Draco had been walking slowly, stopping every few minutes to see how close he could be to Harry while still following the rules of the command. After everything, he'd had to Stupify Harry to be able to leave, for the boy had followed him, begging for answers. It had hurt to do it.
He stopped when he felt the pain dim and looked up. His heart leapt as he realized that he was in front of Ron's house. He'd been too upset to think of ways around his fathers command, but he felt lighter when he realized he could still be relatively close to Harry…then fell when he realized that he could never see him again, no matter how close he was. He would never be able to talk to him, to touch him. He cleared his mind from its bout of depression before turning and walking towards Ron's building.
He opened the swinging glass doors and walked in, taking the elevator to the 5th floor. He tried remembering what Ron's room number was. 'Ah, 23.' He thought, and in the midst of all that was going on he gave himself a little pat on the back for congratulations.
He knocked, trying to think of a story as to why he was there, dripping wet. He couldn't, his mind seemed to have fried from going into overload, and his body was beginning to ache from the cold.
There were sounds of hurried shuffling and then something falling, a scramble to pull the locks and then Ron opened the door, his shirt buttoned all wrong and his hair askew. Draco blushed, knowing what he'd interrupted. Ron looked peeved, then surprised. "Draco?" he said, his voice still husky from his previous activities.
Draco nodded, keeping his head low. Ron scratched his head in confusion, wondering if there was some sort of message he hadn't gotten. "Ummm…come in, if you want." He said, noticing Draco was wet.
Draco obeyed walking inside with his head still lowered. Jared was sitting cross-legged on the couch, breathing heavily and obviously still aroused, though he still managed to look like an innocent 15 year old. "Draco?" he questioned, though instead of standing there with Ron's fish-mouthed expression, he moved forward and began taking Draco's wet clothes off.
"Hey, what's up?" he asked softly.
"Yeah." Ron said bluntly, not hiding his lack of sensitivity. He still looked slightly upset he'd been interrupted. "Where's Harry? Why aren't you home?"
Draco looked at him and then his chest heaved and he felt himself burst into tears again. Jared shot Ron a 'can't you be more sensitive' look before hugging Draco tightly, trying to calm him.
"Draco, don't cry." He whispered, rocking the bigger man back and forth. "Don't, what's wrong? It's about Harry isn't it?"
Draco calmed down after a few minutes and then tried thinking of something to say. "We had a fight." He said finally. It was partly true.
Draco's eyes widened. Ron looked skeptical. "A fight? You and Harry? And he kicked you out? I don't buy it." He said flatly.
"He didn't kick me out. I left." Draco mumbled.
"I still can't believe you had a fight though. Harry and you are perfect for each other. You guys are madly in love. What's there to fight over anyways?" Ron said, throwing his arms above his head.
Jared scowled at him and Ron felt the urge to pick him up and shower him with kisses. Draco's face was crumpling again. "We can talk about it later. We need to get you out of these clothes and into bed right now." Jared said, holding Draco's hand firmly and walking down the hall.
Ron at down and dialed Harry's number. There was no answer. 'Could they really have fought?' he thought, fisting some of his hair.
"Ok," Jared said, just having helped Draco change out of his wet clothes. "I'm really really sorry about this, but Blaise is the only one with room so I'm going to have to put you up with him."
Draco didn't blink. "Thank you." He said. Jared shook his head.
"I don't want to do this. Blaise is such a sex-crazed pervert. He'd do anything to get some and he'd eat a guy like you up."
"Its ok. I can handle Blaise." Draco said. Jared shook his head, looking worried, and then continued down the hall. "No one can handle Blaise." He said. "He gets inside your head and finds your deepest fantasies then pulls them out and turns you on past belief. Trust me, he's almost gotten me into bed with him and I'm his brother." He pushed open the door to the darkened room gently. "Go in. He's probably dead asleep. Running a company is a big deal you know."
Draco nodded, his mind numb. He walked up to the bed, wishing he were in his own home, in his own bed. How could Harry have been ripped away from him so painfully, when their relationship was just starting. And the worst of it was, if he hadn't seen his father then he wouldn't have had to do this. 'I could reverse time.' He thought. But then realized he would still have to carry out the command. It was that strong. The same went for wiping his memory. 'And if I killed myself then I would just be following it all the quicker.'
He clambered into the bed then nearly fell out when a husky voice called out. "Hey. Somebody left a present for me." He'd accidently gotten unto the side Blaise was on, and was now straddling him, and already. He could feel Blaise's bulging erection poking him through his thin pajama pants, as his hands stroking up and down Draco's arms.
"Blaise?" he gasped out, not being able to see.
"Draco?" Blaise sounded equally, if not even more surprised. "You're my stripper of the week?"
Draco blushed, feeling disgusted as he realized that he also had a massive hard-on. 'I guess animal instincts don't stop for mouring.' He thought. Colin's words had scared him. "He gets inside your head and finds your deepest fantasies then pulls them out and turns you on past belief. Trust me, he's almost gotten me into bed with him and I'm his brother." Jared had said.
'But I love Harry. He can't do a thing to me.'
"I haven't seen you in a while. If you're not my stripper then why are you straddling me?" Blaise asked.
