The Right Choice

A/N just doing the second chapter and I am not sure if this can really be counted as an edit as it is more of a complete rewrite. Wow, I was bad back then!


Harry's emotions had gone into a state of flux, from anger at his current state, to sorrow at the death of his dear friend and mentor just a few hours ago, to a pure screaming rage at everything and everyone. Now he was just numb, numb from so many things. He couldn't even cry, there were no more tears to be shed, just an empty hollow which settled around his gut to match the empty hole that used to have his heart. His mind drifted to three years ago, before the take over at the ministry and the Battle of Hogwarts, when the war was just getting started in ernest. There had always been things to argue about, that was part of the thrill, the passion that each of them excited in each other was mesmerising. They could go from screaming matches, which must have reached several decibels, to equally loud sex which made the very walls of Hogwarts shake. There was one argument that they could never get past though, good and evil, darkness and light and the shades of grey Draco insisted existed.

It was always about survival and power to the blonde, he couldn't see the light magic winning and so he would follow the dark and would try and convince Harry at every step to come with him, promising him everything he had ever wanted, family, home, love, everything. He couldn't do it though, couldn't leave all those he loved to the hell that he knew would come from dark triumphing. Of course, Draco had had answers for that as well and so they had continued, on and on until eventually it was too much and they had parted ways, with a rather spectacular fight where more than heated words were thrown. They had never spoken again and now here he was, alone in a room which would soon become his tomb, and there was Draco, the boy toy to an evil dictator.

Everyone else was dead. The Weasley's had been picked off one by one, Percy at the ministry, Ginny when Hogwarts fell and Ron… Ron six months ago on a failed raid. The final Weasley, Charlie, had died only a few hours ago, in the final battle, his final battle at least, he hoped that other would fight on without him. So many had died this day, ones who had held out through everything, McGonagle, Sirius, Remus, all gone. Hermione hadn't lasted longer than Ron, she didn't really want to go on, she had pretty much self destructed but she had taken many down with her, Harry thought proudly. Even Snape had disappeared, no one had seen him in over a year, on either side of the war. He was presumed dead but, as Ron used to say, you could never tell with that sneaky bastard. All he had left were memories, memories of Ron and the others, to keep him going as he awaited the jaded justice of his ex-lover. He hoped Draco would take his revenge quickly because he didn't think he could take it, as much as he wanted to hate him he just couldn't. The ache in his heart deepened, love could hurt more than any curse or hex.

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Draco lay in his master's bed, having long since exhausted his possessiveness, now his role was to warm the bed for the cold reptilian skin of his lord. He spent most nights awake in this place, wishing for sleep just to dull the ache in his lower regions but not tonight, tonight he wanted to lay awake to think about Harry. There had always been a regret for the way thing had ended but there had not been anyway around it, he knew how things were going to end for the world, the dark had too much power, both magical and political, and the light were far too intent on playing fair, and the only thing to do was accept and try to keep as much of your life as you could. He had explained it so many times to Harry, screamed until he was blue in the face, told him how he couldn't live without him, how if he didn't come with him he and all his friends would die. And die they had and now here he was, scrambling to save the only thing that had ever been good for him in his life.

The worst part of all this was how futile and useless it all was. The pedigree on the light side was actually very good, especially amongst Harry's friends and family. Black was an old pureblood, so along with the Weasley's he would be welcomed into the new world and the werewolves now had independence so Lupin would probably be better off. And even Granger could have a place in this world with the amount of power she had at her disposal. Not to mention all those who had followed his banner, fought alongside him because they thought he could win, because they believed in him alone. All any of them had had to do was just accept and conform and everything would have been fine. Draco could feel the anger welling up inside his gut, he wanted to find Harry and rant and rave as he had done at school, tell him how stupid he was, how ignorant and blind, how beautiful…

Draco's shoulders relaxed. He was so beautiful, so pure, everything could have been so perfect. The Dark Lord would have been so happy at having Harry with him he wouldn't have minded the quiet life Draco had planned for them. They would have lived in one of the family's smaller mansions, a little more isolated from the world, where they could while away the hours just being in love, a couple of children with beautiful green eyes running around, keeping them on their toes, just happiness and the family they had both always wanted. And then late at night when the children were tucked up in bed he would lead Harry back to their room and make the sweetest love to him each and every night. Instead here he was, aching and sweaty, trying to force his body to not reel back from the cold, hard body beside him.

