"This spell will cause the recipient's intestines to be pulled out through their nasal cavity, while ensuring that they are alive throughout the process."  Draco furrowed his brow at the page, half trying to imagine what that would look like, and half trying very hard not to.  He held his thumb over the page, closing the book to reread the title as he had several times over the last few weeks.  ‘Medieval Tortures Used By the Black Wizard, Lord Lanerous.'

Lord Lanerous had been a a powerful wizard, Draco would give him that.  In his day, he had struck fear in the hearts of all those who crossed his path, but he was also a very messy individual.  Most of his tortures involved a lot of blood, the rest other bodily fluids.  If Draco were going to torture someone, it would be subtle and, above all else, clean.  There were plenty of things you could do to someone without mucking up the floors.

He went back to reading the long list of things you needed to know in order to make the spell work.  It was a Hogsmead weekend and, as such, the dorms were practically empty.  Even the first and second years were out and around the castle, mostly because they didn't want to be left alone with Malfoy, lest they make too much noise and incur his wrath.  Draco's mouth twitched upward at the thought that he could inspire at least some fear, even if it was in eleven-year-olds.

Blaise had invited Draco to join him.  Pansy had practically begged him, her not so pretty lip pouting thickly, calling him pet name, which included the ever annoying ‘Dray.'  For the love of Merlin, his name was only two syllables - she could bloody well pronounce them both.  If his father thought Draco was marrying that over pretentious, pug-faced cow, he had another thing coming.  At least mother had been pretty.

Despite their best efforts, however, Draco had stayed in to study.  He'd spent so much time with Harry the last week that he was desperately behind and if he didn't pass the next test his father owled him, he'd be looking at a stern lecture, not to mention the make up work would get in the way of spending time with his friend.

Draco paused as he realized that he'd thought of Harry as his friend.  Draco never really thought of anyone as a friend, per say.  Greg and Vincent were his followers, minions as he liked to call them; Pansy was a sycophant, and that was putting it nicely; Blaise was the closest thing to a friend he'd had, but even then, Blaise was more of an advisor.

Harry was different.  Harry really listened to him, going so far as to ask questions so that he could better understand what Draco was talking about.  Harry asked Draco for advice and took it, which probably wasn't the wisest thing he could do.  Harry didn't insult him, not even in the discrete little jabs that Pansy threw his way when she thought he was being mean to her.  Harry was pleasant to look at. Harry was...

His train of thought was interrupted by loud footsteps thundering down the stairs.  The door to his room was flung open and... Harry was here.

"What the...?"

Harry slammed the door shut behind him and pressed his back to it, eyes darting around the room anxiously.

Draco put the book down on his bedside table and sat up. "Harry, what are you doing here?"

Satisfied that no one was in the room, Harry relaxed against the door, still breathing hard, but smiling.  "We have to have sex."

That was... unexpected.  Of course, he should have been prepared for it.  Well, not that exactly, but something like that, because Harry was nothing if not unpredictable.  Half of everything that came out of Harry's mouth was a mystery to Draco.

"We have to... wait, what are..."  He stopped, because apparently, shock impeded his ability to form proper sentences and that was hardly dignified.  Whatever had brought this on must have been important.  Harry's fear of strangers was the stuff of legends and if Harry had not only left Snape's room, but made it through the dungeons and to Draco's dorm…  Wait.  "How did you know where I was?  And how did you get in?"

Harry's smile brightened, "I asked someone.  They were nice."  Hm, one of the first years, most likely.  "I said I was here to see you and they said I shouldn't, but I told them it was important and that you wouldn't mind."  Harry's smile faltered and he looked at the book Draco had been reading, "You don't, do you?"

"No, of course not, it's just..."  Just, what?  Oh, right, the sex.  "Why is it that we have to have sex?  Not that I'm complaining, god knows I could do with a good tumble, but why?"

With another nervous glance around the room, Harry peeled himself off the door and sat on Draco's bed, his knees bent under him.  "I did what you said, but Severus said that I should have sex with someone else before I decided that I wanted to be with him.  So, we have to have sex so that Severus will believe me when I say that I want to do it with him.  You see?"

