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His Father’s Place
Chapter Number/Total: 3/20
Chapter Title: His Father’s Place
Words: 2634 Words
Draco made his way downstairs to the study. It had been his father's study and Draco had hardly changed it in the two years since Lucius's death. The room was dominated by a dark, rich hardwood desk. The desk chair and the other furniture in the room were upholstered in dark green leather. Lucius's cane rested in one corner. Draco took his place in the chair behind the desk.
Harry sat down on the floor next to the chair, hating that he wasn’t allowed to walk and see everything around him.
Draco reached for the first of a pile of letters waiting for him. He picked up a dagger-shaped letter opener and began opening and reading his mail.
Harry pulled his knees up to his chest and sat glaring at Malfoy. Was he expected to just sit there and be quiet?
Draco tried to ignore Potter, despite the way he kept shifting noisily on the floor, and focused on his work.
"What am I supposed to do?" Harry asked a while later, frowning.
"You are supposed to sit quietly," Draco sighed, glancing down at Potter.
"I'm not a dog, Malfoy."
"You are my dog now," Draco snapped.
"I don't think so," Harry muttered, sulking.
Draco scowled, standing up abruptly so that his chair slid back. He whirled on Harry, drawing his wand as he did. "Get on your hands and knees, now!"
Harry stared at Malfoy for a moment before shifting forward, getting onto his hands and knees. Malfoy was so easily angered.
Draco glared at the man on the floor, a dozen images of torments flitting through his mind. Just the sight of Harry on his knees like this aroused him. He began unfastening his trousers.
Harry didn't look back at him, silently berating himself for mouthing off. The worst part was that he wasn’t sure what Malfoy was going to do next.
"Look at me," Draco commanded coldly, stroking his cock as he looked down at Harry.
Harry slowly looked up, leaning away a bit and shivering at the sight.
Draco bent and opened the bottom drawer of Lucius's desk. His own desk, he corrected himself. He reached in and pulled out a worn but sturdy hardwood paddle.
Harry watched him quietly, eyeing the paddle. He hoped it wasn't for what he thought.
Draco had never wielded the paddle before, but he knew how much it hurt. He swung it back in his right hand and brought it down with a heavy smack on Potter's arse.
Harry jumped, crying out at the sudden pain. It stung, and Harry wanted to crawl away, but he knew he couldn't without even more pain.
Draco watched with fascination as Harry's white arse turned pink. He smiled wickedly and hit him again.
Harry tensed before the next one, squeezing his eyes shut and groaning quietly.
Draco's cock twitched at the feel and sound of the blow. "I had to endure this paddle too many times because of you," he sneered and struck Harry again with a couple more loud blows.
Harry rested his forehead on the floor, figuring out it only hurt more if he tensed up, so he tried to relax. But that didn't work because he would just tense up again every time he heard Malfoy speak.
After the fifth blow, Draco stood panting and aroused, his cock dripping. He stepped behind Harry then, reaching a hand down to trail his nails over bright red flesh.
Harry moaned and tried to twist away from those fingers, his skin too sensitive.
Draco chuckled, setting aside the paddle and using both hands to scratch Harry's sore flesh.
Harry's hands moved to grip anything on the hardwood floor, but found nothing. Harry clenched his hands into fists as he cried out yet again.
The cries of Harry in pain made Draco moan in pleasure. He was tempted to fuck Harry right then. The man's posture with his arse in the air was quite hot. Draco cast a lube charm on himself, then continued to pinch that red flesh with one hand as he began to stroke his own cock with the other.
Harry wiped away a few unwanted tears as more threatened to spill. He kept jerking away from Malfoy’s fingers, his arse feeling like it was on fire.
"Spread your knees apart," Draco snapped.
Harry looked back at Malfoy as he spread his knees, glancing at his lubricated cock. "No," Harry whispered, biting his lip. Sucking Malfoy was bad enough, but he was still sore from the first time.
Draco looked at that swollen, red, puckered hole and grinned. "Yesss," he hissed. He reached for Harry's hair then and yanked hard, pulling him up. "Stand.”
Harry winced as he stood, still protesting.
Draco dragged him the few feet over to the desk and roughly shoved Harry face down, bent over it.
Harry turned his head, breathing hard as he began to panic. "No, please! It hurts!"
"Good, I hope it hurts," Draco answered. "I hope it’s agony. Spread your legs again." He kept one hand in Harry's hair, cruelly twisting it as he held him down. The other he used to position his cock.
