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 Notes:

Sorry it took longer than a week to get up. But it's a long chapter, so hopefully that makes up? Perhaps? Hope you enjoy, and have a great holiday!

Chapter Nine

Towels wrapped around their waists, and now safely out of the shower, Harry and Draco stood in front of a mirror. Draco drying and combing his hair, and Harry sitting awkwardly, not sure what he was supposed to be doing.

"You take far too long," he commented Draco, his feet lightly hitting the cabinet in rhythm.

"Or maybe this is why your hair is always such a mess; you don't spend nearly enough time on it," Draco countered, setting down his brush and lightly fluffing his fingers through his hair.

Harry shook his head at the scene, he had never seen someone care so much about how they looked, not even the girls from Gryffindor.

"You could be doing your own hair, you know," Draco drawled. "Instead of watching me do mine."

Harry pursed his lips and rolled his eyes. "My hair doesn't do anything but this."

Draco gave him a disbelieving look. "That's because you don't know how. Come here, I'll fix it."

"Don't you touch my hair." He narrowed his eyes at the boy who was tugging him off the counter.

"Just a little?" Draco asked. "You're going to look ridiculous at dinner with it like that."

"I don't care how I look, do not touch my hair," he growled.

Draco yanked hard on the chains, causing Harry to tumble off, barely catching himself from falling to the ground.

"Now hold still," Draco demanded.

Harry watched him in disbelief as the blonde boy took the comb to his hair, his thin but fit body leaning against his as he did so. He concentrated on Draco's mind, reading his thoughts. Draco was frustrated but thoroughly enjoying himself.

He didn't know what to say, feeling awkward as the boy ran the comb though his head over, and over. Finally Draco gave up, pushing him away.

"It's not working," Harry stated. "Told you."

Draco bit his lower lip and cocked his head, examining his work. "Well, it's better than before," he grumbled absentmindedly.

There was a soft knock on the door, and a squeak of a House Elf's voice. "Young Master Malfoy, Mister Potter, sirs, Mister Severus Snape requests your presence before your guests start arriving this evening."

Draco paused in the process of picking up the comb again and said, "Alright, tell him we'll be there in ten minutes."

"Yes, sir." The House Elf's footsteps died away.

"So, who exactly are your guests, Malfoy?" Harry asked. "Let me guess, all Death Eaters?"

Draco grinned amused. "Well, didn't you just hit that one on the head, Harry?"

"Well, who?" he said, rolling his eyes.

"The Nott's, Crabbe's, Goyle's, and of course, there's always my father's sister," Draco listed. "The Harker's also will be there."

"Who are the Harker's?" he asked, not recognizing the pure blood name.

Draco's body tensed up next to him. 'List someone else. Think, dammit!'

"Pettigrew has been showing up a lot lately, and-"

"-Who are the Harker's?" he asked again. Draco was having the same reaction from when he had mentioned that Tara girl... the one with the bigger hospital. Why?

"They're a pure blood family from Scotland, they moved here four years ago at my families request," Draco answered quickly.

"Why are you acting so weird, Malfoy?" he asked, watching him in almost amusement.

"I just don't want to talk about them, okay?" Draco hissed.

"Why?" he pressed him further.

"Fuck you," Draco snapped. Harry looked a little take aback.

"What's the big deal?"

"There's no bloody big deal," Draco sneered.

"Right then," he said skeptically. "Who else will be there then?"

"Well, the Pince's, Bulstrode's. Oh and Lestrange."

"Lestrange who?" Harry asked, his blood running cold.

'Bellatrix?'

"Yes, Bellatrix," Draco said, nodding. "My mother likes her compa-" he stopped in mid sentence and turned to him in curiosity.

He clearly was doing something out of anger that caught his interest.

"Calm down," Draco said slowly, frowning. "It'll be fine, I swear. What the hell did she do to you?"

He realized he had smashed a vase of flowers, the ceramic and water running everywhere.

"Merlin, Harry!" Draco's eyes were wide.

"It's Potter!" Harry growled at him. "Hurry up with your fucking hair."

"What did she do?"

"I don't want to talk about it!" he yelled.

Bellatrix, the one who destroyed Sirius, his Godfather. He hated her, hated her more than he hated Snape for killing Albus Dumbledore.

If Draco wasn't sharing, then he certainly wasn't going to.

