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Harry POV

Surrounded by old, dusty boxes on the floor of Sirius’ room at Grimmauld Place, Harry sighed. And then promptly sneezed. There were so many memories contained in these boxes. He had found several albums of pictures, more clothes than any person could wear in their life and a frankly massive box of sex toys that had made him blush profusely and send the box flying back into its hiding spot with an unreasonably strong charm. 

Harry opened a new box and there, nestled between some journals and more albums, he found a worn leather collar–like the ones people put on their beloved pets. He took it out and examined it, the leather was supple and soft and it smelled faintly like Sirius. Harry felt his eyes water and took a deep breath. He placed it gently over his knee and opened one of the journals. 

He read for a while, smiling at the adventures the Marauders got up to. Apparently, they were very fond of putting the collar that Harry had just found on Padfoot and taking him out for walks in wixen areas, where he would pretend to be a completely normal dog for a while and then, when some poor, unsuspecting bastard tried to pet him, Padfoot would transform back into Sirius. Harry laughed at imagining the faces of the people that suddenly found themselves petting a very human Sirius sitting on the sidewalk. 

Harry took the collar again and, after running his fingers along the soft surface again, clasped it around his neck. It shimmered for a moment and adjusted to fit him perfectly. 

“Makes sense,” thought Harry, after all, Padfoot’s neck was bound to be a lot thicker than Sirius’ so the collar would have to be magical. 

Harry smiled and touched the soft leather, feeling closer to Sirius while wearing it. He went back to the boxes, now more content than he was when he started. Maybe living in Grimmauld didn’t have to feel painful, maybe it could just remind him of the time he had with his godfather, just like the collar. 

•~••~•

Harry was late to work the next day. This wasn’t particularly unusual so Seamus–who had been assigned as his partner when Ron left– barely lifted his head to greet him but did a double take after he saw the leather band peeking above Harry’s shirt.

“Harry, what on Merlin’s name are you wearing?”

“Er, I found this inside a box of my godfather’s things,” explained Harry, smiling. “He was a dog animagus, and it makes me feel kinda closer to him, wearing it.” Harry shrugged. 

“Mate… I don’t think people will see it that way,” said Seamus, looking like he wanted to laugh. 

“What do you mean? What else could it–?

“Potter! Finnegan! You’re taking a trip to Knockturn, a fight broke out in front of Cobb & Webbs!” barked Robards, entering the office. “Take Smith and Boot with you.”

Harry groaned. Taking Smith was always awful. The prat always complained the whole time they were out and refused to carry out tasks he felt were “beneath him”. It was like having to work with a fifteen-year-old Malfoy. 

“Let’s just go,” he sighed to Seamus. 

•~••~•

When they came back, Harry’s shirt was mostly torn, exposing more of the collar than it did that morning. He was feeling murderous as he turned to face Smith, not caring that the whole Atrium was staring at them. 

“You are an absolute arse, Smith!” he yelled. “Why, for Godric’s sake would you cast a Confringo to separate two people fighting?! And when we were all that close? If I hadn’t been quick enough with my shield you could have seriously hurt all of us!”

Smith–whose clothes were in a similar state as Harry’s from his own spell and the ensuing fight–just gave him a mullish look. “Well, I wasn’t aiming at them, only at the street! And it worked, they stopped fighting!”

“Yes, to fight us!” 

“Zach, just go,” said Boot, who was the only person who had an ounce of patience left for the arsehole. 

Smith huffed and walked to the Floo, head held high.

Harry looked at his retreating back incredulously. “What the fuck.” His hand went immediately to the collar, the feeling of the worn leather helping to calm him down. 

Seamus–whose shirt and robes were almost completely gone–patted his shoulder. “Let’s go, Harry, we can fill this report and then go home to get changed.”

Harry shook his head and followed Seamus to their office, still sliding his finger along the leather, not noticing the way a completely stunned Draco Malfoy followed him with his eyes until he was out of sight.   

•~••~•

Draco POV

Draco was on his way back to the Department of Mysteries when he heard the commotion in the Atrium. Of course Potter would be causing a fuss, although this time it seemed rather warranted based on the way he was yelling at Smith, and on the way the clothes of the whole group were torn to shreds. 

That wasn’t the shocking part of what happened in the Atrium, no. The shocking part was a dark band of leather around Harry Potter’s neck. A collar. A pet collar. Potter had a black leather, pet collar. That meant he was claimed. That someone had… But that was impossible. Draco knew Potter was single. Famously single. Ever since the breakup with the Weaselette. He probably knew more than he should about Potter’s love life, but he couldn’t help himself. Old habits and all that. 

So how come Potter was wearing a collar? Draco had never heard of him being even remotely interested in BDSM, and Draco would know, he knew people in the community, he would have heard. If Potter had a Dom… Draco felt a strange feeling at the bottom of his stomach. He clenched his jaw. He would find out. He needed to know. 

He walked towards the lifts lost in thought, analyzing every interaction he had seen Potter have the last few months. His mind was still working overtime on that as he entered his office and closed the door. 

It couldn’t possibly be Finnegan, right? No. Draco dismissed that thought as soon as it arrived. Finnegan wasn’t Dom material, no, Potter would need someone that challenged him, that made him submit. So not Finnegan. 

Draco would have to investigate Potter closely to discover who his Dom was. He would leave no stone unturned, no–

“You are needed in the Chamber of Thought,” came the chime of his inter-office communicator. That blasted device. He still wanted to murder the arsehole that adapted the muggle technology. He wondered what they had done to the liquid he had brewed for them to need to call him again so soon. 

Draco sighed and got up. His in depth investigation of Potter’s love life would have to wait until after work.

•~••~•

Later that night, Draco couldn’t stop thinking about the collar around Potter’s neck. Not even sitting in one of the VIP spaces in the most exclusive wixen BDSM club in London he could get the image of Potter walking down the Atrium unashamedly touching the leather surrounding the tan skin of his neck. 

Draco almost groaned in frustration. He had spent a large part of the evening asking around the club but no one seemed to have any idea who had claimed Potter. It was impossible. How could no one know? The community was quite tight knit considering there were very few places that sold magical sex toys. Draco sipped the drink in his hand and frowned. He couldn’t even focus on the admittedly delightful subs that were practically begging him to claim them with their eyes. He hadn’t taken a sub in so long but no, he couldn’t until he figured out who Potter’s Dom was.

He got up to go home, clearly his investigation would have to continue at the Ministry. He would use the time of his invisible rounds around the Ministry–something every Unspeakable did a few times a week, not that the rest of the Ministry knew–to spy on conversations. Even if he hadn’t heard anything so far, maybe now that Potter was wearing the collar he would hear something new. 

•~••~•

The next morning during rounds, Draco made sure to walk around the DMLE. He paid particular attention to the people going in and out of Potter’s office. There was Robards, but the man was undeniably straight and happily married, too. There was Smith, which was out of the question considering how loudly Potter had yelled at him the previous day. There was Boot but he didn’t seem to linger or pay particular attention to Potter. Draco spent a frankly indecent amount of time observing Potter that day, but was unable to determine who had given the git the collar. 

As he sat down in his office after rounds, Draco groaned. Every scrap of information he had gotten today pointed to Potter being single. He didn’t go out on dates, he barely went out to the pub with the rest of the Aurors, he paid no attention to the flirtation of people–men and women alike–and seemed particularly uncomfortable being approached. 

