Blood Bonds and Servitude

Blood Bonds and Servitude, pt 3


title: Blood Bonds and Servitude   (3/?)
author: Chibimono Akuno
email: chibimono@msn.com
category: Smutty slash!!! Romance, angst...
pairing: Draco/Harry, (male)Blaise/Hermione
spoilers: SS/SP, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
rating: R for now...
warnings: ur... SLASH, slavery, references to child abuse, violence,
foul language, light bondage, torture 
disclaimers: These chtersters are not mine. They belong to the
wonderful goddess J.K. Rowling and all other companies that own them. I
bow before you and beg for your forgiveness of using these characters.
I only wish to entertain, not make money.
A/N: I think I may be developing a following... If you are a fan, raise
your hand! YAY! Then come along with me and Harry as we melt for
Malfoy... *puddling* A big hugglesnugglehuggle to my new beta Todd!
This was a complete mess until he came along and bled out the evil... A
quick little thanks to my buddy Ashkah for
reintroducing me to the word chided. Kthx *bling bling*  


Blood Bonds and Servitude
chapter 3
by Chibimono Akuno


Lucius Malfoy was not happy. Not taking his eyes off the gorgeous
emerald ones before him, Draco could still tell with his peripheral
vision. There was a pink tinge to his father's aristocratic cheekbones.

Oh yes, Lord Malfoy was not happy at all... And Draco was revelling in
it.

"Draco, if you please, send your slave out," his father sniffed
arrogantly. "I must speak with you in private now."

Those green eyes were impossibly large and those soft lips parted just
perfectly in surprise. Harry's chest was rising and falling quickly
under the thin tunic, the tunic Draco desperately wanted to rip off...

"Harry," he whispered again, as he had done only moments before. The
other young man's lower lip trembled slightly. "Wait for me outside the
door... This will only take a moment."

Like suddenly stepping out of a daze, Harry blinked a few times, long,
black lashes brushing against his cheeks. He gave a barely noticeable
shiver and Draco could only tell that he did because his hand was
still intertwined with Harry's.

A smile crept upon Draco's face. "You have to let go, Harry," he
chided, squeezing his hand slightly. The raven-haired boy suddenly
looked confused, and then embarrassed as he realized he was gripping
Draco's hand right back. A flush shot up into his face and quickly let
go.

"I-I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice a whispered rasp. "I'll just,
er... wait outside for you, then," he said, the nervousness completely
uncovered. With an awkward turn, Harry dutifully walked out of the
study. Draco smiled even wider.

As soon as the door clicked shut, the young blonde was pulled out of
his revelry. "What is the meaning of this!?" His father demanded. "You
know how dangerous he has been known to be! I will not allow him in
this house!"

With a derisive snort, Draco rolled his grey eyes. "'Dangerous he has
been', yes. But he is without his wand now. He cannot do a single thing
to harm me, anyways. The Bond will not allow it."

"My Dragon, I worry for your safety!" his father growled. "How do you
know he will not lead you into some sort of trap if you were to leave
the Manor and go to Diagon Alley together? He is the enemy, Draco. He
is the one that killed Lord Voldemort! He should be punished! You know
he was leading the Revolution from Hogwarts!"

The heir turned a mischievous grin on his father. "I know his weakness.
Did you not just see how he was nearly a puddle on the floor? I will
break him easily."

"I will not have you consorting with slave boys! You are betrothed to
the Parkinson's daughter!" Lucius was fuming. Draco would have laughed
at the useless angry lecture and the easy way with which he was fooling
his
father but that would only slow it down with unnecessary bickering. He
wanted to make this as short as possible. Harry was waiting for him...

"You were so easy about allowing me to have him before? Why are you
turning back now? Besides, he is only a plaything, Father," Draco
grinned deviously. "And you act as if I don't know how to play with my
toys. I know what I must do with him. I have everything under control.
He will have punishment for his past wrong doings to the Malfoy name."

Lord Malfoy was not appeased. "I do noust ust him to be in this house!
What if he were to contact the Revolution?"

"Who will get to him here?" the younger blond said, turning in a circle
and gesturing with his arms out stretched to mean the Manor. "No one!
This place is safer than the Ministry since you have taken it over, by
at least threefold! No one is stupid enough to chance stepping onto
the grounds! You have no need to worry about Harry. He is my slave,
Father, and I will see to him as I wish."

