Beholden (Or Otherwise)Word count:
The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
This was written for dracoharry100
’s current challenge, compassion
“I don’t need your pity!” Malfoy seethed. He was pale as ash and looked exhausted. His gaunt face looked pared down by stress.
“It’s not pity,” Harry tried. He had no idea what to say – he couldn’t argue with Malfoy, not when the other boy looked as if he’d be knocked over by a stiff wind. “It’s compassion.”
, that didn’t stop you gutting me like a fish! I’m not going to take your charity, Potter.” He hesitated, then set his pointed chin. “What do you want from me? We’ll make a bargain.”
“I’m not being bribed
“Consider it a debt paid. So what shall I give you? I don’t have much any more…” Malfoy looked as though the words had bloodied his throat as they left it.
“You don’t need to – ”
“I won’t be beholden to you. I’m not going to be saved by you again, I refuse to need it. You can fuck me.”
Harry nearly choked. “What?”
“You can fuck me.” Malfoy’s voice was more certain than his eyes. “The offer’s more than fair.”
“Why don’t we just start with dinner?”
The way Malfoy’s face lit up made Harry’s breath catch.