"Don't do that," Draco said sharply.

"Do what?" he asked, then realized he was holding onto a piece of broken ceramic, after he had been trying to clean it up; now it was digging into his hand, blood slowly leaking down, but he felt nothing.

Draco seized his hand, and pulled the ceramic away, and in a very gentle way, ran the back of his fingers along Harry's face. "Please don't hurt yourself."

Harry pushed him away, leaving his bloody imprint on Draco's milky smooth skin. That's when he felt the pain in his hand.

"Blimey," he whispered. "I'm sorry," he said, but he didn't know why he was apologizing.

"It's fine," Draco murmured, turning on the faucet, and washing the blood off. Then Draco took his wand, and healed his hand.

"Thanks," Harry murmured. "Let's get dressed."

The two left the bathroom quietly, and entered Draco's closet. It was rather large, filled with mostly dark colors.

"Why can't you just transfigure us the clothes?" Harry asked.

"I will," Draco murmured. "I just have to make sure I make the right kind. My father has very specific rules for dressing to different occasions."

"That's madness," he said, examining some nearby dress robes, clearly fitted perfectly to the dimensions of Draco's body.

"Here we are," Draco said, holding out a suit. He held his wand out and transfigured his own towel into a suit.

Harry couldn't help but laugh, reminded oddly of Ron's awful dress robes back in fourth year, the ones with all the frilly lace. Only, Draco's were slightly more masculine, but ridiculous nonetheless.

"What are you sniggering at?" Draco asked, raising an eye.

"You look..." he couldn't find the right word to describe the silliness of it.

"I look damn hott," Draco retorted. "Now shut it." He raised his wand again and transfigured Harry's towel. Draco grinned, satisfied. "Delicious, Harry."

He ignored him, looking into one of the many full body mirrors Draco had along his walls. His robes were, if at all possible, more ridiculous than Draco's. Everything fitted perfectly, but there was frilly trim, the colour of which was charcoal gray.

"It's bloody frilly!" he groaned in protest.

Draco shrugged and started to head out of his closet, but Harry refused to budge. He wasn't going to go out in front of a bunch of Death Eaters looking like he was wearing some sort of dress!

"This is awful, Malfoy!"

"You look hott, stop complaining,"

"It's lace! I look like I'm in a dress," he said annoyed.

"No, you don't," Draco said, shaking his head. "But if you want to wear a dress, I guess I can do that for you."

"I said nothing of the sort, Malfoy!" he hissed.

"Then let's go, Snape is waiting for us," Draco said.

But Harry knew perfectly well that Draco didn't care Snape was waiting for them; he only wanted to torture Harry.

'Bloody Malfoy! You will not get away with this!'

Draco winked. "Come along."

"I hate you." He gave up, and started to follow Draco out the door.

Draco just laughed, and said teasingly "Love you too."

---

Draco was very pleased with riling Harry up; it was very fun to watch the boy freak out so much on little things like hair, and clothing. However, he was still really intrigued that Harry had let him touch his hair at all...Now that was something to look into.

They reached the study that Snape had been using as his own since he had started living at the Malfoy Manor. He knocked on the door. "Snape?" He opened the door and found Snape with his over large nose in a book. He shut it as they entered and looked up at them.

"Sit," he told them.

He watched Snape eye their clothing in disgust and Draco grinned in amusement. Sure, his father didn't really have and 'rules' about what clothing he had to wear, but it was bloody funny, and Harry looked really good.

"Your father approved that?" Snape asked, raising an eye.

He laughed. "Does it matter?"

"Wait what?" Harry asked, picking up on the fact that what Snape said contradicted what he had said.

"What do you want to talk about, Snape?" he asked quickly, still grinning and Harry glaring at him in anger.

"I wanted you to try another potion," Snape growled. "It's not as potent as the other, so it won't take full effect for a day or so, but it's better than doing nothing at all."

Snape held out a potion, it was deep red in color, but translucent pink as it hit the light. Draco knew that was no 'mind alternating' potion, but specifically a love potion. Draco felt anger wash over him; did Snape not think he couldn't get Harry to like him himself?

Ideas filtered though his head, a way to make sure Harry wouldn't take the damn potion.

'His poisoning him!' was the specific thought he sent to Harry.

