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No Choice
Chapter Number/Total: 21/37
Chapter Title: No Choice
Words: 2886 Words
Draco was breathing hard and tears were still running down his cheeks. He knew that Harry had heard him say he loved him. The quill had snapped when he fell forward. Draco was still pressed down on the floor, the broken quill digging into his skin. He breathed deep and whispered, "Harry?"
Harry couldn't manage an answer, just a very thick, "Mmm?"
"Can we move?" Draco asked softly.
Harry, once again, didn't say anything. He didn't know why, but he was afraid to let Draco go. He moved up, still grasping Draco around the middle and pulling him with him. He didn't want Draco to see his face.
Draco dropped the quill and parchment and reached his hands for Harry, turning in his arms to face him.
Harry immediately buried his face in Draco's neck, still holding him. A few tears had fallen now. He hadn't realised how strongly Draco's words would affect him. He hadn't realised how badly he'd wanted to hear them, and how afraid he'd been that he might never.
Draco's arms came around Harry, one hand cradling his head and the other around his shoulders. "Harry?" he asked again. "Is something wrong?"
Harry shook his head. God, why did he have to be such a weepy prat? He knew Draco wouldn't buy it though, as he still didn't bring his face out of hiding.
Draco took a gentle but firm grip of Harry's hair and, with the other hand, reached for his chin, pulling himself back at the same time so he could look at Harry's face. "Tell me," he pleaded.
Harry closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to look Draco in the face. "I -- you've never -- said that before," he just barely managed to choke out.
Draco sighed. "I ... didn't mean to upset you." He looked down. He hadn't expected Harry to react this badly and now he was nervous.
Harry couldn't hold back anymore. He threw his arms around Draco's shoulders and hugged him as tightly as he could. "God, I love you," he sobbed. "I love you so much."
Startled, Draco let go of Harry but then returned the embrace. "I love you, Harry," he managed, rubbing soothing circles on Harry's back, the feel of his tears on his skin a comfort. They always seemed to be bathed in each other. He smirked.
Harry sobbed even harder at hearing the words again. He pulled back quickly. "Do you?" he asked, heart racing. He didn't know why it was so hard to believe.
Draco's eyes widened at the question. "If you doubt me, order me to tell you the truth," he said, a bit defensive at being asked.
Harry closed his eyes and pulled Draco to him again. That was the only answer he needed. "No," he whispered, breathing in the smell of Draco's skin.
Draco relaxed, allowing himself to be drawn in again and held. He closed his eyes for a moment, replaying what he had seen and felt in the memory, and what they had just done. They had the parchment now, but he was pretty sure he could recite every word of the binding promise if needed.
Harry held Draco for a few more minutes before pulling back slightly and kissing him gently, resting their foreheads together. "I love you," he whispered one last time.
"I love you," Draco returned, without hesitation this time. "Foolish Gryffindor," he added, smirking.
Harry smiled. "Stuck-up Slytherin," he said, pecking Draco on the lips.
Draco nodded and then pulled back, looking around for the parchment he had dropped. He picked it up and grimaced. The early part of the parchment was in his very neat script, but the later parts were increasingly messy, even if still readable. He handed it to his lover.
Harry took it and looked down at it. He smiled with a raised eyebrow. "Got a bit shaky there?" he asked before he began to skim it.
Draco smiled and then sat back on the carpet. At least Dumbledore had a rug. He rubbed the red patches on his knees and grimaced at the sight of the more serious rug burn on the tops of his toes.
Harry continued to read, his eyes widening as he got closer to the end. "Bloody hell, I have a dirty mouth," he said. "Perhaps I should cut back on the swearing."
Draco laughed happily. "I find it quite undoes me. Saint Potter of the Dirty Words." He looked around for his clothes and pulled his wand. He wiggled his bloody toes and then did a simple Healing Charm on them.
Harry laughed too. "So what parts of this mean something?" he asked, looking up at Draco. "I mean, I get the parts where I say you're mine and that I ... own you, but is there anything else? What's with the whole you needing me to shag you thing?"
