Chapter 1
Draco Malfoy was always a spoiled kid.
Parents who'd spoil him with everything he wants as long as he listens to them.
Ever since he could remember, he had been given everything.
New clothes.
New jewelry.
New broom.
New books.
New pets.
New everything, at his fingertips.
He should have known that with so much given and never given back, his payback was due.
His parents always knew their son was special. But the gift he was given by Mother Magic was more of a curse in their eyes. This gift, while special, will only bring harm and pain to their only son. People will clamor for him and make him theirs. And they had raised him to be too soft, too cowardly, for him to fight back.
For he can share his magic.
He was still 17.
The dark lord had taken residence in his home and every corner of his house was no longer safe.
He moved his room farther from the manor's cell just to not hear their screams every night. He avoids going into rooms that have death eaters in them. And he avoids the lingering eyes that always follow him when he passes them.
It's not a secret that the Malfoy heir can give his magic to others. It was the reason why Lucius and Narcissa had hidden him away when death eaters started coming into their house.
All that was futile when the dark lord himself had called for him.
For someone so powerful, he wonders why he needed Draco's ability to give him his magic. Something must have happened out there that made their lord's magic weaken.
Draco knows better than to ask.
Fortunately, it wasn't a common thing for Draco. He relatively lived almost peacefully in the manor. Wondering the day the war will be over.
All that changed when Mrs. Nott burst into the library where he often stayed.
"Help me, Draco..." was the only thing she managed to say to him when she caught her breath.
"Mrs. Nott, please sit down or you will faint," Draco said, as he left his chair for Mrs. Nott to sit.
Mrs. Nott had given him a quiet thank you, before sitting down at the now vacant seat.
"I should explain myself I suppose," Mrs. Nott said after a while of catching her breath. Draco saw how her brows creased in thought, and her eyes wet from unshed tears before she wiped her face and sat as sophisticated as she could be.
"I know it is a lot to ask, but I ask of you to give your magic to my son," Mrs. Nott raised her hand before Draco could protest. "The dark lord has given him a mission. A dangerous mission. One that usually requires only the best of wizards to do. I know what the dark lord is doing by sending him. Sending him to his death. And as capable as I know my son is, I know this is too much for him. As his mother, I cannot send him away knowing he will never come back to me. But I am too weak, too scared to argue with the dark lord on his choices."
By the end, Mrs. Nott had started sobbing and Draco had no idea but to soothe her back to calm her down.
"Which is why I'm asking you to give your magic to him. He doesn't need much, he just needs enough for the mission."
Horrified wasn't the only word, to begin with when Mrs. Nott fell to her knees and clutched on his robe with the tears now flowing freely down her beautiful face. "Please Draco."
And Draco can only say yes when people ask for his magic.
If Draco could just touch someone to give his magic, he would have no qualms with this gift.
Except for the process of sharing one's magic to the other, was, quite intimate for him.
Theo and him are friends, and he feels like there is no going back if he gives his magic to him.
But he had promised Mrs. Nott that he would ensure Theo's safety. So that night, he meets Theo in his room. And after exchanging a few words with him, they were latched in a passionate embrace.
Unlike with the dark lord, this felt more intimate. The dark lord didn't hurt him, but it wasn't pleasurable.
With Theo, he held onto him like he was the most precious thing he's ever had in his bed. Maybe he was since he was technically saving his life.
He held him so gently as they were locked in a passionate kiss. His hands knew what they were doing and where they doing. Draco can only try to keep his voice down as he starts to get shy.
The first breech was uncomfortable, but Theo had kissed away his tears and murmured words of encouragement. As he continues, Draco can't help but cling to him, not wanting to feel alone in his vast bed.
The night continues and the only thing that can be heard from the room is the creaking of the bed and sinful noises emitting from the only 2 people on the bed. The procedure was too intimate, too real, that he wanted to stop but couldn't find it in him to say it.
He looked into Theo's eyes as he continued thrusting into his body, creating the bond Draco needed to give his magic. And for once, really looked at him.
They were there now.
Alone.
On the bed.
With no one else in the world besides them.
Draco's feelings were a mess. He wanted Theo, he realized. Wanted more than this exchange. But deep down he knew Theo probably didn't see him that way. He was there to save his life.
And that's it.
But Draco couldn't keep his emotions in check. As they both near their climax, Draco no longer had control over his feelings and his magic became wild and untamable.
Theo had reached his peak and spilled inside of Draco, and Draco had followed after and gave him his share of magic.
Somethings wrong.
Despite getting down from his high, Draco knew something was different. He didn't feel this way when he gave his magic to the dark lord.
As he came down from his high, he realized that he had given Theo too much of his magic and he started to black out due to the surge of magic he let out.
The last thing Draco thought was that it was all worth it.
For Theo