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Harry didn't get a wink of sleep that night. Draco slept better, his head on his master's chest.

Harry cuddled him close, feeling a fierce need to protect him from anything ever hurting him again. He looked down at the sleeping man and saw an angel. Broken and spoilt by him but still so precious. He had always admired Draco's body, since their fifth year when he dropped something in potions class and bent down to pick it up… his arse was blessed by god himself.

Even now when he was still so skinny Harry was in awe of his beauty.

He felt so much for Draco. Pity, and awe, and regret…but there was also hope, and he clung on to that. He smiled to his self, remembering the arrogant prat that attended Hogwarts with him, he never thought he would ever want that prat back… but he did.

The next morning went exactly like all the other mornings; Harry's delicious breakfast was laid out on the table and the place was spotless.

But Draco wasn't any better; he was jumpy and fearful, his mind scrambling like a rat in a cage. He couldn't understand why he hadn't been punished. And so he just waited for it to come, he couldn't do anything about it, but in a way he wished that it would just happen. So he could get it over with. So he could try and be a good boy again. So master wasn't mad at him…

"Draco." Harry said. "why don't you try and relax? Have some fun maybe?" he suggested tentatively. "you want to have fun with me master?" "yeah…" Harry said, and then Draco promptly left the room. Harry had no idea what was going on, but then he hadn't really for a while now… he sat down to his breakfast and slowly started on his bacon.

Harry's jaw dropped as Draco walked back into the room. He was…he… Harry couldn't think, he could just see. Draco was wearing nothing but a blood red corset with black stocking and these high heels that just made his legs look so long…. And his lips, they were now ruby red like they were begging to be kissed. "I think this is what you meant by fun… is this all right master?" Draco asked shyly. Harry still couldn't form words so he just nodded, not able to take his eyes off of the beauty that was now approaching him.

Draco's hips swayed as he walked and when he stopped in front of his master, Harry just gaped at him. But Draco's expression was dissolving from coy hope to confusion and Harry knew he had to pull himself together, to try and make sure Draco was okay…

"er, you um…yes. You…look good" Harry said, a major understatement.

"so…you think you I'm pretty master?" Draco asked, eyes full of hope. " I do!" Harry said quickly. "yes...yes I think, I think that you're just…so amazingly beautiful." Draco blushed and bit his lip. His smile lit up his face and he was clearly so glad to be called beautiful by Harry…

"Draco…Draco, did we used to have sex?" Harry asked, his voice tight. "yes Master." Draco answered huskily. Harry paused, looking at him, and losing his mind with want. "do you want to again?" "yes master."

Harry reached out and slowly rubbed Draco's sides, he looked in to his eyes and for a moment contemplated what he was doing. But he couldn't reject Draco, that might be disastrous, he might breakdown again, this clearly meant something major to Draco…and he was offering himself so sweetly… Draco softly rocked his hips in to Harry's and all logical thought for Harry ended.

He pulled Draco in to a kiss, fighting his urge to just fucking take Draco then and there. He kept it as soft and sweet as he could, and a moan escaped from Draco, egging Harry on even more.

He wrapped his arms around Draco completely, crushing their bodies together. Draco gasped and ran his hands though Harry's hair kissing him back fully and utterly. Harry lavished his neck with kisses, sucking his throat and his ear and his lips, hands still stroking his amazing body.

Draco, who had offered himself to Harry was now slightly confused. There was this strange feeling in his groin, a kind of tingling heat that- and suddenly Harry pulled apart from Draco, so that he could pull his own shirt off. And Draco had an opportunity to look down at himself, his penis was hard, like his Master's got sometimes . It had slipped out of his thong and was pointing directly at his master, and Draco couldn't remember this ever happening before, but it felt so good.

And then he was kissing Harry again, who was fiddling with his corset, which soon fell to the floor. His masters lip immediately came down to his nipple and he sucked and Draco cried out a moan, his knees folding slightly in pleasure.

Harry couldn't get enough of Draco's moans, of hearing that Draco was enjoying this as much as he was… he picked Draco up bridal style and carried him through to the bedroom, kissing every inch of bare skin on the way.

Draco's panties and stockings were discarded on the floor and Harry didn't have the patience to remove his own clothes so he just vanished them. They writhed together, naked on the bed and panting like animals. Harry flipped Draco on top of him and grabbed the globes of his perfect arse, encouraging Draco to thrust their erections together. He looked up at Draco, who had such a breath taking look of ecstasy on his face….Draco ran his hands over Harry's chest and tweaked his nipple, and that was it for Harry, he came, his ropes of seaman coating his body. Draco only took a few more stokes before he came as well, with a scream, of pleasure this time. His collapsed on top of Harry, utterly exhausted. His closed his eyes in rapture and when he opened them, he was face to face with his master.

His eyes went wide for a moment, he wasn't allowed to look- but his master had a huge smile plastered over his face and Draco mimicked him, enthralled by his eyes, his face, his expression… neither could stopped looking at the other. Draco's red lipstick was smeared all over his face and Harry was just so happy. Because Draco was happy, because Harry finally felt like he had done something right, because he felt sooo good. But most especially because Draco did too.

Harry finally gave him one long, slow kiss and cleaned them with a quick spell. Draco relaxed in his master's arms, still smiling. They lay like that together, in perfect peace.

