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WARNING: BDSM themes.
After the incident in Malfoy's office, the owner had basically patted Harry on the head and told him they would talk again the next day. Still worked up and upset over the whole matter entirely, Harry took this as a sort of snuff. He broke completely down in front of this man; spilling out everything in angry tears while the other held him, only to get shoved out immediately after? Indeed, Draco had simply offered a comforting smile at the door of his commercial and told Harry to meet him back at his office the next day round noon; so that they could discourse what was. Dazed, confused, and, admittedly; terrified, he had merely agreed with a nod of his head. What he was actually agreeing to, however, was another thing entirely.
Honestly, he had no idea what Malfoy had in mind of 'fixing' whatever was wrong with Harry, but now knowing the other man's trade of business, he had an idea. How that sort of kinky deviant was going to help him however, Harry had no idea. Nevertheless, he had said he would trust Malfoy, and now it was all up to him. The notion that Harry really had no choice but to not worry about what would happen next, eased his nerves strangely. That was now Mal-Draco's responsibility. He figured now more than ever would be an appropriate time to start calling the other bloke by his given name. To Harry, even saying 'Draco' in his own head sounded abnormal, yet not entirely wrong. On that note and leaving that particular area of Diagon Alley where said person's club was found, all Harry could thing about while walking back to his modest home was; 'What a strange ass day.'
That night, even after having an emotional meltdown, spilling his fears and confessing his darkest moments, and coming to a sort of truce with his school rival; Harry slept better than he had in ages.
Back in the "Dragon's Keep" however, up the stairs in the Dragon's office and staring blankly up at the ceiling of his flat above the club; Draco Malfoy could not find himself to fall asleep. He was much too consumed with mulling over the strangeness that had transpired the last few days with none other but Harry Potter, the boy savior, himself. Though he was not really a 'boy' any longer, but a man. Draco would have been lying had he said that Potter had not grown into his once undignified looks. True; the dark haired wizard still had unruly messy hair, even when he tried to style it, and still upheld the body of a boy, but no longer did Draco find these attributes unattractive on the, now man, Harry Potter. Draco could appreciate attractiveness despite whom the actual person was. He was not above admiring beauty.
He remembered back to the other day when he had found himself enjoying the first spanking of a virgin ass; how pleased he had been, at both himself and his Prey, when the small man had climaxed from Draco's touch. Never in a long time had he been so immediately fascinated by a nameless sub. Yet, now he did have a name to the spark wire of a sub he had found himself thrilled with, with but a simple six quick slaps to the man's arse; Harry Potter. Draco had then been extremely conflicted, by both his Dominant side and the once young rival side of the very man he now found himself very much curious. When he had discovered that Potter had visited his unusual club, he had at first found himself confused. Why did Potter believe this is where he belonged? Most likely just another poor man lost in thinking he would try such kink, and then forget about it the next day; sore and ashamed. Draco did not even know that Potter was gay. However, after have watched the seemingly confident twit come back to his club, and listened beyond the words Harry had been speaking; he had begun to change his mind. That's when Draco had nicked Potter's wand. He knew there would be no talking to him otherwise, but to get the other to talk to him first. Draco was a Slytherin after all; old habits die hard, and tricking the man had been all too easy.
Despite storming into the business side of his club the next day, frantic to find his stolen wand, Draco had instantly seen what he had been looking for in Potter; fear. True, any wizard would be fearful they had lost their wand, but Harry had shown something different; practically desperation, though masked, behind his glasses. And Draco was not too sure it was simply there for fear he would not find his holly wand. He was afraid of the club, afraid of Draco, and afraid that this is what he needed. All that and more was proven absolute and without a doubt in his mind correct after the man's confessions. Draco knew that this, his business, was what Harry Potter needed to be complete. He believed Potter no longer could handle the burden of responsibility. The poor git had had it his entire life; more reasonability than ever expected of the average man. It was just a matter of finding out what exactly he needed to deliver to be successful. Though he could read Harry fairly well, the man was practically an open book when it came to certain things, this part of the savior was masked.
Now he was thinking, and thinking hard. He knew he could supply Harry with what he needed; Draco did it for a living to several different men nearly every day. That's what he was: a Dominant, and a damn good one. However, nor was Potter any other man that had rolled into his keep looking for a quick release; he was Harry fucking Potter: the boy that had survived twice! Not only was it a problem to get through to him, to break him, but also a matter of speculation and liability. Harry was damn known in the wizarding world; if word that he was not only visiting a BDSM, but one owned by Draco Malfoy himself; things could go horribly wrong. If such story reached the press, not only could Draco's club be under fire, but also Draco himself again. This was a selfish notion, one he wished he could overcome, but he had been under enough hearsay before and especially after the war. He had already healed once, he was not sure he could do it again. His life was fairly private now, very few knew of his club, let alone of Draco's kink. If he decided to help Potter . . . if word got out, he was almost certain everyone would know; despite who he chose to dominate the man.
