Harry stood on the plush grass in front of Malfoy Manor, holding Hedwig's
cage and feeling more than a little out of place. Surveying the perfectly
neat rows of hedges and geometric flower beds, Harry could safely assumed
that the Malfoys employed a whole fleet of gardeners. 'I'd probably just
mess it all up,' Harry thought, 'Good thing he's not really looking for a
gardener. But, I wonder what he is looking for.....'
Harry was brought back to reality by the driver clearing his throat quite loudly.
"Oh, right. Sorry." The driver began walking towards the house, carrying Harry's trunk and motioning Harry to follow him towards a small door, probably the backdoor. 'Good,' Harry thought, 'last thing I want is to get noticed by someone.' The driver heaved open the heavy wooden door and walked inside; Harry followed, trying to calm Hedwig down and keep her from hooting excitedly. The driver led Harry through the labyrinthine maze of hallways and staircases, each one grandly appointed in dark, heavy woods and hung with various old tapestries and paintings. Harry tried to remember the way, but kept getting confused as they passed several rooms that seemed to look alike or circular rooms with doors in all directions which seemed to rotate when Harry wasn't paying close attention. Finally, they mounted a final flight of stairs and turned into the first room on Harry's left. The driver bowed and excused himself to his other duties, merely saying, "Mr. Malfoy asks that you please wait for him here. Feel free to take a nap or unpack." And with a final bow, he turned on his heel and marched back down the stairs and out of sight.
Harry walked into "his" room, and set Hedwig's cage on a low dresser on the side wall. Harry couldn't believe how magnificent a room it was! A huge four-poster mahogany bed with curtains all around it was positioned against one wall and opposite was a huge crackling wood fire. Soft rugs were strewn over the wood floors, and a chandelier magically lit with ever-burning candles hung low from the ceiling. A large golden mirror was hung on the wall above the bed. Large arched windows lined an entire wall, facing towards the front of the manor and providing Harry with a view of who was coming and going from the house. Looking out the window, in the fading light he saw the tiny driver below holding the door open for another man --- the real Lucius?!?---shutting it, and then driving away down the winding country road.
Harry dragged his chest into the room, shut the door, and plopped down on the bed, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. 'Malfoy must have been really lonely to devise such an elaborate plan to get me here. But obviously it wasn't just because he was lonely because, then, why me? I'm sure Crabbe, Goyle, and whatever other Slytherins he's got as his beck and call would love to spend the summer at Malfoy Manor.' Harry thought, looking up at his reflection in the mirror on the wall. 'And also, why is he coming onto me so badly, and even more importantly, why do I like it???' Harry closed his eyes and his mind was filled with images of Draco on top of him, pulling his hair as he shoved his tongue down his throat.
'Ok, ok, so I have to admit that I'm attracted to him. But how can that be? He's been my mortal enemy for so long, then in one moment he decides to offer the peace pipe and I can't wait to get into his pants? Something's not adding up.' Harry suddenly felt a twinge of hunger and instinctively thought of his black bag. He pulled himself up off the bed and rummaged thought his trunk until he found the bag. Thrusting his hand inside, that familiar yet strange sensation surrounded his hand, and he pulled out a large plate of fruit, exactly what he was thinking of! Harry grabbed an apple and took a humongous bite out of it, then a few more, until finally only the core was left, and he tossed it into the trash can. All of a sudden that familiar feeling crept over him, starting in his stomach and working its way down to his crotch, leaving Harry so horny and sex-starved that he immediately had to masturbate to alleviate the intense feelings, imagining Draco's hot mouth all over his body.
Afterwards, a disturbing thought dawned on Harry. 'I always get horny right after I eat something out of that bag. Draco gave me that bag..Did Draco put some sort of lust enchantment on it to make me feel things for him that weren't really true?' Harry bolted upright, pants around his knees, with the realization that perhaps this strange attraction he had for Draco was artificial. Harry pulled his pants back on, and turned around as he heard the sound of someone opening his door.
Harry gasped when he saw Draco's face; there was a large red welt on Draco's upper left cheekbone, which he was holding his hand over, embarrassed. Harry jumped up off the bed and ran over to Draco; deception or not, he was concerned.