Draco tried to work through Harry's thought process, but, as usual, it fairly well hopeless.  "Harry, did he say to have sex with me?"

Harry's smile faltered, "Well, no, but..."  He scooted closer to Draco, putting his hands on Draco's thighs, dangerously close to that particular part of Draco that had perked up a little at the very word ‘sex.'  "You're the only one I know and he said someone my age and you're my age and I think you find me attractive enough and I think you're a very... pretty boy, so..."

This was wrong in so many very obvious ways.  Harry didn't know what he was asking for.  Oh, Draco was sure Harry thought he did, but the logic was twisted in only the way that someone who didn't understand could have managed.  The problem was that... well, to be honest, Draco hadn't really had sex in some time, nearly two months actually, and Harry's hands were hot on his thighs and his face was only inches from Draco's, those bright green eyes wide with expectation and that mouth open just slightly, the lips wet from where Harry's tongue had swept over them moments ago.

It should have been a hard decision.  It should have been him and Harry arguing about it for hours before one of them caved - most likely Harry, because he was agreeable to the point of idiocy.  It should have been, but it wasn't.  It was Harry too close to him and his body already twitching for it.  Before he'd even registered the move, his hands were on the back of Harry's head and he was kissing him deeply.  Draco felt Harry's fingers clench on his thigh and worked open Harry's mouth, sweeping his tongue inside.

He pulled back suddenly as his tongue brushed against something small and round that tasted like metal.  "You... you have a tongue ring?!"  Again, he knew he shouldn't be surprised, but why hadn't he noticed it before?"

Harry smiled, sticking out his tongue to show Draco the bar stuck obscenely through his tongue.  "Tom made me get it, he said it felt good."

Draco groaned helplessly at the thought of what it would feel good doing.  Harry leaned forward and his smile turned mischievous.  Without speaking, Harry pressed his lips to Draco's and swept his tongue out, rolling the ball over Draco's bottom lip and into his mouth.

Reaching forward, Draco wound his fingers in Harry's dark hair and took back control of the kiss.  His other arm went around Harry's waist, pulling him forward, moaning as Harry fell into place on his lap, melting against him like puzzle pieces fitting together.  It was hard to think with Harry pressed against him like that, making soft noises in the back of his throat.

Draco made quick work of the laces holding Harry's tunic together and pulled back long enough to remove it, baring the expanse of pale skin and Harry's smooth, soft chest.  God, it was like silk under his finger tips.  Grabbing his wand from the night stand, he threw a quick locking charm at the door, one that would shock anyone who dared touch the handle.  It wasn't entirely necessary, because he doubted anyone would dare to interrupt his studies, but faced with this, Draco wanted to be absolutely certain.  He wanted to take his time.

Slowly, he laid his hand on Harry's abdomen and worked it upward until his fingers brushed the silver nipple ring, smirking when Harry sucked in breath and shivered.  "This his idea to?"

Harry shook his head, arching his back as Draco dipped his head and played his tongue where the metal met flesh.  "N... no, was mine.  Thought it... hm... thought it looked fun."

Draco chuckled, because that sounded so much like Harry; getting something as sexually stimulating as a nipple ring, because it looked fun.  Gripping it with his teeth, Draco pulled softly and Harry yelped in surprise, his cock hardening against Draco's stomach.  Draco left a trial of feather light kisses up Harry's chest latched his mouth onto the junction of neck and shoulder.  He sucked hard, tasting the faint copper of blood on his tongue.

Hickies weren't generally his thing.  Draco wasn't the kind of person that needed to mark his territory and with the damn leather collar digging into his cheek, he was painfully aware that Harry was not his, but this wasn't about marking, this was about making Harry feel good.  Biting into the skin, he was rewarded with another yelp, accompanied with a violent shudder.

Harry panted softly, "What... what did you do?"

Draco lapped his tongue over the indentations of teeth.  "Did it hurt?"

