AN: I do not own Harry Potter, the books or the characters.
Rating: T-M
Pairing: DracoxHarry.
Warnings: Mature content, Language, Homosexual relationships.
Chapter I
As the sun edged at the horizon on a very clear, cool day, Harry Potter awoke from his placid slumber. He slowly rose from his bed, rubbing his glowing emerald eyes. "Tuesday." he mumbled lowly, placing his glasses atop his nose.
At a snail's pace he dressed himself in the proper uniform, heading downstairs with a group of Gryffindor's to breakfast.
Everyday passed by like this. Nothing new happened and everything was in perfect order. Until two devious twins decided to bother the poor raven boy.
"We would like you to try something." A feline-like grin was pasted on Fred's face as he placed a small goblet by Harry's bedside.
The boy furrowed his brows and yawned. Apparently it was much too early in the morning for him to cooperate correctly. "What do you want." he mumbled, slurring the words carelessly.
"We want you to try something. It's a lovely drink we've made, Harry. It's called Obsevious." George inquired. He helped Harry and propped him up against the pillows, putting his glasses on for him.
The raven stared at the goblet for a moment in pensive thought. He wondered if it was another trick of theirs. Those twins and their guile schemes. But he chose to drink the very pale, cloudy blue liquid that sat inside the small goblet. His head slightly tilted to the side. "That was actually delicious." he said.
The two Weasley's smiled. "What did you taste?" asked George.
Harry thoughtfully licked his lips for a second. "It was very light and almost had the taste of a pear, but a bit sour at the end when I swallowed. Very smooth texture, like silk."
"Excellent!" The twins singsonged.
Fred slowly stepped back. "Harry, would you please stand and hug George?" he asked.
Confused, Harry stared at him for a moment. "Why would I do that?" he asked in reply. But without even having the thought, he stood and hugged George. Surprise flooded his face. "Huh?"
"It works!" George said happily, prying the raven's arms from his body. But the boy's arms flung around him again.
"It works very well. And he responds rather quickly." Fred concluded, "Harry, would you please go and get dressed.
Harry unconsciously unhooked himself from George and grabbed his uniform, getting dressed elsewhere.
"I wonder what else we can do with him." Fred murmured lowly.
"You perv." George muttered, elbowing his brother in the ribs.
Fred merely shrugged. "It was just a thought. I was curious." he said innocently.
-
Harry was alert at breakfast later on in the morning. He realized that the twins – no, not just the twins. But everyone he knows can control him just by saying a mere three words. He was doomed.
"Harry?" Hermione said softly, noticing that Harry was abnormally jittery.
The poor boy flinched and turned the brunette's way.
"You seem very strange." said Hermione, sitting up to meet his gaze, "Are you feeling alright?"
"Oh, y-yeah. I'm fine. Just fine. Completely okay and not worrying the least bit." Harry lied, turning to face the two twins. They only smiled.
"Harry, would you please tell Hermione the truth?" said George, watching Harry face the brunette yet again.
"I'm not okay. I'm paranoid. The least bit from okay. I'm scared. Those foul creatures sitting right across from me can control me like a puppet!" The small boy firmly gripped the edge of the table, "I was running around for them all morning obeying as if I were their slave! I will not deal with this anymore! I've never been so humiliated in a-"
"Enough, would you, Harry?" Fred ordered.
Harry shut his mouth, unable to speak another word until commanded.
"How could you?" Hermione scolded the two older red-heads at the table. Though, it all seemed interesting to her. Controlling her very best friend with only one command? How ingeniously twisted in one's mind. "Harry," she said, "Would you please pass me a fork?"
Harry obeyed, passing the intelligent brunette a fork. "Not you too." he gasped. Being tortured by his friends was bad enough. Please let nothing else go wrong today.
-
Oh no. Draco didn't have a partner for Potions? How? Certainly something must have gone wrong. "Why..." Harry whispered under his breath, "How could this happen..."
He cautiously sat at the edge of the seat farthest from the blond, focusing his attention elsewhere.
"I am not happy, Potter." Draco muttered, his glowing silver eyes narrowing into a sinister glare.
It was as if he read Harry's mind. He ran around for not one, not two, but for the whole Gryffindor class. Everyone knows how to control his actions now and it was quite amusing to them. Harry wished death upon himself. He folded his arms on the table before him and stuffed his face into them, grumbling foul words under his breath.
"Would you pick your head up, Mr. Potter?" Snape said lowly.
Harry inhaled a sharp gasp and met Severus Snape's gaze. A malicious smirk was planted on the man's face. A small whimper escaped the raven's throat. Now he was doomed.
"Today, instead of taking many more notes on it, you will all be making a Befuddlement Draught." Snape called as the class silenced, "You may not use your notes, but you may use the knowledge you have attained, unless you have not gained that knowledge like the few of you I spy in this room... Begin."
"Let's just get this over with." Harry hissed, already starting on the potion without the help of Draco.
The cocky blond watched the Gryffindor, surprised that he actually knew what he was doing. "I hear something was going around about you, Potter." he sneered, "You did something, didn't you?"
Harry paused for just a moment, but kept his mouth shut and continued his work.
"Would you tell me what's going around? I need something to torture you with." said Draco, his voice low and sinister.
"I can be controlled by anyone because Fred and George gave me a potion." Harry blabbered, covering his mouth with his hand. He was dead.
Draco snickered. Oh, this was going to be fun. "Potter." he hissed, "Would you take all my notes, do all of my homework and projects and serve me for the rest of the year?"
