So I didn't get many reviews, which made me sad, so that's why I didn't update for a while….
The interesting thing about this story, is I think, that there is a seriously evil, cruel and dark Harry. But there's also an honourable, kind, amazing Gryfendoor, and personally, I think I pull of having both of them at the same time.
Also, please don't assume you know where this is going.
But yeah please do review and thank you SO SO MUCH to whom ever gave me really long helpful ones. I really take what you say into account and changed pretty much the entire end of the story because of someone just called A () Well, keep reviewing A. and the rest of you too please.
That first day, was a long, long day for both Harry and Draco.
Hermione and Harry had agreed to keep Draco's routine basically the same as before, without the punishment of course.
Harry was hesitant about this to say the least, but he did agree with Hermione when she said that the routine did give Draco the illusion of some security and to just rip it all away from him wouldn't be good. It had to be slower than that, they had to build a normal life up for him brick by brick. If his world was suddenly ripped apart, who knew what he would do.
So that night Draco cooked for Harry, a meal which Harry declared to be "excellent". Draco positively glowed with pride.
But Harry did change one thing that first night.
"all right, I'm tired, shall we get some sleep?" he asked Draco. He wasn't really looking for an answer, but he was instead trying to sound as gentle as possible. Draco just nodded happily and followed his master.
"umm…I'm going to take a quick shower, okay? There's another bathroom across the hall you can use, and just sleep in one of my tops okay?"
"yes master." Draco said, looking surprisingly happy.
They went their separate ways and Harry indulged for a while in a soothing shower. God it was so strange to think that just this morning he hadn't even known about Draco, it seemed a lifetime away.
He stepped out of the shower and threw his pyjama's on, looking forward to the blissful ignorance that was sleep.
But when he steped in to his bedroom again, he saw- "Draco?" Draco was curled up on the floor, his arms under his head and wearing nothing but one of Harry's long T-shirts.
"yes master?" Draco asked, as if this were totally normal. With a heavy heart Harry realised that it probably was.
"do you normally sleep down there?" "Yes master." Draco answered, unsure why his master was asking him such seemingly obvious questions.
Harry briefly remembered that he had wanted Draco to settle down before he changed anything, but fuck that, Draco was not sleeping on the floor.
"well, from now on you can sleep in the bed." He announced. Draco smiled, again that huge, sweet amazing smile and jumped into the bed, saying "thank you, thank you, thank you master!"
Harry couldn't help but grin too, it an infectious smile, and he crawled in to bed next to Draco. They fell asleep holding hands.
The next morning Harry woke to an empty bed, the smell of bacon wafting in from the kitchen. He felt an immediate sense of satisfaction, followed by a sicking sense of guilt when he remembered exactly who was making him breakfast.
He shot out of bed and came into the kitchen, just as Draco was slipping it all into a plate.
"That smells wonderful." Harry said. "oh! Master, t-t-thank you." Draco blushed a violent shade of scarlet, but he kept smiling so Harry decided he wasn't upset.
"how long have you been awake?" He asked, leaning against the granite counter, wanting dearly to help Draco, but too afraid to upset him.
" A few hours master." Draco said as he finished off Harry's meal with a few slices of toast. "really?" Harry said, "what have you been doing?"
"Just what I always do master." Draco said as he sat Harry's meal down on the table, along with a glass of orange juice. "I showered, and used some cosmetic spells to look good for you, cleaned the bathroom a little and I started cooking master."
The way utterly factual way that Draco said all of that, as if it were so totally logical and natural utterly depressed Harry and he again felt a mammoth pang of regret and sorrow.
"you always do that? Why didn't you write it down under rules/duties yesterday?"
Draco immediately slumped his shoulders and hung his head. "I'm sorry master, I didn't think I was supposed to. I've always considered those more of a daily routine than rules or duties. I'm sorry master." He felt the wave of disappointment and humiliation that came whenever he did anything wrong, and braced himself for a punishment.
"it's okay." Harry said immediately. "listen come and sit down with me." He sadly wondered how many other "daily routines" he had yet to find out about.
They sat down at a small but elegant wooden table, which held Harry's food and a centre piece of red roses.
