Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
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Published: 03/26/2002
Updated: 05/21/2002
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The Marks We Bear


Story Summary:
Draco is changed by events occurring over the summer between his 4th and 5th years. When he gets back to school Harry finds him a very different kind of distraction than the old Draco Malfoy. Harry/Draco slash. My stories are available in their full and up to date form on archiveofourown.

Chapter 14

Chapter Summary:
Draco is changed by events occuring over the summer between his 4th and 5th years. When he gets back to school Harry finds him a very different kind of distraction than the old Draco Malfoy. Harry/Draco slash.

Chapter 14
Friday 10th Oct cont.

When Harry pulled away he looked mischievous. "What say we finish what we started," he suggested running his hands down Draco's chest.

Draco smiled and pulled out his wand, pointing it at the curtains he incanted, "Claudo Velum, Velum Silencio Totalis." He turned back to Harry. "So," he said conversationally. "Just how long do you think Weasley will last trying not to think about what we're doing behind these curtains?"

"I think you're enjoying this a little bit more than you ought to be," Harry teased him.

"Maybe," Draco admitted. "Are you saying you don't love being able to do this right under their noses?"

Harry blushed a little. "Would I be a complete pervert if I said maybe?"

Draco grinned and pushed Harry onto his back again, straddling his thighs he ran the tip of his wand over Harry's lips and down his neck. "Want to bet Granger's sitting staring at the curtains and just wishing she could see through them."

Harry gasped as Draco ran his wand over Harry's nipple. "I bet if she wanted to she could use a spell to see right through them, she's pretty... resourceful."

Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry in curiosity. "You're getting off on that aren't you?" he asked in surprise.

Harry squinted at him as Draco stopped teasing his chest. "Aren't you?"

Draco shrugged and dropped down so his arms were resting on Harry's chest, he kissed Harry's chin. "I just like irritating them, it doesn't turn me on. I'm not really much of an exhibitionist."

Harry looked away in embarrassment. "You must think I'm really wierd."

"Of course I don't," Draco protested. "We're not always going to be into exactly the same stuff."

"I want us to be though," said Harry.

"If we were exactly the same it'd take half the fun out of life," Draco told him. "So what other perverse little desires are you harbouring?" he asked teasingly. "I think the night before our possibly impending doom is a good time to indulge any little fantasies you might have."

"There is no impending doom," Harry insisted. "And I don't have any perverse fantasies." The fact he went bright red after saying that made it obvious he was lying.

"Come on, you can tell me." Draco looked faintly embarassed himself. "You know I don't know much about this stuff. I always thought sex was something people who had nothing more important to do wasted their time with." He gave a self-deprecating chuckle. "I guess I had a nerve calling Granger repressed." He turned serious again. "So I want you to tell me what you want, anything you want. Cause despite my suave exterior I really don't have a clue what I'm doing or what you'd like."

Harry looked touched but nervous. "I don't know if I can... I mean... talking about stuff somehow seems harder than doing it. More embarassing." He looked thoughtful then rolled them over so he was on top. "Why don't you let me show you instead?"

Draco let Harry press him into the bed and kiss him but then rolled them back over. "No, I think I'd rather get you all hot and bothered," he told Harry. "I love it when you blush." He pinned Harry's hands over his head and kissed him. "Tell me something you want, something you're embarassed to ask for," he demanded.

Harry stared up at him and Draco could see the desire to speak there, the fear and the excitement mingling together. Harry licked his lips nervously, there were a hundred things running through his mind but he wasn't sure if he could get the words out to ask for most of them. "You could... you could..."

"Could what?" Draco asked huskily.

"Tie me up," Harry blurted out, just saying the words making his cock twitch.

Draco smiled a slow lazy smile, bathing in Harry's mixed expression of shame and want. "I can definitely work with that," he said. He bent down and captured Harry's lips as he pulled his torso up off the bed and stripped away his pyjama top. He laid him back down in the center of the bed and stretched his arms out to either side, running his hands over them. Then he took hold of Harry's right wrist and pointed his wand. "Good thing we covered bondage in my Evil Overlords Summer Camp," he remarked, repressing the memories that accompanied his recollection of the correct spell by focusing on the present. Remarkably easy to do with Harry looking at him like that. "Evincio Funis," he said with a quirky half-smile and ropes spun out of his wand and wrapped themselves around Harry's wrist, fastening it securely to the bedframe.