"Don't," Harry whispered, having no choice but to spread his legs again.
"Beg me," Draco said, rubbing the head of his cock against that swollen opening.
"Please don't," Harry said quietly, squeezing his eyes shut at the sting caused just from the cock rubbing up against his abused hole.
Draco chuckled even more wickedly. "No, beg me to fuck you."
Harry gritted his teeth, but then moaned at the fresh wave of pain from not saying anything. "Fuck m-me," Harry stuttered quietly.
"Beg," Draco emphasised, hand twisting more in that thick hair.
Harry winced again. "Please ... fuck me.”
"More," Draco insisted.
"Please, I w-want you to … please fuck me," Harry murmured, just wanting to get it over with now.
Draco shoved then, not slowly or smoothly, but as a rough intrusion into Harry's sore body.
Harry cried out, beginning to sob before Draco was even fully inside of him. "It hurts!" he yelled.
Draco was thrilled to hear it and he pushed until his cock was completely embedded deep inside Harry's twitching body, the warm reddened flesh of Harry's arse flush against that of his own hips.
"Please," Harry whimpered, pressing his face against the wood of the desk, already wet with his tears.
"Cry, beg, or scream – it doesn’t matter," Draco taunted. "You're mine now, Potter." He pressed his free hand into the small of Harry's back as he pulled back, feeling Harry's flesh along his cock.
"No, never," Harry gasped. He would never admit to being owned by Malfoy, no matter what the situation was.
Draco just laughed. The sound had a hysterical edge to it. He plunged forward again, beginning to pound into Harry's flesh, shoving him into the desk.
Harry screamed with every thrust. It was almost as if it helped him get through the agony and humiliation of being violated this way.
Draco knew from personal experience Potter's hips would be bruised where they repeatedly hit the edge of the desk. The memory made him angrier and he rammed harder, fucking the other man violently until he came, screaming wordlessly and collapsing atop Potter.
Harry didn't move, breathing in short pants as his body trembled. It was worse than the first time, and Harry never thought he'd think that. Ever.
Draco lay pressed against Harry's back, panting into that dark hair. After a few minutes, he pushed himself back and off of him. As his cock slid out, come and more blood trickled down Harry's legs. Draco startled, looking down and seeing blood on his own cock. An image flashed into his mind – an image of someone else's cock with Draco's blood on it. To his own shock, he became immediately ill, dropping to his knees and vomiting on the floor beside the desk.
Harry flinched at the sound before he slowly moved to get up. His legs didn't seem to want to cooperate and he fell to the floor, on his side, curling up. He could smell vomit and he wondered what was wrong with Malfoy.
Draco was on his hands and knees still, panting and trying to control himself. When he was able, he Summoned his wand and cast a Cleaning Charm on the mess. Then he looked at Potter. Without thinking, he also cast a Cleaning Charm on the man.
Harry flinched again at the spell, his body still throbbing along with his rapid heartbeat.
Draco forced himself to get up, staggering a bit when he stood. He cast another Cleaning Charm, on himself this time, before tucking his cock back into his own clothing. Then he forced himself to walk, rather than stagger, over to a wooden cupboard where he stored a supply of potions. He chose one, closed the cupboard and walked back to where Harry still lay on the floor. He held it out. "Drink this," he said.
Harry eyed the potion before he took it, leaning up a bit so he could drink it. At that point he didn't care if Malfoy was poisoning him or not.
Draco took the empty vial and re-corked it, laying it on the desk and then sitting down heavily in the chair.
Harry lay back down on the floor, quietly watching Malfoy through his fringe. He still wondered what had happened.
Draco sat staring at Potter, his face as impassive as the mask he wore at Death Eater gatherings. When hadn't that been true? He had worn a mask of one type or another his entire life.
After a while Harry found he wasn't feeling worse due to the potion, but better. It must've been a Healing Potion. He still felt slightly sore, but not to the point where he couldn't move. "Why the Healing Potion? Why rape me and then be nice to me?”
"I'm not being nice," Draco snapped, eyes narrowed. "You are my property. I take care of what's mine."
"You just decide that or something, did you?" Harry asked with a scowl, turning away from him.
Draco huffed, pulling his chair back up to the desk. He frowned at the mess of scattered papers and spilt ink. He took out his wand and began cleaning up, then sorting.
Harry stayed quiet, glad Malfoy didn't get up and beat him again for talking back. His stomach grumbled in the quiet and he turned over again, looking at him. "I'm hungry."
