Advent '10 - December 18th
December 18th - 7 days to go
"Harry!" Selena yelled, grabbing her new friend by the collar and shaking him roughly.
He didn't wake up.
"Allow us." The twins said in unison, flicking their wands and conjuring a bucket of ice cold water above Harry's head. Selena quickly moved from her place next to him and squished in next to her friend on the other side of the table.
"Time to wake up!" Fred sing-sang at Harry before he dumped the water on him.
Harry woke with a yell of "What the Fuck?", spluttering and coughing as he breathed in the water.
Ash, Ares and Hades, the puffskeins who had still been sitting next to Harry's head, squeaked angrily at Fred and jumped on his face.
"What?" Harry asked in confusion, his teeth chattering and wand clenched in his hand, "What's going on? Why am I wet? Why are my puffskeins trying to eat Fred?"
George sighed, ignoring his brothers flailing as he tried to dislodge the, surprisingly vicious, puffskeins. "Harry," he said leaning forward, "Do you remember the Oath you made?"
"Oath?"
George nodded, "Just before you fell asleep you swore to do something. Can you remember what you said? Exactly what you said?" he stressed.
Harry scrunched up his nose as he thought. "Um…there was…I was…" he blushed bright red and snapped his mouth shut.
Everyone, except Fred, raised an eyebrow at the odd reaction.
"Yes?" George asked slowly.
Harry mumbled something under his breath.
"I didn't quite hear that Harry."
"I…I was saying how Savy is always in his wetsuit."
"Yes…?" George drew out the word.
"And…and I swore that I'd get Savitar out of his wetsuit."
Selena snorted and had to turn her face away to hid her grin.
George was struggling with his own mirth but managed to straighten his face until he looked serious enough. "Harry," he said lowly, "think very carefully. Did you mention anything about using magic in your wording?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm pretty sure I didn't say I swear not to use my magic to get Savitar out of his wetsuit." Harry rolled his eyes.
Another golden glow lit up around Harry and settled into his skin.
"Er…"
"Put. The wand. Down." George spat through gritted teeth.
Harry carefully placed his wand on the table and looked at George with wide eyes.
"Did I…?" He asked.
George nodded.
"Without using…?"
George nodded again.
"Ah, crap." Harry moaned, closing his eyes and letting his head fall to the table with a loud thunk.
The door to the kitchen opened and Savitar strode out, followed closely by Ash who was looking at the group with curiosity.
Savitar looked between the bottles on the table, the puffskeins attacking Fred, the wide-eyed look everyone else seemed to be sporting and a soaking wet Harry banging his head off the table.
"Do I want to know?" he asked, then realised that he really, really didn't. "Never mind. Harry!"
Harry startled and lifted his head to stare rather dazedly at Savitar.
"Savy?"
Ash, who had been previously assessing Harry, choked on his laughter.
"Aw," he said quietly so only Savitar could hear, "He has a pet name for you! That's so sweet."
Savitar turned to glare at his friend. "You don't have to end up dead for me to hurt you." He promised.
Ash grinned.
"Harry," Savitar repeated, turning back, "You'll be coming to live with me until this is sorted."
Harry opened his mouth to protest that he didn't need a babysitter or anyone looking after him, but before he could get any words out George kicked him sharply under the table. Instead he let out a long, low pitched moan.
Savitar blinked, unsure how to respond to that, whilst Ash clapped a hand on his back, his shoulders shaking with repressed laughter.
Harry turned to George to ask just what the hell he was playing at but before he could say anything George just mouthed 'Oath' at him.
Harry gritted his teeth.
He supposed it would be slightly less mortifying ripping Savitar's clothes off at his home then jumping him and ripping his clothes off in a bar.
And now he sounded like a pervert. Great.
"Okay." He said, "But where do you live?"
"I have my own heavily warded private island that moves."
Harry's jaw dropped. "Somewhere warm?"
Savitar nodded and Harry sprang up, a lot more willing to go along with his plan. "Awesome! We never got around to going anywhere warm and I've been cold enough for too long! When do we leave?"
"Right now."
"How are we getting there? Do you have a portkey or do you apparate…?"
"I will be transporting us."
Harry grinned and cast sticking charms over himself, summoning his puffskeins to him.
Fred gulped in huge lungfuls of air as Ash, Ares and Hades were ripped from his face.
