Summary: When Harry wakes up one morning chained to a bed next to an old enemy, what is he to do? Leather. Handcuffs. Snogging. Payback. Wild Costume Party. And a mysterious gift. HP/DM slash.
Warning: This is Slash, which means boy on boy action, if you don't like it, don't read it. Also, it is rated for language.
Ships: D/H, G/Dean, Luna/Neville
Era: During Harry Potter Years, shortly after Harry's 7th year, and still during the war.
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Chapter Five
Harry lunged at Draco, not exactly sure what he was after, but just after something that would give him the upper hand.
He attempted to slug the boy anywhere and found himself hitting nothing but air. The other boy was trying to restrain him using his one free hand, but Harry was flailing about to much.
The two boys fell to the ground, their hands still chained together and now twisting their arms in uncomfortable positions.
"Bloody hell," he heard Draco mutter.
Harry attempted to twist his hand back around, but found it impossible.
"Stop moving!" Draco hissed.
He didn't want to oblige, but he couldn't find any other way.
"This isn't getting us anywhere," the other boy said.
"Well what do you say we do now?" Harry attempted to stand and failed.
"I said stop moving!" Draco shouted. "Now, hold still."
Harry grimaced but complied as Draco repositioned himself, and ended up straddling his body.
"Get off!" Harry spat at him.
"Working on it," Draco said with a wink.
Harry rolled his eyes as Draco helped him up, and as his feet got steady on the ground he noticed the wand sticking out of the blonde's back pocket. An idea struck him, and he shuddered at the thought biting his lower lip. He'd have to do what he'd have to do.
The two were eyeing each other carefully again, slowly realizing that attacking each other wasn't going to get them anywhere.
"M-Malfoy," Harry said slowly, trying to put his plan into action.
"Yeah?"
"Fighting isn't getting us anywhere."
"So you noticed that too?" Draco said sarcastically.
'We need to come to a compromise,' Harry told him the thought.
Draco raised an eye as the Gryffindor turned to face the boy. He allowed his eyes to gaze down Draco's bare chest and stopped on a rather large bruise that he had given him during their struggle on the ground. His fingers reached out to touch it gently.
"I hurt you," Harry said delicately.
Draco kept quiet, his eyes calculating and watching him.
Harry let his hand trail down his chest to another bruise.
"Stop!" Draco said, his voice cracking, swatting away his hand. "I know what you're trying to do."
He didn't answer, and in response he pulled Draco closer, leaning up to his mouth.
'We're compromising," Harry said, and he kissed Draco full on the lips, snaking his free hand to Draco's wand. He snatched it out and immediately pushed him away, wand directly at Draco's chest.
Draco stared at him in shock for a moment, and then his face broke into an amused grin.
"You bastard!" Draco laughed.
"You're going to follow me back to my house and you're going to cooperate with anyone who can help us get out of these cuffs."
"What, are you going to stun me, Harry?" Draco asked. "Do you know how much work it's going to be to drag my unconscious body around?"
These words registered to Harry, and now that he had the wand, he didn't know what he was supposed to threaten him with.
"What makes you think I care about dragging your body around?" he asked.
"Well, I'm sure you could, but good luck with that, now give me my wand back."
Harry looked at him in disbelief, "You're kidding right? I'm not just going to hand back your-"
Draco lunged at his face, kissing him roughly and grabbed the wand back from Harry's surprised and shocked hands.
"Compromise, Harry," Draco said, a huge smile on his face. "You come back to my home, and I won't have the Weasley family turn up dead over night."
"Excuse me?" Harry asked, unsure of what he had just heard. Did he really just threaten me?
Draco didn't answer, instead he tugged on his handcuffed hand to tell him to move.
"And you try kissing me again, or anything funny like that and I won't be responsible for my actions."
Harry stayed silent, moving down the hill, side by side next to his chained enemy. What was he to do now?
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As the two boys Apparated into the Malfoy Manor entrance hall, Draco grumbled to himself carefully, making sure he wasn't sending any thoughts to Harry on accident. He was upset at how much control the boy had over him, and how much self-control it took for him to take charge of the situation.
He didn't want to threaten the Weasley's, but it was the only way he knew to make Harry obey his commands. Harry loved Ginny, much to his displeasure; there was no way he'd allow Ginny to get hurt.
Now that they were safely back at the Malfoy Manor he didn't know what he should do. What would Snape say if he saw the handcuffs on both of them? Should he try to get them off himself first?
"Do you have a key or something?" Harry asked.
"No, I told you I don't know how to get them off of us," Draco said. "Let's try my Library, there might be something there."
The two entered Draco's well-lighted Library, there were aisles of shelves all with thousands of books, and it rivaled the Hogwarts library in size.
"Gretch," Draco said.
"What?" Harry asked, his eyes narrowing behind his round spectacles.
There was a soft pop and a House Elf named Gretch appeared, he was scruffier then most House Elves and all his hair was gray indicating that he was very old indeed.
