The Contract

Chapter 32 – The Morning After



As promised, when Draco and Harry woke, there was nothing even hinting towards sexual between them. A sly smile was exchanged though before Draco slipped out and sauntered into the loo. Draco took a bit of a long shower to erase his arousal when he woke with arms full of his favorite Harry. While Draco was showering, however, Harry woke with an erection that would not go down. For the first time, he stroked his length.



The collar heated around his neck. But, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself now, as he could still smell Draco’s scent on the pillow. He thought of the voice of the blonde as he had taken command the day before. ”I claim you Harry James Potter!” Was forefront on his thoughts as his fisting increased in speed, getting caught every few times on the ‘Prince Albert’ piercing that he got just before he returned to school only made the moment of pain more delicious. Panting with the desire to end before Draco emerged from the shower or the collar strangled him, he groaned then gave a small shout of “DRACO!” as he came, over and over, coating his abdomen.



Draco had just opened the door a bit when he heard the panting, almost begging, sounds that had filtered into the loo when the shower ended. Watching close, he saw Harry’s fist, almost a blur, stroke his hard cock. Draco touched his considerable tummy, knowing that beautiful cock was the reason he was carrying the precious gift. He was pulled out of his momentary musings when he heard the shout and witnessed Harry ejaculate as it covered his body.



Draco’s legs were shaking as he realized he wanted nothing more than to lick that seed covering Harry. Luckily, before he could do anything of the sort, Harry wandlessly cleaned the mess. Even though he was spent, he covered up and closed his eyes as the collar released the constriction around his throat and his breathing returned to normal.



The door opened fully. Draco came into the room dripping wet. “You were to follow me in and dry me. Do it now.” Harry was up in a flash without speaking. Taking the proffered towel, he gently, lovingly wiped the man’s body from the tips of his toes to the neckline. Pausing at the more than slight bulging of the lower abdomen. Pulling out of the thoughts when he heard Draco ask, “When did you get pierced?”



Harry grinned. “The day before I returned to Hogwart's. I felt like I needed to do something special.”



Draco nodded. “I knew about the ones in your mouth, which are a bit distracting, but I had not realized until this morning that you were pierced otherwise.” He reached out and flicked the nipple ring before sliding his hand down the man’s torso to the belly-button ring. Pulling lightly, he noticed that Harry shivered and his cock came to attention.



Trying to think of something to say, Harry settled on asking, “Didn’t we take a bath together last night?”



The blonde smiled, which softened his face, “Yes, we did, Har…Pet. But I was trying very hard not to look at you too much. I was a bit afraid I would lose my resolve and end up begging you to be inside of me…” Draco stepped away and pulled on pants and trousers. “And I needed to have my wits about me for our conversation today. Go use the loo, shower and get dressed. I’ll see about getting us breakfast, assuming the house elves haven’t already set it out for us.”



It turned out that the elves had set out breakfast for them. An elf had also left several thick scrolls of mail for Draco. It was early, but not overly so when they ate. Draco noticed that Harry was calmer than he had seen him since their time in the Manor.



They ate in companionable silence while Draco read the scrolls. The first was Lucius’ will, in full, and was rather lengthy. It mentioned that damned journal once again. He would ask Severus if he would retrieve it. The bank had also continued to forward him tidbits that would aid him in discovering what danger he and his children were in.



Standing, he told Harry that he was to join him on a trip to the Great Hall, but he was not to enter or speak to anyone besides Ron or Hermione. He then summoned an elf to ask that they meet him there. Being dressed and ready, Harry had said nothing up to, “Thank you, Yes Sir, or Can I help you with that?” For which Draco was thrilled because he just wasn’t sure he could have explained anything else to Harry at that moment.



The two went to the Great Hall; the Gryffindors were waiting for them. Before Ron escorted Draco into the hall, he gave permission to speak freely with Hermione, who then pulled Harry out of the mainstream. “How are you Harry?” She asked.



“Scare, confused, incredibly content in some ways, secure and yet I know I am going to fall. He is trying so hard, but I am not worth the effort. And why did Ron leave us?” His smile was infectious.



“Because he wanted to make sure that Draco was alright. He has saved Draco a dozen times since we got back from stray hexes. Ravenclaw is the worst. Part of the student body still considers you a hero, the other portion thinks you are a sick individual who should have stayed in St. Mungo’s, and then there are most of the upper classmen who just wonder what the heck is going on between you two.” She finished with a smile. “I, for one, just want you to be happy.”



“Thanks. Here they come.” Ron and Draco returned from delivering a request to Severus. Ron looked for permission from Draco, which was odd on its best day, before opening his arms to Harry. A quick nod giving Harry permission was all it took for Harry to enter into the arms of his best friend and hold him close.