So who was it? And how could Draco find out? If things remained this way, he would have no other option than asking Potter himself, and that made him want to scream. They didn’t talk. They weren’t openly antagonistic like when they were at school, they had exchanged a nod here and there, but they weren’t particularly friends. 

Draco wasn’t sure how to change that or if it was even possible. So Draco decided to take a page out of Potter’s book and shadow him as much as he could.  

•~••~•

Harry POV

It took about a week for Harry to start paying attention to the murmurs around him. He was so used to people talking whenever he walked by that he failed to notice that, this time, some of the murmurs were different. 

He didn’t understand why the looks he was receiving were different or why so many were directed at the collar around his neck. Why some people smirked at him and some others looked with something akin to derision. 

He also didn’t understand why he seemed to see Malfoy everywhere he looked. 

Things between them were… strange. Harry had testified for him and his mother when their trials came and had helped to get them both acquitted. So they weren’t quite enemies anymore but they weren’t friends. They just didn’t cross paths all that often. Or they normally didn’t. 

But now Malfoy was there every time Harry went to the cafeteria. He was there every time Harry visited his favorite café or noodle bar. He was even there on Friday at the pub when Seamus had finally convinced Harry to go out. 

He was there always watching, his grey eyes strayed to Harry’s collar more often than those of other people, a frown between his pale eyebrows like he was trying to figure something out and couldn’t. 

That’s why, it wasn’t all that strange that it was Malfoy the one that found him in the Ministry loos when–after a particularly tough case in which several Aurors ended up in St. Mungos because of Zacharias fucking Smith’s ineptitude–Harry had a complete meltdown. 

Harry was hunched over the sinks, one of his hands running restlessly over the collar as he always did when he was trying to calm down and the other grabbing the porcelain hard enough to break a bone. He kept trying to breathe but he felt like there was a dumbbell on his chest. He was the team leader, all those injuries were his fault. His decisions. His brain just wouldn’t stop screaming at him. Magic was starting to leak from his pores, the lights inside the loo flickering. Then–

“Potter?” came a cautious voice. 

Harry couldn’t reply, he was losing control of his magic now, the floor trembling under his feet. 

Malfoy cursed something too low for Harry to hear and conjured a comfortable chair next to Harry. 

“Potter,” he said, voice firm but gentle. “Look at me, sit down, match my breathing.”

Harry didn’t know what happened, but the moment he heard Malfoy say those things something in his brain shifted. He immediately met those startling grey eyes and sat down, his breathing syncing with Malfoy’s instinctively as he crouched in front of Harry’s chair. 

“Good, you’re doing great, keep going.”

Harry didn’t fully understand what was happening inside his mind. He just knew that the gentle instructions and the praise were making him feel… strange. Not particularly bad. Just, something he had never felt before. His mind seemed calmer, clearer than it had been for a long time. But Malfoy was talking again.

“Do you feel better?” It was strange to hear the familiar posh voice without its usual drawl.

Harry nodded and realized one of his hands was still on the collar, drawing comfort. 

“Do you think you can talk?”

Harry cleared his throat and tried to speak. “I…maybe.”

Malfoy nodded. “That’s fine. Potter, where is your Dom? They should be helping you through this.”

Harry gave him a confused look. “My…what?” 

Malfoy raised an eyebrow but his tone remained calm. “Your Dom? The person that gave you that collar?” He gestured towards Harry’s neck. 

Harry blinked. “No one gave it to me, it was my godfather’s.”

Malfoy just gaped at him for a moment and Harry couldn’t help but feel a flare of amusement. He smothered a giggle. What the hell was wrong with him? 

“So you don’t… you’re not…?” Malfoy took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. “That explains a lot.”

“It does?” asked Harry, still utterly confused. 

“It does.” Malfoy looked at him and Harry felt like he was being x-rayed.  “Would you like one?” he finally asked.

“Would I like one what?” Harry was starting to get irritated now, he had never been fond of not understanding something. 

“A Dom, Potter,” answered Malfoy, still looking closely at Harry. 

“I don’t even know what that is, Malfoy.”

That seemed to take Malfoy somewhat off guard. He hesitated for a second and then asked “What happened before when I asked you to look at me and sit down?”

“I… I don’t know,” replied Harry honestly. “My brain just… I just did it.” Harry frowned. “I don’t understand what happened.”

Malfoy heaved a breath and nodded again. “I think I can explain but not here, are you free this evening?”

“Are you asking me out?” asked Harry, startled. 

Malfoy snorted. “In a way, I guess I am, but if you want to hear what I think happened we should discuss that in a more private space.”

Harry studied the familiar grey eyes and saw nothing but honesty there. “I am, free, I mean.”

“Perfect, let’s say 7 in The Golden Phoenix?” suggested Malfoy. 

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Harry was still a bit lost. 

“How do you feel?” asked Malfoy, rising to his feet.

“Calmer, I should be fine to complete the reports I need to fill and then go home.”

Malfoy studied him for a moment longer, like making sure he was actually fine. “Alright, I will see you this evening then, Potter.”

Harry watched him leave the loos, still feeling somewhat confused. 

•~••~•

Draco POV

Draco didn’t know what to think. Potter didn’t have a Dom. But he wore a collar. And he responded beautifully when Draco…

Draco needed to think. Thankfully he had a large batch of pensieve fluid to brew and that always allowed him to let his thoughts flow, it was a relatively simple potion. Well, simple for him. He let his mind organize what happened earlier as he measured ingredients and started the brewing process. 

First, Potter had a meltdown in the Ministry loos. Second, he was indeed powerful enough to maybe blow up the area around him if the tremors in the loo floor were to be trusted. Third, Potter had listened when Draco had given him orders. He had used his Dom tone because he didn’t know what else to do, it made Draco feel a little guilty at the time because he hadn’t asked for consent but he didn’t think Potter was even thinking straight based on the amount of magic leaking from him. Fourth, Potter hadn’t hexed him once he calmed down and actually had a conversation with Draco. Fifth, Draco had asked Potter out and Potter had said yes. Sixth, Potter had said yes. That deserved repetition. 

Draco was still reeling at the fact that Potter was, in fact, single as every piece of evidence he had gathered during his stalking surveillance had shown. He was only wearing a collar because it was his godfather’s. Draco assumed he had found it somewhere in the house he had inherited. He was also still reeling at the fact that Potter didn’t know people thought he was a claimed sub. He really could be quite oblivious sometimes. Why had none of his friends said anything? He knew that at least Finnegan knew about BDSM, he had seen him once or twice in one of the clubs. 

Draco knew what he wanted. It was rather obvious, right? Much as he had tried to deny it for the better part of a decade, he wanted Potter. There was just something about him that pushed all of Draco’s buttons. He had handled it horribly back at school, immaturely seeking Potter’s attention the wrong way if he couldn’t get it the right one. At least things weren’t bad between them now. Distant, yes, they were just people that worked in the same building and occasionally crossed paths. But there were no insults or curses or jinxes thrown between them. And that was something. 

So Draco wanted Potter. And he needed to find a way to explain to Potter what his reaction had been without freaking him out. Draco had assumed Potter was a sub because of the collar, but the fact that Potter didn’t know what the collar signified—or what a Dom was—meant Potter didn’t even know the basics. He was starting to think things were more complicated than he had initially thought. But when had things been any other way between them?