"Ron stood up and began pacing the room, glancing tensely at the closed curtains. After a few minutes he went over to Hermione and whispered urgently, "You think maybe they've just fallen asleep? I don't hear anything."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I very much doubt they'd go at it without putting some sort of silencing charm on the curtains first," she told him.

Ron looked aghast.

"What do you think that was about?" she mused. "Did you see his face?"

"What?" said Ron distractedly. "Who's face? Do you think we should insist they leave the curtains open so they can't... you know..."

"Malfoy's face," answered Hermione, ignoring the rest of what Ron said. "He looked like he'd seen a ghost... no that's not quite it... it was more like he'd hurt himself and was trying to hide it."

"What are you on about, Herm."

"When I made that remark about Death Eater orgies this pain flashed across his face before he went completely blank and all the colour drained out of him. Then Harry came haring out of the bathroom like some over-protective mother bear and just about bit my head off. It was really wierd."

"You probably hit the nail right on the head," said Ron. "I mean that's the sort of thing Death Eaters probably get up to when there aren't any Muggles to torture, wild orgies. God knows what perverted stuff he's doing to Harry in there with all that experience behind him. You should stop them, Harry'll listen to you."

"Wild horses couldn't persuade me to go anywhere near that bed," said Hermione firmly. "There're some things I just don't need to see and whatever they might be doing is definitely one of them."

"We're supposed to be keeping an eye on them, we can't do that if they're hidden away behind silencing charms. Malfoy could strangle him and we wouldn't even hear him gasping for help."

"Pain is not what I'm worried about hearing him gasp in," said Hermione wryly. "I think you're getting a little over-obsessed with what they're doing, should I be worried?" She gave him a teasing look.


"I'm just concerned that you want to spend all this time we've got alone here talking about what Harry and Malfoy might be doing. I might start to think you'd rather be in there with them than out here with me."

"Hermione! I.... oh..." Ron stopped and stared at her. "Um..."

Hermione looked down nervously. "I just thought... maybe... we could talk or something." She looked up at him hopefully.

For a moment Ron forgot entirely about the two boys on the other bed and turned his entire attention to the intense butterflies Hermione had just caused to appear in his stomach. "So... ah... what do you want to talk about?"

Hermione sighed and looked down at her hands. "Sometimes I think I should just give up and find someone who at least has half a clue," she muttered.

"What? No, don't do that! I'm not that bad am I?"

Hermione looked up. "Let me put it this way... yes."

"I'm sorry... so... " Ron looked helpless. "I just don't know what I'm supposed to do!" he said desperately.

"Well, what do you want to do?" asked Hermione impatiently.

Ron blushed. "I don't think I should answer that," he said akwardly.

Hermione blushed too. "Oh... I see." She stood up, looking conflicted, then said, "Well then I suppose I'll just have to then, won't I?"

"Have to what?"

She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a clumsy liplock.

"Mmmmph!" said Ron.


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Draco squeezed the hand that was draped over his chest and turned his head to kiss him. "I love you just the way you are," he told him.

Harry was silent a moment. "I love you too," he said softly, wondering if Draco had meant the word that way or not... hoping he had.

Draco didn't say anything further and after a little while they both fell asleep.

Saturday Oct 11th

Harry woke up feeling stiff and definitely in need of a shower. Draco lay spooned in front of him, still asleep, and Harry was suddenly strongly aware of the way their bodies were pressed together. He lay slightly on top of the other boy, arms wrapped around his torso and one leg thrown over him. His morning erection was nudging against Draco's buttock and if he hadn't needed to pee quite so desperately he might have been tempted to wake the other boy and do something about it. But he really needed to pee.

Harry pulled his left arm out carefully from under Draco's body and cast around for his pyjamas, he couldn't see them anywhere... or Draco's for that matter. "Shit!" he swore and stuck his head out of the curtains to see if anyone was looking. He was momentarily disoriented to find he wasn't in his domitory and then even more so when he saw that Draco and he weren't the only ones spooning in bed. Although Ron and Hermione were still fully dressed as far as he could tell and had only a blanket pulled over them. They were fast asleep.

He suddenly remembered why he wasn't in his dorm... it was Saturday. Fuck, it was Saturday! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. He sprang out of bed despite his lack of clothing and ran to the bathroom to find his watch. Once he got to it he stood there stupidly, realising he didn't know what time the attack was supposed to take place anyway. The time was 9.52am. It might have started already for all he knew.

He took a leak then walked numbly back through and tried to get back into the bed but couldn't get the curtains open. "Fuck!" he swore again. He'd left his wand on the bed somewhere and the Claudo Velum charm was still in place. "Bollocks!"