"Yes master, Malfoy?" Gretch said in scratchy voice.
"Find me as many books as you can on magical initiation gifts," Draco said.
"Of course sir, it would be my pleasure, Young Mister Malfoy," Gretch said and hurried off down the rows of books.
"Have a seat," he told Harry who wasn't moving.
"How lazy are you, Malfoy? You have to send a House Elf to do your research for you?"
Draco raised an eye as they sat, and Gretch quickly hurried towards them with a pile of books. "And being lazy has never been more effective."
He grinned triumphantly, after all, how did Harry expect him to find anything in a place like this?
"Whatever," Harry grumbled, not admitting that Draco was right.
"Grab a book, Potter," Draco said smugly. "And here's your incentive, if you find the book with the key to getting this off of us, then you'll be able to free yourself from the cuffs, and guess where I'll still be?"
He paused, wondering why he had just said that...that was completely right...Maybe he should get the House Elf to do the research as well.
"The one with the wand?" Harry said bitterly, snatching up a book.
"Exactly right," he said, relived at that realization. Lucky I didn't say that thought to him.
They sat reading in silence for a while, and as he picked up his fifth book, he paused in boredom. His mind was wandering back the morning when Harry had woken up next to him. Because of the handcuffs Harry had been able to read him not just send him thoughts.
He attempted this now, watching Harry quietly, and surprisingly, nothing came, he still had no idea what Harry was thinking. Ever since he had taken Harry home last night he wasn't able to understand a single thing going through his mind, and this was driving him insane.
'Why can't I understand how he's feeling?"
"What?" Harry said, turning away from the book.
"Nothing," he said, turning back to his book.
He didn't want him to know that the handcuffs weren't having the same effects on him. And by thinking this, he knew Harry understood it.
"Well, Malfoy, I don't understand it either, but if you pick up a book and stop staring at me for more then two seconds then we might figure it out!"
"You're just so very good looking, Harry, I can't help it," Draco said toyingly.
"You're a prat, Malfoy," Harry spat. "I mean, honestly. Why me? Why can't you just leave me the hell alone?"
"Because I can't," he answered.
'Because I love you and I need you.'
'Why do you love me?' His eyes watched him carefully, ready to read any thought that entered Draco's mind.
Don't think. He told himself. Don't let tell him. Don't think about how every time he gets upset he gets that determined look in his eye. No stop! Don't think. Don't...or how he has so much strength when everything is falling down aro-Shit!
"Stop looking at me!" he shouted at him.
And he broke into a laughter filled smile that melted his heart, but he couldn't touch him because Harry would freak out. And he hated his life because of that.
Why can't he just love me? Why do I have to be my father's son? Why must I do everything that is expected of me?
Because if I had things my way, I'd have Harry in a heart beat.
"I don't understand you, Malfoy," Harry said, watching him still with a smile, but it quickly died away. "You tell me openly that you love me," Harry paused to grimace. "But then you refuse to tell me why. What's the point?"
"I have my dignity, Potter. I don't want you knowing every secret that I posses," Draco spat.
'Unless you really want to know' he said, and then cursed himself. "We have to get these handcuffs off, now!"
Harry simply nodded, and both turned back to their books.
Time passed and still they found nothing in the many volumes they went through.
"Excuse me, Mister Malfoy, sir," Gretch interrupted.
"What?" Draco asked wearily.
"Mister Severus Snape has announced dinner, sir's. He requests that you join him immediately." Gretch bowed low
'Well you can tell Mister Snape that he's an arse and we don't want to," he muttered in his head, and Harry looked at him oddly.
"Tell him we'll be right down in a moment. That is all, Gretch," he dismissed the creature passively.
"You hate Snape?" Harry asked, his voice was clearly perturbed.
"Don't want to talk about it," he muttered.
'Yes, I really do.'
Harry frowned but followed the Slytherin out of the Library.
Now he had to decide if they were going to hide their situation from Snape, or tell him outright.
"What are you worrying about?" Harry asked, clearly reading him again.
He grumbled for a moment, and then said, "Snape, do you want to ask him for help?"
The reason he was so against Snape knowing about the handcuffs was because of how much he was already indebted to Snape for saving his life, and he didn't want to give him anything more to use against him.
"Will he be able to get them off?" Harry asked.
"I dunno," he answered honestly.
"Then no," Harry said.
'Snape's solution might be to cut off one of our own hands.'
And Draco silently agreed, he had no idea what type of solution Snape would come up with.
The two entered the dining room, and were thankful to find Snape nowhere in sight. Harry sat in one seat, and in order for him to be able to sit as well he had to bring his chair almost uncomfortably close to Harry's, or would have been so if he didn't like him.
Snape came in handing a handful of letters to a House Elf, "Take these to the appropriate places," Snape order the Elf and the Elf nodded graciously and took off from the room.