"Here," George said, fishing out Harry's shrunken trunk from his pocket. "The mirror is in there so you can give Sirius a call when you're safe."
"Thanks," Harry said, as he dropped the trunk in his pocket, "Are you sure you're okay with this?" he asked quietly.
George shrugged. "Compared to the alternative if you don't manage to do this? Yeah, I'm good. Besides, you trust him right?"
Harry flushed a little and nodded.
George smirked and shrugged. "Then that's good enough for me. You've never been wrong about your assessments with people. Besides, if he does do something then we'll all raise hell until you get back. Eventually they'll crack, they all do…"
Harry grinned and moved over to Savitar so that he could grab him.
"Have fun!" George leered, wiggling his eyebrows.
Harry just managed to give him the finger before Savitar whisked him away.
They arrived in a large marble room without a sound. Harry didn't even stumble.
"Oh, wow! I like that!"
Harry quickly cancelled the sticking charm and watched with fondness as his puffskeins squeaked and bounced quickly out of the room.
Savitar let go and turned to face him. "Welcome to Neratiti." He said with a grin. "My home."
"It's very nice." Harry nodded, "Marble. I like…is that a life guard chair?"
"Yes." Savitar grabbed him by the hand and led him into the hallway. "You'll be staying here until all this is sorted out."
"Ah," Harry licked his lips, hardly paying attention to the tour. He didn't know how long he'd have before the Oath invalidated and he'd die. He could feel the magic on his skin, lifting the fine hairs on his arms.
From the way it was acting, he was guessing the sooner the better.
Unfortunately, Savitar had grabbed his right hand so now he couldn't actually just stun him in the back and get it over with.
Oh no. It had to be much more complicated then that.
Instead, Harry followed behind Savitar as he showed him the different rooms of him marble palace.
…though, admittedly, Savitar's hand was very warm…
Harry could feel his cheeks heat and to distract himself he pointed at the nearest door and went "Ooh! What's in there?"
Savitar stopped and turned to look where he had pointed.
"That's…" he trailed off uncomfortably, "…um."
Harry looked up at him with wide eyes. "Yes?"
Savitar cleared his throat. "Not Important." He said gruffly and tried to tug Harry away.
He didn't know that Harry was a Marauder with a curiosity streak a mile wide and the innocent expression to get what he wanted.
"Please?" Harry asked, "It's the only door that you haven't explained what's behind."
Savitar clenched his jaw and was about to deny Harry again when Harry slipped his hand from his grip and opened the door.
"Oh." Harry squeaked, his eyes wide and his face turning red.
Behind the door was, what looked to be a cell, with whips and chains hanging on the wall. But instead of cold stone slabs with damp and moss growing out of the cracks like in any dungeon, the floor was instead piled high with silk and satin cushions and bean bags and the room lit dimly with low lighting.
It was like some sex den!
Savitar reached past him and tried to shut the door but by then Harry had recovered and, shooting a smirk at Savitar, slipped into the room.
"Harry!" Savitar barked at him, quickly following.
Harry ignored him however, too busy grinning and looking at all the pieces on the wall.
"What's this for?" He asked, pointing at a mask. "Do you wear it or does the other person wear it."
"Harry, would you-"
"And this?" Harry turned to face him, dangling a set of handcuffs on his finger. "Do you use these all the time?"
Savitar swallowed. "Harry." He tried again as his voice cracked.
"Ooh!" Harry ignored him, rushing over to the far wall and lifting down a black coiled whip. He let it unravel and gave it a few snaps before turning back to face Savitar who was looking at him with widening eyes.
"Very nice." He smirked.
Savitar found himself at a loss for words as Harry stalked closer to him.
"Do you use this often, Sa-vi-tar?" He purred out.
Savitar took a step forward, his eyes raking over the image presented to him. He smirked and took a step forward. "Only to make them beg."
Harry cocked his head to the side and adopted an innocent expression. "Them?" he asked, "Who's them?"
"No one." Savitar backtracked, for some strange reason not wanting Harry to know just exactly how many people he'd had in this room.
Harry raised an eyebrow in the classical I-already-know-you-didn't-really-think-that-was-going-to-work-did-you?
Savitar winced. "But those day's are over now. Completely over. In fact, it was only because I hadn't found anyone that I was…"
"Oh? And you've found someone now?"
