast a Cleaning Charm on himself, but not Potter, and began refastening his trousers.

Harry stayed where he was instead of pushing himself up, having caught his breath, but thinking that he should wait for Malfoy to say something. He must've been starting to get the hang of whatever this was.

"Pick up my belt," Draco said.

Harry slowly pushed himself up and turned around, trying to ignore the ache in his arse as he bent over to pick up the belt.

The sight of Potter's naked, red striped arse coated in his own come was amazing to Draco. He thought it exciting enough that he realised he could have gone again. Best to leave more for later, he thought. "Respond when I give you an order," he snapped.

"Yes, Sir," Harry answered, feeling stupid for forgetting that again. He held the belt out for him to take.

"Kiss it," Draco said, smirking.

Harry gave him a strange look when he said that. It was just a belt. "Yes, Sir," he whispered before he kissed it, once.

"From now on, if I let you handle something of mine, especially something I strike you with, you will kiss it before you hand it to me or when you take it from my hand. Understood?"

That was going to be something that he'd have to force himself to remember. "Yes, Sir." Harry answered.

Draco took the belt and began sliding it through the loops. "On your knees while I give you orders for when you leave here."

"Yes, Sir." Harry got down on his knees, feeling oddly calm about the situation. It was weird, doing these things for Malfoy, but he was liking it. He liked just following for once. And, he realised, he liked the sexual part.

Draco smiled. "So when you leave here, you remember the rules. Tell no one. No wanking or pleasuring yourself. I want you back here tomorrow night. Make sure you have scrubbed yourself very clean first. Do you have any questions?"

"Uhm, no, Sir," Harry replied with a small nod. He was going to ask how to get there exactly, but he figured he could always use the Marauders’ Map.

"Good," Draco said, very pleased with their first session. "Get dressed."

"Yes, Sir," Harry said and stood up, realising how sticky he was then. "Can I use a Cleaning Charm?"

"Yes, you may," Draco said, pleased that Potter asked first.

"Thanks," Harry said, heading over to his pile of clothes and going through it to find his wand. He mumbled a quick Cleaning Charm when he did and then started to get dressed, wincing a few times when he had to pull his underwear and trousers over his sore arse.

Draco leaned against the door, waiting and watching. He loved every wince. He knew he would be watching Potter at dinner, looking to see it again and that it would remind him that Potter was his now.

Harry stood up straight in front of Malfoy when he was finished, not sure of what to do now. Malfoy was leaning against the door, so he guessed he'd have to wait for the blond to move first.

Draco stood and reached out to cup the other man’s chin, thumb caressing his lips. The lips that were still reddened from sucking him off. He liked that. So he leaned forward and gently kissed them.

Harry instantly blushed and slowly closed his eyes, leaning up into the kiss after a moment.

Draco was tempted to do more but pulled back, smiling at the way Potter leaned in, wanting more. "Tomorrow," he said and moved out of the way for Potter to leave.

"Yes, Sir," Harry said, moving to leave. But then he stopped, glancing back at Malfoy. "I have a quick question."

The blond arched an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"How do I act around you when we're not here?" Harry asked, thinking about what Ron would think if he suddenly seemed all submissive and compliant around Malfoy. Not that there had been any kind of fights between him and Malfoy since the beginning of this school year, but who knew.

"Same as you have since we got back. We avoid each other," Draco answered. "If we have to interact, make it look like it would if we weren't doing this."

"Alright. So I won't get punished if I say something bad to you or anything?" Harry asked.

"I didn't say that," Draco smirked. "But you still have to act natural."

Harry nodded again, glancing at the door. "Okay, well, uhm. Bye, Malfoy. Er, Sir."

Draco watched him go, closing the door behind him. He sat down on the edge of the desk, fingers idly sliding in a pool of spunk left behind from when Potter had come. This was what he had needed, what he had been looking for, he thought. Potter had taken the strap well. He wondered how soon he could take him to The Room.

Harry walked a little slowly towards the staircase that would take him to the Gryffindor Tower, but there was a small smile on his face the entire way there. His arse stung with every step, but he felt ... good. In fact, he felt better than good. He would've never guessed that doing something like that with Malfoy would be the cause of his happiness.