Silver Eyes

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

N0w then lets find out a bit more about our Draco.
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Draco lay awake while Sarah slept in his arms; she talked softly in her sleep about her day, about her hopes for the dream future she had with her and Draco. He knew it would never be for he didn’t love the woman. She was only a thing to him, something that fed him, clothed him, nothing that he cared about. So many would think hi cold for his thoughts but he no longer cared. No one had been through what he had, the way’s he had. He remembered every detail of how Draco Malfoy died, and how Draco Flame had been born.

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((Flash Back))

Draco had just left his apartment, a letter to his son in hand with his address, phone number and all his news about his muggle job and new life, he had locked his wand into gringotts three days ago and was giving life a shot.. He was starting to become happy again, the divorce papers for him and his wife had finalized yesterday, his son was happy in school, or so the last letter sent to the manor had said. His life was falling into place in a way that made Draco happy. He turned towards the post office and herd some one call his name, as he turned his world went black. Draco never even felt the pain of the bat hitting him.

Draco awoke with a splitting headache, he had no idea where he was but when voices filled the edges of his mind he focused on them one at a time gathering information. The soft whispers spoke of masters, cages, feeding times, and how each member came to be within these walls. It did not take him long to put those clues together, he knew he was in a slave market and from the fact his abilities had not been sealed a muggle slave market. Any other time he would have been amused by this and any other time he would have had his wand. Without it there was little he could do, Draco had been trained to use his magic only though the wand and no other way.

The blond sat up slowly surprised that he was still wearing his black jeans, boots, and think silky top. The coat however had vanished; much to his annoyance, for the cell floor was cold. He took his time taking in the room while his head complained with sharper pains. At each end of the room was a single doorway with from what he could see was a small hall. Inside the room seven cells lined the two walls, both male and females two to a cell except his own.


He was alone in his cell and after another more searching look he found out why. Draco was the best looking person in the room, and the best dressed, now it was true that a few of the girls would do well had they cleaned up and put on a dash of makeup. Grumbling under his breath he slid all of his fingers through his hair combing the mess back very glad to find to blood in his hair. Apparently the blow had not broken skin and for that he was grateful, the last thing he needed was a scare to remember this event in his life. Hearing footsteps in the distance he leaned back against the cool stone wall lowering his head so his hair hid his face. Draco knew better then to let some one else know everything about what was around them.


He herd the light chatter and the opening of his cell. His name wasn’t spoken but firm meaty hands grabbed his arms dragging him up from the floor. Thin yet strong fingers gripped his hair jerking up his head, he fluttered his eyes open slowly as if he was just waking.

“So you’re the pretty little number they brought in, a bit old… but still a fine one that’s for sure. You’ll do well enough.”

The hand let go and Draco let his head drop as if the weight was to much for him.

“Take him out for the crowds to look upon, they will like the look of him well enough, but lets see how much he’ll earn.”

Draco let them drag him form the cell, He allowed them to think he was week, to week to move, he would be able to use that to his advantage. The two guards dragged Draco through the door to the right of his cell, he had been right about the hall but it was a short one and he soon herd the sounds of a crowd talking. He was surprised by the amount of muggles in the room and even more surprised by how well they were all dressed. He was distracted by the people and cursed himself for it when he felt the ice cold shackles clamp around his wrists. As information about him began to be called out over half the room turned and soon the whole room did, they began to bid quickly and soon Draco was himself surprised at how high the bidding war was becoming.


After a war that lasted a good ten minutes Draco was sold to a dark haired woman in her late fifties, he guessed she died her hair. He had no idea what the woman would want with a man his age but as he was pulled down form the small stage he soon found out as she pawed over his body touching parts of him his own icy wife had never even seen. He thought to protest and silenced his mouth when another slave was punched quite hard in the mouth for speaking out of turn. He cursed again in the back of his mind as a thin metal collar was closed around his neck and a chain attached.

He could not stop the soft growl, the woman looked at him pulling out a small blade and slicing it across his arm, a thin painful cut. He wanted to kill the woman, the room shook as if a small earthquake was happening, several people in the room became unsettled but not his mistress, no she only grinned at the hatred in his eyes. That night Draco was chained down and his body was used against his will many times by both his owner and her friends of both genders. In less then a month Draco earned over half of his scares, at the end of the first month he was returned to that same market, his owner fed up with him.

He went through seven more masters each more interested in marking his skin then enjoying it. The final master he had gotten lose and removed the man from his dick, it had been three months in the slave market before he healed, then he was sold to Sarah. He thought she would be the same, and the first day she had spoken to him, treated him as human. No he never saw her as savior, only a week heart, one he could use to return home, then to hunt done those that had touched him, hurt him and he would make them pay. He would be free again and she was the key to all of that.

((End Flash Back))

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Sarah stirred in her sleep slowly waking while curling into his arms. Draco felt the soft kiss to his ribs and his hand slid through her hair, her hand curled over his chest resting over his heart. Her voice was soft and filled with the love she held for him that he could never return.
“Draco.. I want to marry you… I want to be with you always… not as a slave…I don’t want you to be my slave.. you haven’t been for a long time. I want you to be free, free to live a life with me… to have children.. to be happy…please.”

Draco curled his body around her puling her close, letting his voice become husky almost desperate.

“Oh Sarah… I would like that also, to have a family, to be happy… I don’t want a paper saying I am your slave…I haven’t been… I am you lover all that says otherwise is that dreadful paper… “

Sarah never noticed he never mentioned her she was to happy with the idea that he would marry her now, that they could be happy. She kissed him softly then climbed out of the bed dashing into the adjoined room where her bedroom lie, she had the slave contract in her hand. He made no move for that paper but he watched as she signed it then held it to him.

“Sign it Draco, then you are free, I’ll take the paper to the office tomorrow, you can come with me.. then we can go shopping for my dress and your tux, it will be a small wedding.. but I want a dress, I want to look perfect for our day.”

Draco smiled at her knowing he was inches away form his freedom, her voice was filled with such hope and happiness she would be sure he was free though he would never marry her, she would be sure he was free before she married him and he would leave long before that day. He took the paper and a small ink pen and signed the paper after glancing at it to be sure it was not another trick.

“Oh Sarah… Thank you.. I’ve never been so happy…”

Her smile was bright and most would die from the happiness she held, she climbed back into bed with Draco curling into his side. She wasn’t surprised when his hands roamed over her body or when his kisses turned from sweet to passionate. Draco was gaining his freedom and for that alone he would give this woman a night to remember.


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Now what will happen when they go outside tomorrow? Will they meet Harry? Will Draco really get free? Or will all of this been a hopeless dream?o