The poor raven ducked his head, choking out a 'yes' and biting down hard on his bottom lip. He sat down when he was finished and nuzzled his face into his folded arms. Nothing could be worse than this. You literally see the red horns, demonic tail, and pitchfork that highlighted Draco's complexion.
"Excellent." the Slytherin snarled. He couldn't wait for the next day. This was pure torture for the boy and the blond loved it. "Sit with me at dinner today. I want you to do something."
"Damn you, Malfoy." Harry grumbled lowly, "Damn you to hell..."
-
"Fred! George!" Harry was furious. Enraged and almost uncontrollable. "Do you know what I just did!? Do you!?" He spasmed with anger, sitting down on the sofa in the Gryffindor Common Room.
"What happened, Harry?" the twins asked in perfect unison.
"I fed the devil dinner!" the raven hissed, "I fed him with my own two hands! I sat right beside him, practically touching Malfoy's body! And I was happy!" His hands tightly balled into fists. This level of anger couldn't compare to Draco's on a regular day.
George sheepishly averted his eyes. "Well, we can't reverse it." he mumbled.
Harry's heart must have stopped. He was completely motionless, staring at the two red-heads. Obviously they were the real devils here. "What did you say!?" he screeched.
The two Weasley's gulped and shrouded away from the boy, quickly running from his sight. They were thinking of an antidote. They'd imagined screaming and objects breaking, but all they heard was quiet whimpering from the couch. Harry was crying.
The small boy realized he was helpless now. He would serve Malfoy for the rest of the year, and probably the year after and the one after that. But he felt a pair of hands gently touch the top of his head.
"Don't cry, Harry." said Ron. Though he wasn't good at most things, he would do his best to help Harry with this tragedy.
"Ron!" Harry cried, flinging his arms around his friend, "Oh, please don't enslave me like the others did! I can't take it anymore, please save me from this!"
"D-don't worry." mumbled Ron, patting Harry atop his head. He flinched as he felt tears soak into his uniform. Surely the boy must be in pure pain.
Slowly, Harry started to calm down. The tears ceased and the burning heat in his cheeks fled. He felt happier. Being comforted was the best medicine for him.
"You can unhand me now." Ron said with a nervous laugh.
"Oh, sorry." Harry smiled and unwrapped his arms from the Gryffindor's body, sighing and sitting back on the sofa. He ran his fingers through his messy, black hair, blotting the tears from his eyes with his sleeve.
"Go to sleep, mate. It's almost midnight." Ron said, yawning and walking to his bed.
Harry decided it was the right thing to do. He needed the sleep since he used so much energy throughout the day.
-
"Come on, Potter. Another bite." Draco ordered.
The Boy Who Lived lowered his eyes and fed the Slytherin his breakfast. He could care less whether he was tortured or not right now. Sleeping for only four hours just wasn't enough for him.
"What's wrong with you today?" the blond asked.
"Nothing, just eat so I can go back to sleep." Harry mumbled drowsily, holding up the fork.
Draco's eyes narrowed. "Would you tell me what's wrong, Potter?"
"I only got four hours of sleep last night and I never get a break from anyone so I'm just really tired." Harry said unconsciously, his voice monotoned. He mechanically fed Draco the last of his food and closed his eyes, the fork slowly dropping from his hand after a while.
"He fell asleep you know." Pansy said, watching Harry for a moment.
"I know." replied Draco, "Just leave him." He glanced down at the boy. His face looked so innocent. So adorable in the strangest way. It was almost intoxicating.
"Are you trying to melt him or something?" asked Pansy, noticing the unusual stare.
Draco blinked a few times and looked up. "What?" he muttered.
"Eh... Nothing, forget it." Pansy murmured, continuing to eat.
Harry didn't wake up until Draco shook him awake. "If we're late I'm blaming this all on you and you'll be doing twice the work for me." he snarled, dragging Harry to the Potions classroom.
The raven slowly opened his eyes and lazily sat down, resting his head against the table. His head pulsed from lack of sleep and his body ached tremendously. I have to take notes for Malfoy. He unconsciously took out a notebook and a quill pen, staring at the front of the class with his eyes half open.
He scribbled across the page, but his handwriting was messy. He sighed. I have to write clearer for him. His main focus revolved around Draco. Nothing else would cross his mind and the blond could see that clearly.
I have to focus.
I have to do it for him.
I have...
Slowly, Harry's mind fell blank and his eyes closed. He was asleep again.
Draco sighed and snatched the pen away, writing his own notes. But he couldn't help but stare at the boy while he slept. He looked adorable. The blond placed a hand on the top of Harry's head, slowly massaging his fingers into the ravens hair. It was so soft.
He jumped back and moved farthest away from Harry. He scared himself. How could he touch Harry like that? It was... It was so wrong. But it felt good. It was so right. He wrote a few notes while entwining a few fingers into Harry's hair. He liked the soft texture. It was such a lovely feeling.
Suddenly, a warmth built inside his chest. It was awkward and unusual. And he never felt something like this before, although, he ignored it completely as his attention was focused on his notes.
How much more ignorant could he be toward his feeling?
But near the back of the classroom, Nevile watched this scene with wide eyes. He couldn't believe that Draco was touching Harry with the softest touch. He wasn't even crying out in pain. It was truly amazing. And it showed that Draco actually had feelings after all.
And those strong, secret feelings were for Harry Potter.