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Begging For It
Chapter Number/Total: 5/20
Chapter Title: Begging
Words: 3186 Words
Draco stretched and opened his eyes, confused for a minute when he realised something was on his feet. He looked down to find Potter curled around and half lying on them. He yanked his feet up, dislodging the man from his resting place.
Harry blinked open his eyes, sleepily trying to figure out what happened.
"I said you could lie on the bed, not me," Draco complained, sitting up.
"Didn't notice," Harry mumbled, lying back down with a yawn.
Draco lay back against the pillows and slid the blankets aside revealing his morning erection. "You know what to do," he said in a bored voice.
"I'm tired," Harry whispered softly, moving anyway to slowly crawl up the bed.
"And I'm hard," Draco drawled. "Whatever gave you the impression I care how you feel?"
"You gave me a Healing Potion," Harry replied, lying down next to Malfoy. He was eye level with his erection, but he was so exhausted. He swallowed and leaned up and over, sucking the blond’s cock into his mouth.
"It was a rhetorical question, Potter," Draco snapped and then sighed when he felt Harry's mouth on him.
Harry sucked him slowly, beginning to bob his head after a moment. He closed his eyes as he moved, struggling to stay awake.
Draco growled in frustration at the pathetic attempt. He reached down and took hold of Harry's hair, thrusting up into his mouth.
Harry nearly choked at the sudden thrust, and he tried to pull back, stopping when Malfoy's hand tightened. Harry sucked him harder, working harder to get the other man off.
"That's better," Draco sneered. "Wake up and do it right.”
Harry swirled his tongue, bobbing his head again.
"Yes, suck me, Potter," Draco gasped, realising that saying that, knowing it was Potter, was very arousing in itself.
Harry looked up at him as he worked, wondering if he was getting better at it.
Draco looked down and saw those green eyes looking at him – and trembled in pleasure as it sent him over the edge. "Potter!" he gasped as he came.
Harry swallowed and held Malfoy’s cock in his mouth until he was spent, swallowing his come as quickly as he could.
Draco shuddered, releasing Harry's hair.
Harry leaned back and lay down on the bed again, sighing softly.
Draco sat up and snapped his fingers. A house-elf appeared with a breakfast tray and the blond sat sipping his tea while contemplating the day’s plans.
Harry watched him idly, not even bothering to sit up and ask for food yet.
"I will have to cut short my time in the Study today and focus on the Potions Lab," he mused aloud. It was interesting having someone around after so much time spent alone.
"I could still help," Harry offered quietly, closing his eyes.
"You can't even sit up," Draco sneered but considered the offer.
"I'm just tired, Malfoy," Harry murmured, opening his eyes again and looking at Draco.
Draco ate his breakfast. At least Harry seemed less prone to mouthing off this morning. He hadn't realised how much work Potter would be when he asked for him. Finally he pushed his plate, still half-full, toward Potter and climbed out of bed to dress.
Harry sat up a bit and quietly ate the rest of the food. "Why do you always leave so much?"
"Oh, the food?" Draco asked. "The house-elves always make too much," he said dismissively.
"Oh." Harry didn't think so, but he finished the food quickly and pushed the plate away, sitting up properly.
Draco huffed, and having finished dressing, turned to head out of his room.
Harry sighed, slipping out of the bed and following him. "You have such a short temper."
Draco ignored the comment and walked to his study, taking up his seat in the big leather chair and opening the morning mail. Owls brought the mail, but he refused to be interrupted to read the post until he was ready, so he ordered the house-elves to intercept arrivals and leave them on his desk.
Harry sat down near the chair, but not any closer than he had to, eyeing the desk. He decided to keep quiet in this room.
Draco worked as quickly as he could through the mail, sending off a couple replies and then making his notes.
Harry watched him for a while, before he lay down again. He honestly didn’t know how he was supposed to sit and wait for Malfoy. It was tedious, and as much as Malfoy would keep saying that Harry was a dog, it didn't mean that he would immediately begin acting like one.
