Freedom Chains

Chapter Three

The two boys clinging onto the ragged sock came falling into the empty Entrance Hall of the Malfoy Manor.

"Ouf!" Harry groaned and then let out a low giggle.

Draco's eyes turned sharply to him as he stood up. He had done nearly everything he was told to do with even less effort then he had imagined.

"Where are we?" Harry asked as Draco helped him from the ground.

"My house," he answered.

"Oh. It's so big."

Harry stumbled back against the wall, dragging Draco with him. He felt his stomach turn as his body pressed against the Gryffindor's. Harry looked up at him, but didn't push him away and he leaned down to kiss him.

Harry threw his arms around his neck and kissed him hard. His hands moved to remove Harry's shirt and Harry stumbled again and the two tumbled to the floor. Their lips stayed pressed together as they fell, and he felt Harry's hands roam up his bare skin.

He quickly pulled away and brought Harry to his feet again. The boy stood there, shirt half open, looking incredibly appealing. Draco quickly tore his eyes away; they certainly couldn't get caught snogging by his mother.

He took Harry upstairs, leading him by the hand. Harry followed easily, that was, until they arrived a few doors away from his bedroom. Harry stopped moving completely and their hands flew apart. Draco turned around.

"Come on," he told him.

"Draco Malfoy?" Harry suddenly asked.

Well spotted. He nodded and held his breath, what was Harry going to do?

"Y-y-you-you're..."

"A Death Eater?"

Harry shook his head. "...Really sexy."

He smirked; Harry was completely out of it.

"I never noticed it before," Harry continued.

He took his hand again, and Harry followed him into his bedroom.

He was told to lock Harry up, to make sure he didn't escape - but right now it wasn't likely for Harry to go anywhere and so Draco wasn't bothering himself to knock Harry out quite yet.

He grabbed Harry's waist and pushed him towards the bed.

I have Harry Potter in my goddamn room! I'm not going to waste this chance.

Draco forgot about playing it cool, he lost control of himself completely, and he pinned Harry beneath him and the two pulled each other into an embrace. He fumbled with his shirt as he ran kisses down Harry's chest and he let out a low moan.

His pants were lost in a struggle of kisses and so were Harry's. Harry's silk boxers brushed up against his bare skin and sent shivers of excitement through him. Draco's kisses were beginning to become more rushed and needy against Harry's mouth, and the taste of alcohol began to fill his brain. The only reason Harry was doing this...the alcohol, Draco pulled away and Harry frowned greatly.

"What are you..." Harry started to say.

"You don't want this," he said as he straddled the boy.

"Yes I do," Harry insisted. "I want you."

Draco's body shivered at the words.

Oh fuck.

He got off the bed, leaving Harry alone. "You're drunk."

"I know," Harry said. "But I still want this." Harry sat up his hair falling into his face.

"That's what you say now," he said. "But you don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes I do!" Harry protested. "We're perfect together."

"Oh, are we?" Draco held his breath, Harry didn't mean it.

"Yes. Now come back over here."

Draco fought the urge to ravish him...he had wanted this for a very long time. He had had dreams and nightmares about it, but always, Harry had wanted it too. He bit his lower lip and shut his eyes, why was he having a conscious now? He shouldn't care that Harry didn't want him, he was acting like he wanted him now!

Fuck.

"Just go to sleep," he said in one breath.

Draco turned away from him, and there was silence as he went to retrieve the handcuffs. These had been in his family for ages...used for purposes that even Draco didn't want to think about. He turned back to Harry, who had fallen asleep. He cursed himself as he chained the boy's arm to his bed - at least in the morning he'd be able to see the boy again, that was something.

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"Can I have my glasses back, Malfoy?" Harry asked, shooting him an unknown look.

Silently and slowly he picked up Harry's glasses and pushed them onto the boy's face. He had looked really amazing without his glasses, his eyes were so much more vibrant...but the glasses made him who he was, Harry.

"Now, what aren't you telling me?" Harry asked him again.

He gulped. Maybe just that I'm the one who's supposed to hand you over to the Dark Lord that I'm the one who will be destroyed if you're not.

Harry continue to stare at him

Why do I have to feel like this?

"Nothing, I just need you to give me a chance," Draco said softly. "I know that's not easy right now, but maybe you can grow to trust me."

"We'll have to see about that, and you could start with unchaining me," Harry voice was icy and cautious.

"I can't, I'm sorry, Harry."

He held his gaze. This was the first time he had called him Harry to his face, and he wanted to know his reaction.

"It's Potter," Harry corrected.

Draco grumbled under his breath, if only Harry wasn't so stubborn, so untrusting.

'I don't want you.'

