Harry's Pet

Harry’s Pet III – Property (part one)

Thanks to Kim and TQA for the bang up beta job

A/N this is the third and final part of the story, which was written for LJ group Thematic_hp Round IIII - Slavery. It was only meant to be two parts and about 8,000 words long. The plot bunnies attacked though and it is now an 17,000 word three part epic!! I hope you enjoy reading it and thanks for all the reviews ~ L

For all those that were reading this earlier the chapter was too long to be displayed in full even though it seemed to de so in the author's panel so please continue on to the next but after this!!

When Draco woke he was pinned to the bed, not chained, not restrained but pinned by the unconscious weight of Harry. His Master was asleep; he looked like one of those muggle men that Draco had read about once, when he was younger, when he’d wanted to read about things that flew. What were they called ‘parachutists?’ That was it. There was one bit of this mad Muggle adventurousness that Draco found interesting, it was called freefall. The pictures in a book that his mother had smuggled to him about those parachutists, Muggle men, who without the aid of a broom had leapt from those flying plane thingies - had fascinated him. He had thought they were mad those men, but maybe they were just brave, or just seeking some sort of weird thrill, who knew?

Harry looked like a picture he remembered of one of the parachutists. He looked like he was in freefall, arms akimbo, legs spread too. It was Harry all over he decided, leaping first, never checking, trusting that things would be okay, just as if he were in freefall, that was Harry in life, wasn’t it? That was Harry all over indeed.

Part of Harry was draped over Draco and that is why he was pinned, because Harry was hugging him. Even in his sleep, he had a tight hold and would not let go.

Draco wondered what was going to happen to him now. He felt drained, exhausted from the night before and not just physically either. Oh sure he ached a bit from his long confinement, he had spent most of yesterday hog-tied in that cage after all, and his arse was still sore. But he knew that he had undergone a huge emotional upheaval too. He had, completely and without reservation, given himself to Harry Potter, forever. He should feel unsettled by this, worried, but he did not. It felt right, it felt like the only thing that he could have done, and he wondered if it was going to be the last choice he ever made. Would he spend the rest of his days chained naked at Harry’s feet, or in the cage? He had no way of knowing what Harry had in store for him; he just had to trust in Harry, but what if he had been wrong?

Draco felt shaky about a lot of things that he had thought to be true in the past, he’d been wrong far too often hadn’t he? Wrong about Voldemort offering him a glorious future, wrong about killing Dumbledore when he should have turned to him and he had been wrong about manipulating Harry and thinking he could win.

Harry had said last night that he did not want to destroy Draco, that he had wanted him to submit willingly, but he hadn’t really had he? All those weeks ago, when he had first been brought here, he hadn’t wanted to belong to anyone, but now, now, he shuddered a little in the cool room. He couldn’t imagine not being with Harry, he had had no choice but to submit, because he thought he was already a little bit broken and had been for the longest time. Since long before he had come to Harry. It was only here, only with Harry, that Draco felt even the slightest bit safe anymore. Harry had killed Voldemort, Harry could keep Draco safe, and more aroused and more satiated than he had ever been in his life. But it wasn’t just the sex was it? Not for Draco anyway.

When Harry tied him up and lay back and looked at him, with hunger, with want. Draco felt needed. When Harry devoured his body with his tongue and his mouth, Draco felt desired and when he held him, like he did now, closely, possessively Draco felt wanted and he had never felt wanted before, not really.

His mother was a socialite, who showered him with gifts and then went on long lunches and endless rounds of visiting. His father found him a disappointment. But Harry looked at him like he was an angel, treasured him as if he was worth more than could be measured and he was going to make the choices from now on, which meant that Draco couldn’t get it wrong again.

But right now he needed to pee; he didn’t know what he should do. He wriggled a bit, trying to overcome the need that was getting more insistent every minute. He wriggled again.

“Whasmatter Pet?” Harry mumbled, face squashed into the mattress, he was not very audible.

“I need the loo, Master.” Draco said, expecting Harry to take care of his problem with a wave of his hand. But to his surprise his Master just removed his arm and said

“Well hurry up Poppet, I need to fuck you.”

When he got back, Harry was fully awake. He had propped himself up on one elbow again, a favourite position of his and watched Draco emerge from the bathroom. He had a rather feral smile on his face.

