Draco had never been so truly furious in his life, and when Harry finally returned with a grin that would put many Slytherin to shame, Draco did not hesitate to glare daggers at him. Harry closed the door behind him, placing several locking spells to keep anyone and everyone out, and at the last moment added a few silencing charms on a whim. Harry's grin widened as he sauntered over to the end of the bed, and as he flicked his wrist to make the gag disappear he asked, "How are you feeling?"

Draco was ready to scream in rage, with a dozen foul words on the tip of his tongue, he would have cursed Harry from heaven to high hell, had Harry not added, "Careful how you answer, because I'm not above punishing you, in fact I'd rather enjoy it."

Draco bit his lip to keep from snarling and instead fixed Harry with a deathly glare. Harry shrugged and waved his wand. Draco was so surprised by the sudden vibrations coming from the withering mass inside him and the tiny clamps biting into his nipples that he forgot all his anger as he let out a sound somewhere between a scream and a moan. Draco felt fresh tears sting his eyes as he was once more denied release. His erection was painfully swollen and with the new stimulation he was certain he was going to die from the combined pleasure and pain.

As he was denied his release once more, he gave up his pride and gasped out, "Please…"

He choked on the rest, as the withering mass inside him managed to locate that spot that made him see stars. Harry, who had shed his clothes and climbed up onto the bed between Draco's legs asked, "Yes?"

Tears were freely streaming down Draco's face as he gasped out, "Stop… please stop…"

Harry ran a possessive hand over Draco's abdomen while the other softly teased Draco's cock, "You want me to stop?"

Draco dropped his head back with a groan and said, "Please, it's too much, please stop."

Harry sighed and as he pulled back away from Draco he flicked his wand making the nipple clamps and the mass inside of him disappeared. Draco groaned, he didn't know if it was a relief or not, simply because the cock ring was still in place. Harry laughed as he placed his arms on either side of Draco's head and held himself a hairs breath above Draco, so close he could feel the heat of Draco's chest with every breath he took. Harry stared down at the large tears that trailed from the long pale lashes to drip from the edge of his cheeks to the soft vulnerable skin of his neck. Harry didn't know what was more arousing, the little sounds Draco made in frustrated arousal, the sight of the pale perfect body completely at his mercy below him, or the scent wafting up from said body. Above the fresh, sweet scent of the cleaning charms on the sheets, Harry could just make out the scent that was a combination of male, musk, sweat, arousal, and something that he could only describe as purely Draco.

After several long moments of silence, minus the little frustrated noises Draco was making, Draco finally seem to gather enough breath to gasp, "Please Potter?"

Harry frowned and said, "Considering our situation, don't you think you should call me by my first name."

Draco blinked up at Harry, surprised by how close he was, and it was a long while before he was able to process what Harry had said. Draco felt himself forgetting his arousal as he felt anger course through his veins and hissed out through grounded teeth, "Our situation? I might have agreed to act like your pet, Potter, but only because we both have a common goal, and since for now there is nothing else to do that will help you towards that goal, shouldn't you stop playing games with me."

Harry raised an eyebrow as he rolled onto his side next to Draco. He ran a hand over Draco's chest and smirked when Draco shuttered, he purred out, "but I like playing games with you."

Draco closed his eyes and asked in a quiet voice that sounded nothing like the schoolboy Harry remembered, "Why are you doing this?"

Harry stiffened, the question was one he had asked himself a dozen times already and he still wasn't certain what the answer was. After a moment he began to once again run his hands over Draco's chest as he said, "That doesn't matter."

Those silver pools seemed to reach into Harry's very soul, but he knew Draco did not find his answer because his brows were still drawn together in confusion. Harry's hand, which had been gently running up Draco's chest gently, just as gently wrapped around his neck as Harry said, "The only thing that matters is that Tom gave you to me. You belong to me!"

Harry practically snarled the last part, and it wasn't till Draco let out a choked sound that Harry even realized his hand had tightened. Harry's eyes widened and he flung himself backward, away from Draco. The moment his hand left Draco's neck, the blond began to gasp in painful breaths. Harry felt his stomach roll as he pushed himself off the bed and onto his feet. As he walked towards the door he thought he might just throw up, and the gnawing, guilty feeling only worsened with every step. Harry was shocked when Draco said in a quite rasp, "I always thought you were the type to prize your possessions."

