Cracking the Gold

Author\'s Note: Appologies for the wait. My sister was having a wedding shower and I was working away on that among other things. But now that the shower\'s over (was beautiful!) I can get back to this. I\'ve spent a few LONG nights online RP\'ing with this girl--she\'s in a different time zone with totally late hours to be online. (Like, 9 ish to 2 am X_x )

As I\'m currently RPing now, I want to point out something that I\'ve noticed. Our RP styles...or maybe only mine, tend to change with my mood or the time of day, or for no reason. I just thought of it because we tend to both narrate, and occasionally it seems like we\'re reading the other char\'s mind, but we\'re not. It\'s hard to explain. But we just had a semi-humorous narrative duel. That was pointless to mention, but I did anyway.

BTW it\'s like 1 am on a school night...so...yea. X_X

I\'m giving you all an extra long (I think) chapter this time..but please don\'t expect this length all the time. I might continue it, I might not. I\'m not sure, depends where the cliffies fall. :)


Disclaimer: See Introduction.
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Harry nodded, keeping his eyes low. Was that---was that a blush?! He did everything he could to keep his mind off...everything. He was not here, he was not wearing a collar. He was not sitting by a bunch of Death Eaters and not killing them. He was not sitting by Malfoy. ......... He was NOT enjoying his fingers through his hair! With that thought, Harry tried to pull his head away from the fingers, unsucessfully.


Of course Draco just held the lead taught, which would in turn press the spikes against Harry\'s throat again, though it wouldn\'t cause the same reaction it had been causing all morning. Oh yes, he was going to enjoy this.


Harry swallowed nervously, biting his lip as the spikes bit into his neck when he pulled. Oh gosh...what was happening? He closed his eyes, lowering his head and covering his mouth as he had to let a low exhale out. Was it nervousness, or something else?


Draco smiled slowly once more, releasing the tension on the leash, still petting through the other\'s hair, \"Good boy. Just relax. Are you hungry pet?\" He was feeling surprisingly magnanimous at the moment.


Harry nodded slightly. Famished he was. He\'d been afraid to eat anything the \"Lord\" had offered him in case it was poisoned...and oddly he wasn\'t afraid of that with Malfoy.


Draco smiled again, unfolding from the seat and giving the leash another tug, \"Come along then.\"


Harry looked around slightly. He was leaving? He\'d thought it was a garden party, which meant everyone mingled... Hell, not that he minded, he\'d rather not be gawked and laughed at.


Of course they weren\'t leaving, they were just moving to one of the buffet tables to get something to eat. Draco smirked as he plucked a cream puff off a serving tray, holding it out for the brunette.


Harry blushed in embarassment as he\'d thought they were heading somewhere else. ^^; Not that he wanted to go there...exactly....? He reached for the food, hungry, his stomach almost growling att he sight of food again.


Draco chuckled softly, picking up one of the almost dainty plates and setting an array of fingerfoods onto it before padding back to the dragonbench and settling, content with just feeding Harry for the time being.


Harry settled back beside Draco, randomly snatching food when his hunger got overly...hungry. Other than that, he kept his eyes low, his hands in his lap, and didn\'t move. He didn\'t want to see how people were looking at him, and he didn\'t want to see the other \"pets\".


Draco chuckled at Harry\'s eagerness, generally managing to have some morsel or other held out on his fingertips for the other, though occasionally he was sidetracked by conversation.


After about an hour, Harry found his stomach to be full. So he remained sitting there and eavesdropping on conversations. Like he couldn\'t hear them anyway--or do anything without his wand.


And it wasn\'t as if they were talking about any high and mighty death eater plans anyway, mostly it was the sort of gossip one would expect at such a party. Draco, for the most part, stayed out of it.


Harry\'s knees soon got tired and he basically said \'screw it\' to himself and grabbed the leash between Malfoy\'s hand and his neck. He pulled it suddenly, not exactly to free himself, just to give it some slack. He didn\'t care that he\'d caught Malfoy off guard. He then took the extra slack and laid on the ground, stretching his legs out. Screw orders.


Draco chuckled, speaking through his teeth, grinning slightly, voice low enough that only Harry could hear it, \"How would you like to try walking home under a locomotor mortis?\"


Harry looked at him. He wasn\'t sure if this sounded like a threat of not--coming from Malfoy, it probably was. Groaning, he sat up again, biting his lip as he not back onto his knees, hanging his head lower in embarassment.