Draco nodded, taking a deep breath. "I need to study this and those books you brought me to be sure." He did a Cleaning Spell for each of them and reached for his clothes. "I don't want to show this to anyone yet." He pointed at the mist in the Pensieve. "And we need to destroy the record of it."
Harry nodded, getting to his feet. "I think I'll just put it back," he said, reaching for his clothes as well.
Draco took the parchment, rolling it up and tucking it in one of his robe pockets while he finished getting dressed.
Once he was clothed again, Harry stood before the Pensieve. He prodded at the swirling mist until it clung to his wand tip. Picking it up carefully, he put it back safe inside his head. "Well, that's done," he said, looking up at Draco again.
"Let's put that back too," Draco said, gesturing to the Pensieve and holding the curtain for Harry.
Harry picked the basin up and carried it out to the main room, setting it back on Dumbledore's desk. "Should I send Fawkes for him now?" he asked.
"I suppose," Draco said, regarding the bird critically and glancing at the 'sleeping' portraits.
Harry turned to the phoenix, unsure of how exactly he was supposed to tell it to get Dumbledore. "Erm, go get Dumbledore please?" he asked, shrugging. Fawkes disappeared suddenly in a flash of flame and reappeared seconds later. Harry raised his eyebrows. "Did it work?" he asked Draco.
Draco shrugged and looked anxiously around for the reappearance of Dumbledore. He took a deep breath, preparing to have to deal with the man. He felt emotionally raw and didn't know if he could trust himself to hold against him if pushed.
They waited a few minutes, ten or so, before they heard footsteps and Dumbledore entered into the room. "Ah," he said. "Did all go well?"
"Yes, sir," said Harry, nodding and blushing.
Draco nodded, gritting his teeth a bit to control himself when Harry blushed, but not trusting himself to speak.
"Very good," Dumbledore said, smiling.
Harry glanced at Draco very quickly. "Erm, we were just wondering ... if maybe we could just have time to, er -- look things over ourselves before we show anyone else what happened."
Dumbledore frowned a bit. "That would be all right," he said understandably. "Although you may need to look it over quickly. I'm not sure how long I'll be able to allow you both to sleep in the same room."
Draco's eyes narrowed, and he scowled in response. "By wizarding law, you may not have a choice," he answered coldly.
Dumbledore's eyes sparkled behind his glasses. "Please, Draco," he said courteously, "tell me what you know."
Draco crossed his arms over his chest, pressing the parchment in his pocket to his heart in the process. "During the Triwizard Tournament, Potter's name was entered against the rules. Even though he was underage, because of the magically binding contract, you had to let him compete. This is the same type of contract. Whether you consider us of age or not, school rules or not, we have entered into a magically binding contract that makes me both his property and his ... sexual partner. Our law supports the right of him to have me whenever and wherever he likes."
Harry's eyes widened as he looked at Draco.
Dumbledore's eyes continued to sparkle. "That is correct," he said calmly. "That is if Harry wishes for that to be the case. Harry?"
Harry's eyes flashed to Draco again. "Erm, yeah. I'd want it like that," he said, not quite meeting Dumbledore's eyes. He didn't know why, but the old man's stare made him feel guilty.
Dumbledore sighed quietly, but his eyes were still sparkling strangely. "Then that is that. I'm sure you will still explain the promise to Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall and myself when you are ready? It is still best to ensure your safety."
"As Harry wishes," Draco said, nodding to Harry rather than Dumbledore.
Harry wasn't quite sure what to do. Did Draco want to let the teachers see? He sighed. "I think we'll let you in on it," he said finally, not looking at Draco just in case he might see anger there. He couldn't deny Dumbledore this. The man really did care about him, and after all that had happened that year, and the fact that he was going to take Harry with him to find the next Horcrux, Harry couldn't tell him no.
"I am tired," Draco said. "Can we go now?"
Dumbledore looked at them both for a few more seconds and then nodded. "Yes, you should get your rest. I'm sure it's been a taxing evening," he added in that all-knowing way of his.