Draco looked up at the antique clock on the wall and realised it was after his usual afternoon break. He stood up, straightening his clothes and then heading for the door.
Harry got up and followed him slowly, thinking something really must've changed Malfoy's attitude. If he said that before, he was sure it would've earned him a slap.
Draco made his way down the hall to the dining room. It was huge, meant for large gatherings. His place was already set at one end and he sat down. Food appeared immediately. He forced himself to eat.
Harry knelt on the floor next to him after he looked around the large room. He watched Malfoy eat, shaking his head with a sigh. "If you're not hungry, why force yourself?" Harry muttered.
Draco scowled, more determined than ever to make himself eat. He controlled himself. No one else. That was his goal in life. Mastery of self.
Harry scowled a bit, then sighed. "Don't eat it all," he whispered, his stomach grumbling again.
Draco managed to eat until he had enough to sustain him for the moment. Then he set the still more than half full plate on the floor and sat back in his chair.
Harry ate roast beef and cheese, glancing curiously up at Malfoy every now and then. "What's wrong with you?"
Draco's eyes narrowed. "Whatever are you talking about?"
"Whatever’s wrong with you?" Harry repeated around a mouthful of meat. He finished the food then pushed the plate away. "You haven't hit me again, that's one thing."
"Should I?" Draco sneered.
"No, you shouldn't, but earlier you were more than happy to."
"I did hit you, and nearly tore your hair out by the roots and then I ...." Draco trailed off, scowling again and looking away.
"Then you raped me," Harry finished quietly. He blinked, surprised he could admit it already.
"You're mine," Draco bristled. "I have the right to do as I please with you."
"And then you vomited," Harry went on, as if Malfoy hadn’t spoken. "Because of what you did?"
"We are not talking about this," Draco said, standing abruptly and heading out of the room quickly.
Harry wanted to leave him alone, but there was the other command there, one that forced him to follow Malfoy anyway. "Just admit it," Harry said, scrambling to keep up with him.
"That I raped you?" Draco hissed, turning and glaring down at him. "Yes, I did. And if you are very lucky, I will do it every fucking day."
"No, admit you have a problem," Harry said, glaring right back at him.
"You are my problem," Draco snapped. "You have been my problem for as long as I can fucking remember!”
“So why the hell do you keep me then?” Harry retorted. “Why not kill me and be done with it?”
That tore it. Draco backhanded him, sending him spinning to the floor.
Harry grunted, pressing his hand against his cheek as he looked over his shoulder. "What? Not sick yet?" He knew he was digging himself into a hole, but he loved finally being able to taunt Malfoy again.
"Shut up, Potter!" Draco yelled, hands clenched into fists and face turning red.
"Or else what?" Harry asked. Pain blossomed as he defied the order.
Draco stood with his hands on his hips, scowling and waiting for the spell to do its work.
Harry fell back on the floor as the pain grew more intense, cries escaping him as he writhed on marble.
"Every time you disobey me it will get worse," Draco reminded him, watching him.
Harry shook his head, tears falling from his eyes again. "Sorry," he gasped, wanting it to stop. It didn't help, only made it worse, and he started to scream.
Draco waited, letting the pain build for another minute and then he spoke. "I release the last command."
Harry slowly stilled, turning on his side as he coughed a bit, his throat feeling raw. He supposed he had asked for that.
"You seem to think this is some kind of school rivalry again," Draco drawled. "You lost, Potter. Get used to it."
"You're just jealous," Harry whispered as he panted, swallowing.
"Jealous of being a slave? Hardly," Draco said with a sigh, then turned and walked off again.
Harry crawled after him, falling a few times as his muscles were still shaky.
Draco made his way to another part of the Manor. He usually spent afternoons in his Potions Lab. Here the world was neat and ordered. He kept the place spotless. He was in complete control.
Harry sighed gratefully when he finally stopped inside what looked like a lab. "Of course," he murmured, moving to lie down.
"Sit in the corner," Draco said pointing to one side. "I don't want to trip over you while I work."
"Work on what?" Harry asked, moving to the corner of the room and laying down.
"Potions," Draco snapped, beginning to set out ingredients. He propped up a well-worn book in a book stand, turning it to a place he had marked.
"Thanks for stating the obvious," Harry said sarcastically, curling up as he closed his eyes.
Draco huffed and began working, ignoring Potter.
Harry managed to fall asleep within a few minutes, hoping he wouldn't dream.
