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Too Late
Chapter Number/Total: 4/20
Chapter Title: Too Late
Words: 3515 Words
Draco worked uninterrupted for the next few hours, managing to get a substantial number of items on his list completed. When Severus Snape was killed, by the Dark Lord himself, Draco had become Voldemort's Potions Master. It kept him off the front line and he was good at it.
Harry slept quietly before he began to dream again. At first, it was the same dream, and he was on the battlefield. Except it was different, and everywhere around him changed, the Death Eaters forming a circle around him like that night of the ceremony. Harry screamed when he felt Malfoy's hands on him, hitting him, and Malfoy forcing himself inside of Harry. And then suddenly he was bent over the desk and he screamed louder, twisting and turning to get away.
Draco cursed, dropping a tray of potions when Potter started screaming.
Harry jerked and pressed himself against the wall when he heard the crash, whimpering in his sleep. "Stop, please," he cried out.
"Fucking wake up, Potter," Draco shouted.
Harry only cried harder, trying to get away from his voice. "Don't ...."
Draco ignored the mess on the floor and strode over to Potter, bending down, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him.
Harry began to scream again as he felt pain, making him writhe in his sleep. "Stop," he cried out.
"Wake up, Potter, it's a dream," Draco repeated, unable to figure out how to get him to stop.
Harry opened his eyes with a gasp, staring at Draco as if he were still dreaming. "Don't," he whimpered, trying to pull away.
"Don't what?" Draco scowled, still holding him by the arms, his grip hard enough to bruise.
Harry opened his mouth to reply, but stopped, still staring at him. If this was real, he would never ask that. "Nothing ...."
"You just ruined half of the work I accomplished today," Draco said, shoving Potter away and getting to his feet.
Harry looked at the mess of the room, noticing the glass and coloured liquid pooled around it. "How?"
"You had another of your episodes," Draco sneered, drawing his wand and cleaning the mess. "Do you have any idea what will happen to me if I fall behind in my work? Fucking self-centred git."
"It's not like I meant to," Harry snapped, flushing in embarrassment. Is that what they were? Episodes?
"Well, it's not as if the Dark Lord will give a damn whether or not you meant to!”
"Then just blame it on me like you do with everything else!"
Draco's temper flared again and he shook with rage, stalking over to where Potter still sat on the floor. "You are an idiot!" he yelled. "Do you know what happens to you if he gets angry with me?"
"No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me!’
"Imagine that crowd you saw last night,” Draco said, pausing and then added, “Now imagine yourself fair game to the lot of them."
Harry paused then. The whole crowd .... "But I'm supposed to belong to you."
"Yes, count your blessings," the blond snarled.
"You're just trying to scare me. That won't happen," Harry whispered, a shiver of fear going down his spine.
Draco snorted. "It almost did." He turned back to make notes in his lab log about the broken potions.
"It did?" Harry asked.
Draco rolled his eyes. "It was me or them," he said. "I called in a favour." He couldn't believe he just admitted that to Potter.
"I guess ... I guess I'm glad you did then," Harry said, lifting his face to look at the blond. Had Malfoy really saved him from a worse fate?
Draco huffed and finished his notes. "I will need to complete twice as many tomorrow," he mused quietly.
Harry felt bad now. "I could help."
Draco snorted at that. "From what I remember, you might get us both killed."
"I've gotten better, Malfoy."
"You cheated.”
"Did not."
Draco walked to the bookcase filled with potions books and pulled out a familiar volume. He held up Snape’s old potion book so Harry could see. "Severus told me."
Harry glanced at the book. "I needed that potion."
"You cheated," Draco said. "Almost Slytherin of you that. Too bad you didn't remember those tactics later."
"I've gotten better without cheating, though," Harry insisted.
"I'll consider it," Draco said grudgingly. "Work day is over, though," he said and replaced the book and other tools he had gotten out.
Harry nodded then sighed. "Can I go to the loo?"
Draco nodded. "Well, come on," he said, leaving the room.
Harry would've liked to go alone, but he followed.
Draco pointed to a door. "In there, and in the future you have permission to go without me as long as you always ask first and return to me immediately after. And, so you don’t make a mess, you may stand when you are in there and alone," he said. "I will be in the sitting room. It's that room there," he said pointing.
"Right," Harry said, already heading to the other door.