Harry looked at him, as he took the vial from Snape. "What?"

"He didn't say anything, Potter," Snape growled. "Now, just drink it."

'Don't, Harry, please', he thought, and this time he was really thinking the thoughts.

"Well, my father is waiting for us," he said quickly. "He's going to be pissed if we don't go 'make an appearance' soon," he said as if Lucius had asked for them. "Come on Harry, I'll get you something to drink that with to dull the taste."

"Right," Harry said rather stiffly.

Draco grimaced but quickly led him away; Harry was never good at pretending and keeping his calm under these kinds of situations.

"Poison?" Harry whispered when they exited Snape's office. "He's resorted to killing me?"

"Yes, now give me that," he said, taking the vial from Harry. He destroyed it with his wand, evaporating the liquid into the air. "Snape's not going to get away with this."

"Draco," Lucius called to him, having spotted him from the other room. "Come in here a moment."

"Yes, father," he asked.

"I need you to greet our quests when they arrive," Lucius started. "It will be a lot more seemly if we have you and Potter greeting them so as to make it feel like we're not trying to hide anything," he said, "Just act as if nothing is wrong. Don't say anything and they will know to keep their mouths shut."

He wasn't looking forward to the dinner this evening. Especially because of everyone that was going to be there. How were they going to treat Harry? He knew that they wouldn't be stupid enough to comment on the handcuff's with Lucius around, not aloud anyway; but what would they say to him? Would Harry be able to calm his anger while all the Death Eaters were around?

"Yes, father," he said.

"That goes for you as well, Potter," Lucius snapped.

"Right," Harry said.

"And basic courtesy, Potter, will be expected of you at all times!" Lucius hissed to him.

Harry glowered but nodded.

Lucius called out for Gretch who came in quickly. "Please set the table for three more."

Gretch bowed and quickly hurried off.

"Three more?" he asked. "Who else is coming?"

"It seems your friends, Vincent and Gregory were most anxious to see you again," Lucius said, looking slightly annoyed. "And, you should be very please by this, Miss Tara Harker was looking forward to meeting you again, it seemed she enjoyed her last visit quite a lot. You made a very good impression on her. I'm proud of you."

Draco could tell from how Harry was looking at Lucius that the boy knew he didn't say the words 'I'm proud of you' a whole lot.

'There's that girls name again!' Harry thought.

He ignored it.

"Thank you, father," he said.

"You of course will be expected to do the same this evening, even considering the circumstances." His eyes fell on Harry in a glare. "You will not mess this up."

"Of course not," he said graciously.

There was the first knock on the door.

"Well, go along, Draco," Lucius said. "And remember your manners."

---

Harry and Draco started for the front door.

"Don't your friends always come to the parties?" Harry asked

"No, just their parents," Draco answered. "My father doesn't really like children around the place, except when he has to."

They reached the door just as the person behind it knocked for the second time. Draco opened it, and immediately Harry noticed him plaster a fake smile across his face.

Behind the door was an older man and woman, clearly the parents of Slytherin, Theodore Nott.

"Good evening Sarah, Christopher," Draco greeted warmly. "Welcome to our home."

"Draco," Sarah said in slight surprise. "We didn't know you were back at home."

Harry watched Christopher send her a warning look.

"It's wonderful to see you," Christopher said.

"May I take your coats?" Draco asked.

They shed their coats, and Draco placed them on the enormously spindly and large coat rack.

Their eyes passed over Harry, and to the cuffs, but just as Lucius had said, that didn't speak their thoughts.

"Please, head into the sitting room," Draco said.

The two left and Draco lifted an eye at him, as if to say, 'Can you believe these people?' It was weird to see that look coming from Draco, because he had always pictured the Slytherin fitting in perfectly at gathering's such as these.

Another knock on the door, he opened it to the Pince's. Madam Pince, the Librarian from Hogwarts. Harry couldn't help but be very taken back. She had her arms hooked around a taller man in a top hat.

Draco greeted them just as the others, taking their hat and coats, and they didn't mention the cuffs either. The same went for the Goyle's, and Bulstrode's. Harry was surprised, Goyle, the Slytherin's best friend didn't say anything.

"Zabini not coming tonight?" Goyle asked.

"No," Draco shook his head. "His family is away for a while. Why don't you go into the sitting room with your family?"