After getting home, Draco took a shower and kept on thinking about his incoming conversation with Potter. 

He was admittedly an overthinker but he didn’t think he had ever thought this much about a conversation before. This was important. He needed to make sure Potter understood that he didn’t mean any harm, that he was different than he was when they were at school. He also wanted Potter to agree to a D/s relationship with him but that might be too ambitious. First, they had to survive dinner together. And he shouldn’t think of this right now, just thinking about Potter submitting to him was getting him half hard.  

Shower done, he opened his wardrobe and examined his options. He chose a dark grey three piece suit with a white button up. He dried his hair to frame his face and slipped the platinum ring his mother had given him for his last birthday on the pinky finger of his right hand. He knew he was dressing to impress but who could blame him? He wanted Potter to appreciate his looks. Ever since he learned Potter liked men he had wanted that attention on him. Again, old habits. 

•~••~•

Draco Apparated to the restaurant with plenty of time left. He wanted to make sure they got one of the private dining rooms, which is why he had suggested The Golden Phoenix in the first place. After securing the room, and making sure someone would escort Potter to him, he ordered a glass of red wine and waited. 

He didn’t have to wait too long. Potter arrived at 7 sharp, dressed better than Draco had ever seen him—if one didn’t count dress robes at Galas. He was wearing black slacks with a light blue button up and a black blazer. The upper border of the collar was peeking over the shirt and it made Draco’s pulse spike. His hair was a mess as usual but it seemed to be a more intentional mess and were those new glasses? Interesting. Draco didn’t bother to hide that he was ogling Potter, he could see Potter doing exactly the same with him. 

“Potter,” he greeted once the man in question was close enough.

“Malfoy,” came the cautious response. 

Draco gestured at the chair across from him and watched as Potter removed his blazer before sitting down. 

“I’m still confused about what happened earlier and why we are here,” said Potter bluntly.

Draco smiled slightly. There was something very Potter about cutting to the chase directly. “I can imagine you are,” replied Draco. “But before we get into that, would you like something to drink?”

Potter blinked. “Er, sure.”

“Beer?" He asked. 

Potter nodded and just kept staring at him.

Draco summoned the waiter and ordered Potter’s beer and some starters. They just kept gauging each other until the waiter came back with Potter’s drinks and some food. 

“I took the liberty of ordering a few things to get us started, conversations are better on full stomachs, after all,” said Draco. 

“That’s fine, thank you.” Draco watched as Potter drank some of the beer and slowly loosened his shoulders. He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but then closed it again. 

Draco gave him a curious look and Potter just shook his head. Draco had to suppress a smile. “So, you wanted to know what I thought about what happened earlier in the loos?”

“Yes,” replied Potter immediately. “You seemed to know why my brain went all…strange and well, quiet.”

Draco nodded. “I have a theory, yes.” He paused, putting his thoughts in order. “First, I want to apologise, I made an assumption based on your choice of accessories,” he looked pointedly at Potter’s neck, causing him to lift his hand to touch the collar. “And crossed a line, it was also rude of me to not ask for consent beforehand but you seemed to be having issues controlling your magic and I didn’t know what else to do.” He knew he was babbling now, trying to make excuses for his behaviour. 

Potter stopped him. “It’s fine, Malfoy, I still don’t understand what happened but what you did help. Just… tell me what it is that you did.”

“I used my Dom voice on you,” explained Draco. “Used the tone and body language I use when I take a submissive and we are in a D/s relationship.”

Potter looked at him. “And what exactly is a D/s dynamic? I told you, I don’t know what a ‘Dom’ is, or what a submissive is. Is this, er, BDSM?”

Draco nodded. “It is. It’s a dynamic where one partner is a submissive or sub, a person that chooses to let go of control for a set period of time, and the other is a Dominant, or Dom who takes the responsibility of control, gives directions and maintains a safe environment.” Draco took another sip of his wine and let Potter absorb the information. 

•~••~•

Harry POV

Harry sat on the chair at the restaurant and tried to process Malfoy’s words. The explanation was simple, the terms understandable. He was just having issues correlating it to the, admittedly very little, information he had about BDSM and to his reaction earlier that day. 

“So it’s not all about being tied up and pain and degradation?” he asked first.  

Malfoy shook his head. “No, that is a common misconception but not at all what BDSM is, some people might have a degradation kink or a bondage kink or might enjoy inflicting or receiving pain but that does not apply to everyone. It’s just like any other type of relationship, the dynamic is set by the partners.”

“And you have this type of relationship with people?”

“Not currently, but yes, I have had D/s relationships before,” replied Malfoy, his tone even. 

“And you are a, er, Dom?” Harry tested how the term felt for him. Strange, but there was something…

“I am, yes,” replied Malfoy. 

“And you thought I was a sub because I am wearing a collar? Is that something all subs do?”

“Yes, I did.” Malfoy looked apologetic. “And not all, but it is a common practice in some circles, my theory is that it became more popular with wix because of Animagi.”

Harry nodded, that made sense to him. “But now you know that I wasn’t… that the collar doesn’t mean that for me but you think my reaction to your Dom voice meant something?”

“Yes, now I know.” Malfoy hesitated for a moment. “And I do, you reacted exactly as any other sub I’ve had has ever responded to that tone.”

Harry was starting to get agitated. “But… I’m not… I am an Auror, I’m not really submissive.” He said it like it meant weak and Malfoy understood it that way. 

Malfoy shook his head. “No, Potter, being submissive doesn’t have anything to do with being weak, quite the opposite, actually, in a healthy D/s relationship, the sub is the one that holds the power, it’s the submissive the one that willingly relinquishes control in exchange for freedom from other burdens. That’s not weakness, that’s strength.”

Harry pondered those words. “So if the sub doesn’t give up control…?”

“Then the Dom doesn’t do anything,” explains Malfoy simply. “This only works if both parties want it, a good Dom would never take control forcefully, that is not what it is about. It’s about someone enjoying the freedom of not having to make decisions and handing that responsibility to someone else. It’s about trust and rules and letting someone else make decisions so your brain can go quiet.”

Something in that explanation struck hard at Harry. His pulse spiked and his brain went into overdrive. The thought of his brain going quiet was undeniably appealing. He felt it hadn’t been quiet since Robards had made him a team leader. The weight of all the decisions he had to make every time they were on the field was tough on him. 

Malfoy watched him and let him think. It was unusual to see, this was a very different Malfoy to the one Harry remembered. After his help earlier and this conversation, Harry was starting to think he might actually like this Malfoy. The fact that the prat was stunning definitely didn’t hurt. 

Harry took a deep breath. “Alright, so that explains why I reacted the way I did earlier.” He chewed the inside of his cheek. “I still don’t understand why you wanted to meet me for dinner to explain all this.” 

Malfoy blushed a little and cleared his throat. “I… it got me thinking, the way you responded.” He sipped wine again and picked one of the starters slowly, giving himself more time to reply. “How often does it happen? Your mind and magic going out of control like that?”

Harry copied Malfoy and picked some food. “More often now than it used to,” he admitted, looking down at his plate.

“I figured that I could explain to you the dynamics and the basics at least and once you knew…” Malfoy stopped, shifting restlessly on his chair. 

