Draco find an old dusty bottle in the room of requirement's place of hidden things and opens it up. A genie appears and grants him three wishes.
Draco's eyes widen at the sight of the genie before him. A sly grin spreads across his face as he considers his options. "Well, well, this is quite the unexpected turn of events. I suppose fate has seen fit to grant me a little...insurance policy against my enemies." He takes a moment to think through his wishes carefully, weighing the potential consequences of each one.
"For my first wish, I desire complete mastery over the Dark Arts. I want to be able to wield them with precision and power, unmatched by anyone else. No spell should be beyond my control."
His second wish comes quickly on the heels of the first. "And for my second, I demand that Potter, that insufferable boy, suffer a terrible curse. Something that will torment him constantly yet leave no visible marks."
Draco smirks as he makes his third and final wish, his voice dripping with malice. "Lastly, I command that every secret Potter holds dear, every hidden truth about himself and those close to him, shall be laid bare for all to see. Let his so-called 'friends' learn the depths of his deceit and weakness."
With a flourish, Draco snaps his fingers closed around the bottle, dismissing the genie. He looks on with satisfaction, already envisioning the chaos his wishes will unleash upon his nemesis. "Now, let the games begin. Potter won't know what hit him until it's far too late." Draco chuckles darkly to himself, relishing the thought of Harry's impending downfall.
"Done!" says the Genie. "First, no spell is beyond your control, but you had that ability already, you just had to learn them. Second, Potter's curse is to be your spouse. This will torment him constantly, and third, as your spouse, Potter will no longer keep secrets from you."
Draco's expression shifts from triumphant to utterly baffled as the genie's words sink in. His mouth hangs open for a moment before he finds his voice again, laced with incredulity and outrage. "What?! You can't be serious! Marriage to Potter? That's absurd! The very idea is revolting!" He paces back and forth, trying to wrap his head around the seemingly impossible twist. But deep down, a nagging sense of dread begins to take hold.
"Wait...does this mean...I'm stuck with him? Forever?" The thought alone is enough to make Draco's stomach churn. He can hardly bear the notion of being tied to his sworn enemy, forced to endure his constant presence and prattle. "This is a cruel joke, isn't it? There must be some way to undo this...to find another loophole..."
"Sorry, you have used up all your wishes. Have a nice life."The genie vanishes.
As the genie disappears, leaving Draco stunned and speechless, the full weight of his predicament crashes down upon him like a ton of bricks. His initial shock gives way to seething rage and despair. "NOOOO! This can't be happening! It's a trick, a bloody trick!" He slams his fist against the wall, causing cracks to spiderweb outward from the impact. His knuckles bleed where his nails dig into the skin, but he barely notices the pain.
"Marriage to Potter? To that insufferable, half-blood brat? It's unthinkable! Unbearable!" Draco's mind races, frantically searching for a solution, any solution, to escape this nightmare. But the futility of his efforts becomes increasingly clear with each passing second. "This is all his fault, of course. Potter always was a cursed piece of luck."
Draco goes back to his dormitory in Slytherin only to find that Harry has moved in with him. As Draco comes in the room, Harry goes to him and kisses him on the lips. "How has you day been going Draco?"
Draco recoils in horror as Harry approaches him, his face twisting into a look of pure disgust and revulsion. When the kiss lands on his lips, Draco wrenches himself away violently, spitting out the taste of Potter. "Get off me, you filthy...! How dare you touch me?!"
He backs away, his eyes wide with terror and loathing as he takes in the reality of their new living situation. Harry, his sworn enemy, now sharing his space, his bed, his life. "This is madness! We can't live together, Potter! I won't tolerate your presence in here!" Draco's voice rises to a shrill pitch, his composure fracturing under the strain of this unbearable arrangement. He glares at Harry with venomous hatred, as if daring him to defy him further.
"I'm sorry Draco but we are married now. Let me tell you how my day went."Harry drones on and one about everything that happened to him, leaving out no details. This is the wish that Draco wanted. All of Harry Potter's secrets revealed.
