This is set a little ways after Collar Mark. It's a sequel of sorts, although I wasn't planning on one haha, and it's more from Harry's point of view. I hope it lives up to your expectations haha. This is still a creature-bond, master/slave, Harry/Draco slash story, please don't read it if any of the above offend. There are sexual situations, misunderstandings, angst, fluff, and bad language.

I don't own anything nor do I claim to, please don't sue.

MY MASTER'S WISHES

'Please Master, please hurry,' said Draco.

Harry smirked and continued winding the ribbon around Draco's cock and balls.

'Now, now, pet. We know everyone will want to touch your ears and we know how that makes you feel,' he tapped the head of the cock in his hands and Draco's eyes rolled back, 'and we can't have anyone but me making you feel like that. So I need to make sure you'll wait for me.'

'I-I would w-wait for you anyway, Master,' whimpered Draco.

Harry grinned and kissed Draco's nose.

'I know, pet. That's what makes it so much sweeter.'

Draco whined as Harry went back to his task, soft keening noises emitting from his throat without any permission from his brain. Finally Harry finished. Draco didn't move as Harry pulled his dress robes from the wardrobe. Harry moved Draco's limbs to easier positions as he dressed him, one arm out, then the other, chin up, shoulders back. Lastly, he reached around and pulled Draco's soft tail through the specially designed hole at the back of his robes. He stepped back to admire his masterpiece.

Draco was stunning in the navy robes. They had an almost military cut to them, and the contrast that made with the soft grey ears and tail was nearly enough to warrant not leaving the house. Harry sighed and shrugged on his own dress robes. He could hear Draco fidgeting but elected to let him stew. Finally Draco broke.

'Master? You didn't put any pants on me.'

'No.'

'A-are you going to?'

Harry stepped into Draco's space, cupping his tied cock through the relatively thin material.

'I don't think so, pet.'

Draco was about to complain when Harry apparated them both. They arrived at the wedding grounds, Harry's hand still massaged Draco's genitals.

'M-Master…'

'Yes pet?'

'P-People will s-s-s-see…oh!'

Harry had slipped his hand between the robes. The coarse skin of Harry's palm scraping over the slivers of hit flesh between the ribbon was almost too much for Draco, but Harry had ensured he wouldn't be coming before it was time. Draco leaned heavily against Harry, hands fisting in his robes. Two figures appeared to escort them to the ceremony.

'Hello Harry,' said Fred.

'Alright, Draco?' said George.

'He seems a little.'

'Flushed, one might say.'

'Flustered would be another option.'

'Side-along doesn't really agree with him,' lied Harry, never stilling his hand under Draco's robes.

He suspected Fred and George knew what he was doing, but he didn't really mind. He only stopped when Draco let out something of a sob.

'Feeling better, pet?'

Harry smoothed down Draco's robes and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. Draco looked utterly debauched as he glowered at Harry.

'Beautiful, pet. I'm so glad you're mine.'

~~^..^~~

That was at Ron and Hermione's wedding three months ago. Things were different now. Harry and Draco were in a cramped robes shop. Harry was waiting while Draco tried some on.

'I don't know which colour I like better, Master,' muttered Draco as he fingered the high neck of the robes, his collar mark itching.

Harry winced and glanced hastily around him. The small shop was empty save the elderly shopkeeper.

'Draco, you know you have permission to call me Harry in public.'

He was still looking around and didn't see Draco's frown.

'But I…yes, Harry.'

'Just pick one, Draco, so we can get home.'

'I can't decide.'

Harry frowned and waved distractedly in Draco's direction.

'If you really can't pick, get both. Do whatever you want, just try to hurry up.'

Draco sighed and walked back to the changing room. He pulled off the navy robes and compared them to the grey. He decided on both, but all the fun had gone out of the trip. Shopping hadn't always been like this.

~~^..^~~

'I don't know which colour I like better, Master,' purred Draco as he paraded the dragon-skin pants in front of Harry.

Harry glanced hastily around before grabbing Draco's hip and pulling him onto his lap. Draco moaned as Harry rubbed his ears with one hand while the other snuck around to grope his arse.

'Oh god, H-Harry…'

Harry squeezed Draco's bottom in reprimand.

'I don't recall giving you permission to call me Harry, pet.'

'But I…yes, Master.'

Harry grinned and allowed the other man to stand up.

'Just pick one, pet.'

'I can't decide.'