Draco finished his paperwork, sorted the letters into the appropriate folders, noted them in his correspondence log, and then sat back to stretch.
Harry was planning on taking a nap when he began to feel different. He felt that same insistent pain return and it got worse with every second. He didn't know what he had done wrong for the spell to need to punish him, so he didn't know how to fix it. He cried out and squeezed his eyes shut, jerking with the pain.
Draco looked at the clock on the desk and sighed. "Oh, yes, the spell," he said with a tone of annoyance. He turned his chair and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, looking down at Harry.
Harry had begun to toss and turn on the floor, crying out and groaning with each wave of pain.
"Do you know why you are in pain?" Draco asked coldly.
Harry looked at him with tears in eyes and shook his head quickly before he bit his lip. "No. Stop it!"
"I am not causing this, the Potestas Domini Spell done in the ritual is," Draco explained. "The slavery spell requires I fuck you every day or this will happen. And if I’m not mistaken," Draco glanced at the wall-mounted clock, "it’s been just over twenty-four hours."
Harry moaned, closing his eyes. He jerked again, a bit of blood welling up where he bit his lip. "Do it!"
"Not until you beg me for it," Draco snapped.
"Please fuck me!" Harry cried out, shaking. He just needed it to stop.
"More, convince me," Draco replied, still not moving from his chair.
"Please, please I need you to." He paused, gasping. "I want you."
Draco’s cock stirred at that. Harry on the floor begging him to fuck him was exciting. He looked at the desk and shook his head. Then stood up and walked over to one of the over-stuffed leather chairs. He unfastened his own trousers and slid them down with his silk shorts to his own ankles. He leaned one arm on the back of the chair, looking back at Potter. "If you want it, crawl over here," he said.
Harry looked at him and shakily got up on his hands and knees, his body still shaking from the pain. He crawled over as quickly as he could, which wasn't very fast.
Draco smiled, enjoying the show of Harry crawling to him. His own cock was hard now and he stroked himself slowly.
Harry sat down on the floor in front of him, looking up at Malfoy with pleading eyes. "Please ...."
"Stand up, bend over the arm of the chair and spread your legs," Draco instructed.
Harry swallowed and moved to do what Malfoy commanded. He bent over the arm and slowly opened his legs, remembering the last time with a shudder.
Draco cast the Unguentatus Spell, slicking his own cock. He stepped behind Harry and between his spread legs, admiring the firm arse turned up for him. He reached and spread those cheeks, looking at him.
Harry wanted to tell him to go on with it, to just get it done, but he kept quiet, his face flushing. He was still sore even though he had been given a potion, and Harry wasn't looking forward to it. But he would do it, just as long as it stopped the pain.
Draco pushed a lube slicked finger into that hole, twisting as he did.
Harry jerked, glancing over his shoulder. Malfoy never did that before. It was slick and much smaller than his cock.
Draco didn't know why he was preparing the other man, and knew with the spell he couldn’t take long, but he slid another finger in making sure to stretch the tight ring and coat the channel with the lube.
Harry tried to relax around the fingers, biting his lip. Although it didn’t hurt, he could still feel the pain in the other parts of his body. "Hurry," he whispered.
Draco's cock twitched at that one word and he withdrew his fingers and then positioned himself at Harry's entrance, before reaching to hold the man's hips. He pushed in slowly this time, feeling the give as he breached the other man.
As he pushed in Harry could feel the pain begin to abate and he sighed softly. He didn't know why Malfoy was being so careful today, but Harry wasn't about to complain.
The padded arm of the chair was soft, not like the edge of the desk. Draco knew that from experience, as well. "You can hold on to the other arm of the chair," he suggested before pressing forward, sighing at the feeling as Harry's tight heat enclosed his cock.
Harry reached out and held on to the other arm of the chair, holding back his own sigh as Malfoy pushed all the way inside. For the first time it felt okay, and not like he was going to be split in half.