Harry gently moved Draco's hand away from his face and demanded, "Who did this to you?" Draco shrugged and walked past Harry and over to the mirror where he inspected the angry bruise. "It's nothing new," he responded, his voice devoid of all emotion, "I've learned to deal with it in my own way." As soon as he said that, Draco took out his wand and pointed it at his face, mumbling "Visaga repairo." The bruise turned from purple to red, to yellow, and then to the creamy pink of Draco's skin. He turned to Harry and tried to smile, "See? All better."
"No its not. Draco, tell me who did this! How can you not care? It was your father wasn't it-," Harry asked heatedly, his hands balling into fists, but was interrupted by Draco.
"Stop it! He's always treated me like this Potter, and there's nothing I can do about it. He'd throw me out if I fought back, and then what would I do?" Angry tears were starting to sprout from the corners of his eyes, and he tossed his head to make them stop. "Please, just leave it alone." Harry looked at Draco skeptically, but his voice softened, "Ok, Draco, if that's what you want."
Draco looked relieved. "Anyway, good ole' Lucius is gone now, and we have the house to ourselves for a whole week!"
"Does he know I'm here?" Harry asked. Draco laughed loudly. "Are you kidding? He'd kill you for sure, and probably kill me too for having feelings for the-Boy-who-Lived." He smiled ironically. "Wouldn't that just be peachy for Lucius? I can just hear him now prattling on about family honor and disgracing the name of Malfoy and such.." He shuttered.
Harry thought this was a good a time as any to bring up what was bothering him. "Draco.," he began slowly, "I have to ask you something." Draco looked up, interested. "Well I know you gave me that black bag earlier in the summer.and well, I just wanted to ask you if you.um..did anything to it."
Draco responded playfully, "Anything like what, Harry?"
Blushing, Harry continued, "Well, every time I eat something out of it, I feel really...um..you know."
Draco dismissed it with a wave of his hand, "Oh that." He smiled and lay back down on the bed, facing Harry. "So you've been feeling the effects of that itty bitty enchantment I put on the bag, huh?"
Harry frowned, "So pretty much you don't mind me feeling things that aren't really real as long as you get what you want out of it."
"What makes you think that they aren't real?" Draco responded.
Harry paused. He hadn't thought of that-but how could they be? Draco continued, "The bag only intensifies feelings that are already there, Harry. It wouldn't have had an effect on you at all if you weren't already harboring a secret crush on me. The enchantment's effects are that it brings to the surface feelings that are already there, but hidden."
Harry walked over to the bed and sat down, things finally starting to make sense. "Well I guess I can't be AS mad at you for that, but that's still pretty sneaky Draco." Draco pouted, "Well I knew that the great Harry Potter was much too proud to admit he had a crush on his sworn enemy and (gasp!) a Slytherin!" Harry still looked a little worried.
"Listen, Harry, the bag was a test. If you responded, that meant that you had feelings for me too, and you would accept my offer to come stay with me for the summer. If not, then I knew that you didn't really care about me, and no harm would be done." Draco explained. "Its not like I could just send you an owl that said 'Harry, its me Draco, the person you hate more than anyone. I think you're cute, do you like me too?'"
Harry finally broke a smile at this, imagining an owl bringing a letter from Draco with those words on it, signed with little hearts. It was just too funny, and he started laughing loudly. Draco cracked a smile too, and the two boys ended up rolling with laughter on the bed. After the moment had subsided, Draco rolled over and looked at Harry, gently tracing the zig-zag of his scar.
"So, are we ok, then? You forgive my horrible deceitful nature?" Draco said jokingly. Harry sat up on his elbows so he was eye-level with Draco, and whispered roughly, "Yeah we're ok. But now that you know and I know that I like you, we don't need this anymore do we?" Harry gestured to the bag, lying on the floor.
Draco grinned maliciously, "Well, I don't think there's such a thing as too horny, Harry, do you? Why don't we just keep it around for awhile.."
Harry acted mock-shocked. "You little pervert! Somehow I always suspected, though."
