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Chapter Twelve
title: Blood Bonds and Servitude (12/?)
author: Chibimono Akuno
email: chibimono@msn.com
category: Smutty slash!!! Romance, angst...
pairing: Draco/Harry, (male)Blaise/Hermione
spoilers: SS/SP, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
rating: R for now...
warnings: ur... SLASH, slavery, references to child abuse, violence, foul language, light bondage, torture
disclaimers: These characters are not mine. They belong to the wonderful goddess J.K. Rowling and all other companies that own them. I bow before you and beg for your forgiveness of using these characters. I only wish to entertain, not make money.
A/N: Again with the angst! Yeah... Harry\'s not as completely well as he seems... T_T Thanks for letting me bother you again, Karen! BOTHER! XD
Blood Bonds and Servitude
chapter twelve
by Chibimono Akuno
o wao was disappointed to find the lumbering and hulking forms of Crabbe and Goyle in his carriage.
\"What are you both taking up space here for?\" he demanded irritably.
\"Mrs. Malfoy owled us,\" Greg replied in a fuddled fashion. \"Says you\'re going to Diagon Alley today and we\'re to watch over you. Did she not tell you?\"
Draco had hoped that the oafs would have been sent to Diagon Alley ahead of him, allowing him more time to smother Harry with kisses behind curtained windows. But it was not to be, it seemed.
\"Iposepose the rest of the entourage is there?\" Both nodded lamely. \"Fine.\"
With a sharp turn, he looked at Harry who was still picking at a pastry that Raze had given him for breakfast.
\"Pottin,\in,\" he commanded quickly, to which Harry responded just as fast. He watched as the young man noticed the massive brutes occupying the seats along the front of the coach, moving to sit in the corner on the opposite side, practically scowling. Draco almost laughed aloud when it seemed as if Harry was trying to protect the pastry he was holding. Much to their credit, Crabbe and Goyle eyed Harry warily in return, obviously feeling as if he was going to jump up and start hex esp especially if they looked at his breakfast the wrong way.
Draco climbed inside the carriage and sat beside Harry, leaning back into his own corner and watching the dark-haired boy nibble at the flaky, powdered sugar-coated, raspberry-filled treat. Harry was very careful not to get anything on his clothes, as they were on loan from Draco. Not that Draco minded, really, as he had outgrown both the dark green poet\'s shirt and form fitting black trousers before leaving Hogwarts. They looked incredible on Harry, making Draco quite glad he had kept the clothing and he was quite willing to give them to the green-eyed boy. When Harry beganlicklick and suck at the raspberry and sugar on his fingers, Draco quickly looked away, crossing his legs as he did so, and tried to find something more entertaining outside the coach window.
The ride passed in silence. Crabbe and Goyle had learned in Hogwarts to not open their mouths unless they had something worth saying. Harry, on the other hand, was told to stay quiet by Draco. Since he was a slave, Harry was to know his place and there were rules that he had to follow outside of Draco\'s chambers, or around anyone outside their precious little circle. He was notspeaspeak unless spoken to, Draco was to be referred to as \'Master\', and anyone else that he was to address were to be addressed by their proper names. The only commands Harry was to take were from Draco, and Draco alone. If for any reason Harry was to be punished or struck in any way in public, Draco would be the only one to do it, and he promised to be as gentle as he could be allowed to. In turn, Draco also warned Harry that he would be cold and aloof, as it was expected for him to be above Harry.
The carriage arrived at a gate along the back of Diagon Alley and Draco\'s bodyguards bumbled out, in search of the remaining entourage that was to join them. As soon as the door clicked shut behind the brutes, the blonde had his wand out to charm all the curtains closed. In the dim light of the cab, he turned to Harry and took one of his hands.
\"It\'s not going to be completely pleasant out there,\" Draco reminded Harry, looking deeply into his attentive green eyes. \"We both have our enemies and our fanatics. But no matter what happens, I won\'t let anyone hurt you.\"
A gentle smile played across Harry\'s lips and caused Draco to smile in return.