Draco expected to be grabbed, to be pounded into the mattress, chained, and restrained. But in the end Harry made love to him. Tender, gentle love. He whispered promises in Draco’s ears, each in turn of what he was going to do to him later, tonight, tomorrow. How he would chain him, how he would tie him up, what he would make him feel. But now, right now he made love. He looked deep into Draco’s eyes as he came inside him. He gently placed kisses down Draco’s legs and onto his belly and with a couple of gentle strokes to his pet’s swollen cock Draco came too just seconds later.

They lay intertwined for a little longer and then Harry sat up, “Come on Pet,” he said, briskly, “Time to get going, we have a lot to do today.”

For a moment Draco’s stomach clenched. But he forced himself to relax. ‘Trust him,’ he said to himself, ‘you must trust him’.

“Hurry up Pet,” Harry said, “We both need to shower,”

Less than fifteen minutes, later they were ready. Of course, Draco didn’t need to shave anymore, not since Harry had had all his body hair removed, not that he had ever had much anyway, being so blonde, He didn’t mind though, he did love his smooth bare skin, and he especially loved it when Harry ran his strong firm hands all over it.

He shivered with desire, and Harry glanced at him. “I think we need to talk Pet,” he said, Draco froze, “It’s okay,” Harry moved over to him and put his arms around Draco’s waist. “You see you’re mine now, in a way that you weren’t before. So things will change. If you do not occlude then I will stay out of your thoughts, your mind, it is your space now: this I promise you Draco. I’ll still play with you, whenever I can, you are mine, remember, always mine. But you are too bright, too able to be locked away.

So I have made some arrangements for you, I hope you like them. But if you do not….” Fleetingly, Harry looked uncertain, a little lost. He looked away for a moment and chewed on his full lower lip with straight white teeth. But then his resolve seemed to be stiffened, and he turned back. “If you do not like what I have done, my surprise, you must say so. I will not punish you for that. Do you understand?”

The green eyes looked deep into his own, seeking something, Draco was unsure what. Understanding? Approval?

He was astonished. He wasn’t just going to be locked away? That’s what had happened in the past few weeks, he had been lonely, isolated, bored. With nothing and no one but Harry, he had thought that this was his future, that this would be all that he had, or ever could have. But now that he had submitted things were about to change? Harry was giving him something about which he had to make a choice? Draco was not sure that he liked this development, it felt strange, and left him uneasy.

He had spent the past few weeks as nothing but a plaything, and he had come to accept it, heck he had liked it, loved it. Loved the sex the passion, the games. But this? Harry had moved the Quidditch Hoops again and Draco felt like the rules of the game had changed.

“Those are your clothes,” Harry continued, gesturing towards a large cupboard that Draco had been singularly uninterested in, up until now at least. Harry released him from his embrace, smiling. It took him only moments to get dressed whilst Draco stood and stared at row upon row of neatly hung, neatly folded, neatly displayed clothing.

“Don’t be too long, Pet, I’ll see you downstairs for breakfast.” With that Harry was gone. But Draco couldn’t hurry that much, he reached out a hand and touched the clothes, his clothes. How he looked, what he wore had always been of huge importance to him; that was one of the reasons he had tried to manipulate Harry into buying him some clothes. But it seemed that he had these waiting for him, waiting for him to be honest, waiting for him to submit to his domination all along.

There was every item of clothing that Draco could have wished for, and had done many times during those three years when he was on the run, dress trousers, casual trousers, shirts, t-shirts, even muggle jeans! Draco had always wanted a pair of those, but had not been allowed to have them; he liked the way they hugged the wearer’s arse. He put them on, them as well as a simple black t-shirt and a pair of the multitude of neatly aligned trainers for his feet

He ignored the more formal clothes for now; if he was going to be dressed then Harry probably wouldn’t be using the peg stool. He surely wouldn’t want Draco to take his trousers down? So Draco thought he would probably be kneeling to eat, and jeans would be better for that.

They did feel strange though! After several weeks without clothing even wearing something as casual as this felt restrictive, confining. He surprised himself by hoping that he still got to spend plenty of time naked.

Deciding that he had spent enough time with his new garments for now, and taking one last look at his strangely changed image in the full length mirror that hung inside the door of the wardrobe, Draco went downstairs for breakfast.

