Cracking the Gold

Disclaimer: See Introduction.

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Harry cried out, his back arching and his knees buckling sending him to the floor, twisting and turning, half beneath the cloak now. Being weak, it didn\'t take much to make him stop trying to move away, but he did do his best to keep his face hidden, and re-hide it beneath the cloak. He ~needed~ to find a way out...


Draco sighed heavily and unfolded from his seat, keeping the curse firmly in place over the fallen figure, padding over, just watching, wondering how much the other could take.

He flicked the hood away when he reached his new pet, then arched a brow, \"Well well well, interesting how things turn around isn\'t it Potter?\"


Harry\'s face was contorted in pain, his green eyes clenched shut and tears threatening to spill over the edges of his lashes. He was pulling at the chains, feeling like he would explode. Despite every morsel of pride he had left in him, he found his cracked, dry and hoarse voice begging him to stop.


Draco chuckled at that, not letting up just yet, he knew even the weakest pet could stand a little longer, \"If I do, do you promise to behave?\"

He found that he quite liked having the Golden Boy under his power.


God...Draco was milking this for all he could...and he hated it. His head was throbbing, his scar searing like a freshly branded mark. \"P-p....lease.....\" he choked out. Forcing himself to open his emeralds to reveal how weak he was to Draco, praying that he could touch a side of humanity and make him stop before he was killed...


Draco sighed heavily, a very put upon sigh as he broke the curse, shaking his head and flicking Harry\'s hair away from his eyes, before returning to his seat. He arched a brow, \"Come here pet.\" He indicated the cushion beside his chair, \"Kneel.\"


Harry clenched his eyes shut as he was flicked at, wincing, then relaxing as he heard him step away. Trembling and dizzy, Harry hesitated, but not long before trying to rigth himself onto his feet. This proved to be difficult as his hands were behind his back, but like hell he wanted that pain again...though he had wished that those few tears hadn\'t escaped. After a few minutes, he\'d managed to drag himself beside the evil stick of flesh named Malfoy. From the effort of the short journey, he almost happily collapsed onto the cushion, head hanging low. He wished he still had Hermoine and Ron...


Draco smiled again, tossing his own hair back behind his shoulder, one hand settling into his new pet\'s, trailing his fingers through it, mildly surprised at how soft it was, even still, \"Are you hungry pet?\"


Harry shivered at Draco\'s touch, shying away from it slightly. Yes. He was. Starving. His stomach was eating himself. He couldn\'t remember the last thing he\'d eaten... \"No...\" His eyes laid on the ground, embarassed by the whole thing.


Draco chuckled softly at the refusal, shaking his head as he continued to trail his fingers through the other\'s hair, almost petting at that point really.

He lifted his hand a moment later, plucking one of the tangerine slices off his plate and holding it just out of reach, \"Are you sure you aren\'t hungry?\"