He glanced back at Draco, and for a moment he forgot how disgusted he was with his actions as he puzzled over Draco's expression, or lack of one. His face and eyes were blank, like a muggle portrait that lacked any magic. For once Harry saw no life in those silver pools, and without it, without the swirling fire of emotions, they looked disturbingly similar to the man Harry despised. Harry expected his anger to boil up again, to make him lose control, but instead he felt even more disgusted with himself. He had done this, it was his fault that those molten silver pools were cooling into cold stone. Suddenly it wasn't just his stomach that was revolting against him, making him feel violently ill, but his heart which with each beat seemed to crack and break sending sparks of pain through his body. Harry wasn't sure what was happening to him, he wasn't sure of anything, excepted for the irrational need to somehow fix whatever it was he had done to make Draco like this.

Harry whispered without thinking, "I do."

Draco's voice was still quite but had lost some of the rasp as he said in a voice void of any emotion, "Right after first year my father tossed my prized racing broom into the hearth, I burnt both my hands pulling it out, I cleaned it up and mended it before I even noticed how badly my hands hurt."

Draco's face still lacked all emotion but his eyes had taken on a faraway look and his voice was even raspier as he said, "When my mother saw my bandaged hands at the dinner table, my father told her that until the broom burned he would not allow anyone to heal my hands, because if I didn't understand that my possessions were only worthy of being treasured if they were something everyone else coveted than I didn't deserve to be healed."

Harry just stared at Draco, he wasn't a hundred percent certain he had heard Draco right and even if he had; he had no idea how to respond. In his mind a voice that sounded remarkably like Ron was whispering about Slytherins and how they would tell lies about anything to get what they wanted, but somehow Harry just knew that Draco was telling the truth, which made it even harder to think of a response. After a long silence Draco said, "I always thought you were the same, the way you took care of even the most hideous clothes, and no matter how many times those horrid glasses broke, you still always fixed them."

Draco's voice had gotten quieter and quieter as his eyes closed. For a moment Harry thought that perhaps Draco had forgotten he was there till those pale lashes lifted to reveal something so breathtakingly beautiful that it would easily change Harry's whole life. There were so many emotions swimming in those silver pools that Harry could spend eternity trying to pick them out. It was Draco who looked him in the eyes in that moment, not Malfoy, not his schoolboy rival, not the son of Lucius, it was just Draco. Tears welled up once more in Draco's eyes, and his voice was a whispered rasp, "It's a bit ironic. I was always jealous of your possessions, not because of who you were or how much they were worth, but because you cared for them."

Harry hadn't realized he had been moving forward till his legs hit the edge of the bed, his gaze, his entire being had been so focused on those eyes, those perfect eyes. When his legs impacted with the bed it startled him enough for him to shake himself from his stupor. He shook his head and snarled, "Why are you telling me this?"

Draco waited till Harry met his gaze before saying, "Because even if I was wrong, I still belong to you, I have for a long time."

Harry could not believe what Draco was saying, it was too good to be true. He hadn't even realized he wanted it until Draco said it. After everything he had gone through he knew nothing was that easy, and so he snapped out, "Malfoy! I'm not stupid!"

Draco sighed and said, "Didn't you notice that something was missing from my belongings?"

Harry frowned, he wasn't sure what Draco was playing at with the change of subject, but he decided to humor him for a moment just to see where he was going, "You're ring."

Draco nodded and said, "I'm still going to inherit everything, in fact I have inherited quite a large chunk of the estates already, but I'm no longer qualified to hold that title. I don't think my father meant for me to be permanently disowned, but frankly I don't plan to do any of the things that might be able to put me back in his nonexistent good graces."

Harry felt like his whole world had been upended, and he asked, "Dose Tom know about this?"

Draco closed his eyes and said, "He might, but my father has not told him directly of his plans. I doubt it though, since he still called me Malfoy, if he had known he probably would have taken great joy in calling me Black. I doubt any of the other Death Eater's know, because nobodies thrown it in my face that I no longer stand a chance at becoming head of my house, or more accurately, your house, since Sirius left the titles to you."