"Wha..." said a bleary voice from behind him.

He spun around to find Hermione opening her eyes. She looked at him in mild, sleepy confusion. "Harry? Why are you naked?"

Harry looked down at himself. "Um..." The bathroom, where his clothes were, suddenly seemed very far away. He scanned the floor for any sign of his pyjamas.

"What on earth happened to you?" she gasped in shock as she woke up enough to take in the rope burns on his wrists and the bites and bruises all over his thighs, stomach and chest.

"Er..." Harry covered his privates with his hands, he really wished he weren't suddenly hard enough to drive nails through wood. "I'm... uh... going to go back to the bathroom now," he stuttered and ran for it leaving Hermione staring after him in complete shock.

A moment later she was banging on the bathroom door. "Harry?" she called. "Harry, open the door. Whatever happened we can talk about it? Everything's going to be all right."

"Oh, no," moaned Harry to himself. "Hermione, go away! It's not what you think," he told her through the door.

"Harry, I'm going to go wake Ron now. I'm so sorry. We won't let him hurt you anymore, you don't need to be afraid."

//Fuck!// Harry grabbed his robes and pulled them on then ran out the bathroom to stop her. "Hermione, no!" When he got out she was already shaking Ron awake. "I told you, it's not what you think."

Ron sat up blearily, "'m awake."

"Hermione I'm fine, I swear."

Hermione had that sympathetic, worried, understanding look on again. "Harry, I know you find it hard to talk about personal things," she said carefully. "But I saw the bruises, you don't have to pretend."

"Look," said Harry, trying to stay calm. "I know I said you were wrong before about the gay thing, and you were right, but this is different. I'm not in denial. I know what it looks like but everything's fine."

"What's going on?" asked Ron.

"You were right," Hermione told him. "Malfoy's been hurting Harry. I should have listened to you..."

"He has not!"

"What did he do?" Ron came to his feet. "I'll knock his head off."

"It's nothing!"

"What's with all the yelling?" Draco stuck his head through the curtains looking sleepy.

Ron immediately grabbed him by the ears and hauled him off the bed. "You evil little bastard, what did you do to him!"

Draco fell onto the floor, completely starkers, clutching his wand in one hand. "Get off me," he protested in surprise.

Harry strode forward and put himself between Ron and Draco. "Stop it, Ron!"

"You don't have to protect him, Harry," said Hermione. "You deserve better than this." It sounded rather like she'd read the leaflets on abusive relationships as well as the ones on homosexuality.

"I'm protecting him because he hasn't done anything wrong!" Harry yelled in irritation. "I'm a little bruised, it's nothing."

"It's not nothing," said Hermione.

Ron caught hold of the arm Harry was using to keep him away from Draco. "Bloody hell, these look like rope marks," he exclaimed.

Harry went red from more than anger. "That's because they are," he muttered. "Now let go and back off, okay."

"You're not telling me he... and you... and you let him?"

"I asked him to," said Harry, thoroughly humiliated and not being helped by the fact that his dick seemed to find all of this very exciting. "Not that it's any of your business."

"I don't understand," said Hermione.

Ron stepped back looking very embarrassed. "Hermione, I think you may have over-reacted."

"What do you mean, he's covered in bruises," Hermione protested. "Harry, show him."

Harry folded his robes tighter around his body. "Ron, will you get her to back off."

Ron was eyeing him in a mixture of disgust at who he had been messing about with and curiosity as to exactly what they'd been doing and whether it had been fun. "I'll talk to her," he said finally. He turned and hauled Hermione into the far corner by her arm.

Harry turned around in exhaustion. "Bugger," he said softly.

Draco looked at him in bemused silence.

"Sorry about that," Harry told him.

Draco shook his head. "I can think of less stressful ways to wake up, that's for sure." He reached out and ran his hand down Harry's chest. "I need a shower and so do you."

Harry smiled. "Shall we go lock ourselves in the bathroom for a while?"

"Good plan. Let Weasley explain the birds and bees to Granger, it might take a while."

Harry rolled his eyes and led Draco into the bathroom.


When they came back out, both fully dressed and with Harry's wrists healed (though he had insisted on keeping the rest of his marks for the time being), Hermione was sitting in one of the armchairs reading a book. When she saw them she flushed red and looked away.

"Everything alright now?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," said Ron giving Draco the evil eye. "And I'm dying to use the bathroom, you took your time." He got up and disappeared into the bathroom.

"Sorry," Harry called after him. He walked over to his bed. "Take the charm off will you, Drake. I left my wand on the bed."

