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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
5,870
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47
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Our Choices
Hello everyone! Yet another story I have to write on my own because no one will finish theirs. :Sighs: Oh well, I like doing it. :)
Ok, as for the warnings. Ya'll should be prepared for anything. I'm not exactly sure what's going to happen with this so before each new chapter I'll put up any warnings that may pop up. The basic warnings are already posted in the summary section.
Now on to the first chapter. Let me know what you think of it!
***
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them.
Chapter 1
Draco Malfoy was terrified. It wasn’t a feeling he was often acquainted with. In fact, he could count on one hand the number of times he felt this afraid in all of his 19 years. Truth be told, being the son of a Death Eater had always made him a bit nervous. But not because of what his father was capable of doing to him. Actually, his father had never harmed him in any way. It was quite the opposite. He was doted upon excessively. Spoiled so rotten he didn’t even have to ask for something he wanted. He merely hinted his desire and before the day was through it would be his.
No, his fathers position made him nervous because of the Ministry. He never knew when he went to bed at night if Aurors would barge into his home the next day and reveal his fathers forbidden mark. And his anxiousness was only worsened by their new way of dealing with Death Eaters.
When a member was found, not only was he or she punished but all persons residing in their home, also. Spouses and offspring over the age of seventeen were given a life sentence in Azkaban. Children under seventeen were stripped of their magic, obliviated and sent off to a muggle orphanage. The exposed Death Eater was killed of the spot.
It wasn’t fair. Why should the children be punished for their parents crimes? Draco was not in Voldemort’s ranks nor did he plan to be. Both he and his father had known early on that Draco was not Death Eater material. He had gone to a gathering with his father once when he was fifteen and afterward he was assured he would never be made to attend another. It was gruesome. The smell of burnt flesh and fresh blood had assaulted his nose. The room was filled with hysterical screams and begs for mercy that had not been granted. And it had all been done for fun. Those people hadn’t known any information Voldemort wanted. They were just muggles plucked from their homes randomly. They had known nothing.
To this day, Draco couldn’t think of the horrendous tortures he’d seen that night without being sick. He supposed it did bother him somewhat that his father would participate in such violent acts. That he enjoyed them. But it was easy to ignore that side of his father when he and his family were all sitting around the dining room table enjoying pleasant conversations and good meals. Draco was further comforted by the knowledge that he was Lucius’s only child and heir to the Malfoy fortune. He would always be treasured.
At least, he thought that until news about his future reached him two weeks ago.
**
That morning had found him sitting in his usual spot under the large blooming willow that centered the vast Malfoy garden. Not doing anything in particular, just enjoying the warm breeze. He had been rudely interrupted by Theodor Nott, who he’d been trying to avoid all morning. Their fathers’ had an early ‘meeting’ to attend and Lucius had thought it a good idea for Draco to spend time with his peers. Draco strongly disagreed. The boy was dumb as a rock and absolutely annoying.
“Enjoying yourself?” Nott asked as he seated himself on the ground next to Draco.
Without looking at his unwanted guest he replied, “I was until you came along. Go away.”
Draco rolled his eyes at Nott’s low chuckle. The idiot didn’t know when to take a hint. And such an obvious one at that. When the other boy began to speak, Draco only listened with half an ear.
“A bit touchy this morning, aren’t you? But then again, I would be too if it were me in your shoes. It’s a shame you’ll have to leave all this behind. I suppose I’ll miss you. Of course, we might get to see each other every so often. I have to say, however, I really don’t envy-”
“What are you going on about? I’m not going anywhere.” Draco interrupted in an irritated voice.
Nott looked surprised for a moment then his lips twisted into a dark smile. “You don’t know?”
Ohhh, not good. That smile was definitely not good. One thing Theodor Nott enjoyed above all else was delivering bad news, and every time Draco had seen him do it, that same smile was plastered to his face.
“Know what?” He asked cautiously.
His smile broadened and his eyes gleamed. “Your father has agreed to gift you to Greyback in trade for the Werewolves continued alliance. Two days after the next full moon, you’ll be his to do with as he pleases.”
