To everyone who has enjoyed this story, this is the last chapter.

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Chapter 13: For the wrong reasons

Draco stood still as Harry strode in the room, holding a small object in his hand. He stopped a few steps away from him, eyes wild.

"Take a look. I purchased it specially for you." Draco examined the small crystal ball in Harry's hand, watching as golden flames licked on its interior. Then he chanced another glimpse on Harry's face, and a tremor run though his spine.

"What is that?" his voice was soft, trying to simmer down the feeling he sensed in the wildly grinning boy in front of him. "Let's open it, shall we?" Harry retorted, taking a step forward.

The Slytherin took two steps back, hitting the hard wall.

"Are you afraid, Draco?" the blond twitched at the sound of his name. It was almost as if Harry knew what he was doing. But that couldn't be. There was no reason for him to come back if he knew he was free. There was no reason to...

He felt Harry's breath in his ear, his body slightly touching his own. His heart leaped at the closeness, and he pressed himself further on the wall, avoiding Harry's mouth and turning his face away from him. Was he afraid? And of what?

"Acknowledge your fear. Tell me to stop and I'll stop, but do so now. Because I am about to lose it, Malfoy. And then..." Harry let one of his hands slide inside the blond's shirt, caressing the thin line of hair and the muscles on his stomach. Draco withered under his touch, clenching his teeth but staying silent. Nuzzling his pale neck and letting his hot breath wander his skin, Harry reached Draco's ear, gaining a tiny whimper from him and feeling himself grow harder at the sound.

Even without the effect of the potion possessing him, his desire for the blond was maddening. He just could not wait. He couldn't hold himself when the other was answering to his touch like that, having felt what it means to take him, to kiss him, even to allow him to do with him as he pleased. Even submitting to him was ecstasy. Getting used, left spent. He thought that perhaps it was already too late for Draco to back off. He needed him more than he had thought, and control was beyond him.

He brought the ball to Draco's face, its golden flames empowered and dancing furiously in their cage. His other hand attacked one of Draco's nipples, the tip of his finger softly feeling its top, and then pinching at it almost roughly, making the Slytherin whimper in denial of the feeling washing over him. Harry was breathing huskily in his ear, making his own need known to the blond, whose breaths were coming out harder by the second.

"Open it, Malfoy." Harry breathed , letting his tongue lick the shell of Draco's ear. "Since when do you get to boss me around, Potter?" the other was trying hard to sound the way he should, while his body was betraying him, offering itself willingly to his enemy, the man who would most probably bring his end.

"Since you started begging for my touch as well. Because you can't deny it..." Harry's hand worked its way in Draco's pants, proving his point. "...it's crying out for me, Draco" and he gave just one stroke on his painfully hard erection. Draco's moan was shattering. His hips arched for Harry's hand, but the Gryffindor pulled his hand out. Harry thought he heard him utter something like "wait". "I did not get that, come again?" "I said, don't stop."

"But the night is still young Draco. And everyone is missing. Oh by the way, they will be gone for a long time..." "What did you do??" Draco was shocked by the remark."Hush now, was this your problem?" Harry slid his leg between Draco's legs, touching him slightly, just like the blond had done so many times before. He heard him whimper again, but he did not flinch. So he still thought of it as demeaning. He would have all night to change his mind.

Harry grinned wildly. Draco looked at him, but he could only focus on breathing as his cock strove for attention and his mind told him to stay still. "If you don't do it, I will." "What is that, Potter!" Harry played with the opening of the crystal "Let's see, shall we?" and he set the wild flames free. They danced on Draco's skin,tasting it, but before the blond had time to react, they slid down his arms and forced his hands up, above his head, bounding them to a magical chain.

Draco pulled on the chain, testing its strength. He looked at Harry, as soon as he realized he would never break the spell without his wand. Harry's face was puzzled. His eyes were wandering the chain which was holding Draco's hands loose above him, and he flinched at the sound it made as Draco pulled at it once more. His expression turned to amused, and he caught Draco's chin with his fingers, making him look at him.

"Who would imagine, really? You, a masochist. " Harry touched the soft lips, aching to kiss, but resisting.