Draco jumped off of him in embarrassment. "I didn't know you were here." He said truthfully.
"Why are you even here?" Blaise asked.
"Harry and I had I fight and I left." Draco said, realizing he was going to have to get used to saying that. He couldn't tell anyone about the command. That was one of the unspoken rules. If he could, he would've just told Ron, who would've told Harry for him, who could've at least known that Draco still loved him and spoke to him through Ron or something, but no. the unspoken rules were there to make sure there was no way to weasel out of their command, even if he speaker had forgotten a bit of something. Draco had forgotten most of them.
"Poor baby." Blaise slurred, turning on the light. "You look so upset."
'I can't believe Harry's out of me life for good. I can never be with him again.' Draco thought. He didn't want to think about it, but in the back of his mind he knew that he was going to have to move on, because he wasn't going to get Harry back.
"But you've been naughty." Blaise said. "Coming unto me like that. You've been a really bad boy."
He eyed Draco's arm bands carefully, coming to the right conclusion. He got off of his bed, walking over to his closet. "You know what I do to really bad boys?" he whispered. Draco felt himself growing harder, he couldn't help it.
Blaise opened the door and Draco let out a little moan just from seeing all the instruments of torture that he had lined up in there. "Shit." He whispered.
"Shit's right babe. You didn't behave, and now you're going to be my slave."
He pulled out a chain and tied Draco to the bed. Draco moaned again, loving the feel of metal cutting into his skin. 'I deserve it.' He thought. 'I always deserve this. Its my fault for not listening to Harry that I'm separated form him. It was my stupidity.'
Blaise clawed his hand over Draco's back. "You into the freaky stuff babe?" he asked quietly, watching Draco squirm. "Cause I am. Just seeing you sprawled out like that got me excited."
And true to his word, his breath was quickening. "Most guys I'm with don't like it. So I never get to use my stuff. But something tells me you like it." He touched the bulge in Draco's pants. Draco shivered. "Don't." he whispered. "I still love Harry."
"You don't deserve him." Blaise said, knowing it would only make Draco harder. "You don't deserve him and that's why you're going to do it with me."
Draco's breath was shallow. "I can't. even if we're never going to be together, he's got my heart."
"You don't need heart for sex." Blaise shrugged. "I'm not asking for your love. Just to let me pound you like a dog."
Draco couldn't think. "Don't." Was all he could get out. Blaise chained his hands togheter. "Bend over." He said gruffly. Then in a more natural voice he added, "Tell me if I'm really hurting you ok? I don't want to actually do that."
Draco felt a leather whip hit him lightly. He hissed in sharply, feeling his body quiver. For so many nights he'd fantasized about this happening to him.
Blaise flipped him over. "For tonight, you're my slave." He mumbled, unbuttoning Draco's shirt. "And somebody's really happy." He gestured to Draco's erection. "Fuck off." Draco grumbled. Blaise slapped him and he felt himself heighten to his peak.
Blaise smiled devilishly. "You really are into this." He said.
"But let's see how much you can take it when I do you with no lube."
Draco grunted. "I said not to." He mumbled. "I don't want it."
"Ohh, you're really getting into your part." Blaise said. "You want me to pretend like I'm raping you?"
"No, you'll really be raping me, because I don't want it!" Draco growled, angry at his body for reacting so differently from his words. Blaise winked then resumed his gruff voice. "Well I don't care if you don't want it or not, slave, you're going to get it."
He dragged down his pants and Draco nearly fainted to see at least 9 inches and still growing. "Blaise, I'm serious. Don't do that!" he said, fear clawing his stomach. He tried getting away but the chains were too tight. And Blaise still thought he was acting. 'Harry's the only one I've ever done.' He thought. 'I can't let Blaise do this.'
With that thought he felt himself going down a bit. Blaise noticed. "Hey." He said.
"You mean I'm going to have to get you all excited again?"
"No! Don't!" Draco said.
"Oh, ok." Blaise shrugged. "So I should just come in?"
"NO!" Draco screamed. And then he felt a searing pain and his body shuddered and he could see colors flying before his eyes. 'No…'
Harry woke up with a massive headache, looking around the hall, wondering why he was out there. Everything came flying back to him and he scrambled to his feet. 'How long has it been?' he thought, looking at his watch. It was 12:30. 'Shit!' he thought in irritation. 'Draco's gone clear now.'
He walked inside and then decided to call Ron so that they could both look for Draco. "Ron? He said, after the phone had been picked up.
"No, its Colin." A tired sounding voice whispered.
"Sorry to wake you Colin. Hey, has Draco been past there by any chance?"
"Nope." Colin said. The one thing Draco had asked of him was not to tell Harry that he was there. "Oh." Harry whispered, upset. "Well if you see him anywhere can you tell me. I really need to talk to him."
"Sure." Colin said. "Bye Harry." He hung up, feeling the need to talk to Draco himself. 'What's going on. Harry doesn't sound like they've fought at all.'
Harry leaned against his door, feeling scared. Where was Draco. Little did he know how close his boyfriend was, leaning against a door similar to his and crying because of what he'd just done.
Yeah I know, very sad, but there is a very good reason I made that happen so don't kill me!!