\"A kiss, then?\" the blonde asked his companion, whose blush was visible even in the lack of light from the closed windows. A nod, however, granted permission for Draco to lean forward and press his lips ever so softly to Harry\'s. In backing away, Draco licked at his lips and found that they tasted faintly of raspberry. Before Harry could react, Draco swooped down on him again, his tonrunnrunning along the dark-haired boy\'s lips and drawing a shocked breath from him. Harry\'s gasp allowed his lips to part, and Draco moved to dip his tongue inside for just a little taste of what he had always dreamed of since puberty... when there was a sharp knock on the coach door.
\"Fuck,\" the blonde spat as he moved away from the dazed young man beside him. He looked quickly to the doors and then back to Harry. Brushing the hair out of those green eyes, Draco smiled at Harry.
\"It\'s time to go.\"
Together, they exited the carriage and made their way out into the early afternoon sun. Diagon Alley, as always, was full of chatting witches, noisy children, harried businessmen, and advertising merchants. People crowded the walkways as they bustled along with their purchases. The small Death Eater entourage that Lord Malfoy enlisted for his son\'s protection parted the sea of cold rod robes easily, two of them making way in front of the group. Draco was flanked on either side by Crabbe and Goyle and this left Harry to walk behind Draco, and after Harry was only one other Death Eater to watch from behind.
As they waded through the throng of shoppers, the din around them seemed to fade into silence. Harry tried to look around to as the people moved aside to let them pass, but he could see nothing but a wave of blurs cresting and falling from person to person. He turned his eyes to the ground as he felt his head begin to ache and nausea begin to catch him.
A murmur began to pick up all around them as they navigated the throng. Some people stopped to stare as the group passed while others continued on their way with their heads turned to follow the group\'s wake. The whispering ascended quickly to a clamour with people shouting to Draco and yelling for Harry. The Gryffindor looked ahead to see that Draco held his head high and ignored the sounds. Harry, however, wanted to draw back in on himself as he heard the words flying like acid and sharp knives through the air.
\"BASTARD!\" \"SLAVE DRIVER!\" \"DEVIL SPAWN!\"
\"MUDBLOOD!\" \"WHORE!\" \"MURDERER!\"
Every foul word, whether it was for him or for Draco, seemed to cut into Harry. He heard cries of pity for the enslaved Saviour of the Wizarding World as well as cheers for the Master of the said Saviour. It was just like the war, Harry thought in a panic, remembering people cornering him or yelling for him and giving away his position when he was out in public. It reminded him of the time he went stir crazy because he could not leave the Dursleys\' house for fear of an attack just standing on the front door step. The shouting was reaching a crescendo all around him and in fright he reached out for Draco\'s robes-
He could hear it a mile a way. The sound of spellfire. For a split second, Harry\'s body froze and his mind opened to a tumult of images and pain.
Pain. Just like when Mad Eye Moody was training Harry to become impervious to the Cruciatus Curse. Pinned against the corner of a room with the spellfire striking him, he remembered just hurting and crying, tears spilling down his face to sting at the oversensitive skin. His whole body was inflamed from the onslaught. He hurt and hurt and hurt until he struggled for his own wand to fired back with Stupify. The Imperius Curse followed the next day, and the day after he was forced to witness rats succumbing to Avadra Kedvera. Every day, for weeks on end, he was subjected to an Unforgivable... Repeating and repeating... Harry\'s mind quickly raced to the battlefields and Death Eaters casting Unforgivables left and right. His ears were trained to pick up the sound of Unforgivable spellfire, and for his body to react accordingly.
Draco felt a hand closed on the back of his black robes and he squawked with his arms flailing as he was pulled backwards against a body gone tense with anxiety. A flash of green light flew past the tip of Draco\'s nose and he recognised it instantly as the Killing Curse. He faintly heard a voice that sounded like Harry\'s commanding him to the ground as he stood rooted to the spot against the body holding him. The hands fell away and Draco crumbled to the ground, trembling and his eyes wide. He turned to watch his rescuer dive into the screaming crowd, fighting against the people to hunt down the attacker.
Harry fought past people, shoving and striking, his eyes trained on the face of the assaulter. Green eyes had seen where the spell was cast from, its light coming from the wand not thirty feet away from. Am. And yet... the attacker did not move from his place. Incensed beyond comprehension, Harry did not wait to ask questions as he reached the man. He sunk his fist deep into the assailant\'s stomach, causing the man to double over enough for Harry to withdraw his hand and deliver his elbow to the man\'s head.