Draco made his way to his sitting room and sat down in his favourite chair beside the fire. An elf brought his favourite brandy. He sat sipping it and thinking about the day.
Harry went inside and used the bathroom, standing up and looking at himself in the mirror for the first time in a while. There was a bruise on his cheek from the slap and, when he checked, he saw bruises on his hips from the desk earlier that day. He sighed, splashing water on his face. He wished he could put on clothing. He relieved himself and left a few minutes later, once again crawling his way to the sitting room.
He found Malfoy sitting in a large, dark brown leather chair by the fireplace. There was a rug on the floor underneath it.
Harry sat down on the bit of rug, slowly getting comfortable.
Draco picked up the book he had been reading and tried to focus on it, letting the quiet crackle of the fire soothe his nerves.
Harry lay down, watching the fire, too. He forced himself to stay awake, not wanting to bother Malfoy with another nightmare.
Draco was content to read for a while, sipping his drink and enjoying the peace. Others would probably wonder about his quiet lifestyle, but that was their problem. Since the experiences of the last couple of years, he had come to appreciate being left alone.
Harry turned over and looked at Malfoy, the fire boring him. He never thought that he'd be lying down in front of a fire with Malfoy of all people. "Why aren't you married?"
Draco startled, almost having forgotten Potter was there. "You ask a lot of questions," he said. "And, I choose not to be."
"Don't you need to have an heir?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Draco said.
"So, are you going to have to have one?"
"You sound like my parents."
"I'm just bored," Harry murmured.
"My parents had a plan for me. They are dead," Draco sighed. "It might not be politically prudent to admit, but the Malfoy line will most likely end with me."
"Same with Potter," Harry said with a shrug.
Draco almost made a nasty comment but curiosity got the better of him. "If you had won, what then?" he asked.
"I don't know. I might've gotten married, for all I know."
"You and that Weasley girl?" Draco asked.
"Maybe." Harry's heart clenched slightly at the memory of Ginny.
"I was supposed to marry Parkinson," Draco said quietly. "She died in that big raid last summer."
"Ginny died, too. Didn’t even finish Hogwarts," Harry replied softly.
"You loved her?" Draco asked, book now closed in his lap.
"I ... I guess I did.”
Draco nodded, staring into the flames.
"I didn't want her to get hurt so I broke up with her," Harry went on quietly. "That didn't help."
"No, it wouldn't have," Draco said, thinking about the friends of his who were dead now. At least half those who started in Slytherin his year were dead.
"This all wasn't supposed to happen ...."
"There is no ‘supposed to,’" Draco said. "There is only what is and what you can make happen. Anything else is a waste of effort."
"I wanted to win," Harry mumbled, closing his eyes.
"Then you should have done whatever it took instead of trying to play by the rules," Draco said, none of his usual sneer in the statement.
"I did, really ... I don't know what happened," Harry whispered.
Draco set the book aside and got to his feet. He frowned at Potter. "Whatever happened to your glasses? I thought you couldn't see without them?"
"I took an Eye Repair Potion a while ago," Harry murmured after a moment of hesitation. "Hermione insisted ...."
"Expensive potion," Draco said.
"She managed," Harry replied quietly, staring hard into the flames of the fire. He missed her.
Draco stood watching him for a moment. "Come on, I'm going to my room," he said.
Harry looked up at him before he slowly uncurled, getting to his knees again.
Draco actually waited for Potter to get up this time and then walked from the room, heading to his own bedroom. Once there he went directly into the bathroom where his bath was waiting as usual.
Harry crawled tiredly after him, following Malfoy into the bathroom, wondering if this time he'd be allowed to take a proper bath.
Draco stripped his clothing, dropping them into a basket set there for that purpose, and climbed into the hot water, sinking in with a sigh.
"Can I come in?"
"In my bath? Of course not," Draco huffed. "But if you behave yourself, you can wash after me."
"Why not in your bath?" Harry asked.
"Because we are not lovers, Potter," the blond snapped. "You are my slave. Don't forget that."
"You only take baths with lovers?" Harry asked. He never had a lover like that before.
"I have never taken a bath with anyone," Draco replied. "Do you normally bathe with others?"
"No," Harry said, and then muttered under his breath, “Can’t even have a warm bath ….”
"First, your comfort is not my concern," Draco drawled. "Second, it has a Warming Charm built into the tub."
"It felt colder last night."