Chapter Title: His Father’s Place
Words: 2634 Words
Draco made his way downstairs to the study. It had been his father's study and Draco had hardly changed it in the two years since Lucius's death. The room was dominated by a dark, rich hardwood desk. The desk chair and the other furniture in the room were upholstered in dark green leather. Lucius's cane rested in one corner. Draco took his place in the chair behind the desk.
Harry sat down on the floor next to the chair, hating that he wasn’t allowed to walk and see everything around him.
Draco reached for the first of a pile of letters waiting for him. He picked up a dagger-shaped letter opener and began opening and reading his mail.
Harry pulled his knees up to his chest and sat glaring at Malfoy. Was he expected to just sit there and be quiet?
Draco tried to ignore Potter, despite the way he kept shifting noisily on the floor, and focused on his work.
"What am I supposed to do?" Harry asked a while later, frowning.
"You are supposed to sit quietly," Draco sighed, glancing down at Potter.
"I'm not a dog, Malfoy."
"You are my dog now," Draco snapped.
"I don't think so," Harry muttered, sulking.
Draco scowled, standing up abruptly so that his chair slid back. He whirled on Harry, drawing his wand as he did. "Get on your hands and knees, now!"
Harry stared at Malfoy for a moment before shifting forward, getting onto his hands and knees. Malfoy was so easily angered.
Draco glared at the man on the floor, a dozen images of torments flitting through his mind. Just the sight of Harry on his knees like this aroused him. He began unfastening his trousers.
Harry didn't look back at him, silently berating himself for mouthing off. The worst part was that he wasn’t sure what Malfoy was going to do next.
"Look at me," Draco commanded coldly, stroking his cock as he looked down at Harry.
Harry slowly looked up, leaning away a bit and shivering at the sight.
Draco bent and opened the bottom drawer of Lucius's desk. His own desk, he corrected himself. He reached in and pulled out a worn but sturdy hardwood paddle.
Harry watched him quietly, eyeing the paddle. He hoped it wasn't for what he thought.
Draco had never wielded the paddle before, but he knew how much it hurt. He swung it back in his right hand and brought it down with a heavy smack on Potter's arse.
Harry jumped, crying out at the sudden pain. It stung, and Harry wanted to crawl away, but he knew he couldn't without even more pain.
Draco watched with fascination as Harry's white arse turned pink. He smiled wickedly and hit him again.
Harry tensed before the next one, squeezing his eyes shut and groaning quietly.
Draco's cock twitched at the feel and sound of the blow. "I had to endure this paddle too many times because of you," he sneered and struck Harry again with a couple more loud blows.
Harry rested his forehead on the floor, figuring out it only hurt more if he tensed up, so he tried to relax. But that didn't work because he would just tense up again every time he heard Malfoy speak.
After the fifth blow, Draco stood panting and aroused, his cock dripping. He stepped behind Harry then, reaching a hand down to trail his nails over bright red flesh.
Harry moaned and tried to twist away from those fingers, his skin too sensitive.
Draco chuckled, setting aside the paddle and using both hands to scratch Harry's sore flesh.
Harry's hands moved to grip anything on the hardwood floor, but found nothing. Harry clenched his hands into fists as he cried out yet again.
The cries of Harry in pain made Draco moan in pleasure. He was tempted to fuck Harry right then. The man's posture with his arse in the air was quite hot. Draco cast a lube charm on himself, then continued to pinch that red flesh with one hand as he began to stroke his own cock with the other.
Harry wiped away a few unwanted tears as more threatened to spill. He kept jerking away from Malfoy’s fingers, his arse feeling like it was on fire.
"Spread your knees apart," Draco snapped.
Harry looked back at Malfoy as he spread his knees, glancing at his lubricated cock. "No," Harry whispered, biting his lip. Sucking Malfoy was bad enough, but he was still sore from the first time.
Draco looked at that swollen, red, puckered hole and grinned. "Yesss," he hissed. He reached for Harry's hair then and yanked hard, pulling him up. "Stand.”
Harry winced as he stood, still protesting.
Draco dragged him the few feet over to the desk and roughly shoved Harry face down, bent over it.
Harry turned his head, breathing hard as he began to panic. "No, please! It hurts!"
"Good, I hope it hurts," Draco answered. "I hope it’s agony. Spread your legs again." He kept one hand in Harry's hair, cruelly twisting it as he held him down. The other he used to position his cock.
