Amore Schiavo

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“So, are you bringing your latest acquisition to the next meeting?” Hermione asked Harry softly as they headed back to Gryffindor Tower from Dumbledore’s office.

Harry nodded. “It’s time. He has information we need, and I’m ready to get this all over with already. I’m sick of constantly having to watch my back for Death Eaters or Voldemort. I just want a normal life. Or, well, as normal as my life gets, at least.” He said with humor.

Ron shrugged. “It’s not exactly normal to have a slave. You’re pretty much the only person nowadays that has one.” He reminded Harry.

“I know.” Harry said with a shrug. “But there’s nothing I can do about that. It’ll just have to be one way in which I’m okay with being different.”

Hermione nodded. “You’re being good to him, and I think he would have had it much worse if he’d joined the Death Eaters, so that’s at least two points in your favor.” She said as they neared the picture of the Fat Lady.

“Yeah.” Harry said the password and they went into the common room. “He really did make the better choice, and it’s also good luck that we’ve got him. He’ll probably know about the wards, as well as the layout of the Manor. After all, he was the Malfoy Heir. Malfoy senior had to be grooming him to take his place by now.”

Ron snorted. “And now our side is going to benefit from that. It’s about time we got an advantage like this!”

Hermione nodded. “Yes, we are lucky. This might be exactly what we need to win this war.”

“Anyways, I’m ready for bed. See you tomorrow, ‘Mione.” Harry said, heading for the stairs to the dormitory.

“Good night, Harry.” Hermione said.

“Night, mate!” Ron called out at his back, walking into the Head Girl room with Hermione.

 

Harry rolled his eyes. At least they didn’t sleep together too obviously. With the exception of meeting nights, they waited until everyone else was asleep and Ron would sneak into her room, sneaking out again before everyone else woke.

Harry was the only one that knew for sure about the arrangement. He walked into the dormitory and went to bed, to dream of his own lover, tucked away safely in the Room of Requirement.

*****

“Harry, are you coming to the library?” Hermione asked, as they got up from lunch. They had a rare free period together, but Harry shook his head.

“I’m going to check on my… You-Know-What.” He said quietly.

Hermione nodded. “Alright, then. We’ll see you later.”

Ron slapped him on the back. “Don’t be late for DADA.” He advised.

Harry nodded. “I won’t be.” He said, slinging his bag over his shoulder and heading for the seventh floor.

He checked to make sure he wasn’t being followed and entered the Room of Requirement.

Draco looked up from the book he was reading and smiled. “Well, hello, Harry. I wasn’t expecting to see you today.” He said amicably.

Harry smiled. “Yeah, I know. I just came to tell you that you’re coming to the next Order meeting. Seems Voldemort’s moved into Malfoy Manor.” He said.

Draco blinked. “They must think I’ve fled. Because even though I’ve been disowned, there’s no way to bar me from there; I have Malfoy blood. I could get you in.” He said simply, eyes shining.

“Do you know what Wards are in use there?” Harry asked, sitting in the other chair and patting his lap.

Draco set his book down and walked over to Harry, seating himself comfortably in the Gryffindor’s lap and wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck. He leaned in and kissed him. “Yes.” He whispered against Harry’s lips. “Every last one.”

Harry smiled. “We can use that information to break the Wards. If you’re willing to tell us, that is.”

“I’m going to be quite useful to your side, it seems.” Draco said happily. “I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to contribute much to the war effort. This comes as a most welcome surprise.”

Harry chuckled and kissed Draco again. “I’m glad you’re happy about this. We really need your help. You know the layout of the Manor, and if you can get me in, we can start plotting for the Final Battle at the next meeting. I’m ready to end this once and for all.” He said.

Draco pressed his lips together. “Don’t do anything rash. Make sure you’re really ready before rushing in like an overeager idiot.” He said, then winced. “Sorry. Like a Gryffindor.” He amended.

Harry laughed. “Bad choice of words. Don’t call names.” He said, tapping Draco’s nose lightly.

Draco scrunched up his nose and went cross-eyed trying to watch the finger. “I apologized. Besides, you know you do it.”

Harry just grinned wider. “Even so, you’re not allowed to call me on it anymore.”

