Cracking the Gold
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
36
Views:
36,525
Reviews:
229
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Soak, Scrub and---Silk?
Author\'s Note: Thanks all for the reviews again! ^-^ Am very happy that y\'all are enjoying it. :)
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Harry protested, trying to scramble away as the leather began expanding itself, only to find himself quickly confined. He protested a little louder as he felt it trying to snake through his legs. ~That~ just wasn\'t right... He did his best to pull the leather backwards with his hands, but failed miserably. Tensing when Draco snatch the end, Harry felt uncomfortable--like he hadn\'t before...--but he remained put, not sure he liked where Draco might be taking him.
Draco chuckled again, giving the lead another slight tug as he started walking, headed for his own room of course, couldn\'t do anything in the dining room right off, and anyway, not at all until the table had been cleared.
Harry felt as if the tug had pulled on the lump in his throat. He weakly managed to get to his feet, then slowly shuffled behind Malfoy in shame, head low, hair over his broken glasses and eyes.
Draco smiled as the other followed, he took the long way around of course, simply because he could. The master bedroom was as lavish and ornately opulent as one would think of a Malfoy, \"Come on then, first things first, get you clean.\"
Harry closed his eyes, keeping his head low, unfortuneately probably to Draco\'s happiness, not realizing that it could show submission. He was embarassed, he\'d lost the biggest fight the Wizarding world had ever seen, and now they all were paying for it. He would rather have won and killed both himself and Voldemort in the process.
Draco smiled, leaving him in the bathroom with the massive clamshell tub, an oriental folding screen in one corner, \"I\'ll leave you alone while you bathe. There\'ll be clothes laid out for you behind the screen. I\'ll be back in... half an hour, that sound like enough time?\"
Harry let his eyes travel the room, taking everything in. How could someone so mean have everything so good? He didn\'t understand. He snapped his thoughts back to the present when Draco spoke again. Not daring to ask what *kind* of clothes would be ready for him, he nodded. That would be enough time to soak his worries free, for a little while at least.
Draco nodded, giving the leash a tug, letting it unravel into his hand, \"And don\'t try anything foolish, I\'d have to punish you for that.\" And with that he was gone, the bathroom door sliding shut behind him.
Harry shivered as the leash freed him, as he moved to rub his wrists in what seemed like the first time in forever. Again, he didn\'t want to think about Malfoy\'s meaning behind his words--there could be too many variations at times. Being shy, he slid behind the screen and slowly peeled his torn clothes from his skin, skin which seemed like it was clinging to his bones for dear life. Boyishly covering himself, he made his way into the water, relaxing at the warmth.
There were any number of soaps and powders and lotions for his use, which shouldn\'t have been a surprise either.
The clothes that had been laid out for him were vaguely oriental styled, a loose underrobe of pale green, long sleeved and high-waisted, with a soft high collar to match, and then a darker green overrobe, slashed in places so that the paler green of the underrobe could be seen. Both were silk, the underrobe was shiny, and the outerrobe was brushed and rough-woven.
After sitting almost motionless for the half hour, Harry suddenly remembered where he was, and that Draco was coming back. Bloody hell if he\'d see him naked... Cursing himself for being lost in daydreams, he pulled himself out and scooted behind the screen. It had been bliss though. The last and only other time he\'d been in a tub that big was before the Tournement and with his clue. Though it had been sort of forbidden then... Shrugging it off, he grabbed the clothes, pulling them on in order as they appeared, then quirking his brow nervously as he hadn\'t seen any underwear....
Draco arrived thirty minutes later to the second, brow arching as he leaned against the doorframe, \"Can\'t be that difficult to put on, arms go into the sleeves, buttons go in the front.\"
Harry narrowed his eyes at him, feeling naked, despite the clothes he was clad in. He figured that this wasn\'t accidental either. His embarassment levels and nervousness was rising with every action Draco took. He simply kept telling himself it was nothing, nothing but a dream. He knew better, but he hoped. \"Shove it Malfoy.\" Pure habit. Whoops?