“Malfoy?” asked Harry.

“That maybe once you knew you might consider giving it a try,” he said all that quickly and then took a gulp of wine. 

“I… what?!” asked Harry, more surprised than anything else. 

“It seemed like it helped you and, you know, I am a Dom, and an experienced one at that.” Malfoy was still blushing a little but his voice was more even now. 

“I… but I’m not… but you…” Harry’s brain just wouldn’t work. 

“Potter?” Malfoy sounded concerned.

“But we don’t get along?”

“Don’t we? We’ve been talking for a while and no one has gotten hurt yet.”

“I…huh, you’re right, and we didn’t fight earlier, or at any time of the few we crossed paths in corridors or Galas,” reasoned Harry. “But I still don’t know if I could do… well, what you described before.” Harry felt himself blush. “Doesn’t that type of relationship have a sexual aspect?”

“They can have, yes,” replied Malfoy, blushing again. “But it’s not a requirement, much like the collars, it’s a choice every couple makes.”

Harry stayed silent for a moment. “I… this is a lot to think about.”

Malfoy nodded. “I was thinking, we can make a very small trial run tonight, if you want, something with low stakes and it would be a short period of time, just this dinner.”

Despite his confusion, Harry was interested. “What do you have in mind?”

“I could order for the both of us, give you some simple instructions and you could see how you feel with that,” explained Malfoy. “If at any point you feel uncomfortable or want to stop then we stop, one of the pillars of BDSM is SSC, Safe, Sane and Consensual, that counts even for a non-sexual trial run. This means if we’re not both in agreement then it doesn’t happen.”

Harry chewed on his cheek again. The proposal was simple, no risk other than him not liking the food, and maybe… maybe it would quiet his brain again. “I…alright,” he said. “That doesn’t sound too bad. But even if this works…”

“Yes, we would have a longer, more thorough conversation before even considering entering any other kind of arrangement, this is just a small trial,” agreed Malfoy. 

Harry nodded. “Then alright, let’s try.”

Malfoy smiled then and Harry felt a little dazed, he had never seen one of those smiles directed at him. It changed his face completely, made him look almost ethereal. 

“Alright, then let’s start with something simple, for at least the duration of this meal, I would like you to call me Draco,” said Malfoy in that same firm but gentle tone from earlier that day.

Harry blinked but his mind reacted to it immediately. The usual buzzing of thoughts crowding his brain reduced noticeably. It wasn’t as detached as earlier, but some of the pressure was gone.

“I can do that, Draco,” he replied, his voice softer than it had ever been when addressing the person in front of him. “Does that mean you’ll call me Harry?”

Malfoy smiled again. “Would you like that?”

Harry nodded, still trying to understand the calm in his brain.

“Then I will, Harry.” 

•~••~•

Draco POV

Draco was elated. Not only Po—Harry had agreed to this little trial run, Draco could see it was working. He could read the dilation of his pupils, the way his position had loosened, his tone softened. 

“How are you feeling, Harry?” he asked, meeting those gorgeous green eyes.

“I feel… calm, it’s like my mind is quieter somehow, so I think it does work the way you thought.” 

Draco nodded. “How does it feel to know you won’t have to decide anything for a while?” 

Harry fiddled with his glass. “For some reason, I am relieved about that,” he admitted. “And confused because of that.” 

“I understand, it can be a little disorienting at the beginning.” Draco took a sip of wine. “It will get less confusing as more time passes.”

Harry still looked unsure but nodded. “So what’s next, Draco?” He said it like he was still testing the way the name tasted. 

“Next is we have a lovely dinner and get to know a little more about each other,” Draco explained. He called the waiter and ordered food and drinks for both of them, watching from the corner of his eye as Harry relaxed even more. 

“Have some of the burrata while we wait for the food, Harry,” Draco was careful to keep his tone gentle as he gave instructions, watching Harry to make sure he wasn’t uncomfortable. 

Harry followed the instruction immediately, almost moaning as the creamy cheese and sharpness of the heirloom tomatoes hit his tastebuds. Draco couldn’t help but smile.

“This is really good,” said Harry, cheeks flushed. 

“I am glad you are enjoying it, Harry,” said Draco, still smiling and trying to temper some of his body’s other reactions. Seeing Harry relaxed and enjoying himself was making blood travel south in his body. But he couldn’t let that distract him. That wasn’t what this trial run was about. 

During the meal, they talked, getting to know each other as they were now and Draco gave small simple instructions in the same gentle but firm tone he’d been using. He made sure to analyze every single one of Harry’s reactions. 

Orders like: “Try that bite with this wine, Harry.” Or “Scoop that sauce with some of the bread.” Left Harry almost moaning every time. By the time they were finishing dessert, Draco was almost mad with arousal. But he had to make sure he pulled Harry gently out of his blissed state. 

Draco summoned the waiter and settled the tab before looking back at Harry. He cleared his throat and slowly stood up. He tentatively placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder and squeezed softly. 

“Harry,” he said, his tone less firm than before. “Since dinner is over the trial run is too.” 

Harry looked up at him and blinked, his green eyes still a little glazed. Draco slowly pulled his arm away and saw Harry track the movement intently. 

Draco panicked for a moment, thinking he had made Harry uncomfortable or pushed too hard, but Harry didn’t seem mad. He just blinked again, his eyes slowly clearing until the green was piercing once more. 

“How are you feeling, Potter?” asked Draco, still analyzing every response. 

“I… still a bit…” he shook his head and rubbed his face. “I feel like my brain is full of cotton, it’s rather annoying.” He frowned. “Don’t go back to calling me Potter, it feels weird.” 

Draco raised an eyebrow but nodded in acceptance. He handed Harry a glass of water. “That feeling is normal, your mind is just readjusting after the end of the scene, drink some water, it will fade out naturally.”

Harry drank the water and kept looking at Draco. “I…” he stopped. “I liked this,” he admitted. “I want…” he frowned. “Can we do this again? But more? You mentioned this is a whole dynamic?” 

Draco was torn between wanting to crow with happiness and scream with frustration because he knew he couldn’t take what Harry was offering now. He smiled gently at Harry. 

“Yes, there can be, but I am not going to accept that now, Harry,” he said. “You just experienced your first sub space, your brain is still adjusting to what happened during dinner.” He tilted his head slightly. “Take the weekend to think about this, to remember how you felt and consider every aspect. This was only a small trial, a D/s relationship has more layers, more rules, more structure, it’s about both parties getting what they want and, at least with me, they involve more intimacy, I am not sure if you are comfortable with that.”

Harry opened his mouth to speak but Draco stopped him by lifting a hand.

“Let me finish, please,” he requested. “Right now there is a possibility you would agree to anything because you are still flooded by the emotions released from our little trial. I need you to consider everything and make a decision with a clear head. Accepting now would not be sane or even fully consensual.”

Harry pursed his lips like he wanted to argue but nodded curtly. “I understand.”

“Just give yourself time to process, alright,” said Draco. “And if you have any questions you can reach me by owl or by Floo call.”

“Thank you, Malf—” he stopped, confused and looked at Draco. 

Draco couldn’t help but chuckle. “You can keep calling me Draco, Harry, if we are even considering doing this, I think it would be appropriate to leave old school rivalries and behaviours behind.”