Nott leaned in and dropped his voice to a sinister whisper. “Care to hear what I think he’ll want from you?”
**
Draco now stood staring out his bedroom window at the annoyingly bright full moon.
Two days.
He had two days left and he still hadn’t heard from his only hope.
After his wonderful chat with Nott he immediately went in search of his father. Nott’s tale turned out to be true. Lucius had indeed agreed to give Draco to Greyback. He had coldly explained that with so many deaths, for both the Light and Dark, the Werewolves were growing apprehensive. They were questioning whether they should be apart of this war or go into hiding. They simply needed to be reminded of what treasures they would receive for all their hard work. It came to no surprise to anyone when Greyback asked for Draco. He’d been infatuated with the blonde since he’d first laid eyes on him. And since Draco wasn’t doing anything worthwhile with his time Greyback’s request had been granted. With rules, of course.
Draco was not to be turned or killed. He would remain the Malfoy heir with no interference from Greyback. When it came time for him to create his own heir he would be allowed to do so with a woman of his choosing. Other than that, Greyback could do as he wished.
Draco was not ashamed to admit that he had spent the first few days locked in his room crying over his fathers betrayal. He realized right away that he would have to leave the home he grew up in. He needed a safe house. A place he could go into hiding where his father couldn’t reach him even if he knew where Draco was at. Unfortunately, that left out all his friends and relatives. Everyone he knew bowed to Voldemort and wouldn’t dare defy their Lord by taking him in.
He needed to find someone who wasn’t afraid of Voldemort or Lucius Malfoy. Draco could only think of one person. Harry Potter. He had hoped that Potter would set aside their childhood rivalries and agree to meet with him. Apparently not, if the two weeks without a reply to his desperate plea was anything to go by.
Draco let out a long, slow breath and turned away from the window. He had to come up with another plan and quick.
He choked out a laugh that sounded suspiciously like a sob. Who was he kidding? There was no other way out, and even if there was, he had no time left to put into motion. Harry Potter was his only chance.
Draco swallowed the thick lump in his throat and walked tiredly over to his bed. Crawling between the cool sheets, he resigned himself to the fact that in two days his body would no longer be his own.
Ok, as for the warnings. Ya'll should be prepared for anything. I'm not exactly sure what's going to happen with this so before each new chapter I'll put up any warnings that may pop up. The basic warnings are already posted in the summary section.
Now on to the first chapter. Let me know what you think of it!
***
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them.
Chapter 1
Draco Malfoy was terrified. It wasn’t a feeling he was often acquainted with. In fact, he could count on one hand the number of times he felt this afraid in all of his 19 years. Truth be told, being the son of a Death Eater had always made him a bit nervous. But not because of what his father was capable of doing to him. Actually, his father had never harmed him in any way. It was quite the opposite. He was doted upon excessively. Spoiled so rotten he didn’t even have to ask for something he wanted. He merely hinted his desire and before the day was through it would be his.
No, his fathers position made him nervous because of the Ministry. He never knew when he went to bed at night if Aurors would barge into his home the next day and reveal his fathers forbidden mark. And his anxiousness was only worsened by their new way of dealing with Death Eaters.
When a member was found, not only was he or she punished but all persons residing in their home, also. Spouses and offspring over the age of seventeen were given a life sentence in Azkaban. Children under seventeen were stripped of their magic, obliviated and sent off to a muggle orphanage. The exposed Death Eater was killed of the spot.
It wasn’t fair. Why should the children be punished for their parents crimes? Draco was not in Voldemort’s ranks nor did he plan to be. Both he and his father had known early on that Draco was not Death Eater material. He had gone to a gathering with his father once when he was fifteen and afterward he was assured he would never be made to attend another. It was gruesome. The smell of burnt flesh and fresh blood had assaulted his nose. The room was filled with hysterical screams and begs for mercy that had not been granted. And it had all been done for fun. Those people hadn’t known any information Voldemort wanted. They were just muggles plucked from their homes randomly. They had known nothing.