With that having been said, Draco turned in a flurry of black robes and
slammed the door on his way out.

~~~~~

As the door clicked shut behind him, Harry leaned against the wall
beside it and took a deep breath. Oh, he was still trembling. What was
coming over him? Malfoy was his enemy! Now was not the time to be a
puddle of uselessness! Besides, Harry was not interested in men! No,
not at all! He was not going to give into Malfoy and his seductive
ways. Nope, not going to...

/Harry... Wait for me outside the door... This will only take a
moment.../

Oh, gods! He *was* a puddle!

Harry braced himself against the wall and slid down it to sit. Maybe it
was just a side effect of the bonding...? He could fight it and when he
found a way to get rid of the bond from his system, he would not feel
like this anymore. And oh, how he did not want to feel like this! His
chest
hurt just looking at the blonde young man, his veins on fire with
pulsing rushes of blood, his breaths not coming fast enough. Dizzy,
dizzy, dizzy... And so confused! What was he thinking? He did not even
know! Oh, Merlin...

Seven years of
Bite-Me-Potty-You-Scar-Headed-Parentless-Goody-Goody-Gryffindumbarse...
And then nothing for two years. Until this Malfoy in a gentle sheep's
clothing comes out of nowhere to rescue him and talk sweetly? Harry was
getting a headache; his scar beginning to hurt.

He had hidden his face in his hands and did not notice as a woman
walked down the stairway over the wall across from him. She was
standing right in front of him when she finally spoke. "Harry, dear?
You are Harry, aren't you?"

The young man's head shot up immediately. He did not recognize the
voice, but he realized why, as he had never really spoken with Narcissa
Malfoy before. He leapt to his feet. "Y-yes, maam," he stuttered.

She smiled and it warmed Harry from the inside. "Draco was all aflutter
this morning. I do not think I have seen him so excited since the first
day he left for Hogwarts. All he could talk about at breakfast was
bringing you home." Very gently, she raised a hand to slowly run it
through Harry's dark hair and then down to cup his cheek. "My, aren't
you a handsome one?" she said softly. "No wonder Draco has been so
entranced over you for so long..."

Fire rushed into Harry's cheeks, and he found himself swallowing hard.
"I'm s-sorry?"

The woman only smiled sweetly and took Harry's hand. "Come with me,
Harry. Let us talk."

"But Mal- er, Dra- um, Master Draco!" the dark-haired young man
stammered. "He told me to wait here..."

With a worried look at the door, Narcissa paused a moment. "They may be
a while," she said, turning to Harry with a serious face. "Draco will
not mind if you come with me. It is Lucius you should be weary of
following."

At that, green eyes widened.

When Malfoy's mother had finally persuaded Harry that Draco would know
where to look for them, he followed behind her up the stairs and
through the halls. He did not even bother to memorize where he was
going as he was sure he would never remember unless he had his glasses.
They entered a large room that was flooded with afternoon sunlight.
Wide windows, stretching from the ceiling to the floor, sported green
velvet curtains tied back with black satin bows. The walls in this room
were painted a creamy white and were covered with tapestries of
dazzling designs. Under Harry's feet lay a black carpet so thick and
soft, he was sure it had once been some sort of animal. Where
they found a big enough animal to cover the whole floor, he would never
know. Fireplaces were inset into the walls at either side of the room.
In front of each
was an overstuffed, Slytherin-green leather sofa. In the very centre of
the room was a mahogany table, with six mahogany chairs upholstered
with creamy white fabric.

Closing the door behind them, Mrs. Malfoy walked to the sofa on
her left. She sat down properly and used her wand to light one of the
empty
fireplaces. With a wave of her pale hand, she beckoned Harry to her. He
obeyed, coming to stand next to her. "Harry, dear," she said
sweetly. "You may take a seat beside me. I will not bite you."

Very gingerly, Harry took a seat at the other end of the sofa, sitting
on the edge to give him the chance to bolt if need be.

"There are things in this house that you must know," she said quietly.
"The only place that you are able to speak freely is in Draco's
chambers. There are no portraits in these rooms. The wizards and
witches in the paintings tell Lucius everything. Be very careful what
you say around them. This is for your sake, as well as Draco's."

 Harry blinked confusedly, shaking his head. "I don't understand."

"You will soon enough," she smiled. "I know you will help my Draco.
It's been difficult for him these past months, but we both know you
will help him lead the Revolution."


~ to be continued ~