Draco cocked his eyebrow at the nickname and Harry smiled at him. He shook his head, "You realise no-one else would get away with that. Finite Incantatum." He pulled the curtains open and the two of them looked down at the disaster they'd left in their wake. The whole bed stunk of sex and the sheets were a wreck.

Harry sighed and began to strip the covers aside looking for his wand and their pyjamas, once he'd found them he turned back to Draco, "Give me a hand with this." The two of them remade the bed and then sat down. Harry was starting to remember what had got him so distracted this morning. "Do you think it's started yet?" he asked Draco quietly.

"Don't know."

Harry reached over and took Draco's hand.

Ron came back out of the bathroom and scowled at them, but said nothing.

Harry had a sudden thought. "Did you tell anyone where you were going?"

"Course not," answered Ron.

Harry looked at them in horror. "You moron, there's going to be a pitched battle up there. If you're missing they'll think you've been kidnapped or killed. Didn't you even leave a note?"

"I did," said Hermione suddenly.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and forgave her slightly for this morning's little melodrama.

"I left a note on my bed, I just said Ron and I were with you and that we were safe. I figured that would tell them what they needed to know without telling them anything they shouldn't."

Harry nodded. "Good, that's good."

"I'm... sorry about earlier," she said in a subdued tone.

"I'm not sure it's me you should apologise to," Harry found himself saying.

"Oh... um... " Hermione looked at Draco. "I'm... sorry. I jumped to the wrong conclusion."

Draco just nodded akwardly. "Forget it," he said.

Hermione nodded too then got up to take her turn in the bathroom.

Once she was gone Harry turned to Ron. "So..." he began conversationally. "You and Hermione looked pretty cosy before all hell broke loose."

Ron blushed. "We were just sleeping," he muttered.

Harry grinned. "Sure you were. So, did you kiss her?"

Ron couldn't help but grin a bit too. "Maybe," he answered coyly.

Draco made a derisive noise. "Bet she had to kiss you first."

Ron ducked his head in embarrassment at the truth of Draco's statement. "Did not."

Harry laughed. "She did too, didn't she?"

"Shut up. At least I didn't spend the night doing unspeakably disgusting things with a Slytherin."

"Bet I had more fun than you did," Harry told him smugly, refusing to be embarrassed in front of Ron now that the whole gay thing was way out there. After all they'd watched each other jack off, what was there to be embarrassed about really?

Ron shook his head. "How did you go from Harry the prude to Harry the slut so fast?"

"I was just wondering how you went from the Ron who couldn't get enough of Seamus to the Ron who couldn't get any out of Hermione," Harry retorted with amusement.

"Harry!" Ron gave a complicated gesture that seemed to mean 'don't talk about what we do in the privacy of our dorm room in front of Malfoy'.

"I've already heard about what you get up to and to be honest I'm really not interested in who you mess about with as long as it's not Harry," said Draco. "Although I suppose I ought to thank you for teaching him that useful little lubrication charm. It was much appreciated."

Ron made a face and was about to reply when Hermione came back out the bathroom and he promptly shut his mouth again.

"I'm starving," said Harry, partly to break the silence and partly cause he had suddenly realised he was starving. "What's for breakfast?"

They passed the next couple of hours fairly amicably, eating and playing cards, the misunderstanding earlier seemed to have released some of the tension between the two couples. Ron and Draco still sniped at each other but it seemed more out of habit than anything and although Ron cast dark looks at them when Harry, and it was invariably Harry, made physical contact with Draco he didn't pass comment. However as time passed things grew strained, conversation was stilted, Harry was visibly worried and Draco had retired to the bed to be nervous in peace. Eventually Harry threw down his cards in mid hand and stalked over to the bed as well. He lay down with his head pillowed on Draco's stomach and his knees curled up and they simply rested there holding hands in silence, Draco running his fingers through Harry's hair and staring over at the sealed door. The two boys tension rubbed off on Ron and Hermione and they too found themselves unable to concentrate on anything, finally they just sat together in one of the armchairs. Watching. Waiting.

When something finally happened they were all so surprised that it took them precious moments to react. One moment the room was still, the next moment there was a tall, slim man in a black cloak and white Death Eater mask standing among them. Before any of them even raised a wand he bellowed, "Stupefy."

Then everything went black.

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Sorry for this chapter being a bit short but maybe the longer adult scene (which you can't read on this site) will make up for it. Wondering how the hell a Death Eater got into the room? All will be revealed.