Harry stared into those silver orbs and tried to find any hint of deceit, when he found none he relaxed. Over the years he had learned that Draco could lie very well and the blonde would show no physical signs of lying, even Lupine had not been able to detect his deceit by listening to his heartbeat. Draco had perfected the Malfoy mask to an extent that it was nearly imposible to tell he was lying, but his eyes always gave away his true intentions. Harry felt a small wave of relief, because if Draco had been trying to deceive him he would have to go back to his original plan. Since Draco was being as honest as a Malfoy could, he decided he would consider what Draco had to say and change his plan.

Harry snatched up his wand and did a quick spell, Draco flinched at the sudden movement but seemed to sag in relief when he realized Harry had just cast a quick tempus charm. Once Harry knew what time it was he said, "I have a meeting with Tom in three hours, your father should be attending."

Draco swallowed and dropped his gaze to his hand fisted in the sheets as he said, "He'd realize something was up if all of a sudden I was being submissive, he's trained me to be the perfect Malfoy, so he wouldn't believe it unless he thought you had broken me of his training."

Harry stepped closer to Draco and placed a hand on his chin, Draco flinch slightly but did not try and pull away or resist as Harry forced him to look up at him, as he asked, "What are you suggesting."

Draco was shaking slightly as he met Harry's eyes, and Harry could tell he was trying not to show it as he said, "When you go to the meeting, tell them I misbehaved, or anything along those lines."

Harry's eyes narrowed and his voice was low as he asked, "And just leave you here, where you can escape?"

Draco flinched and Harry realized at some point he had tightened his grip on Draco's chin. Draco took a shaky breath and said, "The dark lord will likely request someone to check in on me, to make sure there is no chance I can escape, it will likely be a low ranking lackey who will easily tell my father everything they saw for a few coins."

Harry loosened his grip, and as he raised an eyebrow his lips twitched up at the edges and he asked, "Are you suggesting we set it up so that your father believes I am torturing you."

Draco flinched at the word torture and said, "Yes and no." when Harry's eyes narrowed Draco rushed to say, "part of my father's training was to make sure that I would not be susceptible to regular means of torture, to make sure I wouldn't do something to tarnish the Malfoy name simply because of pain, or to avoid it."

Harry smiled and he said, "I see, so for you father to believe I was truly breaking you it would have to be more than just pain I was introducing you to."

Draco, who had looked uneasy when Harry smiled, suddenly looked terrified as Harry steadily raised his wand the tip pointed towards the blonde's chest. Before Draco could truly start to panic, Harry used a wordless spell.

Draco gasped as suddenly cold cuffs appeared on his wrists and ankles, but before he could really process that, the chains that were hooked to the cuffs jerked and moved Draco about until he was stuck spread eagle to the bed. Draco jerked in his bonds and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get a word out, Harry cast another spell, making a gag appear in his mouth.

Harry smirked, and couldn't help but enjoy the show, the secant Draco was chained down, it was like a match had been struck, and he was more alive than he had been since he first arrived. Harry felt himself harden as he watch a naked Draco withering on his bed, and the noises he made around the gag only made the image that much sweeter. Harry was almost disappointed when Draco finally stopped fighting the bonds, but the angry fire in his eyes as he glared at Harry and the way his chest rose and fell rapidly, only sent more heat rushing to his groin.

Harry waited till he was certain Draco had calmed down before he purposely let his gaze travel over Draco's naked body. He couldn't help but smirk when Draco blushed from his ears down to his chest. As Harry slowly took inventory of Draco's body he felt even more heat rushing towards his groin, he had never before really looked at Draco before. He had always only seen what he represented, a childhood rival, a bully, and most importantly, the loyal son of the man who he hated more than anything. Now that Draco had managed to step out of all those roles in Harry's mind, Harry could truly see him for what he was, and Harry had to admit that he liked what he saw.

Draco's pale skin was flawless, except for a few tiny scars that were even whiter than his skin. His body was practically hairless except for a faint dusting of white translucent hairs that trailed from his bellybutton to his flaxen member. Although Draco had obviously lost quite a bit of weight due to stress since Harry last saw him, his thin frame was still well fitted with lean muscles. Draco had obviously long outgrown the sharp angles of his youth. The more Harry looked the more he noticed differences between Draco and his father. Although Draco had the hard muscles of a man, he seemed somehow softer, more feminine than his father. His hips were wider and his skin looked like it belonged to a newborn, so different from his father's skin which looked like it had been made of stone. He was leaner than his father and his proportions were completely different. What really made Draco different from his father, and so appealing to Harry, was that while Lucius's entire body radiated cruel malice, Draco's seemed to radiate a sort of vulnerability; it was something in their posture, something in their eyes and the way they reacted to other people. Harry couldn't fully explain it, all he knew was that he found himself becoming more and more attracted to Draco the longer he looked. Attracted to him in a way he could never be attracted to his father.

Harry wasn't sure how long he had been staring at Draco, but guessing by the way the blonde shifted in his bonds it had been long enough and with enough intensity that it had Draco uncomfortable. Harry smirked as he made eye contact with the blond who was staring at him with wide eyes that were filled with mistrust and obvious fear. Harry didn't let his own self loathing and sadness at having placed that fear in Draco's eyes show, simply because the blond might be helping him now but he didn't doubt the blond had his own agenda.

When Harry stepped forward and reached a hand out to touch Draco's leg, Draco flinched away from the touch as much as he could while being chained to the bed. Harry felt another pang of regret, and although he was careful not to show it he couldn't help but gentle his hand because of it, as he slowly trailed his hand up Draco's leg. Draco shivered when Harry's hand ghosted over the inside of his thigh just above his knee. Harry smirked when he saw Draco's member twitch, and quickly climbed back onto the bed between Draco's spread legs without any further hesitance.

