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.

Disclaimer: I only own the plot bunny and any characters you do not recognize.

Author's Message:

The reason I'm doing this chapter in two parts is because I REALLY wanted to update and I'm not going to be home all of Friday or Saturday. So, here's a little bit of the chapter, some cliff hangers, some new questions to ponder.

Personalized messages in A/N at bottom.

Enjoy.

Chapter Seven PART ONE

Draco watched his mother leave, his stomach tightening in fear. Not only was his father going to come home and find him like this. But his mother was going to find out how he really felt about Harry.

Of course, he assumed she knew some of the basics of his feelings for him, but he had never out rightly told her. That was a HUGE NO in the Malfoy house. You didn't have feelings for guys. You frankly didn't have feelings period.

He continued up the stairs, wondering how he was going to get the handcuffs off. He had to get Harry to cooperate. There weren't many ways he could do that. He could make a potion...but that didn't seem likely or plausible, especially because Harry would be right next to him while he was making it.

But, he did have one thing, it was in the brown paper bag his cousin had given him. That potion could work, maybe. He had dismissed it at the time, but it was starting to be more appealing every second.

Suddenly, Draco remembered about Harry's ability to read his thoughts, so he tried to think of anything but what he was now planning, which was proving difficult.

"What did your mother mean, Malfoy?" Harry asked, his voice constricted through his teeth. "Lucius is coming for dinner?"

"Exactly what she said," he said simply.

His father was supposed to be in Azkaban, he knew that. But he also knew his father had been planning to break out for a long time. It wasn't much of a surprise to hear that he was coming home.

"How did he get out?" Harry asked.

He shrugged. "I dunno. My thought is cleverly, but you never know."

"You're so insufferable, Malfoy!" Harry hissed.

That potion will have to do.

"What are you planning?" Harry asked suspicious.

"I, what do you mean, Harry?" he asked innocently.

"I mean, what are you planning?" the Gryffindor asked again.

'Why can't you just stop worrying about it for a moment?' he thought to Harry.

"We have other pressing matters to deal with. All of which you must help me with because you're handcuffed to my arm," Draco said before Harry could respond.

"What matters?" Harry asked.

They entered his bedroom, and he shut the door behind them. Harry snapping back as he tried to move in without him.

"My mother and father," he said, laughing slightly at Harry. "In a moment, my mother is going to read that book...and it's all over."

"What's all over?"

"My life, basically Harry," he said, closing his eyes for a moment. "She doesn't really know about how I feel about you, or the opposite sex for that matter."

"So, you're saying that – "

"That my mum is probably receiving the shock of her life right now. Though I'm pretty sure she understands some of what has happened," he said. "I talk enough about you."

Harry's eyes went up in complete surprise. "Talk about me?"

"You know. That whole, 'Potter gives me that look that says he thinks he's-so-obviously-better-than-me countless times a day.' 'Potter can't really fly a broomstick, he only gets lucky.' And, 'Potter has those wretched friends, he ought to ditch the whole lot of them.' Or the best, which I'm sure gave away the most, 'Potter broke up with his girlfriend, 'bout time.' I bet my mum got a real kick out of that one. She never knows what to say when I bring you up anymore."

"You're mental," Harry muttered. "How did you find out I broke up with Ginny?"

He scowled at her name, jealousy striking through him. "I have my ways, Harry darling."

"Eck, don't," Harry hissed. "What do you want me to do about your parents? It's not like I told you to be in love with me."

"And it's not like they give a damn about that point," he replied calmly. "Maybe I could just avoid the issue; Malfoy's tend to enjoy partaking in that extreme."

"Or, you could talk to her about it?" Harry suggested. "Maybe...Except I don't know your family Malfoy, so I can't really tell you anything except that I'm exhausted."

"Fine," he hissed. "I'll deal with it."

"How are we sleeping?" Harry asked, looking at the bed.

"Same as last night." He grinned fondly at the memory. "Only, you're now handcuffed to me. That's a slight kink status shift."

"You're disgusting," Harry said, rolling his eyes.

"Or just more fun than you're used to. Little Weaselette not like it rough and hard?"

"Oh Merlin! Shut up!"

'Why the hell does he want to know?' Harry yelled at himself for Draco to hear.

'Why don't you want to talk about it?' Draco asked. 'Uncomfortable?'

"Quite completely," Harry mumbled, crawling onto the bed first.

He watched him crawl, the leather pants he noticed, fitted the Gryffindor perfectly.

At least Marina knows her stuff.

"Stop staring," Harry said, his cheeks burning up in embarrassment.

He grinned to himself, and crawled into bed next to him. Harry lay as far away as possible, which wasn't very far, given the amount of chain space they had between them.

As the two found themselves slowly drifting off, he heard Harry mutter something that sounded like, "I better not find you on top of me in the morning," but the words came out very slurred.

"I'll do my best," he muttered back, barely opening his mouth.

The two shut their eyes and fell into a quick sleep.

