Chapter 4

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His powers had been extraordinary, beyond words; Draco could not begin to fathom how deep it ran. But he could sense it, vague sparks of rushing energy tickled the fine hairs on his body and it all came from the being he called husband who now rested serenely on the bed that was to be their own. Two days—Draco stared at his watch---7 hours, Harry rested, and yet Draco was not the least bit worried, Harry, he figured, had released a vast amount of energy and this was his way of recuperating. Draco had needed a few hours himself to regain his strength after the harrowing experience.

Now, he sat, where he had positioned himself since he had carried Harry in two days ago, freshly showered and not the least bit hungry, Draco had accepted the glasses of water offered by invisible staffs. Draco poised himself on the chair now, and continued his endless vigil over the resting Harry. its was mortifying, Draco mussed, that after years of bearing his father's brutal attempts in making him control and perfecting his powers, Harry had managed to unravel years of handwork in only an hours time. The situation they had been in could've been handled with diplomatic approach, or even the stealth precision and detached coolness his family was ultimately known for.

To Draco, Harry was just a simple means to an end, Draco was meant to simply do a job and discard the casualties, it was sick and cruel logic, but it was all he knew. Harry was not supposed to have any effect on Draco; nothing except for a child in their union was to happen between them. Friendship was a negative, friendship could be used against them, anything more would be disastrous, Lucius would undoubtedly make sure of that, no, it was best to let Harry believe that he was naught else but the coldhearted bastard he was and Draco was that, he didn't know, nor did he want to be anything other than what he was, especially not with a pariah such as Harry.

Draco slowly tipped the glass to his lips, like the mighty dragon race he was named for, he watched with probing predator eyes as Harry languidly arose from sleep, Draco watched, still undetected as Harry yawned and pushed the waterfall of soot colored tresses to one side of his petite body, Harry sat up in bed and immediately the black satin sheet he had been covered with glided down to his waist, his eyes searched and rested on the French doors.

"You should learn to keep your thoughts low" Draco was slightly taken aback, but then schooled his features and remained seated.

"You should learn to keep out of peoples thoughts."

"It's hard not to listen in when you leave yourself so open." His voice was impossibly resonant and it irked Draco.

"Please dear husband, write all that bothers you about me and I should try my very best to improve on them." Harry's sarcasm speared its mark as Draco gritted his teeth.

Draco stood and walked towards the bed, Harry still stared out the window, maybe at the scene of viridian manicured lawns visible from his position on the bed, Draco did not much care as he made to reach out for Harry, put his hands connected with an invisible shield, he stared perplexed and tried once more, but found that he could not go further.

Harry finally turned to him, rich sets of deep beryl focused on him and Draco halted and stared, transfixed.

"I do not want you here, please leave."

Sparks fizzed from Draco's fingers. "Did I not tell you before that your wants and wishes are no concern to me? Put your shield down"

"So you could hurt me again? Do no think me so foolish, Draco." Harry came to his knees on the bed; he glared and reinforced his shield.

"I will not hurt you." Harry's eyes strayed to his crackling hands, white electrical currents visible through the white of his skin as it raced through his veins. The current abruptly stopped and Draco flexed his fingers.

"Drop your shield."

Harry hesitated. "Swear it,"

"I' am not a patient ma—"

"Swear it!"

"On the very core of my soul."

"You do not have one" Harry sneered, glaring once more.

Draco growled, encasing himself in the currents he control he abruptly speared himself through the shield and tackled a shocked Harry to the bed, pinned beneath strong thighs and unmerciful hands, Harry gaped as wolf grey eyes, peered down at him.

Draco's magic sizzled against Harry's skin, it didn't burn, nor did it electrify him as he imagined it would---it was a sort of sunbathing warmth that felt incredible against the flesh.

"What will it be today? Oh creative husband," Harry breathed, anger and fear filled him. "Here," Harry spread his milky thighs. "Go ahead and have your barbaric way with me, or would you like me to struggle? Is that how you can get it up?" tears of frustration leaked from his eyes, as Draco silently stared at him.

Draco immediately relinquished his hold as if burned and pushed himself off of Harry. "I' am sorry," Draco monotonously whispered.

"Do not apologize to me to alleviate your guilt, you will not find forgiveness with me." He angrily swiped his palm across his cheeks and stared at Draco's back.

"I will not apologize again"

"The most insincere never do."

"Do not dare throw that self righteous shit at me." Draco turned around and angrily stared.

"No matter your age or class, you are and will always be a petulant little boy, too spoilt and arrogant to see the error of his ways." The remark was like a slap to the face and Draco felt the sting through his being. He abruptly arose; his back still faced Harry as he said.

"Your duties are simple…expect me on the eve of every Thursday, dressed or naked I do not care, but you will serve me my husbandly rights." And then he left and Harry collapsed on the bed and cried.

A.N: Sorry its so short but I have to go to sleep, I have to wake up early tomorrow, but I promise to update as soon as I get home, so expect a new chapter by midnight or around 1 A.M. Thanks for your patience and loving the story thus far, and thanks for the reviews!