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Summoned
Chapter Number/Total: 7/20
Chapter Title: Summoned
Words: 2716 Words
Draco woke to find Potter had once again draped himself over his legs. He sighed and looked down, watching the other man's face. This time he carefully sat up instead of yanking his legs out. "Potter?" he said.
Harry woke up with a yawn, taking a moment to notice that he was lying on Draco's legs. "Sorry," he whispered, moving back to the foot of the bed sleepily.
Draco rolled his eyes and pulled his blankets aside, displaying himself and arching an eyebrow.
Harry blinked the sleep out of his eyes, looking at him for a long moment. He was about to ask what when he remembered what he was supposed to do in the morning. He quietly moved up and wrapped his fingers around Draco's erection before he pulled him into his mouth, sucking lightly at first.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, lying back. "Yes, use your tongue," he encouraged.
Harry did as he said, rubbing his tongue around the soft skin.
"Yes," Draco hissed, reaching his hand to entwine in Potter's hair.
Harry managed to bob his head, even as he used his tongue. He stroked him where his mouth couldn't reach, not wanting to admit yet that he was starting to enjoy doing this for Malfoy in the morning.
Draco resisted thrusting into Harry's mouth, trying to lie back and let Harry do it.
Harry slowly began to suck harder, glancing up at Draco.
"Yes, yes," Draco chanted, hips rising in spite of his attempt to hold still.
Harry didn't mind, as long as Draco didn't thrust too roughly. Harry sucked as much as he could in his mouth and hummed, still watching Draco's face. It made him feel a strange kind of power to be able to do this to the other man.
Draco's upper lip curled as he groaned, gripping Harry's hair and coming into the man's mouth.
Harry swallowed as much as he could, still licking at Draco's sensitive cock.
Draco moaned softly, enjoying the sensation that bordered on too much.
Harry leaned back and away after a moment, sitting up and wiping his mouth.
"You are getting better at that," Draco said, looking up at him.
Harry smiled slightly, shifting back so he could sit near the foot of the bed again. Harry noticed then that he was a bit aroused. He blushed a bit.
Draco noticed too, but didn't comment. He snapped his fingers and breakfast was brought. He ate half and then slid the tray to Harry.
Harry ate the food quietly, pushing the tray away when he was done. "Same thing today?" Harry asked softly, glancing at him.
“Yes. And you should be glad of it. A variation in my routine will not be in your favour.”
Draco stretched and was about to get out of bed when the house-elf appeared, unbidden. Bent low and shaking slightly, the creature stood before the two nude men.
Harry was the first to notice it was clutching something. “He’s got a letter in his hands.”
Draco craned his neck and saw the black envelope with silver lettering snaking across the front. He snapped to attention. There was only one form of correspondence that warranted this kind of interruption.
“Give that to me,” said Draco. The house-elf extended his arm and, as soon as Draco seized the letter, vanished instantly with a loud crack.
Harry couldn’t help but muse aloud. “That was right strange. Why’d the house-elf do that?”
Draco was scanning the short letter as he answered. “First of all, you’d better learn to pack it in, and quickly. The letter is from my Master, and I’m expected at his mansion this afternoon. Which means you’re expected there, too. As my slave,” he emphasised as he looked up at Harry. “So if you’d like to live to see tomorrow, I suggest you learn to shut the hell up. Secondly, despite having a brain roughly a third the size of yours, the house-elf did that because he is trained better than you are. Unless it would endanger me, he doesn’t speak unless spoken to, or enter my presence unless called.”
Harry hadn’t heard the insult to his intelligence because he’d lost the ability to concentrate on anything except the icy fear shooting through his body at the mention of visiting Voldemort. “Why do we have to go?” Harry managed.
"I have to deliver the potions we made yesterday," Draco said with a sigh, glancing down at the Dark Mark on his left arm.
"To him?" Harry asked, his heart beginning to beat fast at the thought of having to face Voldemort again.
"To His mansion, so yes," he said. "I don't trust anyone else to take them. I would be punished if they weren't delivered." The blond shuddered at the idea.