Draco trembled at the pleasure he felt. He didn't know why this felt better than the other times, but it did. He pulled back and then slowly pressed inward again, moaning softly as he did.
Harry found himself pushing back onto Malfoy, a small noise escaping him. He blushed hard and frowned, not wanting to like it, but it was obvious he did.
Draco concentrated on the slow withdrawal and then equally slow act of pressing forward. He loved the way the other man's body seemed to be trying to hold him in, squeezing his cock. The blond wasn't even aware of the small moans he was making.
"Faster," Harry whispered after a while, telling himself that he wanted it to go by quicker, even though he really just wanted more.
Draco was startled when he heard the word, and even Potter telling him what to do didn't dampen his desire. He slid in quicker this time, finding he could push deeper as well. His fingers on the other man's hips tightened and he began to rock into him with each thrust.
As Malfoy quickened his thrusts, Harry could feel his own cock pressing against the soft leather of the chair. He was fast becoming hard himself, as he began to move with Malfoy. He could tell that he was leaving a wet spot. Harry still couldn't believe that he was enjoying this.
Draco moaned louder as he flexed his hips, getting closer to coming with each thrust.
Harry began moaning when the man’s cock touched one place inside him that sparked pleasure throughout him. He nearly came then, but stopped himself, remembering that he wasn't allowed to come until he was told. "Close," he murmured, gripping the arm of the chair tightly.
The word startled Draco and he stopped in mid-thrust. "What?" he asked, confused. He hadn't expected Potter would experience pleasure from this.
"Can I come?" Harry asked quietly.
That startled Draco, too. It made him realise he had fucked the other man to stop Potter's suffering. Why was he doing this? Wasn't suffering what he wanted for Potter? He growled, beginning to thrust again and then as he got close he answered, "Yes."
Harry came on the third thrust, groaning and his body trembling as Malfoy continued to thrust inside him.
"Yes," Draco hissed again. The other man's body clenching around his own pushed him that last bit and he came with a loud groan.
Harry panted softly, not knowing how that went from rape to enjoyable sex by the end. Or maybe it was still rape, he just liked it. Harry bit his lip, confused.
Draco was panting, still buried inside the other man and shuddering. He looked down at Potter's back and had to fight the urge to reach up and stroke him. Instead, he forced himself to pull out and then cast Lavare Charms to clean them both.
Instead of sinking down to the floor, Harry turned around, glancing up at Draco with curious eyes.
Draco avoided looking at Potter, reaching to pull up his trousers and refasten them. It was probably ironic that he felt more ashamed of his tender feelings toward Potter now than he had of brutally raping the man the two days before.
Harry got down on his knees, still looking up at him. It felt awkward to do this right after having sex with someone, but he didn't want to ruin whatever moment he had with Malfoy by getting punished again.
Draco did his best to straighten his clothes and then walked back over to the desk and picked up his notebook. "We take lunch early today," he announced. "We have a lot of potions work to do this afternoon."
"We?" Harry asked, following him as he spoke.
"You did volunteer to assist me," Draco said, as if it were obvious he’d accept Harry’s offer, and led the way to the dining room. When he sat down in the chair, his plate of food appeared. He stared at it for a moment, unsure if he was actually hungry.
"Why don't you try to eat more of it?" Harry murmured without thinking.
Draco huffed, picked up his fork and started eating. He wasn't hungry but he tried to eat at least half of it. Since when had only half become his goal? Had he planned on leaving food for Potter now? It rankled him that he was doing things FOR Potter now instead of just TO him.
Harry glanced up at the plate. "Not bad," he said, smirking a bit at him.
Draco snorted and handed him the plate, sipping his tea and trying to think about potions.
Harry ate the rest and set the plate back on the table. He felt better. Much better actually. "Now we do the potions?"
"Yes," Draco answered, rising from the table.
