Because of the long wait, I'm uploading a little early. I have a system of when to upload and it actually goes by the amount of hits per chapter . . .

There's a small treat in this chapter then you'll hate me against. But the treat has to do with

Draco

And

Love!

Any who, Enjoy!

Rating: R

Warnings: Course language, anal, Male/Male, and Male/Female pairings, Rimming, Oral sex, Sexual situations in uncomfortable settings, Spoilers to Harry Potter books and movies, Drug use (Fred and George's potions not like, weed :S) incest, rape, violence, use of alcohol, character death and possibly more later.

Parings: DOMINANT/SUBMISSIVE Draco/Harry, Seamus/Colin, Ron/Hermione, Dean/Ginny, Harry/Ginny, Draco/Astoria, Blaise/Pansy, Luna/Neville, Charlie/Anasks, Noah/Dennis, Phoenix/Alexis, Danny/George, Bill/Fleur, Arthur/Molly, Seamus/Alex and possibly more later.

. . . Story Begins. . .

"I lost you once to your stupidity, do it again, and that's it." He turned to leave but stopped calling over his shoulder. "And for fucks sake Potter, don't follow me!" He stormed down the stairs and out the kitchen door.

Harry couldn't move. He wanted to chase him, but he couldn't move! "Draco!" His voice cracked and he stumbled backwards, landing on the floor. Fred and George put down their popcorn and sat on either side of him.

"That was about Seamus wasn't it?" The brunette nodded and glared when his vision blurred.

"I can't go after him." The twins looked at him bewildered.

"Sure you can, just get up-"

"NO! I really can't go after him! I tried but I couldn't move!" He started to panic and froze when he felt one of the twins wipe his cheek.

"Harry, you're crying. Don't worry, he'll be back. It's Malfoy, where's he going to go?" Green eyes widened and he ran out the bedroom door and up to Ron's room. He looked out the window over the yard. There was no Draco. He ran to Charlie's room to look out the window. No Draco. Bill's room, no Draco, Percy's room, no Draco.

Harry walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch, a deep frown on his face. "I'm so confused." The Weasley's Fleur and Hermione walked in and froze. Hermione and Ginny dropped their bags, running to Harry, wrapping their arms around him.

"Where's the Malfoy boy Harry?" Mr Weasley asked. The brunette shrugged, still staring off towards the back garden, a hopeful look in his eyes.

"He uhm, got mad and left." George said to his father.

"What? We were supposed to keep him here! He knows too much! Harry, why didn't you go after him?" Hermione asked stepping away from him.

"I tried, but I couldn't move!" The brunette whimpered and dropped his head to his chest. "Mione? Remember how I said I felt with Cho? How you felt with Ron and Lavender?" the puffy haired girl flinched and nodded.

"Yea, I remember."

"This feels so much worse than that day." Mrs. Weasley hugged him tight, patting his back.

"I'll fix you a nice cup of tea"

"No thanks, I think I'm going to head upstairs for a bit." She nodded and stepped back, a sad look in her eyes. Harry walked up the stairs and into Bill's room. Green eyes scammed it before heading to Draco's bed, grabbing a shirt that he wore the previous day. He bunched it up and ran up the last few levels to his and Ron's room, closing the door and plopping on the bed.

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"Hey, mate. You alright?" Harry opened his eyes and blinked. Why was it dark, and what smelt so good? "You passed out, are you alright?" Ron turned on the light and raised his brow. "Why are you hugging a shirt?" The brunette looked down.

"Oh, that's what that smell was." He sat up and stretched. "Did . . . did he . . ." Ron shook his head.

"I think its best he didn't come back to be honest Harry." The redhead sat down on his bed and looked at the other boy.

"Well, to be honest, I think I'd preferred it if you weren't honest." He furrowed his brow at his own sentence and shook his head. "What time is it?"

"Around twelve. Woulda been up sooner but dad and I were in the middle of a chess game." Harry nodded and stood up. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to go sleep on the couch tonight." Ron looked at the other, confusion clearly on his face.

"Why? To know if he comes back?"

"Yea actually. I'll see you in the- letter today." He turned and left the room, quickly checking Bill's room fist.

"He's not in here Harry." The brunette sighed and continued down, grabbing a spare blanked and lying down on the couch.

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"Potter? What the hell are you doing sleeping on the bloody floor?" Harry jumped and looked up a pale boy looking down at him.

