The Chosen Four

A/N: The problem with writing fics is that I see the middle and most of the end...I don't see the beginning so I apologize right here and now if this seems stitled or slow. It should flow alot better once I reach the bunny that bit me, i.e. the middle of the fic.

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ShibuNoNeko: Thank you for the review and the blonde/blond actually does help, thank you. Tsubasa is a manga by CLAMP about four (or five) characters (Syaoran, Sakura, Fai, Kurogane, and Mokona) who take a journey between various worlds to hunt down Sakura's memories which are in the form of feathers. Throughout the manga, CLAMP brings in characters from their other mangas. I'm only on manga 8 but so far I've found they haven't run into themselves while world-hopping but have run into other versions of people they knew. That started a plot bunny that formed this story. The actually plot bunny will appear in later chapters.

Celestialuna, Maybe, thanks for the reviews! As promised, here is Chapter Two!

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Chapter Two:

Two Months before the start of Chapter One....

Slytherin Castle:

Draco Ambrose Malfoy sneered as he skirted by Nott pleasuring himself in front of the newly captured Priestess Nymphadora Tonks. Inwardly he cringed, sympathy in his eyes only for a spilt second. It would not do to reveal his true alleigence yet. Reaching the throne room, Draco raised an eyebrow as he saw his father ignore his mother yet again. He knew full well the *only* reason Lucius stayed with Narcissa was because of him. He had yet to tell his father he could care less about Narcissa. She never wanted him anyway, having spent most of her time sucking up to the Slytherin king, seemingly forgetting the fact that he was solely for his consort.

Rolling his eyes at his mother's denseness, Draco approached his godfather and uncle Severus Snape and leaned against the wall. Severus was the only who approached both Draco and Lucius for induction into the underground rebels led by a Gryffindor citizen that no one quite knows. Draco immediately signed on, not wanting to live in a place where sin and stupidity ran rampant. Lucius took a while to convince, mainly because he did not want Narcissa to suspect anything. He finally joined two weeks ago and, unbeknowst to the King, had been spying on him and his consort both.

"It is tonight," murmured Severus lowly as he stirred the potion before him. As High Mage Severus had near unlimited power, surpassed only by a Priestess, rare as they are. No one is quite sure of the origin of the four kingdoms or how these ranks came about but Draco knew it severely annoyed Narcissa who craved power as one would crave sex or chocolate. Narcissa had no rank beyond being Lucius's wife. "We will make the attempt tonight."

"And if we don't succeed?" asked Draco lowly, eyes narrowing as Tom suddenly stood up, erection jutting forth proudly as he approached the Priestess. It was obvious what he had planned and Draco had already leapt into action when he felt Severus's hand clamp down on his am. Looking up, Draco growled silently at the look in his uncle's eyes, knowing full well that attacking Tom now would only get them all killed with no hope of rescue.

"Tonight," purred Tom as he stroked one finger down the Priestess's chest between her breasts. "Tonight you will be mine."

"Any lore I need to know about?" muttered Draco, more to himself than anyone.

"She's going to lose her powers," said Lucius walking up behind them. Severus and Draco looked at him, understanding dawning scant seconds later.

"Her Goddess is going to punish her for something beyond her control?" asked Draco shocked. At least the Slytherin god didn't hold actions against them if they had no hand in it.

"Yes," said Lucius simply. "Priestess Nymphadora belongs to the goddess of purity and sanctity. She requires her priestesses to be virginal...and chaste. Nymphadora will lose her powers tonight and we will be unable to stop it."

"Unless we go ahead with the plan now," said Severus lowly.

"Won't work," said Draco wth a growl. "Look." He gestured to where Tom was stalking his lover, a feral look in his eyes. His lover's own blue eyes lit up with undisguised glee and lust and he sat in the throne naked, legs spread to show his entrance for Tom only. Draco turned away as Tom knelt before his lover, not wanting to see such an act displayed before all.

"Tonight," muttered Severus before he and Lucius disappeared. Draco followed a scant second later, reappearing himself in his personal rooms. Warding and locking the door with a drop of his blood, Draco collapsed on his bed and shoved a long of his silver-white hair behind his ear and closed his eyes, arm thrown over his face hiding his eyes. He never noticed the male stalk over to the bed from the bathroom but he felt the bed dip. His eyes flew open and relaxed as they recognized his sometimes lover Blaise Zabini. Both knew it was a friends with benefits type of relationship as Blaise had his sights set on a Gryffindor and had for at least three or four years now. While not an impossible relationship, it was improbable with Tom as Slytherin king. That, and no one knew who the new Gryffindor King was, for that info never left the boundaries of Gryffindor kingdom.

