Title: The Captive
Genre: Romance/Drama
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Raiting: R
Warnings: AU, Slash (Of course).
Disclaimer: Obviously, I own nothing.
Summary: After Harry killed Voldemort he is captured, but the purposes of
his captor are good.
Chapter VII Raining days
It was the end of October and Harry was in the library of the Manor. It had been raining for three days and Harry hadn't left the house, so he was bored, very bored. Fortunately, Harry had been given his wand back a week ago and Draco had pressed him to study for his NEWTS, because Draco knew for experience that it was required a good level to get a good mark in the tests.
Harry hadn't been allowed in those first months to use magic for two very understandable reasons: the first one was obviously because his attemps of escape, the second one and more important was his weak state; it seemed that the spell that had killed Voldemort had taken off more energy than expected, so Harry hadn't been able to cast even a levitation spell in all that time.
Anyway, Harry was sitting there, casting some Charms spells and hoping to be doing anything else, when he heard some noises coming from the living room. A couple of minutes later the door of the library was opened, Harry turned his head and saw him. Draco was dressed with the dark grey robe that made him look very tempting at least to Harry taste.
Draco took Harry's face with his hands and pressed his lips to Harry's. A soft and dry contact. Harry's lips stayed unmoved for a second, then he tried to open his mouth, but Draco stopped him. Draco's tongue caressed his lips and just then it made its way inside Harry's mouth. Draco tasted a delicious and known flavor that always made him feel overwhelming. Harry thought that It was sweet to stand there just being kissed and held. Draco kissed him in the ckeek and sit next to Harry.
-"You come back earlier." Harry managed to say between the kisses he was given.
-"Yes, Blaise is getting a promotion, so we are gonna celebrate, that's why we left early. Want to come?"
-"Of course." Harry questioned himself how Draco dared to asked something like that, when Draco knew he had been waiting for a chance, any chance to leave the house. "What did Blaise do?" Harry knew that it was difficult to get into a higher rank, even for Draco, that was a genious, had been hard, he couldn't imagine what you would need to do if you were anyone else.
Harry discovered once that Lucius and in general all the members of the new government were very strict, unfortunately Draco never explained what kind of things were requiered of any of their assistants. So to tell the truth Harry had no idea of what kind of job Draco did; in fact, Harry had no idea of how things were in the world, because Draco was very overprotective and perhaps still afraid of Harry's reaction of the reality.
Evidently, Harry knew that wizards in general had accepted almost without problems the new régime and, well, Harry wasn't surprised, after all the new group in the power was integrated by the finest and more brilliant members of the community and they had been planning this coup d'état for years.
-"He captured a valuable rebel." Draco answered shortly.
-"Mmmm" Harry didn't want to press him, because he knew that Draco seemed more reticent to talk every time he asked about topics like his friends, the Order or the rebels. So Harry didn't say anything more, because he didn't want to create an uncomfortable situation, not when Draco was in such a good mood.
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An hour late Harry was in Blaise flat drinking some wine. Blaise was Draco's best friend, but Harry hadn't known anything about him until he came to live with Draco. When they were studying at Hogwarts, Blaise had been a presence without a face and now Harry wondered how he never noticed the boy, specially when he was so closed to Draco.
Blaise and Draco had grown up together, their families were too close and they had been friends, before they understood the concept. But while Draco was a full moon in a dark sky: impressive, majestic, bright, dominant and ruling; Blaise was a star, a bright star, with his own light, but shy, quiet and silent. And that didn't mean that Blaise wasn't intelligent, because the guy was as clever as Draco, it just meant that Blaise wasn't visible.
Harry was in a corner of the living room watching how Draco's friends interacted. Harry thought that it was kind of funny see the sons of some ex Death Eaters and Aurors being so friendly, when some months ago the aforementioned guys had acted as if they really hated each other.
A couple of minutes later Draco joined him and asked him if he was having fun, Harry had nodded, Draco took his hand and led him to one small group. Harry felt Draco's presence in his back and Draco's arms around his waist.
Of course everybody smiled at him; Pansy, Greg, Vincent, Blaise and Theodore knew Draco's feelings towards him and they didn't like to get Draco angry when it wasn't neccesary. Blaise handed them more wine and Draco refused as he had drunk enough.