"Draco?" He sat up wincing.

"No, I'm a troll, of course it's me you bloody ponce!" Harry stood up and hugged the blonde tightly.

"You came back!"

"Of course I did, I left my wand here." The brunette stiffened and let go, turning away from the blonde and sitting on the couch. He briefly wondered how he ended up on the floor.

"I didn't do it by the way."

"What?" The blonde crossed his arms, head turned slightly to the side. "Be quick, I don't want to stay much longer, I just need my wand and clothes. And broom." Harry squeezed his eyes shut. That was a different feeling.

"O-ow." He clutched his chest, eyes widening. He gasped in air and doubled over.

"Potter? Potter! What's wrong?" The young boy didn't say anything, just kept looking at the floor clutching his chest, then it happened. Draco jumped and looked down shocked. Harry had let out a pained wail, eyes squeezing shut.

"Shh! Quiet Potter, and stop, stop crying!" Harry suddenly stopped, mouth snapping shut.

"Malfoy? What did you do to Harry?" The two boys turned to see Hermione, wand raised.

"I didn't do anything!" She kept her wand on him and walked over to her friend, wrapping an arm around his back. Draco felt a growl bubble up in his throat and the girl jumped, a puzzled look on her face.

"Draco," She said carefully. "I'm going to ask you some questions and I need you to answer truthfully." The blonde nodded, eyes narrowed. "What are you feeling?"

"Like I want to strangle you! Get away from him!" She calmly removed her arm and lowered her wand. Grey eyes blinked.

"Alright, how long have you been so over protective of Harry?"

"Over- over protect- what? I'm not over protective of him!" She raised her brow. The brunette stood up and headed to the stairs. "Potter! Stay here dammit! And sit down." Harry froze and suddenly sat down on the floor, eyes wide.

"That's what I thought." Hermione said. She turned to Draco. "You knew you did this didn't you?" He gulped and stepped back.

"D-did what? I have no idea what you're talking about!" She scowled at him.

"You filthy, slimy, useless shithead!" Her wand was back up and pointing at him, Harry couldn't speak, couldn't move. "Release him! Release it now!"

"Do whatever you w-want Potter." Harry suddenly was able to move and his eyes narrowed. He walked over to the blonde and shoved him. By now half the house was down watching them quietly.

"What the fuck did you do to me?" The blonde took a step back, eyes wide. "TELL ME!"

"I-I can't!" Harry shoved him again, watching as the blonde tripped over a stool, falling and hitting his head off the floor. A pained cry left his mouth and he grabbed his head, only yelping in more pain when a fist collided with his nose, knocking his head back, hand smushed between his head and the floor.

"Potter! STOP!" Harry froze halfway through his next punch.

"Malfoy" the brunette said dangerously low. Fear passed through those grey eyes and he spoke up again.

"Get off me Potter!" Harry stood up and backed off. Draco forced himself to his feet and looked down at his lover. "Don't move." He said it very quietly so that only Harry could hear it. Said brunette growled at him.

"I'm sorry Harry, I didn't have a choice. Please understand that." He placed his hands on his hips and locked eyes with furious green. "You've fucked up and now I have, twice, I'm sorry." The younger male's vision blurred.

"Let go of me."

"Don't talk loud; I want to be the only one to hear you." Another low growl left the other's lips, grey eyes flinching. "This has affected me too. I want to hurt everyone that touches you! And, it makes me feel things that I don't want to feel."

"I don't care; now tell me what you did to me!" He still couldn't move and it was pissing him off even more. "Malfoy!"

"I can't tell you." He dropped his head to the other's neck, breathing in the other's scent. He laid a soft kiss on the perfect neck and hugged the brunette close. "I did it because I'm a coward. I did it because I-" He pulled back and put his forehead against the other's.

"I don't want you to touch me Malfoy!" The brunette froze when the body in front of him shook, a sniff coming from him.

"I'm sorry Harry, I am. I put a binding spell on you. Granger will tell you what it is I'm sure." Harry shook with fury. "I had to for, for a reason I cannot say. And because well," Harry growled.

"Just say it already!" Draco leaned down and whispered against the other's lips.

"Because I love you Potter." He pulled back, a shocked expression on the other's face. "Your released from my earlier commands." Draco whispered before pushing past the bewildered people and walking out the back door, wand in hand. He could buy more clothes another day.