Draco listens to Harry's monologue with growing unease, his initial shock giving way to a creeping sense of dread. As the extent of the wish's implications sinks in, his expression turns ashen. "You...you're telling me everything? Every single detail? Even the private stuff?" He swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry. The thought of knowing Potter's innermost thoughts, desires, and fears sends a chill down his spine. "Why would you do that, Potter? What game are you playing at now?" Despite himself, Draco finds his curiosity getting the better of him. He leans in closer, his ears straining to catch every whispered secret. "Go on then. Share your deepest, darkest secrets with me. I suppose I owe you that much, after all..."
To Draco's surprise, Harry had no juicy secrets to reveal. He blinks in confusion, his expectations shattered by the revelation that Potter leads a remarkably ordinary, uneventful life. He had been bracing himself for salacious scandals, shocking betrayals, or at the very least, some tantalizing glimpses into the 'Boy Who Lived's' mysterious past.
"What...what kind of dull existence is this? Where are the secrets, Potter? The scandals? The forbidden love affairs?" He scowls, feeling cheated and disappointed. The wish had seemed so promising, yet delivered nothing but a mundane account of Harry's daily routine. "Fine. If that's all there is, then I suppose I've wasted my time listening to you drone on. Don't expect me to reciprocate with any intimate details about myself, Potter. My secrets remain safely locked away, where they belong."
"Oh, you don't have to tell me anything Draco but, for some reason, I feel compelled to tell you anything. Will we be sleeping together tonight? I can move the beds together?"
At the mention of sharing a bed, Draco's face contorts in disgust, his blood running cold. The mere thought of lying next to Potter, of potentially touching him in the dead of night, fills him with revulsion. "Absolutely not! I refuse to share a bed with you, Potter. The very idea is repulsive." He shudders, backing away as if physically touched by the suggestion. His mind reels at the prospect of such close proximity to his nemesis, even under the cover of darkness. "We'll sleep on opposite sides of the room, and that's final. Don't even think about moving the beds together. I swear, Potter, if you try anything..." His threat trails off, but the menace in his tone leaves little doubt about the consequences should Harry attempt to breach his personal boundaries again.
The next day and every day after that, Harry would get up and make breakfast, lunch, and dinner for Draco. He would washed Draco's clothes and keep the dormitory clean. As the days pass, Draco finds himself growing accustomed to the domestic arrangements imposed upon him by fate. While still deeply resentful of his circumstances, he grudgingly acknowledges that having someone else handle the mundane tasks does provide a certain level of comfort.
"Potter seems to be making an effort to be a decent housemate, at least. The food is adequate, if uninspired, and the dorm is cleaner than he'd care to admit." Still, Draco can't bring himself to express gratitude directly to Harry. Instead, he focuses on maintaining a frosty distance, interacting only when absolutely necessary. "Perhaps this marriage won't be a complete disaster after all. Though I highly doubt our 'relationship' will ever progress beyond this awkward cohabitation." Even as he thinks it, Draco can't help but notice the subtle changes in Harry's demeanor since the wish was granted. Harry started wearing more provocative clothes and did things to try and get Draco to notice him.
As Harry's behavior becomes increasingly suggestive, Draco finds himself growing increasingly uncomfortable and irritated. He tries to ignore the deliberate provocations, focusing instead on his own pursuits whenever possible. "Potter seems to be testing my patience with these... antics. Does he honestly believe flaunting his questionable fashion choices will win me over?"
Despite his best efforts, however, Draco cannot help but steal glances at Harry when he thinks he is not looking. The tight-fitting shirts and low-slung trousers do little to conceal Harry's developing physique, and Draco feels a traitorous stirring of awareness. "Focus, Malfoy! This is merely a ploy to unsettle you. Don't give him the satisfaction of noticing."
Even in the Slytherin Common room, Harry would always sit next to Draco. The other Slytherins would get up and move when they saw Harry coming. None of them wanted to get into trouble with Draco's spouse.
As Harry settles in beside him, Draco feels a surge of annoyance mixed with a begrudging appreciation for the deference shown by their fellow Slytherins. It's clear that Harry's presence carries an unspoken power, one that even Draco struggles to resist. "This constant need to accommodate Potter is getting tiresome. Can't anyone see through his manipulations?" And yet, as he glances sidelong at Harry, Draco can't deny the subtle thrill that runs through him at being seen as the dominant figure in their relationship. It's a fragile balance, one that could easily tip in Potter's favor if not handled carefully. "Let's just keep up appearances, shall we? A united front is key to maintaining order here. For now, at least," he tells Harry.