Draco sighed. “It does seem that way, doesn’t it?” He said in a put-upon tone. “I suppose it’ll just have to be my self-appointed duty to see you through this war relatively unharmed and in one piece. I don’t fancy the idea of dying just because you charged in where Slytherins fear to tread.”

Harry hugged him tighter. “You do care about me!” He said happily.

“I do not!” Draco said in horror.

The tickle in the back of Harry’s mind belied Draco’s words, and Harry just laughed.

“Yes, you do. I can tell.” Harry stated confidently.

“I just don’t want to die early.” Draco said mulishly, and the tickle turned into an itch.

Harry chuckled and shook his head. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Draco.”

Draco pouted. “Fine, don’t believe me.” He said. “Don’t you have class to get to?”

Harry cast Tempus and smiled. “I still have thirty minutes of my free period before class. Any way you’d like to spend that time?” He asked.

Draco flushed. “Well…”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Well? Go on.” He urged.

“I… You know I’m not allowed to see to my own pleasure anymore…” Draco said, not meeting his eyes. “And I’ve been half-hard all day. I had an… Exciting dream last night. And I can’t do anything about it.”

Harry hummed and reached down, palming Draco through his robes. “What are you wearing under these robes?” He asked lowly.

Draco flushed. “Nothing.” He admitted.

Harry squeezed Draco’s cock gently, then let go. “Alright. Take it off.” He said.

Draco got up and unbuttoned the robe, still flushing slightly as he let it pool at his feet.

Harry licked his lips. “Come here.” He said, patting his lap again.

Draco sat down, and Harry pulled Draco against him, facing him outward, his back pressed against Harry’s chest.

Draco leaned back against Harry, laying his head on Harry’s shoulder. “Don’t tease me, please. I don’t think I could take it right now.”

Harry chuckled, positioning Draco’s legs over his knees and spreading his own legs, making Draco spread his in turn. He wrapped his hand around Draco’s cock. “I don’t intend to tease you.” He promised, stroking Draco.

Draco moaned, arching a bit. “Yes, just like that.” He breathed, bucking slightly into Harry’s hand.

Harry brought his other hand up and pinched a nipple, and Draco made a small whining sound. “Good?” Harry asked, repeating the action.

“Yess…” Draco hissed, rolling his hips as Harry stroked him. “Please, faster!” He gasped out.

Harry sped up his movements, adding a sharp twist to the end of each stroke and Draco shuddered. He tightened his hand, then brought his free hand up to Draco’s face. “Suck.” He ordered, thrusting two fingers into Draco’s mouth.

Draco took the fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, rolling his tongue over them eagerly as he coated them liberally with saliva.

Harry pulled the fingers out of Draco’s mouth and moved them to his entrance, pushing them in and finding Draco’s prostate. He began to pump the fingers and Draco cried out, pushing into his hand and back onto the fingers.

“Oh, please, oh, please, Master, can I come?” Draco begged.

Harry growled. “Come for me, Draco.” He ordered, then bit down on Draco’s neck as the blond cried out, his body shuddering in climax.

Draco melted against his chest bonelessly. He turned his head and placed a tired kiss on Harry’s cheek. “Thank you, Harry.” He said in a very sated tone.

Harry groaned. “I’m going to be hard all through DADA.” He mourned.

Draco smiled cheekily, sliding off his lap. “Unlike me, you’ll be able to do something about it once classes let out. You should feel lucky.” He said lightly.

Harry sighed. “It’s not the same as being able to fuck you through the mattress.” He said regretfully.

Draco raised a brow at him. “Well, I should hope not. If my body was no more pleasing to you than a good wank, what use would I be to my Master?” He asked.

Harry scowled. “Put your robes back on before I decide to skive off and fuck you instead.” He ordered.

Draco pulled his robes back on and buttoned them, laughing softly. “So, when’s the next meeting going to be?” He asked.

Harry shrugged. “I’m not sure, but I’ve got extra lessons with Snape after class. He’s supposed to make sure I can cast the killing curse.” He said.

Draco raised a brow. “Can you?” He asked.

Harry shrugged. “I don’t know yet. I’ve only tried to cast Cruciatus before, and I couldn’t manage that one. I think I can, though.” He said.