"N... no."  Something in Harry's stutters made Draco's cock even harder in its confines.  Up until now, Harry hadn't hesitated to say anything.  No question was too embarrassing, no answer was too degrading - like he had no concept of those things.  Eliciting that from Harry was like an aphrodisiac and Draco had to take deep breathes and reign himself in, because coming in his pants was hardly attractive and even less productive, given the situation.

Wrapping his hand around Harry's hip, Draco bit down again, feeling the muscles shudder under him.  "Do you want me to stop?"

He felt Harry shake his head. "No.  Just... just no one's ever..."  Draco sucked hard at the reddened spot and Harry moaned.  "Oh, my.  That feels..."

The idea that no one had ever done this was both appalling and exciting.  Appalling, because he hated to think what else no one had ever done.  Harry certainly was reacting strongly to the even the slightest pleasurable stimuli, but the idea that he was doing something that no one else had ever done?  That was making not coming in his pants a real effort. 

Pushing Harry back onto the bed, Draco kissed and licked his way down his chest, soaking in all the sounds and subtle movements of the body under him.  As he unhooked Harry's trousers, he looked up at the flushed face.  "Has anyone ever done this?"

Harry bit his lip, drawing it through his teeth before answering, "Once."

It was said with a grimace that told Draco it wasn't an entirely pleasant memory.  He wrapped his hand around Harry's cock and stroked. "Who?"

Harry shook his head and Draco felt the erection in his hand wilt just the slightest bit.

You look like Mister Malfoy.

He hadn't heard Harry mention anyone other than Voldemort before or since and somehow, the idea of the Dark Lord going down on his ‘pet' seemed outright laughable.  So, if not Voldemort, then that left... "It was my father, wasn't it?"

With obvious reluctance, Harry nodded and Draco let a smirk creep onto his face, more to hide the fact that his father sucking cock was something of an unpleasant surprise.  He really should have seen it coming, seeing as he took after the man in everything else.  "Well, if there's one thing I'm better at than my father..."

He let the sentence trail off, dropped his head to take the head of Harry's cock into his mouth and tightening his lips around the shaft.  Harry's fingers clenched into the blankets and his legs stiffened around Draco's shoulders, but didn't move to pull him closer.  Draco lowered his head, drunk on the stifled moaned working their way past Harry's tightly pursed lips.

The salty taste of precome made his cock throb between his legs and he dipped his head lower, taking Harry into the back of his throat.  Harry's bony hips jerked as the muffled noise turned into an outright moan, deep and desperate.  Draco pressed a hand high on Harry's thigh, anchoring him to the bed, while his other hand moved lower, teasing the puckered entrance.

Draco slid off Harry's cock, just long enough to wet two of his fingers.  The first one met no resistance and Draco moaned around Harry's cock at the tight warmth that clenched around him as he moved it, adding the second with the same ease. 

He looked up at Harry's face, not sure what he expected to see, but there was no pain, no... well, anything, really.  Despite the sinful moaning, Harry's expression was utterly blank.  Controlled.  They might as well be reading a textbook for all that Harry seemed to care and, honestly, that hurt Draco's pride.  He couldn't remember a single time when his skills at fellatio hadn't inspired at least something from his partner.  Usually, that inspiration could be found in said partner calling him by various deities, which did wonders for his ego.

Crooking his fingers, Draco pushed them deeper, searching for...

"Oh, god!"  Draco grinned around his full mouth, doing it again and relishing the obvious surprised now registering on Harry's face.  "Oh, god, do that again."

Harry's back arched up and his grip on the sheets tightened, his knuckles turning write as Draco complied.  "What... oh, god, what are you doing?"

Draco moved off Harry's cock and up his body, taking in the fogged over green eyes and the huffing chest, while he continued to pump his fingers inside Harry.  "That, my dear Harry, is one the greatest reasons for a man to take it up the ass."

He passed over it again and Harry's eyes rolled back, "Wha... whatever it is, just… just keep doing it."