The bodyguards where shielding Draco now, but he still managed to look over the shoulder of one of them to see Harry as people dashed madly about in terror. The dark-haired boy was panting, his face distorted with rage as he looked down upon the man he just beaten. Harry Potter had just saved Draco Malfoy\'s life.
~ to be continued ~
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Hi, everyone! Hope your Valentine was a wonderous one! I heard some happy news, but that is all for me. I\'m not in love or anything... well, I am, but Dan Radcliffe is not returning it so... *sigh* ANYwho... I\'d love to say thank you very much and give massive huggles to the special people in my life: Anna Malfoy (who betas like nobody in the world! XD I wuff you!), Lupusdragon (who once again has allowed me to abuse her IM ^_^ You r0x0rz, guy!), Silver Star (who is the biggest sweetie in the whole wide world! XD), Christine C (who is one of the awesomest writers I have ever had the chance to actually speak to in person!), Ashkah, Juno, Aries, Serenitas (I luff you! *huggles*), Texas, Holly, Jamie, JoJoanna, Becca, Nocturnali, wonapalei, ro, ro, Brittany, Relle, Blitz, Whirling Myst, and Kipley! *waves wildly* YOU GUYS ARE THE BESTEST!!! XD
On to the reviewers: Passionateshyness, Stephanie, Acient Lover, Códith, lissi, Limegreenlion, picabofan2, amy, Red Rose, oxymoron, Nikita Emerald (*waves* HI!), abby, Demile (I love your comments! XD), little_rossy, driven to insanity, Hayley, LizBethy, Yana5, Jiro, Jade Malfoy, hazelseverina, horseriding-muso, rivanfreak, Ravenfrog (*huggles* I like swe!Dre!Draco much better than Death Eater prat, too! ^_^), iced- forest, SoulSister, Sowen, and Ralna Malfoy. THANK YOU GUYS! You all are so wonderful for reading! ^_^
I\'d also like to thank you all that offered kind words of support for me after Diagon Alley\'s refusal of this fic. You all are very sweet. ^_^ I try my best for you all, because I know you appreciate a good fic when you see one!
BTW, Blaise makes his first appearance in the next chapter! See ya next week! XD
author: Chibimono Akuno
email: chibimono@msn.com
category: Smutty slash!!! Romance, angst...
pairing: Draco/Harry, (male)Blaise/Hermione
spoilers: SS/SP, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
rating: R for now...
warnings: ur... SLASH, slavery, references to child abuse, violence, foul language, light bondage, torture
disclaimers: These characters are not mine. They belong to the wonderful goddess J.K. Rowling and all other companies that own them. I bow before you and beg for your forgiveness of using these characters. I only wish to entertain, not make money.
A/N: Again with the angst! Yeah... Harry\'s not as completely well as he seems... T_T Thanks for letting me bother you again, Karen! BOTHER! XD
Blood Bonds and Servitude
chapter twelve
by Chibimono Akuno
o wao was disappointed to find the lumbering and hulking forms of Crabbe and Goyle in his carriage.
\"What are you both taking up space here for?\" he demanded irritably.
\"Mrs. Malfoy owled us,\" Greg replied in a fuddled fashion. \"Says you\'re going to Diagon Alley today and we\'re to watch over you. Did she not tell you?\"
Draco had hoped that the oafs would have been sent to Diagon Alley ahead of him, allowing him more time to smother Harry with kisses behind curtained windows. But it was not to be, it seemed.
\"Iposepose the rest of the entourage is there?\" Both nodded lamely. \"Fine.\"
With a sharp turn, he looked at Harry who was still picking at a pastry that Raze had given him for breakfast.
\"Pottin,\in,\" he commanded quickly, to which Harry responded just as fast. He watched as the young man noticed the massive brutes occupying the seats along the front of the coach, moving to sit in the corner on the opposite side, practically scowling. Draco almost laughed aloud when it seemed as if Harry was trying to protect the pastry he was holding. Much to their credit, Crabbe and Goyle eyed Harry warily in return, obviously feeling as if he was going to jump up and start hex esp especially if they looked at his breakfast the wrong way.