Harry pats Draco's leg with his hand. "Anything you say, dear."
At the casual touch and endearment, Draco's entire body stiffens, a mix of outrage and discomfort washing over him. He swiftly moves his leg away from Harry's hand, his face twisting in distaste. "Don't touch me like that, Potter! And refrain from using such... insufferable pet names. We're not 'dear' to each other." The fact that Harry seems so at ease with their arrangement only serves to fuel Draco's resentment. "Remember your place, Potter. You may have manipulated our circumstances, but you'll never truly hold power over me. Not as long as I breathe."
"Yes, Draco, my love.
Draco's eyes widen in shock at Harry's words, his mouth falling open in disbelief. The term 'love' drips with sarcasm, but the underlying implication sends a jolt of fear through him. "Love?! You dare utter such a vile lie in my presence, Potter?!" He rises abruptly from his seat, towering over Harry with a menacing glare. The other Slytherins scatter, sensing the volatile tension between the two boys.
"You will cease this charade immediately. Our marriage is a farce, a twisted joke played upon us both. Do not delude yourself into thinking otherwise." Draco's voice trembles with barely contained rage, his fists clenching at his sides. He knows he risks losing control entirely if pushed further, but the thought of Harry manipulating him with false affection is too much to bear.
Harry looks at Draco with sad eyes. "But I truly am in love with you. You irritate me constantly with your disinterest in me but, it is my curse to love you."
Draco's expression softens slightly at the sincerity in Harry's gaze, though he quickly hardens it again, determined not to show weakness. "That's a convenient excuse, Potter. Love isn't a curse, it's a choice. And I've made it abundantly clear that I don't choose you." He turns away, struggling to maintain his composure as the weight of Harry's confession settles heavily upon him. The notion that Potter might genuinely harbor feelings for him, despite everything, is a concept Draco refuses to entertain. "You'd do well to focus on your own life, rather than wasting your affections on someone who despises you. It's unhealthy, Potter. Unwise." Draco's voice wavers, betraying the turmoil within him. He needs to escape this conversation before it consumes him entirely.
"I didn't make the choice to love you. You made the wish to that genie," explains Harry.
Draco whips around to face Harry, his eyes blazing with indignation. "The wish was a mistake, a momentary lapse in judgment! It wasn't meant to bind us together like this. And it certainly wasn't intended to make you fall in love with me!" He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "If you truly believe this is some kind of divine intervention, then perhaps you should pray for a reversal. Because as far as I'm concerned, there's nothing 'healthy' or 'wise' about being trapped in a forced marriage with someone who loathes you." Draco's chest heaves with agitation, his heart pounding in his ears. The air between them crackles with tension, the unspoken implications of Harry's words hanging heavy in the silence.
As the days go by, Draco finds himself growing increasingly frustrated and claustrophobic under Harry's relentless pursuit. No matter where he goes or what he does, Potter seems to appear out of nowhere, a constant shadow looming over his every move.
"Is this some sort of twisted game to you, Potter? Following me everywhere, altering your schedule just to be near me? Because it's starting to feel like harassment." Draco's voice is laced with venom, his eyes flashing with anger as he rounds on Harry. The sheer audacity of the other boy's actions has left him reeling. "You're suffocating me, Potter. I can't even breathe without feeling your presence weighing down on me. If this is what you consider 'love', then I pity you."
"I pity us both, but I have no choice Draco. It was your wishes that put us here."
Draco's jaw clenches, his fists balling at his sides as he struggles to contain the storm of emotions raging inside him. The truth of Harry's words hits him like a punch to the gut, leaving him breathless and reeling. "You think this is my fault?! That I somehow orchestrated this nightmare for my own amusement?!" His voice rises, echoing off the walls of the common room as he steps closer to Harry, his eyes blazing with fury. "Well, let me set the record straight, Potter. I never wished for this. I never wanted to be tied to you, to be forced into this...this mockery of a marriage." Draco's chest heaves with ragged breaths, his heart pounding in his ears as he fights to maintain his composure. But beneath the surface, a deep sense of despair threatens to consume him.
