Author's Notes: I have no excuse this time for why I have not written for so long. All I can do is apologize profusely, thank my ever-faithful readers, and hope to get some new ones as well. Enjoy.

Draco shook slightly as he sat there beside the bed, waiting without an ounce of patience for Harry to give him the pancakes as promised. He'd done his part of the deal; there was no reason for the damn Potter boy to postpone his feeding any longer.

"Open," Harry commanded, lifting up a forkful to Draco's lips. Of course, the Slytherin's lips parted instantly. The nausea from getting face-fucked had faded and his hunger was back full force. Harry rested the fork on Draco's tongue. He loved watching the boy's mouth work to get the food off the utensil. There was definitely potential for a skillful oral giver in Draco.

The initial bite was gone quickly, and Draco looked, if possible, even hungrier. "Harry," he begged in a whiny voice.

"Stop talking." Harry took another bit of the pancake onto the fork and pushed into Draco's mouth with a little more force than before. The tip of the prongs scraped the roof of his mouth, making him gag and jerk his head back hard.

But Draco didn't utter one word of complaint. He still had managed to get the food off the fork, and that was all that mattered. He swallowed it down, along with a little blood from the four parallel cuts from the utensil, and his mouth was open and ready for more.

It took a little over a half hour for Harry to feed Draco enough so that he was content. With a casual flick of his wand, the handcuffs binding the Slytherin's arms behind his back vanished.

"Stretch."

Draco brought his hands around to his front and stretched his arms out far. It felt amazing to have the freedom back; though he had a feeling it would be short lived. His joints were swollen and sore from having been locked in awkward positions for so long.

"So, Draco," Harry started casually, picking at a fingernail as he sat beside his Slytherin captive. "How are you feeling?"

"G-good…" Draco answered back cautiously, unsure of where the conversation was headed.

"Not hungry anymore?"

"Nope…"

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions then?" Harry finally got to the point, glancing up at Draco expectantly.

"Okay," Draco said slowly, biting down on his lip. What sorts of questions could Harry possibly want to know?

"Are you a virgin, Draco?"

Oh. Those sorts of questions.

"W-well…" Draco swallowed audibly. "I've, ah… I have taken away someone else's virginity," he answered, choosing his words carefully.

"So you've never been fucked," Harry replied blatantly.

"No, I-I haven't…"

Harry seemed satisfied with that answer, and moved onto another question. "Aren't you curious about why no one's looking for you?"

Draco paused. "Well, I'm sure people are looking for me. They just can't find me."

"Wrong, Draco," Harry said with a hint of a smile appearing on his face. "Oh, how very wrong you are." That said, he reached over onto the bedside table and grabbed something that Draco had no noticed was there. A long golden chain, on which hung what looked like a small hourglass.

"Where did you get that?" Draco said in awe, reaching for it with sore arms.

"Stole it from Hermione," Harry answered simply, snatching it back and putting it away before Draco's fingers could ever touch it. "It's the reason that you and I are going to be able to spend so much time together. Once I get bored of you, we use the Time Turner to go back to just before I captured you inside this room. Then all our problems are solved."

Harry was grinning at what he considered the sheer genius of his plan. Draco, meanwhile, was horrorstruck. This truly meant that he had no means of ever being rescued. If things went according to Harry's plan, there was actually a Draco in all of Draco's classes right this very instant. Even while he, Draco, was right here.

"Let me go," Draco suddenly whispered.

"What?" Harry asked, truly having not heard him.

"LET ME GO!" Draco shrieked in a blind panic, scrambling to his feet and bolting for the door.

"Crucio." Harry's voice was calm and steady. Draco dropped to the ground just inches before the door, writhing and screaming in agony.

By the time the brutal pain was over, Harry was standing over the blonde Slytherin, a look of disgust on his face.

"I really thought you were smarter than that, Draco," he said with disappointment. "You'd been doing so well up until now. This was really so stupid of you."

Draco was curled up on the floor, his body shaking and his breaths coming out in shallow gasps. He let out a long, low whimper. Harry's Cruciatus curse was one of the strongest he'd ever endured.

"Get on the bed," Harry ordered.

It took Draco's mind a second to realize that Harry wanted him to move. He pushed himself up onto his knees, sickeningly dizzy, and slowly got to his feet. Harry steadied him when he began to sway sideways.

"Go," he commanded, but with a little less force this time. "Lie down."

Draco collapsed onto the bed, feeling extremely defeated and worthless for the first time in his life. He thought this was going to be another one of those times when Harry left him for twelve or twenty-four hours of solitude, but he was so badly mistaken.