"These Thorns That Bind Us", Harry/Draco, R
Title: These Thorns That Bind Us
Author: VelvetBlood
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own them, JKR does.
Summary: After seeing his enemy broken, can Harry still hate him? More importantly, can he save him? Does Draco even want to be saved?
Warnings: Torture.
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Harry tiptoed through the long, cold corridor gazing around at the unashamed opulence that was Malfoy Manor. His Invisibility Cloak reeked of smoke from the hearth of the Burrow, and the scent wafted up to him with each filtered breath he drew from beneath the material. Staring at a particularly ugly portrait of what had to be a hag descendant of the Malfoys’, he shuddered and continued on down the corridor, barely breathing for fear of being caught.
Why had he agreed to this again? Oh yes, Ron.
Since Fred and George’s departure from Hogwarts it had been up to Harry and Ron to carry on the tradition of pranks, tricks and parties. The twins had graciously handed down most, if not all, of their tools of the trade and bestowed the responsibility of being Hogwarts’ resident pranksters on their brother and Harry. There had even been a knighting ceremony.
They'd pulled so many pranks on their fellow Gryffindors that the entire student body now avoided them on principle. But after awhile they'd found themselves at a loss. After all, you could only torment Filch by hiding Mrs. Norris in various closets so many times before it grew old.
So, during Harry’s stay at the Burrow between their sixth and seventh years at Hogwarts, Ron had been grumpy and discontent - practically itching under his skin for a good prank.
“This really buggers it!” The redhead complained loudly one day, lying on his bed and staring up at a poster of the Chudley Cannons. “Charlie, Bill, Fred and George, Percy… they’re all gone. I can’t exactly do anything to my parents, and I haven’t even seen Ginny for three days.”
It was true. The youngest Weasley had taken to hiding for long periods of time during Harry’s stays over at the Burrow, as Ron’s ability to be malicious tended to up considerably during those times.
“Maybe we could owl Hermione some of Fred’s new Twister Taffy,” Ron suddenly perked up, glancing excitedly at Harry.
Twister Taffy was one of the latest inventions to come out of Weasley Wizard Wheezes. It literally twisted one’s stomach into anywhere from four to six knots, and lasted for an extremely uncomfortable ten minutes... approximately.
Harry frowned, shaking his head. “Do you honestly think Hermione will accept any candy we send her? She wouldn’t trust so much as a still-sealed-in-the-box Chocolate Frog from the likes of us.”
Ron sighed, put out. “Well then what are we going to do?”
Harry shrugged, sympathizing with his best friend’s pout. He agreed whole-heartedly, the Burrow was quite boring without the twins. Though he’d rather be here than at the Dursley’s any day.
“We could find Malfoy and use the Tickling Charm on him until he pisses himself,” Harry muttered, picking at a bit of fluff on his T-shirt.
He quickly realized his mistake when he saw Ron’s eyes light up. “Harry! That’s a great idea!”
“No,” Harry tried to dissuade his friend. “No, Ron, that’s a bad idea. A very bad idea! Or are you forgetting that Lucius Malfoy would kill me on sight? Or that Draco would probably curse my balls off the second he found me in his home?”
“Well yes, but-“ Ron stopped and gave Harry a peculiar look. “Since when is Malfoy ‘Draco’?”
Harry flushed. He really didn’t want Ron knowing that he hadn’t thought of Draco as "Malfoy" for the past two years. Not since he’d made his first appearance in Harry’s feverish nighttime fantasies as "Draco". After all, one could only call out that name in one’s sleep so many times before something began to stick.
Ron had apparently disregarded Harry’s mistake, though, and moved on before Harry could come up with an appropriately pathetic excuse for the slip.
“I still say it’s brilliant,” he continued, unaware of Harry’s red face. “We should definitely do something to Malfoy before the school year starts. Maybe we could do something so horrible to the prat that he’d be out of commission for Quidditch for the entire year!”
Harry seriously doubted that. Even with his entire body in a cast Draco would still play as long as he had a hand free, just to spite Harry.
“…so, what do you think, Harry?” Ron was looking at Harry expectantly.
Harry blanched, his mouth opening and closing silently. What had Ron been saying? Deciding that it was probably something along the lines of, "Isn’t that Malfoy a total, total prat, Harry?", he nodded.
“Yeah, sure.” He replied at length.
“Great!” Ron shouted joyously, nearly bouncing with excitement.
Wait, what had he just agreed to? 'Oh bugger...'
“Er, what’s great?” Harry questioned cautiously.
“That you’re going to sneak into Malfoy Manor tonight, after supper!” Ron repeated, unable to be bothered by Harry’s apparent confusion.
Ron was already off the bed and gathering up items for tonight’s mission - Invisibility cloak, Harry’s wand, the secret stash of Floo powder they kept so that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley wouldn’t notice any gone missing from their supply, broomstick in case of the need for a speedy retreat...
Harry felt ill. What was he supposed to do at Malfoy Manor?
Suddenly he didn’t feel so ill anymore. Instead he felt rather hot and uncomfortable as many, many thoughts of what he could do at Malfoy Manor late at night came to him. Many of them involved Draco, a wand, and a good binding charm that would tie those slim, pale wrists and ankles to good, sturdy bedposts. A few Silencing Charms, and the product of Harry’s every wet dream would play out for him.
All at once aware of his very noticeable enthusiasm for the events of tonight, Harry excused himself with a muttered apology and left the room in search of a quiet bathroom with a good lock on it.
***
And that was how Harry came to be slinking down the hallways of Malfoy Mansion, uneasy and clasping his wand in a sweaty palm as he slowly worked his way from room to room in the huge house. A sudden noise from the end of the corridor startled Harry as he exited the kitchen. Working his way towards it, he held his wand tightly and silently prayed that he would run into the right Malfoy.
