ENTHRALL
By Yih

Chapter 8
In the Scheme of Things

Draco smiled even though he had to wake up. Yesterday had been excellent, he thought as he stretched languidly on his bed. Just remembering the way Harry had felt against him and had tasted was enough to send thrills down to his groin. He took in a sharp breath when his silk boxers rubbed against his penis in such a way that it sent tingles shooting up his spine. He slipped his hands into his pants and stroked at a steady pace until he came all while thinking of what it would be like if it was Harry's hand instead of his own.

He buried his head into his pillow and moaned softly. Draco could still remember vividly Harry saying: "I'm yours." It was definitely the sweetest phrase he had ever heard, and it gave his inner veela a rush to know that his future mate was giving in, accepting, and saying yes in body and soul. Now, Draco thought, lifting his head from his pillow—all he needed was to go one step further. Just thinking about that gave him another erection.

"You're mine, Harry," he whispered fiercely. "You're mine."

-

The day was not going to plan. He couldn't find Harry anywhere, though that probably had a lot to do with the fact that he hadn't gotten out of bed until noon and hadn't even gone to the Great Hall until the last half hour to grab a little brunch. How was he to know that Harry would be the early type? Who got up that early anyway on a Sunday when there was no incentive like Hogsmeade?

Draco curled his lips and sneered. To make it worse, he had gotten an owl from his father's gyrfalcon. He didn't even need to open it up to know what it would say. But his father always had a rather interesting way with words, which was why he even bothered to make an effort in opening up the scroll.

Draco,

Time is fading. Time will not wait. Time is ending.

-LM

And oh did his father have a way with words.

-

It was nearing dinner and he still had no idea where Harry was. Draco growled and slammed his fist into a wall, not even feeling the pain of his knuckles crunching against stone. His veela was too frustrated, especially when he had already planted the image in his head of what he would like to do tonight. Obviously, Harry wasn't going to cooperate with him—keeping out of sight far too well.

From what had happened the other day, Draco would have thought that Harry would be running to his side, doing anything for him if he turned on his thrall. But Draco would prefer to have his other considerable charms seduce Harry rather than relying on his thrall to do the work for him. After all, he was a Malfoy and they were well-known to be excellent in bed—and with the addition of being a veela—sex came instinctually.

The only problem… his mate was no where to be found. Draco gritted his teeth together and his human self tried to tell himself to calm down, to relax and bloody well think! Wherever Harry was, he would eventually have to come to the Great Hall to eat dinner, and when he got there Draco would make sure he left when Harry did to catch him. He was not about to let Harry go after the incredible frustration he had already been through today.

-

His mate had arrived late to dinner, looking pale and withdrawn, not a good look for him. Draco felt concerned and quickly shoved the emotion deep inside of him. Why should he be worried about him? Harry was only his mate because of what his Lord wanted. And he really needed to start picking up the pace, which he had intended to do earlier—but of course the fates were thwarting him.

But no longer, he thought with a lascivious smile. Soon Harry wouldn't know what hit him. Draco smiled and settled down to do his Harry watching, always careful not to really make it apparent that he was staring at his mate. Of course, he was. However, one did not want to appear they were a love fool—which was what Draco thought of the people that were constantly watching him.

"Draco," he heard Pansy whine into his ear, "isn't Sunday dinner the best of the week?"

He nodded absently, knowing that even that simple of an acknowledgement would please her. The bint was far too easy to manipulate, and it was probably only the purity of her blood that had gotten her into Slytherin. Though where else she would have fit eluded him. Maybe Hufflepuff, she had shown him remarkable loyalty since first year even if her admiration and adoration of him was repulsive.

"Draco—"

He abruptly stood when Harry stood. He was about to follow Harry a few seconds after he left when he felt Pansy grab his arm. He would have shaken it off, since his mate was getting further and further away from him until he heard her say:

"Good luck."

He took a double shot at her and instead of holding on to him, she shoved him forward away from the table. "I know you have something to do," she said softly, her eyes gleaming with a knowledge and intelligence that he had never before attributed to her. "Go do it, Draco."

"Pansy, I—"

"I know you'll help me with my Arithmancy paper when you get back, won't you?" She smiled and her eyes drifted to the door where Harry was leaving. "I'll expect you back late."

He gave her one last look, searching her eyes and trying to figure out how she knew this because from what he knew… the Parkinsons had never been high up in Voldemort's regards, so how the bloody hell did she know?! His eyes shifted to the entrance where Harry had just left. He would have stayed to find out, but there were other more urgent things that he needed to do now. Damn Pansy!

