Madame Scarlet's

Author's Note: Many thanks to Laurel for her beta work on this. She really helped flesh out some ideas here.

Chapter 11 The Bond

Harry felt his wand being forcibly pulled from his robe pocket and watched as Draco’s was removed in the same manner. Neither boy could move, having each been hit with a hex that stilled their every movement. The large wooden structure loomed ominously just out of sight, and Draco couldn’t think what to do to save himself or his Mate from the fate Snape seemed to have in mind for them. His father would surely hear of what he and Harry had done, nearly finalizing their bonds, and Harry would surely be livid with him if he knew that Draco had practically tricked him into it.

Fear had caused Draco to lie, or at least withhold the truth from his Mate. One thing that he knew about their legacy that he was sure Harry didn’t was that once they’d made love, fully giving one over to the other, then there was only one lesser step left until they were bonded for life. They had each confessed their love, they had each relinquished their bodies, and now all that was left was for a simple incantation to seal it. Once that happened, Harry could never leave him even if he wanted to, their connection would keep them forever tied to one another.

Snape spared no time physically prying the two gagged boys apart, before scrutinizing which of his precious new visitors he’d place in the harness first. Harry was fuming, his entire body trembling with the rage of being forced into such a situation; Draco was trembling too only he was shaking with fear. No doubt he could clearly see what Snape’s intentions were and he was still sore from Harry’s intrusion only moments before. He also knew the power Snape had to be able to turn him over to his father’s discipline, something that would make more than his arse horribly sore.

Still, despite the anger and fear each boy felt; Snape could feel the Incubus stir within them both, its lust purring against his bare skin. “I think I’ll have young master Malfoy first,” he cooed, finding the aroma of fear far too intoxicating to pass up. He knew that making his Mate watch as he defiled the tender blond would only make Potter’s downfall in the end that much sweeter.

With long spindly fingers wrapped around his slim, pale wrist Snape pulled Draco forcefully over to the wooden contraption, swiftly stripped him of his clothing and strapped him in. Draco’s hands stretched above his head and his feet splayed apart so that his body formed a pale ‘X’ against the dark grain of the wood. Even Harry had to admit the sight was breathtaking, but he didn’t want Snape to be the one enjoying the spoils of his beautiful Mate on display so wantonly.

Draco was fully erect, made so by the Incubus stirring in his gut, setting his flesh on fire as he tried in vain to fight against the binds and the creature’s instincts to enjoy this torture. Harry was rooted to the spot with magic, forced to watch his Mate strung up, and terrified of what Snape was looking to do. The Potions Master moved carefully around the blond, poking and prodding Draco with the tip of his wand as he circled him and surveyed his catch predatorily. When he reached the back of the boy’s body, hanging with his arse exposed on the frame, his eyes narrowed and pierced Harry with a look of sheer jealousy.

“You’ve already had him?” Snape asked, flicking his wand so that Harry’s gag fell from his mouth. He cast a silencing spell on the room instead, deciding that he’d rather hear the boys’ scream after such a breach of protocol. He’d been present for the promise Draco swore to his father, but instead of giving Potter over to them, Draco went and sealed their bond instead. He wondered if the boy even knew what trespass he was committing with such an act. Harry now belonged to him and vice-versa. Still, that wouldn’t stop Severus from stealing what he could before the bond had a chance to break the Incubus’ lust.

“Yes,” Harry replied defiantly. “And I’m not going to let you touch him.”

Draco closed his eyes at the words spoken so freely from his lover’s mouth. He wanted Harry, and it seemed the boy wanted him as well. Saying the incantation now would only speed up the inevitable, but would Harry feel betrayed when he discovered the Slytherin’s trickery? If the bond was completed they would have an easier time standing against Snape now and Lucius later. It would soothe the beasts inside of them and give both of their bodies relief from the growing lust that was right now willing to attack anyone. “Vos es mei, ego sum vestri. Eternus!” Draco shouted quickly before Severus had a chance to silence him. He realized that it didn’t matter what Harry might say because in the end they would be forced together like magnets.