"I intend to."

Draco leaned in, kissing Harry with tongue and teeth.  Removing the fingers, he congratulated himself on the soft whimpers Harry made at their loss.  It was intoxicating.   Draco pulled back and warred between getting off the bed and rummaging through his trunk for proper lubricant or doing a very undignified thing and spitting on his hand. 

One look at Harry's dilated eyes, the barest ring of green showing, and Draco had his answer.  Spitting was undignified, but giving Harry the chance to change his mind would be stupid and Malfoys didn't do stupid things, no matter how undignified the alternative was.  He wrapped his wet palm around his cock, slicking it and leaned forward over Harry, who wasted no time in wrapping his legs over Draco's shoulder lifting his hips to offer better access.

Carefully, Draco eased forward, the head of his cock slipping easily into Harry's unresisting arse and, Merlin, Harry just sucked him in, taking him balls deep as the tight heat accommodated him and then tensed right back up.  Draco let his head fall onto Harry's shoulder, shuddering and biting his lip to keep from losing what little control he had.  How could Harry take him that easily and still be that tight?

Lifting his head, he saw Harry smiling up at him, "You little..."  Harry twisted his hips under Draco and Draco moaned, "Stop that, or this'll be over before it even begins."

Harry's lower lip pouted and Draco captured it between his teeth, pulling Harry into another deep kiss.  Slowly, he pulled out halfway before sinking back in.  Muscles he didn't even know existed tightened around him and Draco ran a hand down Harry's side, cupping his thigh and pushing it back against Harry's chest to change his angle.  This time, when he pushed in, his cock dragged across Harry's prostate.

Draco watched with something like wonder as Harry's body melted against the sheets and his face took on an expression that could only be described as bliss.  "Oh, god!"  Draco did it again and Harry arched his back, his fists clenching into the sheets again.

Another long, slow thrust and Harry's hand moved up, barely touching Draco's back before letting go and slamming back against the bed.  Harry's eyes closed, his brows pulled together in concentration.

Keeping the pace of his thrusts steady, Draco took Harry's hand, putting it on him again and Harry opened his eyes, tilting his head curiously.  Draco held the hand there firmly. "You can touch me."

Harry started to smile, but Draco hit that spot again and Harry's eyes rolled, "I'll touch anything you want, just... keep going and... harder, Draco. And faster."

Harder and faster Draco could do, he just wasn't sure Harry could take it.  Sure, Harry had been Voldemort's... pet, but he was still so small and Draco was half afraid he'd break him.  Harry's fingers dug into Draco's hip and Draco reluctantly picked up speed, watching Harry for any sign he was in pain.  There weren't any, if anything, the faster Draco went, the more of those delicious noises Harry made.  The ones that said he was anything but displeased.

Bracing his hands on either side of Harry's head, Draco bore down, picking up speed, answering Harry's yells for "harder" and "faster," until the only thing Harry seemed to be able to say was, "Draco, god, Draco!  Draco!"  Draco's balls tightened and he just barely had the presence of mind to remember to wrap his hand around Harry's cock.  He managed to get off three frantic tugs before Harry came, tightening impossibly and taking Draco with him.

Draco's arms gave out and he fell down on top of Harry, shifting a little to let Harry's legs slip back down onto the bed.  Looked at Harry with glazed eyes, Draco couldn't help the genuine smile.  He rolled onto his back, pulling an unresisting Harry to lay half on top of him.   "That was incredible."

Harry mumbled an agreement, and closed his eyes, almost instantly relaxing into sleep.  Draco chuckled and worked his fingers into Harry's slightly damp hair, staring at the ceiling.  He had a lot to think about.

 

*****

 

It was like sleeping with a very large, mostly hairless cat.  Harry mumbled and purred and stretched and rubbed his head against Draco's chest, leaving Draco unable to sleep.  Not that he could have slept anyway.  His mind raced with everything Harry had done - every expression, every noise.  He kept thinking about the way Harry had touched him and then immediately pulled back, like he'd done something wrong.

