3. Weakness of Accord
Harry smiled once again and held out his hand, "We have a deal then?"
"Yes," Draco clasped his hand with Harry's, "a deal."
Harry changed his grip and threaded their fingers together, his other hand going up to cup Draco's cheek.
"What are you doing, Potter?!" Draco sputtered.
"Testing your resolve." Harry said softly, pulling Draco's face to him.
Draco pushed away, grabbing Harry's wrist and holding him back, "There's no one here! What the fuck's the point?!"
Harry smiled and shoved Draco back, easily overpowering him and forcing him down into to the seat of the moving train. He deftly twisted and his other hand holding Draco's own and pulled Draco's hand from his wrist. Gripping both Draco's hands he held them above Draco's head, pressed hard into the upholstered seats. He straddled Draco's hips easily and completely disregarded his struggling as he once again cupped Draco's face, forcing it forward.
Draco snarled feraly and spat on Harry's face, "You're insane!"
Harry's eyes darkened as he wiped the salvia from his cheek, "And you're mine, Draco. For a week, you're MY lover. That means I can do whatever the hell I want to you. I'm not handing over my life for part-time play acting whenever it's most convenient for you, now play your part."
He grabbed Draco's chin and kissed him hard, for a second the other boy resisted then he softened, he quit struggling and his arms went limp. Harry let go of his arms and cupped Draco's face, cradling it as he dominated him. He gently forced open the other boy's lips and eagerly explored their sweet confines. He let go and pulled back slowly, biting Draco's lips and trailing kisses down his jaw and neck.
Draco gasped as Harry's hands left his face and slipped under his shirt, running his fingers up his chest. Draco refused to open his eyes, biting his lip to keep from emitting any noises that let would Harry know how aroused he was becoming from his touch.
Harry bit Draco's neck gently as his fingers methodically unbuttoned the other boy's shirt. Draco's shirt fell open and Harry's hand fell down to slip along the skin around his pants, he could hear the other boy's harsh breathing escalate in his ear as much as he tried to suppress it. He paused and looked up at Draco, a line of blood fell from his lip and slipped down his chin. He licked it off, enjoying the coppery taste of the dragons' blood.
"Open your eyes, Draco." Harry demanded softly, when Draco didn't respond he repeated, "Open them and look at me."
Draco opened his eyes, they were dilated with arousal and filled with hatred and fear. Harry sighed and pushed himself off of Draco, "We'll be there soon, best we be ready."
Draco shakily pushed himself up and buttoned his shirt, smoothing out his shirt in almost a trance like state.
Just as Harry had said the train began to slow with the approach to the school. Harry watched Draco emotionlessly as he stood and regained his wits.
"Get used to it quick, Malfoy. This was just the rehearsal, the performance has yet to commence and when it comes, the show must go on, no struggling or giving up." The train lurched to a stop and people began to pour out and into the waiting carriages or boats, "Places people." Harry muttered softly. He turned to Draco and held out his hand, "May I accompany you good sir? The curtain is about to rise and, our audience awaits."