Draco smiled at that, ruffling hsi fingers through the other\'s hair again, \"Good boy. We\'re almost finished here, can\'t be the first to leave, just wouldn\'t look proper.\"


Harry propped his head in his hands, closing his eyes and tuning things out. He didn\'t really care that his knees were digging into the ground anymore...in fact, he rather wanted a washroom... ^^;


Finally a few others left and Draco nodded once, giving Harry\'s leash a tug as he rose, \"Come along then pet, time to go home.\"


Harry had almost fallen asleep when Malfoy pulled on the leash. It took a few jerks to pull him back into this world. He stood slowly, blinking, then ducking his head again, almost wanting to throw up as he saw everone smirking at him in some way or another.


Draco chuckled softly, head held high as he led Harry back to his apartments, fully intent on using what was left of the effects of the potion.


Harry reluctantly followed. However his reluctance wasn\'t showing as he was almost walking faster than Malfoy in attempts to get out of the stares--and find a washroom.


Draco chuckled once more as they arrived back at the apartments, \"Something the matter pet? You\'re in an aweful hurry.\"


Harry rolled his eyes. \"No Malfoy, it\'s not. It\'s called nature\'s way. Now if you excuse me...\" He pushed past Malfoy in the direction he thought the washroom was.


Draco chuckled, keeping his hold on the leash, bringing it up taught, the spikes most likely pressing against Harry\'s throat again, \"Next door pet.\"


Harry paused as he reached \'the end of the line\', taking abreath as the spike pricked him again. This made him turn a bit faster and head tot he door which Malfoy indicated, opening it quickly.


Draco chuckled, leaning in the doorway, not about to let Harry out of his sight.


Harry turned and did his best to close--actually it was almost a slam from his rush--the door behind him.


It simply bounced open again, a good twelve inches away from hitting the blonde. That was just the way things worked.


\"Do you mind Malfoy??\" Oh, that look. He sure did seem to be in a hurry. Whether it was for the washroom...or something else....it was obvious too.


Draco waved a hand, shaking his head, \"not at all, go right ahead.\"


Harry groaned and moved to the urinal. Shit, this was going to be a long night if Malfoy didn\'t leave him alone long enough to... Ugh... He made sure his back was to Malfoy and undid enough buttons to go to the washroom. Well...that didn\'t go so well...or...at all. Harry tried to pass it off as he was nervous because he was being watched. He knew that wasn\'t what it was, but that\'s what he told Malfoy, whom didn\'t need to know otherwise.


Draco chuckled, arms folded, he wasn\'t watching really, but he was there and he suspected that was all that mattered. HE really was having far more fun with this than should rightfully be allowed, but that wasn\'t going to stop him.


Harry\'s cheeks were half flushed, half blushed...which made fro quite the combination. He muttered to himself in his mind and buttoned the robes up again, kept his head low and made his way out the door, hoping Malfoy wouldn\'t comment.


He didn\'t, not until they were back out in the parlor at least, \"Once I know you won\'t try anything foolish, I may let you alone.\"


Harry almost groaned. He would have throught that Malfoy would understand he really *couldn\'t* do anything...not while he was without magic. And wince he had no idea where his wand was, that was no problem. And besides that...he had no idea what he Could do, either way...and he\'d rather not be cursed again. That had pretty much instilled fear into him.


Draco was stroking the leather of the lead still in his hand, \"Come sit pet.\"


Harry closed his eyes. Sit? He had to be kidding... Harry felt like he was waddling over, then he finally sat---carefully. He was breathing slightly heavier than usual, but he tried to hide this.


He chuckled softly, trailing the edges of nails along the line of Harry\'s jaw, \"So do you like that potion pet?\"


Harry felt his eyes closing, his head tilting into the nails a bit. He swallowed nervously before opening his shining green eyes to look at Malfoy\'s. \"It...got rid of the pain, so---yea.\" He hadn\'t realized the other effects either. He didn\'t seem to be as bright without Hermoine to help him.


He chuckled softly, trailing a fingertip along the shell of the brunette\'s ear, the touch feather light, smiling still, \"Good. Thought you might.\"


Harry licked his lower lip nervously, resisting the urge to lean into the touch was partly failing. He forced his eyes open and leaned in the opposite direction, swallowing again and shifting in his spot. This wasn\'t working...