When it was over, Harry pulled back, “I’ve missed you too. I’m really sorry I’ve been such an ass to everyone, but especially you two. Forgive me?”



“If this git,” Ron pointed to Draco with a smile that was returned by the blonde, “makes you happy, then go for it. Hermione puts me over the moon and you wouldn’t stand in our way.” Hermione blushed. “And once he stopped strutting around like he owned the place, he turned out to be… well,” Ron said with an evil grin, “he’s not too bad. Could even count him a friend if he can keep you in line.”



That statement earned him twin smacks from Hermione and Draco, but since they were both smiling, all was good. “So, Draco, is everything okay?”



“Yes, I got not only his complete Will from the solicitors this morning and read it over, I also got some other information that I may need help with. There is a journal that he kept referring to that he swears I need. So, I asked if Severus could go over to the Manor with me while Harry cleans up the Potions Lab.” At the mention of the Manor, Harry’s body became stiff.



Noticing, Draco looked at him, “Assume the position. If you want to say something, you will either say it or we will discuss it in length behind closed doors.” Harry hit his knees. Draco looked for a moment like he could cry, but hid it once again quickly. “Now, I apologize for that, but no one else will see him over here.” The three readjusted themselves to hide Harry. Looking down, he said, “Harry, if you want to be part of this conversation, you have to use words. Stand up if you want to say something, or stay there if you want to listen.” Harry stayed on the floor.



Sighing he continued, “As I was saying, we have to retrieve the journal and I have to read it. Harry won’t be with me, as I doubt he will be much help as he ends up like this at just the thought of the Manor. But I will read it this evening and figure out what is going on.”



“I’d be glad to help.” Hermione said, “Say 4:00? Two hours before dinner would give us a good start. Ron can play Harry in chess.”



“Actually, no, I am not ready for him to have any company yet. Tomorrow would be better for us. Would that be okay? Maybe have a late brunch in our…my quarters?” They agreed. “But, Harry will be cleaning his mess in the dungeons, and even though Ron has a Quiddich game today that you would be willing to start looking over the pages I have been sent. There is a vast amount, and I find that with Harry in the room, I doubt I would be able to study long.”



“Of course, I’ll meet you at your quarters in half an hour, then I’ll work in there while you are gone. We’ll decide what to do when you return. It’ll be a good head start for me though.” Hermione said. They quickly agreed to the plan, as well as Ron supervising Harry’s progress on the Potions Lab until the Quiddich match. With another quick hug they separated.



Returning to their quarters, Harry apologized to Draco. Draco accepted it and moved on by asking Harry to join him in the living area. Harry crawled behind him. Part of Draco wanted to beat the brunette for being in a position of servitude. The other more vocal part reminded him that Harry was following the rules and had actually broken them when he had been dried earlier.



Sitting in a wingback chair, Draco noticed that Harry assumed the position next to it. “Come closer and relax your stance. I want to talk to you and it’s distracting when I see that.” Harry moved closer and sat on the floor with his arms around Draco’s calf and his head on Draco’s lap.



Petting the dark, damp hair, Draco finally broached the topics they needed to discuss. “This morning, we will talk as men, not at Master and Servant. But you may stay where you are if you choose.” Harry did not move. “As you know, this morning, you and Ron will go to the Potion’s Classroom and you will repair it. Fully restore it to the best of your magical ability.



“While you are there, I will leave the castle for an hour or so. When I return, depending on how I feel, you and I will be going into London to replace the supplies you have destroyed. Upon our arrival back to Hogwart's, we will stock the storage closet, and you will apologize to the entire school and Severus for putting them all at risk. Then you will walk to me at the Slytherin table and sit, as you are now, through dinner.”



He felt Harry stiffen. “Sit up and look at me if you want to say something.” Draco challenged. Harry remained where he was. With another sigh, Draco counted to one hundred before continuing, “The terms of the original Contract are no longer valid. You may be punished, as you seem to enjoy physical pain more than humiliation. But you see,” Draco raised Harry’s face to look at him, “it makes me happy to see you do as I wish. I will be very proud of you. Also, when I am happy, you will find your fantasies come true.”



“Yes, sir.” Harry replied with a sly smile as his groin stirred with the promise of making Draco happy. He also looked forward to being in London again with the blonde. It would make quite the headline if they could actually find their way to be together again.



Draco inwardly found that the conflict between what he wanted to do, which was to hold and be held by this man warring with the words, he had been told by Albus, “You must get control of him or he will be expelled. The collar must remain in place, Draco, or he will become insane almost immediately.”



Draco wondered how much more control he would be forced to show before he could relax and simply love the man again.