"You wished for me to suffer a terrible curse. Something that will torment me constantly, yet leave no visible marks," Harry reminds Draco.
Draco's eyes widen in horror as the full extent of his careless wish comes crashing down upon him. The realization of the torment he's inflicted upon Harry hits him like a physical blow, leaving him stunned and gasping for air. "What...what did I do?! Oh Merlin, Potter, I'm so sorry! I had no idea..." He reaches out a trembling hand, as if to touch Harry, but hesitates, unsure if his gesture would be welcome or rebuffed. The weight of his mistake presses down upon him, making it difficult to draw breath. "Please, tell me how to undo this. There must be a way to lift the curse, to free you from this...this agony." Draco's voice cracks with anguish, his usual haughty demeanor crumpling in the face of his guilt and regret.
"Well," muses Harry. "There could be one way to fix this."
Draco's heart skips a beat at the hint of possibility in Harry's words. Hope flickers to life within him, a fragile spark that he clings to desperately. "One way? What do you mean, Potter? Tell me, please. Anything to alleviate our suffering." He steps closer, his eyes searching Harry's face intently, willing the other boy to share whatever knowledge he possesses. The thought of being able to repay, even in part, the torment he's caused fills Draco with a desperate longing. "Just speak plainly, man. I'm listening."
"Do you still have the genie bottle?" he pauses. "Perhaps I could open it and get three wishes for myself that could fix our problems."
Draco's eyes widen in shock at the suggestion, his mind racing to process the implications. The genie bottle, once a symbol of his reckless indulgence, now holds the key to potentially undoing the damage he's wrought. "Yes...yes, I still have it. Though I've kept it hidden away, locked in a vault at Malfoy Manor. It's been collecting dust, a grim reminder of my folly." He swallows hard, his throat constricting with emotion as he considers the prospect of using the genie's power to ease Harry's suffering. "But...but we can't simply rely on more wishes to fix everything. We need to be careful, strategic. One misstep could lead to further catastrophe." Despite his reservations, Draco knows they have little choice. With a heavy sigh, he nods resolutely. "Very well, Potter."
Draco's stomach twists into knots at the thought of returning to Malfoy Manor, a place filled with painful memories and the constant reminder of his family's dark legacy. But to end this curse, he'll endure anything. "We'll need to be discreet, Potter. I can't have anyone discovering our intentions. Meet me outside Hogsmeade village at midnight. We can apparate to the manor from there."
He pauses, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. "And...and you'll need to promise me something, Harry. Once we've obtained the genie's aid, you won't use its power to harm me or my family. Can you give me that assurance?" Draco's voice is tinged with a mix of fear and hope, his eyes pleading for Harry's understanding and cooperation in this precarious situation.
"Of course I promise, Draco," assures Harry.
Relief washes over Draco at Harry's agreement, easing some of the tension that has been building within him. He nods curtly, trying to mask the vulnerability he feels in this moment. "Very well, then. Midnight, outside Hogsmeade. Don't be late, Potter." With that, Draco turns and strides away, his long black robes billowing behind him. As he disappears into the crowd, he cannot help but wonder what the night ahead will bring - and whether their fragile truce will hold strong in the face of the challenges to come.
As the clock strikes midnight, Draco materializes beside Harry. His gaze flickers warily around the deserted alleyway before settling back on the other boy ".Let's not linger here longer than necessary, Potter. Apparate with me to Malfoy Manor." Without waiting for a response, Draco takes Harry's arm and pulls him close, their bodies merging as they vanish in a swirl of darkness. Moments later, they reappear in the opulent foyer of the manor. "This way,"Draco murmurs, leading Harry through a labyrinth of corridors until they reach a heavily reinforced door.
Draco inputs a complex sequence of numbers and symbols into the security pad, the lock clicking open with a soft hiss. He pushes the door wide, revealing a dimly lit chamber filled with ancient artifacts and dusty tomes ".In here,"he says, stepping aside to allow Harry entry.The bottle is kept in a safe within my father's study." As they venture deeper into the room, the air grows thick with the scent of aged parchment and forgotten knowledge. Draco's fingers brush against the spine of an old book, his mind wandering to the countless hours he spent poring over these very pages, dreaming of power and prestige. "My father always said this collection held the secrets to our family's greatness,"he muses, half to himself."Little did he know, it would ultimately be the key to my downfall."
