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He Defines Me
Chapter Four
Draco Malfoy sat in his bed, leanings against the headboard, thoroughly engrossed in a book his father had sent him. It was a common scene, Lucius wanted his son to be well versed in the dark arts and he saw no reason for his training to slack during the school year. What was uncommon, however, was when someone, even one of his ‘friends’ decided to interrupt him.
Looking over the edge of the book, he surveyed Blaise Zambini who appeared somewhat nervous, as though he wasn’t sure which was safer, to run up the stairs to the common room, or past Malfoy to his bed. "Hey, Snape’s upstairs, says he’s looking for you."
Shrugging, he put his eyes back into the book, "Then he can keep looking. It’s the weekend, and I have to study."
Knowing that the stone walls would echo his voice into the common room, he waited. Snape was apparently not pleased with his response, "Draco Malfoy, get up here before I have to come down there!" What a juvenile threat. "And bring some pants," pause, "and a silk shirt."
Pants and a silk shirt? Setting the book on his bedside, he decided this was far more interesting. With one of his shirts and pair of tight cotton pants in hand, Draco bolted up the stairs, "Why the hell do you need my shirt and..." His arm was gripped firmly as Professor Snape began dragged him through the door, "Hey! Where are we going?" Maybe... "I didn’t do anything wrong."
Snape looked back, raising an eyebrow, "I highly doubt that, Mr. Malfoy."
As they neared the Professor Snape’s door, Draco felt a funny feeling in his stomach. What the hell had he needed a change of clothes for? He was thrust through the first door and shoved into the bedroom chamber before he could complain,"Well, Snape, I never knew you were so kinky."
"Shut up, brat." He spun his student around to face the bed and waited for him to take in the visage. Harry really was an image to behold. He’d held the position he’d been in before, on his knees, legs bent back, feet on either side of his hips, and hands firmly placed against the bed and rumbled comforter.
His large eyes were taking in Draco, as well, curious though he said nothing. Draco looked from Harry, his hair wild from the evening sleep and his bright green eyes distinctly tired, to Snape, his robes slightly wrinkled, and whistled, "Way to go, Professor! Looks like I lose the pool, though. Damn, I was sure you were celibate."
For a moment, Severus stared at him as though he had lost his mind, after which he promptly smacked him upside the head, "You will keep your opinions of my sex life to yourself, and I did not sleep with him! Did you’re father teach you no respect?"
"He taught me to respect those more powerful than me." That earned him another smack. "Ow! Will you stop that? You’re going to mess up my hair."
Steering the blond towards the bed, he stopped next to it and pointed at the lone occupant. After a moment, Draco shrugged, holding out his hand, "Hey, I’m Draco."
"I’m Tom’s pet."
"You what?"
Draco stared open mouth while Severus tried to come up with an excuse, and failed miserable, "This is Harry. And you, keep you’re mouth shut about that. I called you here because he needs to be cleaned up and I refuse to be the one to do it. Besides, none of my clothes would fit him."
"You want me to give him my clothes?"
Harry fell to the bed on his stomach, feet in the air, "I really don’t need any, they itch."
Severus grabbed one end of the comforter and threw it over the boy, trying not to smirk as he crawled out from under it, "I told you to keep quite. Yes, Draco, I need you to loan him your clothes until he can get some of his own."
Scowling, Draco surveyed the further ruffled boy, his shirt now hanging off one shoulder and sighed, "Fine, I’ll ‘clean him up.’"
"Good, I’ll be back in an hour."
As the main door shut, Draco began to look over the project in front of him, trying to decide why exactly the boy was wearing cuffs and a collar. Harry had returned to his position on his knees, staring at the other boy intently, "I know who you remind me of." Crawling over, he put a finger on the other boy’s nose, "You look like Mister Malfoy."
Draco stepped back, surprised at the sudden forwardness, "You know my father?" Harry nodded, but said no more, so Draco decided to drop it, opting for bath first, questions later. "Come on, into the bathroom.
Harry, who was very comfortable on the bed, and feeling rather at home frowned, but followed the blond through to the room he had not been in yet. It was very large, bigger than the bathroom at Riddle House. There was a bathtub large enough for three, a standing shower with a seat, and a large vanity style sink.
He waited patiently while Draco drew the bath water, taking off everything besides his collar and right arm band. Draco stared openly at the nipple ring for nearly thirty seconds before dragging his eyes away. He’d seen them before, but only in the nudie magazines he’d stolen from his father. As Harry stepped into the water, he looked back to see Draco fully dressed and was perplexed when he realized he wasn’t getting in with him. "What’s wrong?"
Draco dunked him under water, and grabbed the shampoo, "What do you mean?"
Harry cringed as the soap was worked into his hair, "Why aren’t you getting in? Don’t you need a bath too?"
For a moment, Draco looked shocked, appalled, and even hurt at the suggestion, but got over it by shoving the other boy under again, keeping him there until he was sure the shampoo was out, "No, I do not need one, and even if I did, I don’t take baths with other boys."
"Why not?"
He was far gentler as he put the conditioner in, mostly because he was too busy thinking of an answer, and wondering exactly why he had to give one, "Well, it’s inappropriate for one. And also because I kind of like boys, and it wouldn’t be very good if I got excited, now would it?"
Harry looked over the rim of the tub, but Draco quickly shoved him away before he could get a look at his pants, "Do I make you excited?"