The blonde walked down the yard towards the end of the protection charm. "Draco wait! DRACO!" The blonde closed his eyes and sped up. He let out a surprised 'oof' when something collided with his side, knocking him down causing a groan to leave him.

"What Potter?"

"You can't just do that to me! You can't say you love me than take off!" The blonde narrowed his eyes.

"Watch me Potter. Get. Off." Harry rolled off and the blonde stood up. "Stay like that till I apparate." He dusted off his pants and started walking again.

"Draco! Please don't leave me!" He stiffened. It was quiet but filled with pain. The blonde looked over his shoulder, summoning his trunk.

"I have to Harry. I'm sorry love." And then he was gone. Harry could move, but he wouldn't. He let out a wail and clutched his chest again, Hermione pulling him into a hug. When she had come he didn't know or care. He barely registered that he was crying. His body shook against his best friend, head buried in her neck, clutching her robe.

"Shh, it's alright Harry, you'll be alright!" Ron kneeled beside him and Hermione gave him a warning glare.

"Harry mate? I-I'm sorry." They stayed in the field; the remainder of the family watching in silence as their boy wonder slowly stopped his sobbing and was resorted to small hiccups.

"H-he said he loved me and then just left me!" He looked up and stared at the bushy haired girl. Her eyes widened and covered her mouth, eyes glossing over. Ron pulled Harry to his feet and frowned at him.

"Come on mate, it's only four a.m. let's head back in."

"No." Ron blinked. "I-I wanna stay out here for a bit."

"Harry-"

"I want to stay out here Ron!" The boy backed off, hands raised in defence.

"Suit yourself." He sat back down and looked to where he last saw Draco, new tears starting to blossom. He heard the kitchen door close knowing they had all gone back inside.

"Dammit Draco, why did you have to leave me?" The brunette pulled his knees to his chest, arms wrapped around them. He watched the sun rise and stared at nothing in particular. He didn't go back to sleep that night, didn't eat breakfast or lunch. They tried to force him to go inside and eat but he stayed out there, refusing any sort of food.

After three days Molly dragged him back in practically forcing food down his throat.

Draco had left on Tuesday, July 8th and already it was the 17th. There was no real change in Harry during that time. It wasn't until the 20th that he started to become a little more normal. Mind you Mrs. Weasley did get them started on house chores.

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Draco glared up at the ceiling, hands behind his head. For the past 12 days he had felt nothing but pain and betrayal. He couldn't make it go away.

"I told you not to Draco. You knew this would happen."

"I know mother." He whispered turning his head to her. She sat on an arm chair next to his bed.

"With the binding promise comes his emotions. Because you made sure you were the dominant, you feel the submissive one's pain." The young man sighed and sat up, looking at the far end of his room.

"I know mother." She sighed and stood up.

"I don't like you working for him. It's bad enough your father does, I do not need you to too!"

"I-"

"DO NOT!" He jumped and looked at her, cold grey eyes burrowing into him.

"Sorry." He looked at his lap and she rubbed his back.

"You fell for him didn't you?" The blonde shook his head no and refused to look up. "Draco, I'm your mother, I know you well enough to know that you've fallen in love with that Potter boy." He shook his head again. She sighed. "Look at me now Draco." Watery eyes lifted and his mother wiped his cheeks, pulling her son to her chest, petting his head.

"I-I didn't want to mother! I was just following orders!"

"I know dear. I know." She kissed the top of his head and stood up, quietly leaving his room.

"Ah, Cissy,"

"Lucius!" he jumped and blinked. "Why would you let him go through with this? He's arranged to that Greengrass girl!" The man of the house raised his brow.

"What on earth are you talking about?" her eyes darkened.

"He's fallen for that Potter boy, and he's fallen hard." The taller stiffened and his eyes widened.

"The dark lord must never know!" He glared towards his son's door. "Fucking Potter was one thing." He walked past his wife ignoring her calls and threw open his boy's room, freezing. Draco was curled in the fetal position, a shirt wrapped in his hands, eyes closed and breathing even. There were tear tracks down his face and his hair was a mess.

His blonde boy had lost weight; he could see that now since his sons shirt was off. By the loks of it he had been doing charms to keep his face looking more healthy for now it was pale, thin and he had enough dark rings under his eyes. Narcissa walked in and gasped, pushing past her husband.

Lucius grabbed her arm and shook his head, leading her out of the room. She watched from the door way as her husband approached the bed, pulled the blanket over his son and kissed his forehead.