Although his position was loathsome it was a good one for those who wanted to increase their influence but it was a delicate. He had charge of The Dark Lord's hareem, his own personal whore house, as well as being with him at every meeting, encase he got bored, and warming his bed each night. It took a great tactician to manipulate this position for power and if there was one thing Draco understood it was tactics. He had filled the hareem with mediocre boys from the slave markets, beautiful and young but unskilled and nervous. They looked the part but at the same time their inadequacies highlighted his own skills, he knew he was relatively old than his master's usual picks but he made up for it by being beautiful and accommodating, he flattered and seduced his way through, living by his wits. When he sat at his master's heel he did nothing but listened and so he was now privy to everything his master was and a hell of a lot more besides, as people had a tendency to talk around him as he was looked upon as a pretty toy, and he used it to his advantage, gaining the trust of his master whilst at the same time gaining his ear.

He had managed to temper The Dark Lord's ire a number of times, subtly suggesting policies and changes, hidden within flattery, more suited to his own will and desire. The Dark Lord's court rose and fell at his whim and he was rewarded for it. Many were alive now due to his subtle suggestions and covert intelligence, giving his master a reason for their continued existence, something they could do for him, as long as they kept their heads down they could be safe. It didn't always work, he had taken a number of beatings for being too forceful but that seemed to on increase his master's desire for him, he liked Draco's wilful nature and enjoyed beating it out of him knowing he would never break like some of his weaker choices.

That was what Harry could never understand. He would always rush in, wand blazing, without thinking things through. Sometimes you had be underhanded in order to truly win and now he had to use his powers of persuasion again for Harry, find some way for him to enter this world, preferably at his side, that would be to his master's advantage. His brain went into overdrive as he formulated a plan, one that could be his own saviour as well as Harry's. A hesitant smile turned up the corners of his mouth as he worked out the finer points of his plan. It was dangerous and he might have a sacrifice dearly but it was ultimately worth the gain, it had to be. He turned over to sleep, he had to look his best for the morning.


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Draco awoke the next morning to a chill running down his spine, he could feel his master's cold fingers running down the length of his back.

"Are you awake yet, my beauty?" the hiss of his voice was close to Draco's ear.

"Yes, master. What do you wish of me?"

"Just lie still, my pet." He felt the press of The Dark Lord's erection firmly against his butt cheek and the unyielding fingers trace down his crack. He braced himself as two of them entered him at once, only allowing himself a small gasp as a third was added in quick succession. His Lord was in a good mood as a lubrication spell had been used, that meant, although he was no required to participate, he was meant to enjoy this. The fingers were removed quickly and Draco let out a small groan to show his displeasure at being empty. "No need to worry, pet, you will be filled again soon" there was a chuckle from behind him as his master's solid rod of flesh was pressed against his hole. Draco took a quick gasp of breath as he was pushed into, quickly. He let out the obligatory moan of pleasure as he felt Voldemort's bony pelvis press against his cheeks. The chuckle was heard again as he pulled his hips backwards quickly and slammed back into place. Draco gasped again as he hole was plundered continually from behind, he quickly started to visualise what he needed to create his own hard-on and his cock rose gracefully to attention, luckily his master was no attentive to Draco's arousal before the fact but he did notice afterwards if there was not the tale tale signs that his concubine had not enjoyed the experience. Draco's moans became louder as the motion behind him became a stabbing plunge into him, hitting his prostate intermittently and causing pleasure to corse down his spine, he kept his mental image in place and as long as he could piece the two parts together he could keep himself controlled. The thrusts were becoming more frenzied now as his master's breaths became short. Draco touched his master's hips and leaned his head back, reminding The Dark Lord of his presence. "Touch yourself, pet, let me see." Draco's hand wrapped around his cock and he tugged roughly at it, tightening his inner muscles to simulate an impending orgasm and throwing his head back and moaning loudly. "There's my good boy, now I shall fill you up." his hair was grabbed roughly and his back was pushed away to allow for better leverage. The pounding became more hurried as Draco flexed his muscles again and finally he felt the last powerful thrust and his hole was filled. Draco sped up his own movements and came very quickly after his master.

His master withdrew quickly, opening the dam to allow his sticky sperm to flow down Draco's leg. He got out of bed and wrapped a robe around his naked body.

"You are distracted this morning, my sweet." There was small moment of panic before Draco sat up and hung his head down low to simulate shame. He hadn't planned on acting quickly but when the opportunity presented itself it was foolish to ignore it.