Harry couldn't help but blush again.
Draco inclined his head in a nod by way of goodbye to Dumbledore and looked at Harry to lead the way back to the hospital wing.
"Good night, sir," Harry said quietly, walking across the room to the exit.
Draco followed, barely controlling his smirk as they left. Once the door was closed behind him, he turned to face Harry, smirk growing into a grin.
Harry smiled too. "You. Are. A. Genius," he said, pulling Draco to him.
Draco sighed into Harry's arms and kissed the other boy.
They, once again, snogged the entire trip on the staircase, and Harry didn't want to let Draco go at the end of it, but he hopped off and turned to wait for Draco to join him.
Draco walked with Harry down through the halls, unable to keep from smiling the entire way back to the infirmary.
Once inside the room, Harry fell backwards on the bed and sighed. "Bloody genius," he said, shaking his head.
Draco laughed happily and leaned against the door, arms across his chest as he looked down at his lover. "Finally realised that, did you?" he asked.
"I think so," Harry said, smiling. He sat up. "You're not mad at me for telling him that we’d still let them know what's going on, are you?" he asked uncertainly.
Draco cocked his head, considering. He reached in and pulled out the parchment. "Well," he began, walking over to sit on the bed with Harry, "I wouldn't hand them this unless we have to, but I can write up the basics of the contract for them. If it were going to be an issue, we would have to register the contract at the Ministry anyway."
"Do we have to register the contract?" Harry asked fearfully. "What if Voldemort finds out? That'd put you more in danger -- him knowing that you're with me."
Draco sighed, and looked down into his lap. "I don't think that will be in issue. My birthday is less than a month away, and you would have a moon cycle to register it."
Harry scowled. "The next time you say that, I'm going to hit you," he said angrily. "I've already said I'll figure out a way to get that thing off your arm and I mean it. I don't break promises."
Draco shook his head and looked sadly at Harry. "Do you want to know the provisions of our contract?"
Harry looked at Draco angrily for a second longer and then nodded. "Yeah, come sit closer?"
Draco slipped his shoes off and brought one leg up onto the bed so that he could face Harry and touch him at the same time.
Harry looked at him expectantly. Draco was the one with the parchment.
Draco still held the scroll but wasn't looking at it. "Well, you do understand that it is a one-way contract in that nearly all of the provisions give you power over me, right?"
Harry nodded. "Well, obviously. I can tell you what to do."
"By wizarding law, it is more than that," Draco said. "It would give you complete authority over me. Neither my parents nor my godfather have any authority over me anymore."
Harry's mouth dropped open slightly. "So you're like my house-elf?" he asked incredulously. "In a manner of speaking, of course," he added quickly.
The blond grimaced. "I don't even want to think of a house-elf in the terms you put this contract, Harry."
"Ew, Draco, that's terrible," he said, thinking of Dobby and shivering. "So, what else?"
"Hey, that's what I was saying." Draco smirked. "It's actually very close to a very old type of contract – a concubine. In it, you took not only the right to me sexually, but exclusively."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "So ... you can't have sex with anyone else ... ever?" he asked. "Only me?"
Draco wasn't sure whether to be upset or happy, so he went for neutral. "Yes." He pointed to a couple lines in the parchment. "Only you."
"Wow," Harry said, nodding. "That's -- that's pretty powerful," he said, quite a bit pleased actually. He wanted Draco all to himself forever.
Draco smirked a bit at Harry's obvious pleasure in this part of the contract. He moved his finger down the parchment, leaning into Harry as he did so. "This is the line that seems to be causing the most ... trouble."
Harry looked down. "What?" he asked.
"These two lines are a bit complex," Draco said, smirking. "By saying that you could fuck me all day long, you seem to have made yourself able to do just that, when you want to."
Harry smirked too. "So that's why I've been able to get hard no matter what you do! Like in the shower. Merlin, I thought I wouldn't get hard for the rest of my life and then ... it happened anyway." Harry laughed. "I don't see a problem with that one though."
