Baying At The Moon, chapter 2
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bottom_dracoChapter 2: Revelation
And I’ve come to realize you’re the only thing I want and I
I’ve fallen all the way in
-The Distillers “Love Is Paranoid”
They were in the bath when Harry first told Draco he loved him.
It was the night after a particularly grueling Gryffindor/Ravenclaw match and the tub was filled with water treated with every accoutrement the Prefect’s bathroom had to offer. The lights were dimmed to near darkness and Harry was seated on one of the lower steps, with Draco straddling his lap. His fingers were stroking Harry’s cock, and his mouth hovered above Harry’s, which was open in a perpetual gasp.
When Draco moved on to his neck, the other boy’s hands began to roam over his back, finding his scar almost immediately. Two weeks later, it was still a little sore. Not too deep, indeed.
Draco let out a thready moan when Harry’s fingers pressed into the wound. Harry put a hand on his chest and pushed him back to look Draco in the eye. After a beat of silence, he said,
“Do you belong to me?” Draco snorted.
“I don’t belong to anyone, Potter.”
“Liar,” Harry scoffed, pushing him roughly away. “You belong to your father, don’t you?”
“Fuck you, Potter.” Draco said, slipping beneath the surface of the water for a moment. He re-emerged and shook his head, sending water flying. “Do you belong to me?”
“I don’t know if I want to.”
“That wasn’t the question.” Draco muttered, scrubbing his hands through his hair.
“I guess it depends on whether or not you want me to. Belong to you, I mean.”
“And do you want *me* to belong to *you*, Harry?” Draco asked, assuming his previous position and wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck.
“Of course.” Harry said, blinking. “I love you.” Draco’s breath caught in his throat for a moment.
“What?”
“Didn’t expect me to say it?” Harry said, smirking and running his hands back down to Draco’s scar. “I think you belong to me and you just don’t know it. Or else you wouldn’t have let me do this.”
“I have to want to, remember?”
“Oh, trust me,” Harry said, sliding his hand down to Draco’s entrance and pressed three fingers into him with relentless force. “You do.”
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Later that night, Draco lay on the damp floor of the bathroom, entwined with Harry.
“I have to go home next weekend.” He sighed into Harry’s neck. He felt Harry stiffen against him..
“Daddy call you back?” Draco sighed and sat up.
“I just thought I’d let you know.” He said, collecting his clothes and slipping his sweater back on. “I don’t need the usual tirade against my entire bloody lineage.”
“Have a good time, then.” Harry replied, with a distinct chill in his voice. Draco sighed and finished dressing.
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When Draco went home that weekend, he wasn’t too surprised to find Lord Voldemort at the table when he came down for dinner.
“My Lord.” He said, dropping his eyes as he spoke. “It’s an honor to have you.”
“Yes, I’m sure, Draco.” Voldemort replied, smiling in a pleasant way that made Draco’s skin crawl.
“Draco, I’m sure you’re aware of why we called you home.” Lucius said smoothly as Draco seated himself.
“I have a suspicion, Father.” Draco answered, forcing a smile.
“Well, after much discussion, our Lord and I have decided that you’re old enough to take the Mark, and that while it would make your spying at the school a bit more risky, we can’t allow you to work for us without a show of our…gratitude.”
Read: a show of your obedience. Draco smiled in what he hoped was an eager way.
“Absolutely, Father. You know I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”
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‘At least I can get better information now.’ Draco thought an hour later as his entire left arm screamed with pain.
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The next night, their was a massive Death Eater meeting in the Malfoy Manor library. When Draco started to enter the room at the end of a string of Death Eaters, Lucius put a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back.
“Not yet.” He said simply, and closed the library doors behind him.
Draco rolled his eyes and cradled his arm to his chest as he took his wand out. He got to his knees in front of the door and cast Oirora, a listening spell on the door, as well as an additional recording spell, and leaned against the door to wait out the meeting.
Four minutes later, the door was yanked open and Draco tumbled unceremoniously into the room. He found himself looking up at a ring of Death Eaters, including his father, who was standing directly over him with his wand pointed at Draco.
“My own bloody son.” He said flatly. He shook his head in disgust. “Take him to the dungeons.”
With that command, Draco was dragged through the house to the dungeons beneath the kitchens and shoved into one of the cells.
“If you wouldn’t mind leaving us alone,” Lucius said to the other Death Eaters, before turning a cold smile on Draco. “I think this is a family affair.”
After the other Death Eaters had cleared out, Lucius turned back to Draco.
“I don’t know what made you think you could do something like this, Draco, but I guarantee you, you are going to regret it heartily.” He raised his wand. “Crucio.”
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AN: Yes, Harry loves Draco. And yes, you will feel bad for Draco soon.
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Date: 2004-05-20 07:33 pm (UTC)minimum Ginny please
Date: 2004-05-20 06:27 pm (UTC)Oh would Harry always love Draco? Please please?
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