But Goyle couldn't take a hint, sticking around to wait for Crabbe.

When they arrived it was Vincent Crabbe who was the first too really do a triple take on the cuffs.

"What are you doing with, Potter?" Crabbe asked, and almost immediately, his father smacked him across the head.

"It's nice to see you again, Draco," Mr. Crabbe said to him. Then through gritted teeth, feeling he had to say something since he was mention, he murmured, "Potter."

Then Mr. Crabbe steered his son and wife towards the sitting room, Goyle following closely behind them.

"Oh man," Draco groaned. "If my father would have heard that."

He raised an eye. He would have, what? What could he do? The truth was, he was handcuffed to Draco...He couldn't stand the ignorance of everyone around him.

There was a knock on the door again, and he felt his body go rigid when it opened to reveal both Peter Pettigrew and Bellatrix Lestrange, two of the people he hated most in this world.

He clutched his hands in fury, but couldn't move, and he felt Draco snake his hand around his wrist to give him even less room to move.

Peter ignored Harry, greeting Draco only. But Bellatrix's eyes, cold and evil, turned straight to him, and her face split into a righteous grin.

"Bitty Potter?" she said in surprise. "Draco dear, your father forgot to mention you had such a well known...guest. Had I known, I would have brought something to celebrate."

"It's fine Bellatrix," Draco said, but Harry could detect loathing in his voice. Why was that?

"How are you, Potter, dear?" she cackled menacingly.

"My father is in the sitting room," Draco said. "You may go in there."

"Is everyone here already?" Bellatrix asked.

Peter shuffled awkwardly behind them, seemingly like he wanted to be anywhere else but here.

"Everyone but the Harker's," Draco answered.

"Oh, yes, that's right," she said. "They sent word with me that they won't be arriving till after dinner. It seems Mr. Harker has fallen ill, but will be well again enough for the meeting to follow."

"Oh," Draco said, he seemed relieved.

But Harry was too busy trying not to lunge out at Bellatrix and Pettigrew to comment on it.

Draco led them into the sitting room, whispering into Harry's ear, "It'll be over soon."

The breath against his ear made him shiver, and gulped as they entered into the room full of Death Eaters. This was definitely going to be quite the experience.

But they didn't stay in the room for long, and finally retired into the dining room when Gretch came in ten minutes later. Nobody had taken any notice of him again yet. They all seemed anxious to hear what Lucius had to say.

They sat around the table, Harry between Draco and Narcissa. Across from him Bellatrix. Wine was poured by Gretch, and Narcissa held up her glass for a toast.

"I would like to thank you all for coming on such short notice. It's wonderful to know that all of you are still in such well support of my husband, even after his hiatus. We welcome you all to our home and hope that everyone will enjoy their stay."

They all drank, and food shortly began to arrive, followed by many conversations of small talk.

"So, why wasn't your sister invited, Lucius?" Bellatrix asked.

Harry wondered if it was the sister whose daughter had handcuffed them together.

'Marina,' Draco said, filling him in, as if on purpose.

It seemed the more they concentrated; they could send the thoughts they wanted to send.

"We're having a bit of a sibling disagreement at the moment," Lucius said easily.

"That's a shame," Bellatrix said. "I always do enjoy her company."

"Yes, quite a shame," Lucius said.

"So, what exactly are we here for tonight?" Bellatrix asked.

"After dinner, Bella," Lucius said cruelly, then turned to someone else's conversation.

'Why are they here?' he asked Draco.

Draco reached for his glass, making sure he was doing something as he answered back. 'Death Eater meeting. They're planning what to do since father is back.'

'Plans to use me against Voldemort?' he asked.

'I dunno, I only know the plan that the Dark Lord wants me to follow through with.'

'And what's that?'

'Do you really think I can tell you that?'

'What about all that shit about you not wanting me to get hurt? About you loving me and trusting me?'

'Trust and love has to be returned, Harry. Before anything can change.'

Harry didn't answer, and realized someone was talking to him.

"Bitty Potter?" it was Bellatrix.

"What?" he snapped.

Her eyes grew wide and the rest of the group all looked expectantly between him and her.

She laughed evilly. "I said, how are you enjoying your stay? It must be nice, to finally have someone to care about you, but that mean's they'll probably just pass on. Just like your mummy and daddy. And precious –"

His anger swelled, but Lucius beat him to the punch. "Bellatrix!" he snapped at her.