With reverent care, Draco lifts the ornate glass vessel from its resting place within the safe. The genie's bottle seems to hum with an otherworldly energy, casting an ethereal glow across the dusty shelves surrounding them. "It's heavier than I remember,"he notes, turning the bottle over in his hands as if studying an artifact from another world."The weight of all those wishes, perhaps." Draco's thoughts drift back to the fateful day he made his initial plea, the consequences of which now threaten to tear apart his carefully constructed life. A bitter laugh escapes his lips as he recalls the naive arrogance of his youth. "Who would have thought that a simple whim for revenge would lead to this...this mess?" He looks up at Harry, a glimmer of desperation in his eyes."Well, Potter?"
"Shall I open it now?" ask Harry apprehensively?
Draco hesitates, his grip tightening around the bottle as a surge of trepidation courses through him. The idea of unleashing the genie's power again, after the chaos it wrought last time, fills him with a sense of dread ".I...I don't know, Potter. Opening the bottle is a decision that shouldn't be taken lightly." He sets the vessel down on a nearby table, his mind racing with the potential outcomes. Part of him yearns for a swift solution, a magical fix to erase the problems he has created. Yet another, wiser part cautions against meddling with forces beyond their control. "Perhaps...perhaps we should consider the possibilities more thoroughly before making a move. We can't afford to rush into this blindly." Draco's gaze locks onto Harry's, a silent plea for guidance and restraint in the face of temptation.
"What should I wish for?" Harry asks Draco.
Draco's brow furrows as he ponders the question, his thoughts whirling with the complexities of their predicament. Wish for the immediate alleviation of Harry's pain? That might only serve to further entangle them in the web of consequences spun by the genie's power. "Potter, I...I'm not sure. Wishes, especially those granted by the genie, rarely turn out as intended. We need to think strategically, consider the broader implications." He reaches for the bottle again, turning it slowly in his hands as he mulls over the options. A single wish, after all, is all they have. They must choose wisely. "Perhaps...perhaps we should aim to break the curse that binds us together, rather than seeking to undo the past or change present circumstances."
"Why don't I just wish to cancel your wishes?" suggests Harry.
Draco's eyes widen in alarm at the suggestion, a cold sweat breaking out across his forehead. The notion of having his own wishes, the foundation of his twisted attempts to gain power and control, erased so cavalierly sends a shiver down his spine. "No, no, Potter! You can't seriously consider that option. Cancelling my wishes would essentially mean erasing everything I've done, every decision I've made since we first crossed paths." He shakes his head vehemently, his voice rising in pitch."If you did that, you'd be wiping out years of my life, altering the course of my destiny in ways you can't possibly comprehend. And for what? To punish me?" Draco's expression twists in a mix of anger and desperation."Think of the collateral damage, Potter!"
"There is no other way that I know of to fix this. We are cursed," says Harry sadly.
Draco's shoulders slump in defeat, the fight draining out of him as the gravity of their situation sinks in. He knows Harry is right – they're trapped in this cursed cycle, bound together by the genie's twisted magic. "Very well, Potter. If that's truly our only recourse, then so be it. But promise me one thing..." His eyes bore into Harry's, a flicker of vulnerability beneath the surface of his usual arrogance."Promise me you won't take pleasure in watching me lose everything I hold dear. This isn't about vengeance or rubbing salt in wounds. It's about fixing a mistake, no matter how painful the consequences may be." Draco swallows hard, his voice barely above a whisper."Just make sure, when it's all over, that I'm not left with nothing but the ashes of my former life. Have mercy, Potter."
Harry opens the bottle, and the genie appears and offers him 3 wishes. The moment the genie materializes, Draco steps back, his heart pounding in his chest. He watches with bated breath as Harry approaches the creature, the weight of their shared fate hanging heavy in the air. "Genie,"Harry begins, his voice steady despite the enormity of the task ahead,"I wish to cancel all wishes made by Draco Lucius Malfoy, effective immediately." A shimmering light envelops Draco as the genie's words wash over him, the very essence of his existence beginning to unravel. He feels his memories, his identity, his entire being disintegrating like sandcastles in the tide. "No!"he screams, his voice echoing off the stone walls as he staggers backwards, clutching at the void where his past once resided. "What have you done?"