"And I have to go with you," Harry murmured, his shoulders slumping.
"I would leave you here, but the same problem applies," Draco said. "I am responsible for you."
"I won't get you in trouble, I can't," Harry promised, glancing up at Draco.
Draco sighed and got out of bed. "We didn't bathe last night either," he said. He snapped fingers and told a house-elf to draw a bath.
Harry got out of the bed with Draco. "Do I get to wear clothes? In case it's cold or anything ...." Walking around here naked was one thing, but leaving the house naked was another.
"No, He would be displeased with that," Draco said. "Unless you count a collar as clothing."
"A collar won't keep me warm," Harry said quietly, sighing.
"Your comfort is not something the Dark Lord wants attended to," Draco drawled, heading toward the bathroom. "Come," he said.
Harry could've guessed that himself. He followed Draco into the bathroom, sitting down by the tub.
The tub was ready and Draco sank gratefully into the water, sighing as he leaned back.
Harry watched Draco, deciding not to ask if he could join like he asked every time they took baths, but wishing he were invited.
"Did you like kissing me?" Draco asked as if it were an idle question.
Harry glanced up at the tub before he nodded. "Yes, I did.” He paused. “Did you like kissing me?"
"Yes," Draco admitted with a sigh. He shouldn't have enjoyed it, but he did. Even worse, he wanted more.
"Really?" Harry asked, looking a bit surprised.
"That wasn't obvious?" Draco drawled, arching an eyebrow.
"I guess ..." Harry blushed slightly and looked back down on the floor. "I never thought I would've liked kissing you, though."
Draco's eyes narrowed. "You find me that unattractive?" he asked, annoyance in his tone.
"We didn't get along in Hogwarts. You didn't like me and I didn't like you. And to have everything turn out this way ...." Harry trailed off, pulling his knees up to his chest.
Draco scowled, lying back in the water and soaking his hair.
"It's just different. I told you I'm trying to get used to this all," Harry murmured.
Draco sat up and shampooed his hair, ignoring Potter.
Harry was lost in his thoughts, only glancing at Malfoy when a bit of shampoo and water splashed on him.
Finally Draco finished rinsing and stood up, stepping from the bath. "Your turn," he said, casting a Drying Charm on his body before working on his hair.
Harry got up and stepped into the tub, sinking down in the warm water. Harry lay back and let the warmth soothe his sore muscles.
"Don't take too long," Draco snapped. "I have a lot to get done before this afternoon. I can’t be late so you can lie about in the tub.”
"I wasn't going to take long," Harry murmured, getting the soap and quickly rubbing it over his body. When Harry was done he dipped his head in the water before he got up, and stepped out.
Draco cast a quick Drying Spell on Harry, too, and headed out of the bathroom to get dressed.
Harry followed, frowning when he saw Draco getting dressed. Draco wore full traditional robes in solid black.
They proceeded to the Study. Harry thought for a moment how absurd they must look. The only son of a pure-blood family striding about his mansion in full robes followed by the Boy Who Lived crawling on his hands and knees completely naked. Their time in the Study, typically tedious and seemingly never-ending, felt like it flew by in a matter of seconds. Harry’s whole body buzzed with trepidation. For once, neither of them ate much at their noon meal.
As their plate was cleared away, Draco turned and looked at Harry. "Remember, one wrong word and you can get us killed," Draco said. "If you make a mistake I will have to punish you quickly and severely."
Harry nodded. "I know ...." He was definitely not looking forward to this.
"On your knees and never stand unless told to," Draco said.
"I know, Malfoy," Harry said, glancing up at him. "Don't I do that here?"
Draco scowled. "The correct response is 'Yes, Master,'" he snapped.
Master? That was new. "Yes, Master," Harry mumbled, glancing away.
"Again," Draco snapped.
Harry glanced back at him. "Yes, Master."
"You don't look up unless told to and you don't speak unless asked to," he said.
Harry looked down. How was he supposed to remember all these new rules now? "Yes ... Master," he whispered.
"Good," Draco said and then led the way to the Lab to get the potions they were taking to the Dark Lord.
