I'm Your Man 3/5
Chapter 3
Sometime during that agonizing and exquisite night I found a few slivers of peace that had eluded me even with the strongest of sleeping draughts. I pulled against the unforgiving ropes relishing the feelings that they engendered in me.
I was suffering because he wanted me to and because I deserved it. The taut bindings were cutting into my circulation so that my feet and hands were numb. My neck was sore because there was no support in the hardback chair. I was hungry, thirsty and growing uncomfortably warm. Little beads of sweat coated my hairline making me long for a cooling charm or an open window.
But as he had explained I did not merit either. I should have been locked away in Azkaban where all my sins would be expunged as I fed the Dementors my soul. Eventually all the guilt, all the memories would be gone and I would be saved. I would be empty.
I didn’t have the salvation of Azkaban. I had two years in a closed ward and now this perfect misery that might redeem me if I let it.
Maybe I wouldn’t hate myself anymore. I could look at myself and not see the green light of the Avada Kedabra when it hit Dumbledore’s body. I would not have to live with the suffocating regrets that shrouded every little piece of me.
I made a decision that night. Harry Potter would be my savior and I surrendered to his will in body and soul.
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The unruly rays of the sun found me still imprisoned in my chair and desperate for a loo. I knew that he was an early riser so I tried to calm myself. He would be here soon to take care of me.
I held on to that belief long after the morning gave way to early afternoon. He had not returned and then I remembered that it was the weekend and that he was not due at the office. I panicked then and pulled at my bonds to no avail. My struggles turned to frightened sobs. I felt abandoned.
Then the door opened and he walked inside. My heart started to pound and I breathed in relief.
He did not say a word but waved his wand so that I was free. I remained in the chair waiting for permission to rise. He sighed loudly and spoke without looking at me.
“Get up Draco. Go home.” He ordered and walked to his own office.
I rose with difficulty and followed him. My muscles ached from disuse but that did not keep me. He sat down behind his desk. I noticed that he had replaced his customary suit with light grey t-shirt and jeans. Behind him the Tentacula shuddered and stilled.
I did what seemed natural and knelt at his side. My hands rested on my thighs and my back curved in what I hoped was the right manner. I kept my head down and my lips closed.
He pushed his chair back and away from me. “You need to leave Draco.”
“And return on Monday?” I asked tentatively.
“No not on Monday… not ever. I’ll talk to Madam Bode. She can find you another position somewhere.”
I felt the floor slide under my knees.
“No please don’t.” I whispered.
He still would not look at me. “It’s for the best. Last night can never happen again. You do not deserve that kind of treatment. Nobody does.”
“I do because of what I’ve done. You said it yourself. I deserve to be punished.”
“Not by me.”
“Then by who? I tried to do it myself but they put me in a mental hospital. They wouldn’t let me die.” My voice had a desperate tinge to it.
“Just go.”
“No. You liked it too. I could feel it.”
He rose from his chair and roughly pulled me up by my left arm just to throw me across this desk. I felt his body press against mine possessively. I relaxed under his weight and closed my eyes to focus on the sensation. I could feel something growing in Harry… an intimate tendril creeping from one of his darker areas.
He pushed me away and I slid to the floor. I could see the conflicting emotions rise of him like vapor. Anger, self-recrimination and a need that mirrored my own but I dared not go to him.
“Go…but come back on Monday.”
Knowing that it was the best I could hope for I left his office.
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On Monday everything started anew. There were more scrolls to decipher and rewrite. He had handed me Granger’s memoirs all done in her neat handwriting but with a dozen footnotes in each page. As I worked my way through them I kept coming across references the Beedle text. I tried to remember the significance of that name but my memory wasn’t as good after St. Mungo’s. My distraction led to some pretty spectacular mistakes that angered Potter until he burst into a mass of righteous anger and called me to his office.
I walked with shaky knees that betrayed my fear and excitement.
He was standing with his back to me to the right of his desk. One of Hermione’s scrolls laid on the wooden surface and next to it was a printed version of my own efforts. I think I shivered in anticipation.
“I want you to bend over the desk so that you are looking at the document you turned in.” he ordered rather nonchalantly.
I did as bid.
“Get your face very close and read it aloud. Put your elbows on the desk”
I did so and immediately noticed that I had skipped a chapter where Granger expounded on the significance of the Hallows symbol and the connection between magic and magical conduits. Her writing had gotten very cramped at that point so I must have overlooked it. Rather bad form for record keeping.
I was formulating an apology when he placed his hands on my waist and pulled my pants down. I froze as I felt him tugging at the waistband of my shorts which he pushed to my knees. My breathing stopped.
I heard the hiss of his wand being pulled back before it struck the sensitive skin of my bottom. I yelped in pain only to be felled by another blow and another and another. He worked fast and hard and I was panting midway. I broke a sweat as he crisscrossed the blows so that each one became more painful than the past. My fingers gripped at the slick surface as I tried to keep myself from sliding across the desk with the force of each strike. He hit me harder.
Oh Merlin, Oh Mother, Oh Yes. Yes.
Tears were running down my face and wetting Granger’s scrolls and my printouts. I wiped my tears with my sleeves but struggled to remain silent. He stopped at twenty-five. I shuddered as my body slid to the carpet. I caught myself and crawled to his side slowly. He watched horrified as I thanked him by pressing my lips to his shoes.
“Thank you sir.” I said softly. I could smell his arousal and my own.
TBC.