"The plan is for tonight?" asked Blaise concerned as he flopped down beside Draco.

"Hopefully," said Draco as he rolled over and ontop of Blaise. Blaise just raised an eyebrow before pulling Draco's robe off, revealing his toned and naked body. Draco groaned before yelping as Blaise rolled them over, inadvertantly shoving his elbow in Draco's stomach.

"Sorry," murmured Blaise before kissing him softly, apologetically. Draco groaned at the light touch and arched up into Blaise, his burgeoning arousal brushing against Blaise's. Both froze as the touch sent their nerves flying before Blaise growled and scooted down Draco's body, mouth latching upon a nipple. Draco mewled and arched up into his lover, hands flying to Blaise's head and holding him in place. Blaise ignored it and bit down softly before laving it with his tongue, replacing the sting of his bite with soothing licks. Draco bucked up into Blaise, soft mewls escaping his throat. Blaise just chuckled lowly before switching to the other nipple, biting down slightly harder.

"By the-Blaise!" groaned Draco, hands slamming down into the mattress and clutching at the sheets, head and back arched back, sweat gleaming in the daylight that flooded the room. His cock was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, the slight pain from Blaise's nips highlighting his pleasure. He then shrieked as Blaise suddenly swallowed him, his cock surrounded by heat and wetness. Draco's hips jerked up automatically and Blaise slammed his arm across Draco's hips, holding him still. Draco whimpered, hands flying up to grab the headboard, not noticing Blaise's devilish gleam in his eyes before crying out a soft protest as he suddenly found his wrists bound to the headboard. "Blaise!"

"Not today you don't," said Blaise calmly and Draco glowered at him, his own erection ignored for now. "It's my turn to play Draco."

"Bastard!" snarled Draco. Blaise just chuckled as he reached down between Draco's leg and brushed his finger across Draco's entrance. Draco moaned, eyes fluttering shut as his hips jerked up of their own accord again. He jerked again as two fingers brushed across his entrance, this time slippery with lubricant that Blaise seemingly pulled from nowhere. He groaned as the fingers entered him slowly and arched his hips up, getting them deeper. Blaise groaned at the tightness, imagining the same tightness around his cock and his control snapped. In one move Blaise slid to his knees between Draco's legs and slammed inside him, ignoring the pained shriek that reverberated throughout the room. It was if someone else was controlling him, to the point where he didn't care if he hurt Draco as long as he got off.

Draco gasped as pain slammed through his system, washing the pleasure free. He whimpered as each in-thrust sent a fresh burst of pain through his system. Blaise had ignored hs attempts to get him to stop and even his verbal warnings hadn't been enough. Reaching deep inside for that spark of magic, Draco pulled and between heartbeats reappeared ontop of Severus's couch, landing hard on his back and ass. He yelped as fresh pain reverberated through his system, alerting his father and his uncle to his arrival. Lucius and Severus all but ran in and skid to a halt as they spied him.

"Draco, who?" asked Lucius as he knelt beside his son, unconsciously using his magic to try and heal him.

"Lucius stop!" barked Severus seeing the unconscious attempt. Lucius never got any formal training as a Healer and could possibly do more harm than good. Reaching for his potions, Severus returned to the couch and knelt by his godson's side. "Drink Dray," he ordered and Draco obediantly drank, the potions immediately working by the dull flush encompassing Draco's body.

"When did you become a Healer?" snapped Lucius, silver-gray eyes narrowed at Severus.

"I had three years training before my Trainer realized I was a High Mage," snapped Severus back. Draco grinned sleepily as the potions worked and he fell asleep, safe with his father and uncle.

***
Draco jerked out of his memories as he spied Ravenclaw Castle in the distant. It never did him any good to remember the past and now he was the slave of a very rich noble. The three bodyguards told him that much. Glancing forward at the man, Harry he believed it was, who bought both him and Severus, Draco's eyes narrowed. He saw the undiguised lust in Harry's eyes when they first landed on Severus although he didn't understand why there would also be rage and sympathy in those eyes. These were Ravenclaw folk weren't they? The Ravenclaw peasants and nobility, including the king Cornelias Fudge and his adoptive daughters Hermione Granger and Cho Chang, all used slaves. If Draco remembered right, only the kingdoms of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff abolished slavery. It made for an interesting history lesson considering Gryffindor was located between the kingdoms of Slytherin and Ravenclaw while Hufflepuff with it's two islands were located on the other side of Ravenclaw.