Draco hummed and dropped back into Harry’s lap. “Well, I suppose all we can do is wait and see. I’ll be thinking of you while you’re down in the dungeons trying to kill things.” He said lightly.

Harry laughed. “Thanks. I won’t be thinking of you.” He said.

Draco grinned. “Good. Although thinking of our past interactions might actually help. I used to make you really angry. I don’t know if you actually hated me or not, though.”

“I tried to.” Harry said. “Not sure how successful I was. Those days are well and truly gone, though.”

Draco stretched. “Well, it’s about time for you to head to class.” He said. “Don’t let me make you late.”

Harry smiled and stood. “One more kiss before I leave?” He asked.

Draco kissed him gently, nipping on his lower lip before pulling away. “I’ll see you later.” He said.

Harry licked his lips. “We’ll see how long I can stay away.”

Draco waved cheerily as Harry headed out the door.

Once he was gone, Draco dropped into his chair, sighing and burying his face in his hands. ‘Dear Merlin,’ He thought morosely, unable to deny it any longer. ‘I’m actually falling for him.’

*****

Harry knocked on the closed classroom door. Severus’ voice bade him enter, so he went in and closed the door behind him.

Severus stood from behind his desk and flicked his wand at the door, locking it and warding it with a few spells before turning to face Harry. “So,” He said to the Gryffindor, “The killing curse.”

Harry nodded. “I do need to know.” He said.

Severus nodded his agreement. “You do.” He waved to a box set on his desk. “I have gathered together three spiders to ensure that you can cast it successfully. I won’t have you casting it on a fluke and send you to your death when you go to kill the Dark Lord.”

“Alright. Is there anything special I need to do to cast it, or do I just call up my hatred of him and go for it?” Harry asked, walking up to the box and peering in at the spiders. They were milling around companionably, unaware of what they were in for.

Severus sneered. “Hatred may not be enough. Young as you are, I doubt very much that you have felt the kind of dark, intense hatred that the spell calls for. You will likely have to summon up every ounce of negative emotion you can dredge up and pour it all into the spell to be able to cast it properly.” He told the teen.

“And if that’s not enough?” Harry asked.

“Then Merlin help us.” Severus said darkly.

“Oh, that’s encouraging.” Harry said brightly.

Severus leveled a glare at him.

Harry turned back to the box with a loud sigh and raised his wand. He called up every bit of anger, hatred and rage he’d ever felt and directed it through his wand, shouting “Avada Kedavra!”

He felt the spell sweep through him, pulling on his magic and soul, and a green light rushed out of his wand as one of the spiders fell over dead. The other two began to run around in a panic.

Harry gasped as his wand dropped down to his side. “Is it supposed to feel like that?” He asked.

“Like what, exactly?” Severus asked.

“Like an adrenaline rush?” Harry clarified.

Severus nodded. “Yes. That is why the Dark Arts are so dangerous. You can imagine how easy it would be to crave that feeling again, enough to lose yourself to them. Casting them is always dangerous, but in times of war, such as we find ourselves in, needs must.” He said.

Harry nodded and raised his wand again, calling on his negative emotions once more, and killed another spider. The spell didn’t come as such a shock this time around, but he still felt exhilarated after, and took a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart.

“And once more, to be sure.” Severus instructed.

Harry killed the last spider, though this time he was feeling rather drained afterwards. “It takes a lot out of you, casting it so many times.” He commented.

“You get used to the feeling after a while, and magical cores can expand when more magic is being used than is at one’s disposal normally. It takes training, but it is possible.” Severus explained, vanishing the box.

“So, I can cast the killing curse. Are you satisfied that I’m going to be able to kill him instead of rushing to my death like Draco’s worried I will be?” Harry asked.

Severus looked startled at the admission, then his eyes narrowed. “He’s worried for you?” He asked.

Harry grinned and nodded. “Yeah. He told me so the last time I went and checked up on him.”

Severus thought for a moment, then nodded. “I believe you will be able to kill the Dark Lord when you must. Is… Is Draco well?”

“Yeah.” Harry said. “He’s doing good. You’ll see him soon, I swear it.”

Severus nodded. “I trust your word on that, Mr. Potter. You may go.” He said.

Harry left the room, heading back toward Gryffindor Tower.