Harry looked up and found at some point Draco had closed his eyes. Harry placed one hand firmly on Draco's hip as he reached up with his other hand and tweaked one of the already hardening nubs. Draco made a noise that was muffled by the gag and sounded somewhat like a moan. Harry raised an eyebrow as he look up at Draco's face, but the gesture was lost on the blonde because he had squeezed his eyes shut. Harry smiled as he began to further explore Draco's body. Running his hands over Draco's chest he was surprised by how warm his skin was, another difference between father and son. Harry frowned, and told himself for the next hour or so he would not think of Lucius and instead focus all of his attention on Draco.

He ran his hands over every inch of Draco's flesh, except for the part that was standing up and begging for attention. He mapped out every sensitive area using the hitch and gasps in Draco's breathing before pulling his hands away. He sat back on his heels and waited, after a few minutes Draco's pale lashes fluttered as his eyes slanted open. Harry slowly moved his hand forward, making sure that the slit eyes watched the movement as he gently ran just the tip of his finger up the hard length before dipping it into the slit to gather the drop of pre-come that had at some point leaked out. Draco shuttered and any doubt Harry might have had that the blonde wasn't a virgin before was lost, he was reacting too much to even the slightest touch to have any experience, which made what Harry planned all the sweeter.

Draco was panting by the time Harry pulled his finger away and his eyes where as wide as saucers as he watched Harry's hand dip down out of sight. Harry wasn't sure if Draco was shivering from pleasure or shaking from fear as he ran his finger down his crack to gently circle the puckered hole. Harry didn't dare meet Draco's eyes for fear he would back out if he saw the fear and panic he did not doubt was there. To ease some of his guilt he did a quick spell that slicked his finger before gently pressing into the puckered hole. When he had pushed in to the first knuckle he paused and wiggled it about, making Draco jerk and growl from around the gag.

Harry smiled, because if Draco was angry he obviously wasn't afraid, so he began to slowly push his finger in further, giving him ample time to adjust without any pain. Once he had gotten his finger all the way in, he wasted no time and quickly began to move his finger about. He smiled when Draco suddenly cried out, arching up as far as the chains would allow, his cock twitched and another drop of pre-come leaked out of the tip. Harry jabbed at the spot a few more times and got a similar reaction. On the fifth jab, while Draco was arching up and letting out that noise somewhere between a moan and a scream, Harry flicked his wand with the hand not occupied, and suddenly Draco's eyes, which had closed in his pleasure, popped open and he made a whining noise around the gag.

Harry smirked as he dropped his wand back onto the bed and took Draco's hard cock in his hand, now that he didn't have to worry about Draco coming prematurely he took pleasure in making the flesh as hard as possible. It wasn't just Draco's cock that was weeping as Harry continued to stimulate him as the cock ring continued to deny him release. Draco was so caught up in the hand on his cock that he didn't seem to notice as Harry slowly pushed a secant finger inside of him. He did notice when Harry began scissoring his fingers. Draco was making all sorts of noises now, and Harry almost regretted the gag, because he wanted to hear Draco. Every little involintary sound Draco made sent all sort of hot pleasure coursing through his body, and Harry realised that perhaps the gag was a good thing, for now.

Once Harry was satisfied that he had loosened Draco up, he pulled his fingers out at the same time he pulled his other hand away from Draco's cock, he reached over to his wand and with a few flourishes he summoned an item into his other hand, he was careful to keep his hand out of Draco's field of vision. He wasn't surprised to find Draco's eyes slightly narrowed with mistrust and filled with questions. Harry smirked at him as he did the same spell he had used earlier, slicking up the item in his hands. Then Harry dropped his wand and used the same hand to spread Draco's cheeks, making his puckered hole visible.

Draco suddenly jerked in his bonds, before stilling, his eyes closed. He couldn't believe what he was feeling. Something was slowly pressing itself inside of him, and the way it moved and the size of it made it clear it wasn't a finger. Draco thought it felt like a snake, wiggling about, but that could not be right, there was no way. While Draco had closed is eyes in an attempt to figure out what he was feeling inside him, Harry moved his hands up and began to tweak the neglected nubs. Draco gasped and his eyes opened, he forced himself to meet Harry's eyes and attempted to beg for release using only his eyes. Harry simply smirked and retrieved his wand once more, another flick of his wrist and Draco was screaming around his gag with a mix of pain and pleasure as two tiny objects seemed to bight down on his nipples. Draco was certain he would have come a dozen times from all the stimulus, and his erection was unbearably hard.

Draco had closed his eyes and attempted to blot out some of the stimulus, it was all too much. So he didn't see when Harry cast a few spells. He gasped in surprised when he felt something on his throat and his eyes flew wide in panic, his first thought was that Harry had cast a choking curse. Harry must have somehow noticed that Draco was suddenly panicking because he said, "It's just a collar, you said you father would pay to hear all the details, I thought this was a nice touch."

Draco felt his panic dissipate enough for him to think rationally. Once he started breathing normally he noticed that Harry was pulling on a new set of clothes, and it was only then that he realized Harry's intention. Sure Draco had implied something along these line when he told Harry his plan, but he hadn't expected it to be anything like this and Draco desperately shouted around the gag. Harry laughed and said, "It was your idea, Draco. Now I should be back in about two and a half, maybe three hours, if you behave when I get back I might just let you come."