Draco snorted, but smiled as well. "Well, yes, luckily you said 'could' in there which gives you a choice, or it would have been very, uhm, difficult. The next line is the one that I think is related to my passing out. See here where you said that I would 'need it to live'?"
Harry winced. "Erm, sorry about that," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "I didn't realise -- I would've never said it if I'd known."
Draco shook his head, smiling. "Since I would be dead already if you hadn't, I don't think you would really want to change it. Would you?"
Harry frowned. "That's what kept you alive?"
Draco pursed his lips. "This is where it gets murky. I think that it is part of it. It implies that as long as you keep" -- he laughed -- "fucking me, I live. But it might not be the only component. What we were thinking at the time of the binding may also affect it. Or things you said to me afterwards."
Harry nodded. "Well, you wrote down everything, right? Obviously not what we were thinking, but all the other stuff."
"Yes, we have that," Draco said, "but I also remember flashes of things I was feeling and thinking at the time. Let me study the books and I might have a better answer. In the meantime, if you want me to live, you will just have to keep it up, so to speak." He grinned at the other boy.
"That obviously won't be a problem," Harry said, smirking.
"As long as we aren't separated for too long." Draco nodded. He stood up and began undressing. "You have class tomorrow and will have to fuck me before you go again," he said, smiling happily.
"I think I can do that," Harry said, grinning, watching Draco undress.
Draco was aware of Harry watching him and loved it. He glanced up at him as he did. "You sleeping in your clothes ... love?"
Harry smiled possibly the biggest smile ever. "No," he said, jumping up happily and beginning to strip as well.
Draco didn't even bother with his nightclothes this time, climbing into bed naked and waiting for Harry.
Harry finished undressing and shrugged, leaving off his pyjamas as well. He slid into bed next to Draco and hugged him close. "Mmm, I love you," he said with a content sigh.
Draco sighed at the blissful feeling of Harry's skin against his own. He really was tired, and there was nothing more comforting to him. "I love you, too," he answered, closing his eyes.
Chapter Title: No Choice
Words: 2886 Words
Draco was breathing hard and tears were still running down his cheeks. He knew that Harry had heard him say he loved him. The quill had snapped when he fell forward. Draco was still pressed down on the floor, the broken quill digging into his skin. He breathed deep and whispered, "Harry?"
Harry couldn't manage an answer, just a very thick, "Mmm?"
"Can we move?" Draco asked softly.
Harry, once again, didn't say anything. He didn't know why, but he was afraid to let Draco go. He moved up, still grasping Draco around the middle and pulling him with him. He didn't want Draco to see his face.
Draco dropped the quill and parchment and reached his hands for Harry, turning in his arms to face him.
Harry immediately buried his face in Draco's neck, still holding him. A few tears had fallen now. He hadn't realised how strongly Draco's words would affect him. He hadn't realised how badly he'd wanted to hear them, and how afraid he'd been that he might never.
Draco's arms came around Harry, one hand cradling his head and the other around his shoulders. "Harry?" he asked again. "Is something wrong?"
Harry shook his head. God, why did he have to be such a weepy prat? He knew Draco wouldn't buy it though, as he still didn't bring his face out of hiding.
Draco took a gentle but firm grip of Harry's hair and, with the other hand, reached for his chin, pulling himself back at the same time so he could look at Harry's face. "Tell me," he pleaded.
Harry closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to look Draco in the face. "I -- you've never -- said that before," he just barely managed to choke out.
Draco sighed. "I ... didn't mean to upset you." He looked down. He hadn't expected Harry to react this badly and now he was nervous.
Harry couldn't hold back anymore. He threw his arms around Draco's shoulders and hugged him as tightly as he could. "God, I love you," he sobbed. "I love you so much."
Startled, Draco let go of Harry but then returned the embrace. "I love you, Harry," he managed, rubbing soothing circles on Harry's back, the feel of his tears on his skin a comfort. They always seemed to be bathed in each other. He smirked.