Harry followed quietly, trying to remember everything Malfoy had said.
Draco picked up several boxes of potions he had packed the day before and turned to Potter. "Take hold of my elbow but don't jostle my arm. I don't want to break these," he warned.
Harry reached up and gently took hold of his elbow, careful not to move Draco's arm. It really wouldn't help either of them if he landed by the mansion and broke all of the potion bottles.
Draco Apparated them to just outside the gates of the Dark Lord's mansion. It had been the property of a now-deceased follower. The place was decorated in sombre colours and felt dark even in the daylight. Draco loathed it.
Harry quickly glanced around before looking down again, not wanting to get in trouble at all. Draco took his time walking the length of the path to the front door, flicking his wand and muttering a few incantations as he proceeded through the magical barriers.
The front door opened as soon as Draco got within an arm’s length. "Our Master waits for you, Malfoy," oozed the simpering voice of Wormtail by way of greeting.
"I know," Draco snapped.
Harry stayed quiet and didn't look up when he heard Wormtail, even though Harry wouldn't have minded glaring at him.
"And the Boy Who Lived to Lose," Wormtail sneered, reaching a hand out to touch Harry's face. Before his fingers touched Harry's skin, Draco's hand snapped out and grabbed the man's wrist. "He is mine," he practically growled.
Harry was unconsciously leaning away from the hand when Draco had grabbed Peter's wrist. Harry glanced up in surprise when he heard Draco lividly rebuke Wormtail. He wasn't expecting that.
Wormtail whimpered and Draco released the man's wrist, roughly pushing it away. "He belongs to me and no one but our Master can touch him without my permission," Draco snapped.
Harry almost felt satisfied with the statement, smirking.
Draco pushed past the man, striding toward the main chamber.
Harry quickly followed, crawling as fast as he could.
Draco stopped at the door, waiting for Potter to catch up, but careful not to look back like he was waiting.
Harry stopped behind Draco, his heart beginning to beat fast at the thought of who was behind the door.
"Ready?" Draco asked under his breath in a voice so low only Harry could hear it.
"Yes," Harry whispered, his head down as he tried to control his breathing.
Draco waved his wand and the large doors swung open. He strode forward, his head up and his robes flowing behind him.
Harry crawled behind him, keeping up.
The room was a large hall. It might have once been a banquet hall or a ballroom. Now it was hung in black drapes and seemed more like a large dark cavern. Voldemort sat in a throne atop a raised area with marble steps. He looked even less human now than he had the night he had gotten his body back. Draco reached the bottom of the steps and dropped to one knee, his blond head bowed.
Harry stopped behind Draco, resisting the urge to rub his scar when they got close to Voldemort. Harry was hoping that Voldemort would just take the potions and let them go.
"Ah, Malfoy," Voldemort hissed. "Our potions supplies were getting low. Were you distracted by the gift I gave you?"
Draco tried to think quickly of what would be the appropriate answer. "Yes, but no more than I can handle," he said raising his face enough to look forward but not directly at Voldemort's face.
Harry quietly listened to the conversation, glad that everything seemed to be going along smoothly. For now.
Draco set the potions aside on one of the lower steps and another man stepped forward and took them away.
"Good," Voldemort rasped. "You will have to give us a demonstration later of how you,” he paused, “handle it. Do stay for dinner, Malfoy."
"As you wish, my Lord," Draco answered, trying not to tremble.
Harry shivered at the thought of a demonstration later. And dinner with Voldemort. Harry shuddered and barely held back a noise of distress.
"Until then, you may amuse yourself as you see fit," Voldemort said in a pseudo-polite voice.
Draco nodded. "Thank you, my Lord," he said and rose, keeping his head down as he backed up a safe distance before turning and heading for the door.
Harry followed, letting out a relieved sigh when nothing happened to them.
***
Once in the hall, Draco turned and headed into the downstairs library, shutting the door the minute he and Potter were in. He set Locking and Silencing Charms on the door and then collapsed into a chair. “You can speak and look at me now,” he said with a sigh.
Harry carefully glanced up at him. "So now we have to stay here until dinner?" Harry asked quietly.