"What are you talking about? Let -me- go!" and Draco pulled harder on the chain, making the clanging echo in the room.

"I think I like you like that..." Harry whispered, and pressed his body against him, letting their erections collide and watching Draco wince in desire. "I can't even begin to tell you, how much I need you right now..." the blond's mouth fell open, panting, his face flushed farther at Harry's words.

Harry closed the distance between their faces, an tilted his head to the side, a breath away from Draco's lips. "It's not as easy to tease when you lack the upper hand,right?" Draco's eyes had lingered on Harry's lips, breathing hard, as waves of heat bathed his skin. Harry pulled back just a little, enough to make Draco grimace in disappointment. He smirked.

"Invading minds is a very nasty trick, Malfoy. I will not lie to you. Your power on me was excruciating." He let his hands wander the Slytherin's slender torso, wanting to feel every inch of him, enjoying the feeling of his absolute surrender.

He traced the blond's jawline with his tongue, making him tilt his head back against the wall, subconsciously giving him more access to his bare neck. Harry grabbed him by the neck forcefully, drank on the invitations Draco was sending out to him, on the power he was granted over him once more.

He allowed himself to breathe his scent, all the while planting open mouthed kisses on the pale skin, because the taste was almost as irresistible as the scent. Intoxicating. Addictive. His need was aching, repressed by his pants. He bit hard on the exposed neck, his possessive feelings taking over his mind. He was his. Only his. Only he should be allowed to mark this body, own this man. And Draco screamed his name, as if he was approving Harry's thoughts, as if being chained to his mercy wasn't proof enough.

The blond's control shattered, and he thrust onto Harry's erection, gaining the friction that they both ached for, the feeling of need for the other's desire, more than release itself. Harry almost broke then, almost answered Draco's thrusts as he felt his body give in to the sensation, urging him to move, to demand more. But he stood still, head in the crook of Draco's still clothed shoulder, but unable to pull away.

He felt the Slytherin speed up his movements, heard his moans become more desperate, imagined his arms seizing the chains harder as he heard them clang . And he was brought back to reality.

This was going to be the last time. And perhaps it was for the wrong reasons, but he would not have it end so soon. It was too soon. Too soon to let go.

"Stop!"

Draco thrust harder, making Harry moan and thrust back, momentarily losing it.

"No. I said-Stop."

He grabbed him by the waist, pinning him on the wall, breaking the contact.

"I want to show you how it feels. I want you to understand." Draco could not make sense out of Harry's words in his hazy mind, so he just struggled against his grip, trying to focus on his eyes, but failing miserably.

Then he felt it. Harry was invading his head, like he had done to him so many times before. His defenses bowed to the other instinctively, allowing the force of Harry's thoughts to take over.

His eyes slid shut.

A pink, wet tongue was licking its way to his lower stomach, his sweaty skin almost evaporating at the touch. Hands were gripping at his hipbones as a raven haired boy played with his navel, and he felt like screaming. The boy in front of him knelt on the floor, taking hold of his thighs and bringing his repressed need in front of him. Draco remembered how this felt like. Harry's hot mouth engulfing him, pumping and licking and sucking hard on him. He let out a hoarse cry as he watched Harry unbutton his pants...

Harry was marveling at the sight of Draco Malfoy whimpering by the images alone. He stood in a distance that allowed him to get a full view of him as he tortured his mind, feeding his desire but never satiating it. He saw small drops of sweat sliding down his neck and into his shirt, where pink nipples showed through wet white fabric. His mind went mad with desire, and driving more images into Draco's own, he saw him writhe and heard a pathetic sound escape the blond's lips.

Harry's mouth was hell. Even when he couldn't really feel it. But the Gryffindor released his shaft, standing on his feet. Draco could see now that Harry was naked. It had been such a long time since he had actually laid eyes on his body... His fingers opened the buttons of Draco's shirt, and he let their chests touch, felt his hard nipples caress his oversensitive skin...Harry's hands moved to his ass, cupping him and lifting him, guiding his legs around his waist...