"Oh that'll just make things more fun, trust me.." And with that, Draco rolled on top of Harry, pinned Harry's hands above him to the bed, and kissed him so hard and so deep that Harry let out a little moan of pain and pleasure.
Harry was brought back to reality by the driver clearing his throat quite loudly.
"Oh, right. Sorry." The driver began walking towards the house, carrying Harry's trunk and motioning Harry to follow him towards a small door, probably the backdoor. 'Good,' Harry thought, 'last thing I want is to get noticed by someone.' The driver heaved open the heavy wooden door and walked inside; Harry followed, trying to calm Hedwig down and keep her from hooting excitedly. The driver led Harry through the labyrinthine maze of hallways and staircases, each one grandly appointed in dark, heavy woods and hung with various old tapestries and paintings. Harry tried to remember the way, but kept getting confused as they passed several rooms that seemed to look alike or circular rooms with doors in all directions which seemed to rotate when Harry wasn't paying close attention. Finally, they mounted a final flight of stairs and turned into the first room on Harry's left. The driver bowed and excused himself to his other duties, merely saying, "Mr. Malfoy asks that you please wait for him here. Feel free to take a nap or unpack." And with a final bow, he turned on his heel and marched back down the stairs and out of sight.
Harry walked into "his" room, and set Hedwig's cage on a low dresser on the side wall. Harry couldn't believe how magnificent a room it was! A huge four-poster mahogany bed with curtains all around it was positioned against one wall and opposite was a huge crackling wood fire. Soft rugs were strewn over the wood floors, and a chandelier magically lit with ever-burning candles hung low from the ceiling. A large golden mirror was hung on the wall above the bed. Large arched windows lined an entire wall, facing towards the front of the manor and providing Harry with a view of who was coming and going from the house. Looking out the window, in the fading light he saw the tiny driver below holding the door open for another man --- the real Lucius?!?---shutting it, and then driving away down the winding country road.
Harry dragged his chest into the room, shut the door, and plopped down on the bed, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. 'Malfoy must have been really lonely to devise such an elaborate plan to get me here. But obviously it wasn't just because he was lonely because, then, why me? I'm sure Crabbe, Goyle, and whatever other Slytherins he's got as his beck and call would love to spend the summer at Malfoy Manor.' Harry thought, looking up at his reflection in the mirror on the wall. 'And also, why is he coming onto me so badly, and even more importantly, why do I like it???' Harry closed his eyes and his mind was filled with images of Draco on top of him, pulling his hair as he shoved his tongue down his throat.
'Ok, ok, so I have to admit that I'm attracted to him. But how can that be? He's been my mortal enemy for so long, then in one moment he decides to offer the peace pipe and I can't wait to get into his pants? Something's not adding up.' Harry suddenly felt a twinge of hunger and instinctively thought of his black bag. He pulled himself up off the bed and rummaged thought his trunk until he found the bag. Thrusting his hand inside, that familiar yet strange sensation surrounded his hand, and he pulled out a large plate of fruit, exactly what he was thinking of! Harry grabbed an apple and took a humongous bite out of it, then a few more, until finally only the core was left, and he tossed it into the trash can. All of a sudden that familiar feeling crept over him, starting in his stomach and working its way down to his crotch, leaving Harry so horny and sex-starved that he immediately had to masturbate to alleviate the intense feelings, imagining Draco's hot mouth all over his body.
Afterwards, a disturbing thought dawned on Harry. 'I always get horny right after I eat something out of that bag. Draco gave me that bag..Did Draco put some sort of lust enchantment on it to make me feel things for him that weren't really true?' Harry bolted upright, pants around his knees, with the realization that perhaps this strange attraction he had for Draco was artificial. Harry pulled his pants back on, and turned around as he heard the sound of someone opening his door.
Harry gasped when he saw Draco's face; there was a large red welt on Draco's upper left cheekbone, which he was holding his hand over, embarrassed. Harry jumped up off the bed and ran over to Draco; deception or not, he was concerned.
