Chapter Three
It was odd that there was a breeze in the room. Maybe one of the others left a window open. Hmm, but that was a warm breeze, not a cold fall breeze. Kind of moist. Maybe they were having a tropical storm or something. No, that couldn’t be right. Although, it would explain the beating in his head that matched the tempo of his heartbeat. But did drums usually cause pain behind the eyes? And why was the humid warm breeze only blowing in his hair?
Opening his eyes, Harry decided, was not the best thing he could do. Pain lanced through his eyeballs as the weak light through the bed curtains hit them. Why was light hurting his eyes? Did he contract some sort of disease? Maybe it was some sort of weapon? Was he under attack? Why was there a second chest under his hand?
Cracking his eyes a bit wider, Harry could see that, yes indeed, his hand was resting on a bare chest that was, unfortunately, much more sculpted than his own. And the shoulder under his head was not as comfortable as it had been a moment ago. Why was there a shoulder as his pillow? Wait. Why was the chest in his bed, bare and not his and more than that, not lumped with breasts?
“Is this the part when you freak out and slap me and all that shite?”
“Ahhh!” Harry sat up faster than his head wanted him to. “Ahh!” he cried out, in a whisper, and grabbed his head. Then another part of his body voiced its complaint. “Ahhh!” He quickly lay back down on his side to relieve the pressure on his posterior.
A chuckle came from above him and the bed shifted. “Are you always this articulate and genteel in the morning?”
“Shut it, Malfoy!”
“Malfoy? And here I thought we were now comfortably on a first name basis,” the blond drawled.
“Piss off! Oh,” Harry moaned in agony as his head protested his anger. “My bleedin’ head is pounding. I’m never drinking again.”
“Says everyone the morning after,” Draco quipped.
“I said, piss off!” Harry whispered angrily.
“I’m going to enjoy pointing out to you, Harry, that you happen to be lying naked in my bed. So, I shall have to decline your invitation to piss off.”
Green eyes opened in agonized disbelief and was greeted by the horrifying sight of green bed clothes and green bed curtains and silver tassels and a green robe, with a silver snake emblazoned on the chest, draped over the foot of the bed. “Oh no,” Harry whispered in horror, “what have I done?”
“You got drunk and got shagged, losing your virginity in the time honoured way.” Draco fluffed the pillow behind his back against the headboard. Harry gingerly moved his head to look up at the insufferable git.
“You bastard! I knew it was a costume!” Harry glared—weakly as his head and eyes were none too fond of the strain anger put on him—at the other man. The blond hair was once again cut to just below the ears and was no longer silver or iridescent or any other nonsensical adjectives. The eyes were also their normal dishwater grey and the stupid ears were quite rounded and no longer as pointy as the jerk’s head. “Let me guess. You got all your friends to dress up and tried to make me believe! Or, wait! I know. You and your lot really are fairies! Of the bum fucker variety!”
“Strong and coarse talk for one whose bum was just fucked,” Draco smirked. Harry’s eyes narrowed – purely out of anger and not out of pain – and he threw the covers off of him.
“I’m leaving. Where are my clothes?”
“Merlin, next you’re going to stomp around about your lost virtue,” Draco griped. Harry reached for the green robe. “Hold on. For your edification, Harry, you are in the Slytherin dorms, arse-naked. Now, I personally will enjoy the show, but you are just going to get angrier. So why don’t you stop tossing about and relax for a minute.”
“Bastard!” Harry continued dragging the robe – it was silk, the poncy git – towards him. A pale hand reached out and grabbed it.
“Look, here.” Draco pushed a small phial under Harry’s nose. “It’s not poison, idiot. It’s hangover ease. It’ll make you feel like your head isn’t going to tumble off your neck.”
“I’m not taking anything from you!” Harry seethed. “Not medicine, drink, or, or… whatever else that happened last night!”
“You’re taking my robe,” Draco helpfully pointed out.