Draco climbed inside the carriage and sat beside Harry, leaning back into his own corner and watching the dark-haired boy nibble at the flaky, powdered sugar-coated, raspberry-filled treat. Harry was very careful not to get anything on his clothes, as they were on loan from Draco. Not that Draco minded, really, as he had outgrown both the dark green poet\'s shirt and form fitting black trousers before leaving Hogwarts. They looked incredible on Harry, making Draco quite glad he had kept the clothing and he was quite willing to give them to the green-eyed boy. When Harry beganlicklick and suck at the raspberry and sugar on his fingers, Draco quickly looked away, crossing his legs as he did so, and tried to find something more entertaining outside the coach window.
The ride passed in silence. Crabbe and Goyle had learned in Hogwarts to not open their mouths unless they had something worth saying. Harry, on the other hand, was told to stay quiet by Draco. Since he was a slave, Harry was to know his place and there were rules that he had to follow outside of Draco\'s chambers, or around anyone outside their precious little circle. He was notspeaspeak unless spoken to, Draco was to be referred to as \'Master\', and anyone else that he was to address were to be addressed by their proper names. The only commands Harry was to take were from Draco, and Draco alone. If for any reason Harry was to be punished or struck in any way in public, Draco would be the only one to do it, and he promised to be as gentle as he could be allowed to. In turn, Draco also warned Harry that he would be cold and aloof, as it was expected for him to be above Harry.
The carriage arrived at a gate along the back of Diagon Alley and Draco\'s bodyguards bumbled out, in search of the remaining entourage that was to join them. As soon as the door clicked shut behind the brutes, the blonde had his wand out to charm all the curtains closed. In the dim light of the cab, he turned to Harry and took one of his hands.
\"It\'s not going to be completely pleasant out there,\" Draco reminded Harry, looking deeply into his attentive green eyes. \"We both have our enemies and our fanatics. But no matter what happens, I won\'t let anyone hurt you.\"
A gentle smile played across Harry\'s lips and caused Draco to smile in return.
\"A kiss, then?\" the blonde asked his companion, whose blush was visible even in the lack of light from the closed windows. A nod, however, granted permission for Draco to lean forward and press his lips ever so softly to Harry\'s. In backing away, Draco licked at his lips and found that they tasted faintly of raspberry. Before Harry could react, Draco swooped down on him again, his tonrunnrunning along the dark-haired boy\'s lips and drawing a shocked breath from him. Harry\'s gasp allowed his lips to part, and Draco moved to dip his tongue inside for just a little taste of what he had always dreamed of since puberty... when there was a sharp knock on the coach door.
\"Fuck,\" the blonde spat as he moved away from the dazed young man beside him. He looked quickly to the doors and then back to Harry. Brushing the hair out of those green eyes, Draco smiled at Harry.
\"It\'s time to go.\"
Together, they exited the carriage and made their way out into the early afternoon sun. Diagon Alley, as always, was full of chatting witches, noisy children, harried businessmen, and advertising merchants. People crowded the walkways as they bustled along with their purchases. The small Death Eater entourage that Lord Malfoy enlisted for his son\'s protection parted the sea of cold rod robes easily, two of them making way in front of the group. Draco was flanked on either side by Crabbe and Goyle and this left Harry to walk behind Draco, and after Harry was only one other Death Eater to watch from behind.
As they waded through the throng of shoppers, the din around them seemed to fade into silence. Harry tried to look around to as the people moved aside to let them pass, but he could see nothing but a wave of blurs cresting and falling from person to person. He turned his eyes to the ground as he felt his head begin to ache and nausea begin to catch him.
A murmur began to pick up all around them as they navigated the throng. Some people stopped to stare as the group passed while others continued on their way with their heads turned to follow the group\'s wake. The whispering ascended quickly to a clamour with people shouting to Draco and yelling for Harry. The Gryffindor looked ahead to see that Draco held his head high and ignored the sounds. Harry, however, wanted to draw back in on himself as he heard the words flying like acid and sharp knives through the air.
\"BASTARD!\" \"SLAVE DRIVER!\" \"DEVIL SPAWN!\"
\"MUDBLOOD!\" \"WHORE!\" \"MURDERER!\"
Every foul word, whether it was for him or for Draco, seemed to cut into Harry. He heard cries of pity for the enslaved Saviour of the Wizarding World as well as cheers for the Master of the said Saviour. It was just like the war, Harry thought in a panic, remembering people cornering him or yelling for him and giving away his position when he was out in public. It reminded him of the time he went stir crazy because he could not leave the Dursleys\' house for fear of an attack just standing on the front door step. The shouting was reaching a crescendo all around him and in fright he reached out for Draco\'s robes-
He could hear it a mile a way. The sound of spellfire. For a split second, Harry\'s body froze and his mind opened to a tumult of images and pain.