Harry gently moved Draco's hand away from his face and demanded, "Who did this to you?" Draco shrugged and walked past Harry and over to the mirror where he inspected the angry bruise. "It's nothing new," he responded, his voice devoid of all emotion, "I've learned to deal with it in my own way." As soon as he said that, Draco took out his wand and pointed it at his face, mumbling "Visaga repairo." The bruise turned from purple to red, to yellow, and then to the creamy pink of Draco's skin. He turned to Harry and tried to smile, "See? All better."
"No its not. Draco, tell me who did this! How can you not care? It was your father wasn't it-," Harry asked heatedly, his hands balling into fists, but was interrupted by Draco.
"Stop it! He's always treated me like this Potter, and there's nothing I can do about it. He'd throw me out if I fought back, and then what would I do?" Angry tears were starting to sprout from the corners of his eyes, and he tossed his head to make them stop. "Please, just leave it alone." Harry looked at Draco skeptically, but his voice softened, "Ok, Draco, if that's what you want."
Draco looked relieved. "Anyway, good ole' Lucius is gone now, and we have the house to ourselves for a whole week!"
"Does he know I'm here?" Harry asked. Draco laughed loudly. "Are you kidding? He'd kill you for sure, and probably kill me too for having feelings for the-Boy-who-Lived." He smiled ironically. "Wouldn't that just be peachy for Lucius? I can just hear him now prattling on about family honor and disgracing the name of Malfoy and such.." He shuttered.
Harry thought this was a good a time as any to bring up what was bothering him. "Draco.," he began slowly, "I have to ask you something." Draco looked up, interested. "Well I know you gave me that black bag earlier in the summer.and well, I just wanted to ask you if you.um..did anything to it."
Draco responded playfully, "Anything like what, Harry?"
Blushing, Harry continued, "Well, every time I eat something out of it, I feel really...um..you know."
Draco dismissed it with a wave of his hand, "Oh that." He smiled and lay back down on the bed, facing Harry. "So you've been feeling the effects of that itty bitty enchantment I put on the bag, huh?"
Harry frowned, "So pretty much you don't mind me feeling things that aren't really real as long as you get what you want out of it."
"What makes you think that they aren't real?" Draco responded.
Harry paused. He hadn't thought of that-but how could they be? Draco continued, "The bag only intensifies feelings that are already there, Harry. It wouldn't have had an effect on you at all if you weren't already harboring a secret crush on me. The enchantment's effects are that it brings to the surface feelings that are already there, but hidden."
Harry walked over to the bed and sat down, things finally starting to make sense. "Well I guess I can't be AS mad at you for that, but that's still pretty sneaky Draco." Draco pouted, "Well I knew that the great Harry Potter was much too proud to admit he had a crush on his sworn enemy and (gasp!) a Slytherin!" Harry still looked a little worried.
"Listen, Harry, the bag was a test. If you responded, that meant that you had feelings for me too, and you would accept my offer to come stay with me for the summer. If not, then I knew that you didn't really care about me, and no harm would be done." Draco explained. "Its not like I could just send you an owl that said 'Harry, its me Draco, the person you hate more than anyone. I think you're cute, do you like me too?'"
Harry finally broke a smile at this, imagining an owl bringing a letter from Draco with those words on it, signed with little hearts. It was just too funny, and he started laughing loudly. Draco cracked a smile too, and the two boys ended up rolling with laughter on the bed. After the moment had subsided, Draco rolled over and looked at Harry, gently tracing the zig-zag of his scar.
"So, are we ok, then? You forgive my horrible deceitful nature?" Draco said jokingly. Harry sat up on his elbows so he was eye-level with Draco, and whispered roughly, "Yeah we're ok. But now that you know and I know that I like you, we don't need this anymore do we?" Harry gestured to the bag, lying on the floor.
Draco grinned maliciously, "Well, I don't think there's such a thing as too horny, Harry, do you? Why don't we just keep it around for awhile.."
Harry acted mock-shocked. "You little pervert! Somehow I always suspected, though."
"Oh that'll just make things more fun, trust me.." And with that, Draco rolled on top of Harry, pinned Harry's hands above him to the bed, and kissed him so hard and so deep that Harry let out a little moan of pain and pleasure.