"Your imagination, I am sure," Draco snapped. "Now, if you would stop pestering me, I am trying to relax."
"What am I supposed to do in the meantime?"
Draco had lain back in the water, eyes closed. "You are supposed to sit and wait.”
"Back to the dog thing again," Harry murmured, sighing.
"Yes, exactly," Draco snapped.
"But I'm not." Harry lay down in front of the tub.
Draco ignored the complaint, concentrating on washing himself instead. After he was thoroughly cleaned, he lay back letting the warmth ease his tension. This was the second part of the day in which Draco usually satisfied his own needs. He found, in spite of everything, he couldn't bring himself to do that with Potter right there.
Harry really didn't like being treated like some animal. He couldn’t believe he was just supposed to sit and wait for Malfoy to be done before he could take his own bath. It was ridiculous. Harry was a human being and it shouldn't matter if he was bound to Malfoy as a slave or not. If he actually said that, Harry'd be in a world of pain. He sighed.
Finally, Draco got up, water cascading down his body. He stretched and then stepped out of the bath, taking his wand and casting the Drying Charms.
Harry got up and slipped into the tub before Malfoy could say anything, sighing and reaching for the soap.
Draco huffed. "Next time ask permission first," he said, then turned to finish his grooming.
"I ask for everything else," Harry murmured, rubbing the soap over his skin.
"Potter, I am tired," Draco complained, "don't make me have to punish you."
Harry smirked a bit, glancing at him. "You think you're tired."
"You spent most of the afternoon sleeping," Draco said with a huff. "I worked and then you ruined most of that!"
"Both of which were partly your fault," Harry said, dipping his hands in the water.
"I swear you don't want to finish the damn bath!" Draco snapped, angry. "Out, now!"
"You said you were too tired," Harry murmured with a scowl, but got up and out of the tub.
"And I also said I would punish you if you didn't behave properly," he snapped, stalking into the bedroom.
"But I was," Harry replied, going after him.
"You never learn, do you?" Draco sneered, face flushed with anger. "You treat this like a game!"
"Sometimes that's better ...."
"I'll show you better," Draco snapped. "Stand next to the bedpost and raise your hands!"
"Is it too late to say I’m sorry?" Harry asked, crawling over to the post, before standing and cautiously raising his hands.
Draco cast Incarcerous and magical bindings slid around Harry's wrists, tying him to the post.
Harry swallowed, beginning to pull at the ropes. It was too much like that first night and he didn't want to admit it, but it scared him.
Draco was naked, angry and inexplicably aroused, too. He hated that Potter always got to him like this. He should never have asked for him. But now that he had, he had better make it worth it.
Harry looked everywhere but at Draco, noticing how he had gotten himself into this for the second time that day.
Draco stepped up to where the man was bound, looking him up and down. Potter was not as tall as Draco, but he still had the muscle tone of the Quidditch player. Draco allowed himself to really look at him this time.
Harry could feel his skin flush, wishing Draco would just do whatever he wanted then leave him alone.
Draco was aroused but he didn't want a repeat of the afternoon. He tried to consider the best way to punish Potter. The man seemed to crave attention, even punishment. Draco smiled wickedly then. He Summoned a leather chair from across the room and sat down, leaning back and spreading his legs. "Potter, watch me until I tell you otherwise," he ordered.
Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked at Malfoy, wondering what the man was planning on doing.
Draco cast Unguentatus to slick himself and began to stroke his cock, hooking one leg over the arm of the chair so he was on display. His eyes were half-closed as he began to think about what it felt like when Harry sucked him off that morning.
Harry felt his skin flush at the look of Malfoy. He couldn't believe that Malfoy was forcing him to watch this, like he actually wanted to see. Harry didn't want to see, he wanted to look away, but he knew he couldn't without pain.
Draco found himself really enjoying the look of discomfort on Harry's face. At that moment, the man seemed like he would have preferred sucking Draco again. The blond grinned, really working himself now – fingers moving his foreskin up and down and squeezing the head. He used his other hand to twist his own nipples.
Harry tried closing his eyes for a moment, gasping softly as he was forced to open them again. He thought he would rather have done anything other than watch Malfoy, including suffer the curse's pain. And as his discomfort and embarrassment mounted, Harry was no longer sure watching Malfoy was the least painful option. But for some reason, Harry kept his eyes open.