To this day, Draco couldn’t think of the horrendous tortures he’d seen that night without being sick. He supposed it did bother him somewhat that his father would participate in such violent acts. That he enjoyed them. But it was easy to ignore that side of his father when he and his family were all sitting around the dining room table enjoying pleasant conversations and good meals. Draco was further comforted by the knowledge that he was Lucius’s only child and heir to the Malfoy fortune. He would always be treasured.
At least, he thought that until news about his future reached him two weeks ago.
**
That morning had found him sitting in his usual spot under the large blooming willow that centered the vast Malfoy garden. Not doing anything in particular, just enjoying the warm breeze. He had been rudely interrupted by Theodor Nott, who he’d been trying to avoid all morning. Their fathers’ had an early ‘meeting’ to attend and Lucius had thought it a good idea for Draco to spend time with his peers. Draco strongly disagreed. The boy was dumb as a rock and absolutely annoying.
“Enjoying yourself?” Nott asked as he seated himself on the ground next to Draco.
Without looking at his unwanted guest he replied, “I was until you came along. Go away.”
Draco rolled his eyes at Nott’s low chuckle. The idiot didn’t know when to take a hint. And such an obvious one at that. When the other boy began to speak, Draco only listened with half an ear.
“A bit touchy this morning, aren’t you? But then again, I would be too if it were me in your shoes. It’s a shame you’ll have to leave all this behind. I suppose I’ll miss you. Of course, we might get to see each other every so often. I have to say, however, I really don’t envy-”
“What are you going on about? I’m not going anywhere.” Draco interrupted in an irritated voice.
Nott looked surprised for a moment then his lips twisted into a dark smile. “You don’t know?”
Ohhh, not good. That smile was definitely not good. One thing Theodor Nott enjoyed above all else was delivering bad news, and every time Draco had seen him do it, that same smile was plastered to his face.
“Know what?” He asked cautiously.
His smile broadened and his eyes gleamed. “Your father has agreed to gift you to Greyback in trade for the Werewolves continued alliance. Two days after the next full moon, you’ll be his to do with as he pleases.”
Nott leaned in and dropped his voice to a sinister whisper. “Care to hear what I think he’ll want from you?”
**
Draco now stood staring out his bedroom window at the annoyingly bright full moon.
Two days.
He had two days left and he still hadn’t heard from his only hope.
After his wonderful chat with Nott he immediately went in search of his father. Nott’s tale turned out to be true. Lucius had indeed agreed to give Draco to Greyback. He had coldly explained that with so many deaths, for both the Light and Dark, the Werewolves were growing apprehensive. They were questioning whether they should be apart of this war or go into hiding. They simply needed to be reminded of what treasures they would receive for all their hard work. It came to no surprise to anyone when Greyback asked for Draco. He’d been infatuated with the blonde since he’d first laid eyes on him. And since Draco wasn’t doing anything worthwhile with his time Greyback’s request had been granted. With rules, of course.
Draco was not to be turned or killed. He would remain the Malfoy heir with no interference from Greyback. When it came time for him to create his own heir he would be allowed to do so with a woman of his choosing. Other than that, Greyback could do as he wished.
Draco was not ashamed to admit that he had spent the first few days locked in his room crying over his fathers betrayal. He realized right away that he would have to leave the home he grew up in. He needed a safe house. A place he could go into hiding where his father couldn’t reach him even if he knew where Draco was at. Unfortunately, that left out all his friends and relatives. Everyone he knew bowed to Voldemort and wouldn’t dare defy their Lord by taking him in.
He needed to find someone who wasn’t afraid of Voldemort or Lucius Malfoy. Draco could only think of one person. Harry Potter. He had hoped that Potter would set aside their childhood rivalries and agree to meet with him. Apparently not, if the two weeks without a reply to his desperate plea was anything to go by.
Draco let out a long, slow breath and turned away from the window. He had to come up with another plan and quick.
He choked out a laugh that sounded suspiciously like a sob. Who was he kidding? There was no other way out, and even if there was, he had no time left to put into motion. Harry Potter was his only chance.
Draco swallowed the thick lump in his throat and walked tiredly over to his bed. Crawling between the cool sheets, he resigned himself to the fact that in two days his body would no longer be his own.