Pain. Just like when Mad Eye Moody was training Harry to become impervious to the Cruciatus Curse. Pinned against the corner of a room with the spellfire striking him, he remembered just hurting and crying, tears spilling down his face to sting at the oversensitive skin. His whole body was inflamed from the onslaught. He hurt and hurt and hurt until he struggled for his own wand to fired back with Stupify. The Imperius Curse followed the next day, and the day after he was forced to witness rats succumbing to Avadra Kedvera. Every day, for weeks on end, he was subjected to an Unforgivable... Repeating and repeating... Harry\'s mind quickly raced to the battlefields and Death Eaters casting Unforgivables left and right. His ears were trained to pick up the sound of Unforgivable spellfire, and for his body to react accordingly.
Draco felt a hand closed on the back of his black robes and he squawked with his arms flailing as he was pulled backwards against a body gone tense with anxiety. A flash of green light flew past the tip of Draco\'s nose and he recognised it instantly as the Killing Curse. He faintly heard a voice that sounded like Harry\'s commanding him to the ground as he stood rooted to the spot against the body holding him. The hands fell away and Draco crumbled to the ground, trembling and his eyes wide. He turned to watch his rescuer dive into the screaming crowd, fighting against the people to hunt down the attacker.
Harry fought past people, shoving and striking, his eyes trained on the face of the assaulter. Green eyes had seen where the spell was cast from, its light coming from the wand not thirty feet away from. Am. And yet... the attacker did not move from his place. Incensed beyond comprehension, Harry did not wait to ask questions as he reached the man. He sunk his fist deep into the assailant\'s stomach, causing the man to double over enough for Harry to withdraw his hand and deliver his elbow to the man\'s head.
The bodyguards where shielding Draco now, but he still managed to look over the shoulder of one of them to see Harry as people dashed madly about in terror. The dark-haired boy was panting, his face distorted with rage as he looked down upon the man he just beaten. Harry Potter had just saved Draco Malfoy\'s life.
~ to be continued ~
////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
The happy hullo corner! ^_^
Hi, everyone! Hope your Valentine was a wonderous one! I heard some happy news, but that is all for me. I\'m not in love or anything... well, I am, but Dan Radcliffe is not returning it so... *sigh* ANYwho... I\'d love to say thank you very much and give massive huggles to the special people in my life: Anna Malfoy (who betas like nobody in the world! XD I wuff you!), Lupusdragon (who once again has allowed me to abuse her IM ^_^ You r0x0rz, guy!), Silver Star (who is the biggest sweetie in the whole wide world! XD), Christine C (who is one of the awesomest writers I have ever had the chance to actually speak to in person!), Ashkah, Juno, Aries, Serenitas (I luff you! *huggles*), Texas, Holly, Jamie, JoJoanna, Becca, Nocturnali, wonapalei, ro, ro, Brittany, Relle, Blitz, Whirling Myst, and Kipley! *waves wildly* YOU GUYS ARE THE BESTEST!!! XD
On to the reviewers: Passionateshyness, Stephanie, Acient Lover, Códith, lissi, Limegreenlion, picabofan2, amy, Red Rose, oxymoron, Nikita Emerald (*waves* HI!), abby, Demile (I love your comments! XD), little_rossy, driven to insanity, Hayley, LizBethy, Yana5, Jiro, Jade Malfoy, hazelseverina, horseriding-muso, rivanfreak, Ravenfrog (*huggles* I like swe!Dre!Draco much better than Death Eater prat, too! ^_^), iced- forest, SoulSister, Sowen, and Ralna Malfoy. THANK YOU GUYS! You all are so wonderful for reading! ^_^
I\'d also like to thank you all that offered kind words of support for me after Diagon Alley\'s refusal of this fic. You all are very sweet. ^_^ I try my best for you all, because I know you appreciate a good fic when you see one!
BTW, Blaise makes his first appearance in the next chapter! See ya next week! XD