Snape turned to look at the table, and his eyes fell on the two boys sitting at the dining table.
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Snape frowned and averted his eyes from the two boys who were sitting oddly close.
Maybe this was Draco's idea of a joke, testing to see how far he could go with the boy in front of him. And where did he draw the line before he knew Draco wouldn't come back?
He seated himself at the head of the table, and as he did, three House Elves came in holding plates of food. As the food was placed in front of them, and there was a clanking of silverware, Snape noticed the worried silence that was hanging in the air.
He glanced at the two boys who were staring at their plates, and then one of them jerked their head around, giving a very angry glance to the other.
"I bloody won't 'just do that'!" shouted Harry, and then he looked at Snape guiltily and turned back to his plate grumbling.
What is going on? Snape wondered staring at the two of them, they were acting very oddly indeed. He peered over the table, to try and see if they were holding hands, and realized he didn't want to know.
He looked back down to his food, and ate in silence, and still the boys stayed silent as well, occasionally sending each other glares or horrified looks.
'Stop thinking so much or Snape is going to hear us,' a voice echoed in his head.
Snape looked up, and turned to see who had said that.
'Oh shit!'
Snape's eyes narrowed at the two boys who were staring determinedly down at their plates looking very guilty.
Sending thoughts? Snape thought wildly. But how? And why are they sitting so close together...Isn't Potter supposed to be kept at a safe distance just in case he tried to retaliate...Oh dear Lord! The handcuffs! Where are those bloody handcuffs?
"Malfoy!" Snape barked.
Draco's head shot up.
"Stand up," Snape ordered, his eyes watching him closely. "Not you, Potter!"
Harry sat back down, but still Draco hesitated to move.
"Well?" Snape asked.
"I err, sir..." Draco took a deep breath. "I can't unless Harry stands to."
Snape grimaced at the boy saying his name, but ignored it. "And why is that, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Umm..." Draco trailed off. "Because my cousin handcuffed us together..."
Bloody fucking hell! Snape stood up from the table, and hurried off to his chambers in the house. It can't be. Why them? Not bloody them! If it affects them like this...It can't be!
Snape slammed his door to his chamber and began to search desperately around for a book.
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Harry and Draco eyed each other curiously. Draco had never seen Snape look so panic stricken before.
"What was that about?" Harry asked.
"I don't know," Draco said. "But whatever it is he doesn't look too happy about it."
"I wonder if he knows how to get these off," Harry wondered aloud.
"I hope so," Draco muttered. "I actually enjoy my personal space...Imagine if we have to take a shower togeth...hey, actually that's not a bad-"
"Don't you say it, Malfoy!" Harry sputtered, horrified at the very thought.
'Doesn't sound so bad to me,' Draco mused. Damn it! Stop sending thoughts!
It wasn't that he cared if Harry heard what he had to think, it just felt oddly personal to be sharing his every thought.
"Where do you think Snape went?" Harry asked, craning his neck down the hall.
Harry began to lean too far back into his chair, and before he could stop him, Harry tumbled backwards, taking Draco in his chair with him.
"Ouch! Nice going!" he grumbled.
"Ouf, sorry!" Harry said, sitting up.
"Malfoy, Potter! Get up," Snape snapped at them as he came into the room, his robes flying dramatically behind him as he entered. "And take a seat. I have something to talk to you about. Before your mother gets home."
Draco and Harry quickly scrambled to their feet with a lot of difficulty, set up their chairs, and then sat in their seats. Snape's eyes were blazing with fury, and they had no idea what he was about to tell them.
"Potter," Snape said, and the boy jumped beside him.
"Err, yes?" Harry said.
"Have your Occulamency skills been acting up since Mr. Malfoy put those cuffs on you?"
"Occulamency?" Harry whispered. "I didn't think it was that, sir. But yeah, I guess it has."
Snape took in a huge sigh, and looked if at all possible more worried and angry then before.
"What's going on?" Draco drawled. He had had no idea Harry knew Occulamency, since when had he been learning it?
"Why would you lock yourself together with this boy?" Snape's nostrils flared.
"I didn't, my cousin Marina did!" he answered crossly.
"Why?" Snape asked.
"I don't know, maybe because she's a bitch."
"Do you know how to get these off?" Harry asked hopefully.
"I," Snape paused for a moment before he continued and even Draco was more intrigued then before. Snape had never acted like this, never been unsure when speaking to either of them before. "I believe you should read this."
Snape hesitated for a moment, and then sat down a dusty book in front of them, it fell open to his bookmarked page, and the two boys learned over curiously to read.
Draco's jaw dropped, and he felt Harry go limp from astonishment next to him.
"No, no way! No fucking way, Malfoy!" Harry's tone was soft and full of fear. "No bloody way!"
But Draco's stomach was still flipping, quite overwhelmed by what he just read.
Harry startled again. "No way! What kind of sick joke is this?!"
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