Harry smiled, seemingly pleased. “Then thank you, Draco. I appreciate you taking the time to explain all this to me and even letting me experiment.”

Draco waved him off. “No need to thank me, it’s not like I didn’t get any enjoyment out of it, this is what I like, Harry, it’s the lifestyle I chose and keep choosing.”

Harry nodded in understanding. 

“I’ll see you soon, Harry.”

“I’ll see you…Draco.”

With a last smile, Draco walked out of the restaurant and Apparated home. 

•~••~•

The moment he got home, Draco leaned back against the door and let out a long groan. He cupped himself through his trousers to relieve some of the pressure that had been building steadily ever since he saw Harry’s face soften as he listened to Draco’s instructions. 

“Fuck,” he breathed. He pushed away from the entrance door and walked stiffly towards his room. 

Not even bothering to turn on the lights, he took off all his clothes, sent them to the hamper with a flick of his wand and got into bed, one hand already wrapping around his erection. He summoned lube before throwing his wand on the bed and then started pumping his cock at his preferred rhythm. All he could see was Harry, the way his breath had hitched every time Draco gave him an instruction, the way his eyes lit up whenever Draco praised him for following them, the way he seemed relaxed and content—

“Fuck, fuck,” he muttered, he was so close already, he felt like an absolute novice. 

After only a few more pumps, he came all over his hand, closing his eyes and thinking of Harry’s blissed out expression at the end of dinner.  

He groped for his wand and cast a cleaning charm to get rid of the evidence of his wanking and then got inside the bed. The last thought that crossed his mind before he fell asleep was that he was utterly fucked. 

•~••~•

Harry POV

Harry got home after dinner with Malfoy and sat on the couch. His mind was a constant whirlwind of emotions and thoughts, but somehow these thoughts didn’t make him feel like he couldn’t breathe. 

Since Mal—Draco had started the trial run, his mind had been surprisingly calm. It was like he was there but everything around him was softer. His brain had finally stopped yelling at him. But there was one side effect that he hadn’t anticipated and was making him more confused. He was hard. Like, incredibly so. He had expected the relief from the out of control thoughts based on what happened in the loos, but he had not expected to be turned on by yielding control. Yielding control to Malfoy of all people. Draco. Getting used to that would take a while. 

He didn’t know exactly how he felt about being hard, well, he did but he was still conflicted about the trigger. Thinking about it, though, maybe he shouldn’t be all that surprised. Draco was stunning, and he had made Harry feel good. Maybe this reaction was completely normal after all. 

He made his way into his bedroom and discarded his clothes on the floor, making quick work of them. He took the lube from his nightstand and dropped onto his bed. He stroked his cock slowly, taking his time to pull his foreskin all the way down and up again, making no effort to muffle the noises escaping his lips. 

“Oh god,” he murmured. He pictured Draco’s face, the way he spoke to him today, the way his instructions made everything feel easy and safe. 

He lubed his free hand, feeling a little bolder today. He slid his finger behind his balls and circled his rim once before pushing a finger inside. He swore and pushed it in and out a few times before adding another finger. He moaned and with a few more strokes he came all over his chest. 

He panted hard and dropped his head on the pillows. He murmured a cleaning charm, not even bothering using his wand and slipped inside his bed. He thought about dinner again and about what he’d just done. This certainly complicated things. 

•~••~•

Harry tried to use the weekend the way Draco had asked him to. He thought and considered everything. And he did research. Since he had used the money from selling Grimmauld Place to buy a place in Muggle London, Harry’s apartment had an internet connection. He had made sure to buy a computer as soon as possible, knowing that it would come useful at some point. 

He looked for information about the D/s dynamics, he looked for information about kinks and noticed things he thought he might like. He thought he really wanted to try some of these things with Draco. 

The thought of letting go of control, of letting Draco take care of everything felt…blissful. He wanted that. Even hours later and with a completely clear head, he wanted more. He didn’t try to question too hard why it was with Draco in particular. He had already accepted that he found him attractive, the fact that he had treated Harry with that gentleness the previous day… Harry shuddered with something that was very close to pleasure. 

By Sunday morning, his mind was made up. He wanted more. He wanted Draco. And Draco had said he could reach out. So he tried to write a letter.

Draco,

I have been thinking, like you said. I need would like to know more about these types of relationships. I have been looking at lists of kinks all I have been researching some aspects of BDSM that I would like to discuss with you. 

You said to take the weekend, but I already know I really want to do this want to at least discuss the possibility of entering this type of relationship. 

I know we haven’t always gotten along, but

Harry growled in frustration. The letter wasn’t coming out the way he wanted it to. Maybe he should call? Draco had said he could. Talking always felt better for him anyway, he was pants at writing. He cast Tempus, it was eleven in the morning. Was that too early?

•~••~•

Harry managed to wait another half an hour but eventually gave in to his urge to call Draco. He walked to his living room, lit the fireplace with a wave of his hand and took a pinch of Floo powder. 

“Draco Malfoy!” he announced after throwing the powder into the fire. He put his head through the fire, resisting the urge to fidget as the flames licked his ears. He could see a tastefully decorated living room once everything stopped spinning. Draco was sprawled on a sofa and jerked up when Harry’s head appeared on his fireplace.  

“Harry?” asked Draco, surprise coloring his tone. “What—are you alright?”

“Er, hi,” replied Harry. He cursed at himself internally. “Y-you said I could call… and I…” He closed his eyes for a moment. “I have been thinking since Friday night.” 

Draco seem to tense as he slipped off the couch and sat closer to the fireplace. “And what have you been thinking about?” 

“I want more,” said Harry, blunt as always. “I want… I have been doing some research.” He knew he was blushing now, hopefully the flames would hide that. 

Draco relaxed minutely and his lips seemed to curl up. “What kind of research?” 

“About… about what you told me, the D/s relationships and BDSM and kinks, all sort of things.”

“And what did you find?” Harry saw that Draco’s hands were fidgeting nervously. 

“A lot… a lot of things,” admitted Harry. “Do you know what the internet is?”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Yes, Harry, I know what the internet is.”

Harry gave him a sheepish look. “I had to ask, most wix still won’t touch Muggle tech.”

Draco snorted but gestured for Harry to continue. 

“Yes, right, I just wanted to know a little more and ended up finding more than I expected and I am both more confused than before but also sure that I really want this,” Harry said all this very quickly. 

Draco gaped at him a little and then chuckled. “Alright, let’s just dissect that, are you sure you’ve had enough time to think this through?”

Harry nodded. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how I felt…”

“And what is it that is confusing you?” asked Draco. 

“There are so many possibilities, so many kinks?” Harry’s voice turned the last word into a question. 

“There are, yes,” agreed Draco. He looked at Harry thoughtfully. “I’m not sure this is the best way to have this conversation, aren’t you uncomfortable?”

Harry fidgeted. “Yes, a little,” he admitted. 

“Would you like to come over?” 

Harry looked down at himself, he was wearing pajama pants and a loose t-shirt. “Give me a few minutes to get changed?”

Draco laughed. “Sure, just come over when you are ready.”

Harry smiled. “I’ll be there in a bit.” He pulled out of the fireplace and sprinted to his room. 