Draco then closed his eyes and snuggled deeper into his bed's black silk sheets, trying to enjoy the smooth cooling fabric on his bare skin. He would not allow Harry Potter to destroy his balanced secluded life. He would not. Everything had finally settled into place for him; he owned and ran a successful business, he was away from his family and the press's condemning eyes, and he was confident in his Dominant abilities. Yet, all Draco could see behind his closed lids were the helpless lost empty eyes of a man he once thought the bravest. It was true; Harry Potter was so lost and unhappy; and Draco knew he had the ability to heel him. He sighed and stroked the worn leather around his wrist, just below his shaming dark mark. He had a responsibility as a self-proclaimed dominate man to help any submissive lost soul; he had promised his mentor. He had been taken pity on, now it was his turn to help another. Not only though had he promised his advisor however, but he had promised Harry himself, the man that had saved his life, that he could and would help him find happiness. Malfoy's were proud, and he now considered this a matter of pride. He would not disappoint the memory of the only one that ever truly cared for Draco, nor the man he owed his life to. He owed this to both men.
Still caressing the worn string on his wrist, Draco finally fell asleep.
The next day found both men sitting in the Dragon's office. Draco sitting poised and guarded behind his desk taking notes and confident smirk in place, and Harry scowling on one arm of the couch staring daggers at the other. Draco noticed he seemed to have completely forgotten the previous day's break down, that or was purposely ignoring it. That just would not do.
"Harry, please explain to me again why you feel you need my help?" This was the third time now he had asked this question. Draco wanted Harry to again admit he needed help from his service. Admitting one needed help was always the first step. Ignoring the problem would not do at all. However, Harry just shrugged; again for the third time. Frustrated, and not wanting to tell the man again how unbecoming such actions were, Draco stood and stepped calmly over to the moody boy, and stared him down over his nose. Harry, surprisingly, did not look away from the bigger man, simply stared back; defiantly. That's when Draco slapped him, not too hard, across the left cheek. More from surprise than force, Harry's head flew sideways and he admitted a staggered gasp. He was now looking quite interested at Draco's shiny black leather shoes.
"Now, I will ask you one more time Potter; why do you need my help?" His voice was stern, yet not harsh. Harry on the other hand answered, finally, in a soft quivering tone; "Because I am lost and you promised you would help me." Draco noticed a small tear fall from the other's eye. However, he was pleased with the man's answer. He petted Harry's head, "Good Prey." He smoothed his hand against the other's cheek and returned to behind his desk. He jotted something down on a piece of parchment. As almost an afterthought he asked; "And why did you deserve to be hit?" Draco didn't even bother this time to look over at Harry. He waited, still keeping busy with his notes. He heard the man swallow, another habit he would have to break him of, and answer, "Because I would not answer your question." Draco finally looked over to watch Harry pick at imaginary lint on his black hoodie, and then look up; as if to ask if he was right. Draco nodded his head to continue. Obviously confused, Harry looked away in thought before perking up and answering, "Because shrugging is an unbecoming behavior?"
Trying to hide his smile of appeasement Draco raised an eyebrow instead, "Was that a question?" He sat down and folded his hands together. Harry shook his head, "No Si-Dragon, shrugging is an unbecoming behavior." He looked up hopeful at the man behind the desk. Now completely please, Draco smiled, a real smile, and nodded his head at the hopeful man, "Good, yes Prey; very unbecoming indeed." He wrote another note on the parchment. Harry noticed he had not enchanted the quill to write on its own today. Good, Harry had found it distracting the other day.
Draco then again stood and came to sit on the oppose arm of the couch Harry had perched himself on. He then for the first time broke eye contact first with the other boy. Harry even heard him sigh, dropping his confident persona for a split second asking, "Harry, are you absolutely sure you are willing to completely hand yourself over to my service?" Harry still found it strange to hear his first name from those lips, but never had he heard any lips say anything he had wanted more. Closing his eyes, all he could do was nod earnestly. He didn't know why, but he truly did want this. Nodding as well, Draco got up and scuffled through some paper's on his desk; reading distractedly to himself as he searched.
"Sir Marcus would be entirely too rough for you, though I wouldn't say you need someone as docile as Sir Benjamin." Confused Harry simply sat obediently. Malfoy continued on, "You need someone who can deliver equal amount of gentle sternness and power as well as know how to properly yield punishment." Draco pursed his lips as the other still continued to watch bewildered. "Someone unquestionably talented with his hands, you do appear to be a bit of a pain whore though. . ." He continued shuffling through the many files. But Harry had heard enough. For the first time that day he shot up from his seat on the couch a bit miffed and equally confused. He came over to Malfoy's desk and dropped his hand roughly on the stack of abandoned files.
"I thought you said you were going to help me?" He swallowed; hard.
Draco stopped his searching and looked down at the man staring up at him. He noticed honest confusion, as well as anger, on the other's face. What did Harry think he was doing? He was trying to help the man. At this very moment he was trying to decide which of his staff could best handle such a challenging submissive client. Did he not realize this? Forgiving, this time, Harry's misconduct and interruption; Draco simply raised an eyebrow as if saying, 'what do you think I am doing?'