Harry felt as though a house had fallen on top of him, smashing him as surely beneath it as if he’d been The Wicked Witch of the West. He blinked as his sight became more focused, sharper, and he was suddenly seeing things differently, as if from a more critical perspective. The stones that made up the wall seemed dirtier, unkempt, and the room could do with a deep cleaning, but none of these thoughts felt like his own. He could care less what filth the Potions Master lived in, but a new part of him sprung up in his mind to declare that it wasn’t proper to live this way.

He could also feel Draco more acutely than ever before. He could sense the boy’s fear, feel it as if it were his own, and he could nearly taste his sweet flavor even from there on the other side of the room. Harry squinted his eyes against the barrage of new emotions and unfamiliar sensations worming their way into his conscious mind, and he looked up to meet Draco’s gaze, his flinty eyes looked softened by a desperate apology. Harry didn’t know what was happening to him, but he knew in that moment that it was all Draco’s fault.

With dangerous appraisal, Snape looked between the two boys, from Harry’s fiercely burning eyes back to Draco’s smoldering gaze and scoffed into the open air.

Snape dug his nails into Draco’s thigh and let the boy’s whimpers of pain wash over him. It wasn’t all pain in his cries though, and even Harry could see Draco’s cock twitch at the touch. “You can have his heart, I have little use for such nonsense,” Snape muttered, letting his hand trail over Draco’s heated flesh. “But I’m going to have him begging for me to take him while you watch.”

Draco’s eyes shot to Harry, a look of pleading apology within their depths. He could already feel his arousal snaking through his body and he knew that with minimal prodding, Snape may just have managed what he claimed. He didn’t want to hurt his lover, but the Incubus was not so easily satisfied.

“This is ridiculous!” Harry shouted. “Why can’t you just leave us alone?”

Snape laughed but refused to answer, instead he chose to spin the wooden contraption until Draco was hanging upside down, his face level with Snape’s pulsing groin. He unzipped the leather trousers restricting his cock and let it fall free, its head glistening with precome. The member dangled there in front of Draco’s mouth for a moment before the older man shoved himself into Draco’s yielding folds.

He took Snape’s cock into his mouth, gagging on it slightly from the odd angle. He had no control as the professor fucked his face, hitting the back of his throat with every thrust. But even through his arousal, he could feel his Mate’s heart breaking through their connection by the act he was forced into. He could tolerate his Godfather abusing him, but he wouldn’t stand for him hurting his lovely Harry.

With all his might he bit down on the intrusion in his mouth, smirking when he heard the howling shriek that came from his Potions Master. “You’ll pay for that you spoiled brat!” Snape growled, pulling his injured cock from between his student’s lips before transfiguring his discarded trousers into a vicious looking whip.

Harry’s hearty laugh at his Mate’s boldness quickly disintegrated when he heard the first crack of the whip hit Malfoy’s perfect flesh. Not only had he heard it, and felt his entire body wince in sympathy, but part of him felt as though he could actually feel the sting of leather on his own chest. He looked down and saw a stripe of red welts blossom along his flesh and knew something was desperately amiss. A flood of anger washed over him, crippling his better judgment. Harry’s body grew tense, and his emerald gaze focused on the hated man before a sudden burst of furious energy flew from his fingertips and into Snape’s back, sending the Potions Master to his knees in roiling agony.

Draco’s eyes went wide as they looked up to meet his furious Mate. “Harry,” he whispered, but failed to gain the dark-haired boy’s attention. He shouted after him much louder this time, begging Harry to stop, but Harry’s mouth just quirked into a twisted grin as he watched Snape writhe on the floor and plead for mercy. “Love!” he shouted, trying a new approach, and this time Harry did look up, letting his spell fall away and Snape’s consciousness along with it. The man slumped to the floor, his breathing uneven, and all Harry could do was smile blankly at him, before a swift shake of his head cleared the wicked thoughts away.

“Draco!” he rasped, as if the spell had depleted too much of his energy. “Are you okay?” he asked, as he rushed over to right his Mate on the heavy wooden contraption and removed the binds from his Mate’s arms and legs. Draco fell awkwardly into his waiting arms, rubbing his wrists as he planted a firm kick in his godfather’s side. The man didn’t wake, just grunted at the added punishment.