Draco took his time, making sure to give himself the most glorious slow wank he had done in ages.
"Please stop," Harry said quietly, biting his lip. "Just stop ...."
"I am not doing anything to you, Potter," Draco replied, really enjoying the begging.
"I don't want to see this," Harry murmured, shaking his head.
Draco watched Potter squirm and was amused to see that the other man's cock was half hard now. That just made it more fun since he knew it would embarrass Potter. Draco let himself moan, really getting into it now.
Harry bit his lip when he noticed that he was getting aroused. He didn't know why, and he didn't want to, but he was. He bit his lip harder as his erection bobbed in the air. He couldn't touch himself, and he was almost sure Malfoy wouldn't.
Draco had meant to punish Harry but this was even better than he planned. He stopped for a minute, getting out of the chair and walking up to stand in front of the other man.
Harry was still forced to look up at Malfoy when the blond came over to him, his own face impossibly red. Harry tried to only look at Malfoy’s face or upper body, but he found himself glancing down and trembling at the sight of the other man’s cock so close to him.
Draco was still stroking his own cock, the tip only inches above Potter's as he looked into the other man's eyes.
Harry tried to move back, but there was nowhere for him to go. "Stop," he whispered, shaking his head
"No," Draco said, smiling as he pumped his hand faster.
Harry unconsciously thrust out with his hips, not knowing what he wanted. He really had never felt so confused.
Draco felt the other man's cock brush against the head of his cock and he could no longer hold back. He came, his hot seed spurting out and covering Potter's cock and belly.
Harry moaned quietly, watching Malfoy's face instead of looking down, but he felt the hot liquid splash his body.
Draco staggered back then, collapsing into the chair and panting.
Harry watched him sit with wide eyes, his own cock still hard and wet with Malfoy’s seed. Watching Malfoy come had made him painfully aroused and it really looked like nothing was going to be done about it.
Draco finally caught his breath, watching the other man squirm, cock jutting from his body. He was tempted to touch it but it wouldn't be much of a punishment then, would it? "Seems you liked that," he drawled.
"I didn't," Harry whispered quietly, still denying it, forgetting the evidence right in front of him.
Draco snorted, reached for his wand again and cast a Cleaning Charm on himself.
"What're you going to do?" Harry asked, watching him.
"I am going to sleep," Draco said, standing up and making his way over to the bed.
"What about me?" Harry asked, his eyes following him.
"What about you, Potter?" Draco asked as if the man weren't tied to his bed in a very aroused state.
"Aren't you going to let me down?" Harry asked, trying not to panic. He hated being tied up, but the thought of it happening overnight terrified him.
"You need to learn when to keep your mouth shut," Draco said by way of explanation, climbing in under the covers of his own bed.
"No, don't leave me here!" Harry said, beginning to struggle again.
"Don't make me put you in a Body-Bind, too," Draco threatened.
"I just don't want to be left like this, please," Harry said, panicking as he pulled at the ropes.
"And I don't like your attitude," Draco snapped.
"Take me down ... please!" Harry yelled.
Draco debated whether or not to place the man in the Body-Bind, cast a Silencing Charm or let him down. "And if I do?" he asked.
"I don't know! Just please ...."
"Will you rein in that mouth of yours, or at least put it to better use?" Draco asked with a smirk.
"I'll try," Harry whispered.
Draco sat up, looking at him. "You no longer have to watch me, that command is released. I am going to untie you but I have a new order for you," he said. "Potter, you cannot come unless I give permission."
Harry glanced down at the erection he still had, biting his lip gently. "Let me down now then."
"You are still giving me orders," Draco huffed, lying back down again.
"I didn't mean to!" Harry yelled.
Draco huffed and cast the Release Spell, as much because he knew Potter would yell all night if he didn't as any other reason.
Harry stumbled as he was let down, nearly falling a few times as he took a few deep breaths to calm himself.
Draco set his wand down and curled up under the covers. "You can sleep at the foot of the bed again, if you want," he said, closing his eyes.
Harry stared at the bed before he climbed on it, curling up at the foot of it. His erection brushed the sheets and he hissed softly, doing his best to ignore it as he closed his eyes for sleep.
Draco sighed contentedly and drifted off to sleep.
Harry tried to sleep the best he could, but every time he moved to get comfortable, he would feel the sheets rub against his erection. He didn't know how many hours later it was when he finally fell asleep.
