Blood Bonds and Servitude

title: Blood Bonds and Servitude (18/?)
author: Chibimono Akuno
email: chibimono@msn.com
category: Smutty slash!!! Romance, angst...
pairing: Draco/Harry, (male)Blaise/Hermione
spoilers: SS/PS, 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: Hello, everyone! I apologize that it's been so long. Real life is an evil thing and I'm going to be making some very bhanghanges soon. It may effect my writing and/or my online time for sometime. Yeah, it's going to suck... But I would like for everyone to know that yes, this story will continue, and yes, I read every one of your reviews and emails, and yes, I love you all. ^_^


Blood Bonds and Servitude
chapter eighteen
by Chibimono Akuno


Augustus Rookwood entered the Leaky Cauldron and approached the table at the back of the pub. He lowered his hood as he addressed his Master.

"Sir, there is no sign of them."

"That cannot be," Lucius sniffed with disapproval. "He is here. The only reason he should be missing is if his oversized juvenile ego got the better of him and Potter did drag him off to the rebels."

"I don't see that happening, dear," Narcissa said quietly, patting her husband's arm comfortingly. "Draco is much brighter than that."

He flung her hand off his arm irritatedly.

"Be quiet, Narcissa, I'm handling the situation and I don't need you butting in." His wife fell silent. "Now, I want it to be absolutely clear that everyone is to comb through every shop. Especially that of the Weasels'. The youngest was right along side Potter, so there is no telling that the rest of the family wasn't. If anything, Potter could have dragged my son in there. I also want a search of the Floo Network since the time of the attack. If Draco went home, it should be able to tell us. And keep an eye on it."

Rookwood nodded, taking a bow and left to follow through with the orders.

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"So... let us get this right..." George said, stroking his scruffy chin in much the same manner that Fred had done earlier. "You," he pointed at the Malfoy heir, "have been the source all along?"

When Draco nodded, Fred stopped biting at his thumb to speak up. "And you've taken our lion into your snake pit in the name of protection?"

"I don't think we see eye to eye here," the twins chorused, shaking their flaming red heads.

"Look, there really was no other way around it," Draco said from his place beside Harry. "No one had a plan, and someone had to do something. At least I managed to set it up so that you won't all be completely separate. I mean, I can make sure Harry is safe, because he is right here with me-"

"And right under your father's nose," Fred interrupted, folding his arms.

"Where any ambitious Deathie can walk up and hex him," George continued.

"Or hit him-"

"Or him him-"

"Or box his ears-"

"Or give him a wedgie-"

"I've been there one night so far, and nothing bad has happened to me yet," Harry said with a yawn. The wandless magic had exhausted him.

The twins looked to each other and back to Harry. In unison, they got up from their seats and crossed the room to perch on either side of Draco and Harry.

"And what's this here?" asked Fred, indicating the joined hands of the two young men.

"Mum'll throw a fit when she finds out," George said with a knowing look to his brother.

"Mum? What about Ronnikins? He's going to blow a basket."

"A gasket," Harry corrected, use to amending the Weasleys' misuse of Muggle words. "And what about Ron?"

"Ginny will have kittens," Fred said with a suffering sigh, ignoring Harry as he spoke across to his brother.

George shook his head.

"No, I think she's over him. Hermione was right, though."

Harry's head turned back and forth between each redhead, as if he was in the audience of a tennis match. "Hermione's always right, but about what this time?"

"I'm still not sure I want to trust Ferret here, though," George remarked, giving Draco a haughty look down his nose.

"I'm starting to get a bit weary that our investigator is really an arsonist..." Fred glared at Blaise.

Harry put his free hand to his head and leaned back with a whuff.

"Confused..." he groaned. Draco stroked the hand he still held and Harry could tell he was not sure he knew what was going on, either.

"Look, Harry is safe with Draco," Blaise said, stepping forward, rather exasperated by now. "I have Hermione, and you have Ron. Other than those still in Azkaban, all the key players are safe."

"Wait..." Harry sat forward, not sure if he heard right. "You... you all... R-ron... and Hermione...? They... You all have them? They're alright?"

The twins nodded.

"Ron's at home. He's was bought yesterday, a few hours after you." George smiled from beside Draco.

Fred patted Harry's shoulder. "He's bonded to Dad, so he really can't be anywhere other than at home or with Dad... But we have him."

"And Hermione's with me," Blaise said, sitting down in a chair that one of the twins had vacated earlier. "I bought her a few hours before you were sold. I believe she's ploughing through the library at the moment. At least, that's where I left her this morning."