“That’s because – ow.” Harry started over again a few decibels lower. “That’s because you have freakishly stolen my clothes!” he whispered.
“I didn’t steal them. They were left behind at the hill. I’ll get them back to you tonight.” Draco held the phial out again. “Take the tonic. You can’t yell at me properly if you can’t get above a whisper.”
“At the hill,” Harry scoffed. “Are you still going to lie about that? Or have you forgotten you left your wig and false ears off?”
Draco grinned. “They weren’t false. I just happen to only be able to show off my lineage on certain days of the year, when the magic is high. Halloween happens to be one of those days.”
“You are such a rotten liar,” Harry hissed. His head did a big tha-dump in his ears and he had to fight not to lie down. He was already practically there, having to keep the weight off his arse. But he would be damned if his head went back on that pillow again. He had to have some pride left. “Now give me my clothes, you stupid git!”
Grey eyes rolled. “I don’t have them.” Draco clearly and slowly enunciated each word. “You will have to borrow some of mine.”
“I’m not prancing about in your silly Slytherin clothes!”
“Fine.” Draco smiled. “Please do go about naked. I will enjoy myself immensely.”
Harry stopped and eyed him suspiciously. “Wait a minute. Why are you acting like this? Why aren’t you snapping pictures or at the least calling your cronies in to see me in your bed?”
“Why would you think I would want to?” Draco returned.
“Because you obviously got one over on me!” Harry spluttered. “You should be strutting around crowing about how much better you are.”
“Well, I really don’t know why I would need crow about something so obvious,” Draco drawled.
“Argh! Right, I’m gone. Arse-naked or not!” Harry grabbed up the robe and gingerly sitting up he wrapped it around himself. Ooh, something did not feel at all right in his guts.
“If you would just take the tonic, you would not be turning those horrible shades of green. You’re beginning to clash with the décor.”
Putting a hand to his stomach, Harry laid back on his side. “Give it to me,” he whispered miserably. The phial was closed in his fist immediately. Without a second thought, he drank it down in one gulp. Just as quickly, the small phial was removed and a goblet of water was placed in his hand. The tepid liquid quickly cleared the awful taste in his mouth. Handing the goblet back, Harry finally gave in, and laid his head on the pillow and closed his eyes. Taking whatever poison Draco had given him was better than how he felt right no… Wait a minute. Oh, now that was much better. The drummer in his head had stopped his solo and his eyes were no longer feeling like they would explode in any direct light.
“Better?” Draco asked.
“Yes,” Harry answered. And then, with a grimace, “Thank you.”
“You are very welcome.”
Harry opened his eyes and looked up at the irritating blond still sitting with his back to the headboard. Grey eyes watched him and the lips were nearly in a smirk or was that snideness. Wait a minute, no it was… It couldn’t be!
“Are you smiling?” Harry gasped, his eyes going wide in disbelief. “You don’t smile!”
Draco laughed. “Yes, I do, twit. Only rarely, I admit. But you’re cute.”
Harry sat up quickly. “Agh!!! My arse still hurts! And you just said the word cute!”
“Well, I said it was a hangover ease, not a shag-ease.” Draco chuckled. “And yeah, I know the word cute.”
Harry scurried to the edge of the bed. “Who the hell are you! You are not Draco Malfoy! Oh crap, you are a fairy and you have disguised yourself as Malfoy!” Harry pulled the robe tighter around him. “Oh Merlin! I slept with a fairy. Oh no! I was a virgin sacrifice!”
Draco smiled – again! – and shook his head. “This is great. I think I’m going to shag you a lot if you are going to act like this. I had no idea how animated you are.”
“You’re not coming near me, fairy!” Harry threw out the name as if it was the vilest epithet known to man. “If you’ve impregnated me with fairy-spawn, I’ll stake you through the heart!”
“That’s vampires, dolt,” Draco said with an eye roll.
“Whatever! You are not coming near me again!”
“Well, now, there you are wrong again. I will be coming near you quite a lot.” Draco put a hand down on the bed and leaned forward. He came eye level with Harry. “You’re mine from now on.”
