Beg Me

Harry was stunned to see two sleek owls at his window later that evening.  He took the new letter from the same dark owl and set it aside.  Then took a thicker parchment from the golden eagle owl.  He decided to save Malfoy’s letter for last, he did not need to be in a bad mood for whomever sent him the second letter.

Harry’s eyes widened and then a wicked smile came to his mouth as Narcissa’s words penetrated his mind.    He wrote a reply to Mrs. Malfoy and tried to make it as readable as possible. He sent it off before he even opened the one he knew belonged to Draco.  No matter what it would say, he already knew his reply.  He scrawled it onto a small piece of parchment and sealed it with his wand.  The impression his magic left on the letter made the seal look like a kiss.  That would either shut the blond up or enflame him even more.  Harry laughed and then read through Draco’s letter.  It was more polite, but not what he wanted out of the arrogant prat.  

Draco had always had a way of getting under his skin like nobody else. Though there was something about the blond that excited him.  No other spark of life flickered with the others in his life, only Draco.  This could be more fun than he had anticipated… and Mrs. Malfoy gave him full leeway.  He would take it.

He pictured the blond begging for his help.  Those silver eyes pleading with him, lips pouring out pleas.  The picture in his mind morphed from the simple begging for a potion to begging on his knees and Harry groaned at the sight.  He pressed his palm to his trousers and decided to refocus on his research instead of his darker thoughts.

Harry went back to his desk and sat down to his research after about an hour he penned a few ideas for ingredients for the cloth color changing potion and then moved on to send a request to the ministry for Narcissa’s memories.  He might as well get started on Mrs. Malfoy’s potion.  He had asked about the effects of basic remedies in his reply, that would at least narrow down what not to try.  He only briefly remembered one of the dark rituals mentioned at the trial and decided to call a few books from his library to exclude that one.  Since it was only meant to prolong the life of Nagini, he was sure it was not the ritual to have caused the issue.

Harry sighed after he reviewed the texts in front of him.  He would have to wait for those memories after all. The first ritual was a no go.

Draco was at his wits end waiting for Potter’s reply.  He had been nicer, there was no way the man could take offence now.  Unless he just wanted to be pompous. The bird tapped at his window and he let it in quickly and tore open the parchment.  It was his letter returned with another small addition.

Mr. Potter,

I am asking nicely for you to help my family.  My mother needs a potion for pain and I will meet with you to discuss details at your convenience.

Draco Malfoy

Beg me!

HP

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