What the Devil Wants

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Harry sat quietly watching the rain as it splashed against the window and ran down the glass in tiny rivers. It was miserable, cold and wet and that was only outside Grimmauld Place, inside the atmosphere was far worse. An hour a go the house had been full Auror’s, Professors and all kinds of Wizards and Witches had been hustling and bustling about in frantic chaos. Harry had arrived back with Snape to a house in the throws of a crisis and instead of being welcomed home as a couple; Snape had simply been whisked away into the mayhem leaving Harry to fend for himself. Now though as the crowd had dispersed to their various order work Harry had been left alone in a silent house.

“What are you moping about Potter?” Harry rolled his eyes to himself as he heard Draco snap his book closed from over on the couch, before a blonde head appeared above the table lamp.

“I’m not moping.” Harry snapped as he tucked his feet under himself in the window seat and pressed his nose against the cold glass to try and see past the rain into the street beyond.

“For someone who has just got laid you’re pretty moody.” Draco snorted in amusement as he stood up from the couch and wandered over to where Harry was still sitting hunched up in the window seat.

“Fuck off Malfoy, like you care.” Harry snapped as he wrote his name in the condensation his breath had created on the window. Above him Harry heard Draco sigh heavily before the blonde pushed Harry’s feet aside and sat down beside him on the window seat.

“Congratulations.” Harry finally looked across at Draco and frowned deeply in confusion. Draco rolled his eyes and huffed contemptibly. “Don’t look at me like that Potter, I am capable of expressing positive emotions.” Harry nodded blankly and turned back to stare at the rain running down the window. Draco sighed yet again and pushed himself into the corner of the window before pulling a cushion across from the floor so that he could warm his feet. “How was he?” Draco whispered the sarcastic biting tone surprisingly absent from his voice.

“Alright.” Harry whispered with a non-committal shrug of his shoulders. Draco paused awkwardly in the silence. It was obvious Harry didn’t want to talk about it, but Draco wasn’t going to give up. After the life changing decision he’d just made, he knew he needed to make some allies among the group of people he’d just been thrown in amongst. Potter seemed the obvious choice of making friends.

“Can I see it?” Draco gestured to his own tattoo on his arm, the ugly infected dark mark raw and looking very sore and painful. Harry nodded and lifted his shirt and jumper, wincing a little when the edge of it caught.

“It hurts.” Harry whispered as he felt Draco’s cool fingertips circling the freshly carved and inked skin on Harry’s lower back. Draco knew Harry wasn’t just talking about the mark but kept quiet as he studied the fresh mark of ownership. The detail in the mark was beautiful and Draco silently admired it before helping Harry lower his shirt back down over it.

“Has he given you something for it?” Draco muttered as he watched Harry wince and swallowed heavily as he leant carefully back against the pillow. Harry turned his attention back to staring out of the window and silently shook his head. Harry hadn’t seen Snape since they’d stepped through the front door together earlier. Neither had they spoken to each other since Harry had awoken in the dusty little bedroom above the pub.

“No,” Harry spat the answer out darkly, the furrows in his brow deepening as he tried to stop his bottom lip from trembling. Draco stared at Harry closely quietly reading every expression that passed over Harry’s face. “I guess he was in too much of a hurry…” Harry trailed off his chin dropping to his chest as he closed his eyes and let a single tear leak out from the corner and roll down his cheek. Draco chewed the corner of his lip nervously before taking a deep breath in and reaching around Harry to pull the other boy in for an awkward hug. Harry broke down into choked sobs as he tried to hide his face with his hands. Draco soothed his hand over Harry’s shoulders as the boy continued to cry into his hands. “He’s used me.” Harry whispered out from between his fingers his chest aching in pain, and his head pounding with an unmanageable headache. “I feel sick.” Harry sobbed weakly unable to control his emotions. This hadn’t exactly been the way Harry had imagined being with Snape to be like, and he’d at least expected someone to acknowledge the fact he now officially belonged to Snape but no-one had even batted an eyelid when he’d stepped into Grimmauld Place earlier.

“You’re over reacting Harry. Snape’s too proud to just use someone, especially you. He’s just got a lot on his mind at the moment, everyone has.” Draco paused as he reached down to Harry’s hands and drew them away from the other boys face before gently running his fingertip over the ring that sparkled on Harry’s left hand. “You’re over emotional because off the binding, your bodies adjusting itself to become Snape’s sub. It’s making you more docile, more dependant on him. It probably doesn’t help your sharing magic with him too.” Harry nodded as he wiped at the tears still rolling down his cheeks. Harry had never seen Draco being so nice before, but then Harry supposed it had something to do with changing sides in the war only a few hours ago. “Mum said she slept for a week after her and Lucius got married. Lucius’ magic is twice as strong as mum’s, it exhausted her trying to get her own magic balanced again.” Draco shrugged his shoulders lightly as he gently eased himself up from the window seat and helped Harry get up as well.

“They didn’t tell me anything about this.” Harry whispered as he shuffled along beside Draco and out into the kitchen. Draco huffed a dark chuckle and shook his head.

“Don’t expect them to ever tell you anything important Harry. I don’t even know where I am and I sure as hell don’t know where everyone’s gone or what’s happening out there.” Draco gestured to the kitchen window irritably as he reached up into the cold store to grab two bottles of butter beer.

“You get used to it.” Harry accepted Draco’s offered butter beer along with the bottle of pain potion that the blonde silently handed Harry from another cupboard further along.

“Don’t worry Potter, everything will turn out okay eventually and I promise you Snape will come to his senses the moment his brain catches up with his dick…” With a lighthearted laugh Draco hooked his arm around Harry’s shoulders and drew the boy back into the living room to play a game of chess.

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