Draco made his way to the Potions Lab, Harry following him. Once there, he opened his notebook to the list of potions he was supposed to make.
"What do I do?" Harry asked, sitting down next to him as Malfoy looked through the notebook.
"First, you have permission to stand while you are in here. You won't be much use to me on the floor," he said. "Second, can you read those labels?" He gestured toward carefully labelled and organised potion ingredients filling an entire wall of shelves.
Harry got up and walked over to the shelves, looking at a few of the labels. "I can read them. And I should be allowed to wear clothes in here, too."
"I don't recommend pushing your luck," Draco snapped and then began calling out ingredients for Harry to bring him.
"But what if something splashes on me?" Harry asked as he looked over the shelves for the ingredients. He found them and gave them to Malfoy, finally feeling more useful than ever.
"You don't have a wand, so you can't actually brew the potions," Draco said. "You are just assisting."
Harry paused when he thought about his wand. It was still the first wand he got from Ollivanders, never changed or anything. He sighed softly, glancing at Malfoy's wand.
"Don't touch my wand, Potter," Draco commanded, just in case. "Now start chopping that one," Draco said pointing to one of the bottles.
"I wasn't going to," Harry muttered, frowning as he poured the contents of the bottle on a small marble cutting board. He began to cut it up into pieces, glancing back at Malfoy. "Will I ever get a wand again?"
"No," Draco said, measuring ingredients into one of several cauldrons set up in the lab.
"Why not?" Harry asked, scowling at him.
"You are supposed to be helping me, not distracting me," Draco growled. "And because you will be dead."
"I'll be dead if I get a wand?" Harry asked, carrying the chopped-up ingredients over to him.
Draco scowled. "Potter, you are a slave who will be killed when the Dark Lord wishes. Are you really such an imbecile that you can't see that?"
Harry set the ingredients down. "So I could be dead tomorrow?"
"Yes," Draco hissed, setting aside the ingredients and turning on Harry. "I know I have been completely clear about that. What? After everything, you think he will let you live?"
"I thought ...." He shook his head, looking away from him. "Nothing. Go on with the potion."
"What did you think, Potter?" Draco said, hands on hips as he faced him.
"Nothing, I thought nothing." He walked back to where he had been working, opening another bottle.
"Tell me," Draco insisted, making it a command now.
"I thought I'd live here for as long as you do," Harry mumbled quietly.
"I have no idea how long he will allow me to keep you," Draco said and sighed, turning back to the bench. "His plan had been to have you publicly ripped to pieces. I persuaded him to let me have you. But if I don't get these potions done, I won't live long either."
"Then just do the potions," Harry said, turning back to his station with a sigh.
Draco shook his head and tried to do just that and they proceeded to work for a couple hours with only instructions from Draco and the occasional question about the potions from Harry.
They were bottling a large batch of Blood-Replenishing Potion when Draco found himself wondering as well how long the Dark Lord would wait.
"Are there anymore you need to make?" Harry asked, looking at the various stains on his hands from chopping up things for Malfoy.
"There are always more," Draco said with a sigh. "But this large batch of Blood-Replenishing, as well as the vials of Veritaserum, should get me caught up for now." Draco set the bottled potions on the shelf for finished work and stepped to the sink to wash his hands.
Harry followed, wondering if Draco would let him wash his hands as well.
"Wash up," Draco told him. "I don't want to smell that stuff the rest of the evening."
Harry thankfully washed his hands off, smiling as the stains were scrubbed away. "Now what?" Harry asked, glancing at him.
Draco had begun to cast Cleaning Charms. "Put all the ingredients back," he said. “The bottles should be put back exactly where they were. It is alphabetical and labelled so you should be able to follow it."
Harry did as he was told, taking a bit longer to make sure that they were all in the right places. "Done." He turned around, looking at him. "Now what?" he asked again.
Draco had finished the rest of the cleaning up. "Unless my Master commands otherwise," Draco sighed, "my routine rarely varies." He walked from the lab toward the dining room.