-"Congratulations." Harry said to Blaise in a very pleasant tone. Harry hadn't had the opportunity to congratulate him when they arrived.
-"Thanks." Blaise was as always austere.
-"You should be very proud, Draco mentioned the perfectly well done work you realised." Harry added.
-"Well, you know how Draco likes to overact over some things, because it was nothing special." Harry just nodded, he knew Blaise wouldn't say anything to praise himself as usual.
Blaise was the perfect friend for someone like Draco, Blaise was nice, clever and loyal, and he would never shadow Draco, because Blaise wasn't interested in public recognition. Blaise was perfect. Harry discovered it in that instant. Harry finally appreciated what made him so different and yet so attractive.
A boy with short curly auburn hair, big clear mahogany eyes, curly long black eyelashes that make a beatiful contrast with the creamy skin and a pretty dark pink mouth. Blaise, who always dressed impeccable, whose taste was so delicate and fine; Blaise, the well educated and refined friend of Draco.
Harry woke up of his reverie, when Draco placed a softly kiss on his cheek.
-"Are you fine?" Draco whispered.
-"Yeah." Then Harry added without thinking. "I think I drank too much."
-"Want to go home?" Draco was so warm against him. Harry took one of Draco's hands with his right one.
-"No. I'm fine." Harry didn't want to spoil Draco's mood. But Draco, who read him so well, told Blaise how wonderful time they have had and he excused for leaving so soon. Blaise just thanked them for coming.
Later, when they were in the Manor. "You didn't have to..." Both knew what Harry meant.
-"I want to expend some time with you. And I'm a little tired."
-"Draco..." Harry said sighing, there was so much to tell and no words to express his feelings.
-"I love you." Draco just cut him.
It was early, so once Draco had changed himself in his black pijamas, he sit in their bed and picked a book. Harry was feeling confused, tired and melancholy, so instead of trying to sleep or reading or anything else, he lay against Draco chest, his head near Draco's heart.
Draco closed his book and put his arms around him, caressing him as if Harry was a small child who is afraid of being alone in a raining night. They stayed like that for a while just listening the sound of the raining, until sleep came to reclaim them.
Chapter VII Raining days
It was the end of October and Harry was in the library of the Manor. It had been raining for three days and Harry hadn't left the house, so he was bored, very bored. Fortunately, Harry had been given his wand back a week ago and Draco had pressed him to study for his NEWTS, because Draco knew for experience that it was required a good level to get a good mark in the tests.
Harry hadn't been allowed in those first months to use magic for two very understandable reasons: the first one was obviously because his attemps of escape, the second one and more important was his weak state; it seemed that the spell that had killed Voldemort had taken off more energy than expected, so Harry hadn't been able to cast even a levitation spell in all that time.
Anyway, Harry was sitting there, casting some Charms spells and hoping to be doing anything else, when he heard some noises coming from the living room. A couple of minutes later the door of the library was opened, Harry turned his head and saw him. Draco was dressed with the dark grey robe that made him look very tempting at least to Harry taste.
Draco took Harry's face with his hands and pressed his lips to Harry's. A soft and dry contact. Harry's lips stayed unmoved for a second, then he tried to open his mouth, but Draco stopped him. Draco's tongue caressed his lips and just then it made its way inside Harry's mouth. Draco tasted a delicious and known flavor that always made him feel overwhelming. Harry thought that It was sweet to stand there just being kissed and held. Draco kissed him in the ckeek and sit next to Harry.
-"You come back earlier." Harry managed to say between the kisses he was given.
-"Yes, Blaise is getting a promotion, so we are gonna celebrate, that's why we left early. Want to come?"
-"Of course." Harry questioned himself how Draco dared to asked something like that, when Draco knew he had been waiting for a chance, any chance to leave the house. "What did Blaise do?" Harry knew that it was difficult to get into a higher rank, even for Draco, that was a genious, had been hard, he couldn't imagine what you would need to do if you were anyone else.
Harry discovered once that Lucius and in general all the members of the new government were very strict, unfortunately Draco never explained what kind of things were requiered of any of their assistants. So to tell the truth Harry had no idea of what kind of job Draco did; in fact, Harry had no idea of how things were in the world, because Draco was very overprotective and perhaps still afraid of Harry's reaction of the reality.