The first thing he did was share his meal with Draco, who looked amazed, but slowly took a piece of toast. Harry bit his lip, Draco would need four or five small meals a day for a long time.
He had gone without food for so long that his stomach would have actually shrunk, and he wouldn't be able to eat anything large for a while. A piece of toast would be a full belly for him.
"Draco," he said when the other man had finished eating. " I suppose you find it strange that I've been asking so many question recently?"
" a little master…" Draco wasn't sure if it was a good idea to admit to curiosity, but he couldn't lie either.
"well I'm going to explain it to you, okay?" Harry asked, again rhetorically. "you see, when I…found you, I was under a curse." Harry licked his lips nervously and looked down at the elegant mahogany table; he wasn't sure just how much Draco was ready to hear.
"it was lifted from me a few weeks ago, but I can't remember anything that happened when I was under it. So I'll need your help in remembering. I've also had a few…judgment alterations, so some of your rules are going to be changed."
"okay master." Draco said, he did not question his master and so needed no more explanation. In fact he really needed no explanation at all, trusting his master explicitly to do as he pleased.
"okay…" Harry said, surprised that Draco had expected it so easily. Maybe he had been wrong to keep going with the rules. He frowned, god he was confused.
"so…um, I think we should write down your new rules, to er be clear and stuff." He summoned parchment and quill and lay them down on the table. Draco just watched him waiting compliantly for new orders.
"first, you can ask any questions you like, whenever you like." He wrote that down.
"you can go outside whenever you want. Especially if you're in danger. I'll show you around the rest of the building at some point. Next, you have to tell me if your hurt or sick, okay? Or if you need something. As I said last night you're also allowed to sleep in the bed. And you have to eat regularly." Harry took a breath and looked up from the parchment, to see tears in Draco's eyes.
"Draco?" He asked, concerned and confused. "yes master?" Draco replied, his voice terribly unsteady. "what's wrong?" "I-I'm just a little overwhelmed master." His said, his voice cracking. "oh" Harry said stupidly. "may I clear the dishes master? Please." He said, clearly just wanting to leave the room.
"right. Yeah." Harry said. Draco dashed out.
What on earth? Draco asked himself, what bazar rules. And being allowed to ask questions? That was utter madness! he couldn't do that. And he was meant to go outside? Outside, without master? That was inconceivable to Draco. His world was contained in walls and rooms where Master was God.
Outside was not a safe place. Outside lacked master. Draco did not want to go outside.
Being allowed to sleep in a bed was nice though; master used to give it to him as a treat on rare, rare occasions if he had been really good, and now it was just always his! He made silent promise to master that he would do everything he could to deserve such an honour…
He was so glad he got away before master could tell he was crying. Master hated crying. Draco shivered as he remembered one of the times he had been taught that lesson.
Harry had had a really bad day and Draco was getting the brunt of it. These were the times that scared Draco the most, because they weren't exactly his fault, he never knew when they were coming and couldn't understand how to make them stop. Harry smashed Draco into the wall, thrusting a knee in to his stomach. He was then thrown in to a table, shattering the lamp on top of it. Draco landed in the glass shards, splayed across the floor. He couldn't help the sobs that racked his body, his face red and wet. Harry marched over to Draco and screamed at him to stop, finally picking his foot up and placing it on Draco's windpipe, forcefully stopping the hated sound. Harry closed his eyes in bliss and pressed down just a little harder.
"you should be fucked, and not heard." He said, before finally removing the pressure
Draco snapped back to reality with a jolt, he had his dishes to do.
Harry meanwhile sat sadly at the breakfast table. He really didn't understand Draco, and at the moment he really doubted he could help him if he didn't understand him.
He would have to, he told himself sternly. He would just have to.
By the fourth day they had settled in quiet well. Draco was still delusional and harry was still killing himself with guilt. But they were alright.
Draco was just severing Harry his dinner, a personal pizza with a woldorf salad, and he placed his drinks in front of him. Harry had three drinks tis evening, a beer, red wine and some sparkling water. Draco knew he enjoyed all of them and wasn't sure what he would want tonight. So he got all of them.