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Harry hadn't meant to send that thought to Draco, in fact he didn't know how he had sent it. But he had, and now Draco was looking more furious and stressed then ever, but he didn't reply.

"Why can't you unchain me?"

"I need you here."

"For Voldemort?"

The answer radiating from Draco was 'yes'.

"No."

He's such a liar. And he would have been a good one at that, if Harry wouldn't have been reading his thoughts somehow.

"I just want you to get to know me."

The door opened, and Harry snapped his head towards it, there in the door way was Severus Snape and he didn't look particularly pleased to see him.

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Harry landed on a hard smooth surface. "Ouf!" he groaned, and then let out a low giggle. For some reason, it seemed funny that he had just traveled here by a magic sock. He looked around as the boy helped him from the ground.

The place was huge, large suits of armor, ancient paintings of battles, and large carpets.

"Where are we?" Harry asked.

"My house," the boy answered.

"Oh. It's so big," Harry said, staring wide eyed around the room.

The room was making him dizzy, and he stumbled back against the wall, and the boy fell after him, locking him against the wall. The boy was taller then him, and Harry felt in awe of everything. Harry leaned up as the blonde boy leaned down to kiss him and he couldn't help but throw his arms around the boy.

It was fun, it was a release. The boy started to tare at his shirt and he tripped again, bringing the two of them to the ground. He needed this, he needed an escape.

The boy quickly moved off of him and brought him to his feet again looking as if he was having the time of his life. He took a hold of the boy's out stretched hand and let him lead him. They went up a flight of stairs, and Harry watched the walls. There were hundreds of pictures, most of which of this boy and his family...that's when he noticed Lucius' picture.

He stopped to look at the picture and he dropped the blonde's hand.

"Come on."

He didn't move, and his brain slowly fit the pieces together, this was the Malfoy Manor.

"Draco Malfoy?" Harry realized.

He nodded and Harry couldn't think...When was the last time he seen him? It had been a while, but his brain couldn't come up with any details, other then that he had never seen him look so good before.

"Y-y-you-you're..." Harry searched for the word.

"A Death Eater?"

Harry shook his head. "...Really sexy. I never noticed it before." How had he never noticed it before?

Draco took his hand again, and Harry followed him into his bedroom.

He took in the sight of his room, it was darkly lit and had a royal four-poster king sized bed. There was a desk neatly stacked, and a large bookcase filled with books. There was an old broomstick lying in the corner and the floors were softly carpeted.

Harry turned surprised when Draco grabbed his waist and pushed him towards the bed. As Harry lay down Draco slinked towards him, and the two began to kiss again. Harry lost his train of thought and fell into this feeling of excitement and passion completely; it was something other than pain.

He suddenly felt Draco's head snap away from his mid-kiss. He still had his legs locked around him and Harry wanted to yank him back down.

"What are you..." Harry started to say but Draco seemed to be silently cursing himself.

"You don't want this," Draco said.

He frowned. "Yes I do," Harry insisted. He had to have this. "I want you."

Draco scurried off the bed as if he was forcing himself. "You're drunk."

"I know," Harry said. "But I still want this." Harry sat up his hair falling into his face. He didn't want to be alone this night.

"That's what you say now," Draco said. "But you don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes I do!" Harry protested. Maybe this was going to turn everything around; he had to make him come back. "We're perfect together."

"Oh, are we?" Draco asked, raising an eye.

"Yes. Now come back over here."

"Just go to sleep," Draco ordered him.

Harry frowned, but was suddenly hit with a wave of exhaustion, the whole day came crashing down around him. He wanted to call Draco back over, but his eyes gave in and he fell fast asleep before he could say another word.

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Draco watched Snape's eyes move from him in only his cloak, and to Harry who happened to be chained shirtless and pant-less on the bed. Snape's face contorted and he watched him visible decide to ignore these details.

"Nice of you to join us, Potter," Snape growled.

Draco grimaced; Snape had always been horrible to Harry in classes, even when he didn't deserve it.

"Snape," Harry snapped.

"Bring him downstairs, and put some clothes on him for Merlin's sake or your mother will have a heart attack."

"Yes, sir," Draco grumbled.

Snape gave him a disapproving look.

"You better watch where your loyalties lay, Draco. You might just find yourself on the wrong side one of these days, and I might just have to execute the punishments the Dark Lord has requested of me."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Snape left silently and Draco shot him an angry look as he went.

"What does that mean?" Harry asked.

Draco untied Harry's feet and the magical chains disappeared. The only real chain Draco had used was the handcuffs on Harry's right wrist. He removed the left, and then casted a spell on Harry which would make him follow where Draco led him, it also kept him a safe distance away so as to stop Harry from attacking him.

"It means that if I decide to join the wrong side of this war, Snape will be forced to kill me."