Draco huffed and put his face into his hands.
Harry watched him for a while. Then he sighed and moved closer. "What's wrong?"
"Really, Potter, what kind of moron are you?" Draco sneered, glancing at where the man knelt in front of the chair.
"I was just asking ... but we made it through that part, hey?" Harry said hopefully, looking up at him.
"That was nothing," Draco snapped. He sat back in the chair. "He will want to be entertained later."
"Will he touch me, too?" Harry asked quietly.
"I don't know," Draco answered, voice full of anger.
Harry reached out and touched Draco's knee, not saying anything as he watched his face.
Anger seethed in the blond. He should never have asked for Potter. Now it meant he had to spend more time under direct scrutiny of the repulsive Dark Lord. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down. "Suck me," he snapped at Harry, putting his hands behind his head and waiting.
Harry wasn't expecting that, but he reached out, unbuttoning and unzipping Draco's trousers carefully. He pulled Draco's cock out and leaned in close, sucking him into his mouth.
Draco closed his eyes and tried to relax, letting Potter's mouth distract him from his fears.
Harry sucked slowly, bobbing his head and reaching to wrap his fingers around where he couldn't reach. Doing this distracted Harry from thinking about what was going to happen to him later.
Draco's cock hardened in Potter's mouth and he sighed in pleasure.
Harry closed his eyes when he felt Draco harden, pleased that he was doing a decent job at calming Draco.
"Yes, suck me, use your tongue," Draco encouraged, bringing his hands down and lacing his fingers in Harry's hair.
Harry swirled his tongue around, pressing it hard against the warm skin. Draco's words made him work harder, wanting to make Draco come.
"Yes, yes," Draco said, lifting his hips as he got closer.
On one of the thrusts, Draco's cock slipped back into Harry's throat and he nearly choked. Harry pulled back a bit so he could breathe.
Draco ignored the mistake and didn't push further. There would be punishment enough later.
Harry quickly got back into the rhythm he had, sucking harder to make up for pulling back.
"Suck it, Potter!" Draco gasped and then he came, filling the other man's mouth.
Harry took a deep breath through his nose and swallowed, getting used to the taste now.
Draco sighed, feeling some of the tension leave his body with that. He ran his fingers in the other man's hair as Potter licked him clean.
Harry pulled back a bit when he was done, his eyes still closed as Draco ran his fingers through his hair. It almost felt soothing.
Draco realised what he was doing and pulled his hand back, reaching to tuck himself back into his robes. He sat looking at the man kneeling in front of him.
Harry slowly sat back and looked back at him, ignoring the small bit of arousal he got from doing that for Draco.
"We can't stay in here," Draco said simply. "His followers will be gathering in the main hall." He sighed heavily, looking up at the ceiling. "I hate these things."
"At least you have the mask," Harry murmured, shrugging as he looked back at the door of the library.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Draco snapped.
"You can hide ..." Harry said quietly. Unlike Harry, Draco had the robes and the mask to cover himself. Harry was completely exposed.
"He will be testing me. He always is," Draco said, still looking up at the ceiling.
"You make his potions. He should trust you by now," Harry replied, glancing at him.
Draco snorted. "He trusts no one," he said. "And ever since my mistake with Dumbledore, I am suspect. I am Potions Master because I am good and because my father bought my place with him."
Harry sighed at the mention of Dumbledore. Looking down at his lap, Harry thought about how everything was before this, before he was considered to be nothing but a toy.
"He will test me through you," Draco said, looking down again at Harry.
"Then do whatever you have to do," Harry mumbled, still not looking up.
"I will," Draco snapped. "Let's go."
Harry wasn't sure he was ready, but he got up on his knees, looking up at Draco.
Draco stood and readjusted his robes, checking himself to make sure nothing of the last few minutes showed. Then he unlocked the door, undid the Silencing Charm, and led them out of the room.
“Don’t look up unless told to and obey as quick as you can,” Draco reminded him.
Harry crawled behind him, keeping up with his pace. He kept his eyes on the floor, but it wasn’t Malfoy’s command that held them there. He knew he didn’t want to see what would happen next.
