Ensnared (Drarry)

Chapter 3

Draco took a big bite, his eyes closing and letting out a pleased him. "Delicious."

Harry couldn't help but smile widely. He has put a lot of work into this dinner, and he was happy it seemed to have paid off. He had gone to a muggle market early in the day, picking up fresh produce and the best spices he could find. He had chopped everything by hand, crushing the spices with a mortar and pestle, leaving it to simmer at a low temperature for hours. Letting the flavours fully blend.

The whole house smelled wonderful, and Harry had taken a long bath. He shaved carefully, wanting his skin as smooth as possible. He hemmed and hawed looking over the clothes in his closet, chuckling at himself. This was getting ridiculous.

Eventually, he almost defiantly picked a more casual outfit. One of his oldest pairs of jeans, a medium blue t-shirt, and a loud Hawaiian print shirt unbuttoned over that. Draco would probably hate it, and would probably say so right to Harry's face.

It was a bit nerve wracking, waiting for Draco to arrive. Even though he'd been over a few times, Harry started straightening the books on a shelf, and tucked some of the uglier old decorations out of sight.

Finally, Draco arrived, looking great in a lavender dress shirt and charcoal grey trousers. Harry swept him down to the kitchen, giving him an IPA to sip as he finished the meal. Draco seemed bemused, watching him chopping up cilantro and parsley by hand.

Harry ate the spicy stew, liking the level of heat. Draco's face flushed a bit, but he seemed to like the zing. Having kheer for dessert as good, the Indian-style rice pudding cooling the heat the lingered in their mouths.

They made idle chit chat throughout the meal, but underneath it all was that sense of anticipation. Every time they got together it grew stronger and stronger. Harry could feel Draco's eyes on him as much as his were on Draco.

Finally, Draco set his spoon down and stretched his hand across the table to take Harry's. "Upstairs?" he drawled, arching an eyebrow.

Harry just nodded eagerly, clasping Draco's hand tightly and apparating them right to his bedroom. He didn't do it often in his house, but it was useful in times like this.

Draco chuckled, pulling his hand away and rubbing it. "You did that wandless? Shit," he said, giving Harry an impressed look.

Nodding, Harry stepped closer. "Um, yeah. I've been working on a few wandless spells. To be safer at work, you know..." As an auror, you could drop your wand or be disarmed in a fight, and it was useful to be able to make a quick getaway.

"You said you liked the feel of my magic. I don't think I've ever felt yours that strongly before," Draco said.

Harry stepped even closer. Within kissing distance. "Did you like it?" He knew he liked Draco's magic, the tingle over his skin. A zing of power.

Lifting his arms, Draco rested his hands on Harry's shoulders. "Yes," he said, and shoved Harry back on to the bed.

It seemed like a blink of the eye and Draco was over him, straddling his hips, his wand in his hand. "Put your hands up over your head, near the headboard," he instructed, eyes already growing heated.

"Um," Harry said, trying to find the right words, "can I ask you something?"

"Now?" Draco asked, a bit incredulous.

Shit, he was going to screw everything up. Harry just knew it. But he felt to need to push on.

"Um, yeah," he said. "It's about tying me up... why do you always want to...," Harry fumbled. "Is it because you don't trust me? Think I'll go too far?"