Harry sobbed even harder at hearing the words again. He pulled back quickly. "Do you?" he asked, heart racing. He didn't know why it was so hard to believe.
Draco's eyes widened at the question. "If you doubt me, order me to tell you the truth," he said, a bit defensive at being asked.
Harry closed his eyes and pulled Draco to him again. That was the only answer he needed. "No," he whispered, breathing in the smell of Draco's skin.
Draco relaxed, allowing himself to be drawn in again and held. He closed his eyes for a moment, replaying what he had seen and felt in the memory, and what they had just done. They had the parchment now, but he was pretty sure he could recite every word of the binding promise if needed.
Harry held Draco for a few more minutes before pulling back slightly and kissing him gently, resting their foreheads together. "I love you," he whispered one last time.
"I love you," Draco returned, without hesitation this time. "Foolish Gryffindor," he added, smirking.
Harry smiled. "Stuck-up Slytherin," he said, pecking Draco on the lips.
Draco nodded and then pulled back, looking around for the parchment he had dropped. He picked it up and grimaced. The early part of the parchment was in his very neat script, but the later parts were increasingly messy, even if still readable. He handed it to his lover.
Harry took it and looked down at it. He smiled with a raised eyebrow. "Got a bit shaky there?" he asked before he began to skim it.
Draco smiled and then sat back on the carpet. At least Dumbledore had a rug. He rubbed the red patches on his knees and grimaced at the sight of the more serious rug burn on the tops of his toes.
Harry continued to read, his eyes widening as he got closer to the end. "Bloody hell, I have a dirty mouth," he said. "Perhaps I should cut back on the swearing."
Draco laughed happily. "I find it quite undoes me. Saint Potter of the Dirty Words." He looked around for his clothes and pulled his wand. He wiggled his bloody toes and then did a simple Healing Charm on them.
Harry laughed too. "So what parts of this mean something?" he asked, looking up at Draco. "I mean, I get the parts where I say you're mine and that I ... own you, but is there anything else? What's with the whole you needing me to shag you thing?"
Draco nodded, taking a deep breath. "I need to study this and those books you brought me to be sure." He did a Cleaning Spell for each of them and reached for his clothes. "I don't want to show this to anyone yet." He pointed at the mist in the Pensieve. "And we need to destroy the record of it."
Harry nodded, getting to his feet. "I think I'll just put it back," he said, reaching for his clothes as well.
Draco took the parchment, rolling it up and tucking it in one of his robe pockets while he finished getting dressed.
Once he was clothed again, Harry stood before the Pensieve. He prodded at the swirling mist until it clung to his wand tip. Picking it up carefully, he put it back safe inside his head. "Well, that's done," he said, looking up at Draco again.
"Let's put that back too," Draco said, gesturing to the Pensieve and holding the curtain for Harry.
Harry picked the basin up and carried it out to the main room, setting it back on Dumbledore's desk. "Should I send Fawkes for him now?" he asked.
"I suppose," Draco said, regarding the bird critically and glancing at the 'sleeping' portraits.
Harry turned to the phoenix, unsure of how exactly he was supposed to tell it to get Dumbledore. "Erm, go get Dumbledore please?" he asked, shrugging. Fawkes disappeared suddenly in a flash of flame and reappeared seconds later. Harry raised his eyebrows. "Did it work?" he asked Draco.
Draco shrugged and looked anxiously around for the reappearance of Dumbledore. He took a deep breath, preparing to have to deal with the man. He felt emotionally raw and didn't know if he could trust himself to hold against him if pushed.
They waited a few minutes, ten or so, before they heard footsteps and Dumbledore entered into the room. "Ah," he said. "Did all go well?"
"Yes, sir," said Harry, nodding and blushing.
Draco nodded, gritting his teeth a bit to control himself when Harry blushed, but not trusting himself to speak.
"Very good," Dumbledore said, smiling.
Harry glanced at Draco very quickly. "Erm, we were just wondering ... if maybe we could just have time to, er -- look things over ourselves before we show anyone else what happened."