Chapter Title: Summoned
Words: 2716 Words
Draco woke to find Potter had once again draped himself over his legs. He sighed and looked down, watching the other man's face. This time he carefully sat up instead of yanking his legs out. "Potter?" he said.
Harry woke up with a yawn, taking a moment to notice that he was lying on Draco's legs. "Sorry," he whispered, moving back to the foot of the bed sleepily.
Draco rolled his eyes and pulled his blankets aside, displaying himself and arching an eyebrow.
Harry blinked the sleep out of his eyes, looking at him for a long moment. He was about to ask what when he remembered what he was supposed to do in the morning. He quietly moved up and wrapped his fingers around Draco's erection before he pulled him into his mouth, sucking lightly at first.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, lying back. "Yes, use your tongue," he encouraged.
Harry did as he said, rubbing his tongue around the soft skin.
"Yes," Draco hissed, reaching his hand to entwine in Potter's hair.
Harry managed to bob his head, even as he used his tongue. He stroked him where his mouth couldn't reach, not wanting to admit yet that he was starting to enjoy doing this for Malfoy in the morning.
Draco resisted thrusting into Harry's mouth, trying to lie back and let Harry do it.
Harry slowly began to suck harder, glancing up at Draco.
"Yes, yes," Draco chanted, hips rising in spite of his attempt to hold still.
Harry didn't mind, as long as Draco didn't thrust too roughly. Harry sucked as much as he could in his mouth and hummed, still watching Draco's face. It made him feel a strange kind of power to be able to do this to the other man.
Draco's upper lip curled as he groaned, gripping Harry's hair and coming into the man's mouth.
Harry swallowed as much as he could, still licking at Draco's sensitive cock.
Draco moaned softly, enjoying the sensation that bordered on too much.
Harry leaned back and away after a moment, sitting up and wiping his mouth.
"You are getting better at that," Draco said, looking up at him.
Harry smiled slightly, shifting back so he could sit near the foot of the bed again. Harry noticed then that he was a bit aroused. He blushed a bit.
Draco noticed too, but didn't comment. He snapped his fingers and breakfast was brought. He ate half and then slid the tray to Harry.
Harry ate the food quietly, pushing the tray away when he was done. "Same thing today?" Harry asked softly, glancing at him.
“Yes. And you should be glad of it. A variation in my routine will not be in your favour.”
Draco stretched and was about to get out of bed when the house-elf appeared, unbidden. Bent low and shaking slightly, the creature stood before the two nude men.
Harry was the first to notice it was clutching something. “He’s got a letter in his hands.”
Draco craned his neck and saw the black envelope with silver lettering snaking across the front. He snapped to attention. There was only one form of correspondence that warranted this kind of interruption.
“Give that to me,” said Draco. The house-elf extended his arm and, as soon as Draco seized the letter, vanished instantly with a loud crack.
Harry couldn’t help but muse aloud. “That was right strange. Why’d the house-elf do that?”
Draco was scanning the short letter as he answered. “First of all, you’d better learn to pack it in, and quickly. The letter is from my Master, and I’m expected at his mansion this afternoon. Which means you’re expected there, too. As my slave,” he emphasised as he looked up at Harry. “So if you’d like to live to see tomorrow, I suggest you learn to shut the hell up. Secondly, despite having a brain roughly a third the size of yours, the house-elf did that because he is trained better than you are. Unless it would endanger me, he doesn’t speak unless spoken to, or enter my presence unless called.”
Harry hadn’t heard the insult to his intelligence because he’d lost the ability to concentrate on anything except the icy fear shooting through his body at the mention of visiting Voldemort. “Why do we have to go?” Harry managed.
"I have to deliver the potions we made yesterday," Draco said with a sigh, glancing down at the Dark Mark on his left arm.
"To him?" Harry asked, his heart beginning to beat fast at the thought of having to face Voldemort again.
"To His mansion, so yes," he said. "I don't trust anyone else to take them. I would be punished if they weren't delivered." The blond shuddered at the idea.
"And I have to go with you," Harry murmured, his shoulders slumping.