"I am sorry, My Lord." The Dark Lord turned to him and held out his hand. Draco crawled over and kissed his fingers.

"And what, prey tell, was so distracting?" He forced Draco's chin upwards, his penetrating stare seemed to dig deep into Draco's thoughts.

"Harry Potter, My Lord." The Dark Lord's face could not hide his slight amusement.

"Really and why should something so insignificant fill your thoughts?"

"I was thinking how best to use his capture to your advantage, My Lord. I am ashamed of my actions last night, I thought only of my selfish desires for vengeance when my only thoughts should have been for you, master." Voldemort smiled slightly, pleased with his answer.

"You are correct, my sweet, but I do enjoy watching you scheme and you always do better when you have a vested interest." He let go of Draco's face and allowed his face to bow once again.

"You are too generous, My Lord."

"Well what diabolical scheme have you thought up for our pretty little captive?"

"I was thinking about what Potter is to the world and how best to use that to your advantage. If you were to kill him there would be those who looked upon him as a martyr and he has a great ability of convincing people to follow him. If you were to use him to announce your breeding initiative and convince him to take part it would bring some of your more moderate subjects back to fold. It is well known that his blood contains impurities and it would be seen that you are giving a place in the new world to those who are equally impure but at the same time he has great power which his offspring would inherit." Voldemort looked down on his naked slave on his knees on the bed, thinking on this plan. He laughed under his breath

"You always do have the most elegant plans but this time you have forgotten a rather important piece of the puzzle. I doubt I could convince him to father a child for me, being as he is not inclined towards the fairer sex." The Dark Lord sat back down upon the bed and pulled his slave into his embrace. Draco levered himself up on one elbow to look down at his master, looking slightly shocked. "I like to know everything about my enemies and that particular piece was not difficult to come by." Draco lay back down into the crook of Voldemort's arm and appeared to think for a moment and then continued speaking.

"There is a way we could get past that, My Master."

"Oh, and what might that be?"

"Ever since you asked me about the lost potions of the traitor Snape I have been trying to piece them back together from his notes in the library to please you. Although I have been unsuccessful in completing any one potion I do feel I am close to finding the formula for some of his work, including the male pregnancy potion."

"Really, my sweet, and why is this the first I am hearing of this?" a cold hand reached for the back of his neck and squeezed painfully.

"I wanted it to be a surprise for you, My Master, I hadn't yet completed the potion and without testing it I did not yet know if it would work. I did want to disappoint you if I could not complete it for you, Master." Voldemort let up his death grip on the back of Draco's neck and started rubbing it softly

"How very self preserving of you." A cold smile crept across his face. "how close do you think you are to perfecting the formula?"

"Close, My Lord. I just need to test it on a live subject, but I have yet to procure one."

"And how, my sweet, do you intend to convince him to do it?"

"I actually think that the ability to have his own children would be enough to persuade him, and of course that his little rebellion has been crushed by you, My Lord. I know that when we attended Hogwarts together he wanted nothing more than a family and a quiet life. If you offer him that I think all it will take is a little enticement and he should come to you willingly." Voldemort gave a full belly laugh, almost knocking Draco from his shoulder.

"Oh my sweetness, you have got this all planned out, haven't you?! And who, prey tell, most esteemed schemer, would you choose to impregnate the illustrious Mr Potter?" Draco stayed silent for a moment, thinking."

"If he is to be a member of the breeding plan his mate would, of course, be chosen by yourself, My Lord, but I think that it would need to be someone he knew, could desire and that he thought would be a good father, I don't think that Potter would agree if he didn't believe it would be a proper family, but a the same time that would need to control him and ensure that the children were raised correctly. Blood purity, of course, goes without saying."

"Very well, my sweet, I will think on who his mate shall be. As you have already thought on this so much you will go to him today and begin convincing him of the merits of your scheme. You have convinced me so Mr Potter should not be too much of a challenge. I will procure you a test subject for you experiments."

"I thank you for you faith, My Lord. I will not displease you."

"No, you will not" the hand was was rubbing his neck moved lower to cup his backside. "and now that you are longer distracted you can not disappoint me again." Draco rolled over, towards The Dark Lord. He looked up to him and gave his best devilish smile.

"Of Course, My Master." his head was pushed down, slowly.



A/N: I am not sure about the paragraph lengths in this chapter but I couldn't seem to break them down any more. Suppose that is the problem with writing sort of stream of consciousness. If anyone has too much trouble reading please let me know and I will try again.