Savitar's mouth opened and closed for a moment. "Well, er…no?"
Harry cocked his head to the side, "Then why are you getting rid of the room then?"
"I don't know."
Savitar watched as Harry looked around the room.
"I don't think you should get rid of it. It looks fun."
Savitar's brain broke and it took him a minute or two to get it working again. When it did he stalked forward until he towered over Harry, standing so close that he could feel his body heat but not actually touching.
He leant down until he was face to face with the shorter man.
"I could show you fun."
There was a moment's pause and then Harry broke it by chirping "I bet you could!" brightly and taking a step around him.
Savitar let his head hang forward for a brief second then stood up straight and faced Harry, who was waiting impatiently in the doorway.
"So where haven't I seen yet?"
"My bedroom."
Harry smirked at him and heat shot through his body when he caught the look in Harry's eyes.
"Your bedroom? After seeing your debauched sex room? I dunno…might be a bit of a let down."
Savitar prowled across the floor and pressed his body fully against Harry's, pinning him to the wall.
"Nothing," he promised lowly, "that you will find in my bedroom would be a let down."
He felt inordinately pleased with himself when Harry's eyes blew wide and his mouth parted, licking his lips.
He leant in closer, his lips barely brushing against the shell of Harry's ear. "Now come with me."
He smirked when he heard Harry let out a breathy moan and leant back. In a normal voice he continued, "I'll show you your bedroom and let you get settled in."
Without looking back Savitar strolled down the corridor.
Harry was having trouble thinking.
Okay. That had just blew any and all higher brain function out the window.
He swallowed harshly and leant back heavily on the door. Oh Merlin. And he had to live with this guy for how long?
He didn't think the getting away would be the problem but whether or not he wanted to get away…
He shuddered and tried to get the images in his head to stop playing over and over and over and over…
Standing in the room wasn't helping his imagination any either. Gathering his strength and after making sure his legs weren't going to give out under him, he turned to follow Savitar down the hallway.
Then realised that the man had just presented him with the perfect opportunity.
He quickly palmed his wand and was about to shoot off a stunner at Savitar's unprotected back when the magic of the Oath clamped down. It felt like every nerve ending in his entire body was alight and he cried out as he spasmed sideways into the wall.
"Harry!"
Savitar was crouching right by his side, helping him as he sat up and clutched his head. Marble wasn't very soft.
"I'm good." He mumbled but Savitar didn't seem to be having any of it and scooped him up, bridal style.
Harry squeaked and wrapped his arms around Savitar's neck.
"What are you doing? Put me down!"
"You're obviously still a little drunk." Savitar countered, "If you're falling into walls. I'm going to take you to your room and you can sleep it off. I'll see you tomorrow."
"I'm not drunk." Harry pouted, but didn't protest more than that for a number of reasons. Firstly, Savitar felt really good. Secondly, Harry was still in pain from where his magic had actually turned against him. Thirdly…Harry just wanted to be carried.
Savitar quickly made his way over to the room he had just created for Harry. When the door opened to reveal dark oak furnishings trimmed with decadent red satin Savitar felt his jaw clench. Annoying subconscious.
Harry just raised an eyebrow and smirked at him.
"Subtle."
Savitar dropped him on the bed, then had to look away as Harry only watched him from his sprawled out position. "Savitar?"
Savitar clenched his hands and breathed in deeply, "I'll see you tomorrow." He told Harry and quickly left.
Harry grinned and sat up after the door had closed.
Well if the past half an hour was any indication then it seemed that maybe Savitar liked him, and there was no doubt that after the images that his brain had bombarded him with that he found him attractive.
He grin slipped and he fell back onto the bed.
It also seemed that he couldn't use any magic at all when trying to complete the Oath. Not even to prepare!
That left one question. Just how was he going to get Savitar to agree to let him undress him?
…okay, maybe it wouldn't be so hard after all…
But Harry didn't want to be like everyone else that Savitar seemed to have invited on his island. He wasn't just some toy or a…or a whore!
So that's why he was going to knock Savitar out and undress him when he was unconscious, complete the Oath, and then re-dress him and pretend to be innocent when Savitar woke up again, non the wiser.
It was fool-proof!
Now he just had to figure out how to knock Savy out without using magic.