Blood Bonds and Servitude

Blood Bonds and Servitude, pt 2


title: Blood Bonds and Servitude   (2/?)
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: GO SMUT! I'm sure everyone has the same opinion about that as I
do... Excuse me as I continue my mantra with my muse Volcano... HUGGLE
DA POTTAR!!! Here is the next installment of my slave!Harry story.
Mmmmm... slave!Harry.... I hope you all will enjoy it as much as I am!
*wicked grin*


Blood Bonds and Servitude
chapter two
by Chibimono Akuno


Sitting in an ancient horse-drawn carriage, Draco had watched Harry the
whole ride, though the other young man had kept his head down. He
figured the raven-haired boy did not want to be reminded that he could
not see he surroundings.

"Ah, the manor gates," Draco had whispered and watched the dark head
rise and turn towards the carriage window with unfocused eyes. "Not
much longer now till we are home."  The blonde wondered if he even
saw the white quartz statues of dragons lining the black gate walls.
Observing Harry squint sent an urge through Draco to seek out the one
that broke them; he quelled the feeling with the decision to buy
him new glasses at his soonest convenience. Perhaps tomorrow...

But even without glasses, Harry was able to see how massive Malfoy
Manor truly was and Draco saw how the green eyes had widened. Draco did
not know whether to feel proud that his home impressed the boy, or feel
sorry for Harry having never seen a house as large.

"The whole East Wing belongs to me," Draco said matter of factly,
"though I only use three of the rooms. My bedchamber, my parlour, and
my
study. I will give you the tour as soon as my father has finished
looking at you."

"Looking at me...?" Harry asked with a confused expression. It was the
first thing he had heard the boy say during the whole ordeal and and
Draco could tell the
poor boy was nervous. Yet he still looked so handsome
even after all that has happened to him. The blonde found himself
wanting to
smile at Harry but not yet; now was not the time. In retrospect, Draco
began to think that he should have been more indifferent and not as
kind. Hopefully no one noticed enough to tell his father.

"My father just wants to make sure that I bound a worthy servant to
myself," Draco said with a graceful shrug of his shoulders. "If you are
not worthy, then the binding must be removed. And there are only two
ways
for that."

"Yes?" came the urge from the seat across from Draco. Harry looked
expectant, at least as expectant one could look without their eyes
focusing. Poor thing...

"One is another blood spell. The other is Avada Kedavra. With my father
being the Dark Lord, I do believe you know which he will choose."

The ancient carriage pulled up in front of a massive white stone
mansion. It was magnificent with wide windows surrounded by black
shutters and green ivy crawling up the walls from the colourful and
splendidly-kept garden. The steps to the large, black oak doors were
made from smoothed white quartz and beautifully carved dragons of white
quartz sat poised on top of black stone railing walls on either side.