"I would leave you here, but the same problem applies," Draco said. "I am responsible for you."
"I won't get you in trouble, I can't," Harry promised, glancing up at Draco.
Draco sighed and got out of bed. "We didn't bathe last night either," he said. He snapped fingers and told a house-elf to draw a bath.
Harry got out of the bed with Draco. "Do I get to wear clothes? In case it's cold or anything ...." Walking around here naked was one thing, but leaving the house naked was another.
"No, He would be displeased with that," Draco said. "Unless you count a collar as clothing."
"A collar won't keep me warm," Harry said quietly, sighing.
"Your comfort is not something the Dark Lord wants attended to," Draco drawled, heading toward the bathroom. "Come," he said.
Harry could've guessed that himself. He followed Draco into the bathroom, sitting down by the tub.
The tub was ready and Draco sank gratefully into the water, sighing as he leaned back.
Harry watched Draco, deciding not to ask if he could join like he asked every time they took baths, but wishing he were invited.
"Did you like kissing me?" Draco asked as if it were an idle question.
Harry glanced up at the tub before he nodded. "Yes, I did.” He paused. “Did you like kissing me?"
"Yes," Draco admitted with a sigh. He shouldn't have enjoyed it, but he did. Even worse, he wanted more.
"Really?" Harry asked, looking a bit surprised.
"That wasn't obvious?" Draco drawled, arching an eyebrow.
"I guess ..." Harry blushed slightly and looked back down on the floor. "I never thought I would've liked kissing you, though."
Draco's eyes narrowed. "You find me that unattractive?" he asked, annoyance in his tone.
"We didn't get along in Hogwarts. You didn't like me and I didn't like you. And to have everything turn out this way ...." Harry trailed off, pulling his knees up to his chest.
Draco scowled, lying back in the water and soaking his hair.
"It's just different. I told you I'm trying to get used to this all," Harry murmured.
Draco sat up and shampooed his hair, ignoring Potter.
Harry was lost in his thoughts, only glancing at Malfoy when a bit of shampoo and water splashed on him.
Finally Draco finished rinsing and stood up, stepping from the bath. "Your turn," he said, casting a Drying Charm on his body before working on his hair.
Harry got up and stepped into the tub, sinking down in the warm water. Harry lay back and let the warmth soothe his sore muscles.
"Don't take too long," Draco snapped. "I have a lot to get done before this afternoon. I can’t be late so you can lie about in the tub.”
"I wasn't going to take long," Harry murmured, getting the soap and quickly rubbing it over his body. When Harry was done he dipped his head in the water before he got up, and stepped out.
Draco cast a quick Drying Spell on Harry, too, and headed out of the bathroom to get dressed.
Harry followed, frowning when he saw Draco getting dressed. Draco wore full traditional robes in solid black.
They proceeded to the Study. Harry thought for a moment how absurd they must look. The only son of a pure-blood family striding about his mansion in full robes followed by the Boy Who Lived crawling on his hands and knees completely naked. Their time in the Study, typically tedious and seemingly never-ending, felt like it flew by in a matter of seconds. Harry’s whole body buzzed with trepidation. For once, neither of them ate much at their noon meal.
As their plate was cleared away, Draco turned and looked at Harry. "Remember, one wrong word and you can get us killed," Draco said. "If you make a mistake I will have to punish you quickly and severely."
Harry nodded. "I know ...." He was definitely not looking forward to this.
"On your knees and never stand unless told to," Draco said.
"I know, Malfoy," Harry said, glancing up at him. "Don't I do that here?"
Draco scowled. "The correct response is 'Yes, Master,'" he snapped.
Master? That was new. "Yes, Master," Harry mumbled, glancing away.
"Again," Draco snapped.
Harry glanced back at him. "Yes, Master."
"You don't look up unless told to and you don't speak unless asked to," he said.
Harry looked down. How was he supposed to remember all these new rules now? "Yes ... Master," he whispered.
"Good," Draco said and then led the way to the Lab to get the potions they were taking to the Dark Lord.
Harry followed quietly, trying to remember everything Malfoy had said.