"Don't," Harry whispered, having no choice but to spread his legs again.
"Beg me," Draco said, rubbing the head of his cock against that swollen opening.
"Please don't," Harry said quietly, squeezing his eyes shut at the sting caused just from the cock rubbing up against his abused hole.
Draco chuckled even more wickedly. "No, beg me to fuck you."
Harry gritted his teeth, but then moaned at the fresh wave of pain from not saying anything. "Fuck m-me," Harry stuttered quietly.
"Beg," Draco emphasised, hand twisting more in that thick hair.
Harry winced again. "Please ... fuck me.”
"More," Draco insisted.
"Please, I w-want you to … please fuck me," Harry murmured, just wanting to get it over with now.
Draco shoved then, not slowly or smoothly, but as a rough intrusion into Harry's sore body.
Harry cried out, beginning to sob before Draco was even fully inside of him. "It hurts!" he yelled.
Draco was thrilled to hear it and he pushed until his cock was completely embedded deep inside Harry's twitching body, the warm reddened flesh of Harry's arse flush against that of his own hips.
"Please," Harry whimpered, pressing his face against the wood of the desk, already wet with his tears.
"Cry, beg, or scream – it doesn’t matter," Draco taunted. "You're mine now, Potter." He pressed his free hand into the small of Harry's back as he pulled back, feeling Harry's flesh along his cock.
"No, never," Harry gasped. He would never admit to being owned by Malfoy, no matter what the situation was.
Draco just laughed. The sound had a hysterical edge to it. He plunged forward again, beginning to pound into Harry's flesh, shoving him into the desk.
Harry screamed with every thrust. It was almost as if it helped him get through the agony and humiliation of being violated this way.
Draco knew from personal experience Potter's hips would be bruised where they repeatedly hit the edge of the desk. The memory made him angrier and he rammed harder, fucking the other man violently until he came, screaming wordlessly and collapsing atop Potter.
Harry didn't move, breathing in short pants as his body trembled. It was worse than the first time, and Harry never thought he'd think that. Ever.
Draco lay pressed against Harry's back, panting into that dark hair. After a few minutes, he pushed himself back and off of him. As his cock slid out, come and more blood trickled down Harry's legs. Draco startled, looking down and seeing blood on his own cock. An image flashed into his mind – an image of someone else's cock with Draco's blood on it. To his own shock, he became immediately ill, dropping to his knees and vomiting on the floor beside the desk.
Harry flinched at the sound before he slowly moved to get up. His legs didn't seem to want to cooperate and he fell to the floor, on his side, curling up. He could smell vomit and he wondered what was wrong with Malfoy.
Draco was on his hands and knees still, panting and trying to control himself. When he was able, he Summoned his wand and cast a Cleaning Charm on the mess. Then he looked at Potter. Without thinking, he also cast a Cleaning Charm on the man.
Harry flinched again at the spell, his body still throbbing along with his rapid heartbeat.
Draco forced himself to get up, staggering a bit when he stood. He cast another Cleaning Charm, on himself this time, before tucking his cock back into his own clothing. Then he forced himself to walk, rather than stagger, over to a wooden cupboard where he stored a supply of potions. He chose one, closed the cupboard and walked back to where Harry still lay on the floor. He held it out. "Drink this," he said.
Harry eyed the potion before he took it, leaning up a bit so he could drink it. At that point he didn't care if Malfoy was poisoning him or not.
Draco took the empty vial and re-corked it, laying it on the desk and then sitting down heavily in the chair.
Harry lay back down on the floor, quietly watching Malfoy through his fringe. He still wondered what had happened.
Draco sat staring at Potter, his face as impassive as the mask he wore at Death Eater gatherings. When hadn't that been true? He had worn a mask of one type or another his entire life.
After a while Harry found he wasn't feeling worse due to the potion, but better. It must've been a Healing Potion. He still felt slightly sore, but not to the point where he couldn't move. "Why the Healing Potion? Why rape me and then be nice to me?”
"I'm not being nice," Draco snapped, eyes narrowed. "You are my property. I take care of what's mine."
"You just decide that or something, did you?" Harry asked with a scowl, turning away from him.
Draco huffed, pulling his chair back up to the desk. He frowned at the mess of scattered papers and spilt ink. He took out his wand and began cleaning up, then sorting.
Harry stayed quiet, glad Malfoy didn't get up and beat him again for talking back. His stomach grumbled in the quiet and he turned over again, looking at him. "I'm hungry."