“Great! I sleep with a melodramatic psycho-jealous fairy! Harry bats a thousand again!” The brunet grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest. “I am not yours, Malfoy. Just because we… we slept together doesn’t mean you own me or anything.”
“No, but the wine you drank last night does.” Draco smirked and sat back up again. Harry blinked at the words.
“What are you talking about? What wine? The stuff you were giving me to drink?”
“The very same. Last night I was considered a full fairy and granted all the rights, privileges and responsibilities thereof. When you accepted my invitation into the mound and then drank the fairy wine, you became enslaved to me. For life.”
“You’re nutters,” Harry said with a frown. “I mean it, Malfoy. I’m telling you as a frie- well, as a schoolmate, anyways. You need some professional help or a potion or electro-shock therapy maybe.” Harry slid his feet to the ground and grimaced as his bum took the weight of his body for a moment. “I’ll be seeing you around, crazy.” Harry turned and pushed his way through the heavy velvet curtains. The light in the room made him wince for a moment. Once his pupils were able to dilate again, he looked around him.
“What are you lot staring at?” He glared at Draco’s dorm mates, Crabbe, Goyle, and Zabini, as they were obviously just getting ready for the day.
“You killed him,” Zabini stated calmly.
“I wish.” Harry grimaced and then limped – walked! – to the door. “You should get him to see a shrink or something. He’s completely delusional.”
Harry stomped through the Slytherin common room and glared at anyone he met. What he wouldn’t give for his invisibility cloak! Luckily, the few Slytherins he met were too shocked at seeing Harry prancing about in a Slytherin robe – a very distinctive Slytherin robe – to say anything at all. They gaped as he stormed past them and out into the hallway.
Once he made it up to the main floor, he became a bit more careful. Sliding along the wall, making full use of the castle’s gloomy corners and statuary, Harry was able to wing his way to the Gryffindor tower stairs and up them without anyone seeing him. His luck held out only until the Fat Lady saw him.
“And where we you last night? Out all night,” she reprimanded. “And here I thought you were one of the good ones and not following in your father’s footsteps, good man that he was.”
“I, um, fell asleep under an apple tree,” Harry got out. The Fat Lady raised an eyebrow but was prevented from saying anything by a much scarier woman.
“And where have you been all night?” Hermione snarled. Harry slowly turned around to see Hermione standing at the top of the stairs, obviously just returned from breakfast. “We were worried sick!” She nodded over her shoulder to indicate the other party in the “we” category. An obviously exhausted Ron stood a few steps down from her, his head just poking over her shoulder.
“I fell asleep–”
“Don’t you dare lie to me, Harry James Potter!” Hermione advanced on Harry. “And what on Earth are you doing wearing that?!” she hissed.
Harry looked down and pulled the green robe closer. Who wore silk in a stone castle in the middle of Scotland? Honestly, had Malfoy never heard of flannel?
“Oi! That’s a Slytherin crest!” Ron got out, his face finally registering how much trouble Harry could actually be in.
“Panty raid in Slytherin,” Harry offered. Unfortunately, Hermione wasn’t buying.
“Oh? Are they growing the Slytherin girl’s larger, then? For that is quite obviously a man’s robe, Harry. A tall man with broad shoulders,” she stated, crossing her arms over her chest.
“What are you, a seamstress?” Harry shot off. His bum was definitely protesting the long walk and his stomach wasn’t feeling to well-off either. It felt like all his insides had been rearranged. He was not in the mood to be yelled at right now.
“No, observant,” Hermione answered without missing a beat.
“Well, than observe me walking away,” Harry snapped. With just a look, the Fat Lady swung open and Harry walked into the warm and welcoming bosom of the Gryffindors.
“Harry! I am not done speaking with you!” Hermione marched after him and followed him up the stairs. Slowly up the stairs.
