The Contract

The Contract: Chapter Ten – The Morning After


by rdwind

I have gone ahead and posted this one today rather than tomorrow and hope I have not disappointed any of you.

Chapter Ten – The Morning After


When Master and Pet finally woke, they were wrapped soundly around one another. Master’s hardness poking rather solidly into his Pet’s thigh. It took a few moments for Pet to realize that he had been holding Master, the blonde hair tickling his nose as they slept. Master listened to his heartbeat and regular breathing of his Pet when he woke with a moan of longing.

Harry did a quick ‘breath cleaning charm’ on himself and his Master. Knowing he could get in trouble but hoping too, that it would be appreciated in the long run.

Draco pushed his throbbing member against Harry and moaned at the contact. The sleepy name, “Harry…” on his lips.

Harry held him close as he began to rut against him. His own cock standing straight up from his body as he lay on his back was ignored. With each movement, the silk sheet fluttered on the tip of his leaking erection until he lost the ability to think. “Master… please…”

Master took a deep waking breath, “Harry… what do you want?”

“Master, you… inside of me…” Harry’s words dripped with lust.

The word Master brought Draco suddenly completely awake. He closed his eyes and shuddered when he remembered the blood from the night before. Without warning, his erection faded to a distant memory.

Pet stilled as Master pulled out of his arms. The body heat suddenly gone was nothing compared to the let down he felt from obvious lack of desire directed towards him. He looked into the steel gray eyes, “Master? Don’t you… don’t you want me? Have I done something that displeased you?”

“Come on, Harry, get dressed, we will have our picnic in the gardens and talk for awhile.”

They showered separately. Draco first, and when he came out to the bedroom, instructed Harry to shower. It was with trepidation that Pet did as directed. Although once in the shower, he did not know whether he needed to re-shave or let it be. He took a few extra moments to remove the re-grown body hair that his master had done the night before. Only, Pet did it wandlessly and wordlessly. Stepping from the last drips of the shower, he realized that he did not have anything to wear.

Entering the bedroom completely nude, he saw clothing laid out for him and got dressed without question. Of course, he was alone, so there wasn’t anyone to ask that question to. Draco entered the room from the hall and handed Harry a letter. “I didn’t read it. I doubted it was for me anyway.”

Harry took the scroll and carefully unwrapped it. Scanning it, he said, “Its from Mrs. Weasley.” And handed it to Draco to read.

Dearest Harry,

I was not pleased that you were taken from our home without so much as a proper explanation. However, since we have received your letter and have additional information, it is time we dealt with it.

When you left last night, you still had many Birthday presents which remain unopened. You have said that you will not be back until just before school. Since you won't come home, I am forced to bring them to you.

I will be flooing into Malfoy Manor just before 5:00 this evening to bring the rest to you.

We will speak about all this contract nonsense then.

Until tonight,

Love from Molly

“Well, that is interesting. Why would our floo be open to any of the Weasleys?” Master asked with a smirk while handing the letter back.

Harry reread the letter. “She knows…” Harry, sensing his Master’s displeasure, assumed the classic Slave position. His voice squeaking almost into a panic, Draco watched as the brunette’s body language changed abruptly immediately after the words left his mouth. He sunk to the floor, kneeling, with his hands behind his neck and his head down. Taking a moment to just appreciate whoever taught him this, he quickly came back to the blood and wanted nothing more than to apologize.

From the floor, his voice barely above a whisper, Pet continued, “I didn’t tell her, I swear. I haven’t talked to any of them since I got here except the letter you read before I sent.”

“Harry, please get up.”

“Sir?” Pet asked without looking at his Master, and then was certain he had not heard him properly.

Draco rolled his eyes, “Harry, get up off the floor, for Merlin’s sake and look at me.” Harry did. “Answer her. If you want her to come to the Manor, I need to open the floo. I will leave it to you to decide what you want regarding your… family.” The last word was difficult to use because he was still speaking about the Weasleys, after all.

“I would like to write her a note, if it is permissible.”

Rolling his eyes, he answered, “Of course it is. You know where the desk is.” Harry quickly wrote two notes, one for Mrs. Weasley and one for Ron. He could only hope that Ron still trusted him completely and would allow him the time he needed.

Returning to the bedroom, he again found it empty. “Master?” He called. When no answer came, he resumed his submissive state and waited.

“Harry, if I have to tell you to get off the floor one more time, I swear by your Muggle Aunt’s hairnet to hex you.” When Harry looked at the blonde Adonis, he gasped. He had a large eagle owl to carry the letter.

“Here it is, you can read it, I didn’t seal it or anything.” Draco took the letter without reading it, rolled it tight and secured it to the owl.