Harry frowned for a moment before smirking at Draco. He stepped up behind him and pressed his lips to the proudly displayed collar mark. Draco almost melted under the caress.

'Get the black.'

Draco nodded shakily and stumbled back to the changing room. He grinned as he peeled of the black pants and compare them to the blue. He was fairly sure he could convince Harry to come back and buy them another time.

~~^..^~~

'Draco what are you doing in there?'

Draco finished buttoning his own robes and opened the door, handing the new ones to Harry.

'Sorry, Harry.'

'Whatever, look what am I doing with these?'

'I thought you could…you could buy them for me?'

Harry laughed, his face softening for a moment.

'Is it really so hard to understand?' He reached out as though to rub Draco's ears but caught himself. 'Draco, your money and my money, my money is your money, and all of it is just our money now, remember?'

'But it shouldn't be.'

Draco was shifting from foot to foot, worried Harry would punish him for talking back and even more worried Harry would do nothing.

'Worried about me getting my half-blood hands on the Malfoy fortune?' snapped Harry.

'No, that's not what I-'

'Forget it, Draco. I'll see you at home.'

With that, Harry thrust the robes into Draco's arms and stormed out of the shop. Draco stood frozen until the shopkeeper wandered over to check he was alright. He barely glanced at her as she rang up the robes, offering a muttered 'thanks' before he was gone too.

~~^..^~~

Harry was late home that night. Very late. Draco knew because he'd been waiting. He'd cooked dinner and left it out on the table under a heating charm. He'd changed the sheets and tidied up in their bedroom. He'd showered, cleaning ever part of himself until his skin was soft and his hair glowed and his whole body smelt like the perfumes Harry loved best. He'd stayed naked and was kneeling in front of the table. Harry would walk in, smell the food, walk into the dining room and see Draco and everything would go back to normal. Or that had been the plan.

Draco's knees were aching after the first hour. His neck was aching after the second. By the third the smell of his sweat was mingling with the perfumes. After the fourth his ears and tail were drooping horribly. Finally, sometime during the fifth hour, Harry came home. He smelt the food. He walked into the dining room. He saw Draco.

'Draco, what are you doing? God you'll freeze kneeling on the cold floor like that. And why are you naked? Merlin, Draco. Can't you at least pretend to take care of yourself?'

Draco couldn't bring himself to look up. Hiding behind his fringe, he closed his eyes until the tears retreated. Still not looking at Harry, he rose stiffly and walked to grab his coat. He pulled it on and moved to the floo.

'I'm sorry, Master.'

With that whisper he stepped into the flames and vanished back to Malfoy Manor.

~~^..^~~

Draco didn't come back the next morning. Harry drank himself stupid that night.

~~^..^~~

Draco didn't come back the morning after. Harry went to see Ron and Hermione that night.

~~^..^~~

'I just don't understand, Harry,' said Hermione as she served them dinner, 'Draco always seemed so happy with you. What's changed?'

'I don't know. Ever since your wedding he's been getting more and more agitated and frustrated. I can always feel it and it's making me so frustrated with him and I just don't know how to fix it.'

'Mate, you did speak to him about the wedding…fiasco didn't you?' said Ron.

'I don't want to remind him of it. I've been treating him better though.'

Hermione frowned. 'What do you mean by better?'

'What do you-'

Their conversation was interrupted by a huge owl flying in the window and dropping a letter on Harry's lap. He saw the official Malfoy seal and opened it with trembling fingers.

Harry,

It appears I can no longer give you what you require and thus I am extending to you this invitation. We have been bonded for the required two years to allow this procedure. Should you accept, there is a process which will remove all bonds and leave you free to continue your life without my interference.

I am truly sorry it has come to this and I have enjoyed our time together. I would be grateful if you could tell me which of my transgressions led you to become so unhappy with my services but I understand if you would prefer to not spend any more time in my presence.

Draco Malfoy

Hermione and Ron snatched up the letter when Harry dropped it. Hermione gasped.

'What did he do, Harry? What was so bad he feels he has to remove the bond?'

'He didn't do anything, Hermione. I don't understand why he's doing this.'

'I didn't know he could,' said Ron.

'I researched it when they first bonded, he can, but he won't be able to choose his next bondmate. Because he won't provide them with the boost or any other boon he'll be available to the first man who chooses to claim him.'

Harry's head shot up.

'No. No, that's not happening. Ron, get me a quill.'

They watched as he scrawled something across Draco's elegant writing, catching a glimpse of it before Harry was handing it back to the bird.

