Nied is Not Enough

Chapter 14

Harry knocked a few times, as it was 7:30 and Draco was not in the hallway. He took down Draco's privacy wards and opened the door. One of the things Harry learned quite quickly was that he and Draco used almost identical magic and it was nearly impossible for either of them to come up with a spell the other didn't know the counter for. That, Harry learned, was the way Draco had entered his rooms so often to leave the dreamless sleep draught at the beginning of the year.

"Draco?... You in here?" There was no sign of movement from the rooms. He stepped in and looked around a bit. On the back of Draco's couch was the shirt he had been wearing earlier in the day. Harry picked it up and held it to his nose, deeply inhaling the blonde's scent. Merlin, he loved the way Draco smelled.

"Ahem..."

Harry dropped the shirt and spun to face Draco who was leaning against the doorframe in a full-length black overcoat. One of his eyebrows was raised and his arms were crossed. "Find something you like, Potter?"

Harry nodded. Draco slowly raised his hand to point at Harry. He turned his hand over and motioned for Harry to come to him. Without being able to control himself, Harry was walking toward the blond. It felt as though he had no control over his body as the blond kissed him. Draco smirked after the kiss. Harry leaned in for another kiss, but Draco put up his hand, stopping Harry from moving any closer.

"Are you ready?"

Again, Harry nodded. //Draco...why can't I control myself? //

"That would be because you are holding up your end of the wager. If you recall, you agreed to bend to my will for 24 hours. You have approximately 23 hours, fifty-eight minutes and a few seconds to go. Enjoy it." He placed his finger on the end of Harry's nose and wiggled it around.

"You've got me under an Imperius? That's... that's...Draco, you can't..."

Draco placed his fingertips on Harry's lips, which disallowed him to speak. "No, love. It's a simple bargain charm. It can't be released, except by me. You could try to counter it, but it would end up leaving you a bit uncomfortable. Unless, that is, you like to be manacled...It's completely legal. I believe the Weasel's brothers came up with it after some kind of mishap with a cheating gambler."

Harry's eyes widened in shock. The Weasel? Draco removed his fingertips from Harry's lips, allowing him to speak again. "Draco, you haven't called him that in...in...a long time!" Harry was losing his composure quickly. How could Draco do this to him?

Draco pressed himself against Harry's body and leaned his mouth to Harry's ear. "Just a nickname," he breathed. "He calls me ferret." Draco held the 'f' sound longer than he usually would have and let the 't' slide into Harry's melting ear. Harry wanted so badly to lean his ear into that hot mouth, but couldn't move.

Draco stood straight again and looked at Harry with playfully devious eyes. "Shall we, then?" He stepped away from Harry and walked down the hall. Without turning around, he told Harry to replace the privacy wards on his rooms. Harry had no choice but to do it. Draco snapped his fingers and Harry was forced to catch up with him at the Dungeon's entrance.

The walk to Hogsmeade was not pleasant as Harry tried his hardest to fight Draco's will. He tried to walk ahead and Draco stopped him, mid-step. He tried to speak his mind about the situation and Draco wouldn't allow him to speak.

"You better be a good pet, Potter. You'll get rewarded for good behavior, punished for bad."

Harry was enraged by the thought of being a 'pet.' "I will not be your bloody dog, Malfoy."

Draco stopped in his tracks, forcing Harry to stop also. He turned to the dark-haired man and stepped closely to him. His eyes seemed mercurial in the winter moonlight. "You will be whatever I want you to be. Now let's stop this foolish power struggle and enjoy our evening out."

They continued the walk to Hogsmeade in silence. Draco wouldn't acknowledge Harry's anger, the protestation, and finally the pleading through their subconscious link. Harry trudged alongside Draco, pouting.

They finally reached the designated portkey area that would take them to their destination. Draco asked Harry to close his eyes after they reached wherever they were going and Harry was, unfortunately, compelled to comply. "I hate surprises, Draco."

"I know you do. That's why I'm doing it this way. You need to let go." He gave Harry a quick kiss on the cheek and they held the portkey between them. "Just a few more seconds..."

Harry felt the familiar tug behind his belly button and was lost in the pull of space. He felt his hit feet solid ground, but still couldn't open his eyes. He reached around until he found Draco's hand.

"Can I see, yet?" Harry pleaded.

"Not yet. Keep them closed." He smiled and added as an afterthought, "Like you have any choice." He pulled Harry by the hand and they began walking.