"Draco?" Harry asked, sometime later. "where did you get those clothes?" "out of the closet master." Draco said, yawning. "what closet?" "the one in the music room master. I hope that's okay-" he said, suddenly worried. "yes!" Harry said immediately, not wanting to ruin the good mood. He nuzzled Draco's neck before asking him to show him the cupboard.

They rose and Harry lovingly draped the blanket around Draco before following him in to a sweet little room with sky blue walls and a delicately carve fire place. There was a piano, a harp and a violin by the window, along with a music stand and a table willed with sheet music.

Draco walked over to the far wall and tapped it. The wall swung open to reveal even more garments, lace and velvet and silk… but something glinted at the back and Harry moved forward to examine it.

"what's this?" he asked Draco. He picked the thing up and saw that it was a hook, two hooks actually connected by a long wire.

" I don't know what you call it master." Draco said casually. " you use it when I've been bad." Harry hated to think what that meant, but he had to ask. "how?"

"the wire attaches to the celling master." He took it from Harry and held it by a small ring in the middle of the cord "and then one took is attached to my collar. The other…goes into my anus. And then I'm suspended in the air like that." Harry felt all the blood drain from his face in horror, but Draco just calmly put it back.

"Draco…could you go please? And don't come in again until I say? Please?" Harry said softly. Draco nodded happily, oblivious to his distress.

When he heard the door close after Draco, harry sank to his knees, shaking. What had he been thinking? For some reason it hadn't crossed Harry's mind that he might have- but he didn't want to think the word. He tried to force it back, but he couldn't, it burst into his mind with all of it's cruelty.

Rape.

He had raped Draco. Harry truly felt like he hadn't done so that time, but in the past he so clearly had. And what sick toys had he used? Harry felt his stomach lurch, he couldn't even begin to compared the pain he must have inflicted on Draco. His shaking became worse as it really hit him. Phrases like ; "sex slave" "human trafficking" "rapist" and "monster" flew though his mind. He felt like he was being physically ripped apart as his guilt consumed him.

He stuffed his fist in his mouth to stop himself from screaming. He felt as if he had been punched in the gut, he just couldn't believe, couldn't deal with… RAPIST his mind screamed, over and over again.

Draco meanwhile, was blissfully making the bed again. Neither of them really knew it, really understood it, but what had happened that morning was perhaps the best thing that could have possibly happened for Draco.

Firstly, because it had made him feel just a little mischievous, sneaky even. It felt, to Draco as if he had avoided punishment. Like he had got around it somehow. He felt clever, and he didn't even know it, but that in turn made him feel slightly, just a little, powerful.

Secondly, because he had looked his master in the face, right in the eyes. And he hadn't been scared. He had been… happy, just happy. And he hadn't been like that for ages.

When Harry immerged from the music room, as Draco called it, his eyes were dead and his cheeks puffy. Draco opened his mouth to ask- but then changed his mind. But he master had seen; "what is it?" he asked, a little harshly, he didn't know how much more he could deal with today and it wasn't even noon. Draco opened his mouth to reply, but fund he had no idea what to say, and just moved his lips soundlessly. "what is it baby?" Harry asked with the same intensity as before. Draco tensed and backed away, he didn't know what mood his master was in, and so didn't know how to behave.

"Draco…" and now it was almost a plea. "I just wanted to ask if you were okay master." Draco blurted out. Harry smiled, albeit sadly, and Draco knew it was okay. "I'm fine baby, thanks for asking." But Harry sighed and sat on the edge of their bed. It was a very nice bed, with purple and gold covers and a dark frame.

And then something on the bed side table caught his eye. It was a small, red box. It had some Chinese looking carvings on it, but apart from that, it didn't seem too special. "look." He said, going and picking it up. "I know you don't always feel good about asking me questions, so, if you ever, you know feel like you need to, you can write it down and put it in here okay? Would that make you feel better?"

Draco looked at it for a moment and nodded. Yes, actually that would make it a hell of a lot easier.

Harry smiled and put it back on the night stand, retrieving some parchment and a quill to put next to it. "So, "Harry said, "you can say anything in here, okay? You can to my face as well, any time at all, but if you think this would be easier that's okay" He licked his lips, aware he was rambling. He took Draco's hand and kissed it gently. "you can ask for favours, or changes to rules or anything okay? And I'll charm it so it glows every time you put a question in, just so I know. "

Draco nodded and smiled slightly.

To Harry's happy surprise, he didn't have to wait long before the box was glowing. He grinned at the question, it reminded him so much of the old Draco, always concerned with his looks…

Master, did you really think I was beautiful while we were having sex?

Harry wondered into the hall, where Draco was rearranging a vase full of flowers. He hugged him from behind and kissed his head, feeling over joyed that Draco was becoming comfortable with him.

"Yes baby," he said "I do think you're beautiful. I think you're beautiful when we have sex, and when we go to sleep together, and when you smile and basically, I think you are stunningly beautiful all the time. " Draco had no idea what to say. He was so happy, words just wouldn't come out, so, in a fit of almost hysterical happiness he turned around and flung his arms around his masters neck, grinning from ear to ear.

"in fact you know what you are? You are my phoenix. My beautiful, wonderful, amazing phoenix."

A phoenix, because Draco was going to rise from these ashes, Harry knew he was. He hugged tighter, never wanting to let go.

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