There was a nod of understanding and no more was said until the
carriage had stopped and both the master and slave stepped out.

~~~~~

Harry felt dizzy. Three hundred and fifty rooms! How was he going to
find his way around or even remember where anything was without his
glasses? Maybe it was the carriage ride that made him feel so lost?
Honestly, who still uses carriages in a world of Muggle cars, portkeys,
and Apparition?

Instantly following Malfoy out at the command of "Come," Harry stepped
down from the carriage in awe. He was sure Buckingham Place was not
even this big! Looking down at himself, he suddenly felt very out of
place, wearing only a thin tunic and his own knickers decently left to
him by his prison guards. It did not matter, however, as he followed
his master through the large double doors.

The floors in the atrium were made of polished ebony wood and the walls
were a pristine white, bordered at both the top and bottom with
Slytherin green. Renaissance style paintings and tapestries of Celtic
designs decorated the available wall space. The room in front of him
was quite large; big enough to hold a small party in, Harry was sure.
On either side of him as he stood at the door, was the bottom of long
flights of stairs that followed along both sides of the the room, all
the way up to the balcony above. Right across from Harry, directly
underneathh the landing, was a massive fireplace with more stone
dragons on the mantel. More double doors were to either side of the
fireplace, and another set were on each side of the room, underneath
the slope of the stairs. Harry
truly wished he had his glasses so he could see everything more clearly.

A bandaged hand touched his chin and closed his hanging jaw. "Don't
gawk," Malfoy smiled as Harry turned to look at the owner of the hand,
the hand that was sliced across the palm for his bonding ceremony.
"It's not very becoming, they say." Green eyes went wide. That intimate
touch again! The dizzy feeling was returning to Harry. Oh gods! He
hoped it was just his body getting accustomed to the bond between
himself and his master. Harry thought he heard a snicker from the
blonde but he was not sure as Malfoy began to move to the doors under
the staircase to their right.

Again, the simple command of "Come," and Harry was moving towards the
mercury-eyed young man that owned him. A sudden thought occurred to him
that the urge was tiny and he could fight it if he wished. He found
himself following the command regardless as the sudden thought of
punishment occurred to him as well. This was the son of the most
powerful Death Eater and new Dark Lord. Punishment was going to be
extreme, Harry just knew it...

After passing through the doors, he followed Malfoy into what seemed
like a
library to rival that of Hogwarts. No doubt they were all books of the
Dark Arts as this was the personal library and study of Lucius Malfoy.


Behind a great ebony desk sat the father of his master, the Dark Lord
Malfoy. He was wearing black robes that were pushed back over his broad
shoulders to reveal his elegant black velvet vest and dark gray silk
shirt. His grey eyes lit up at the sight of Harry following his son in
to the room. He stood, moving around the desk towards them.

"Well, my Dragon..." drawled the tall man with a smirk. "What have we
here?"

The younger Malfoy stood by Harry and looked at his father, his face
completely devoid of emotion. "You said you wanted a look at him," the
younger blonde said a bit stiffly.

"Yes, I did," Lucius smiled devilishly, his eyes widening in delight as
he turned his full attention on the raven-haired boy.

Harry darted his eyes over to his master, hoping for some sort of help
as Lucius seemed to round on him. With his fuzzy vision, he could not
see the blonde young man's face clearly enough; he could not
tell what expression the younger Malfoy looked back at him with. "Do as
Father says," came the command.

Standing tall, the raven-haired young man pushed his shoulders back,
his chest out, and stood perfectly still until he was told to move.
Lucius loomed into his fuzzy vision and began to poke and prod at him,
looking at Harry's eyes, teeth, shoulders, arms, and legs. A sick
feeling sat in his stomach as he realized he was being treated like a
horse for sale. Not to mention the fact that he really did not like the
man's hands on him at all.

"Other than his eyesight, he is fine for any work, I would say," the
elder Malfoy drawled, turning to his son.

Draco cocked his head to the side and made a show of thinking. "He will
be my personarvanrvant. No one else will touch him, save
for me."

The older man levelled a serious glare at his son. "I am not so sure
that is wise, my Dragon," he said rather gravely. "He was just pulled
from the resistance. What makes you think he will not turn on you?"
Lucius turned his heavy stare upon Harry, making the slave's insides
freeze in a flash of terror.

Moving forward slowly, the heir of Malfoy came to stand right next to
Harry. He gently took the boy's hand with his good one and laced their
fingers together. Emerald eyes went wide as Harry turned to look his
master in the face. Harry had to tilt his head back a bit just to meet
the mercury eyes. He swallowed hard as his heart began to pound again.
He felt his palm go sweaty against Malfoy's palm and start to tremble;
Draco only gripped his hand tighter.

"You will not hurt me, will you?" came the soft whisper, the same
whisper as out on the dais in front of the crowd. The warm breath of
his master brushed his face. Harry had to swallow again as he felt
himself... melting...?

Wow.

He was mel for for Malfoy...


~ to be continued ~