After the quickest shower of his life, Harry got dressed into a tight pair of black jeans, a sage green polo that Hermione had given him for his birthday the previous years and a relatively new set of black trainers. He put on the collar, tried to tame his hair, gave up fairly quickly, cleaned up his glasses and he was at the fireplace again in under fifteen minutes. 

He picked more Floo powder and threw it to the flames again. “Draco Malfoy’s!” He walked into the fireplace, trying to calm the butterflies fluttering inside his stomach.

•~••~•

Draco POV

Draco was a bundle of energy the moment Harry’s head disappeared from his fireplace. He made sure everything was in its proper place and thanked Merlin that he had decided to shower early that morning. 

He made a quick trip to his bedroom to get changed into a pair of tan chinos and a pale blue linen shirt and paired it with his most comfortable pair of loafers. He was preparing some sandwiches when he heard the roar of the fireplace. 

“Er, Draco?” came Harry’s tentative voice. 

“In the kitchen, Harry, I will be right there,” he replied. He finished fixing the food, took out some juice and water from the fridge and placed everything on a tray. He waved his wand and made the food float behind him as he came back to the living room. 

Harry was standing in front of the fireplace, dressed in the tightest jeans Draco had ever seen and a t-shirt that made his eyes look like two emeralds. Draco thought it was unfair for someone to look so incredibly good. 

Harry seemed to be watching him, too, now and Draco sent the tray to the coffee table. 

“Please, have a seat, Harry.” 

Harry moved slowly and sat on the sofa. 

“Have you eaten today?” 

Harry shook his head. 

“Please,” Draco gestured to the sandwiches and Harry grabbed one, tentatively taking a bite. 

“This is good, you made them?” asked Harry, he seemed surprised. 

“I did, are you surprised I can cook?” Draco raised an eyebrow. 

Harry blushed and gave him a sheepish smile. “Maybe a little, yeah.”

Draco chuckled. “I’m a grown man that lives alone, it is a rather necessary skill.” He poured a glass of juice and handed it to Harry.

“Thanks,” murmured Harry, taking a sip. 

Draco poured juice for himself as well and grabbed a sandwich. “You said you’ve thought about our conversation on Friday?”

Harry nodded. “I have, I…it felt right, what we did.” He frowned a little. “I just didn’t know there was so much more to it than that.”

Draco nodded. “It can be as simple or as complicated as any couple makes it.” He drank some juice. “I do have my way to do it and, if you really want to do this, we can go over that and then you can decide if it works for you or not.”

“I really want to do this, Draco,” reassured Harry. 

“Well, then, in a D/s relationship the base is the structure,” explained Draco. “We would have a set of rules that I would set and you would have to follow. If you follow them, you get rewarded and if you break them, there are… corrections.”

“What kind of rules? And when you say corrections you mean punishments?” asked Harry. 

“When I say corrections I mean corrections, I don’t consider them punishments because we would both be doing this for our enjoyment and I don’t think punishments can be enjoyable,” said Draco. “And the rules are a set of guidelines focused on keeping you safe, healthy, comfortable, things that would make it possible for you to want to yield control. For example, the amount of hours you have to sleep, the amount of meals, that sort of thing. I take a sort of nurturing role in my relationships, it’s what appeals to me.” He gave Harry a telling look. “And I enjoy it more if my partner actually needs to yield control for some reason.” 

Harry blinked, a deep blush appearing on his cheeks. “I…” he swallowed. “I really like the sound of that,” he admitted. “Not having to decide anything for a while, it’s definitely appealing for me, too.”

Draco shifted on the couch, crossing his legs to try to hide how this conversation was affecting him. “There are other rules, rules about behaviour around me,” he continued. “For example, whenever we are alone together I would expect you to kneel on the floor with your hands on your thighs and your eyes on the floor—that’s a common submissive position and one that indicates willingness to yield control.” He watched Harry closely to gauge his reaction to this.

Harry shifted on the seat, too, but he didn’t seem angry, in fact his pupils had dilated and his breathing had sped up a little. He cleared his throat before he spoke. “I can do that,” he said, voice still a little breathless. 

Draco swallowed hard. “One of those rules is that you can’t lie to me.” Harry looked at him from a position that seemed closer than they had been when they started this conversation. “If you break one of the rules, you have to tell me. This dynamic doesn’t work without honesty, I can’t take care of you if you lie to me when you don’t follow the instructions I gave.”

“I understand,” said Harry. “I—I wouldn’t lie to you.” He moved again and now Draco could see he was moving closer. 

“Then there’s the… intimate aspect of the relationship,” Draco’s voice trembled slightly here. “I only do this with people willing to be sexually involved with me.” He met Harry’s eyes and cleared his throat. “Is that…um, would you be willing to let me take complete control of your pleasure?” He knew he was blushing, his complexion didn’t hide anything after all, but he kept his gaze steady on Harry’s.

Harry moved once more until their thighs were pressing together. “Yes,” he breathed. “I would.”

“Harry, I am going to kiss you now,” Draco announced. 

“Please,” was the whispered response. 

They both turned to face each other and Draco leaned forward. He pressed his lips against Harry’s and sighed at their softness. He ran his tongue over Harry’s bottom lip, making Harry gasp and give Draco access. Draco deepened the kiss and placed a hand behind Harry’s neck, effectively controlling the kiss. 

Harry moaned and moved closer, pressing his body against Draco’s. 

Draco stopped the kiss and caressed Harry’s cheek. “Merlin, you’re gorgeous, please tell me you’ll let me claim you.”

Harry nodded frantically. “Yes, please.” He moved forward to kiss Draco again but Draco stopped him. 

“No, wait.” Harry stopped immediately and looked at Draco with wide eyes. “Good boy.”

Harry whimpered. 

“We need to finish setting up the rules, we haven’t talked about the corrections and the rewards,” he explained. “It’s important and we should write them down, it will help you at the beginning.”

Harry blinked and shook his head to clear it. “I…alright.” He coughed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to try to jump you.”

Draco laughed. “Harry, don’t apologize for that, I just want to make sure that everything is understood between us and that there are no issues that can complicate stuff further on.”

Harry nodded. “I understand, it makes sense.”

Draco took out his wand to summon paper and a pen. He smirked when he saw Harry’s eyes widen at the pen. “Yes, Harry, I use pens, they are more convenient than quills and ink.”

Harry laughed. “Sorry, it’s just that I never thought I would see Draco Malfoy using a pen.”

Draco chuckled and started writing down the rules they had discussed, adding some more and talking with Harry as he did, explaining why they were there and checking he agreed with everything at every step. He did the same with the lists of rewards and corrections. They established that Harry would address Draco as “Draco” or “Sir.” And they also discussed safe words, deciding to use the traffic light system. 

“We should talk about kinks now,” said Draco. “You should know I don’t do any type of water sports or scat, no blood either, no fluids except for semen, saliva and tears when they are from pleasure. I do not inflict pain nor do I receive it, that would go against what I like, which is seeing my partner safe and happy.”

“I agree with all of that,” said Harry, blushing. “Can I… I saw some things that looked interesting?”

Draco smiled. “What do you have in mind?”

“Bondage,” said Harry, blushing even more. “And…sensory deprivation and enhancement?”

Draco swallowed. “I can do that, I like it, too.”

Harry looked relieved. 

“There is one more thing I would like to discuss before we start this,” said Draco slowly. 

•~••~•

Harry POV 

“What is it?” asked Harry. 