Chapter Title: Too Late
Words: 3515 Words
Draco worked uninterrupted for the next few hours, managing to get a substantial number of items on his list completed. When Severus Snape was killed, by the Dark Lord himself, Draco had become Voldemort's Potions Master. It kept him off the front line and he was good at it.
Harry slept quietly before he began to dream again. At first, it was the same dream, and he was on the battlefield. Except it was different, and everywhere around him changed, the Death Eaters forming a circle around him like that night of the ceremony. Harry screamed when he felt Malfoy's hands on him, hitting him, and Malfoy forcing himself inside of Harry. And then suddenly he was bent over the desk and he screamed louder, twisting and turning to get away.
Draco cursed, dropping a tray of potions when Potter started screaming.
Harry jerked and pressed himself against the wall when he heard the crash, whimpering in his sleep. "Stop, please," he cried out.
"Fucking wake up, Potter," Draco shouted.
Harry only cried harder, trying to get away from his voice. "Don't ...."
Draco ignored the mess on the floor and strode over to Potter, bending down, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him.
Harry began to scream again as he felt pain, making him writhe in his sleep. "Stop," he cried out.
"Wake up, Potter, it's a dream," Draco repeated, unable to figure out how to get him to stop.
Harry opened his eyes with a gasp, staring at Draco as if he were still dreaming. "Don't," he whimpered, trying to pull away.
"Don't what?" Draco scowled, still holding him by the arms, his grip hard enough to bruise.
Harry opened his mouth to reply, but stopped, still staring at him. If this was real, he would never ask that. "Nothing ...."
"You just ruined half of the work I accomplished today," Draco said, shoving Potter away and getting to his feet.
Harry looked at the mess of the room, noticing the glass and coloured liquid pooled around it. "How?"
"You had another of your episodes," Draco sneered, drawing his wand and cleaning the mess. "Do you have any idea what will happen to me if I fall behind in my work? Fucking self-centred git."
"It's not like I meant to," Harry snapped, flushing in embarrassment. Is that what they were? Episodes?
"Well, it's not as if the Dark Lord will give a damn whether or not you meant to!”
"Then just blame it on me like you do with everything else!"
Draco's temper flared again and he shook with rage, stalking over to where Potter still sat on the floor. "You are an idiot!" he yelled. "Do you know what happens to you if he gets angry with me?"
"No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me!’
"Imagine that crowd you saw last night,” Draco said, pausing and then added, “Now imagine yourself fair game to the lot of them."
Harry paused then. The whole crowd .... "But I'm supposed to belong to you."
"Yes, count your blessings," the blond snarled.
"You're just trying to scare me. That won't happen," Harry whispered, a shiver of fear going down his spine.
Draco snorted. "It almost did." He turned back to make notes in his lab log about the broken potions.
"It did?" Harry asked.
Draco rolled his eyes. "It was me or them," he said. "I called in a favour." He couldn't believe he just admitted that to Potter.
"I guess ... I guess I'm glad you did then," Harry said, lifting his face to look at the blond. Had Malfoy really saved him from a worse fate?
Draco huffed and finished his notes. "I will need to complete twice as many tomorrow," he mused quietly.
Harry felt bad now. "I could help."
Draco snorted at that. "From what I remember, you might get us both killed."
"I've gotten better, Malfoy."
"You cheated.”
"Did not."
Draco walked to the bookcase filled with potions books and pulled out a familiar volume. He held up Snape’s old potion book so Harry could see. "Severus told me."
Harry glanced at the book. "I needed that potion."
"You cheated," Draco said. "Almost Slytherin of you that. Too bad you didn't remember those tactics later."
"I've gotten better without cheating, though," Harry insisted.
"I'll consider it," Draco said grudgingly. "Work day is over, though," he said and replaced the book and other tools he had gotten out.
Harry nodded then sighed. "Can I go to the loo?"
Draco nodded. "Well, come on," he said, leaving the room.
Harry would've liked to go alone, but he followed.
Draco pointed to a door. "In there, and in the future you have permission to go without me as long as you always ask first and return to me immediately after. And, so you don’t make a mess, you may stand when you are in there and alone," he said. "I will be in the sitting room. It's that room there," he said pointing.
"Right," Harry said, already heading to the other door.