He swore he would find out later, swore it on his ancestor's tombs as he stalked after his mate and quickly tried to calm himself down. If Pansy thought she was being smart, acknowledging his task, trying to encourage him—she was sadly mistaken. She had made a stupid move and she was going to pay. He slowly smirked. It was a good thing the Malfoys had their Lord's ear.

All he needed next was Harry's.

-

"Where do you think you're going?"

He saw Harry stiffen, noticed the way his mate softened when he noticed it was him. Draco smiled. This was going to be easier than he thought. He had thought Harry had given in, but for his mate to be happy to see him? Now that was really quite a change. Draco smirked and already mentally started changing his game plan. He wouldn't go too much faster, but he wasn't going to go as slow as he had planned.

"Hmmm… are you going to answer me?"

Harry glanced down at the floor as if embarrassed. Draco found it rather cute though, the fact that Harry was acting sheepish. It suited his mate's submissive personality. Draco took several steps until he was standing before Harry and could reach out and tilt Harry's chin up so that those green eyes would have to look into his own ones. "I…" Harry mumbled. "I was going to see Professor Snape."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "And why would you spend a Sunday night doing that?"

Harry blushed and ducked his head down once more. "Detention."

"My, my," Draco remarked, "our esteemed Potions Master really doesn't like you very much does he?" Harry shook his head. "How long will you be in detention?"

"At least until 9:00."

"Well then," Draco said, forcing Harry's chin up again, "when you're done meet me in the Astronomy Tower, do you understand?"

Harry licked his lips and murmured, "Yes."

So obedient, so gorgeous, Draco's veela was screaming and even his wizard self was inclined to agree. He hadn't been too keen on the idea of Harry Potter as his mate, but the idea was getting much more merit as he hung around the Boy Who Lived. No doubt because his veela self was happy that he had finally made a choice for him to focus its charms on.

"Good." Draco bent his head down and gave Harry a rather chaste kiss. It was mostly a pressing of lips, though his tongue had slipped out and traced Harry's lips before withdrawing. "Something to remember what me by."

Harry's blush only picked up more intensity. For a moment, Draco thought that Harry was just going to stand there all night staring at the ground. But Harry seemed to pull the mush his brain was in together and mumbled, "I have to go." Then Harry took off running toward the dungeons where he would probably be a little late to Snape's office. Oh well, what did he care if Harry was punished more?

Oh but you do, his veela whispered, because you already do care and what happens to him affects you…

-

"You're late," Draco remarked, keeping his voice cool and uncaring though inwardly he was furious and quite caring. "I thought you being the Gryffindor that you would at least try to be on time." Draco glanced around the abandoned Astronomy Tower before shifting his eyes back to Harry. "But I suppose not."

Harry flushed, a charming blush really. "Professor Snape kept me late," he muttered. "Sorry, I wasn't purposely trying to keep you waiting."

"No, I didn't think you were," Draco murmured, stepping closer to his mate until if he wanted to—he could touch him. "So what did you do in detention Harry? Did you clean cauldrons, desks, or maybe even the floor? Hmm?"

There was a little wave of irritation coming from Harry, Draco could sense, but overall it wasn't much. It was actually heartening to know that Harry wasn't fully under his spell yet. Harry would be soon, especially when they reached the final step. But that would take a little while longer. Draco hadn't planned for it to happen until summer, but from his father's note—he supposed it could happen as soon as next week. And if it was going to happen next week, that meant he needed to start charming his way into Harry's sexual appetite. Mmm…

"I did the typical stuff that every student does in detention," Harry muttered, sounding more annoyed than he looked. Was his mate trying to control his features? A pity he couldn't have his tone reflect the expression he was trying to portray. Draco would need to teach him a Slytherin trick one day on how to be the one in absolute control. As a Gryffindor Harry would need, and it would keep him from doing stupid things because true control was more than about facial expressions.

"Which is?" Draco goaded.

"Clean cauldrons!"

Draco smirked and reached out to place his hands on Harry's hips. "Something a future Malfoy should not be doing. Would you like me to talk to Severus?"

Harry's eyes widened, and Draco's smirked increased exponentially but only in his mind. Did Harry not know that Draco held sway over his godfather? Of course, while it helped to be Severus' godson—it was being good at brewing potions that got him on Severus' good side. It was a pity that Harry wasn't better at potions, though Draco didn't think he was that bad if his performance thus far in 7th year potions had indicated.

"Talk to Snape?"

"Yes, I can tell him to be a little more lenient toward your propensity in landing yourself in detention," Draco remarked. "That's if you ask me nicely."

Harry's forehead furrowed with wrinkles as if he couldn't believe what Draco was saying. Draco again thought what a clueless Gryffindor Harry was. It wasn't as if Draco had any real power over Severus, but that sway would give him some leverage and if that didn't work—well then there was always manipulation and bribery. And Draco was sure he could recruit his father to help him. After all, the less time Harry spent in detention—the more time Harry spent with him.