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Author: VelvetBlood
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own them, JKR does.
Summary: After seeing his enemy broken, can Harry still hate him? More importantly, can he save him? Does Draco even want to be saved?
Warnings: Torture.
******
Harry tiptoed through the long, cold corridor gazing around at the unashamed opulence that was Malfoy Manor. His Invisibility Cloak reeked of smoke from the hearth of the Burrow, and the scent wafted up to him with each filtered breath he drew from beneath the material. Staring at a particularly ugly portrait of what had to be a hag descendant of the Malfoys’, he shuddered and continued on down the corridor, barely breathing for fear of being caught.
Why had he agreed to this again? Oh yes, Ron.
Since Fred and George’s departure from Hogwarts it had been up to Harry and Ron to carry on the tradition of pranks, tricks and parties. The twins had graciously handed down most, if not all, of their tools of the trade and bestowed the responsibility of being Hogwarts’ resident pranksters on their brother and Harry. There had even been a knighting ceremony.
They'd pulled so many pranks on their fellow Gryffindors that the entire student body now avoided them on principle. But after awhile they'd found themselves at a loss. After all, you could only torment Filch by hiding Mrs. Norris in various closets so many times before it grew old.
So, during Harry’s stay at the Burrow between their sixth and seventh years at Hogwarts, Ron had been grumpy and discontent - practically itching under his skin for a good prank.
“This really buggers it!” The redhead complained loudly one day, lying on his bed and staring up at a poster of the Chudley Cannons. “Charlie, Bill, Fred and George, Percy… they’re all gone. I can’t exactly do anything to my parents, and I haven’t even seen Ginny for three days.”
It was true. The youngest Weasley had taken to hiding for long periods of time during Harry’s stays over at the Burrow, as Ron’s ability to be malicious tended to up considerably during those times.
“Maybe we could owl Hermione some of Fred’s new Twister Taffy,” Ron suddenly perked up, glancing excitedly at Harry.
Twister Taffy was one of the latest inventions to come out of Weasley Wizard Wheezes. It literally twisted one’s stomach into anywhere from four to six knots, and lasted for an extremely uncomfortable ten minutes... approximately.
Harry frowned, shaking his head. “Do you honestly think Hermione will accept any candy we send her? She wouldn’t trust so much as a still-sealed-in-the-box Chocolate Frog from the likes of us.”
Ron sighed, put out. “Well then what are we going to do?”
Harry shrugged, sympathizing with his best friend’s pout. He agreed whole-heartedly, the Burrow was quite boring without the twins. Though he’d rather be here than at the Dursley’s any day.
“We could find Malfoy and use the Tickling Charm on him until he pisses himself,” Harry muttered, picking at a bit of fluff on his T-shirt.
He quickly realized his mistake when he saw Ron’s eyes light up. “Harry! That’s a great idea!”
“No,” Harry tried to dissuade his friend. “No, Ron, that’s a bad idea. A very bad idea! Or are you forgetting that Lucius Malfoy would kill me on sight? Or that Draco would probably curse my balls off the second he found me in his home?”
“Well yes, but-“ Ron stopped and gave Harry a peculiar look. “Since when is Malfoy ‘Draco’?”
Harry flushed. He really didn’t want Ron knowing that he hadn’t thought of Draco as "Malfoy" for the past two years. Not since he’d made his first appearance in Harry’s feverish nighttime fantasies as "Draco". After all, one could only call out that name in one’s sleep so many times before something began to stick.
Ron had apparently disregarded Harry’s mistake, though, and moved on before Harry could come up with an appropriately pathetic excuse for the slip.
“I still say it’s brilliant,” he continued, unaware of Harry’s red face. “We should definitely do something to Malfoy before the school year starts. Maybe we could do something so horrible to the prat that he’d be out of commission for Quidditch for the entire year!”
Harry seriously doubted that. Even with his entire body in a cast Draco would still play as long as he had a hand free, just to spite Harry.
“…so, what do you think, Harry?” Ron was looking at Harry expectantly.
Harry blanched, his mouth opening and closing silently. What had Ron been saying? Deciding that it was probably something along the lines of, "Isn’t that Malfoy a total, total prat, Harry?", he nodded.
“Yeah, sure.” He replied at length.
“Great!” Ron shouted joyously, nearly bouncing with excitement.
Wait, what had he just agreed to? 'Oh bugger...'
“Er, what’s great?” Harry questioned cautiously.
“That you’re going to sneak into Malfoy Manor tonight, after supper!” Ron repeated, unable to be bothered by Harry’s apparent confusion.
Ron was already off the bed and gathering up items for tonight’s mission - Invisibility cloak, Harry’s wand, the secret stash of Floo powder they kept so that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley wouldn’t notice any gone missing from their supply, broomstick in case of the need for a speedy retreat...
Harry felt ill. What was he supposed to do at Malfoy Manor?
Suddenly he didn’t feel so ill anymore. Instead he felt rather hot and uncomfortable as many, many thoughts of what he could do at Malfoy Manor late at night came to him. Many of them involved Draco, a wand, and a good binding charm that would tie those slim, pale wrists and ankles to good, sturdy bedposts. A few Silencing Charms, and the product of Harry’s every wet dream would play out for him.
All at once aware of his very noticeable enthusiasm for the events of tonight, Harry excused himself with a muttered apology and left the room in search of a quiet bathroom with a good lock on it.
***
And that was how Harry came to be slinking down the hallways of Malfoy Mansion, uneasy and clasping his wand in a sweaty palm as he slowly worked his way from room to room in the huge house. A sudden noise from the end of the corridor startled Harry as he exited the kitchen. Working his way towards it, he held his wand tightly and silently prayed that he would run into the right Malfoy.
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