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The next morning Draco transfigured them new clothes. Harry watched the other boy trembling slightly as he did his morning ritual of combing his perfect hair. Harry didn't even bother with his hair, knowing perfectly well that nothing he did would fix it.

"What takes you so bloody long?" he groaned as Malfoy played with his blonde hair.

Draco stood up and set the brush down, his face was contorted to look placid, but Harry could see the fear shinning through. Draco was terrified of seeing his mother at breakfast. And even more terrified of seeing his father at dinner.

They entered the Dinning Hall after Gretch announced the coming of breakfast. Snape was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Snape?" he asked, keeping an eye out for him.

Draco didn't answer, clearly perplexing on the events that were about to commence.

They took their seats at the table.

"Don't say a word," Draco hissed at him. There were footsteps heard coming down the stairs. Narcissa entered, and she smiled warmly to them.

"Good morning," she said to Draco.

Even Harry's heart skipped. This certainly was not what he had been expecting, especially after all of Draco's fuss.

"What?" Draco asked, then he shook his head. "I mean, hello mother."

"Lovely day, don't you think?" she said fakely. "I've decided to work in the garden today, so your father may enjoy it."

"That's lovely," Draco said, a fake smile across his face.

Harry hated watching this act from the both of them. It was simply absurd and made no sense. How could two people be so fake?

A chime in another room brought out the food, and Harry took a delectable bite of eggs and ham. The Malfoy's House Elves were amazing cooks; even the ones at Hogwarts couldn't make the meal taste so good.

"What time will father be joining us tonight? Draco asked, his plastered face of sincerity almost faltering.

"About five this evening," Narcissa said warmly.

'Why isn't she saying anything?' Draco's thoughts sent to him.

He looked at him, but chose not to say anything. Draco gave him a glare that clearly meant for him to not look at him.

"That's nine hours, Draco," she said warningly but innocently. It was the first subtle mention of the handcuffs all morning. She was clearly meaning for them to get the handcuffs off in those hours.

"Of course, nine hours should be plenty of time," Draco said assuredly.

Nine hours? He's pretty confident, now isn't he? That meant that Draco had nine hours to get Harry to fall madly in love with him, or at least admit his true feelings.

'Never going to happen,' he told Draco. 'You'll just have to think my way.'

Draco didn't answer or give any sign that he had heard this. Instead, the Slytherin reached over for the saltshaker and his elbow found contact with his goblet of juice. It began to spill all over. Draco made a fury of movement trying to clean it up. Harry reached for his napkin as the juice rolled down towards him.

"Nice one," Harry muttered.

'I said no talking.'

He glared at him, and turned back to the table. He continued to soak up the juice, and splashed off the amount that had fallen into his lap. As Harry continued to struggle for a few minutes, Draco finally took up his wand, and muttered a spell, wiping the tablecloth and him clean.

"There," Draco said. "Easily fixed."

The gray eyes were on him, staring fixatedly as if waiting for something.

"Can I have some of your juice?" Draco asked, reaching his hand out.

"No," he said quickly, snatching up his goblet. Malfoy wasn't going to get anything else out of him that couldn't be helped. Not if he could help it. He took a long gulp of the drink and smacked his lips.

"Wanker," Draco hissed, and then called in Gretch to refill his glass.

Breakfast shortly ended, and when it had, Draco told him that they needed to speak with Snape.

"What for?" he asked.

"I have things to do around here, Harry, and if you're not going to cooperate then I need to get them done."

"What is it what you have to do?" he asked, following Draco up to Snape's room.

"You'll see," Draco said tauntingly, knocking on the door.

"Come in," Snape called.

They opened the door to see Snape surrounded by books and potions.

"What's going on?" Draco's face fell.

"Mr. Malfoy," Snape said, looking up. "I need you to finish the rest of what you have, make Potter help, it'll go quicker that way."

"Right," Draco said.

What am I helping with?

"What are you working on?" Draco asked Snape curiously.

"A potion to counteract those chains," Snape said. "Now hurry along, we need those all done by today so your mother can send them out."

"Okay."

Snape then waffled on about how Malfoy parties were fruitless and wasteful.

Draco ignored him, and went to an old armoire. He took out a giant bag that was seemingly light – clearly spelled to be so.

"Come along then," Draco said seductively. "I'll show you what a real Malfoy party is all about."

Harry frowned, now slightly curious to know what was going on. He followed him down the hall, and stopped short when he felt a sharp pang in his head. But it was not in his scar.

"You okay?" Draco asked when his hand got yanked back from Harry standing still.

He stood for a moment, trying to think, and then the paining sensation subsided. "That was weird..."

"What?" Draco asked mildly.

"I just got this headache for a moment," he said. Then he shook his head.

"You okay now?" Draco asked. The boy's face soft and concerned, gray beautiful - no, dull eyes, were watching him.

He couldn't think much or concentrate to hear what Draco was thinking, so he just shrugged.

"I'm fine now."

He followed Draco to his room and somewhat curiously – and upset with himself for feeling so – waited for Malfoy to tell him what was in the magical bag.

A/N:

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