When he went into the dining room though, he had another surprise; there were two places set, two plates, two sets of cutlery, two chairs. Draco wondered who was joining them; he hoped he wouldn’t feel too embarrassed kneeling in front of a stranger. He hoped it was Granger or Weasley. They had seen him in just about every state of undress and every position apart from being spread and fucked. At least this time he had clothes on.

But Harry was looking at him, with that familiar hunger in his eyes. He licked his lips and Draco felt his jeans tighten around the crotch area. He adored being desired by Harry.

Harry stood up and walked over to the empty chair, he pulled it out and looked over and Draco again. “Come and sit Pet,” he said.

So Draco did, he ate breakfast with Harry, like he had dreamed of doing all those weeks ago. He fed himself, he chose what he wanted to eat and drink and he chatted with Harry about nothing very much.

Then when breakfast was over Harry took his hand and led him downstairs to a door. It was solid. Heavy wood, with thick metal hinges and for a moment Draco felt like panicking. What if this was a dungeon and he had just had a last meal with Harry; and he was never coming out again? What if he was going to be chained here forever and left alone. His breathing started to quicken. He had felt safe these last few weeks with Harry, but what if Harry was sending him away?

The strong arms of his Master encircled him, and he was held close. “Sshh Pet,” he whispered, “It’ll be okay. This is for you my darling, just for you.” Harry kissed him then and gently pushed him towards the door. And then with one of his most feral grins, “I will see you at five. Do not be late!”

Draco pushed open the door and entered. Once inside he could not believe his eyes. It was a potions lab. A beautiful sunny room, shelved from floor to ceiling along one wall and well stocked with shining glass jars full of ingredients. Another wall was made of glass and opened out into a glorious garden, filled with herbs and all kinds of useful potions plants.

Draco just stared. He could just walk out of those doors and disappear, couldn’t he? There would be nothing whatsoever to stop him, except of course the fact that Harry had promised that he would hunt him down. But nevertheless, it would cost him time and effort, to do that. Draco felt warmed by the fact that Harry trusted him and astonished by the fact that he had given him all this.

“So you like it then Draco?” Draco nearly jumped out of his skin, so surprised so astonished was he.

“PPProfessor Snape?”

His ex-tutor smiled at him, smoothly. “I stocked it, the lab, I designed it with all necessary benches and worktops, plenty of cauldrons, chopping boards, a library. It has everything that you could possibly need in a lab, it has been created just for you. It is truly the best. Potter just gave me the money and the room and let me get on with it; Longbottom designed the garden. I think that Potter has been creating this place for you for months, long before he acquired you.

Draco just stared. He didn’t know what he could possibly say about any of this.

“Potter, thinks you might want to take your Masters degree in Potions. You are good enough you know, you could do it. It will take about four years training and you will need to write a number of research papers but he has employed me to support you, to teach you. If you so desire you can even complete your NEWTS before embarking on the degree.”

Draco’s legs felt like they could not hold him up anymore, they were shaking. He sat himself down on one of the stools that were dotted about the place and stared around at the gleaming surfaces. The room was beautiful, simply beautiful and it was his.
Harry had given him a future

Whilst Professor Snape talked about what the lab contained and what he would need to do about taking NEWTS, going on to further study, Draco wandered around the room, just touching things. He stroked the worktops, which were made of gleaming steel; he caressed the wooden and marble chopping boards. Later he sat in the garden, with the sun on his face, smelt the thyme, the honeysuckle and the wild roses and just thought.

He had given up on a future when his father had been killed. The majority of his family’s fortune had been confiscated and he had been a criminal on the run. He did not really mind that his mother had left the country because he had been the one to suggest it. She was a beautiful woman, and she had created a future for herself, but no man would want a woman with a grown up criminal son in tow.

The last three years had been a nightmare for Draco. He who had once had so much had become reliant on others for every thing. Draco was under no illusions what Harry wanted from in return for such riches apparently so freely offered. He wanted him. He wanted Draco’s love, his affection, his submission. But then Draco stopped at that thought

Harry already had that didn’t he? Draco had laid no conditions on his capitulation yesterday, had not been in a position to do so. So perhaps this was different? Harry had waited until after he had made the decision before showing him this. Perhaps this was just for him, to make him happy.

He felt a lump in his throat; tears pricked the corners of his eyes. Harry may want to own him, but he obviously wanted more too. He wanted Draco to be content, comfortable, fulfilled and that was more than anyone had wanted for him in a very long time.