“Take this to the… Weasleys and return. Don’t wait for a reply.” The owl nipped him gently and took flight out of the open window.

“Sir, I have a second one as well. Its to Ron.”

“We’ll go to the Owlry and you can send this one as well.” Pet followed Master out of the room, up several flights of stairs and sent the letter off without words.

Watching it fly made Pet miss his owl Hedwig. He knew that Ron would take care of her and it was only fitting, his second real friend with his third real friend. When the owl could no longer be seen, he followed Master out of the room, through enough corridors and hallways to be lost for days in, and out into the gardens.

Master was right, the gardens were spectacular. He felt Master take his hand and pull him along when he paused to smell a rose. The skin, which touched was tingling by the time he felt strong enough to hear Master’s voice. “Harry, come along, you have the rest of the summer to explore. I am hungry and lunch has been prepared.”

Looking up, he looked to where Master was pointing. A tent that strongly reminded Pet of a circus style was set up near a lake. There was a table with food set for them. However, when they entered, rather than Pet taking the extra chair, he knelt at Master’s feet and waited.

“Harry, what did I tell you about being on the floor? Please sit in the seat across from me. We have much to discuss.”

Without fully understanding, Pet rose and seated himself at the table properly.

The feast was wonderful, fresh fruit; cold meats and cheeses, fresh breads and vegetables were set out in grand platters. It took a few prompts from Master to get Pet to feed himself, but once he started, Pet continued to eat as if he would not be fed properly for another week. When finally they were finished, Master beckoned Pet out of the tent and down a manicured sloping hill to sit by the lake.

It was warm and sunny, but here, under a tree, it felt like heaven. “Harry, about last night…” he paused, unsure of what he wanted to say. “What did you think about it all? I want you to speak freely and just talk to me. No punishments or threats, just talk to me – please.”

Pet was dumbstruck. Master wanted to have a… conversation with him? “The cleansing wasn’t as bad as I thought. More humiliating than anything else, I suppose.”

“I understand, but you do know it was necessary?”

“I understand that had I had any waste in that area, and there had been a tear that I could have gotten very ill.” Master nodded his agreement.

Moving closer to Harry, Draco looked into the green eyes. “What about the sex?”

The pain flashed then faded. “It hurt. It hurt so very much that at the time, I just wanted you to stop. Then when you did, you left me…alone.”

“What happened when I left you?” Draco asked, trying to understand just what had happened to Harry when he could not be found.

Harry talked to him about falling onto the floor and seeking out a small place. They spoke a little about the dreams and what they had revealed. The training firmly set in motion. When he finished his diatribe, he looked to Master. “I remember you being sick. What happened to you?”

“Although I am loathe to admit it, I sicked up all over the place when it was over and I saw what I had done. There was something about the contract that stated you had to be taken with blood to seal it.”

Pet nodded. Master continued, “But there was just so much blood, Harry, I have never seen anything like that before. It was everywhere. You were whimpering and crying. I just wanted it over so I could go be sick. After I…finished, it was all I could do to even release you from your bonds.” Pet nodded.

“Harry, I don’t want to hurt you again. I can't honestly say I will ever willingly ever hurt you. I have no plans to be inside of you again. Can you forgive me for that?”

Pet, his head swimming from the realization that his Master would not ever be inside of him again, looked into his Master’s eyes. “I thought you liked me being your Pet.”

“I thought I did too, until I realized what I had done to you. Then I just didn’t want that anymore.” He felt almost embarrassed. “I always thought that this would be a bit of a riot. You being my servant, my slave. A bit of embarrassment goes a long way in Slytherin when it comes to being a Gryffindor. But then, you cried last night.

“I have seen you fall from fifty feet and hit the ground, and you didn’t cry. I have seen you fight and argue with Professor Snape, and you didn’t once ever shed a tear. I saw you have all your bones taken out of your arm. I have watched you time after time, word after deed after fight. I watched you this year when I taunted you about your Godfather’s death, but you didn’t, not once, cry. Harry… I made you cry and I felt like I broke the wings off of an angel’s back.”

The gray eyes shown bright with unshed tears. “Please forgive me, Harry. I don’t want you broken.” And he meant it. Last night, when he tried to wash the filth of what he had done down the drain, he realized that breaking Harry Potter wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted the whole, healthy, happy Harry Potter. He wanted the light in the green eyes to show that he had fought with, glared at, laughed at and with, threatened, and finally wanted and lusted after.

The green eyes went blank, and Harry Potter, Pet passed out cold in his Master’s arms.


~~~~~TBC~~~~~



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