Draco shoved him back under and handed him soap when he surfaced, "Scrub yourself off."
Willing his excitement down, he took the time to locate certain bathroom elements, a brush was a good thing, and although he hated to spread germs he couldn’t find an extra toothbrush, so he preformed a basic sterilizing spell. Looking over his shoulder, he caught another glimpse of a very naked Harry reached for a towel. There was a discrete giggle from Harry as Draco turned away, but the blond decided to ignore it for the sake of his dignity, and wait for the blush to pass.
By the time he turned around Harry had put the leather cuffs back on his ankles and other wrist and was looking for his shorts. "No, wrap the towel around yourself, and sit down."
When he was seated and Draco had started brushing his hair he began questioning him, "So, what’s with the domination get up?"
"Tom gave them to me."
"Someone gave you a collar?" He reached over to touch it, but stopped as he noticed Harry getting uncomfortable.
"Yes, for my birthday. And these," he held up his wrists, "and those." and pointed to his ankles.
"Aren’t they uncomfortable?"
"Not anymore." He fingered the wet one absently, "It feels odd when their not on."
Having given up getting the hair to stay in place, Draco led him into the room and stood him in the center, "Where are you’re underwear?" Harry shook his head, and for a moment Draco shook back, confused, before the meaning settled in. "You don’t have any." He nodded and Draco stood there, utterly perplexed.
Now what? He couldn’t very well leave a naked boy in the middle of Snape’s bed chambers while he went off the get undies. Not only that, but he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted someone running around in his. After a moment, he did the only thing he found reasonable, despite the fact there was a good chance Snape would kill him, he began rummaging through his Potions Professor’s drawers hoping to find a pair of boxers.
After several minutes he came up from his project more or less triumphant. He’d convinced Harry to take off the ankle cuffs, but the boy had refused to let Draco touch his collar or wrists, so those had stayed. Even with those, he might have looked somewhat regal if he’d stop fidgeting.
As they waited for Snape to return Draco lounged on the sofa, while Harry insisted on sitting on the floor with his chin pressed into the cushions, looking up childlike at the boy above him. He’d never been around someone his own age. There had been a window in the bathroom at Riddle House, enchanted so that it could not be seen from the outside, and on occasion Harry had watched the death eater’s children playing in the yard below, but he’d never talked to them.
He’d seen Draco before, always standing away from the other children, always keeping to himself, or following behind his father. He’d looked self important from afar, but now that Harry saw him up close he looked more bored. Mr. Malfoy always looked as though he were thinking about something very important, Draco looked as if he were trying to look like that. Like now, by all appearances he looked as though he were reading the book, but Harry hadn’t seen his eyes move the entire time.
"Draco, I’m bored."
He didn’t bother to look up, "Good for you."
Harry lifted his arm up to the couch and rested his head on it. Last night something strange had happened, and he wanted to ask Draco about it, but wasn’t sure how. "Draco, do you like Mister Severus."
The blond didn’t bother to look up, he’d probably found the same picture Harry had the night before, and like Harry, he was probably trying to figure out exactly what the ghouls were doing the witch they had tied down. "He’s all right, annoying bastard, doesn’t give a rats ass what you’re doing if it serves his purpose, but he can be nice, too."
That wasn’t what he’d meant. He’d meant ‘like’ as in when Draco had said he ‘liked’ boys. "Does he excite you?"
Draco’s fingers went nerveless and the book slid from them into the lap, pages rustling and losing his place. "What? Are you kidding?" When Harry didn’t answer, he gulped heavily, wondering what had brought this on, "No, he’s as old as my father, not to mention, he isn’t exactly a looker."
"Looker?"
"Handsome, pretty even. He’s not bad, but not my type either."
"Oh." Harry put his head back down, turning slightly away.
Closing the book, Draco sat up, "What do you mean, ‘oh’? Where the hell did that come from?"
Harry shrugged, and for a moment the other boy contemplated shaking some sense into him, but the lock on the door clicked and he ended up grabbing the book and pretending, once again, to be interested.
Severus stood at the door for moment, deciding why Malfoy was reading a book on aphrodisiac potions written in ancient Gaelic. He didn’t think Malfoy could read common Gaelic, let alone the older varieties. Then again, he probably couldn’t. Severus couldn’t, but the pictures alone had been worth the purchase. Just as he was about to mention that particular parts of that book were far too mature for young Malfoy to be looking at, Harry sat up from his kneeling position, looking at the page Draco was on. His eyes lit up and he smiled, as though it were something brilliant, and put his finger on the page, "I’ve done that one."
Both the rooms occupants looked at him for a moment, too stunned to react. Draco was the first to move, shifting his face again to the book, his cheeks reddening at whatever he saw. Before Severus could even begin to stride towards them to see exactly what it was Harry had done, Draco slammed it shut and tossed it over the back of the sofa, "Well, guess I’m done here!"
Severus wanted to stop him, his natural instinct would have been to reach out and grab his arm to prevent the escape, but he was far too shocked at the prospect that Harry had done anything depicted there to move until well after Malfoy was out of the room.
Staring a few more moments at the boy still seated on floor, a look of confusion and concentration plastered across his brow, Severus turned and walked out the door, locking it firmly behind him. He had absolutely no idea where to proceed from here, and he needed sage like advice. He needed Albus Dumbledore.
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