Chapter Title: Begging
Words: 3186 Words
Draco stretched and opened his eyes, confused for a minute when he realised something was on his feet. He looked down to find Potter curled around and half lying on them. He yanked his feet up, dislodging the man from his resting place.
Harry blinked open his eyes, sleepily trying to figure out what happened.
"I said you could lie on the bed, not me," Draco complained, sitting up.
"Didn't notice," Harry mumbled, lying back down with a yawn.
Draco lay back against the pillows and slid the blankets aside revealing his morning erection. "You know what to do," he said in a bored voice.
"I'm tired," Harry whispered softly, moving anyway to slowly crawl up the bed.
"And I'm hard," Draco drawled. "Whatever gave you the impression I care how you feel?"
"You gave me a Healing Potion," Harry replied, lying down next to Malfoy. He was eye level with his erection, but he was so exhausted. He swallowed and leaned up and over, sucking the blond’s cock into his mouth.
"It was a rhetorical question, Potter," Draco snapped and then sighed when he felt Harry's mouth on him.
Harry sucked him slowly, beginning to bob his head after a moment. He closed his eyes as he moved, struggling to stay awake.
Draco growled in frustration at the pathetic attempt. He reached down and took hold of Harry's hair, thrusting up into his mouth.
Harry nearly choked at the sudden thrust, and he tried to pull back, stopping when Malfoy's hand tightened. Harry sucked him harder, working harder to get the other man off.
"That's better," Draco sneered. "Wake up and do it right.”
Harry swirled his tongue, bobbing his head again.
"Yes, suck me, Potter," Draco gasped, realising that saying that, knowing it was Potter, was very arousing in itself.
Harry looked up at him as he worked, wondering if he was getting better at it.
Draco looked down and saw those green eyes looking at him – and trembled in pleasure as it sent him over the edge. "Potter!" he gasped as he came.
Harry swallowed and held Malfoy’s cock in his mouth until he was spent, swallowing his come as quickly as he could.
Draco shuddered, releasing Harry's hair.
Harry leaned back and lay down on the bed again, sighing softly.
Draco sat up and snapped his fingers. A house-elf appeared with a breakfast tray and the blond sat sipping his tea while contemplating the day’s plans.
Harry watched him idly, not even bothering to sit up and ask for food yet.
"I will have to cut short my time in the Study today and focus on the Potions Lab," he mused aloud. It was interesting having someone around after so much time spent alone.
"I could still help," Harry offered quietly, closing his eyes.
"You can't even sit up," Draco sneered but considered the offer.
"I'm just tired, Malfoy," Harry murmured, opening his eyes again and looking at Draco.
Draco ate his breakfast. At least Harry seemed less prone to mouthing off this morning. He hadn't realised how much work Potter would be when he asked for him. Finally he pushed his plate, still half-full, toward Potter and climbed out of bed to dress.
Harry sat up a bit and quietly ate the rest of the food. "Why do you always leave so much?"
"Oh, the food?" Draco asked. "The house-elves always make too much," he said dismissively.
"Oh." Harry didn't think so, but he finished the food quickly and pushed the plate away, sitting up properly.
Draco huffed, and having finished dressing, turned to head out of his room.
Harry sighed, slipping out of the bed and following him. "You have such a short temper."
Draco ignored the comment and walked to his study, taking up his seat in the big leather chair and opening the morning mail. Owls brought the mail, but he refused to be interrupted to read the post until he was ready, so he ordered the house-elves to intercept arrivals and leave them on his desk.
Harry sat down near the chair, but not any closer than he had to, eyeing the desk. He decided to keep quiet in this room.
Draco worked as quickly as he could through the mail, sending off a couple replies and then making his notes.
Harry watched him for a while, before he lay down again. He honestly didn’t know how he was supposed to sit and wait for Malfoy. It was tedious, and as much as Malfoy would keep saying that Harry was a dog, it didn't mean that he would immediately begin acting like one.