Shaking his head minutely to let his loose thoughts lay still, Draco turned his attention back to his new 'owner' and Severus. Harry had one arm securely around Severus's waist, his other hand holding onto the reins of the horse. Severus's hands are listlessly holding the horse's saddlehorn and Draco's eyes narrowed more. The spell that Tom placed on Severus had him locked in his own mind, unable to alert anyone to hs plight. Draco alone knew...but Draco couldn't talk because Tom also placed a spell on him. He couldn't even *write* what was wrong, the spell prevented it. The only person able to take the spells off would be a Priestess and the only one left was in Tom's hands. Sighing at his misfortune, Draco turned his attention to the man holding him. In any other circumstances, Draco would've been trying to get this man in his bed but now? Now he'd probably be raped as soon as they arrived at their destination, wherever that was.

Rolling his eyes at his thoughts, Draco glanced down at the horse's saddlehorn his hands were wrapped around. Harry called the man he's with Ron.

"You okay?" asked Ron, his voice low and deep. Draco suppressed the shudders Ron's voice caused and nodded, a short, sharp movement. He ignored the soft sigh that Ron gave and instead continued looking at the saddlehorn. It's worn but greatly taken care off, that much was obvious. The tailoring looked like it came from the Gryffindor kingdom, their leatherworkers were unparalled amongst the four kingdoms. Moving his hand off the saddlehorn, Draco gently stroked the leather, marveling at it's softness. Tom never allowed Gryffindor leather inside Slytherin boundaries, claiming Slytherin leather was far superior. It never stopped Severus and his father from importing it though.

Ron's arm suddenly tightened around his waist and his hands flew back to the saddlehorn, fright in his eyes. The conditioning of the caravan owner was so imbedded in his mind it would be awhile for it broke, if at all.

"Ron?" asked Harry and Draco dared to look up to see Harry's left arm around around Severus's waist tightly, reins in his hand while his right hand was placed on his sword hilt. Glancing at the other two bodyguards, Draco was stunned to see their hands on their sword hilts. Would all four hurt him for just *touching* the leather saddle?!

A scream from the forest startled Draco and Severus both and they cringed in the saddles as Harry, Ron, Dean, and Seamus pulled their swords from their sheaths as bandits surrounded the six of them.

"Stay on Cannon!" snarled Ron in Draco's ear before he dismounted, Dean and Thomas doing the same while Harry stayed in his saddle, his emerald green eyes narrowed in rage. Out of sheer luck Draco was able to move Cannon over to Harry and Severus. Relief flooded Harry's eyes for a spilt second before he transferred Severus into Draco's arms.

"Stay by me," ordered Harry. He knew full well they couldn't take off anyway. Cannon was a trained warhorse and wouldn't leave Ron behind.

"Well well boys, what do we have here?" purred the bandit leader. "Four Ravenclaw morons and two slaves."

"Which you will get over our cold, dead bodies," snarled Harry. "Identify yourself!"

"I am Michael," purred the bandit leader. "And I think I'll make you *my* slave."

"In your dreams," growled Ron, Dean, and Seamus as one, automatically standing in front of Harry and Gallant. Cannon suddenly reared, shrieking a challenge and Draco scrabbled to hang on and keep Severus from falling. Magic erupted around the two of them suddenly and Draco relaxed, recognizing Severus's unconscious and automatic spells. They only activated if Severus was in danger and no one, not even a Priestess, could take them off.

"So there's a Mage in the group," purred a bandit and Draco cringed. Slaves that were Mages were doubly prized, especially if they were broken. He would kill the both of them before he let the bandits get ahold of him.

"Attack!" bellowed the bandit leader and the battle began in earnest. Draco watched, protected against any attacks due to Severus's spells, as Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Harry easily held the ten or so bandits at bay. Metal shrieked and scrapped against each other as swords clashed into other swords and shields and metal armor. His attention mainly stayed on Ron, eyes wide as Ron easily took on three of the bandits at once, dodging one attack to hit one bandit and then using that same bandit to take out both. It was an intricate dance of power and strength that had Draco nearly salivating as he watched. He always, always got turned on by displays of strength and Ron had that and in spades. He squirmed in the saddle, his erection barely hidden by his baggy pants. He then yelped as Cannon charged into battle, using hooves to knock bandits out of his way to get to Ron.