“What is the matter with you?” she asked, an eyebrow raising. “Why are you walking like that? Did you fall off your broom?”
“I wish,” Harry muttered. He finally came to the top of the stairs and made his way to his dorm. Luckily, the other boys were still at breakfast.
“Harry! We were terribly worried.” Hermione continued as she watched Harry make his way to his trunk. “You just disappeared. Seamus said that there was a banshee and that you stayed to fight it off. We went out to where you were supposed to be, but there was no sight of you! We were terrified something had happened.”
“Yeah, but we didn’t tell the teachers, yet. So, no worries. We figured you might have just wanted a bit of quiet what with it being Halloween and the anniversary of, you know, your parents and all.” Ron sat down on his bed and watched Harry pull a pair of trousers out of his trunk.
“But when you didn’t return–” Hermione began.
“Alright, alright. I get it,” Harry snapped. “You were worried. I disappeared without a trace and that freaked you out. Okay. Message received.”
“This is the way you are going to treat us for being worried about you?” Hermione asked, scandalized.
Sighing, Harry leaned against his bedpost. “Look, I understand. I do. I’m sorry I worried you. It was an unplanned thing and I whole-heartedly regret it, so I’d just like to drop the conversation and pretend that last night ever happened.”
“Oh, no way!” Ron exclaimed. “You can’t disappear for a night and then reappear wearing only a Slytherin robe without telling us what the hell happened!”
“Oh yes, I can.”
“I know what happened.”
All three heads spun to look at the boy standing in the doorway. Seamus was leaning against the doorjamb, a suspicious look in his eyes.
“What?” Ron asked expectantly.
“You’d never guess the tale the Slytherins are telling down at breakfast,” Seamus drawled, watching Harry with a knowing look.
“Oh? That you are a coward that crawled away when he was frightened by a firework?” Harry asked nastily with narrowed eyes. Seamus glared back.
“No. But they do say someone else crawled. Right out of Draco Malfoy’s bed. Wearing his robe.”
Hermione and Ron’s heads nearly spun off their necks as they turned quickly back to Harry. For his part, Harry was glaring for all he was worth at Seamus.
“Please tell me that’s not true, Harry,” Ron whimpered pathetically.
“I don’t feel good. I’m going to bed,” Harry announced. He threw the trousers in his hands back down into his trunk and slammed the lid shut.
“That’s not all,” Seamus said smoothly as one with juicy gossip is wont to do. “They also say that Draco’s saved the bed sheets. That they have Harry’s virgin blood on them!”
“Harry!” Hermione screeched.
“What!” Harry yelled back. “Are you going to believe a bunch of Slytherins? Or Seamus for that matter?”
“Then why are you wearing a Slytherin-crested robe?” she asked harshly. “And whose robe is it, exactly?”
“I said,” Harry said loudly, “I’m going to bed!”
“You said you lost your virginity to the Patil sisters,” Ron accused.
“Harry! You know that isn’t true!” Hermione shouted.
“Going to bed!” Harry shouted and flopped down onto his bed. He bounced back up almost immediately with a gasp of pain, holding his bum without thought.
“How could you, Harry?” Ron wailed. “And with Malfoy!”
“You are going to Madame Pomfrey right now, Harry,” Hermione ordered. “You were obviously not prepared for your first sexual encounter. If you had come to me, I would have given you some reading material. There is an entire section on your initial bout of intercourse in ‘Wizards Guide to Wizard Only Sex‘.”
“Bloody hell, Hermione, what are you reading?” Ron asked, turning red as a beet.
“If you had discussed with me your gender preferences and that you were considering having intercourse, I would have been able to help you. But you really need to go to the hospital wing and make sure that you haven’t–”
“Stop!” Harry held up his hands, he was as red as Ron was. “Just stop or I am going to AK myself, right here!” The room went silent and Harry looked up. “Okay, fine. You want to know the truth in all its horrifying, embarrassing, nastiness? Well then, here it is. Malfoy got me drunk, made me believe he was a fairy, stole my virginity and then went possessive and crazy. There, in a nutshell. Now leave me be while you run around and destroy any chance of my having a social life in this lifetime!” Harry flung himself onto the bed – on his belly this time – and pulled the pillow over his head. He hummed to himself to drown out his so-called friends voices as they argued amongst themselves. Probably Hermione and Ron trying to save his reputation by gagging Seamus.