Harry grabbed his stolen wand and levitated the Professor into the same binds he’d had Draco in only a moment before. The two boys went about harnessing him in, before placing a spell that would seal Snape’s mouth closed until the Hex was released. Snape was a fool if he thought he could toy with Harry Potter or his Mate, he only wished they could be there when the man was found tied naked and unconscious on his own contraption. With a twisted smirk, Harry took one of the vials Snape had used to penetrate him weeks before and with an engorging spell, shoved it unceremoniously into Snape’s exposed arse.

“We should get out of here,” Draco whispered, his eyes widening at Harry’s new punishment; it wasn’t like him to intentionally hurt someone unnecessarily, even if it was justified. Snape had been tortured and knocked unconscious, Harry was merely toying with the man now.

With a nod, Harry went to Draco’s side, helping the boy dress and then leading them both away from the dank dungeons and back to the safety of the Room of Requirement where they immediately feel into bed. “I can’t believe that arse,” Harry growled when they’d made it inside. “How dare he treat you that way?”

“Harry, do you even know what you did back there?” Draco asked, his heart still pounding wildly in his chest.

“I took our revenge,” Harry replied, unsure about why Draco looked so upset over it. He only did it to protect Draco, after all. “He hurt you.”

“You cast a wandless Crucio,” Draco whispered, shuddering slightly at his own words. “Not even Voldemort was ever able to cast an Unforgivable without his wand.”

“I-“Harry stammered, unable to fully understand what Draco meant. “I couldn’t have. I… I just lashed out.”

“With your magic,” Draco corrected. “You sent raw magic into Snape’s body. He might not ever wake up again.”

“Good!” Harry shouted maliciously, but then his fingers went immediately to his lips as if to stop himself from saying more. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he whispered at last. “I could have killed him and I don’t care.”

“You were protecting your Mate, Harry,” Draco soothed, pulling his distraught boyfriend into his arms. Harry was shaking and looked to be in shock; Draco didn’t know what else to do. He was trembling himself, both from the implications of how they’d left their Professor, and the terrifying amount of power Harry had expelled so easily and without thought. He wasn’t sure what to think of it, on the one hand, they might not be in such a powerless position against his father after all, but on the other hand, Draco didn’t want to be on the wrong end of Harry’s might.

“I didn’t mean to,” Harry murmured, his hands clinging to Draco’s robes as if begging the blond to believe him.

“I know, Love,” he assured the Gryffindor. “It was self defense. Who knows what Snape would have done to us had you not stopped him.”

“You stopped him first,” Harry reminded him, his eyes showing the green brilliance Draco was so familiar with. Since they had left the dungeons, those eyes had appeared cloudy and sightless until now.

“All I did was piss him off,” Draco muttered. “Had it not been for me, you probably wouldn’t have had to lose your control.”

“He would have raped you,” Harry hissed, not thinking it was a light matter. “I couldn’t stand for that. You belong to me.”

A shudder ran down Draco’s spine, and he wished he could say it was all from pleasure at hearing those words from his lifelong Mate. Unfortunately, Draco worried for the first time since he’d gotten his inheritance and found Harry to be his Mate, what exactly he was getting himself into by binding himself to Harry Potter.

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Lucius Malfoy whiled away the time he spent waiting for his partner’s arrival getting a mediocre blowjob from one of the slaves. She was a tiny little redhead and he imagined himself fucking the tight mouth of the Weasley shrew he’d set up to fall in Draco’s second year at Hogwarts. He’d always hated the redheaded family and would have delighted had one of them turned Incubus, alas; it appeared their blood was purer than that of his own family.

Still, it wasn’t as though Harry Potter was a consolation prize, not by any means. His cock twitched just thinking about getting to bury himself into the boy’s tight arse. He might make Harry his personal slave for a year or two -or until he grew bored with him, whichever came first- before putting him on the mass market. The business wasn’t wanting for money at the moment, and he could do with a little one-on-one training with the meddlesome brat, teach the boy a thing or two about obedience.