Draco made his way to his sitting room and sat down in his favourite chair beside the fire. An elf brought his favourite brandy. He sat sipping it and thinking about the day.
Harry went inside and used the bathroom, standing up and looking at himself in the mirror for the first time in a while. There was a bruise on his cheek from the slap and, when he checked, he saw bruises on his hips from the desk earlier that day. He sighed, splashing water on his face. He wished he could put on clothing. He relieved himself and left a few minutes later, once again crawling his way to the sitting room.
He found Malfoy sitting in a large, dark brown leather chair by the fireplace. There was a rug on the floor underneath it.
Harry sat down on the bit of rug, slowly getting comfortable.
Draco picked up the book he had been reading and tried to focus on it, letting the quiet crackle of the fire soothe his nerves.
Harry lay down, watching the fire, too. He forced himself to stay awake, not wanting to bother Malfoy with another nightmare.
Draco was content to read for a while, sipping his drink and enjoying the peace. Others would probably wonder about his quiet lifestyle, but that was their problem. Since the experiences of the last couple of years, he had come to appreciate being left alone.
Harry turned over and looked at Malfoy, the fire boring him. He never thought that he'd be lying down in front of a fire with Malfoy of all people. "Why aren't you married?"
Draco startled, almost having forgotten Potter was there. "You ask a lot of questions," he said. "And, I choose not to be."
"Don't you need to have an heir?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Draco said.
"So, are you going to have to have one?"
"You sound like my parents."
"I'm just bored," Harry murmured.
"My parents had a plan for me. They are dead," Draco sighed. "It might not be politically prudent to admit, but the Malfoy line will most likely end with me."
"Same with Potter," Harry said with a shrug.
Draco almost made a nasty comment but curiosity got the better of him. "If you had won, what then?" he asked.
"I don't know. I might've gotten married, for all I know."
"You and that Weasley girl?" Draco asked.
"Maybe." Harry's heart clenched slightly at the memory of Ginny.
"I was supposed to marry Parkinson," Draco said quietly. "She died in that big raid last summer."
"Ginny died, too. Didn’t even finish Hogwarts," Harry replied softly.
"You loved her?" Draco asked, book now closed in his lap.
"I ... I guess I did.”
Draco nodded, staring into the flames.
"I didn't want her to get hurt so I broke up with her," Harry went on quietly. "That didn't help."
"No, it wouldn't have," Draco said, thinking about the friends of his who were dead now. At least half those who started in Slytherin his year were dead.
"This all wasn't supposed to happen ...."
"There is no ‘supposed to,’" Draco said. "There is only what is and what you can make happen. Anything else is a waste of effort."
"I wanted to win," Harry mumbled, closing his eyes.
"Then you should have done whatever it took instead of trying to play by the rules," Draco said, none of his usual sneer in the statement.
"I did, really ... I don't know what happened," Harry whispered.
Draco set the book aside and got to his feet. He frowned at Potter. "Whatever happened to your glasses? I thought you couldn't see without them?"
"I took an Eye Repair Potion a while ago," Harry murmured after a moment of hesitation. "Hermione insisted ...."
"Expensive potion," Draco said.
"She managed," Harry replied quietly, staring hard into the flames of the fire. He missed her.
Draco stood watching him for a moment. "Come on, I'm going to my room," he said.
Harry looked up at him before he slowly uncurled, getting to his knees again.
Draco actually waited for Potter to get up this time and then walked from the room, heading to his own bedroom. Once there he went directly into the bathroom where his bath was waiting as usual.
Harry crawled tiredly after him, following Malfoy into the bathroom, wondering if this time he'd be allowed to take a proper bath.
Draco stripped his clothing, dropping them into a basket set there for that purpose, and climbed into the hot water, sinking in with a sigh.
"Can I come in?"
"In my bath? Of course not," Draco huffed. "But if you behave yourself, you can wash after me."
"Why not in your bath?" Harry asked.
"Because we are not lovers, Potter," the blond snapped. "You are my slave. Don't forget that."
"You only take baths with lovers?" Harry asked. He never had a lover like that before.
"I have never taken a bath with anyone," Draco replied. "Do you normally bathe with others?"
"No," Harry said, and then muttered under his breath, “Can’t even have a warm bath ….”
"First, your comfort is not my concern," Draco drawled. "Second, it has a Warming Charm built into the tub."
"It felt colder last night."