Draco chuckled again, though the sound was almost a purr, \"You do like it don\'t you.\" He smiled slowly, \"I can show you how it works the best, if you like.\"


Harry looked at the ground. He liked nothing of the sort. In fact, he tried to demonstrate this by leaning further away, hoping there was slack in the leash, also finding that it helped relieve...tension.


Draco chuckled again, reeling the leash in, keeping it taught, keeping at least one of the spikes pressed against Harry\'s throat, wanting nothing more at the moment than to see him writhe.


When the spike pressed into his neck, Harry\'s eyes managed to fall closed like leads. His head fell back, in turn pressing it more in, his hands stumbling to lay behind him so he didn\'t fall backwards. His eyes moved beneath the lids, trying to convince himself that this wasn\'t happening, to force himself to sit up again and ignore it all.


Draco was half-purring at that point, his breath hitched when the spike finally broke skin, he could practically taste the exact moment it happened, swallowing reflexively.


Harry\'s eyes widened when the spike pierced his neck, his mouth dropping open in a half gasp. He exhaled sharply, his hands tensing. He looked at Malfoy almost in a way of wonder, not sure what was going on...


Draco\'s tongue flicked out over his lower lip, swallowing reflexively once more, free hand darting out, thumb sweeping across the smear of blood that trailed out from under the collar.


Harry lifted his head as Malfoy reached out, seemingly shocked that he was bleeding, having not realized that something had...hurt him? He wasa confused as ever now, closing his eyes and lightly shaking his head.


He swallowed once more, apparently utterly transfixed by the berry-bright smear across his thumb. He smirked faintly, sucking it off lightly and shaking his head, \"You\'ll have to be more careful won\'t you pet?\"


Harry looked at Malfoy, showing his confusion. He knew it should hurt, and he had felt a sting...but...it had felt...soooo good. When the other spoke, it seemed to remind Harry of his...predicament. He shifted in his spot again, rising back to his knees, but parting them in attempts to ease the pressure.


His tongue flicked out over his lower lip a moment later with a faint sigh, he wanted more, and he wanted it now, but he wasn\'t ready to subject his pet to that just yet.


Harry looked at Malfoy, biting his lower lip in shifting. \"May I use the bathroom now...?\" He hated it, but Harry was nearly begging to be able to do something, anything really. He felt like he was going nuts, in more ways than one. He needed release. He needed to get free, yet he didn\'t want to. He couldn\'t be feeling like this, yet he was. His mind was spinning.


Draco chuckled softly, giving the lead a slight tug, snapping it free from the collar, \"Five minutes pet, then I\'ll come looking for you.\"


Harry normally would\'ve complained, then again normally he doesn\'t have to ask. He kenw it would take longer, despite everything, but he walked/waddled off anyway, closing the door and immediately unbuttoning the annoying robes. He leaned against the wall, sliding down until he was laying on the floor, trying not to pant as he began to work himself.


Draco of course knew full well what was going on, and it caused him to smirk, watching the clock over the fireplace, counting the seconds so that he could open the door when five minutes had passed to the second.


Harry lost track of the time as he laid there. He was having issues, being in a new environment and everything. It was getting to at least one head, and not alowing everything to work as it had. Unfortuneatly it was nearly the five minutes before he finally got a good and forward moving reaction, choking on a soft groan as he worked himself.


Draco chuckled at the sound, shaking his head as he very nearly flung the door open, leaning against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest.


Harry nearly jumped out of his skin, sitting up suddenly and looking at the door, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, caught in the act. He\'d even forgotten to take his hand off and cover himself up. He looked at Malfoy, almost begging for more time with his eyes, his head leaning against teh wall in writhering. His muscles were telling his arm and hand to keep going, when his logic was going \'AHH!\'


Draco chuckled again, brow arched at that infuriating angle, part challenge, part utter condesencion, \"Well well well, who would have thought. Enjoying yourself pet?\"


Harry closed his eyes in the way a little child would after a fight with a parent for the last piece of cake, and the parent won. He almost whimpered as he pulled the robes over himself, feeling like he\'d just been sentenced to death for his action.


Draco chuckled once more, \"Oh don\'t stop on my account, honestly I was quite enjoying the show.\"


Harry\'s face was beet red, but he was at the point where he would do it in front of the Garden Party if that was the only way...hell he\'d even....screw Ma..... Harry pushed that thought and almost whimpered as he fell back against the floor, swallowing in nervousness as he parted his robes again.