Cannon shrieked a warning and launched himself at the bandit in Ron's blind spot, slamming into that bandit with all of his weight. Draco yelped and held on tightly, hands clutching the saddlehorn and eyes shut. There was absolutely no way he could control Cannon and he wondered how in Salazar's name Ron could.

In what only took minutes but seemed like hours, Harry, Ron, Seamus, and Dean have killed all of the bandits and Ron stalked over to Cannon and pulled on the reins that Draco let go, not knowing Ron spied Draco's erection and frowned to himself before he led Cannon over to Gallant and helped Harry place Severus back in front of him. Ron then grabbed Cannon's saddlehorn and swung into the saddle, his robe covering Draco and warding off the chill growing in the night air.

"Let's try and make the castle before nightfall," said Harry glancing at the slowly setting sun. "I do not want to explain our tardiness to Fudge."

"Of course," said Ron and Draco opened his eyes. He still hasn't heard the other two bodyguards speak and wondered if they were mute. He's also still got a raging hardon and sitting in front of Ron wasn't helping. He could smell Ron's musk, intensified by the fight and he was biting down his responses, trying to get rid of his erection before Ron noticed. He couldn't, and didn't want to, explain that one.

"So you got hard?" purred Ron in Draco's ear and his eyes widened. They were at the very end of the line and would go unnoticed until Ron said something to Harry or the other two bodyguards. Draco then groaned lowly as Ron's hand found it's way inside his pants and surrounded his arousal. This was so not fair. "I wonder who it was for?" Ron mused as he began to stroke Draco.

You, Draco thought to himself before gasping as Ron's fingers trailed over his balls and back up. He clutched at the saddlehorn, not even thinking of shoving Ron's hands away. He was still in the grasp of his conditioning and that ruled him now.

"Was it Seamus?" asked Ron lowly, an unidentifiable note in his tone and Draco shook his head. It never crossed his mind to lie. "Dean?" was asked as Ron flicked a nail into Draco's slit and he whimpered, head falling back onto Ron's shoulder, eyes shut. Pleasure was swamping his nerves and he hadn't felt anything *near* this since just before he last slept with Blaise. He especially didn't feel anything once sold into slavery, for the masters cared more about their pleasure than his. "Well?" asked Ron pulling Draco back into the here and now. Vaguely remembering the question, Draco shook his head no and he stared as Ron pulled his hand out of his pants and grabbed him by the waist. What did he do wrong? He blinked and groaned in slight protest as he was turned around in the saddle, back resting against the saddlehorn, legs slung over Ron's and butt resting against Ron's own erection. He whimpered at that, training taking over again as he opened his mouth to make a retort, forgetting for a moment he couldn't speak. As Ron took ahold of his erection again, Draco forgot everything, including the fact they were in full view of Harry and the entourage so they decide to turn around and look.

"Was it me?" asked Ron and Draco nodded, damning himself to his fate and he shrieked silently as pleasure swamped his nerves, Ron having somehow bent over enough to take him into his mouth. Draco whimpered, body taut with pleasure as Ron licked, nipped, and sucked him closer to the edge. His hands scrabbled until they grabbed ahold of Ron's thighs, hips rocking up into Ron's mouth and back down onto his erection. Ron moaned softly at that and Draco lost it, his climax flooding Ron's mouth with his seed and he collapsed, limp, self-loathing beginning to rise at how easy he allowed Ron this. It all froze as Ron gently kissed him, breaking it before it could deepen.

"I shouldn't have allowed this to happen," whispered Ron, causing Draco's self-doubts and loathing to rise again, but Ron's next words froze it all. "You're *Harry's* until we return home." He looked Draco in his eyes. "I don't regret it but you had no say." Draco stared at Ron. Ron's worried because *Draco* couldn't say no?! His mind overloaded, it shut down and Draco collapsed unconscious in Ron's arms, not hearing Ron's frantic calls to him or his yell to Harry, Dean, and Seamus.

~TBC~

A/N: Well damn, it's actually flowing somewhat.