A/N: This scene is optional. If you don't want to read the more graphic Draco/Harry scenes, then you can skip this. However, it does show the depth of their bond and evolution of their relationship.

Rated: M for Mature

Free Period

Draco's expression melted into a mischievous grin. "Sweet. We get free time and it's a double period! Our next class doesn't start until noon."

"Did I do okay?" Harry asked anxiously, palms sweaty and his face pale.

Draco gave Harry a fierce grin. "You were perfect. Grab your bag."Harry did as he was told, completely rattled. He followed Draco almost blindly until he was suddenly pulled into a room with faint green light. Draco shut the door behind them. Harry stared with his mouth open.

There was a square window about three feet wide and five tall, but it didn't look out onto the castle grounds. It showed under the lake! Purple/black lake weed waved in a sensual pattern. Little round things with tentacles swam by briefly in a pack. The light filtered through the lake shimmered and swayed, casting slowly dancing patterns along the ceiling and walls.

Harry shivered as Draco's hands came up behind him and pulled off his school robe. Draco untied his tie from behind as well and then used it to bind Harry's wrists tightly behind his back. Harry's eyes went wide - anticipation desire need.

Draco came around in front of Harry and knelt. Eyes silver, he lifted Harry's foot onto his knee and unbuttoned his boot. He slipped it off Harry's small, socked foot and lifted the next one. Then he slowly unbuttoned Harry's shirt, pushing it off Harry's thin shoulders to bunch at his elbow. Last, he unbuttoned Harry's pants and had him step out of them.

Harry was panting. His heart raced in his chest. His blood felt as if it were on fire. The stomach turning mix of fear and anxiety during that scene in Potions burned away as Draco took complete control, his eyes silver and his mouth softened into that small, sweet smile that only Harry saw.

Draco held Harry's gorgeous green eyes and walked him backward and around the furniture until Harry's knees hit the back of the window seat. Draco gave a push and Harry sat with a gasp onto the cushion, naked except for his knee-high, black silk socks and the white shirt caught on his elbows above his tied wrists.

"Beautiful," Draco whispered, admiring the way Harry was silhouetted by the light from the lake. His messy hair created a halo around his head, his collar a dark band around his pale throat, his thin chest rising and falling rapidly, and his legs submissively spread. * Mine. *

Harry practically melted. "Yours," he whispered, eyes fluttering closed.

Draco put one knee on the seat and braced his hand on the cold window, folding over Harry's body as he sucked the boy's nipple into his mouth. Harry gave a yelp at the almost vicious pull, and Draco told him firmly, * Quiet. *

Harry's throat obediently closed on any sound he might make. Yours, Draco. Anything for you, he wanted to babble as Draco continued to suck painfully hard on his chest. Sharp sparks of pleasure/pain sizzled and burned through him. He could feel his nipple swelling and thickening. Draco gave it sharp bites with his canine. Tears streaked Harry's face, his breathing coming in nearly whimpered gasps.

Draco pulled off his chest with a wet pop and grinned down at the blood red, fat nipple he'd left in his wake. The circle around the nipple was beautiful red like that against Harry's fair skin. About the size of a quarter and swollen, it was softly raised almost like a girl's chest right before she grew her breasts. The nipple itself was fatter and raw looking, standing tall. Draco pinched it in his fingers, feeling Harry's pain and pleasure spike through the bond, and descended on his other nipple to make them match.

He went back and forth for several minutes until they were both red as strawberries and painfully tender. He pulled and sucked until they were distended and swollen, raised like soft little bubbles topped with a pebbled point. Harry's face was red, not as red as his abused chest, but red and damp with tears and sweat, but his member was stiff against his lower belly. The white dragon inked into his side arched its head and flapped its wings, the tail lashing, expressing what Harry could not since he'd been ordered mute.

Draco stood back and watched as Harry's chest heaved. His sweat-damped hair splayed against the window that he was slumped against. He was a gorgeous sight. Draco couldn't tear his eyes away as he slipped out of his robe and shirt. He stepped closer, tie in hand and made it into a gag, pushing it deep in Harry's mouth, tying it tightly twice around Harry's head.

It opened Harry's jaw just enough. Draco shivered. He loved when Harry drooled all over himself, got wet with spit and sweat and tears… with blood… Draco loved it. Loved how messy he looked, how fucking blissed out and owned. He wanted Harry soaked.

Draco reached forward and pinched the boy's fat nipples with his nails, twisting slightly. Harry's body went tense, the cords of his neck stood out above the constricting collar as he arched into Draco's painful touch, and then went limp as Draco released him. His breathing was harsh in the quiet of the dark room.

"Love you. Love this."

