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Part three. HP/DM. Rated R for language and other things. Hopefully things will get better. Right now I'm just laying the groundwork.
Thanx.
Payback
By: WhyteRoze28
Chapter 3
Draco Malfoy hummed as he strolled over to the cabinet against the wall. He hoped that this place was really was set up like his room.
As he opened the door, he smiled. Pulling out a few items, he thought, 'This could really be enjoyable... for both of us.'
As he looked at Harry, lying strapped to the bed, he remembered again the first night he had been strapped to it.
"Father? What have they done to my bed?" he asked, staring in horror at the cold metal restraints.
Lucius Malfoy had said almost nothing. Merely pointed his wand at his son, and shouted, "Imperio!"
Instantly, Draco had found himself unable to move of his own free will. He had undressed and climbed into bed, face down. Then his father promptly shackled him.
"Relashio!"
Suddenly, he could move again. He strained against the bonds, but he wasn't strong enough to break free.
"Enough," Lucius snapped. He produced a cane from under his robes. "How dare you speak out against the Dark Lord. You will have to pay dearly for that, Draco."
The cane had fallen harshly, and more times than Draco had cared to remember. Then...
Draco shook his head. This was not the time to be reliving that.
Then he turned to look at the bed. Harry was staring at him, a strange look on his face. 'He didn't believe me...' Draco thought suddenly. "He really thinks I'm going to...'
Draco hurried over to the bed, and sat down on the edge. He leaned down, stared into Harry's eyes, and smiled. Not his earlier one, but a smile so full of his emotions, that it made the dark-haired boy gasp. Then he kissed Harry.
Harry could only wonder in amazement at the sudden turn Draco had taken. He had looked so lost in thought, and then...
Suddenly, he felt something. While Draco had been kissing him, he had taken a feather out of his robes, and began trailing it along Harry's inner thigh.
"What's the matter, Harry?" Draco asked, smiling. "Something wrong?"
Harry gasped as the feather tickled him again. He shook his head. "N-No, nothing. It just... startled me."
Draco brought the feather up to Harry's chest, and ran it across the skin. "I told you. I'm not going to hurt you. I was just scared that you might run." He reached out, and unshackled the restraints. "Is that better?"
Harry sat up, and rubbed his wrists, then his ankles. "Yeah, it really is," he replied. "Draco, I'm not gonna run, I promise. I want this as much as you do."
Draco's eyes widened. He hadn't been expecting that. He looked down. The most beautiful vision he'd ever seen was looking back at him.
Then he stood up, and began removing his clothes. He watched Harry's eyes out of the corners of his own. As he saw the blush creep across the other's face, he smiled inwardly. 'Time to make some new memories,' he thought.