A/N: Alright, so I was flipping my shit as to whether you'd all hate the Snape thing so I busted my gut to get you this one as well haha. Sorry it's only short, but I hope you like it, and please, please review so I know what parts you enjoy (if any haha)

CHAPTER TEN

When Harry woke up, he was laying on something lumpy on the couch. He wriggled about for a moment, trying to get comfortable, until the lump moaned. Harry froze as the previous day flooded back.

'Pet?'

Draco was on his stomach, pinned down by Harry's body. He turned his head to smile weakly at the other boy but froze when he saw Harry's smile turn into a frown.

'Where do you think you're going?'

'I wasn't g-'

Harry growled and latched onto the back of Draco's neck with his teeth.

'If I don't say you can, you don't fucking move,' snarled Harry.

'Yes sir.'

'Good.'

Draco held fast until Harry seemed to satisfy himself with his obedience. When his neck was released Draco breathed out a sigh, but suddenly Harry was scrambling up and pulling Draco into his arms.

'Oh pet, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me, I just- I don't know, I just got so mad. Fuck, it must be the hormones, Sna-Severus said they'd get intense after that stage.'

Draco nodded dumbly, still reeling from the change in mood. Harry fell silent, clutching Draco to his chest and mouthing the skin of his neck until they were both relaxed. Slowly Draco sat up, pulling back from Harry a little.

'W-What should I do? So you won't g-get mad?'

'I'm not sure.'

Harry frowned into the distance, one hand drifting up to toy with Draco's nipples as he thought.

'Just try not to do anything I don't tell you, alright? I mean this stage is only three days so we should be able to get through it yeah? Merlin, you're going to hate me when we've bonded.'

'I…I don't think I could, sir.'

'Sir?'

'Imagine how you'd feel if I called you Harry,' huffed Draco.

Harry thought for a moment and his fingers twisted viciously on Draco's nipple, making Draco cry out.

'Fuck! Fuck I'm so sorry. Oh Lord, pet I'm hurting you. Fuck, this is so bad, what should I do?'

Draco squeezed his eyes shut against the prickle of tears and leaned into Harry's chest.

'I don't know, sir,' he whispered, his voice muffled on Harry's shirt.

'Shh, shh, pet, you're okay. We're going to get through this and we're going to be alright, yeah?'

Draco was nodding, desperate for Harry to be right. Each time he was punished, for that's what Harry's reactions were, his own instincts were also berating him. He felt the need to cower and submit and beg for forgiveness although he knew it hadn't been his fault. One of Harry's hands cupped his cheek, the thumb slipping into his mouth. Draco suckled it gently, his tongue laving the callouses and caressing the tender skin of the inside. Harry smiled at his submissive and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

'We can do this, little one.'

After an extra hard suck in agreement, Draco let the thumb slip from his mouth and looked up at Harry. Harry took in the spit slicked lips and wide, bright grey eyes and felt his mouth grow dry. He looked away and instead was struck for the first time by Draco's state of dress. Or rather, undress.

'Dragon, you're naked.'

As Draco nodded, Harry stood them both up and gripped Draco's shoulders.

'I want you to go and put a robe on, alright? Can you run and do that for me?'

'Sir, I don't think that-'

'I said go get a robe.'

Draco's knees hit the ground so fast his head was spinning. He stared at Harry's feet and felt a low whine rise in his throat. Harry reached down and dragged his chin up so their eyes met.

'That little show isn't going to save you. I said Get. A. Robe.'

Draco crawled out of the room, bumping into things as tears blurred his vision. He grabbed the first one he found and hurried back to Harry, his knees aching against the stone floor. Hands shaking, he presented the folded robe to Harry.

'Good. Now put it on.'

As Draco slipped the robe around his shoulders Harry seemed to regain control. He lifted Draco to his feet and tied the sash himself. When he was happy, he swept Draco into his arms and settled them back on the sofa, snuggling into the nest of blankets.

Draco felt Harry stroke his face, licking away each salty tear. He was apologising again, but e didn't have to. Draco understood it wasn't his fault and it wouldn't last. When this stage was over things would change. Besides, his own instincts were guiding him on how to behave, he needed the domination as much as Harry did.

They managed to make it through the rest of the morning and lunch. It was only when Harry fed Draco the last mouthful of salad that something came up.

Draco slid off Harry's lap to kneel at his feet. Pressing his forehead to the ground he spoke.

'Sir, I need to go to the bathroom.'

Draco tensed, unsure if he had done enough to stave off an attack. When Harry got to his feet, Draco flinched but Harry just turned and walked out of the room, calling for Draco to follow like an obedient pup. Draco was led into the bathroom. He blushed at the thought of pissing in front of Harry, but the other boy didn't seem to have any plans to leave. Draco slowly rose to his feet and stood in front of the toilet. He'd just reached down when he felt Harry's chest crush against his back. Harry stripped the robe off and flung it away. Draco gasped when Harry's warm hands returned, reaching down to take hold of his dick. The two were still for long moments before Draco could relax enough to go.

It was the one of the strangest experiences he'd ever had. Someone else touching him so intimately in such a clinical fashion left him reeling, and knowing it was Harry, his dominant, simply added to the effect. He'd never felt so owned, so possessed before and it brought goosebumps to his skin. When he was finished Harry shook the last drips off before walking back to the living room, leading Draco by his cock. Draco flushed even more and made sure not to dawdle.

As they turned the corner into the living room Harry's hand tightened painfully before he pulled away and spread his wings. They arched backwards and enveloped Draco completely. He gasped at the soft touches all over his bare skin, but could not enjoy it. Before he'd been covered he'd seen what had angered Harry. Severus and two other men had been in their rooms. They'd all seen Harry Potter leading Draco Malfoy around by his dick. Draco whined softly and huddled down in the feathers, wishing Harry would just turn back and take care of him.