Draco finished his paperwork, sorted the letters into the appropriate folders, noted them in his correspondence log, and then sat back to stretch.
Harry was planning on taking a nap when he began to feel different. He felt that same insistent pain return and it got worse with every second. He didn't know what he had done wrong for the spell to need to punish him, so he didn't know how to fix it. He cried out and squeezed his eyes shut, jerking with the pain.
Draco looked at the clock on the desk and sighed. "Oh, yes, the spell," he said with a tone of annoyance. He turned his chair and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, looking down at Harry.
Harry had begun to toss and turn on the floor, crying out and groaning with each wave of pain.
"Do you know why you are in pain?" Draco asked coldly.
Harry looked at him with tears in eyes and shook his head quickly before he bit his lip. "No. Stop it!"
"I am not causing this, the Potestas Domini Spell done in the ritual is," Draco explained. "The slavery spell requires I fuck you every day or this will happen. And if I’m not mistaken," Draco glanced at the wall-mounted clock, "it’s been just over twenty-four hours."
Harry moaned, closing his eyes. He jerked again, a bit of blood welling up where he bit his lip. "Do it!"
"Not until you beg me for it," Draco snapped.
"Please fuck me!" Harry cried out, shaking. He just needed it to stop.
"More, convince me," Draco replied, still not moving from his chair.
"Please, please I need you to." He paused, gasping. "I want you."
Draco’s cock stirred at that. Harry on the floor begging him to fuck him was exciting. He looked at the desk and shook his head. Then stood up and walked over to one of the over-stuffed leather chairs. He unfastened his own trousers and slid them down with his silk shorts to his own ankles. He leaned one arm on the back of the chair, looking back at Potter. "If you want it, crawl over here," he said.
Harry looked at him and shakily got up on his hands and knees, his body still shaking from the pain. He crawled over as quickly as he could, which wasn't very fast.
Draco smiled, enjoying the show of Harry crawling to him. His own cock was hard now and he stroked himself slowly.
Harry sat down on the floor in front of him, looking up at Malfoy with pleading eyes. "Please ...."
"Stand up, bend over the arm of the chair and spread your legs," Draco instructed.
Harry swallowed and moved to do what Malfoy commanded. He bent over the arm and slowly opened his legs, remembering the last time with a shudder.
Draco cast the Unguentatus Spell, slicking his own cock. He stepped behind Harry and between his spread legs, admiring the firm arse turned up for him. He reached and spread those cheeks, looking at him.
Harry wanted to tell him to go on with it, to just get it done, but he kept quiet, his face flushing. He was still sore even though he had been given a potion, and Harry wasn't looking forward to it. But he would do it, just as long as it stopped the pain.
Draco pushed a lube slicked finger into that hole, twisting as he did.
Harry jerked, glancing over his shoulder. Malfoy never did that before. It was slick and much smaller than his cock.
Draco didn't know why he was preparing the other man, and knew with the spell he couldn’t take long, but he slid another finger in making sure to stretch the tight ring and coat the channel with the lube.
Harry tried to relax around the fingers, biting his lip. Although it didn’t hurt, he could still feel the pain in the other parts of his body. "Hurry," he whispered.
Draco's cock twitched at that one word and he withdrew his fingers and then positioned himself at Harry's entrance, before reaching to hold the man's hips. He pushed in slowly this time, feeling the give as he breached the other man.
As he pushed in Harry could feel the pain begin to abate and he sighed softly. He didn't know why Malfoy was being so careful today, but Harry wasn't about to complain.
The padded arm of the chair was soft, not like the edge of the desk. Draco knew that from experience, as well. "You can hold on to the other arm of the chair," he suggested before pressing forward, sighing at the feeling as Harry's tight heat enclosed his cock.
Harry reached out and held on to the other arm of the chair, holding back his own sigh as Malfoy pushed all the way inside. For the first time it felt okay, and not like he was going to be split in half.