Stars burst behind his eyes from just the fantasy of pounding the famous Gryffindor into the mattress, sending a stream of hot white liquid into the slave’s waiting mouth. She continued to pour her attentions on him until he swatted her away. Having barely enjoyed the appetizer, he wanted to move onto the entrée, and he wondered where his business partner was with Potter and his son. He knew Severus would have already had more than enough time to play with the boys, and he thought it was about time to have his turn with them.

Lucius marched over to the fireplace after adjusting his trousers back in place and threw a handful of powder into the gaping black maw. “Potions classroom, Hogwarts!” he shouted, before stepping into the green flames. It had taken many hours of research, intense concentration, and several failed attempts to be able to attach the Floo at Madame Scarlet’s to Snape’s quarters at the school, but the outcome had been perfect, they were now able to come and go as they pleased completely undetected.

The sight that met his eyes upon reaching the room had Lucius laughing in amusement; as undignified as laughing was, he simply couldn’t help himself. His arousal was peeked, however, when he spotted the enlarged vial protruding from between the Slytherin professor’s cheeks. At once, Lucius walked over and began to slide it in and out of his partner’s arse, smirking when the man stirred awake and began to moan incoherently. At first Lucius thought Snape’s moaning was because of the pleasure he felt at being penetrated by his own potion-making equipment, but he quickly realized that Snape was trying to talk to him. Lucius wasn’t able to understand the dark-haired man’s words because of a spell he assumed the boys had inflicted upon his mouth.

“You let two school students do this to you?” Lucius asked, his amusement at Snape’s predicament was quickly replaced with annoyance at the fact he would have to wait even longer to find out what it felt like to be sheathed inside Harry Potter. His frustration fueled his motions and they became rougher as he pounded the vial inside of his dupe of a partner.

“Potter… so much power,” Snape whimpered in reply, the feeling of pain from Lucius’ ministrations was not enough to cancel out the pleasure as he moaned.

“All the more reason he should belong to me,” Lucius snarled.

“Us,” Snape corrected between heavy pants.

“Not the way you’re going so far. In fact, if you keep up this folly, I might not even give over my son for your use,” Lucius threatened.

“They’ve bonded,” Snape groaned, whining in displeasure when the blond stopped his movements.

“They’ve what?” Lucius growled, his voice dangerously low. Snape didn’t have enough energy to release himself without his wand, not that he could have since he had no idea where it even was. So, instead, he pulled and wriggled against his bonds as hard as he could, finally managing to free an arm so that he could undo the rest of the ties and climb down before pulling the vial from his arse and casting it into the rubbish bin.

“Draco let Potter fuck him, I saw the evidence tonight,” Snape muttered as he pulled a school robe around himself; not that it really mattered, Lucius had seen him naked more times than he could recall.

“Malfoy’s do not bottom,” Lucius snarled. He’d never been so angry or disappointed in his son; he had never been so sincere in his desire to disown the brat as he was in that moment. Draco was no longer a Malfoy; he was just another debauched Incubus slave.

“Whatever you say, Lucius. What should we do now? I’m not sure it’s wise to make another attempt from within the castle. I think our eagerness got the better of our common sense. People will notice if either of the boys go missing before the year is out. If we wait but a few months, we can place a note in Granger’s hands telling Potter’s friends that they had run away together,” Snape reasoned.

“We could do that tonight,” Lucius countered. He didn’t want to wait even another day to see Harry Potter on his knees for him.

“Not without too much suspicion,” Snape replied. He didn’t know why he always had to be the logical one; Lucius too often thought with the head of his cock instead of the head on his shoulders.

“We should try gentle persuasion then. Next Friday, make sure Potter comes alone. I can come and save him from your evil clutches and get his promise to join our little family,” Lucius tried. Snape rolled his eyes but nodded; knowing better than to openly disagree. He didn’t think Potter would go for it, but who knew, maybe the boy was as dim as his father had been. If Lucius was persuasive enough, being the father of Harry’s Mate might make all the difference.

“Our little family of whores,” Snape added with a grin.

“Indeed,” Lucius agreed, his eyes sparking with the triumph he had yet to attain.

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Author's Note: oh, dear. Poor Harry, poor Draco. Whatever will they do now?