"Enough, Potter!That's – enough!" Draco shook his head from side to side, forcing Harry out of his mind. Harry winced at the opposition, not skilled enough to maintain his hold on the Slytherin.

"Oh pity. That should be fun to watch." Harry smirked at the desperation with which Draco had shoved him off. Such pride. It was a shame to witness this man break.

He came close to Draco again, who was glaring at him now, eyes foggy but focused. "Is that the only way you can fuck me, Potter? Mind tricks?" his ironic smirk was fighting his way back on his lips. His words hit right on target. Harry grabbed the blond by his waist with one hand and the crystal cage of the magical flames with the other. He hit it two times on the wall, and the chain turned golden, then shivered, then disappeared retreating to its cage. He threw the ball on the floor as Draco threw his hands around his shoulders, pulling him close.

The two of them stayed that way, panting and pulling at each other's clothes, both wanting to claim the other's lips but neither attempting to, foreheads touching, lips parting only to make the desire worse.

That will mean this is more than sex.

But wasn't that clear already? They both knew Harry was free, even if Harry had not admitted to Draco that he knew. And they were both at this state, while necessity had taken a whole different form. This was still a fight. Not love between two normal people. Not just sex. This was a battle to hold on to a bond stranger than everything going on. A bond formed through rivalry and hatred, transformed into insatiable passion. Need. Craving.

Draco's grip relaxed, and he leaned back on the wall.

"Make a choice. Kiss me, or pull away." and as he heard the blond repeat the words he had said a long time ago, Harry felt his heart sink in his chest. A second chance, to do it as it should have been done back then and there.

His hold on the blond relaxed as well, and he begun to notice his flushed face again, his beautiful gray eyes, so tempting when dark with passion, his hair, golden like light itself, yet cold, cold as his body had felt in the past days, without the heat of the poison, but tormented by the facts that had come into light.

Draco's expression softened as Harry leaned in, softly brushing his lips against his own, and he moved slightly to answer the kiss, afraid the moment would be gone and the madness would take over again. It didn't. Harry's lips moved on his, soft and tender, and their mouths opened slightly together, exploring tongues moving forward and hot breaths mingling. Their tongues met and they pulled each other closer, wet clothes touching and erections rubbing, all of it too much to handle. Harry's hands moved to Draco's shirt, unbuttoning it, and Draco copied his actions, working on Harry's own, lips parting and uniting again like magnets being torn apart and pulled back to each other again.

"It's in the drawer" Draco whispered and Harry understood. He kissed the blond passionately and took a small bottle out of his pocket. He released Draco from the kiss and looked straight into his eyes. "Open your mouth." the blond closed his eyes and obeyed. A shadow passed through Harry's features. So he was not going to back off. Just let it happen. He let the liquid run into the Slytherin's mouth and watched his face twitch slightly. Draco swallowed and opened his stormy gray eyes, crooking a smile at Harry. He resumed their kiss without a word.

Shirts were discarded to the floor and pants followed. Harry took Draco's face in his hands, deepening the kiss, and Draco allowed him entrance, moaning softly into his mouth and letting his hands drop to Harry's waist. He pulled away from Harry's kiss and looked into his emerald eyes. He gave one last soft kiss to his lips and slithered down the wall, leaving Harry shocked and breathless. It couldn't be what he thought it was. But then he felt Draco pull down his boxers, and felt warm breath wash over his shaft as the Slytherin took his erection in his mouth, tasting reluctantly. His hands sought support on the wall as Draco sucked for the first time and his legs felt weak. He couldn't hold back the moan that escaped his mouth, or the husky sounds that followed as Draco licked and sucked in turns, making his world blank out. He felt his need built up, his body tighten. "Draco..." he whimpered and Malfoy understood, letting go and standing up again.

No spells were needed to trigger it. And they both knew that. But Draco had to say the spell, because after all, it was ritual. It seemed though that neither Draco was willing to let go yet.

He grabbed Harry and pulled him towards his bed, throwing him on it. Harry was suffering like the times when the spell was triggered. He mind was numb, his body was aching. Draco claimed his lips once more, laying his body on top of him, and Harry opened, letting him in, feeling again the need to succumb to his passion, to feel it one last time.

