Yes, My Lord

Wow, I never thought I would get as many reviews as I did! I honestly didn't think it was that good, just something to satisfy my urge. I'm so happy you guys like it! I'll try to update my chapters as soon as possible but I don't know exactly how long it will take me. I'm a full-time babysitter and I have a four month old son who is very demanding of my attention. The only time I have on the computer is when the kids go down for a nap during the day and after my son goes to sleep at night(who's now sleeping through the night. *thanks whatever gods are out there*) So I'll do my best to get my chapters up quickly.

Aron: Yeah, I've read Earning a Name and I'm very into it. It's probably one of my favorites. I haven't read the other but I'll check it out. Thanks for recommending it. If you come across any others that are good let me know. Like you, I'm always ready for a new Master/Slave fic.

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Thanks to everyone who read the first chapter! Review and give me your opinion on chapter 2! Also, I'm in need of a beta. Anyone know where I can find one?

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Title: Yes, My Lord
Rating: N17
Reviews of all nature welcome
Disclaimer: I don't own them. That privilege belongs to J.K. Rowling

*Chapter 2*

Harry Potter opened his heavy eyes and stretched his arms over his head, snuggling further into the warm blankets. This bed was probably the most comfortable bed he’d ever slept on. That he was even given this bed, let alone the room, still boggled his mind. He sighed, sat up and reached for his glasses. Slipping them on, he looked around the spacious chamber, for what seemed like the millionth time, trying to find some sort of clue as to why he was here and not in a cold dungeon.

When Voldemort had apparated himself and Harry here, to Riddle Manor, Harry just knew that he would be tortured and eventually killed. He had even braced himself for the onslaught of pain when Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry and murmured a spell under his breath. Instead a feeling of emptiness settled in his gut, like a hole had formed but oddly enough still felt full, just untouchable. Whatever it was, seemed just out of his reach. Before Harry had a chance to figure out what had happened a tingly feeling swept over his body. He gasped, instantly realizing that his glamour was fading. He had tried to put it back up but it hadn’t worked. It was at that moment he had realized what the spell had been. Voldemort had bound his magic! He was utterly defenseless. Panic immediately set in and his mind went a million different ways at once trying to find a way out of this mess.

He never noticed the way Voldemort stilled. Nor did he notice the feral grin that spread over his face. In fact he had completely forgotten that the person he was thinking up ways to outsmart was even in the room with him. That is, until white hot pain erupted on his forehead and he found himself looking up at the face of his enemy, who happened to be running a finger down Harry’s cheek.

With a voice that almost hummed, Voldemort said, “A glamour Harry? What a surprise, this is.”

The Dark Lord chuckled and grasped his prisoners chin tightly. “It should be a crime to hide such beauty.” The hand on his chin tightened even more and the eyes piercing his own seemed to glow. “No matter, you have given me a wonderful idea, my dear Harry.”

And now here he was, lounging in a bed overflowing with pillows and blankets made of the softest silk. The first week of his captivity he been very taxing. He jumped at every creak or groan the old manor made and had slept restlessly, his mind never giving him a break from the endless possibilities for the comfort he had been given.

He had cried for Dumbledore until he had no tears left. He had thought about Ron, Hermione and his other loved ones, wondering about there fates. If they were being treated the same as himself, if they were alive or not, and so on. Then one morning, after staying up the entire night, he decided to just give in and make the best of a bad situation. If Voldemort decided he was to die then he would part this world with his chin held high. If it was decided that he would live, no matter what the situation, he would simply be thankful he was alive.

Every day he would follow the same routine. Get up, eat, bathe, nap, eat, read one of the few books he had been granted, eat, and lounge until he became tired, then sleep. As of yet, he hadn't seen anyone, other than the house elf that came to deliver meals and collect any dirty laundry he may have. He hated that damn elf with a passion. It was always grumbling and giving Harry nasty glares, that oddly reminded him of Kreacher. Harry had asked the elf at one point if they were related and had received a rather vicious look and more grumbling. After that Harry only spoke to him if he needed something.

Sighing once more, Harry pulled himself from the bed and padded softly to the washroom. Nightmares still plagued him and he often woke up in the morning sweaty and unable to remember what the dream had been about. This was one of those mornings.

He turned on the taps and cupped the cool water in his hands, brought it to his face and rubbed away the dried sweat. Not bothering to wipe away the water dripping down his face, he stood and looked into the mirror. It was bloody embarrassing. He hated Voldemort even more for revealing his secret but was thankful that he had been the only one to see it.

Harry had been using a glamour since his second year at Hogwarts to hide the fact that, while he did have his fathers coloring, he had his mothers petite frame and features. After his first year, his 12 year old mind concluded that if he was to ever get a girlfriend, he would have to look more manly. After all, the other boys in his year had shot up nicely, so why hadn’t he? Not that it helped any, though. Oh, girls had noticed him and through the years he’d been on a few dates but those dates always ended the same way. An affectionate hug and a kiss on the cheek. Never any farther than that. He never could find the right girl. He highly doubted that there was a right girl for him. But nonetheless, he kept the glamour up. In all reality, he was terrified that if anyone saw the real Harry Potter they would laugh him to the ground. It was a silly fear to hang onto at his age. At twenty-four he shouldn’t care what people thought of him.

Harry’s embarrassment quickly turned to anger. It wasn’t fair! This was not how it supposed to be! He wasn’t supposed to be locked in this bloody room, no matter how nice it was! He was supposed to be celebrating his victory over the Dark Lord and finally doing the things that he wanted to do with his life. Finally have the time for a bit of fun.

He wanted to hit someone.

Hard.

Harry’s fists clenched and unclenched. Just as he was about to use the mirror to satisfy his urge, he heard the door to his bedroom opening. It was probably that horrible elf bringing his breakfast. A smile lit up his features. He wondered what kind of punishment he would receive for taking his anger out on it.

It didn’t matter. He needed some release and he was going to use the elf to get it.

He turned and quickly made his way to the bedroom but stopped at the doorway of the washroom. His face paled. This was no house elf. Standing just inside his room, with his head turned away from Harry, was none other than Draco Malfoy. Shit. Shit. Shit! Harry couldn’t let Draco see him! If anybody laughed at his appearance, this man surely would.

He snapped himself into action as the blonde head started to turn his way. He backed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Locking it, he leaned his forehead against the hard wood and silently prayed for the other man to go away.

No such luck. The doorknob rattled and a growl drifted through to Harry. “Potter, open the damn door!”

Harry shook his head and replied, “No, go away!”

A sigh. “Potter this is pointless. Your only making it harder on yourself. Open the door. If you force me do it myself you’ll only succeed in pissing me off.” His tone sounded bored as he spoke through the door.

Harry said nothing and for a moment everything was quite. As the silence continued he relaxed a bit with the thought that maybe Malfoy had left.

Harry had no time to react as the door swung open with a force that sent him against the wall. Just as the back of his head collided with the wall, the door connected with his forehead, sending him, once again, into the wall.

He groaned and clutched his head with both hands, willing the dizziness from the impact away. It slowly faded and left him with a dull throb. He could feel eyes boring into him and knew that Malfoy stood directly in front of him. Harry kept his own eyes closed as he waited for the laughter to begin.

It never came.

After many tense moments he slowly and nervously looked up into the shocked eyes of the man who had delivered him to the Dark Lord.