A hand shaking his foot – and his poor abused bum—had him lifting his head with a glare. “What?” he snapped. Hermione had apparently changed her ‘harridan’ act for the ‘loving mother’.
“Harry, can you tell us again what happened?” she asked in a no-nonsense yet gentle voice.
“No. I told you and now I have been punished. Now leave me alone.”
“But, Harry, what about this fairy business? Seamus said you danced in a fairy ring,” Ron asked from his eat on his bed. His tone implied that he couldn’t believe Harry could be that stupid.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Yeah. I danced in a bunch of mushrooms. Now I think I may have eaten a couple. Maybe I can have Malfoy arrested for slipping me poison,” Harry said nastily.
“Yes, but you said that Malfoy was a fairy?” Hermione asked with a confused frown.
“No. I said he got me drunk and made me believe he was a fairy. Had the ears and hair and all that. Even got a bunch of Slytherins to do get in costume, too.” Harry shook his head. “I was such an idiot!”
“Slytherins never left the dining hall, Harry,” Ron said slowly, a frightened look on his face. “They stayed, almost all of them.”
Harry frowned. “Well, then he must of hired help, maybe an acting troupe. And a set designer, maybe.” Even as the words came out of his mouth, Harry knew he was being silly. Hermione helpfully confirmed it.
“All just to trick you? I know Malfoy wants to beat you into the ground and humiliate you at every turn. But even he wouldn’t go that far.”
Harry really didn’t want to think about any possibilities. So instead, he sent a nasty glare at his two best friends and the now silent Seamus and pulled the pillow back over his head. He was able to will himself to sleep within a matter of minutes.
Chapter Four
By the time lunch had come and gone, Harry felt he had conquered his feelings. Okay, so he had sex with Malfoy. Yeah, he could deal with that thought. Malfoy wasn’t a bad looking bloke, right? Not great in the personality department, but he had looks and money. Money was a big draw, right? Yeah, looks and money had gotten many a person shagged, so, he really couldn’t begrudge his choice of bed partner. And, yeah, it wasn’t great sex, but he had gotten off and that counted for something. And, hey, he was no longer a virgin. That was a big relief. He had felt like an idiot the second the lie about the Patil twins had come flying out of his mouth that one night he and the other boys had been up late drinking. So, well, now it was official. Harry was now de-virginified. Good news, that. So, okay, it was with another bloke, but still, Harry was counting it. Especially because it hurt. Really hurt. Still hurt, in fact. But Harry was trying to ignore that part. That and the whole fairy thing. The way Hermione and Ron and Seamus had looked so seriously and had left him without another argument had completely freaked him out. But Harry had decided to ignore all of that too. Yes, it was a good thing.
Harry’s feelings of acceptance and relief came crashing down like the sound level in the Great Hall the second he walked in through the double doors. All heads turned to look at him in an exceptionally creepy way, as if they were all puppets or something. Everything was dead silent.
Bollocks! He was not going to let his wonderful wall of denial fall like this. Harry spun right around and came back the way he came. Unfortunately, the sound of dozens of shoes had him cringing.
“Oi! Harry! Wait up!”
Harry kept walking. Feet began running and he was completely surrounded within seconds. All houses were represented, Harry noted. Well, all but Slytherin.
“Hey! Is it true? Did you really shag Malfoy?”
“Was it a bet gone wrong?”
“How could you do that to Gryffindor?”
“What spell did he use?”
“Malfoy is a really good shag, but I never thought you’d ever do it!”
“Back off!”