DON'T YOU DARE

'Harry, are you alright?'

Harry was running around the room, grabbing his jacket and tugging on his shoes.

'Shit. Shit, I have to go. I have to get to him. God, what is he thinking?'

'You can't go now Harry, it's late,' said Hermione.

'I don't care.'

'Mate, it won't work if you can't talk to him reasonably. You've sent the letter and he still can't do anything you don't allow. Go in the morning,' said Ron.

Harry looked about to argue, but the united front of his best friends had him slumping in his seat.

~~^..^~~

Draco was waiting for Harry the next morning. When Harry woke, Draco was kneeling naked by the side of the bed in Ron and Hermione's guest room. When Draco saw Harry looking at him, he bowed low, his head touching the ground. Harry sighed and reached down to help him up.

'Master?'

'Come on, Draco, up you get.'

Draco frowned but got to his feet. He stood awkwardly for a moment before Harry stood and grabbed a robe for them both.

'M-Master?'

Harry shrugged on his own and held Draco's out to him. When Draco took it Harry began making the bed.

'Let me-'

'I can do it, Draco.'

Draco struggled for a moment before slipping on the robe. He left the sash untied and waited for Harry to tell him what to do. Harry walked to the bathroom. Draco trailed after.

'D-Don't you…have I? M-Master, w-what…'

'What's wrong, Draco?'

Draco squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head.

'D-Don't you want to p-p-punish me, Master?'

Harry dropped his toothbrush and strode over to Draco.

'Punish you? Draco, no, of course not. I'm not a teacher to be handing out punishment. Why would I, anyway?'

'Because I left, I walked out without your permission.'

'You don't need my permission-'

Draco laughed a little hollowly. He tugged his tail around and brandished it at Harry.

'I do, Master. I need your permission for everything.'

Harry walked across the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He patted the space beside him and gestured for Draco to come over. Draco gave him a pained look and dropped to his knees, the robe sliding off him.

'Draco, tell me what's going on, you've been acting strangely ever since-'

'Ron and Hermione's wedding, Master.'

'Yeah. Are you still feeling bad about that? Because I thought I'd been treating you better.'

'Better, Master? By treating me like a toy you've grown bored of?'

'What? Draco, I don't understand. Look, I thought you were embarrassed after what Dean and Seamus said, so I tried to treat you like less of a, well, you know-'

'Less of a submissive? How could that possibly help? I am a submissive, Master, it's in my name for Merlin's sake.'

'But that doesn't mean you like it.'

'I don't. I hate it. I hate it when a stranger asks me to perform because he thinks I'm not bonded even though I've got the mark, but then you would always come in on your white horse and tell them to back off because I belong to you. Do you know what that felt like? Like you were so proud to have me you'd defend me against anyone. And now? Last week some bastard was rubbing my ears for a good minute before you noticed. And when you did? You just pulled me away. Like I was a burden.'

'But Draco, what they said, you seemed so upset…'

'I was upset! I was upset because they called me an animal and you didn't deny it! You didn't say no, I love Draco, he's mine, and you can't talk about him like that. You didn't pull me away afterwards and say you know I love you, pet, you know I'll keep you forever. You didn't even fuck me that night! And you haven't since. You barely touch me. You spelled off the ribbons and slept on the couch. Don't you know how that felt?'

Harry was slumped where he sat, his shoulders creeping up around his ears. Draco was still naked and on his knees, but he was so full of passion it was like he was towering over Harry.

'But Draco, I-'

'You never tell me what to do anymore and I need it. I need it so fucking much and you won't do it. I wanted you to buy the robes for me because I wanted you to take charge. I don't want the money to be ours because it should all be yours. And then, when I try to apologise for upsetting you, you treat me like a child. Like this annoying kid who always needs your help and you're just so fucking bored.'

'I'm sorry, Draco, I just wanted you to feel better-'

'By running away? I'm your submissive. I needed you to take control of the situation, I needed you to take control of me. I still do. You're my dominant and you just left me, stranded, Master.'

'And what I've done since hasn't really helped has it?'

'No, Master.'

'Do you want to break the bond with me?'

'Never, Master.'

'Good.'

Draco waited.

'Go and get dressed, we'll be eating in two minutes.'

Draco sighed and rose to his feet. He was about the tie his robe when Harry appeared before him. He reached out and took the ends of the ribbon in his own hands. Draco froze, dropping his hands to his side. Harry marvelled at the sliver of pale flesh, shocking against the forest green of the robes. He reached out with one rough hand a stroked down Draco's sternum. Draco shuddered and Harry made to pull back before he remembered.