It bothered Draco, reminded him what Harry was and who he did it for.  He'd spent the past two weeks with Harry and even with all the little sexual things that Harry did on an almost subconscious level, it was hard to remember that Harry had been, quite literally, a sex slave.  When they'd been having sex, it had been painfully obvious.  Harry could play his own body like the finely tuned instrument that it was and he could play anyone else's right along with it.

Moaning at the memory, Draco shook Harry. "Wake up."

Harry frowned in his half sleep and cuddled closer to Draco, yawning widely. "Why?"

Draco tugged on the nipple ring, eliciting a sharp yelp from Harry, "Because I can't sleep with you making all that noise."

"I don't make noise!"

Draco raised an eyebrow to the sour pinch of Harry's face.  "Yes, you do."

"I do not."

"Do too."

"Do not!"

Cupping Harry's cheek in his hand, Draco kissed him soundly.  "Professor Snape must be taking a Drought of the Living Dead if he can sleep through all that."

Harry didn't retaliate beyond putting his head down on Draco's chest and pouting, his lower lip jutting prettily.  Draco lazily ran his fingers through Harry's mussed hair.  "Harry?"  Harry tilted his head up.  "Would you mind... I mean, there's a good chance I'll end up with Voldemort this summer.  Could you tell me what he's like?"

After a moment, Harry closed his eyes, looking back down with a sigh.  "He's nice.  At least, to me.  I have board games and if I want anything, all I have to do is ask.  And my cage is huge.  I can lay flat both ways."

Draco's stomach clenched at the adoration in Harry's voice.  Merlin, a cage?

And then, because the cage wasn't bad enough, "I'm not allowed to talk to anyone else unless he tells me I can, except for Tibby."

"Tibby?"

"The house elf."  Harry sat half up, suddenly smiling.  "She's always been there.  She makes sure that everything's clean and that I'm fed, but she has a lot to do, so she isn't there very often."

"Oh."  Draco didn't know how to react to that.  Harry was excited talking about a house elf, who had probably been his best friend.  It was sad in a way that Draco couldn't even begin to quantify.  "What were the other rules?"

"I have to eat everything on my plate.  I have to go to bed when he tells me to.  Oh, and I'm not supposed to read."

"But you do."

Harry nodded, "He cares for me.  Really.  Even if he knew, I don't think he'd have punished me for it."

There it was, what Draco had been afraid of.  Punishment.  Many a night, he'd been witness to the kind of shape his father was in after a night with a displeased Dark Lord.  He didn't even want to imagine what kind of punishment Voldemort would dish out to a disobedient pet.  "How did he... punish you?"

The smile widened and Harry laid his head back down, this time facing Draco.  "He tried to spank me a few times, but he couldn't.  Sometimes he'd attach the cuffs to the bed and leave me there all day or, when he was really angry, he'd make me sleep in my cage for the night, but I think that bothered him as much as it did me."

There was that cage again.  "Did you have to sleep with anyone else?"  Harry nodded hesitantly, his smile instantly gone and the knot that had become Draco's stomach, dropped.  "Right, my father.  Anyone else."

Harry shook his head this time, eyes wide and honest.  "Just them."

Just.  It could have been worse.  Logically, Draco knew that.  Harry could have been servicing all five of the Death Eater's that comprising Voldemort's most trusted.  Hell, he could have been servicing any Death Eater who wanted a turn with him.  Just Voldemort and Draco's father should have been a relief, but it wasn't.

A strange thought popped into Draco's head and he voiced it before he could stop himself.  "Did you ever say no?"

Harry sat up onto his knees, his brows drawn together, "No?"

Forget his stomach dropping, it was more like someone had run into it with a racing broom.  "To sex?  Did you ever say that you didn't want to?"

"Why would I?"

"I don't know."  Draco pushed himself up as well, until his back pressed against the headboard.  "If you were sick, or just... not in the mood."  After a short pause, Harry shook his head.