Draco pointed at the collar around Harry’s neck, making Harry’s hand lift automatically to it. 

“I like to give collars to my subs,” explained Draco. “Not at the very beginning since the start is always an adaptation period, but I would expect you to wear my collar once things… stabilize. Do you think you could do that?”

Harry stayed silent for a moment, considering Draco’s words. He’d started wearing Sirius’ collar because it made him feel connected to his godfather and eventually the feeling of the leather felt grounding. But if he was wearing a collar given to him by Draco, maybe the grounding feeling would still be there. It would mean someone cared about him enough to claim him, to want him safe and happy as Draco had said. Harry nodded to himself.

“Yes, I could do that,” he said softly. “I… I think a collar from you would feel grounding even if it didn’t have a direct connection to Sirius.” He smiled. “It would still remind me of this collar probably, and the chain of events it triggered.” 

Draco beamed at him. “Excellent,” he said. “Then I think we have covered all that we needed to.” 

Since they were fully in agreement, they both signed the paper. It was a formality, not really a legal document had explained Draco, it was just something to signify both of them were on the same page and to help Harry if he ever felt lost in this new dynamic.

“Are we starting now?” asked Harry hopefully. 

Draco chuckled. “Eager, are we?” he teased. 

Harry blushed. “I meant it when I said I wanted this.”

Draco watched him for a few moments and, apparently finding what he was looking for on Harry’s face, nodded slowly. “Alright, then, do you remember what we discussed about safe words?”

“Yes, Green for everything is fine, Yellow for slow down or check-in and Red for full stop,” recited Harry. 

“Good, and you will use the safe words if there is anything at all that is making you uncomfortable or you just want to stop?”

“Yes, Draco,” promised Harry. 

“Well, then, we are alone and together, you know what to do,” he said in that lovely firm and gentle tone. 

Harry scrambled off the couch and kneeled on the rug in front of Draco, head bowed, hands on his thighs, butt on his heels. His mind immediately slowed the constant stream of anxious thoughts that were circling around. 

He heard Draco stand up and walk around, taking the empty plate back to the kitchen and quickly washing it and he heard him come back and sit on the couch again. 

“Harry, look at me.”

Harry lifted his head and met Draco’s grey eyes. 

“You are doing so well, Harry, how are you feeling?”

“I’m alright, Draco.”

“Good boy,” said Draco. “Come over to the couch, darling, sit on my lap.”

Harry’s whole body shuddered pleasurably at the praise and he immediately followed the instruction, straddling Draco’s thighs.

“Kiss me, Harry.” 

Harry leaned forwards and pressed his lips against Draco, moving them slowly, tasting Draco’s lips. 

Draco took control of the kiss the moment Harry’s lips started moving, he buried his hands in Harry’s hair and tilted Harry’s head to adjust the angle. Harry moaned as Draco’s tongue slipped into his mouth, shifting forward to press their chests together. 

Draco tilted Harry’s head again and started kissing his neck, making him whimper and shift to alleviate the building pressure. He could feel his dick getting painfully hard inside his jeans. 

“Please,” whispered Harry. 

Draco stopped kissing him and released the hold on Harry’s hair, merely sliding his hand through the messy strands now. 

“What do you want, darling? Tell me.”

“You, I want you, please Draco” babbled Harry. 

“You want me to do what, be specific, Harry,” instructed Draco. 

“I want you to fuck me, pleasepleaseplease.” 

Draco smiled. “It will be my pleasure.”

Draco kissed Harry softly one more time. 

“Come, darling, let’s go to my bedroom,” he said. He helped Harry stand and led the way. 

Harry looked curiously around Draco’s bedroom through the slight haze he felt every time Draco gave him instructions. It was as neat as the rest of the apartment and just as tastefully decorated. 

“Not as Slytherin as you expected?” teased Draco, tugging Harry towards the bed. 

Harry giggled. “No,” he agreed. “You’re just, very neat.” He let himself fall backwards onto the bed, kicking his shoes away first and watched Draco crawl on top of him. 

They kissed for a long time, until their now-quite-persistent erections forced their hand. Harry’s mind was still mellow and that just made everything a lot more enjoyable. He realized he trusted Draco to make sure he had a good time. 

Draco moved until he was standing at the foot of the bed. “Strip for me, Harry,” he said, licking his lips. 

Harry sat on the bed to comply, pulling the polo over his head and upsetting his glasses in the process. He took those off as well and then flicked open the button of his jeans. He looked at Draco as he unzipped it and pulled it off, leaving him in only his boxers. 

Draco moved closer, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it drop to the floor. “The underwear, too, darling.”

Harry felt a smidge of self-consciousness and hesitated with his hands on the waistline of his boxers. Draco noticed immediately.

“What’s wrong, Harry?” he asked. “Colour?”

“Green, I’m just… it’s been a while,” he admitted, blushing. 

“That’s fine, sweetheart, we’ll take it slow, let me take care of you.”

Harry swallowed hard and nodded. “Okay,” he whispered. He pulled down his boxer and lay down on the bed. 

Harry heard the rustle of Draco’s trousers hitting the floor and soon enough he could see him moving over the bed until he was crawling over Harry again. The skin-against-skin feeling made him whimper and lift his hips instinctively.

“You’re so gorgeous, darling,” murmured Draco against Harry’s lips. “Just perfect, so perfect for me.”

Harry whimpered again. 

Draco murmured a spell and then there was something soft sliding over Harry’s skin. He opened his eyes—when had he even closed them?—and looked at Draco with wide eyes. 

“Do you think you can be a good boy for me, Harry?” asked Draco, showing Harry the strips of deep green silk.

Harry nodded frantically, the sight of the silk making his heart speed up and his cock leak steadily against his abs.

“Lift your arms for me, darling.”

Harry did, his breath speeding up as Draco tied his hands loosely to the headboard. 

“Fuck, you look so beautiful like this, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

“Please,” begged Harry. 

Draco smiled and kissed his way down Harry’s body, spending some time on Harry’s nipples and making Harry almost sob with pleasure. He eventually reached Harry’s cock and gave it a soft kiss before taking it all inside his mouth. 

Harry’s hips jerked up before he could control them and he moaned. 

Draco came up and looked at Harry, his hand now wrapped around Harry’s cock and wanking him slowly. 

“I need you to keep your hips still, darling, think you can do that for me?”

“Y-yes, Draco.”

Draco smiled and wrapped his lips around Harry’s cock again, this time bobbing his head up and down, drawing the filthiest sounds from Harry’s mouth. 

•~••~•

Draco POV

Draco thought he had known pleasure before, but nothing compared to what it felt like to have Harry under him, hands tied with green silk over his head and those stunning eyes wide open looking at Draco like he hung the moon. Nothing would ever compare to this. To being able to do this with Harry. To being able to take care of him. 

Draco kept sucking Harry off, watching every twitch and every tell and listening avidly to every noise that fell from those gorgeous red lips. 

“So close, I’m…you…” Harry pulled from the restraints like he wanted to grab Draco. 

Draco just hummed around his cock and came up for a moment. “I want you to come in my mouth, darling.”

Harry keened as Draco resumed his ministrations and it wasn’t long until he was spilling himself down Draco’s throat. Draco swallowed everything and hummed again before licking him clean. He crawled up Harry’s body to kiss him deeply.