"Your imagination, I am sure," Draco snapped. "Now, if you would stop pestering me, I am trying to relax."
"What am I supposed to do in the meantime?"
Draco had lain back in the water, eyes closed. "You are supposed to sit and wait.”
"Back to the dog thing again," Harry murmured, sighing.
"Yes, exactly," Draco snapped.
"But I'm not." Harry lay down in front of the tub.
Draco ignored the complaint, concentrating on washing himself instead. After he was thoroughly cleaned, he lay back letting the warmth ease his tension. This was the second part of the day in which Draco usually satisfied his own needs. He found, in spite of everything, he couldn't bring himself to do that with Potter right there.
Harry really didn't like being treated like some animal. He couldn’t believe he was just supposed to sit and wait for Malfoy to be done before he could take his own bath. It was ridiculous. Harry was a human being and it shouldn't matter if he was bound to Malfoy as a slave or not. If he actually said that, Harry'd be in a world of pain. He sighed.
Finally, Draco got up, water cascading down his body. He stretched and then stepped out of the bath, taking his wand and casting the Drying Charms.
Harry got up and slipped into the tub before Malfoy could say anything, sighing and reaching for the soap.
Draco huffed. "Next time ask permission first," he said, then turned to finish his grooming.
"I ask for everything else," Harry murmured, rubbing the soap over his skin.
"Potter, I am tired," Draco complained, "don't make me have to punish you."
Harry smirked a bit, glancing at him. "You think you're tired."
"You spent most of the afternoon sleeping," Draco said with a huff. "I worked and then you ruined most of that!"
"Both of which were partly your fault," Harry said, dipping his hands in the water.
"I swear you don't want to finish the damn bath!" Draco snapped, angry. "Out, now!"
"You said you were too tired," Harry murmured with a scowl, but got up and out of the tub.
"And I also said I would punish you if you didn't behave properly," he snapped, stalking into the bedroom.
"But I was," Harry replied, going after him.
"You never learn, do you?" Draco sneered, face flushed with anger. "You treat this like a game!"
"Sometimes that's better ...."
"I'll show you better," Draco snapped. "Stand next to the bedpost and raise your hands!"
"Is it too late to say I’m sorry?" Harry asked, crawling over to the post, before standing and cautiously raising his hands.
Draco cast Incarcerous and magical bindings slid around Harry's wrists, tying him to the post.
Harry swallowed, beginning to pull at the ropes. It was too much like that first night and he didn't want to admit it, but it scared him.
Draco was naked, angry and inexplicably aroused, too. He hated that Potter always got to him like this. He should never have asked for him. But now that he had, he had better make it worth it.
Harry looked everywhere but at Draco, noticing how he had gotten himself into this for the second time that day.
Draco stepped up to where the man was bound, looking him up and down. Potter was not as tall as Draco, but he still had the muscle tone of the Quidditch player. Draco allowed himself to really look at him this time.
Harry could feel his skin flush, wishing Draco would just do whatever he wanted then leave him alone.
Draco was aroused but he didn't want a repeat of the afternoon. He tried to consider the best way to punish Potter. The man seemed to crave attention, even punishment. Draco smiled wickedly then. He Summoned a leather chair from across the room and sat down, leaning back and spreading his legs. "Potter, watch me until I tell you otherwise," he ordered.
Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked at Malfoy, wondering what the man was planning on doing.
Draco cast Unguentatus to slick himself and began to stroke his cock, hooking one leg over the arm of the chair so he was on display. His eyes were half-closed as he began to think about what it felt like when Harry sucked him off that morning.
Harry felt his skin flush at the look of Malfoy. He couldn't believe that Malfoy was forcing him to watch this, like he actually wanted to see. Harry didn't want to see, he wanted to look away, but he knew he couldn't without pain.
Draco found himself really enjoying the look of discomfort on Harry's face. At that moment, the man seemed like he would have preferred sucking Draco again. The blond grinned, really working himself now – fingers moving his foreskin up and down and squeezing the head. He used his other hand to twist his own nipples.
Harry tried closing his eyes for a moment, gasping softly as he was forced to open them again. He thought he would rather have done anything other than watch Malfoy, including suffer the curse's pain. And as his discomfort and embarrassment mounted, Harry was no longer sure watching Malfoy was the least painful option. But for some reason, Harry kept his eyes open.
