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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
9,497
Reviews:
11
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2
Hermione blinked. Then blinked again. Her brows knitted together and a look of the utmost consternation stole over her face.
Harry was sure her head was either going to explode or she was going to drop a load in her drawers.
“You-you asked for, him?” she asked incredulously. “What does that mean?”
Harry shot her a look; “Exactly as it sounds, I am now in possession of my very own Draco!” Harry said, cheerfully kicking the still moaning Pureblood.
“You can’t own a person Harry, that’s barbaric!”
“That’s Pureblood Society for you. Draco agreed to uphold The Ethics, just before returning to School in fact, and he knew the consequences before we even fought. He agreed to my terms.”
“Which were?”
“We’d go three rounds, and the winner would be decided by the majority. In the event of a tie, we’d start over until a winner was declared. Any shielding or protection spell was allowed, and in case of loss of unconsciousness, the Winner was obligated to take care of the loser until things could be explained.” Harry said, smirking and kicking Draco again.
“Three rounds of what Harry?” Hermione asked. Harry’s answer was cut off by the arrival of Ron, Dean and Seamus.
“Bloody hell mate!” Ron exclaimed, seeing the bloody Malfoy curled up on the floor. “What’d you do to him?”
So Harry explained again about the Pureblood Code of Ethics and his challenge to Malfoy. But once again, before he could explain exactly what the duel was, the compartment door opened. In pranced Blaise Zabini, who delivered a hard kick to Draco’s ribs, before spitting on him and leaving.
Everyone but Harry and Draco were confused as to why Draco’s best friend would do such a thing. Fifteen minutes later, Pansy came in, kicked Draco, spit on him and then left.
This was repeated by all of the Slytherin’s, and by the time the last one, a first year, had come and gone, they were pulling into Platform 9 3/4.
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Everyone was shocked to see a bruised and bloody Draco Malfoy trailing behind Harry Potter carrying both of their trunks, his tongue probing his split lip, but none more so than the Senior Malfoy’s.
The normally stoic Narcissa Malfoy gasped audibly and rushed towards her son, but before she could even touch him, she was gently repelled by a force field. Her cold grey eyes snapped to a smugly smirking Harry Potter and fury filled them.
“What have you done to him!” she cried.
“I did nothing. Your son agreed to the terms of our duel, and he lost.” Harry said. Lucius joined his wife and eyed his son.
“Just what were the terms?” he asked crisply.
“That the Loser would become the sole property of the Winner. Mind. Body. Magic.” Harry hissed. Draco hung his head further as his parents gasped and took a step away from him.
“Draco, why would you agree to such terms!” Narcissa snapped. Draco looked at Harry, who nodded, giving him permission to speak. Seeing this made the Malfoy’s frown.
“I thought I could win, that I could deliver Potter to The Dark Lord and bring honour to the family name.” Draco said lowly. Lucius tensed, a look of pure anguish creeping over his normally cold face.
“You foolish boy.” he said with gentle sadness. “We do not truly serve that monster.” Draco’s head snapped up and he fixed his shocked eyes on his parents.
“What? Why didn’t you tell me!”
“We needed you to believe that we served him in order to keep up the illusion. You are a very bad liar, my dragon.” Narcissa said. Draco’s face crumpled at this news and he hung his head once again.
“Mother, Father, I sincerely apologize. I have acted rashly, and must therefore pay the price. I am sorry that my actions have cost you an heir.” Draco said, voice flat.
“Christ alive, were you always this melodramatic?” Harry asked, breaking the somber air. “Did you even read the damn Pureblood Code of Ethics before you signed it?”
Draco shook his head in the negative, causing Harry to swear under his breath before he turned his ire on Lucius.
“And why didn’t you explain them to him or at least make sur he had read the damn thing? You’re lucky he hasn’t fucked up this badly before.” Harry scolded the older couple. They looked momentarily ashamed at their lapse, before the remembered that this was a teenager dressing them down.
“In any case, Draco, the Code of Ethics prohibit any action, barring death, that will cause the end of a Pureblood line. I couldn’t have cut your balls off.” Harry said. Draco’s mount dropped open in his shock.
“What are your intentions for my son?” Lucius asked.
“I own him, so I’ll do as I damn well please.” Harry said, winking at the taller man. “I wont publically humiliate him, much.”
“Your mercy knows no bounds.” Lucius said tightly, the hand around his cane tensed.
“One wrong move, Lucius, and you’ll be dueling your son.” Harry hissed, seeing the man contemplate cursing him. “You know that the magic forces him to protect me with his very life if I should so wish. It seems that your pureblood has sullied your memory. Bid your parents farewell Draco, then join me at the barrier.” Harry left him then, taking his own trunk.
He was accosted by Mrs Weasley, who tried to suffocate him in her ample bosom, but he fended her off without being obvious, a feat that did not go unnoticed by Hermione.
“So Harry, you never did explain what type of duel you beat Malfoy in.” she said.
“I didn’t? Could have sworn I did.” Harry said, inching towards the barrier. She put her hands on her hips and scowled.
“Harry James Potter!” she screeched, gaining the attention of several people around her. “You tell me this instant!”
Harry frowned at her, and fixed his emerald green eyes on her firmly. “Hermione, you are my friend, not my mother, I don’t have to explain myself or my actions to you.”
“Harry, I’m only curious-”
“Curiosity killed the cat. Sometimes it’s better to let things go Hermione. Maybe you’d have a lot more friends if you didn’t mother everyone around you and obsess over things like an obnoxious know-it-all.” Harry snapped. Hermione’s mouth dropped open as she stood there stunned.
Draco slouched over to Harry and gently took his trunk, head down. Eyeing Hermione’s face once more Harry turned to leave, calling over his shoulder as he slipped through into the Muggle world;
“I Rochambo’d him, Hermione!” and then he was gone.