Harry's face was brick red in fury. Along the table, glasses and plates were shattering. Glass, all along the room was crashing and falling apart. And then farther into the house there were smashing sounds. Harry realized his magic was being channeled though himself and Draco, causing it to be more effective than ever. He could lash out if he wanted to...

Draco kicked him hard, and everything went still. Narcissa cleared her throat.

"Let's all retire into the living room," Narcissa said. "Shall we?"

"Yes, we have much to talk about," Lucius said with anger. "Gretch!"

Gretch came in, looking around the room in wonderment. "Master?" Gretch recognized the anger in Lucius face and chose not to ask. "Yes, sir?"

"Clean up in here, and the rest of the house," he ordered.

Then he got up and headed into the other room, the other guests started following slowly behind him.

Draco hung back, waiting for everyone to leave, and then he turned to him.

"Are you alright?" Draco asked.

"Fine," he answered through his teeth. "I hate her."

"I gathered." Draco nodded. "Well, we better go in, just try to be calm."

He didn't know why Draco was supporting him, but it was starting to weird him out. As they entered, a knock at the front door was heard.

"Go greet the Harker's," Lucius told them. "Remember, Draco, best behavior," he said so no one else could hear."

They went into the hall, and Draco stopped causing Harry's hand to snap back.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Gretch?" Draco called out, ignoring him.

Gretch appeared. "Yes, sir?"

"Could you answer the door in about one minute? And if my father asks, Harry and I have gone into the study."

"Of course, Master," Gretch bowed.

"We're what?" he asked concerned. "Won't your father get pissed-"

"-I need you to do me that favor that you owe me," Draco said interrupting."

"Excuse me?" he frowned. "I think we're square now."

"Square, how so?"

"You made me shower with you! And you made me wear these damn dress robes."

Draco chuckled. "I think you had to declare that at the time."

He grumbled, knowing Draco wasn't going to back down.

"What do you want?" he asked, fearful of the answer.

Draco took his hand, and before Harry could protest, he dragged him towards the study, and backed him into a wall.

"Kiss me."

Harry blinked in disbelief "What?"

"You heard me perfectly clear," Draco retorted. "Kiss me."

"You're mental!"

"You owe me!" Draco said softly. "Just think, if you like it, the cuffs will come off that much faster. Plus, I know you want to feel me."

Harry's mouth fell open agape at the words, but he didn't move. He wasn't going to play this game. He absolutely wasn't. He didn't want him...right? RIGHT?

Draco shrugged. "Fine, have it your way; but to make us square next time isn't going to be this easy."

Harry held his breath for a moment. 'Screw it all.' He grabbed Draco, and kissed him.

The first initial reason for kissing him may have been to make them square, but after that first instant, all of that melted away. He wanted to kiss him to feel again. To understand if what he was feeling was real.

And yes...it was.

He kissed him harder, Draco quickly regaining composure from shock and kissing him back. The only coherent thoughts going through his mind, was yes he wanted him, and yes he had to admit it before he went insane.

Flashes of the night Draco had taken him to the Malfoy Manor flashed through his head. Where Draco had taken him to his bed...and where Draco hadn't taken advantage of him.

He pulled away and stared at him. Everything he knew about this boy was twisted. What was the truth? Was he really evil?

Draco's face split into a grin. "Better when you're sober, love?"

He watched his cool gray eyes laughing, and he couldn't help it, he laughed as well. Why not? He had already fallen into something he couldn't get out of. After all, why would he have gone away with him that night if he hadn't been attracted to him in some way before?

"Much," Harry said.

He knew Draco was about to say something sarcastic and potentially rude, so instead of allowing that, he kissing him again, his hands slipping under the Slytherin's frilly shirt; but his mind was too far gone to laugh again.

Draco kissed him on his lower lip, slowly making his way down his chest, and pulling off his shirt as he went, and then began to fiddle with the button on his pants. Harry shivered for a moment, pondering pulling him back up, but his body ached in pleasure as he leaned against the wall. Draco finally unlatched them, touching him just to get him to whimper.

There was a shuffle of footsteps, and Draco pulled away, Harry's pants slipping down and he quickly caught them as the door began to open.

A/N:

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