Harry could hear traffic and smell exhaust and rubbish. He decided they must be in a city. Draco pulled him along the sidewalk for several blocks and Harry began smelling food.

Harry had never trusted someone like this. Even if Draco hadn't put the bargain charm on him, he still would have held his eyes closed. It was slightly scary to think that he, Harry Potter, was being led around, blind, by one of his past worst enemies, in an unknown area where he could be recognized or killed or something he wasn't prepared for. I must really love this git.

//I heard that. //

Harry tripped over his own feet and stumbled into Draco's shoulder. The blond caught him and steadied him. "Open your eyes, Harry."

Harry blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the light. Draco stood smiling before him, hands still steadying him. "Here we are. Now I expect you to be a perfect gentleman. You can do that, can't you, Mr. Potter?"

With that, Harry took Draco by the elbow and opened the door for him. "Whatever is your will, Mr. Malfoy." Harry gave a short bow and ushered the man into the restaurant.

Draco's smirk was turned on high as Harry removed Draco's long coat and handed it to a young man. He removed his own coat and did the same. After removing Draco's jacket, he realized that Draco was wearing a magicked shirt, which changed from deep red to gold under the lights in the entry foyer. It looked as though it were made of velvet as it soaked up the light, allowing no reflection. When Draco moved, however, it would slightly change. Harry smiled as the Gryffindor colors wrapped around the blond. He noted the subtlety of Draco's choice and couldn't help but to send Draco a small comment. // I told you you'd look good in red. //

Draco turned quickly and gave Harry a short glare. //Behave, pet. //

"Mr. Malfoy, your table awaits." The maitre d' led them through a great room filled with highly decorated tables and patrons. As they passed, each table stopped eating or quieted their conversation to watch. It wasn't often that two exquisitely handsome men entered a restaurant such as this without equally exquisitely beautiful women on their arms.

Draco must have let Harry have some control back because as they walked, Harry reached up to remove a bit of fuzz from Draco's shoulder. He let his hand slide down the blonde's back and rest momentarily on his hip. He heard a small gasp and looked at the long table they were walking next to. All of the women at the table were eyeing the two men. One had her napkin up to her mouth, eyes wide in surprise. Harry smirked, raised his eyebrow, and, while staring directly at the woman, let his hand fall the rest of the way onto Draco's backside. This is going to be fun...

They followed the maitre d' through a set of doors to another room with only one table in the center of it. Harry stepped in front of Draco and pulled out the chair for him. They settled into their table with a glass of wine.

After a bit, Draco set his napkin down next to a half-full plate and reached across the table to take Harry's hand. "Are you enjoying yourself, Mr. Potter?"

Harry nodded and gave Draco a small grin. He had been to nice restaurants before, but not one in which a different waiter came in every few minutes to refill wine glasses, water glasses, keep the breadbasket filled, etc. This was quite new for Harry, as he never bothered with high society and fancy dinners.

"I'm glad, love. Now, it's time to play." Draco looked across the table at him with lowered and devious eyes.

Harry wasn't sure exactly what Draco had in mind, but he had seen that look before and knew it meant one thing: Draco was going to try and get him in trouble. Harry let out a small groan as Draco's voice filled his head.

//You need to control yourself for this, Harry. Move very slowly and very carefully and follow all of my instructions. Do you understand? Good. Every time one of the waiters comes in here, you need to act like we are enjoying our meal and nothing else.//

Harry felt a sense of dread fill the pit of his stomach and slowly creep its way to his limbs.

//If it gets to be too much, we can stop, but I'm telling you right now Harry, I fully intend to push you to your limits.//

Draco smirked at the slack-jawed Harry across the table from him. "Please continue eating, Harry."

Harry had no choice but to continue eating his meal. He had no idea what Draco had in store for him. The excitement was almost overwhelming as he waited for his instructions from the blond. Harry began to feel slightly warm. He couldn't decide if the rise in temperature was his own nervous excitement or the room itself getting warmer.

//I want you to ask the next waiter that comes in for some ice.//

Harry nodded and took a small bite of lamb. The bread waiter came in and Harry looked directly at him and asked for a large bowl of ice. Slightly taken aback at being spoken directly to, the waiter shifted his eyes immediately down and bowed to him. Within moments, the waiter had left and returned with a glass chalice filled with crystal clear ice.

Draco continued eating his meal and Harry noticed that he quickly flicked his pinky finger. Harry had to keep eating as per Draco's instructions as he watched one of the pieces of ice rise from the chalice and move slowly through the air toward him.