Draco trembled at the pleasure he felt. He didn't know why this felt better than the other times, but it did. He pulled back and then slowly pressed inward again, moaning softly as he did.
Harry found himself pushing back onto Malfoy, a small noise escaping him. He blushed hard and frowned, not wanting to like it, but it was obvious he did.
Draco concentrated on the slow withdrawal and then equally slow act of pressing forward. He loved the way the other man's body seemed to be trying to hold him in, squeezing his cock. The blond wasn't even aware of the small moans he was making.
"Faster," Harry whispered after a while, telling himself that he wanted it to go by quicker, even though he really just wanted more.
Draco was startled when he heard the word, and even Potter telling him what to do didn't dampen his desire. He slid in quicker this time, finding he could push deeper as well. His fingers on the other man's hips tightened and he began to rock into him with each thrust.
As Malfoy quickened his thrusts, Harry could feel his own cock pressing against the soft leather of the chair. He was fast becoming hard himself, as he began to move with Malfoy. He could tell that he was leaving a wet spot. Harry still couldn't believe that he was enjoying this.
Draco moaned louder as he flexed his hips, getting closer to coming with each thrust.
Harry began moaning when the man’s cock touched one place inside him that sparked pleasure throughout him. He nearly came then, but stopped himself, remembering that he wasn't allowed to come until he was told. "Close," he murmured, gripping the arm of the chair tightly.
The word startled Draco and he stopped in mid-thrust. "What?" he asked, confused. He hadn't expected Potter would experience pleasure from this.
"Can I come?" Harry asked quietly.
That startled Draco, too. It made him realise he had fucked the other man to stop Potter's suffering. Why was he doing this? Wasn't suffering what he wanted for Potter? He growled, beginning to thrust again and then as he got close he answered, "Yes."
Harry came on the third thrust, groaning and his body trembling as Malfoy continued to thrust inside him.
"Yes," Draco hissed again. The other man's body clenching around his own pushed him that last bit and he came with a loud groan.
Harry panted softly, not knowing how that went from rape to enjoyable sex by the end. Or maybe it was still rape, he just liked it. Harry bit his lip, confused.
Draco was panting, still buried inside the other man and shuddering. He looked down at Potter's back and had to fight the urge to reach up and stroke him. Instead, he forced himself to pull out and then cast Lavare Charms to clean them both.
Instead of sinking down to the floor, Harry turned around, glancing up at Draco with curious eyes.
Draco avoided looking at Potter, reaching to pull up his trousers and refasten them. It was probably ironic that he felt more ashamed of his tender feelings toward Potter now than he had of brutally raping the man the two days before.
Harry got down on his knees, still looking up at him. It felt awkward to do this right after having sex with someone, but he didn't want to ruin whatever moment he had with Malfoy by getting punished again.
Draco did his best to straighten his clothes and then walked back over to the desk and picked up his notebook. "We take lunch early today," he announced. "We have a lot of potions work to do this afternoon."
"We?" Harry asked, following him as he spoke.
"You did volunteer to assist me," Draco said, as if it were obvious he’d accept Harry’s offer, and led the way to the dining room. When he sat down in the chair, his plate of food appeared. He stared at it for a moment, unsure if he was actually hungry.
"Why don't you try to eat more of it?" Harry murmured without thinking.
Draco huffed, picked up his fork and started eating. He wasn't hungry but he tried to eat at least half of it. Since when had only half become his goal? Had he planned on leaving food for Potter now? It rankled him that he was doing things FOR Potter now instead of just TO him.
Harry glanced up at the plate. "Not bad," he said, smirking a bit at him.
Draco snorted and handed him the plate, sipping his tea and trying to think about potions.
Harry ate the rest and set the plate back on the table. He felt better. Much better actually. "Now we do the potions?"
"Yes," Draco answered, rising from the table.
Draco made his way to the Potions Lab, Harry following him. Once there, he opened his notebook to the list of potions he was supposed to make.