Harry opened his eyes at the last barked out order. The others head’s turned in unison again – how did they do that? – and one side of the cluster began to shuffle out of the way. Eyes became sharp in their zeal for the juicy scene that was about to unfold as Malfoy, flanked by his cronies, breeched the circle and came to stand next to Harry.
“Potter has been claimed. All of you jackals clear off!” Draco said imperiously.
“Wait a minute!” Ron’s voice, and then body, broke through the crowd. “What the hell are you on about, Ferret?!”
“I told you he went all possessive and crazy!” Harry said, and then turned to Malfoy. “Look, you seriously need help. Right, ha ha, you got me. The whole school knows and the shame of the event will last well into my life. Okay?”
Draco never even glanced at Harry and instead kept his full attention and glare on Ron. “I have full rights, Weasel.”
Ron moved closer and made sure that no one was near enough to hear. “Under what authority?” Ron asked, a fearful look in his eye. Harry decided to ignore that look, too.
“By the authority of my fey heritage. I have full inheritance on All Hallows Eve, Yule, and Eostre. I claimed Harry in a fairy ring.” Draco’s voice was low, sounding like a barrister stating his case. Both the redhead and the blond had moved close together, boxing in the smaller Harry. Harry decided to ignore the fact that he had never seen the two enemies within spitting distance without blows.
“But that does not give you lasting rights,” Ron argued.
“He drank the wine from my hand.”
“You make it sound like I was drinking right out of your cupped hands!” he said nastily. “And that was not the case, psycho!” It was Harry’s turn to be ignored.
“But that does not last forever. You must set the terms of his indenture,” Ron stated, sounding in his own right like an opposing barrister before the court.
“No, I don’t. He willingly gave me his virginity. I have the innocent blood to prove it,” Draco said with a satisfied smirk. Harry turned to the blonde.
“You’re sick! That is reason enough to lock you away. Give me the sheet. I don’t need you using it for some dark magic or something.” Then he turned to look at a very pale-faced Ron. He realized that ignoring a problem may make it easier to live with it, but does not make it go away. “What is this? What does all this mean?”
“It means you’re screwed,” Ron announced quietly.
“In more ways than one,” Malfoy added. Raising his voice he announced, “We’re done here.” The Slytherins began pushing the other students back and forging a passage. Draco grabbed Harry’s arm and dragged him through the opening. A stunned Harry allowed himself to be pulled along. Finally, the realization that no one was shouting for them to stop or halt, or even ‘cut’, dawned and he began tugging his arm away. Unfortunately, Malfoy was apparently stronger than he looked. Which was actually surprising because Malfoy looked pretty strong.
“Let go, psycho!” Harry demanded. “You better knock it off or I’m gonna sick McGonagall on you!”
“Make sure that no one comes near the room,” Draco told Crabbe. Crabbe nodded and passed the message on to the other Slytherins who were following them. There were five of them. Crabbe and Goyle as usual, but three other hulking boys that Harry recognized as back up Beaters and Keeper. Harry struggled – releasing the whole idea of dignity — and began yanking his arm free. Malfoy barely budged.
“If you don’t behave, Harry, I’ll have to lock you in my room until you do,” Malfoy said silkily.
“You just try it, psycho! Merlin, you really are sick. You are taking things too far. You’re going to be kicked out of school, idiot!” Harry suddenly realized that he was being pushed through a door. A bedroom door. “Knock it off! Let me go!” Harry’s voice did not squeak just then.
“Let me spell things out for you,” Draco drawled as he spelled the door closed and released Harry, who immediately put as much distance between him and the crazy blond as possible. “You are mine. I can do whatever I wish with you until the day you shuck off your mortal coil. So, cool it with the dramatics.”
“I am not yours! Okay, we shagged. You have a sick little memento of it. It doesn’t mean we’re married!” Harry tried not to get too close to any of the beds in the dorm room. Especially not the one that he now knew was Malfoy’s.