Harry still felt overwhelmed but as he reached out, and ignoring Draco's flinch, gently ran his fingers over the leather collar, he asked, "So you really are mine?"

Draco nodded his head, ever so slightly, and Harry noticed he was trembling, quaking with fear. Harry gently put pressure on Draco's chin, forcing him to look him in the eye, before saying, "I swear, from now on I won't hurt you, not unless you do something that forces me to punish you."

Draco's eyes still looked uncertain, but some of the fear seemed to lessen. Harry smiled and let his hands trail down Draco's body. Caressing and pinching, teasing out quite gasps and moans as he got Draco back to full arousal. He even leaned down and began to suckle and nip one of his erect little nubs as one hand tweaked the other, distracting the blond from the hand that bypassed his once more weeping cock. He gave his balls each a gently squeeze before moving his hand lower. He circled the still tight opening for a long time, before muttering a spell to slick his finger, which he easing into the tight warmth as slowly as possible. By the time he touched the bundle of nerves inside of Draco the blond was whimpering.

Harry smiled as he licked his way up to Draco's collar, where he gave a gentle nip before moving on to nip at his earlobe and whispered, "tell me what it is you want Draco?"

Draco whimpered louder and Harry jabbed the bundle of nerves again, then said, "Tell me or I'll put those toys back on you and leave you here while I take a stroll around the property, maybe I'll get an early dinner, who knows you could be here practically all night, but only if you don't tell me what you want right now."

He punctuated that last word with another jab at the bundle of nerves and finally Draco gasped through tears, "Please…"

Harry nipped just above the collar and whispered, "Please? Please what? Better hurry before I lose my patience and leave you like this again."

Draco was trembling again, but this time Harry was almost certain it was from arousal and denied release. Draco was panting as he tried to stop himself from pushing back onto Harry's fingers like a wanton whore, but damn if it didn't feel good. He took a lot more effort then it should have to get the next words out, and he couldn't even blame it on his pride because he was pretty sure his pride had taken off in the wind, "Please, let me come."

Harry smirked and said, "I am impressed by your manners pet, but you sound a bit selfish, asking for such a prize and not recognizing your not the only one here with a little problem."

Harry rubbed his clothed and aching erection against Draco's thigh to illustrate his point and Draco let out something like a sob, and said, "Please, tell me what you want. I'll do what you want just please let me come."

Harry smirked and stopped tweaking Draco's nipple long enough to reach down and undo his pants and pull them down enough to free his erection that was almost as hard as the blonds. Draco tensed, and Harry felt his gut clench when he saw the fear there, written in every muscle of his body. An idea struck Harry and he began to shift on the bed and as he moved so that his mouth was inched from Draco's still leaking cock, and so that Draco's mouth was close to his own he said, "If you do a really good job, I'll reward you."

As he moved to take Draco's cock into his mouth, and to get his finger back inside that tight heat, he was surprised at the enthusiasm with which Draco began to mouth at his cock. In fact he had just gotten a single finger back into Draco, when he gasped in approval as Draco managed to take his cock deep into his throat, swallowing around it like he imagined a pro would, in fact he was sure Draco could put a pro to shame, as it was not long before Harry was coming down Draco's throat, seeing bright stars.

When he came down from his high Draco finished swallowing the last of his seed and pulled of his cock with a wet pop and a whimper. Harry smirked and said, "Yes you definitely deserve a reward after that."

He resumed his previous ministration, and with the hand that didn't have two fingers busy working that bundle of nerves inside of Draco, Harry reached for his wand and with a single wave of it, the chains and the cock-ring vanished and Draco screamed as he came hard, then promptly passed out. Harry smirked as he licked a bit of the bitter sweet liquid from his lips. He already had a million ideas for what to do next, and based on this performance he was certain he would not only get his revenge, but have Tom and the other Death Eaters nearly jizzing in their pants. Tom might have thought he wanted to hear Draco screaming in pain, but he had no doubt he would be even more pleased to hear the once Malfoy heir screaming in pleasure as Harry Potter took him.