Chapter 10

                                        

                                              
Chapter 10
Draco always stayed in his robes until it was night, and Harry asked for sex. He never pressed him to do it. He double-checked Harry's consent as well, and without fail, Harry would ask to fuck him. Draco wouldn't refuse him. He'd never refuse him anything, except when Harry tried to convince him to top, but that was a hard no for him. 
Harry was getting more and more comfortable about sex. Draco was concerned that Harry couldn't handle going back to being held down when the Dark Lord returned, but Harry said he could deal.
"I just let the bad stuff rule me," Harry explained after they climaxed.
Draco nodded. They have been doing more and more sessions to get Harry's emotions under control when he's performing. Draco had told him more about how to act around them.
They were cuddling when Draco jerked awake. The wards. He Vanished the blanket and bed, and whispered that someone was coming down. He lubed up his dick and conjured liquid into Harry, as he got on all fours.
Draco stood up just in time to greet the intruder. "Sneaking in?"
Fenrir came out of the shadows. He smelled drunk, otherwise he wouldn't have come down.
"What are you doing here, dog?" Draco growled.
Fenrir eyed him. "I didn't think you actually fucked him... well, well. You are a man, aren't you?"
"The Dark Lord told you to stay away. He's mine."
"You should share."
"Why would I share with a mutt like you?" Draco hissed.
Fenrir snarled, angrily. "You're going to pay for this... for taking him... mark my words."
"Fine. Get out," Draco hissed.
Fenrir growled, very wolf-like, and went back upstairs. Draco rechecked his wards and downed drop next to Harry, wrapping his arms around him. Draco used to only stay overnight and would leave when everyone was up. But they had been spending more time together since the others were commanded to leave Harry alone.
However, a couple of days after Greyback made his threat, Yaxley came down and gruffly said, "Your father requests your presence for dinner."
Draco grimaced as he didn't want to but acquiesced. He put warning alerts on the basement stairs to alert him in case this was a trap to lure him away from Harry. He needed to keep Harry safe. 
He went up to his room to change, however, as soon as he opened his door, Fenrir grabbed him and pulled him inside. Yaxley followed and put up wards. Fenrir knocked his wand away and shoved him against the wall.
"The Dark Lord said that Potter was off limits... but you... are not," Fenrir snarled, eyeing him intently.
Draco trembled. "My father...."
"Is broken, little mouse. Take off your clothes, whore, or I'll rip them off," Greyback snarled, his fangs and nails elongating.
Yaxley had his wand out behind him. No escape, Draco realized, and he let them have him. He did as they wanted and endured it until they finally left. He healed his injuries and then went back downstairs. Harry tried to make room behind him, as Draco usually wrapped his arms around him, but Draco laid down in front of him on his pillow. Harry was surprised but didn't question it. Draco slowly met Harry's eyes, who understood immediately what had happened. Harry hugged him tightly.