Chapter Twenty – Two: Harry

Harry was losing his self-control. Draco had backed himself into the corner and was looking so … submissive.

He's yours.

He's always been yours.

You. Need to remind him. Who he really belongs to.

Harry bit his tongue and turned to look at Hermione, who was looking out the bedroom door and visibly trembling.

'Get out of here!' Harry said to her, gritting his teeth. He rose from the bed and made a to move to grab Hermione's hand to take her out with him, but once he was standing, he found he couldn't move away from Draco.

Go. To. Him.

Own him once again.

Slowly, Harry turned to face Draco. Their eyes met and Draco seemed to shrink under Harry's gaze.

Yes.

You are in control.

You have the chance to take. Him. Back.

Harry stalked towards Draco, who's eyes were wide in confusion and fear. Harry placed one finger under Draco's chin.

'Stand straight.' He ordered. Draco complied, shaking slightly. Harry quirked an eyebrow and Draco swallowed.

'Yes, sir. Sorry, Sir.' Draco murmured. Harry moved his hips forward to have Draco pinned against the wall. Draco whimpered but didn't look away from Harry. Harry placed one elbow on the wall next to Draco's head, and one hand on the base of Draco's throat.

'Sir, please.' Draco begged, breathless.

'Mine.' Harry growled, angling his head so he could trail kisses along Draco's jaw. Draco seemed to melt under Harry. Harry kissed until he was at Draco's neck, and began to suck. Draco moaned and his hips bucked against Harry's.

'HARRY!' Hermione had one hand on Harry's shoulder and was trying to pull him away from Draco. Harry lifted his head and turned to look at Hermione in frustration.

'Harry, it's the collar, you can't take advantage of him!' Hermione insisted.

'He's mine.' Harry growled, turning back to Draco, focussing on his neck.

'Harry. Look at him. This isn't how you want him, is it?' Hermione was pulling at Harry's clothes uselessly – Harry wasn't budging.

'He. Is. Mine.' Harry growled, pressing his body against Draco's. 'Mine. Hermione. Mine!'

'I know, Harry. We all know. But this isn't the right time. He. Isn't. Giving. Conscious. Consent.' Hermione was so desperate to get through to Harry she was almost yelling.

But that did it. Harry blinked and turned back to Draco.

'No.' Harry stepped back and without Harry's body holding him there, Draco slid down the wall. Harry almost sprinted out the room to the bathroom, where he turned the shower on with full, needle-like pressure and cold water.

Without bothering to strip his clothes, he jumped in.

'Fuck!' Harry punched the wall with his fists repeatedly, breathing heavily.

I. FUCKING. AM. FUCKING. NOT. FUCKING. ZABINI.

I. FUCKING. WILL. FUCKING. NOT. FUCKING. HURT. MY. DRACO.

He punched the wall with every word he chanted to himself until he was shaking violently. He wasn't sure if he was shaking from the cold or from the pain in his knuckles, but he was feeling so guilty he didn't care. He stepped out and dried himself off with a simple drying spell but didn't allow himself the luxury of warming up magically. He wanted to keep his thoughts clear, and right now, staying cold helped him do just that.

Gripping the sides of the sink, Harry stared at himself in the mirror.

'You will not hurt him. You will not let that fucking Horcrux get in your head.' He glared at himself. 'And you will apologise. You will not stop apologising until he forgives you.'

He found Draco and Hermione in the kitchen. Hermione had made Draco a hot chocolate and he was sitting in the lounge, rugged up in a blanket with his drink.

'Harry!' Hermione exclaimed from in the kitchen, her eyes on Harry's bleeding knuckles. Harry ignored her, beelining for Draco on the couch.

Standing in front of Draco, Harry looked down at Draco for a moment, wrapped up in one of Harry's best blankets, both of his hands wrapped around his mug.

Harry found himself mesmerised by Draco's hands.

Perfectly long fingers.

They would look even better wrapped around a paddle.

Merlin knows I deserve it for letting that fucking Horcrux control me like that.

'Harry?' Draco asked, tilting his head to the side and pulling Harry out of his thoughts. Harry blinked and gazed at Draco, guilt filling his eyes.

He dropped to the floor at Draco's feet, his knees landing on the thick carpet with a heavy thud. Hermione gasped loudly from behind the couch and Draco's eyes widened in shock.

'Harry, what-?' Draco started before Harry interrupted.

'I'm sorry. Draco, I'm so sorry. I have no excuse. I shouldn't have let it get the best of me. I shouldn't have let it control me. I'm so sorry. You deserve so much better.' Harry couldn't help but groan the last sentence. 'Please, Draco, please, will you forgive me?' Harry begged, bowing his head.

'Harry, I-' Draco cut off. Thinking Draco stopped out of anger, adjusted his body accordingly.

'Please, Sir. Forgive me, please.'