"What do I do?" Harry asked, sitting down next to him as Malfoy looked through the notebook.
"First, you have permission to stand while you are in here. You won't be much use to me on the floor," he said. "Second, can you read those labels?" He gestured toward carefully labelled and organised potion ingredients filling an entire wall of shelves.
Harry got up and walked over to the shelves, looking at a few of the labels. "I can read them. And I should be allowed to wear clothes in here, too."
"I don't recommend pushing your luck," Draco snapped and then began calling out ingredients for Harry to bring him.
"But what if something splashes on me?" Harry asked as he looked over the shelves for the ingredients. He found them and gave them to Malfoy, finally feeling more useful than ever.
"You don't have a wand, so you can't actually brew the potions," Draco said. "You are just assisting."
Harry paused when he thought about his wand. It was still the first wand he got from Ollivanders, never changed or anything. He sighed softly, glancing at Malfoy's wand.
"Don't touch my wand, Potter," Draco commanded, just in case. "Now start chopping that one," Draco said pointing to one of the bottles.
"I wasn't going to," Harry muttered, frowning as he poured the contents of the bottle on a small marble cutting board. He began to cut it up into pieces, glancing back at Malfoy. "Will I ever get a wand again?"
"No," Draco said, measuring ingredients into one of several cauldrons set up in the lab.
"Why not?" Harry asked, scowling at him.
"You are supposed to be helping me, not distracting me," Draco growled. "And because you will be dead."
"I'll be dead if I get a wand?" Harry asked, carrying the chopped-up ingredients over to him.
Draco scowled. "Potter, you are a slave who will be killed when the Dark Lord wishes. Are you really such an imbecile that you can't see that?"
Harry set the ingredients down. "So I could be dead tomorrow?"
"Yes," Draco hissed, setting aside the ingredients and turning on Harry. "I know I have been completely clear about that. What? After everything, you think he will let you live?"
"I thought ...." He shook his head, looking away from him. "Nothing. Go on with the potion."
"What did you think, Potter?" Draco said, hands on hips as he faced him.
"Nothing, I thought nothing." He walked back to where he had been working, opening another bottle.
"Tell me," Draco insisted, making it a command now.
"I thought I'd live here for as long as you do," Harry mumbled quietly.
"I have no idea how long he will allow me to keep you," Draco said and sighed, turning back to the bench. "His plan had been to have you publicly ripped to pieces. I persuaded him to let me have you. But if I don't get these potions done, I won't live long either."
"Then just do the potions," Harry said, turning back to his station with a sigh.
Draco shook his head and tried to do just that and they proceeded to work for a couple hours with only instructions from Draco and the occasional question about the potions from Harry.
They were bottling a large batch of Blood-Replenishing Potion when Draco found himself wondering as well how long the Dark Lord would wait.
"Are there anymore you need to make?" Harry asked, looking at the various stains on his hands from chopping up things for Malfoy.
"There are always more," Draco said with a sigh. "But this large batch of Blood-Replenishing, as well as the vials of Veritaserum, should get me caught up for now." Draco set the bottled potions on the shelf for finished work and stepped to the sink to wash his hands.
Harry followed, wondering if Draco would let him wash his hands as well.
"Wash up," Draco told him. "I don't want to smell that stuff the rest of the evening."
Harry thankfully washed his hands off, smiling as the stains were scrubbed away. "Now what?" Harry asked, glancing at him.
Draco had begun to cast Cleaning Charms. "Put all the ingredients back," he said. “The bottles should be put back exactly where they were. It is alphabetical and labelled so you should be able to follow it."
Harry did as he was told, taking a bit longer to make sure that they were all in the right places. "Done." He turned around, looking at him. "Now what?" he asked again.
Draco had finished the rest of the cleaning up. "Unless my Master commands otherwise," Draco sighed, "my routine rarely varies." He walked from the lab toward the dining room.