The Contract

Author’s Note: Michael, you are wonderful and I adore you for helping me. For the reviewers – wow! Thank you for being so consistent and generous with your time and reviews.





Chapter Fourteen – Getting to know You







As they lay beside one another, an elf appeared, clearing his throat and apologizing for the intrusion. Draco took the gift from him, dismissed the elf, and read the note. The note attached was for Draco, again, reminding him of the proper bond that his slave should feel by then. The box was a gift for Harry from Lucius. Harry did not make any effort to stop Draco from opening the package. Once he saw what was inside, he lay it back on the nightstand to be ignored and forgotten.



Draco sat up and stood, in all his glory, beside the bed. Harry raised an eyebrow and smiled before taking the offered hand and walking with him to the en suite bath. This evening, they would spend their time in the tub. While Harry hadn’t truly noticed it the last time he had been there, he took time to look around.



The bath, while large enough for four adults, certainly did not come close to the prefect’s bath that he had visited his fourth year. But the granite and tiles fashioned around perfect pipes now gushing steaming water made him pause in awe of the beauty. When one coupled that with the arse of the man leaning over to select the proper bubbles and potions to add, one could forget the stone beauty and concentrate on someone who’s beauty outweighed it all.



When he stood, Draco stretched. Raising his arms above his head, and pulling back, Harry was given a full frontal view. Even though he has tasted that wonderful appendage, he still was taken back by its size.



With a gasp, Draco relaxed and asked Harry to join him. Harry did, almost embarrassed by his enthusiasm to be with the blonde again. When they were settled, Harry leaning against Draco, they talked.



Harry told him about his childhood, from living in the cupboard and being what little amounted to a servant to the Dursleys, to his training. The only part Harry could not remember was the trainer. He knew that it was an adult and someone he was comfortable with, but he did not know who that person was.



When Draco reached around and held him close, he relaxed and listened to the sounds of Draco’s voice as he spoke of his own childhood. “I knew I was a bit spoiled to the outside world, but they never knew the truth. I was on a strict schedule from which I only attempted to deviate once.



“I was, perhaps, nine years old. My tutor was not feeling well, so I offered for him to go home early, giving my word that I would stay and study.” Harry imagined a younger Draco with a smirk on his face lying to his tutor. “As soon as he left, I got my broom and went for a fly around the gardens. What I didn’t know was that my Father had returned early from his business in the city and was having tea with my mother in the garden.”



Draco shuddered at the memory for a moment, before Harry caressed his arm and asked him to continue. “I landed as soon as I saw him, hoping that he had not seen me. I rushed to put my broom away and return to the classroom. He was waiting for me there. I cannot ever remember being afraid of him until that moment.



“My mother, who always appears to be the epitome of perfection and aristocracy, is actually a cold hearted bitch. I found out that day how she could have been reared in a home that produced Aunt Bella. My father asked me to come over to him, which I did with all the arrogance my terrified self could muster. When I got close enough, he instructed me to take off my trousers and shorts.



“I remember looking at him in shock and hesitating to do what he said. Then he said ‘you may keep your robes on, but everything else from your waist down must be removed. With that codicil, I did as I was told. As soon as my shorts hit the ground, he grabbed me by my robes and bodily picked me up to bend me over the tutor’s desk.



“I felt my robes pull up and my backside exposed. He told me to open my legs a bit further and when I did so, I felt his hand on the small of my back. Then I heard a whooshing sound and I felt pain like I had never felt before. I remember he said, ‘That’s one, Draco.’ As though I could not count for myself.



“At five, I could not support myself. At eight, I begged him to stop. At ten strokes, my bladder released. At fifteen, I was released and fell to the floor. He looked at me with such anger as I showed my weakness from the pain. He told me that he would not allow me to be healed, that I had to learn the hard way to always do what I was told.



“My mother looked down her nose at me as though I was the lowest of the lowly elf when she told me to leave the room. I remember struggling to even crawl away. Before I closed the door, I looked back and saw her on her knees sucking my father. I didn’t understand then, but after years of this, I know that she finds it erotic when my father exerts control over others.” He found he could not go on for a bit.



Harry pulled away from him, turning as he did so, and pulled him into a close hug. “I understand love, I do. I am so sorry you had to go through that. You will never suffer because of me, I give you my word.” When Draco calmed, they relaxed a bit more and spoke of the bond.



“I started having feelings for you near the end of our fifth year. Nothing romantic, I just did not want to fight with you anymore. I knew that we would never be here doing this, but I was content to just be friends. At the end of last term, I felt connected to you. I have never known what love is, exactly, but I sort of feel that I am okay as long as we are together.” Harry explained.



Draco felt the same way. “Father told me about the Horcruxes near the end of May. He said that I would be rewarded if I could get you to destroy them. I decided on a very un-Slytherin way to do it...I told the truth. You did as was asked, and then destroyed the Dark Lord. Did I ever just say ‘thank you’?”



“No, you didn’t.”



“Well, then,” he reached over and gave Harry a chaste kiss, “Thank you for freeing me and my family from that madman.”



With a second kiss, Harry accepted his thanks. When it ended, Draco continued. “After you successfully defeated the Dark Lord, and my father was cleared, again, thanks to you, he told me that come July Thirty-First, I would have my heart's desire. We talked about the finer details only several hours before you were summoned.



“I hate it when he makes his point with his cane. He says something just before he slams the bloody thing down on a hard flat surface and let me tell you, you’ll agree to anything to keep him from hitting you with it. I had to hurt you, last night. You said you forgive me, but when I released your bonds, I barely made it to the loo before being sick. I showered for who knows how long, trying to get your blood off of me.



“Or maybe, it was to get the guilt off of me. Merlin, Harry, when I came out and could not find you, I went spare looking. How did you hide so well?”



“Many years in a dark cupboard, Draco, helps me seek out safe dark places.” His tone was neutral. He had spent much time in his cupboard, but even more time out of it, learning how to serve the man that now held him close. “This morning, all I could think of was calling you Master, and how important it was that you wanted me as your Pet. Now, I’m okay calling you by your given name. I don’t understand how the change happened.”



“Tell me a bit about your training.”



“Apparently, when your father saved mine during the first war, the result of the negotiations of the Life Debt was a year of servitude between you and me. So to make it easier, my dad set up all these lessons for me. I don’t know how it was that the Dursleys knew what to do, but there was this ‘Trainer’ who used to pick me up and take me to class. Don’t ask, I have no idea who that person was, I can’t remember. Anyway, any of what I learned was…I don’t understand it, but until last night, I didn’t remember any of it. It all came back in a rush while I was under the bed.



“I know all the right things to say at a dinner party, I can dance the waltz, as well as almost any other ballroom dance you can think up, I can play the piano. I even know how to speak French and how to order a meal at any restaurant. And of all that, the best part is that I can swallow you whole and not gag.” He wiggled his eyebrows a bit and winked at Draco.



“I’m getting pruned and hard, which is so bad for the skin. What say you and I find out just how well you can swallow me, and perhaps teach me a few tricks?”



As they stood, Harry got out first and got a large towel. When Draco stepped out, Harry dried his toes first, working gently up his body until he was at his shoulders. “I know that I am insanely crazy about you, but can we hold off with the actual sex until we have a bit more of a chance to get to know one another?”



With a grin, Draco asked if he could still get a decent blow before they went to sleep. Nodding, Harry led him out of the room and lay him in bed, turning just so Draco could mimic his movements as long as the blood flow to his brain was adequate to do so.





Spent and content, the two spend very little time speaking when they spooned one to the other and slept peacefully the night through.