Dumbledore frowned a bit. "That would be all right," he said understandably. "Although you may need to look it over quickly. I'm not sure how long I'll be able to allow you both to sleep in the same room."
Draco's eyes narrowed, and he scowled in response. "By wizarding law, you may not have a choice," he answered coldly.
Dumbledore's eyes sparkled behind his glasses. "Please, Draco," he said courteously, "tell me what you know."
Draco crossed his arms over his chest, pressing the parchment in his pocket to his heart in the process. "During the Triwizard Tournament, Potter's name was entered against the rules. Even though he was underage, because of the magically binding contract, you had to let him compete. This is the same type of contract. Whether you consider us of age or not, school rules or not, we have entered into a magically binding contract that makes me both his property and his ... sexual partner. Our law supports the right of him to have me whenever and wherever he likes."
Harry's eyes widened as he looked at Draco.
Dumbledore's eyes continued to sparkle. "That is correct," he said calmly. "That is if Harry wishes for that to be the case. Harry?"
Harry's eyes flashed to Draco again. "Erm, yeah. I'd want it like that," he said, not quite meeting Dumbledore's eyes. He didn't know why, but the old man's stare made him feel guilty.
Dumbledore sighed quietly, but his eyes were still sparkling strangely. "Then that is that. I'm sure you will still explain the promise to Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall and myself when you are ready? It is still best to ensure your safety."
"As Harry wishes," Draco said, nodding to Harry rather than Dumbledore.
Harry wasn't quite sure what to do. Did Draco want to let the teachers see? He sighed. "I think we'll let you in on it," he said finally, not looking at Draco just in case he might see anger there. He couldn't deny Dumbledore this. The man really did care about him, and after all that had happened that year, and the fact that he was going to take Harry with him to find the next Horcrux, Harry couldn't tell him no.
"I am tired," Draco said. "Can we go now?"
Dumbledore looked at them both for a few more seconds and then nodded. "Yes, you should get your rest. I'm sure it's been a taxing evening," he added in that all-knowing way of his.
Harry couldn't help but blush again.
Draco inclined his head in a nod by way of goodbye to Dumbledore and looked at Harry to lead the way back to the hospital wing.
"Good night, sir," Harry said quietly, walking across the room to the exit.
Draco followed, barely controlling his smirk as they left. Once the door was closed behind him, he turned to face Harry, smirk growing into a grin.
Harry smiled too. "You. Are. A. Genius," he said, pulling Draco to him.
Draco sighed into Harry's arms and kissed the other boy.
They, once again, snogged the entire trip on the staircase, and Harry didn't want to let Draco go at the end of it, but he hopped off and turned to wait for Draco to join him.
Draco walked with Harry down through the halls, unable to keep from smiling the entire way back to the infirmary.
Once inside the room, Harry fell backwards on the bed and sighed. "Bloody genius," he said, shaking his head.
Draco laughed happily and leaned against the door, arms across his chest as he looked down at his lover. "Finally realised that, did you?" he asked.
"I think so," Harry said, smiling. He sat up. "You're not mad at me for telling him that we’d still let them know what's going on, are you?" he asked uncertainly.
Draco cocked his head, considering. He reached in and pulled out the parchment. "Well," he began, walking over to sit on the bed with Harry, "I wouldn't hand them this unless we have to, but I can write up the basics of the contract for them. If it were going to be an issue, we would have to register the contract at the Ministry anyway."
"Do we have to register the contract?" Harry asked fearfully. "What if Voldemort finds out? That'd put you more in danger -- him knowing that you're with me."
Draco sighed, and looked down into his lap. "I don't think that will be in issue. My birthday is less than a month away, and you would have a moon cycle to register it."
Harry scowled. "The next time you say that, I'm going to hit you," he said angrily. "I've already said I'll figure out a way to get that thing off your arm and I mean it. I don't break promises."
Draco shook his head and looked sadly at Harry. "Do you want to know the provisions of our contract?"
Harry looked at Draco angrily for a second longer and then nodded. "Yeah, come sit closer?"