What the bloody hell was he going to do?  Dumbledore had agreed to give him protection, but that had to be done as discreetly as possible.  Mostly, because Draco didn't fancy being in the line of fire every time he stepped outside of Hogwarts.  Discreet involved Draco going home for summer holiday and that was going to mean...

"Does it bother you?"

Harry stared blankly back.  "Does what bother me?"

"Talking about this."

Harry shook his head again.  "Should it?"

Draco rapped his arm around Harry's shoulder, pulling him back down.  It was hard enough talking about this without looking at Harry's face, blasé and unconcerned when the subject was anything but.  "What was it like, sleeping with Voldemort, I mean?"

He felt the shrug against his chest and put a hand on Harry's head, absently stroking it.  "I don't know.  It wasn't bad, but it wasn't... well, it wasn't anything like just now."  Draco smiled to himself, twisting Harry's hair around his finger.  "It hurt when I was younger, but I got used to it.  Not that it feels like nothing, it's... comfortable and familiar.  It reminds me that everything is okay.  I don't think I miss it, though."

"How old were you the first time?"

It felt like a long time before Harry answered and when he did, his voice was soft, nostalgic almost.  "I was eight the first time we really did it, but I always knew we would.  He'd been preparing me since I was five and he always told me about it.  He told me what it would be like and what I was expected to do." 

Draco tried to imagine what Harry might have looked like at five, but his mind stuttered and his stomach protested.  He wanted to tell Harry to stop talking, but he wanted to know, felt like he had to hear it.  "When I was six, I teased him for days until he let me suck him off.  I just... I wanted to make him happy and he seemed to really want it when he talked about it.  Like it was important and if I could do that..."

Harry's hand slipped over Draco's leg and brushed against his cock.  As much as Draco was disgusted, his cock didn't seem to share in that.  Worse, Draco was abundantly aware that in situations like this, his cock was firmly in control of the rest of him.  The fingers wrapped around him and squeezed and Draco moaned softly, "Stop that."

Scooting further down the bed, Harry bit into the covers.  Draco watched Harry pull them back and moved forward again, running his tongue up and around Draco's quickly hardening length.  The tongue ring dragged over the sensitive bundle of nerves at the head of his cock and Draco put his hand on the back of Harry's head, staring at the green eyes looking back up at him.

Harry sat up and moved to straddle Draco's hips, taking Draco's hand and moving it behind his back.  Draco gripped Harry's arse, sliding his fingers between the cheeks and pressing one against the still slick pucker.  God, this was wrong.  He shouldn't be doing this, not now, not with what Harry had just told him.  The idea of sex with Harry should...

Harry pushed back against the finger and it popped in, no resistance, just tight, yielding warmth.  Draco pushed his finger in deeper, twisted it around until Harry moaned deep and threw his head back, grinding down against Draco's hand desperately.  Pulling out the finger, Draco gripped his cock, positioning it against Harry's arse.

A hand suddenly gripped his wrist and he looked up.  Harry's eyes were twinkling mischievously, all hints of lust gone.  Grinned, Harry bit his lip, "No."

Draco's balls tightened in protest and he growled softly, pushing Harry back onto the bed, towering over him.  "You did that on purpose."

Harry didn't deny it, he just smiled, legs spread on either side of Draco's hips, in no way attempting to move away, or close himself off.  Dropping his forehead onto the mattress, Draco groaned.  He was painfully hard, but if Harry'd said no, he couldn't...  No.  He couldn't, but Harry could.

"Harry," Draco bit softly at the lobe of Harry's ear, "if you don't want me to fuck you, how would you feel about fucking me?"

Before Harry could respond, Draco flipped them, pulling Harry up to straddle his hips.  Harry stared down at him, as wide eyed and just as shocked as they'd been at the prospect of saying ‘no.'  "You... you want me to...?"

Instead of answering, Draco gripped the back of Harry's head, kissing him.  Slowly, Harry relaxed, taking control of the kiss and if Harry was even half as good at this as he was at kissing, Draco didn't doubt he was in for the ride of his life.

-tbc-