Freedom Chains

Chapter One

Heavy hot air, suffocating and intoxicating. Loud incessant banging of hammers against nails a mile away. So loud his head pounds and throbs. He groaned, throwing a pillow over the back of his unkempt head. He's face first in his bed, his eyes shut tight not wanting to be awake.

He feels disgusting, he feels sick. He can't remember how he got home, he can't remember how he got into this bed. The hammering continues in loud slams across his head.

Hangovers were not normally a thing Harry Potter dealt with. He groaned again, and he felt dizzy. Why had he drunken so much? He couldn't even remember where he had been.

A soft movement of covers and a sudden realization that there was a presence of body heat next to him, not his own. He scurried up, his head swirling and that's when he saw him - or at least it was undoubtedly a him. The person lying face down in the bed next to him had extremely blonde hair, and pale skin.

Who do I know with blonde hair?

Harry stared at the boy thinking over all the people he knew, but failed to come up with anything. Then in this moment of confusion, the only clear thought that shot through his brain was, 'This isn't my bedroom.'

What had happened last night? He sat up, and to his relief, he was not naked, but very well near it. He was in his fancy silk boxers.

Why am I wearing these? Or better yet, just these?

If he could be frantic and incredibly sick at the same time, that was what he was. He attempted to leap out of bed, and to his great surprise and horror, he found one of his hands handcuffed to the bed post. His mortified face turned to the boy next to him who still did not stir. How was he in bed with a boy, and handcuffed...

Oh God!

He desperately tried to break free of the cuffs, but they just dug deeper into his skin.

"Shit!" Harry cried out and he yanked harder.

A low groan from the boy next to him. Harry's eyes peeled off the cuffs and he used his free hand to tap the boy.

"Wake up," Harry insisted.

The boy groaned again and began to roll over, the only problem was he rolled the wrong way and fell off the bed taking the comforter with him.

"Ouf!" the boy made a loud noise of surprise.

Harry watched the boy in silence. The blonde-haired boy quickly stood up, his back to him, his body smooth, pale, and completely uncovered.

Oh shit.

The blonde wrapped the comforter around his naked body, and turned back to pull himself onto the bed. This is when Harry saw him, pale gray eyes, slender face, and groggy expression, all of which belonged to Draco Malfoy.

Oh no, shit no! Fuck! What the hell is going on?

He didn't know which emotion to feel first, hatred, loathing, disgust, embarrassment, confusion. All of the emotions overwhelmed him as he desperately tried to break free of the chains.

The Slytherin's eyes fell onto the struggling boy for the first time, and his reaction was quite like his own, only...different.

"Oh shit!" Draco's eyes were wide; he backed up off the bed again, the comforter forgotten. He rushed towards Harry's hand.

"You're bleeding, stop moving you nit!" Draco's voice was full of concern.

"What? Bloody hell Malfoy you fucking bastard! Take these handcuffs off this instant! What the hell happened? What did you do? What did we do? What are you doing?!"

Draco ignored his questions, and was busing himself with a cloak on the ground; he pulled his wand out of the pocket and went back to Harry's hand.

"Labefacio," Draco muttered, his wand pointed at the cuffs. They loosened but not enough for his hand to slip out.

"What the hell happened?!" Harry shouted.

If he hadn't had been in such a compromising position then this would have been the time when he would be attacking him. Malfoy had been involved with Albus Dumbledore's death, he was a Death Eater. Except Harry couldn't concentrate on such things because he had woken up nearly naked next to the fowl boy.

"Calm down," Draco said easily.

"Calm down? What are you fucking mental?" Harry yelped.

"Could be."

"What the hell is going on?" Harry screamed.

"Don't you remember?" Draco asked, his face straight and unwavering.

"No, I can't remember a thing. I have a splitting headache and I'm chained to this bed with you naked next to me! That's all I fucking know Malfoy!"

"Well, you wouldn't remember, not with how much you were drinking last night," Draco said, shrugging.

"Drinking?"

"Yes."

No wonder I feel like my head's going to explode.

"Where's my wand?"

"I'm not giving it to you."

"Why not?"

Draco laughed as if amused.

"Malfoy! Get these chains off of me now!"

"You're really cute when you're mad." Draco smirked.

Harry grimaced revolted. "That's disgusting, Malfoy."

"That's not what you said-"

"-If you say 'That's not what you said last night', I swear I'm going to kill you."

"Fine," Draco said, rolling his eyes in anger. "I knew you were too fucking good to be true."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about what happened last night!" Draco hissed.

What happened last night?!

He thought back, trying to remember what he had been doing, or at least where he had been. And he remember vividly, flowers of red and yellow, laughter and tears, and a girl in a white dress. A wedding, he had been at a wedding. Who's?

"I guess I should have realized you were too good for me."

"Whatever happened last night, Malfoy, meant ABSOLUTLY nothing! You're completely disgusting, and I fucking hate you!"

"Or so you say," Draco growled, turning away from him.

"I do say! And since when have you been showing up to weddings? Aren't you off serving the Dark Lord?"

"That's kind of why you're here," Draco shrugged, slipping on his cloak.

"What are you going to do to me?"

Draco didn't answer.

"Answer me!"

When he still didn't say anything Harry started struggling with the chains again.

"Stop doing that!" Draco shouted at him, his cloak flying as he turned back to him.

Harry didn't stop as he desperately pulled the chain, his bloody wrist slowly coming out of the cuff.

"Please, you're going to make me hurt you."

Harry ignored that fact that he seemed to be pleading, that he had said 'please'. Harry's hand came free at the same moment that Draco rushed towards him. Harry lunged at him, knocking him down and attempting to take his wand.

"Get off!" Draco shouted.

The Gryffindor felt the air knocked out of him as Draco punched him; and he received a kick that backed him into the wall. The last thing he remembered was seeing Draco standing over him, his wand pointed straight at his chest, and everything going dark.