The Contract

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Chapter Sixteen – Proper Punishment According to Lucius Malfoy





No one said a word when Lucius’ voice cut across Ron’s explanation. Harry, without thinking, slipped off his chair and assumed the position of servant, kneeling next to Draco’s chair. The motion was not lost on the crowd or Draco. When he reached out a hand, it was to stop Harry’s trembling.



Draco, putting on the mask of indifference said, “Father, it is so good to see you and mother again. Did you enjoy your trip?”



“Yes, our excursion was adequate. We returned early, however, as your mother has broken a fingernail, and believes the only decent witch to correct it is in Diagon Alley.” His words were curt and short. “So we have returned early only to find a dinner party, in our home no less, with the…Weasleys. I did not realize you had become friends with them.”



Draco still stroked Harry’s hair, attempting to calm both him and himself with the action. “You see, Har…Pet expressed a desire to see his friends after leaving them so abruptly at his own birthday celebration. And I thought…”



“We rather pushed our way in Mr. Malfoy.” Ginny spoke for the first time, fierce blue eyes meeting the steel gray of the man who, her first year at Hogwart's, made her life a living hell, without flinching.



She did, however, stop speaking when he opened his mouth to reply. “Perhaps, but it is now getting quite late, and as Narcissa and I have only arrived home, I wish to see my son alone. Perhaps we could reschedule time for you to spend with the boys another day?”



Standing, Arthur said, “Of course. Thank you for your hospitality. Molly, children, come.” An elf escorted the group without an additional comment. It would be half an hour later when the Weasleys realized that Ginny had not made it home with them.







When the family left, Lucius escorted his wife to her usual seat. Ever the gentleman, he doted on her for a moment before turning to his son. “Not the reception I expected.”



“I did not know you would be returning tonight. Your note said it would be next week.”



“Plans change, Draco. Perhaps we should stop dancing about the hall and speak openly.” Draco stopped touching Harry because he shook so badly in fear of his father, he could not conceal it. “Since we arrived shortly after that family, we have been privy to your conversations. So there has been a change in the bond? Is that why your servant has clothing on his body? Or perhaps that is why he is not wearing the collar I sent you.”



Calling to an elf, Lucius instructed her to bring him the collar. Once done, he removed his traveling cloak and gave it to the elf to put away. His traveling clothes, trousers, white shirt, and tight vest, showed a man in his prime. Narcissa watched the interaction closely, wondering just how hard she would be taken later that evening. That would depend upon Lucius’ actions in the next hour. But one could hope that he would properly lose his temper.



“I instructed you to claim him as your own. I told you that you must do it without lubrication and you must use him as a vessel. You were to claim him and show the world he was yours and your alone by putting this around his neck. This was your opportunity to show me that you had grown to the point that I could leave you to live your life as a Malfoy. As it is, I do not believe that you have done as instructed. For that, you will be punished.” And to accent his words, he slammed his cane on the table, breaking several dishes in the process.



Narcissa said nothing, but felt her nipples hardening at the sound of the command in her husband’s voice.



Harry and Draco both flinched. Walking closer to his son, he paused only a moment, before moving faster. Grabbing the younger blonde by the back of the neck, Draco found himself standing and being thrown face first into a wall. With a wave of his wand, which resides inside the cane, Draco was nude.



Standing very close to the pale boy, Lucius said, “Perhaps you will learn something tonight. You will receive your punishment, then I will claim the boy.” Draco whimpered. Harry’s eyes stayed on the floor. “Do you understand?”



“Yes father.” Draco’s words were full of fear.



“I have been gone ten days. You will receive ten strikes. Do try to hold your bladder this time. Now, Draco, count.”



“One…” Draco yelped. “Two…” Draco screamed. And on and on it went, one after the other, Draco counting between attempts to breath. Lucius was violent and relentless in the caning of his son. At ten, he released Draco and watched as he slid helplessly to the ground.



“As for you…” he turned to face Harry. “You will be claimed the way you were meant to be. My son may not have the ability to control you for your year, but I certainly do. Draco has given his agreement that I do so.” And with a flick of his wand, Harry was nude again. “Crawl to me.”



Harry did as he was commanded. Crawling only a few feet to the end of the table where Draco’s chair lay turned over. “Resume the proper position.” Harry did. “I claim you Harry James Potter, as my own slave for the term of one year.” He clasped the collar around his neck.



Then, using that collar, he raised the smaller boy up and bent him over the edge of the table. The broken dished cutting into his torso. His arms straight out to the sides, the broken glass and discarded cutlery cutting into Harry. Meeting his wife’s eyes only for a moment and seeing the lust she showed him, she gave him the tiniest of nods, which made him all the more vicious in his quest. “I will claim you as I instructed my son to do.”



Draco, still on the floor had passed out from the pain. Pointing his cane, which hid his wand, at his son he said clearly, “Ennervate!” And seconds later, Draco woke. A look of mixed fear and pain was visible in his eyes.



Reaching into his own fly, he released his hard cock. A bit bigger than his son’s, he stood behind Harry. It was odd that Harry had not struggled against him. There were no words of begging, no promises of better actions in the future, only submission. When Harry was breached, Lucius did not look at the boy, did not hear the screams of the brunette, he looked only at his wife sitting across the table from him.



Saw only her hand as it reached to pleasure herself as he claimed the boy. With every thrust, they were lost in the one another’s desire. When he came back to himself, he heard Draco’s sobbing which disgusted him, Harry’s frantic pleas of mercy which he ignored and held onto the flailing hips all the more tightly and his wife’s panting breath as she came closer to climax.



She climaxed at the same time he did, his seed pulsing deep into the boy. When he pulled out of the used man below him, he used a cleansing charm and tucked himself back into his trousers.



Smoothing his hair, he gave his wife one last glance before he instructed Draco to take that pet to the proper quarters, where he was not to be healed, and they would discuss his actions fully the following day.



With much difficulty, Draco complied and led a crawling Harry out of the dining hall, across the foyer to the stairs and up into his wing.



Neither saw the red-headed girl, silently crying from the shock of what she had just witnessed before rushing across the hall and flooing home.





~~~TBC~~~