“Oh, you are indeed mine. Let me lay it out for you, Harry. I am part fairy. Only part, which means I only display and can claim my heritage on certain days of the year. Last night was one of them. It is a night that I have full rights as a fairy. You, my dear muggle-raised, walked right into a fairy ring, which called me to you. From a great party, I might add. You took up my invitation to go beneath the hill and you drank fairy wine. All of these things would make you indebted to the fairy realm, me in particular. But only for a certain amount of time or until an exchange of services or person was initiated. But,” Draco smiled, “you gave me your virginity. By rights, you are now mine. For life.”
Harry blinked. “That is so far fetched. That can’t possibly be true. Did you forget I’m in the same year as you? There is no way that they would not tell us these things or given assigned reading about it, or something.”
“The fairies are a secretive lot. They made a deal with the wizards that their laws would never be published and the wizards would be given more free reign in the Fey domain. The only ones who truly know are the families, pure-blood families, that pass the information down through the generations.”
Harry shook his head. “This is crazy. I’m still drunk. This cannot possibly be real.”
“Again, you, who have seen so much, deny the existence of something so basic that even muggle children know?” Draco strode toward Harry, effectively caging the brunet between two beds. “Now, if you play nice, I won’t make you my slave. Well, I lie.” The blond chuckled. “What I mean to say, is that I can make it unpleasant or,” Draco reached out and grabbed Harry’s chin, “make it extremely pleasurable.” Malfoy swooped down and seized Harry’s lips in a rough kiss. Harry struggled to get away but found strong arms wrapped around him and the back of his thighs pressing against a nightstand.
“Now, are you going to behave?” Malfoy breathed into Harry’s mouth as he drew away a bit.
“This is insane. You can’t own someone, Malfoy! What’s to stop me from just walking away, huh?” Harry struggled to regain his breath because he had not enjoyed that kiss!
“I do own you. And if you were foolish enough to break the bonds of the contract then it is within my full rights to claim a member of your family. And,” Draco said firmly as Harry smiled and opened his mouth to argue, “family is a loose term meaning anyone who is near to your heart. So, guess who I might just claim in your place?”
Harry’s eyes were wide behind their lenses. “Ron?” he asked incredulously.
“Or Granger,” Draco said with an evil smile. “Imagine the fun I would have with Miss Priss.”
Harry really did not want to imagine that. He could just envision Malfoy forcing Hermione to fail a class. Or not read a book. It would be torture! And Ron would be roasted alive! Wait a minute! Did he actually believe what this prat was saying? Ron had believed him. He hadn’t stopped Malfoy when he dragged Harry off. Most disconcerting of all, was that Ron seemed to know what he was talking about. Could this be real? Could he now actually have become Malfoy’s slave!
“Just a minute,” Harry said, using his hands on Malfoy’s chest to keep him back. “I’m your slave?”
“It doesn’t have to be viewed as that,” Draco drawled. “I like to think of it as “forever indebted and completely beholden”.”
“Does everyone else have to know?” Harry asked, refraining from an eye roll at the last statement. “I mean are you going to be a prick and announce to everyone that I was stupid enough to fall into this trap?”
Draco considered. “Most likely. I don’t share and I don’t want anyone nosing around you.”
Harry frowned. “All right. Then what about just pretending that we’re, you know, um, boyfriends.” Harry really wanted a glass of water to wash the foul taste out of his mouth after saying that.
Draco smirked. “Boyfriend? I prefer the term ‘lover’.”
“Fine, then that’ll work,” Harry said with a glare. “Anything is better than people knowing that I am your slave.”
“Really?” Draco appeared disbelieving. Then a sly smile widened his lips. “You are willing to kiss me in public, speak to me nicely and anything else I deem as lover-like?”
“Ugh! You just have to turn the screw a little more, don’t you, Malfoy?” Harry growled.
“I told you to call me Draco, and yes, I do.”
Harry took a deep breath in. “Fine. Alright. Yeah, I’ll do those things.”
“Perfect,” Draco drawled and then claimed Harry’s lips once again.
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