Draco\'s voice was a low purr, he had been enjoying the view of course, and was likely to continue to do so, \"Good boy.\"


Harry groaned to himself as he tried to find the pace again, working first with his leaking tip to spread it around. Clenching his teeth he worked the slick down and quickly grasped himself, running his hand up and down firmly, trying to just get to the point. He was at a point where if it had been someone else, he\'d beg and scream for it. He\'d never felt this strongly before and he arched his back as he twisted his hand slightly for added dimension.


Draco arched a brow slightly as he watched, he\'d always had a certain fascination for watching others masturbating, this was far more interesting than what he\'d been planning.


Harry\'s jaw dropped as low groans worked their way from him, his left hand pressed firmly against the floor, rocking his body more to the right side, lifting the left up--unpurposefully. His right hand loosened, worked at attempting a fast approach, his teeth clenching together as his eyes did. Giving up on that with a exasperated pant, he returned to the firmness of previously, working at the head, rubbing his fingers over the tip, making a loose fist and pressing it down on himself as if he would be entering something.


Draco\'s smirk spread, still leaning back against the doorframe, though watching the brunette was almost as arousing as just listening to him, and the sounds he kept making were simply too much.


Harry groaned, his left hand curling into a fist as his head leaned back and his back arched against the tiles. His hips bucked into his fist and he repeated it, working slower down his harness until he gasped. His body seemingly stiffening as he panted, eyes opening and staring at the wall upside down behind him, but looking glazed over in bliss. He whimpered in happiness, unconsciously, at finally achieving his release, his hand pumping to ride it out, and work everything out so it wouldn\'t be uncomfortable still...after.


Draco smiled slowly then, nodding once before applauding softly, \"Wonderful pet. Simply wonderful.\"


Harry was panting, eyes now closed, face flaming red and burning. His heart was pounding and he simply collapsed back to the floor, chest rising and falling rapidly.


Draco let him rest a moment before snapping his fingers, \"Up. Let\'s go.\"


Harry blinked, still breathing rather heavily and swallowed. He\'d nearly forgotten where he was. He lowered his eyes in embarassment that he\'d been watched. He stood a bit shakily, havng not experienced something so strong in a while, and leaned on the wall, making his way to the door.


Draco smiled, catching his arm, leading him off to the master bedroom once more, \"Come along pet. Dinnertime.\" For himself at least.


Harry followed, stumbling only a few times along the way. Still a bit disoriented, but used to it, without his glasses and such. Dinner...? Wasn\'t that what the garden party was...?


That had been a luncheon, and anyway, Draco hadn\'t eaten anything, of the two of them, only Harry had.


Harry blinked as they entered the differently lit Master Suite. He couldn\'t focus on anything. Maybe his eyes were decieving him, but was that a huge King+ bed...with a canopy and curtains....and a mirror...on the ceiling?! Harry shook his head and looked at the ground. Nah, he was just...dizzy.


Actually that\'s exactly what it was, feather mattress and everything. Draco smirked as he settled Harry on the edge of the bed, settling beside him and lifting one of the brunette\'s hands, fingers stroking along the line of almost purple against the tender skin at the inside of his wrist.


Harry smiled at the softness of the bed, enjoying it a lot. He looked up and noted that he had in fact been right...he wasn\'t sure whether that made him nervous or.... Well, at the moment, it rather did a number of things. Glancing at Malfoy who had taken his wrist and was stroking it oddly, he looked at him in question, wondering if he sould say anything.


Draco arched a brow, fingers brushing along the collar once more, removing it as easily as he\'d put it on, settling closer to the other man once more, very nearly purring even still, keeping his firm hold of Harry\'s hand the whole while.


Harry swallowed thickly, and rubbed his free hand along his neck. He paused as he found the point where the spike had pierced his flesh, and found himself poking it a few times. His green orbs danced across random focal points in the room, wondering still why Malfoy felt he needed to have a grip on his wrist. He wouldn\'t run...he didn\'t think.


Draco was definitely purring by then, pressing himself closer, free hand catching Harry\'s other arm, leaning in to nuzzle the puncture made by the collar.


Harry\'s neck leaned forward as Malfoy was rubbing against the mark, his mouth dropping in a silent awe of the sensation. Letting his eyes close, his arms tensed in his grasps for a moment before relaxing and going near limp.


That was all Draco had been waiting for, he purred faintly as he latched onto the other\'s throat, teeth puncturing skin easily, almost moaning at the sudden saltsweet wash across his tongue.