//Lean your head over to the right, Harry.//

As he did so, the ice lightly grazed the skin on his neck, sending chills over the left side of his body. He had to stop chewing for a moment and take in a deep breath to compose himself. The ice pushed its way down the inside of his turtleneck and ran across the back of his neck. He took in another sharp breath as it slowly slid down the back of his sweater and down his spine. Harry didn't think he could sit any straighter, but somehow managed to lengthen his torso as the ice moved further and further down. It was almost completely melted as it reached his lower back; a small bead of water rolled between his skin and the waist of his pants. His eyes rolled slightly behind his eyelids and he kept chewing.

Another piece of ice was floating through the air toward him. He instinctively moved his head to the left as the ice touched his skin once again. This piece, instead of moving down his back, moved to his chest and was followed by yet another piece. Both melting pieces were trailing over his chest, leaving cool trails along his skin. Simultaneously, the pieces moved over his nipples, eliciting a groan from Harry.

Draco smirked as he took another bite of his meal. The water waiter was refilling Harry's glass as the moan escaped.

Quickly covering his embarrassment, Harry said, "This food is so good." He could feel his cheeks burning as he looked across the table to see Draco swirling the last bit of wine in his glass, barely able to keep his smirk contained.

The wine waiter filled the men's glasses once more. Harry could feel the warmth from the wine reaching his ears. Draco had charmed the ice so that when it melted on his skin, the trails stayed wet. Every time Harry moved even slightly, it was as if the ice was sliding along his skin again. After a few minutes, Harry became accustomed to the sensation and could pretty much ignore it. He continued eating without disruption.

"I see, Mr Potter, that you will be harder to break than I thought," Draco said with an annoyed tone. "Let's try something else, shall we?"

Draco removed a small object from his pants pocket and set it on the table. Harry glanced at it and continued eating. He knew perfectly well what the small blue ball was: a praesum. He had confiscated one from the home of a Deatheater several years ago and had found it to be quite fascinating. These little objects were quite rare indeed as they were one of the few things in the magical world that could change into anything with the will of the owner. Harry's thoughts were bounding through his head, wondering what Draco had planned for this little device and him.

Harry kept feeding himself, anticipating what was to come. Draco sat back in his chair and cocked his head to the side. Under his right index finger, Draco rolled the praesum back and forth on the table in small circles. He kept his finger moving in small circles but moved his hand up so it was no longer touching the blue ball. It kept moving in small circles on the tablecloth.

Harry was almost entranced by the small movement of the ball; he stopped mid-chew to watch it. Draco splayed his fingers in the air and the ball stopped moving. He didn't move his eyes from Harry's eyes as he set his hand on the table. The praesum moved slowly at first, rolling toward Draco's fingertips. It picked up just a little speed and jumped from the tablecloth to the back of Draco's hand. From there, it rolled up his forearm, and upper arm, stopping at his shoulder. He winked at Harry, turned his head to the side and whispered, "Connubia Tormen."

Harry's heart sped up in his chest. Draco had just ordered the praesum to sexually torture him...in a restaurant...in front of other people...oh Gods.

The little blue ball fell from Draco's shoulder and rolled under the table and out of Harry's sight. "Remember, Harry, I will push you to your limits."

Harry quickly and repeatedly reminded himself to never, ever, ever again make a bet with one Draco Malfoy. He nearly choked as the praesum found its way inside his pant legs. It must have divided itself because it was touching both of his calves. At first, it was a light, almost tickling sensation; like the slightest breeze touching the hairs on his lower legs. He could handle it.

"So, Harry, I was wondering...what are your thoughts on the differences between wandless and wand magic?" // Don't try and back out of the conversation.//

Draco leaned forward slightly; acting interested in what Harry was about to say. His eyes shone the slightest bit of utter enjoyment as Harry struggled to concentrate.

The praesum had changed into something that felt like small warm fingers gently massaging his legs. "I find that wandless magic takes much more, mmmm, control than magic with a wand." He took a bite of food to stifle another little groan. The praesum moved up the backs of his legs and found the highly sensitive areas behind his knees.

"Please, continue." Draco leaned forward a bit more, anticipating Harry's next reaction.

Harry adjusted his legs under the table so more of the backs of his knees were exposed. "Well, for instance, in order for someone to, say, bring something to them, instead of flaiiiiiling the wand around...," the praesum suddenly felt like two tongues grazing his skin, "and saying some silly word, they, erm, they well...they ..."