He again looked down at the lists of many potential Dominant men for Harry. Not having any of that though, Harry slapped the remaining papers from the others hands. He however, immediately, regretted his action. This slap across the face was sharper than the other. This time though, he did not look away after the punishing force stung his cheek. Not knowing why Potter had decided to behave this way all of a sudden, Draco took a step closer to the shorter man. But before he could act on anything else, Harry spoke again, "I thought," He took a deep breath and gestured towards the files, "I thought you said you were going to help me." He pointed at Draco now, "Thought you."
Now understanding the confusion here, the larger man was taken aback. Had he really believed it to be him to take on Harry as his submissive? Surely he had to see reason; how strange it would be to have Draco himself be the dominating partner to Potter's inner submissive behavior. It would be all too close, too personal, and ultimately all too sexual. Harry had to have understood this; that he and the savior were just simply not compatible. He then realized that said man was still staring up at Draco a look of pure determinations, and hopefulness. Why did Potter want him?
Placing his hand again on the cheek he had punished, Draco shook his head; admittedly a bit dejected. "I did say I would help you, and I am," He sprawled his hand at the scattered papers on the floor of his office, "These are all the potential dominant men I have on staff. One of them will be perfect for you, and they will help you. No charge." He was trying to make this as clear as he could for Harry. "Through my service, my help, you will find a compatible partner to see on a regular basis." Draco then nodded once and left the man still standing in front of the wreckage of papers to resituate himself in his chair behind his desk. "Now if you would kindly pick up the mess you have made."
Harry was at a loss. He bent down to start picking up the files. He had come back, back to Malfoy's club, under the impression that he was going to receive help, help from the 'Dragon' himself. He had simply assumed it was going to be Draco himself; he had said HE would help Harry. But that was just it though, he had assumed. He really could not find fault with the other's logic, he was helping Harry through his service by trying to provide him with what he felt suite. But then why did Harry think only the other man, the Dragon, Malfoy, Draco himself could be the only one that could help? Maybe it was his unfortunate first meeting with the untrained Dom Alfred, or how after it was Draco who had shown him that yes; this is what he needed, with but a few swats to the rear?
No longer did Harry believe this is what he wanted to go through. Not if there was so many questions and unknowns as to who or what was actually going to happen. After picking up the last file he stood back up and carefully placed them at the corner of Malfoy's desk, peeved. He quickly mumbled a soft, "sorry," and sat back down on the couch.
Both men were silent for a while; Draco staring questionably at Harry, as Harry had become very interested at this own hoodie strings and began chewing at his own lip. Finally Draco closed his eyes and sighed heavily before gaining Harry's attention with a slight cough. "You do understand why I cannot personally take you under my care, yes?" Harry almost shrugged before stopping himself and simply nodding. At least that was an improvement. "Harry, we have hated one another." He said this as simply as a comment on the weather. "And though I no longer can find it within me to hate you, our past is our past." Again a simple nod and no eye contact either. Heaving a sigh again, Draco continued, "I can find someone that will do a fine job with you. Someone else can heal you."
This time Harry did look up, but stared at a spot just slightly past Draco's right shoulder, "No thank you Dragon, I think I will politely pass on your offer," He got up again from where he had sat and turned to head for the door, "I no longer believe I need your business's services." He inclined his head to where Draco sat, "Good day," A sneer latched itself to Harry's face then, "Sir." And with that, left the office with his middle finger extended.
Draco just sat still, shocked and angered at the other's stubbornness. Did the other man see that he was truly trying to help? He could not, would not, allow Harry to let him break his own promise to him. He got up quickly and ran towards the lobby of his building. The shorter man was just leaving the door with a soft tingle of chimes, a determine stance to his steps. Rolling his eyes, Draco did all he could do and followed him through the door and into the back streets of Diagon Alley.
"Harry, please wait you git." The other made no move to acknowledge the blonde behind him; just kept walking forward. Harry had no intention what so ever of listening to the lying man behind him. He would just have to find another means of happiness; something that most definitely did not include the slimy ferret chasing after him. However, the other had longer legs and was catching up quick. He tried to speed up his determined pace. Behind him he heard the other swear before shouting once more for him to stop. The chase went on much like this for some time, neither man stopping from achieving their goal; Harry to get away, and Draco preventing him from doing just that. Both were simply too stubborn. Finally realizing this, Harry stopped dead in his tracks in front of a small tea and coffee shop, the other stopped as well, hoping Potter would finally give in. Instead however, the other asked him a surprising question, "Care for some tea Malfoy?"
Caught off guard, something Draco did not appreciate one bit, he surprised himself by shrugging his own shoulders and answering, "Why the bloody not." And inclined his head to the front door of the shop. He even held the door for the dark haired wizard as they made their way inside the quaint building. Once in line to order their beverages Harry chanced a side glance at the other as he nudged him lightly in the ribs and muttered slyly, "Don't shrug Draco, it's a very unbecoming behavior."
Feeling warmly pleased, all Draco could do was laugh. He had his work cut out for him he rightly decided. Oh was he fucked.