Draco looked up at the antique clock on the wall and realised it was after his usual afternoon break. He stood up, straightening his clothes and then heading for the door.
Harry got up and followed him slowly, thinking something really must've changed Malfoy's attitude. If he said that before, he was sure it would've earned him a slap.
Draco made his way down the hall to the dining room. It was huge, meant for large gatherings. His place was already set at one end and he sat down. Food appeared immediately. He forced himself to eat.
Harry knelt on the floor next to him after he looked around the large room. He watched Malfoy eat, shaking his head with a sigh. "If you're not hungry, why force yourself?" Harry muttered.
Draco scowled, more determined than ever to make himself eat. He controlled himself. No one else. That was his goal in life. Mastery of self.
Harry scowled a bit, then sighed. "Don't eat it all," he whispered, his stomach grumbling again.
Draco managed to eat until he had enough to sustain him for the moment. Then he set the still more than half full plate on the floor and sat back in his chair.
Harry ate roast beef and cheese, glancing curiously up at Malfoy every now and then. "What's wrong with you?"
Draco's eyes narrowed. "Whatever are you talking about?"
"Whatever’s wrong with you?" Harry repeated around a mouthful of meat. He finished the food then pushed the plate away. "You haven't hit me again, that's one thing."
"Should I?" Draco sneered.
"No, you shouldn't, but earlier you were more than happy to."
"I did hit you, and nearly tore your hair out by the roots and then I ...." Draco trailed off, scowling again and looking away.
"Then you raped me," Harry finished quietly. He blinked, surprised he could admit it already.
"You're mine," Draco bristled. "I have the right to do as I please with you."
"And then you vomited," Harry went on, as if Malfoy hadn’t spoken. "Because of what you did?"
"We are not talking about this," Draco said, standing abruptly and heading out of the room quickly.
Harry wanted to leave him alone, but there was the other command there, one that forced him to follow Malfoy anyway. "Just admit it," Harry said, scrambling to keep up with him.
"That I raped you?" Draco hissed, turning and glaring down at him. "Yes, I did. And if you are very lucky, I will do it every fucking day."
"No, admit you have a problem," Harry said, glaring right back at him.
"You are my problem," Draco snapped. "You have been my problem for as long as I can fucking remember!”
“So why the hell do you keep me then?” Harry retorted. “Why not kill me and be done with it?”
That tore it. Draco backhanded him, sending him spinning to the floor.
Harry grunted, pressing his hand against his cheek as he looked over his shoulder. "What? Not sick yet?" He knew he was digging himself into a hole, but he loved finally being able to taunt Malfoy again.
"Shut up, Potter!" Draco yelled, hands clenched into fists and face turning red.
"Or else what?" Harry asked. Pain blossomed as he defied the order.
Draco stood with his hands on his hips, scowling and waiting for the spell to do its work.
Harry fell back on the floor as the pain grew more intense, cries escaping him as he writhed on marble.
"Every time you disobey me it will get worse," Draco reminded him, watching him.
Harry shook his head, tears falling from his eyes again. "Sorry," he gasped, wanting it to stop. It didn't help, only made it worse, and he started to scream.
Draco waited, letting the pain build for another minute and then he spoke. "I release the last command."
Harry slowly stilled, turning on his side as he coughed a bit, his throat feeling raw. He supposed he had asked for that.
"You seem to think this is some kind of school rivalry again," Draco drawled. "You lost, Potter. Get used to it."
"You're just jealous," Harry whispered as he panted, swallowing.
"Jealous of being a slave? Hardly," Draco said with a sigh, then turned and walked off again.
Harry crawled after him, falling a few times as his muscles were still shaky.
Draco made his way to another part of the Manor. He usually spent afternoons in his Potions Lab. Here the world was neat and ordered. He kept the place spotless. He was in complete control.
Harry sighed gratefully when he finally stopped inside what looked like a lab. "Of course," he murmured, moving to lie down.
"Sit in the corner," Draco said pointing to one side. "I don't want to trip over you while I work."
"Work on what?" Harry asked, moving to the corner of the room and laying down.
"Potions," Draco snapped, beginning to set out ingredients. He propped up a well-worn book in a book stand, turning it to a place he had marked.
"Thanks for stating the obvious," Harry said sarcastically, curling up as he closed his eyes.
Draco huffed and began working, ignoring Potter.
Harry managed to fall asleep within a few minutes, hoping he wouldn't dream.