Draco picked up several boxes of potions he had packed the day before and turned to Potter. "Take hold of my elbow but don't jostle my arm. I don't want to break these," he warned.
Harry reached up and gently took hold of his elbow, careful not to move Draco's arm. It really wouldn't help either of them if he landed by the mansion and broke all of the potion bottles.
Draco Apparated them to just outside the gates of the Dark Lord's mansion. It had been the property of a now-deceased follower. The place was decorated in sombre colours and felt dark even in the daylight. Draco loathed it.
Harry quickly glanced around before looking down again, not wanting to get in trouble at all. Draco took his time walking the length of the path to the front door, flicking his wand and muttering a few incantations as he proceeded through the magical barriers.
The front door opened as soon as Draco got within an arm’s length. "Our Master waits for you, Malfoy," oozed the simpering voice of Wormtail by way of greeting.
"I know," Draco snapped.
Harry stayed quiet and didn't look up when he heard Wormtail, even though Harry wouldn't have minded glaring at him.
"And the Boy Who Lived to Lose," Wormtail sneered, reaching a hand out to touch Harry's face. Before his fingers touched Harry's skin, Draco's hand snapped out and grabbed the man's wrist. "He is mine," he practically growled.
Harry was unconsciously leaning away from the hand when Draco had grabbed Peter's wrist. Harry glanced up in surprise when he heard Draco lividly rebuke Wormtail. He wasn't expecting that.
Wormtail whimpered and Draco released the man's wrist, roughly pushing it away. "He belongs to me and no one but our Master can touch him without my permission," Draco snapped.
Harry almost felt satisfied with the statement, smirking.
Draco pushed past the man, striding toward the main chamber.
Harry quickly followed, crawling as fast as he could.
Draco stopped at the door, waiting for Potter to catch up, but careful not to look back like he was waiting.
Harry stopped behind Draco, his heart beginning to beat fast at the thought of who was behind the door.
"Ready?" Draco asked under his breath in a voice so low only Harry could hear it.
"Yes," Harry whispered, his head down as he tried to control his breathing.
Draco waved his wand and the large doors swung open. He strode forward, his head up and his robes flowing behind him.
Harry crawled behind him, keeping up.
The room was a large hall. It might have once been a banquet hall or a ballroom. Now it was hung in black drapes and seemed more like a large dark cavern. Voldemort sat in a throne atop a raised area with marble steps. He looked even less human now than he had the night he had gotten his body back. Draco reached the bottom of the steps and dropped to one knee, his blond head bowed.
Harry stopped behind Draco, resisting the urge to rub his scar when they got close to Voldemort. Harry was hoping that Voldemort would just take the potions and let them go.
"Ah, Malfoy," Voldemort hissed. "Our potions supplies were getting low. Were you distracted by the gift I gave you?"
Draco tried to think quickly of what would be the appropriate answer. "Yes, but no more than I can handle," he said raising his face enough to look forward but not directly at Voldemort's face.
Harry quietly listened to the conversation, glad that everything seemed to be going along smoothly. For now.
Draco set the potions aside on one of the lower steps and another man stepped forward and took them away.
"Good," Voldemort rasped. "You will have to give us a demonstration later of how you,” he paused, “handle it. Do stay for dinner, Malfoy."
"As you wish, my Lord," Draco answered, trying not to tremble.
Harry shivered at the thought of a demonstration later. And dinner with Voldemort. Harry shuddered and barely held back a noise of distress.
"Until then, you may amuse yourself as you see fit," Voldemort said in a pseudo-polite voice.
Draco nodded. "Thank you, my Lord," he said and rose, keeping his head down as he backed up a safe distance before turning and heading for the door.
Harry followed, letting out a relieved sigh when nothing happened to them.
***
Once in the hall, Draco turned and headed into the downstairs library, shutting the door the minute he and Potter were in. He set Locking and Silencing Charms on the door and then collapsed into a chair. “You can speak and look at me now,” he said with a sigh.
Harry carefully glanced up at him. "So now we have to stay here until dinner?" Harry asked quietly.