Harry was sure her head was either going to explode or she was going to drop a load in her drawers.
“You-you asked for, him?” she asked incredulously. “What does that mean?”
Harry shot her a look; “Exactly as it sounds, I am now in possession of my very own Draco!” Harry said, cheerfully kicking the still moaning Pureblood.
“You can’t own a person Harry, that’s barbaric!”
“That’s Pureblood Society for you. Draco agreed to uphold The Ethics, just before returning to School in fact, and he knew the consequences before we even fought. He agreed to my terms.”
“Which were?”
“We’d go three rounds, and the winner would be decided by the majority. In the event of a tie, we’d start over until a winner was declared. Any shielding or protection spell was allowed, and in case of loss of unconsciousness, the Winner was obligated to take care of the loser until things could be explained.” Harry said, smirking and kicking Draco again.
“Three rounds of what Harry?” Hermione asked. Harry’s answer was cut off by the arrival of Ron, Dean and Seamus.
“Bloody hell mate!” Ron exclaimed, seeing the bloody Malfoy curled up on the floor. “What’d you do to him?”
So Harry explained again about the Pureblood Code of Ethics and his challenge to Malfoy. But once again, before he could explain exactly what the duel was, the compartment door opened. In pranced Blaise Zabini, who delivered a hard kick to Draco’s ribs, before spitting on him and leaving.
Everyone but Harry and Draco were confused as to why Draco’s best friend would do such a thing. Fifteen minutes later, Pansy came in, kicked Draco, spit on him and then left.
This was repeated by all of the Slytherin’s, and by the time the last one, a first year, had come and gone, they were pulling into Platform 9 3/4.
______________________________________________________________________________
Everyone was shocked to see a bruised and bloody Draco Malfoy trailing behind Harry Potter carrying both of their trunks, his tongue probing his split lip, but none more so than the Senior Malfoy’s.
The normally stoic Narcissa Malfoy gasped audibly and rushed towards her son, but before she could even touch him, she was gently repelled by a force field. Her cold grey eyes snapped to a smugly smirking Harry Potter and fury filled them.
“What have you done to him!” she cried.
“I did nothing. Your son agreed to the terms of our duel, and he lost.” Harry said. Lucius joined his wife and eyed his son.
“Just what were the terms?” he asked crisply.
“That the Loser would become the sole property of the Winner. Mind. Body. Magic.” Harry hissed. Draco hung his head further as his parents gasped and took a step away from him.
“Draco, why would you agree to such terms!” Narcissa snapped. Draco looked at Harry, who nodded, giving him permission to speak. Seeing this made the Malfoy’s frown.
“I thought I could win, that I could deliver Potter to The Dark Lord and bring honour to the family name.” Draco said lowly. Lucius tensed, a look of pure anguish creeping over his normally cold face.
“You foolish boy.” he said with gentle sadness. “We do not truly serve that monster.” Draco’s head snapped up and he fixed his shocked eyes on his parents.
“What? Why didn’t you tell me!”
“We needed you to believe that we served him in order to keep up the illusion. You are a very bad liar, my dragon.” Narcissa said. Draco’s face crumpled at this news and he hung his head once again.
“Mother, Father, I sincerely apologize. I have acted rashly, and must therefore pay the price. I am sorry that my actions have cost you an heir.” Draco said, voice flat.
“Christ alive, were you always this melodramatic?” Harry asked, breaking the somber air. “Did you even read the damn Pureblood Code of Ethics before you signed it?”
Draco shook his head in the negative, causing Harry to swear under his breath before he turned his ire on Lucius.
“And why didn’t you explain them to him or at least make sur he had read the damn thing? You’re lucky he hasn’t fucked up this badly before.” Harry scolded the older couple. They looked momentarily ashamed at their lapse, before the remembered that this was a teenager dressing them down.
“In any case, Draco, the Code of Ethics prohibit any action, barring death, that will cause the end of a Pureblood line. I couldn’t have cut your balls off.” Harry said. Draco’s mount dropped open in his shock.
“What are your intentions for my son?” Lucius asked.
“I own him, so I’ll do as I damn well please.” Harry said, winking at the taller man. “I wont publically humiliate him, much.”
“Your mercy knows no bounds.” Lucius said tightly, the hand around his cane tensed.
“One wrong move, Lucius, and you’ll be dueling your son.” Harry hissed, seeing the man contemplate cursing him. “You know that the magic forces him to protect me with his very life if I should so wish. It seems that your pureblood has sullied your memory. Bid your parents farewell Draco, then join me at the barrier.” Harry left him then, taking his own trunk.
He was accosted by Mrs Weasley, who tried to suffocate him in her ample bosom, but he fended her off without being obvious, a feat that did not go unnoticed by Hermione.
“So Harry, you never did explain what type of duel you beat Malfoy in.” she said.
“I didn’t? Could have sworn I did.” Harry said, inching towards the barrier. She put her hands on her hips and scowled.
“Harry James Potter!” she screeched, gaining the attention of several people around her. “You tell me this instant!”
Harry frowned at her, and fixed his emerald green eyes on her firmly. “Hermione, you are my friend, not my mother, I don’t have to explain myself or my actions to you.”
“Harry, I’m only curious-”
“Curiosity killed the cat. Sometimes it’s better to let things go Hermione. Maybe you’d have a lot more friends if you didn’t mother everyone around you and obsess over things like an obnoxious know-it-all.” Harry snapped. Hermione’s mouth dropped open as she stood there stunned.
Draco slouched over to Harry and gently took his trunk, head down. Eyeing Hermione’s face once more Harry turned to leave, calling over his shoulder as he slipped through into the Muggle world;
“I Rochambo’d him, Hermione!” and then he was gone.