'Keep still, pet.'

Draco groaned but managed to hold himself steady as Harry trailed his fingers lower and lower until they slid through his pubic hair and one just touched his aching cock and then…

And then Harry pulled back, methodically tying the robe and letting the loose folds hide Draco's erection.

'Breakfast now, pet,' said Harry, pressing a kiss to Draco's nose.

Draco whined and Harry laughed, grabbing one of his hands to pull him along.

'Didn't you want to be punished, pet?'

~~^..^~~

If Ron and Hermione were surprised to see Draco at breakfast, they didn't show it. Neither did they didn't comment when he knelt next to Harry or when Harry fed him titbits of his own meal. When they'd finished eating, Harry thanked his friends before taking Draco back to their home.

~~^..^~~

The two men were wary when they came through the floo. Harry managed to draw on some hidden reserve of courage and finally spoke.

'Take a seat, Draco, we need to talk.'

'Yes Master.'

Draco knelt on one of the cushions they had scattered around the floor and waited for Harry to speak again.

'This…This can't ever happen again.'

Harry saw Draco shoot him a confused glance but continued with his spiel.

'I almost lost you, pet, and that can't ever happen. It was my fault, I never discussed what happened at the wedding, but I wish you had told me what I was doing was only making things worse. You're not in trouble, pet, it was both our faults. Besides, I think the last three months have been more than enough punishment for us both.'

Draco nodded fervently and Harry allowed himself a small smile.

'Now why don't you come up here and tell me what you want, pet?'

Draco crawled over and perched himself in Harry's lap. Harry settled his hands on the man's hips, his fingers creeping around to massage the base of his tail. Draco closed his eyes for a moment and purred before controlling himself.

'I…I want you not to leave me, please, Master. I can't…I can't be without you. I need you around and in charge and in control. Please, Master, don't leave me again.'

Harry nodded slowly. It was true he'd never left the man physically, but he'd been nowhere in sight when Draco had needed him the most.

'Go and wash your face, pet, and calm yourself down a bit, then come back.'

As Draco got up, Harry patted his bottom and smirked at the slightly affronted look he received.

Harry took charge as Draco returned. He was barely in the room when Harry took hold of his waist and was pressing him against the wall next to the fireplace. He crashed their lips together and his hands roamed over pale skin, the robe long since discarded. Draco was keening and whimpering, pushing himself against Harry, his mouth soft and accepting of Harry's tongue. Harry finally pulled back, gasping for breath, and leant his forehead against his submissive's. He watched the grey eyes grow more and more clouded as he relentlessly rubbed sensitive ears. When a tear slid down Draco's cheek, Harry took the other man's cock in hand and whispered 'come'. Draco sobbed and spilled himself. Harry smiled and kissed him, soft pecks interspersed with praise.

'Good boy, pet, such a good boy. You did so well. Mine, pet, all mine. My good pet.'

Draco let himself fall into the arms and words of his Master, revelling in what he'd been missing for months.

~~^..^~~

Some hours later, after a nap and another meal, Harry sat Draco down on the couch with him.

'Feeling better now, pet?'

Draco shivered. He was curled next to Harry and the other man was running his hand down is tail in long, sure strokes.

'Yes, Master'

'Was…Was it really that bad?'

Draco sat up.

'Don't you remember, Master, I feel safe when you touch me, you ground me. Even though we're bonded, I feel better when you touch me.'

Harry slid himself down to lie on the couch, pulling Draco onto his chest.

'I'm so sorry, pet. I thought I was helping.'

Draco nodded.

'And I never stopped loving you. Merlin, I don't think I ever could.'

'I know, Master.'

'If…If something like this ever happens again you must tell me. Or if you can't, tell...tell Hermione. She'll knock some sense into me.'

'Not too hard, I hope, Master. I wouldn't want you all dented.'

Harry laughed at his sleepy words and pressed a kiss to the tip of each ear. Draco mewled softly and burrowed into his Master's chest. With the touch of fingertips tracing his collar mark and the sound of his Master's steady heartbeat soothing him, Draco was soon fast asleep.

Harry stayed awake, gazing at his submissive. He planned the letter he would have to write to Hermione and to Draco's parents the next morning. Then he set about planning what to do with Draco the next day. They were both owed some time off work and Harry had bought some edible body paint before the wedding. He smiled as he pictured how good Draco would look in red and gold.