Draco leaned forward a bit more, resting his chin on his fisted hand. "Uh-huh..."

Harry was almost squirming in his chair. Control. "They have to be fully aware of the area around them, their own innate magic and the intensity of the magic they must use to bring said object to them." Ha.

"So, why is it that students are taught to use their wands then?" Draco lifted his chin to ask and replaced it on his fist.

Harry set his fork down next to his plate and rested his forearms on the table in front of him. "Students must first learn the theories and incantations behind the MAGIC!" He couldn't help but almost scream the word as the praesum moved quickly from the back of each knee up his inner thighs, finally meeting at his already aching crotch.

Two of the buss boys were clearing off the empty plates as Harry shouted 'magic.' They both jumped, nearly knocking the plates off the table. Draco's grin was quite wide at this point. He was enjoying it far too much for Harry's taste.

"Keep going, Harry. I'm really interested in what you think on the subject." Draco's pupils were slightly dilated and Harry noticed that he was breathing slightly harder than usual.

The praesum formed some kind of warm sheath around Harry's erection, causing his eyes to roll back into his head and shudder his breathing. Trying his hardest to focus on the conversation, Harry continued speaking through whatever the praesum was doing to him. "When... a student... encounters their ooooown innate magic for the first time..." his knuckles were white from holding the edge of the table; "...it's like they have discovered some secret parrrt of themselves."

Draco's chin was almost at his chest as his eyes kept tight to Harry. He pulled the corner of his upper lip into his mouth and rolled it between his teeth. As his lip slid loose from his teeth, his tongue skimmed his lips, leaving them slick and slightly red.

Watching Draco's reaction to him was as arousing as the praesum which now felt quite warm and wet sliding back and forth on him. Harry was quite thankful for the floor length table cloth which hid all of this from view of the waiters.

Draco glanced at the door and waved his hand, locking it from the inside.

The smallest, "ohh, Merlin," escaped his lips as he felt Draco enter his mind. The two men stared at each other intensely, breathing shallowly and in unison as the praesum sped up and slowed. Harry had a difficult time keeping his eyes open as he came closer and closer to climaxing, but the link between he and Draco kept him from doing so.

Draco's knuckles were now white as he held the edge of the table. He and Harry were sharing the same experience with the praesum. Both men let out a groan as the praesum stopped moving back and forth.

A smaller part of the once-blue-ball flattened itself out and cupped around Harry, finally finding its way to his entrance. Harry took in a sharp breath as the praesum put a slight pressure there. He heard Draco's voice telling him to relax. He leaned forward slightly and grabbed Draco's hands from the table's edge. With what control he had, Harry pushed himself up slightly from his chair, leaning his ribcage on the table for leverage. The praesum increased the pressure until Harry finally gave way, allowing it to slide into him. It burned a little but neither of the men cared as the burning changed into pleasure. The larger part of the praesum began moving slowly, with a slight squeezing motion, while the smaller part began moving unhurriedly in and out of Harry.

Harry had never in his life experience this sensory overload before. The combination of the praesum, ice trails, the need to be quiet in the restaurant, Draco's arousal and Draco inside his mind, Harry was on the verge of tears. He gripped Draco's hands tighter and pulled himself away from his chair a bit more.

Then it struck.

Harry tensed his entire body as the smaller part of the praesum grazed his prostate. He couldn't handle it anymore and let go. It sounded as though he were standing under a waterfall; wind and water rushing by his ears. The room seemed black around him; Draco being the only other thing in the world. The water pitcher which had been sitting on a cart exploded, followed by the glasses on their table and several of the light bulbs in the chandelier.

Draco let go of Harry's right hand and held up his own hand, stopping all the glass mid-air. The small shards of glass captured what light was left in the room, hanging like small stars around the two men. After a few moments, Draco waved his hand again, putting all the glass back from whence it came.

The Praesum slowly and carefully pulled itself away from Harry, and rolled down his pant leg onto the floor, cleaning him up as it went. Harry slumped back into his chair, still breathing shallowly. He couldn't think to speak. All he could do was stare into the eyes of his enemy-turned-lover. He had never before climaxed like that; his skin tingled everywhere and he suddenly felt like crying.

Draco pushed his chair away from the table, still holding Harry's left hand, and walked around to him. He pulled Harry from his chair, wrapping his arms around the shivering man. Harry buried his face in Draco's neck and let out a few sobs before relaxing completely into the blond.

"Shhhh...I've got you," Draco whispered into Harry's hair. "I've got you." And he did, in every sense of the words.