Harry felt like his chest was nearly bursting. He had been so afraid that something horrible would happened to them, and even through his own trouble, thoughts of his friends sat in the back of his mind. Now he knew they were okay, and Harry turned a bright, beaming smile to the blonde beside him.

"They're alright," he nearly laughed. His green eyes sparkled with unshed tears as he put his arms around Draco's neck. "They're alright!"

"Did you honestly think I would let something happen to them?" Draco smiled, letting his lips brush against the side of Harry's pale neck as the other boy hugged him so close.

"You did this?" Harry asked, his breath hot against Draco's ear as he resisted the urge to nuzzle it.

Gently, Draco put his hands to Harry's shoulders and eased him back enough to look him in his brilliant green eyes.

"Of course..." he whispered, his hands coming up to cup Harry's face. "They're important to the cause, yes, but they're your friends, too... Wouldn't you do the same for my friends if you felt the same for me?"

Harry glanced quickly at Blaise before nodding, flushing shyly. He couldn't help being aware of the fact that every eye in the room was on him suddenly. Especially since all he wanted to do was kiss the cupid's bow lips in front of him. Those grey eyes were dazzling and distracting, Harry thought, as his mind stopped telling him it was just the bond just the bond just the bond and he leaned forward those few inches. He brushed his lips tenderly against Draco's, with just enough pressure to let the blonde know that he would offer more, before blushing furiously and tucking his face against Draco's neck.

"Whoa!" Fred exclaimed in surprise at the contact of lips as George coughed nervously.

The Slytherin put his arms around the embarrassed Harry and nuzzled at his dark hair.

"Thank you, Harry..." he whispered, his heart swelling with happiness beyond words. For Harry to kiss him in front of friends, he must truly trust Draco.

"You know, if Harry can kiss you-" George started, scratching his head.

Fred finished, shrugging with a small smirk. "then you can't very well be such a big arse as we thought you were."

"But we still don't like you, Zabini." Both twins turned to the Italian boy, smiling smugly.

Blaise rolled his blue eyes and snorted. "Yeah? Well, not many do..." He stuck his tongue out at the redheads childishly.

A loud thump was heard in the store below and everyone fell silent. George moved to the window to see the street below.

"You know that saying...? 'Never knock on Death's door'?"

"Ring the bell and run instead," Blaise finished. "He hates that."

Fred joined his brother at the window, and their expressions were rather grim.

"What do you do when Deathies are knocking?"

"If they're at the front door, I'd say it's time to run like hell out the back," Harry said as he stood up too quickly, only to fall back down and practically land on Draco.

The blonde caught the weak Gryffindor and held him on his lap, not wanting to let him go. The game was almost up, but he was not done yet. He was not ready to face the music with his father yet. He wracked his brain for ideas. For anything. Anything to make this day longer.

There was another loud thump. The twins looked panicked for a moment, worried about their door and what would happen to their shop.

"Alright," Blaise said, getting everyone's attention. "Fred, George. You both and I will head downstairs and make it look like we are discussing business. Harry and Draco, you both can go out the back door-"

Another loud thump sounded at the bottom of the stairs- the back door.

"Well, shite," sighed Fred.

George rolled his eyes. "There goes that idea."

"The only way out is to Apparate," Draco said, resting his forehead against Harry's shoulder blade. He felt the young man tense in his arms. Swallowing hard as a another set of thumps beat at the doors, Draco hugged Harry tightly in his arms. "It's the only way... We have to do this..." Harry trembled in his arms.

Fred and George looked even more weary, identical looks of concern on their faces. But they had not time to voice their worries as Blaise tugged at their arms.

"Let's get a move on before they break the doors," he said, his cobalt eyes glancing over Draco and Harry, wondering if they knew what they were going to do.

Draco stood up, still holding Harry in his arms to help him stay on his feet. He called out to the twins before they disappeared dowe ste stairs.

"If something should happen to your shop because of all this..." the blonde said, giving them the most sincere expression he could muster. "Let me know. I'll send you money for repairs and any other problems." Nodding in return, the redheads followed Blaise down the stairs and left Harry and Draco alone.

Putting his arm around Harry's waist, the Slytherin led him across the room and into the bedroom. He closed the door and locked it, letting Harry rest against it.

"We have to Apparate, love," Draco said softly. He looked into Harry's eyes, only to see terror darkening their green depths.

"I... I can't..." fell from Harry's trembling lips.


~ to be continued ~


A/N2: After this chapter, do not be surprised if they next chapter is longer and shows up as Chapter Ten. I will be compacting the first original 18 chapters into 9 chapters, so that they are longer... And the chapters from now on will be longer as well.

I don't know when I'll be back for sure, but when I do return, I'll hopefully have more Harry, Draco, and love for you all. ^_^