Draco huffed and put his face into his hands.
Harry watched him for a while. Then he sighed and moved closer. "What's wrong?"
"Really, Potter, what kind of moron are you?" Draco sneered, glancing at where the man knelt in front of the chair.
"I was just asking ... but we made it through that part, hey?" Harry said hopefully, looking up at him.
"That was nothing," Draco snapped. He sat back in the chair. "He will want to be entertained later."
"Will he touch me, too?" Harry asked quietly.
"I don't know," Draco answered, voice full of anger.
Harry reached out and touched Draco's knee, not saying anything as he watched his face.
Anger seethed in the blond. He should never have asked for Potter. Now it meant he had to spend more time under direct scrutiny of the repulsive Dark Lord. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down. "Suck me," he snapped at Harry, putting his hands behind his head and waiting.
Harry wasn't expecting that, but he reached out, unbuttoning and unzipping Draco's trousers carefully. He pulled Draco's cock out and leaned in close, sucking him into his mouth.
Draco closed his eyes and tried to relax, letting Potter's mouth distract him from his fears.
Harry sucked slowly, bobbing his head and reaching to wrap his fingers around where he couldn't reach. Doing this distracted Harry from thinking about what was going to happen to him later.
Draco's cock hardened in Potter's mouth and he sighed in pleasure.
Harry closed his eyes when he felt Draco harden, pleased that he was doing a decent job at calming Draco.
"Yes, suck me, use your tongue," Draco encouraged, bringing his hands down and lacing his fingers in Harry's hair.
Harry swirled his tongue around, pressing it hard against the warm skin. Draco's words made him work harder, wanting to make Draco come.
"Yes, yes," Draco said, lifting his hips as he got closer.
On one of the thrusts, Draco's cock slipped back into Harry's throat and he nearly choked. Harry pulled back a bit so he could breathe.
Draco ignored the mistake and didn't push further. There would be punishment enough later.
Harry quickly got back into the rhythm he had, sucking harder to make up for pulling back.
"Suck it, Potter!" Draco gasped and then he came, filling the other man's mouth.
Harry took a deep breath through his nose and swallowed, getting used to the taste now.
Draco sighed, feeling some of the tension leave his body with that. He ran his fingers in the other man's hair as Potter licked him clean.
Harry pulled back a bit when he was done, his eyes still closed as Draco ran his fingers through his hair. It almost felt soothing.
Draco realised what he was doing and pulled his hand back, reaching to tuck himself back into his robes. He sat looking at the man kneeling in front of him.
Harry slowly sat back and looked back at him, ignoring the small bit of arousal he got from doing that for Draco.
"We can't stay in here," Draco said simply. "His followers will be gathering in the main hall." He sighed heavily, looking up at the ceiling. "I hate these things."
"At least you have the mask," Harry murmured, shrugging as he looked back at the door of the library.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Draco snapped.
"You can hide ..." Harry said quietly. Unlike Harry, Draco had the robes and the mask to cover himself. Harry was completely exposed.
"He will be testing me. He always is," Draco said, still looking up at the ceiling.
"You make his potions. He should trust you by now," Harry replied, glancing at him.
Draco snorted. "He trusts no one," he said. "And ever since my mistake with Dumbledore, I am suspect. I am Potions Master because I am good and because my father bought my place with him."
Harry sighed at the mention of Dumbledore. Looking down at his lap, Harry thought about how everything was before this, before he was considered to be nothing but a toy.
"He will test me through you," Draco said, looking down again at Harry.
"Then do whatever you have to do," Harry mumbled, still not looking up.
"I will," Draco snapped. "Let's go."
Harry wasn't sure he was ready, but he got up on his knees, looking up at Draco.
Draco stood and readjusted his robes, checking himself to make sure nothing of the last few minutes showed. Then he unlocked the door, undid the Silencing Charm, and led them out of the room.
“Don’t look up unless told to and obey as quick as you can,” Draco reminded him.
Harry crawled behind him, keeping up with his pace. He kept his eyes on the floor, but it wasn’t Malfoy’s command that held them there. He knew he didn’t want to see what would happen next.