"If you ask that of him," Harry mumbled, "he'll probably only retaliate and give me more detentions."

Draco actually paused in what he was going to say. Harry had an excellent point. Severus never did like being told what to do, Draco considered, but then again Severus didn't really have much choice. Draco would see to it that his godfather didn't have a choice, any at all. It wouldn't do to let Severus try to wiggle his way out of being less than a bastard. Amusing mental image though.

"Probably, but I'll make sure he doesn't," Draco whispered, drawing Harry closer until their bodies were touching. "But I think we've talked enough about Severus and your detentions. There are much more interesting and enjoyable things we could be doing here and now. Kiss me."

Draco licked his lips and waited. He waited and waited until he was about to turn his thrall on when Harry leaned up and gently pressed his lips against him. Draco wrapped his arms tighter around his mate and felt a contentedness settle deep into his bones. This felt right, he realized, holding Harry and kissing him. It should unsettle him, but the feeling was too nice and pleasant for him to protest much. And the fact he hadn't needed his thrall to get it was an added bonus.

"Mmm…" Draco murmured, leaning away a little to take a breath and plunge back into the kiss, using his lips and tongue to coax Harry's mouth open. When Harry did open up, Draco dove in and tasted something tangy and sweet. It must have been the dessert at dinner. Whatever it was, it made his mate taste good, delicious really. "You're mine."

Inside him, his veela was clamoring for him to do more. To taste more, to touch more. Draco complied, using his arms to draw Harry closer to him. It still wasn't enough, having their bodies pressed entirely against each other's. He wanted to feel skin, and yet he knew that this kissing was hot and almost frighteningly so. Draco could see himself losing control and if a French kiss could do that—then touching Harry's bare skin would definitely make him lose control.

"Draco," Harry gasped, taking in a long breath and clutching Draco's shoulder as if he would sink to the ground otherwise, "oh Merlin."

Draco liked what he was hearing from Harry's mouth. It was nice to know, quite nice in fact to know that he could turn his mate into a babbling, boneless fool. The only bad thing was that he felt like what his mate was feeling—though he was hoping, hoping hard that it was worse for Harry than it was for him. This desire rampaging in his veins wanted to be unleashed and yet Draco wanted Harry to be the one that asked for it. Draco wanted Harry to be the one that came to him, needed him, and loved him.

Love him?

Draco almost twisted his face into a scowl until he remembered that he was facing his panting mate. He carefully smoothed whatever hint of a frown that had been about to grace his face and replaced it with a smile instead. He reached up gently to cup Harry's cheeks and pressed a light, breezy kiss on the corner of his mate's lips. He supposed it wasn't such a foolish thing to want. Draco leaned back and stared deeply into brilliant green eyes. His mate would be further encased in his control if there was love. And as his father had told him, it was inevitable that he—Draco Malfoy would love Harry Potter.

The only thing Draco could do to make sure things didn't tip into Harry bloody Potter's favor was to make sure that Harry fell for him as hard as he as going to fall for him. The sooner, the better. He didn't want to be the fool first in confessing his life. Draco sneered mentally. It would be much better for his mate to do that. Draco licked his lips. Yes, much better.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" Draco whispered, caressing Harry's face reverently. "Do you?"

Harry shook his head. Draco smiled when he noticed the way Harry started to look away as if he didn't believe him. Draco tensed his arm muscles and kept Harry facing him. "You are," he insisted and it wasn't hard to. Because to Draco's veela, Harry was the most beautiful creature in the world though his wizard self still thought Harry needed to get some more flesh on his bones and do something with his hair and atrocious sense of fashion. But all that could be remedied and when it was… well then, he didn't need to be embarrassed being bonded to Harry Potter, would he? Even if Harry was a half-blood. "You are beautiful to me."

"Draco…"

"Hush," Draco murmured, leaning in once again to kiss Harry. This kiss was less frantic, less heated but no less intense. It was gentle and tender; its sole purpose to break down any walls and reservations that Harry might have and spark a wave of aching lust that would—he hoped—turn into love. "Hush Harry."

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A/N: Don't you love the irony of this? Draco trying to manipulate Harry and Harry trying to manipulate Draco… who's going to win? I'd like to know who's going to be the one that might come out on "top" (pun intended). And the vision… is it confirmed in past or present? Anyway, this was a faster update though me and my writing partner ) are both bogged down with work enough that we want to scream. Not that I have much of an excuse compared to her (she's writing a ton admires), but we're both the typical busy college student. So why don't you review and we'll see what our muses can muster up?

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