Harry moaned and kissed him back, pulling from the restraints again. Draco loosened them a little and massaged Harry’s wrists.  

“You did so well, Harry, such a good boy,” praised Draco. “Are you ready for some more?”

“M-more?” asked Harry, clearly still a bit out of it. 

“I want to make you come again while you are wrapped around my cock,” said Draco. “Would you like that, darling?” 

Harry’s eyes widened and his pupils dilated until there was barely any green left. “Yes,” he whispered. “I want that, Draco, please.” 

Draco smiled and summoned the bottle of lube from his nightstand. He lifted Harry’s legs to his shoulders, shoved a pillow under his hips and almost whimpered at the sight.

“Merlin you are so beautiful like this, Harry, such a pretty hole,” he coated his fingers and set the bottle aside before circling Harry’s rim with his index finger. He cast the necessary cleaning and protection charms as he did, watching Harry’s face hungrily. 

Harry made a strangled noise and his heels dug on Draco’s shoulders almost painfully. 

Draco smiled and kissed the inside of Harry’s thighs while he slowly circled again before gently pushing the finger inside, rotating it a few times.

He opened Harry up slowly, adding one finger at the time and making sure Harry was loose and relaxed and almost sobbing every time Draco purposefully brushed his prostate. 

When he thought Harry was sufficiently prepared, he slicked his cock with the lube and pressed the tip of his cock against Harry’s rim.

He watched Harry’s breath catch as he slowly pushed his hips forward, slowly sinking inch by inch into Harry’s body. He had to be slow or he would blow his load immediately, hearing Harry’s moan and making him come had left Draco almost mad with the need to come, too. 

“How are you doing, darling?” he asked breathlessly. 

“S’good,” slurred Harry. “Moreplease.” 

Draco chuckled at Harry’s inability to speak coherently and started thrusting slowly, trying different angles until Harry’s wail told him he had hit his prostate head on. 

After that, Draco set a faster pace, his eyes firmly on Harry’s face, watching every twitch and turn. Hearing the whimpers and sobs escaping his lips. He saw Harry’s eyes flutter close. 

“Harry, open your eyes, darling, look at me,” he instructed, thrusting harder. “I want you to come one more time, sweetheart, can you do that for me?”

Draco wrapped one of his hands around Harry’s once-again-hard cock and pumped it at the pace of his thrusts. 

Harry screamed as he came again, clenching around Draco and pushing him over the edge as well. He grunted as he emptied himself inside Harry’s ass. 

Draco undid the restraints and pulled out gently before taking the pillows from under Harry. He turned them both onto their sides and held Harry against him, back to chest, all the time caressing Harry’s arms and rubbing his wrists to reestablish circulation.  

“So good, such a good boy, so perfect Harry,” he murmured soothingly in Harry’s ear.

Harry hummed and pressed himself tighter against Draco’s chest. 

“How do you feel, darling?” asked Draco. 

“‘M okay, Draco,” replied Harry groggily. 

Draco kissed the back of Harry’s neck and kept murmuring quiet praise.

After a few moments, he coaxed Harry to sit against his chest while he sat against the headboard. Draco conjured a glass and filled it with *Aguamenti* before handing it to Harry. 

“Drink all of it, Harry.”

Harry complied immediately, draining the glass so Draco filled it for him again and offered Harry a bar of chocolate from his nightstand. 

“Do you always have chocolate in your bedroom?” asked Harry, seemingly amused.

“Most of the time,” admitted Draco, laughing softly.

He kept caressing Harry while he ate and talking softly until he was sure Harry was firmly out of sub space.  

“What did you think of today, Harry?” he asked, tracing little circles on Harry’s arms. 

Harry turned so he could look at Draco. “I loved it, Draco, seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.” He chewed the inside of his cheek. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt that safe and cared for before either.”

Draco leaned forward and kissed him softly. “I’m glad you liked it.”

Harry looked at him uncertainly. “Did you… did you like it, too?”

Draco blinked and cupped Harry’s cheek. “Harry, that was incredible and I loved every second, watching you come down my throat and all over the both of us while I was inside you was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, I am tempted to just keep you here like that forever.” He smirked. 

Harry laughed and kissed him. “I’m glad, but you can’t keep me here forever, we do have jobs.”

Draco sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately, you’re right.”

They talked in bed for a while longer and then Harry mentioned he had promised his friends dinner that night so he should probably go back home. 

They got changed together, still kissing between buttoning Draco’s shirt and zipping up Harry’s jeans and they walked to the living room shoulder to shoulder. 

“I really enjoyed today,” said Harry, looking at Draco shyly. “We can do this again soon, right?”

Draco chuckled. “Of course, darling,” he said. “We could do this every day if we wanted to, for longer, too, but let’s do that slowly, you are new to this and I don’t want you to feel overwhelmed.”

Harry seemed to melt a little at that. He coughed lightly. “Right, yes, but with living in different places… I don’t know, I just don’t know how it works.”

“We can discuss living together in a few months, for now let’s see how we feel with all this, alright?”

“Alright,” agreed Harry. “See you soon?” 

“Yes, see you soon, Harry.” 

They kissed one more time and Harry went through the Floo. 

•~••~•

They continued meeting for scenes a few times a week for a few months. Draco made sure the process was slow and comfortable for Harry, he wanted to make sure they were both getting what they needed. 

He felt he was the luckiest person in the world. Harry came to him whenever he couldn’t cope with work or when something happened with his friends that upset him. Draco vented when he needed about his parents, his friends, and work sometimes without getting into specifics. Harry invited Draco to meet Teddy and Andromeda and now they had standing visits with them a few Saturdays a month. 

They were right together. Fit perfectly. So after three months of this Draco knew it was time. He had already bought the collar, really. He had bought it after the first week of being with Harry. He just hadn’t wanted to do this too quickly. He opened the box, looked down at the deep green leather, the exact colour of Harry’s eyes, and smiled at the tag with"Draco's Darling" engraved on the surface. It had been a struggle to hide it from Harry, who basically lived in Draco’s apartment by now. 

He had booked a table in The Golden Phoenix again, sentimental maybe but it felt like it would be appropriate to commemorate this moment in the first place they’d had dinner together. 

So while they had dinner, Draco was nervous but excited at the same time. Harry had stopped wearing Sirius’ collar once he had found more comfort in his relationship with Draco and Draco was eager to give Harry something to feel more grounded when they couldn’t be together. 

After dessert had been eaten and they were both pleasantly full and mellowed by the wine Draco had chosen, it was time. Draco took out the box from his pocket and enlarged it before pushing it towards Harry.

Harry took it with a curious look. He opened and gasped, looking up at Draco with wide eyes. 

“Really?” he asked, voice trembling a little. 

“Really,” confirmed Draco. “Ready to let everyone know that you’re mine?”

“So ready,” said Harry, taking the collar out of the box and offering it to Draco, his fingers brushing tenderly over the tag. 

Draco stood up behind Harry’s chair and placed the collar around Harry’s neck, fastening the clasp.

Harry’s hand lifted to touch it and his breath caught in his throat. He turned to look at Draco. 

“How does it look?” he asked. 

“You look beautiful, Harry,” replied Draco, his voice a little hoarse. “And mine.”

Harry beamed at him. “Take me home?” he asked. 

“Gladly.”

~The End~