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Part 10

Loyalty

Draco changed clothes quickly, and headed for the kitchens, where he told the one house elf to assemble the rest. An army of flustered house elves awaited him, fear shining in their huge dark eyes. As soon as Draco entered, one of the elves passed out, knocking another down with her.

"Revive her."

They did.

"Who is here?"

One old elf stepped forward. Draco has known him his whole life, but does not know his name. Draco does not know whether they actually have names.

"Former Master is out, Master Heir. Lefts early this evenings. We don't expects him back tonights. The Lady tooks a potion. Saids not to comes near her, till luncheon tomorrows. No ones else is here, just Master Heir and Har-"

"No one shall speak of whom I have brought! You will never mention him while is here, or that he ever was here, or that anyone was with me while I was here, to anyone, Malfoy or no, under any threat, any torture, or pain of death. While he is here, serve him as you serve me. When he is gone, you will all forget. Do you understand?"

"We tells no ones, Master Heir."

"None come to my rooms unannounced."

"Nones, Master Heir."

"To whom are you all loyal?"

"We is loyals only to you, Master Heir."

"When others ask?"

"We is loyals only to the House of Malfoy."

"Who is the House of Malfoy?"

"You is the House, Master Heir."

"Protect him. As each serves me in this, all, earn some slight regard from the House of Malfoy."

There are gasps all around. Some bow. Some kneel. Many sob. One elf jumps up and down pulling his ears. One passes out, again.

"Spell sandwiches and pumpkin juice to the suite. Stay here until you are required."

Draco checked on his mother on the third floor. Narcissa was slumped in a chair, with a dark spellbook on her lap. She was twitching, muttering, her features contorted with the pain of nightmares. He cast a dream spell on her. Her face relaxed into a peaceful frown, as he mobilicorpused her to her bed, along with her book.

"Goodnight, Ever Pure," Draco whispered, pecking her softly on the cheek.

Draco returned to free Harry, half expecting, Harry too, would be asleep. As the scales retreated, Harry clamored off the bed, sending most of his things onto the floor.

"Are you all right, Draco?"

"Everything is fine. You are safe here, for now."

"I'm sorry, about your father."

"I don't know why you should be. He'd die to kill either of us, on a whim from his Lord."

"Is your mother here?"

"Narcissa is out cold until a bit before noon, I suspect."

"What did you-?"

"She did it- sleeping potion. Narcissa doesn't sleep well without magical means."

"I know how that can be. Your mother is the only one here?"

"Yes, except for the house elves. They won't be a problem. Hungry?"

"Starving!"

"I'm not, but I'll sit with you."

Draco led Harry to his own personal dining room. The table was set with various kinds of sandwiches. Of its own accord, a large cut crystal pitcher poured them pumpkin juice. There were two chairs, one either end of the long table. Harry spelled his place setting to follow him, and grabbed the chair, manually, setting it down close to Draco's.

"Separation anxiety?"

"I refuse to yell at you from across this table," said Harry taking his seat.

"You'd rather yell in my ear?"

"I'd rather not."

They both took a sip of pumpkin juice. Turning slightly, to Draco, Harry said, "Your wealth is ridiculous."

"You say 'wealth' like it's a bad thing."

Harry smiled.

"That's no way to return an insult."

Draco smiled.

"Perhaps you should fuck a Weasley, Harry; no wealth to worry about, and they -are- an insult. Better?"

"Much better, thanks."

"Have I mentioned, your hair looks like a squib cut it?"

"She did, so what's your point?"

"With hedge trimmers?"

"You hog soap!"

"At least I know the value of good hygiene."

"You hog beds, too."

"Better to hog a bed than to snore in one."

"I do not snore!"

"How would you know? Did Dumbledore tell you that? Have a sandwich, Harry."

To amuse Draco, Harry shoved a quarter of a cucumber sandwich into his mouth, chewed, mainly with his mouth open, getting crumbs every where. He drained his glass loudly, dribbling pumpkin juice onto his chin, wiping it off, with the back of his hand.

"I'm curious. What do you think that napkins are for, exactly?"

The pitcher refilled Harry's goblet.

"Gagging idiots."

"In that case, merely having one may impede your ability to eat."

"Given the company, I'm lucky I have an appetite-"

"-may explain why I don't. Your speech patterns are atrocious!"

"Your character is despicable!"

"Your terrible posture compliments your lack of good manners."

"Your beautiful manners don't disguise your black heart."

"How sweet you think I have one, though! You out moan Myrtle when you come."

Harry blushed brightly and set his pumpkin juice down, feeling in danger of spilling it.

"You- are such a Slytherin."

"Thank you. You have beautiful eyes."

"Do you think so?"

"They remind me of Avada Kedavra, but greener! Impress me with your savagery, Harry. Have another sandwich. Perhaps you can get the whole thing in your mouth, this time. Be good practice for my cock."

"What?"

"You owe me. I want payment in full, tomorrow, when you are well rested."

Harry slipped out of his chair, and crawled under the table. He folded his hands across Draco's knees, and rested his chin on his hands.

"Owe you?"

"Yes, you are familiar with the concept of debt? Or do celebrities not bother paying theirs?"

Draco stroked his fingers through Harry's hair.

"Hmm. I might have a spare sickle around here somewhere. Can you make change?"

"Funny you should ask! I can transfigure sickles into all sorts of things; but you should see what I can do to knuts. Would you care for two demonstrations, Mr. Potter?"

"I'd be most happy to learn how to pay my debt in kind, Professor Malfoy, if you will teach me how. I do believe I might require a few more demonstrations, first."

"Experience is the best teacher, Mr. Potter. You'll have to learn by doing, as no more demonstrations will be forthcoming. Are you finished eating?"

"No, but I'm ready for desert. After I do this, Draco, can we please sleep?"

"Not tonight, tomorrow. Off your knees, Hero. I'm not having you nod off with my cock between your teeth. I might consider wrapping you in the darkness of my passion though, providing you help clean up."

"Enfolding me."

"Yes, yes, what ever."

They sent the sandwiches, juice, dishes, napkins, and Harry's crumbs back to the kitchen. Harry started to return the chair the other end. Draco grabbed his wrist.

"Leave it. You'll only want to carry it over again tomorrow."

It was a small thing. Looking at the two chairs together made Harry feel more at home, in this strange cold place.

"Thank you."

Draco wondered for what. The sandwiches? For bringing him here? Draco decided that it didn't really matter why Harry was thanking him. He pulled Harry close, and caught his lips with his own, loving how Harry not only always let him, but pushed into the lightest touch, his every kiss.

Quarter of an hour later, Harry was perpendicular to him, fast asleep. His head rested on Draco's chest. Harry looked young in a way he did not, when awake. One of Harry's hands clutched at a handful of sheet, as if it were his wand. The other was flat against Draco's stomach. Draco stroked his thumb across Harry's scar and over tracing an eyebrow.

"You are welcome, Harry."

to be continued