"I can't...It's too much...please..." Harry muttered an Draco licked on his earlobe, rocking his hips slowly, letting their bare erections touch once more, then using his hand to rock them together, keeping a torturous rhythm.

"Let me take you, Potter." Harry thrust harder against him, driven to the edge, needing it more than he could ever imagine.

"Do it." and with that Draco lifted his legs, holding them to his sides and entered him, his whole entity crushing at the feeling, as Harry moaned into his ear and he guided himself deeper into him, a completion perfect enough to drive them mad right then and there. Draco's rhythm was speeding up quickly, and Harry felt his body burn as he felt a slender hand pump at his shaft, and then Draco was moaning louder than ever, his own mind was screaming to finally let go, give in...

"Draco. Please. Draco." Harry's pleas were as desperate as ever, and Draco kissed him once more, harder than all the times their lips had met, making his lips bleed and they were fighting again, because in the end this was all it was. And Harry fought back with force, ignoring the pain, ignoring everything as their lips parted and the blond breathed :

"Come for me, Potter"

And he let go, not recognizing his own voice as Draco emptied himself inside him.

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Harry was gazing at the ceiling, holding a sleeping Draco in his arms. The blond's chest was heaving peacefully, his lips moving with every breath he took on Harry's chest. The Gryffindor cast another glance at the beautiful man in his arms and released him slowly from his embrace. He stepped off the bed and got dressed, eyes resting on the slender body left behind on the bed.

He knelt by the bedside.

"You'll be a different man when you wake up. Because you WILL wake up. I know you'll hate me in the morning more than you ever did. But fact is, I have realized I can't live without your hatred, Draco.

I thought you would back off when the poison would come up. When you'd see that I was willing to obey you once more. I thought you would run away. I don't dare to imagine why you didn't, really.

I'll leave the crystal ball to you. After all, it's made from you, for you. You did not understand of course, but it submitted to your will. You got yourself chained for me, Draco. Ain't that ironic? Your life and your body, you gave freely to me. But I guess I would do the same, so I won't judge too harsly.

In the end, I guess I have the hero complex. At least that's what you'd say, right? But make no mistake, Draco. I am not saving you out of duty.

I am saving you to suffer, since you need it so much. Because I can't stand suffering alone. I guess I am more of a Slytherin than you would acknowledge and I would admit if you were awake."

Harry reached for the drawer next to Draco's bed, and found the final bottle of Draco's poison.

"So it was one." he whispered to himself and put it in his pocket.

He sat on the bed again, taking Draco's left bandaged hand in his own, unraveling it slowly. A skull showed itself as the bandage came off, and then a snake protruding from its mouth. Harry felt nothing. He couldn't feel anymore. He had felt everything in time already spent. He let Draco's hand free to rest on the bed, and placed the bandage next to it. He glanced once more at the sleeping face, and passed his fingers through Draco's golden hair.

So they feel like satin too. He thought to himself and leaned down, kissing the blond's forehead.

"I'll leave now."

and he strode out of the Slytherin dorm, cold as ice and mind foggy.

His steps led him again on the astronomy tower. Up, up once more, walking to walk, living to stay alive.

He faced the angry sky, its clouds moving faster and faster to the wind as night was torn apart by the faint light of dawn that escaped the dark maze of the clouds.

Downstairs in the Slytherin dorm, a blond boy was waking to another painful day, puzzled as he faced the world outside. He touched his arm and realized something was missing. His eyes met the dark mark on his forearm and the bandage lying on his bed. He knew. He knew and he had tricked him. The final dosage was missing.

Up on the astronomy tower, a raven haired boy was sobbing, clenching at his chest, feeling a tearing pain torture his soul. His mind's defenses shuddered for a moment and vanished, letting a furious voice scream at him, words he could not understand, poisoning his mind.

YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE, POTTER! I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN LIKE I NEVER DID BEFORE. I WILL MAKE YOU-"

and Harry put all his strength in one last effort, shielding the doors of his mind and holding the enraged voice out of his head forever.

Everything was silent again. Just the wind and himself, as a thunder roared and the skies opened violently.