Disclaimer: See Introduction
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Harry protested, trying to scramble away as the leather began expanding itself, only to find himself quickly confined. He protested a little louder as he felt it trying to snake through his legs. ~That~ just wasn\'t right... He did his best to pull the leather backwards with his hands, but failed miserably. Tensing when Draco snatch the end, Harry felt uncomfortable--like he hadn\'t before...--but he remained put, not sure he liked where Draco might be taking him.
Draco chuckled again, giving the lead another slight tug as he started walking, headed for his own room of course, couldn\'t do anything in the dining room right off, and anyway, not at all until the table had been cleared.
Harry felt as if the tug had pulled on the lump in his throat. He weakly managed to get to his feet, then slowly shuffled behind Malfoy in shame, head low, hair over his broken glasses and eyes.
Draco smiled as the other followed, he took the long way around of course, simply because he could. The master bedroom was as lavish and ornately opulent as one would think of a Malfoy, \"Come on then, first things first, get you clean.\"
Harry closed his eyes, keeping his head low, unfortuneately probably to Draco\'s happiness, not realizing that it could show submission. He was embarassed, he\'d lost the biggest fight the Wizarding world had ever seen, and now they all were paying for it. He would rather have won and killed both himself and Voldemort in the process.
Draco smiled, leaving him in the bathroom with the massive clamshell tub, an oriental folding screen in one corner, \"I\'ll leave you alone while you bathe. There\'ll be clothes laid out for you behind the screen. I\'ll be back in... half an hour, that sound like enough time?\"
Harry let his eyes travel the room, taking everything in. How could someone so mean have everything so good? He didn\'t understand. He snapped his thoughts back to the present when Draco spoke again. Not daring to ask what *kind* of clothes would be ready for him, he nodded. That would be enough time to soak his worries free, for a little while at least.
Draco nodded, giving the leash a tug, letting it unravel into his hand, \"And don\'t try anything foolish, I\'d have to punish you for that.\" And with that he was gone, the bathroom door sliding shut behind him.
Harry shivered as the leash freed him, as he moved to rub his wrists in what seemed like the first time in forever. Again, he didn\'t want to think about Malfoy\'s meaning behind his words--there could be too many variations at times. Being shy, he slid behind the screen and slowly peeled his torn clothes from his skin, skin which seemed like it was clinging to his bones for dear life. Boyishly covering himself, he made his way into the water, relaxing at the warmth.
There were any number of soaps and powders and lotions for his use, which shouldn\'t have been a surprise either.
The clothes that had been laid out for him were vaguely oriental styled, a loose underrobe of pale green, long sleeved and high-waisted, with a soft high collar to match, and then a darker green overrobe, slashed in places so that the paler green of the underrobe could be seen. Both were silk, the underrobe was shiny, and the outerrobe was brushed and rough-woven.
After sitting almost motionless for the half hour, Harry suddenly remembered where he was, and that Draco was coming back. Bloody hell if he\'d see him naked... Cursing himself for being lost in daydreams, he pulled himself out and scooted behind the screen. It had been bliss though. The last and only other time he\'d been in a tub that big was before the Tournement and with his clue. Though it had been sort of forbidden then... Shrugging it off, he grabbed the clothes, pulling them on in order as they appeared, then quirking his brow nervously as he hadn\'t seen any underwear....
Draco arrived thirty minutes later to the second, brow arching as he leaned against the doorframe, \"Can\'t be that difficult to put on, arms go into the sleeves, buttons go in the front.\"
Harry narrowed his eyes at him, feeling naked, despite the clothes he was clad in. He figured that this wasn\'t accidental either. His embarassment levels and nervousness was rising with every action Draco took. He simply kept telling himself it was nothing, nothing but a dream. He knew better, but he hoped. \"Shove it Malfoy.\" Pure habit. Whoops?