Evidently, Harry knew that wizards in general had accepted almost without problems the new régime and, well, Harry wasn't surprised, after all the new group in the power was integrated by the finest and more brilliant members of the community and they had been planning this coup d'état for years.
-"He captured a valuable rebel." Draco answered shortly.
-"Mmmm" Harry didn't want to press him, because he knew that Draco seemed more reticent to talk every time he asked about topics like his friends, the Order or the rebels. So Harry didn't say anything more, because he didn't want to create an uncomfortable situation, not when Draco was in such a good mood.
*** *** ***
An hour late Harry was in Blaise flat drinking some wine. Blaise was Draco's best friend, but Harry hadn't known anything about him until he came to live with Draco. When they were studying at Hogwarts, Blaise had been a presence without a face and now Harry wondered how he never noticed the boy, specially when he was so closed to Draco.
Blaise and Draco had grown up together, their families were too close and they had been friends, before they understood the concept. But while Draco was a full moon in a dark sky: impressive, majestic, bright, dominant and ruling; Blaise was a star, a bright star, with his own light, but shy, quiet and silent. And that didn't mean that Blaise wasn't intelligent, because the guy was as clever as Draco, it just meant that Blaise wasn't visible.
Harry was in a corner of the living room watching how Draco's friends interacted. Harry thought that it was kind of funny see the sons of some ex Death Eaters and Aurors being so friendly, when some months ago the aforementioned guys had acted as if they really hated each other.
A couple of minutes later Draco joined him and asked him if he was having fun, Harry had nodded, Draco took his hand and led him to one small group. Harry felt Draco's presence in his back and Draco's arms around his waist.
Of course everybody smiled at him; Pansy, Greg, Vincent, Blaise and Theodore knew Draco's feelings towards him and they didn't like to get Draco angry when it wasn't neccesary. Blaise handed them more wine and Draco refused as he had drunk enough.
-"Congratulations." Harry said to Blaise in a very pleasant tone. Harry hadn't had the opportunity to congratulate him when they arrived.
-"Thanks." Blaise was as always austere.
-"You should be very proud, Draco mentioned the perfectly well done work you realised." Harry added.
-"Well, you know how Draco likes to overact over some things, because it was nothing special." Harry just nodded, he knew Blaise wouldn't say anything to praise himself as usual.
Blaise was the perfect friend for someone like Draco, Blaise was nice, clever and loyal, and he would never shadow Draco, because Blaise wasn't interested in public recognition. Blaise was perfect. Harry discovered it in that instant. Harry finally appreciated what made him so different and yet so attractive.
A boy with short curly auburn hair, big clear mahogany eyes, curly long black eyelashes that make a beatiful contrast with the creamy skin and a pretty dark pink mouth. Blaise, who always dressed impeccable, whose taste was so delicate and fine; Blaise, the well educated and refined friend of Draco.
Harry woke up of his reverie, when Draco placed a softly kiss on his cheek.
-"Are you fine?" Draco whispered.
-"Yeah." Then Harry added without thinking. "I think I drank too much."
-"Want to go home?" Draco was so warm against him. Harry took one of Draco's hands with his right one.
-"No. I'm fine." Harry didn't want to spoil Draco's mood. But Draco, who read him so well, told Blaise how wonderful time they have had and he excused for leaving so soon. Blaise just thanked them for coming.
Later, when they were in the Manor. "You didn't have to..." Both knew what Harry meant.
-"I want to expend some time with you. And I'm a little tired."
-"Draco..." Harry said sighing, there was so much to tell and no words to express his feelings.
-"I love you." Draco just cut him.
It was early, so once Draco had changed himself in his black pijamas, he sit in their bed and picked a book. Harry was feeling confused, tired and melancholy, so instead of trying to sleep or reading or anything else, he lay against Draco chest, his head near Draco's heart.
Draco closed his book and put his arms around him, caressing him as if Harry was a small child who is afraid of being alone in a raining night. They stayed like that for a while just listening the sound of the raining, until sleep came to reclaim them.