Harry's eyes practically glowed - joy submission love painpleasure. Harry's magic throbbed hotly around them, stimulated and leaking.

"I'm feeling playful," Draco said softly, almost a warning, and smiled softly as Harry merely spread his legs a little wider, offering himself completely. As the intensity of Draco's desire spiked, his magic rose to meet Harry's, locking into place and beginning to spiral.

He stroked his boy's damp hair, pushing it out of Harry's eyes and off his forehead. "God I love your body. How it responds to me," he whispered without really thinking about it. He bent again to suck one last time at one nipple and then the other.

The searing heat of Draco's mouth was almost more than Harry could take. It hurt so much, but it set him afire knowing Draco loved him, wanted him. Draco was happy, and that made him nearly come undone with a pleasure so sublime he could hardly breathe through it. He was Draco's! Drool slicked his chin, dripped down his neck. Tears flowed unceasing. He could hardly breathe and it sent him soaring. Head spinning, throbbing intensely between his legs, his chest was a sweet, agonizing inferno.

Draco pulled his mouth away with a last sharp nip. The lost look in Harry's eyes told him his boy was gone, completely consumed, a creature comprised solely of sensation. Draco took Harry's nipples between his fingers again and descended on Harry's cock.

Draco rode the wave of Harry's hips and kept only the head of the boy's penis in his mouth. Sucking with vicious force, he lashed the tip with his tongue again and again, scrapping his teeth along that sensitive tip in small little nips, determined to get it as red and swollen as Harry's chest. All the while, he twisted in sharp little pulls and tugs at Harry's purpling chest.

Harry came undone with sudden force. He arched with a muffled cry, too far gone to remember to be quiet, to remember he had a voice or that there was a wold outside of his body. Tossing his head side-to-side blindly, eyes screwed shut, his hips push/pulled in an conflicted wave, wanting more and trying to flee the overwhelming sensation nearly simultaneously.

He came in Draco's searing mouth, but Draco didn't stop for a second. Harry screamed hoarsely, falling into stars and bursts of colored light, shaking and trembling, body completely limp. He whimpered and moaned, muffled by his gag, his body glistening in the green light of the lake with sweat. The musky, salty smell filled their nose.

Mouth still working, Draco released the swollen nubs and scooped Harry's butt into his hands, pushing Harry deeper into his mouth. The heated and bruised head of Harry's cock hit the back of his throat briefly before settling on his tongue as it shrank. Draco sucked hard again and again, twirled his tongue around it, forcing it against his teeth. Harry's legs shook around him, vibrating as he made soft mewling sounds. Draco was nearly there, blind and flying as Harry's orgasm flooded the bond, nearly overwhelming him… He was so close to being there with Harry…

He dug his nails in to Harry's skin, felt hot blood coat his fingertips, and used it as lube to carefully slide his index finger inside Harry's hole. Harry arched, his body twitching to life as he felt Draco enter him, the slight burn, the strange feeling of something down there moving inside him, and then Draco found that small bundle he'd been shown… Found it and pressed on it hard, again and again… sending Harry's body into overstimulated ecstasy/agony.

Draco exploded, curling over Harry's lap, finger thrusting on automatic to keep the feeling there. Stars exploded in his vision and molten lava rushed through his veins. Their magic exploded, sending powerful energy rushing outward to saturate the room. Harry dissolved into unconsciousness with a voiceless scream.

Dazed, Draco sat with his head pillowed on Harry's bare thigh. It took several long minutes before coordination came back. There was a cooling damp spot in his pants, but he ignored it as he got to his knees. Harry was still out, slumped in the window seat. His nipples were purpling. The tip of his penis was slightly red, but not too bad. Sweat and spit and tears were drying on his skin.

Draco gently untied the gag and tapped his boy's cheek. Harry slowly came to, moaning, and Draco gave him an affectionate smile. "You okay?"

"Yea…" Harry's voice was hoarse, raspy. "That was…" Fresh tears graced his cheeks.

Draco gently cupped Harry's face and kissed him softly before licking away the new tears. He kissed Harry's eyes and cheeks, kissed his lips again. As the static in the bond decreased, he was filled with Harry's - love contentment gratitude.

Draco smiled against Harry's mouth. He helped Harry lean to the side and united his hands. Draco then had Harry up on the window seat on his knees facing the lake. Harry arched his back to press his swollen, painful chest against the cold glass. Harry hissed in pain, but soon found relief in the cold.

Draco lovingly licked the blood from harry's cheeks and hole, cleaning him. Harry practically melted, purring. * Love you. We're going to get through this. Hogwarts will be ours, I promise. I'm going to take care of you, Harry. Not going to let anything happen to you… * he murmured into his boy's mind, reassuring them both with the mantra.

Chapter end.