Draco took his time, making sure to give himself the most glorious slow wank he had done in ages.
"Please stop," Harry said quietly, biting his lip. "Just stop ...."
"I am not doing anything to you, Potter," Draco replied, really enjoying the begging.
"I don't want to see this," Harry murmured, shaking his head.
Draco watched Potter squirm and was amused to see that the other man's cock was half hard now. That just made it more fun since he knew it would embarrass Potter. Draco let himself moan, really getting into it now.
Harry bit his lip when he noticed that he was getting aroused. He didn't know why, and he didn't want to, but he was. He bit his lip harder as his erection bobbed in the air. He couldn't touch himself, and he was almost sure Malfoy wouldn't.
Draco had meant to punish Harry but this was even better than he planned. He stopped for a minute, getting out of the chair and walking up to stand in front of the other man.
Harry was still forced to look up at Malfoy when the blond came over to him, his own face impossibly red. Harry tried to only look at Malfoy’s face or upper body, but he found himself glancing down and trembling at the sight of the other man’s cock so close to him.
Draco was still stroking his own cock, the tip only inches above Potter's as he looked into the other man's eyes.
Harry tried to move back, but there was nowhere for him to go. "Stop," he whispered, shaking his head
"No," Draco said, smiling as he pumped his hand faster.
Harry unconsciously thrust out with his hips, not knowing what he wanted. He really had never felt so confused.
Draco felt the other man's cock brush against the head of his cock and he could no longer hold back. He came, his hot seed spurting out and covering Potter's cock and belly.
Harry moaned quietly, watching Malfoy's face instead of looking down, but he felt the hot liquid splash his body.
Draco staggered back then, collapsing into the chair and panting.
Harry watched him sit with wide eyes, his own cock still hard and wet with Malfoy’s seed. Watching Malfoy come had made him painfully aroused and it really looked like nothing was going to be done about it.
Draco finally caught his breath, watching the other man squirm, cock jutting from his body. He was tempted to touch it but it wouldn't be much of a punishment then, would it? "Seems you liked that," he drawled.
"I didn't," Harry whispered quietly, still denying it, forgetting the evidence right in front of him.
Draco snorted, reached for his wand again and cast a Cleaning Charm on himself.
"What're you going to do?" Harry asked, watching him.
"I am going to sleep," Draco said, standing up and making his way over to the bed.
"What about me?" Harry asked, his eyes following him.
"What about you, Potter?" Draco asked as if the man weren't tied to his bed in a very aroused state.
"Aren't you going to let me down?" Harry asked, trying not to panic. He hated being tied up, but the thought of it happening overnight terrified him.
"You need to learn when to keep your mouth shut," Draco said by way of explanation, climbing in under the covers of his own bed.
"No, don't leave me here!" Harry said, beginning to struggle again.
"Don't make me put you in a Body-Bind, too," Draco threatened.
"I just don't want to be left like this, please," Harry said, panicking as he pulled at the ropes.
"And I don't like your attitude," Draco snapped.
"Take me down ... please!" Harry yelled.
Draco debated whether or not to place the man in the Body-Bind, cast a Silencing Charm or let him down. "And if I do?" he asked.
"I don't know! Just please ...."
"Will you rein in that mouth of yours, or at least put it to better use?" Draco asked with a smirk.
"I'll try," Harry whispered.
Draco sat up, looking at him. "You no longer have to watch me, that command is released. I am going to untie you but I have a new order for you," he said. "Potter, you cannot come unless I give permission."
Harry glanced down at the erection he still had, biting his lip gently. "Let me down now then."
"You are still giving me orders," Draco huffed, lying back down again.
"I didn't mean to!" Harry yelled.
Draco huffed and cast the Release Spell, as much because he knew Potter would yell all night if he didn't as any other reason.
Harry stumbled as he was let down, nearly falling a few times as he took a few deep breaths to calm himself.
Draco set his wand down and curled up under the covers. "You can sleep at the foot of the bed again, if you want," he said, closing his eyes.
Harry stared at the bed before he climbed on it, curling up at the foot of it. His erection brushed the sheets and he hissed softly, doing his best to ignore it as he closed his eyes for sleep.
Draco sighed contentedly and drifted off to sleep.
Harry tried to sleep the best he could, but every time he moved to get comfortable, he would feel the sheets rub against his erection. He didn't know how many hours later it was when he finally fell asleep.