"why so many drinks?" harry asked " I wasn't sure what you would want master." Draco explained
"why didn't you just ask? You're allowed to remember, it's in the rules…" Harry said gently. He didn't mean to scold, just to remind.
But Draco didn't take it that way, he flinched and the colour rose in his cheeks. "S-sorry master." "that's okay, but you do remember, right?" "yes master I do, I promise" he sniffed, his hands were shaking slightly and he was cursing himself for not asking.
"are you alright?" he asked reaching out and touching his cheek. "I'm fine master." Draco squealed, he could feel himself starting to cry, his face was red and his voice shaky. Again he fought the tears back with everything he could just until he was alone…
"no, you're not, tell me " harry whispered, and with that simple utterance, Draco felt his world crumble around him. He had indeed lied to his master, he wasn't fine, and his master had just corrected him, meaning he knew he was lying.
Meaning he was probably about be flayed to within an inch of his life.
He let out a chocked sob, and really knew he was in for a punishment. He should know better than to cry by now, he scolded himself. He whimpered and hated himself for it, hated himself for not being able to keep it all in, he was just making his punishment worse and worse but the gasps and cries just kept coming out.
He was shaking terribly now and Harry reached out to him, unsure of what else to do. But that only made it worse because Draco screamed and shot back. His mind was racing, filled to the brim with terror, and he was properly sobbing now, huge gasped that racked his whole body and reverberated around the room.
"draco…" Harry said, but Draco couldn't hear him over the his sobs and the memory of the past, because that and the fear were the only things that existed for him.
He mind was screaming at him to run, to move to get the fuck out, so he did the only thing that made sense to him; he flung himself under the table in a pathetic attempt to defend himself.
Harry stood above it for a moment, not understanding anything. Draco's screams rang in his ears and all he knew was that he was in unbelievable fear and pain. But for the life of him Harry couldn't figure out why. Slowly, Harry dropped to his knees and crawled under the table. He took Draco in his arms, unsure of what else to do. Draco let out a long, high pitched whine but showed no other signs that he had registered Harry's presence.
Draco had no idea where he was in space or time, he just knew the pain of the past and could imagine what he would soon be subjected too. He felt again the pressure of the boot on his neck, could hear Harry ordering him to shut up, the crack of a whip, the slice of a knife. There was just too fucking much in his head, he couldn't even see straight, couldn't think or feel, just existed on fear alone.
Harry rocked him gently, and whispered things in his ear, about how it would be okay, about how he was safe and sound and how harry would never hurt him again. Soon Harry's face was wet with tears as well, although it couldn't be heard over Draco's piercing shrieks.
It took hours for these shrieks to stop, until he was horse and literally couldn't anymore. He passed out in Harrys arms soon after.
Harry let out one long sob when he realised that he was finally unconscious, pulling their bodies tightly together. Slowly, he carried Draco out from under the table and placed him gently in the bed, hoping he would be comfortable there. He kissed his forehead and placed a gentle charm on him, ensuring he would rest well for at least a few hours. They both needed a rest.
When Draco woke up his master was sitting on a chair next to him, holding his hand, as if he were in a hospital bed. There was a plate of food on his lap and an empty dish on the bedside table.
"hey" Harry said softly, as if he were talking to a scared animal.
Draco just looked at him with wide eyes. "I'd like to eat something, okay baby?" Harry said, putting the plat in front of Draco. Draco nodded and picked up the fork- and then stared at the plate unhappily. He sat motionless like that for a moment before Harry asked what was wrong.
"I don't want to do it wrong master" Draco finally said. He looked fearfully at the plate and saw so many ways he could go wrong again. What if master didn't like what he ate? Or how he ate it?
He worse such an expression of helpless confusion that Harry sighed. They had never had this problem before. He felt his heart break a little as he realised that whatever had caused Draco's earlier break down had also caused a possibly permanent regression in terms of his…mental state. A major step backwards.
"you won't, just try okay?" but that didn't seem to encourage Draco, his bottom lip trembled and Harry couldn't bear the thought of his crying again, for both of their sanities.
He sat on the bed next to Draco and gently removed the fork from his hand. He lovingly spoon fed him, dejected and beaten by the day.