The Beauty of Power

Wow, I wasn’t expecting to get as many reviews as I did. Thank you all! I really do enjoy getting reviews. Be they friendly or not. The set up for the rest of the story, now that we have a bit of background and contact between the two, is going to be Harry POV, then Draco POV, then third person again; hopefully. I’ll probably be switching it up as I go along but that’s the set up of this chapter. The POVs are going to be for the same length of time so that we get both perspectives then it’s going to third- in this chapter, anyways. Thanks again for the reviews! Please leave some more!

~Dracos Pet


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So. There I was. Just face to face, alone, with probably the most gorgeous man I’d ever see in my life. And what did I go and do? Yeah, that’s right. I gaped at the man like a fish out of water. How’s that for a first impression? Just give me gills and let me flop away from him so he doesn’t have to deal with my stupidity. For some reason, my head started feeling light and yet heavy. Oh, right, I’d forgotten how to breathe. How did that go again? Oh, yes. My head felt instantly better.

He asked a question hadn’t he? Oh. Name. What was my name? Bob? George? Bart? Shit. OH YEAH! Harry! That was it!

“M-my name? Oh, it’s… um… H-harry, sir.”

Oh great. Fantastic. Way to make yourself remembered. And I had even tried to sound smart too. There went that plan. Now what’s going to happen? Do I ask him for his name even though I already know it? What do I do in this situation? Little did I know at the time that I was shaking pretty bad, and my face was a lovely shade of burgundy. Even better. I took another breath and glanced out of the carriage, only to keep the fish at bay because he’d just flop around again if I looked at the blonde across from me. Then it hit me.

Prince Draco Malfoy didn’t approve of owning slaves.

So then why had he bought me? Did he buy me for his father? Or a cousin? Oh god, maybe he just wants see what happens when you lock one in the dungeon for three days, no food or water, then toss them out on the roof for another three days in the baking sun then toss them into the mote to see if six days of no food, water, or rest would affect ones swimming ability but couldn’t execute that experiment because his father kept tabs on all his own slaves! Nonononononononono that could not be the reason he bought me.

But…

No! That’s definitely not the reason. There must be another. There was the whole bidding war that had gone on between him and that… really… creepy guy in the cloak. There was no way one would bid that high on a person just to kill them seven days later. Another breath. Man, I don’t think I’ve ever been so tired from thinking too much in my life. Did he speak again? Or was that my imagination? Great. Insanity on top of mental retardation. Way to go Harry. I forced myself to look at him and chopped the head of the fish off so he wouldn’t just flop out.

“Why are you afraid?”

Oh his velvety voice is enough to sway even the strongest and most feared warrior. Oh geez. I needed to get myself under control. I’d been able resist attractive men before. But I had my Uncle to scare the shit out of me then. Now, it was just me and him… And my suspicions that the prince before me had bought me for sick and twisted things- Though they were highly unlikely. I mean, come on. What would you think in this situation? Thought so… Oh right, the second question.

To this one, I decided to stay quiet and shake my head. Not wanting to make a fool of myself any further.


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Draco

I waited. That’s all I could do. I didn’t want to think about what I had just done. I. Bought. A. Slave. Ugh, I hated that word. Slave. I’d rather think of the word sludgepit more than slave. It bothered me. It tasted bad in my mouth even. So I refused to speak that one word. I kept my gaze on the boy in front of me. He looked to be at least 5 years younger than me, if not more. I had no idea of knowing until I got the answers from the boy himself.

I almost chuckled at how this boy was acting- It was like he’d never been treated properly in his life. Though, the dark thought struck me that my assumption was probably true. That disturbed me even more than the word slave. I ran a hand through my hair and looked to where the boy was looking, a little startled when he suddenly answered my question.

A soft smile spread across my lips. Harry. I liked it. It wasn’t anything extravagant. I liked that. Simple. A huge contrast to the boys looks though. Once you got passed the fact that he was most likely malnourished and far too small for his- assumed- age, he was absolutely gorgeous. If I had not been raised how I had been, my breath would have hitched and I’d probably match the colour of the boy I was staring at in my peripherals.

I didn’t really like the fact that it was so quiet and tense in the carriage, but I didn’t want to press the boy farther than he needed to be. Not that he needed to be. Oh no. That would be very rude and wrong of me. I wouldn’t mind if he was pressing me for answers, about anything really. I’d love to answer every question of my… Ward! That’s the word I’m going to use. Ward. Sounds much more civil and accurate than slave or property. I would be caring for him. Not the other way around.

The boy looked like he was having a panic attack and I wished so desperately that I knew what he was thinking so I could quell his fears. All I could do was bite my lip and wait a little before inquiring about it.

“Why are you afraid?”

Maybe this’ll get him to calm down. It’s not like I was going to experiment on him or anything.


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Third Person

Harry just about had an aneurism when he saw how big the castle was. His hands pressed to the window and his breathing shallow. He’d had no idea that a building could be so big and vast. The Malfoy Castle had to be at least a mile long, high, and wide! Course, harry never had been good with measurements- Or estimates for that matter. So in reality the castle was only slightly bigger than Versailles in France. Harry sucked in a breath and looked at Draco again, deciding to answer the question anyways.

“I just… I’ve never been so far away from home before and I’m not sure I’m… I don’t know. It’s all so different and I don’t know what to expect. I mean, the castle is huge! It’s like its own country even. How do you not get lost in there? There must be thousands of corridors and rooms.” He breathed in awe, looking back and forth between Draco and the castle that was still growing bigger the closer they got.

Draco chuckled and looked at Harry in amusement.

“It’s not as big as you think it is Harry,” the aforementioned boy sucked in a breath when he heard his name on that sweet honey voice, “It only has one hundred rooms and about sixty corridors. Not including the kitchens, dining halls, or studies. Or the corridors that connect them. Or even the secret passageways.” Draco said with a smile.

The door to the carriage opened and Draco pulled his hood up again- Though this time he handed a cloak to Harry. He didn’t think that the boy liked running around in rags. That was something that Draco intended to fix. One would think that, by what Draco kept thinking, that The Prince had gone and bought a pet of sorts: an exotic pet at that. Harry took the cloak and put it one, albeit awkwardly considering he’d never worn one properly before. He bit his lip and followed the young prince into the castle, keeping close so he didn’t get lost in the process.

“This place is even bigger on the inside! How do you do it?” he whispered softly, looking at Draco in awe.

Draco smiled again and shook his head. “It’s easy once you get used to it. Here, your chambers. Through that door are mine. SO if you need anything, just knock. I need to speak with my father so change and prepare for dinner. The bath is through there for you.” He said with another gracious smile before he swept to his room to change.

Harry was, yet again, the fish. The room was almost too much, it had to be the size of the house he’d lived in for almost all of his life. He nearly fainted when he saw the wardrobe, which was probably too large and wasn’t exactly made for him. Or was it? The blonde prince had been at his Uncles house early this morning… He grabbed a random article of clothing and padded over to the bath, suddenly aware of just how dirty he was before he stripped and climbed into the water.


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~Dracos Pet