Draco slipped his shoes off and brought one leg up onto the bed so that he could face Harry and touch him at the same time.
Harry looked at him expectantly. Draco was the one with the parchment.
Draco still held the scroll but wasn't looking at it. "Well, you do understand that it is a one-way contract in that nearly all of the provisions give you power over me, right?"
Harry nodded. "Well, obviously. I can tell you what to do."
"By wizarding law, it is more than that," Draco said. "It would give you complete authority over me. Neither my parents nor my godfather have any authority over me anymore."
Harry's mouth dropped open slightly. "So you're like my house-elf?" he asked incredulously. "In a manner of speaking, of course," he added quickly.
The blond grimaced. "I don't even want to think of a house-elf in the terms you put this contract, Harry."
"Ew, Draco, that's terrible," he said, thinking of Dobby and shivering. "So, what else?"
"Hey, that's what I was saying." Draco smirked. "It's actually very close to a very old type of contract – a concubine. In it, you took not only the right to me sexually, but exclusively."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "So ... you can't have sex with anyone else ... ever?" he asked. "Only me?"
Draco wasn't sure whether to be upset or happy, so he went for neutral. "Yes." He pointed to a couple lines in the parchment. "Only you."
"Wow," Harry said, nodding. "That's -- that's pretty powerful," he said, quite a bit pleased actually. He wanted Draco all to himself forever.
Draco smirked a bit at Harry's obvious pleasure in this part of the contract. He moved his finger down the parchment, leaning into Harry as he did so. "This is the line that seems to be causing the most ... trouble."
Harry looked down. "What?" he asked.
"These two lines are a bit complex," Draco said, smirking. "By saying that you could fuck me all day long, you seem to have made yourself able to do just that, when you want to."
Harry smirked too. "So that's why I've been able to get hard no matter what you do! Like in the shower. Merlin, I thought I wouldn't get hard for the rest of my life and then ... it happened anyway." Harry laughed. "I don't see a problem with that one though."
Draco snorted, but smiled as well. "Well, yes, luckily you said 'could' in there which gives you a choice, or it would have been very, uhm, difficult. The next line is the one that I think is related to my passing out. See here where you said that I would 'need it to live'?"
Harry winced. "Erm, sorry about that," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "I didn't realise -- I would've never said it if I'd known."
Draco shook his head, smiling. "Since I would be dead already if you hadn't, I don't think you would really want to change it. Would you?"
Harry frowned. "That's what kept you alive?"
Draco pursed his lips. "This is where it gets murky. I think that it is part of it. It implies that as long as you keep" -- he laughed -- "fucking me, I live. But it might not be the only component. What we were thinking at the time of the binding may also affect it. Or things you said to me afterwards."
Harry nodded. "Well, you wrote down everything, right? Obviously not what we were thinking, but all the other stuff."
"Yes, we have that," Draco said, "but I also remember flashes of things I was feeling and thinking at the time. Let me study the books and I might have a better answer. In the meantime, if you want me to live, you will just have to keep it up, so to speak." He grinned at the other boy.
"That obviously won't be a problem," Harry said, smirking.
"As long as we aren't separated for too long." Draco nodded. He stood up and began undressing. "You have class tomorrow and will have to fuck me before you go again," he said, smiling happily.
"I think I can do that," Harry said, grinning, watching Draco undress.
Draco was aware of Harry watching him and loved it. He glanced up at him as he did. "You sleeping in your clothes ... love?"
Harry smiled possibly the biggest smile ever. "No," he said, jumping up happily and beginning to strip as well.
Draco didn't even bother with his nightclothes this time, climbing into bed naked and waiting for Harry.
Harry finished undressing and shrugged, leaving off his pyjamas as well. He slid into bed next to Draco and hugged him close. "Mmm, I love you," he said with a content sigh.
Draco sighed at the blissful feeling of Harry's skin against his own. He really was tired, and there was nothing more comforting to him. "I love you, too," he answered, closing his eyes.