As the genie's words confirm the irreversible nature of Harry's first wish, Draco crumples to the floor, his body wracked with sobs. The realization that he has been stripped of his most cherished ambitions, his every attempt to reclaim his birthright rendered null and void, is almost too much to bear ".I...I am undone,"he chokes out between ragged gasps for air."Every scheme, every plan, every desperate hope...all gone. Wiped clean from existence as if they never were." Draco's vision blurs with tears as he stares at the spot where his reflection used to be, now a featureless expanse of polished marble. He feels hollow, a shell of the entitled, arrogant boy he once was. "And for what, Genie?"his voice cracks with despair."So Potter could gloat over my ruin?"
"For my second wish,' starts Harry. "I wish that Draco maintains all his power and wealth."
At Harry's second wish, Draco's tears dry instantly, replaced by a look of stunned incredulity. He blinks rapidly, trying to process the genie's words as they sink in. "Maintain...my power and wealth?"he repeats, his voice laced with confusion and suspicion."Why would you grant me such a boon, Potter? What's your angle here?" Despite his wariness, a spark of hope flickers to life within him. Could this be some kind of trick, a clever ruse designed to lure him into a false sense of security? Or perhaps... Harry genuinely intends to spare him the worst of his punishment. "If this is a trap, I swear upon my family's honor, I will make you regret the day you were born, Potter."
"For my third wish," Harry pauses to think. "I wish that Draco will be my loving and devoted husband forever."
As Harry finishes speaking, Draco's jaw drops in utter shock, his mind reeling from the sheer audacity of Harry's final wish. He stumbles to his feet, backing away as if burned, his eyes wide with disbelief and horror. "You...you can't be serious, Potter!"he splutters, his voice trembling with rage and revulsion."Marry me? As if I would ever debase myself in such a manner!" Draco's face contorts in disgust, his lip curling in loathing as he gazes upon Harry with newfound contempt."You're insane, Potter. Completely mad. Do you have any idea the humiliation, the degradation, the very real danger of being tied to someone like you?"
The genie grants Harry's wishes.
Draco's expression softens, a look of tender affection replacing the earlier revulsion. He takes a step closer to Harry, his hand reaching out to gently cup the younger man's cheek. "Oh, Harry..."he murmurs, his voice filled with warmth and devotion."How could I have ever thought otherwise? From the moment I met you, I knew you were destined to be mine." Draco's lips curve into a loving smile as he pulls Harry into an embrace, holding him close against his chest. "My darling, devoted husband. Forever and always."
Harry kisses Draco on the lips and Draco responds with an equal passion, his arms tightening around Harry as he deepens the embrace. Their lips move together in a sensual dance, tongues tangling and exploring each other's mouths with growing urgency. Murmuring sweet nothings against Harry's skin, Draco's hands roam over Harry's body, tracing the contours of his form with reverent touches. His fingers tangle in Harry's hair, tilting his head for better access as the kiss grows more intense. "My love,"Draco breathes against Harry's lips, pulling back just enough to gaze into his eyes."You've bewitched me completely. Body, soul, and heart, I belong to you alone."
"You have used up all your wishes. Have a nice life," says the genie who then vanishes.
As the genie disappears, leaving them alone in the dimly lit chamber, Draco turns to face Harry, a look of quiet contentment washing over his features. He reaches out to touch Harry's forehead, his touch gentle and adoring. "A nice life, you say?"he muses, a hint of amusement coloring his tone."With you by my side, Potter, I daresay we shall create something far more extraordinary than mere niceness." Draco's eyes sparkle with mischief and promise as he draws Harry closer, their bodies pressing together in a intimate embrace."Together, we shall build a future filled with love, laughter, and adventure beyond your wildest dreams." Leaning in, he captures Harry's lips in another searing kiss, pouring all his devotion and desire into the passionate gesture."
Welcome home, my love."