The Right Choice

A/N I am going to be putting 2 shorter chapters together so I hope it will flow ok. Please let me know what you think.


Draco walked along a long corridor, it was not the main part of the building but was still well furnished and well kept. Although he was not alone his companion was not much company. Greg Goyle was assigned to guard The Dark Lord's concubines whilst they were in service, it was a happy coincidence that their his first charge at school was no once again under his watchful eye, or perhaps his father had been training him for this role since he was a child as he had very little chance in any other role. Guarding him was probably one of the most easy jobs as people would scarcely look at him let alone start any trouble. His erstwhile companion was rather more dour than he used to be, not that his disposition had ever been particularly sunny when they were in school, as an unfortunate incident two years ago had caused The Dark Lord to cut out his tongue. He tried not open his mouth now, preferring to keep a stoic expression on his face and merely nod or shake his head appropriately with his orders. The Dark Lord seemed pleased with the development and saw no reason to replace the missing tongue so his only companion was left mute, emotionless and not particularly good company. He walked along the corridor with Goyle his customary two steps behind, watching for problems in the deserted corridor. Although there was not a person in sight his hood was drawn up on his head, covering his face. His master had been particularly possessive this morning, perhaps he had pushed too far, his arse ached and his face and hair were covered in white sticky cum, which he had not been allowed to wash off. He thought he had managed to get most of the visible strands from his face but he could still feel it crusting and splitting whenever his face muscles moved and although it didn't show much against his white blonde hair he still felt it's weight on his head, reminding him who he belonged to.

They reached an ornate locked door and paused outside. Draco took a deep breath, calming his fluttering stomach.

"Wait here and only come in if I call." Goyle nodded and turned his back to the door, guarding the corridor. Draco took the door handle and exhaled as he entered the room.

-@-@-@-@-@

A silver robed man strode firmly into Harry's prison, his head held upright with an heir that just reeked of superiority. His hood was low over his face and the robe flowed way beyond his feet. The only part of his flesh that showed where his dainty fingertips. Harry wanted to scream, rage, throw things at the intruder but he kept his cool, containing his anger, Albus would not want him to give them the satisfaction.

"What do you want." he snapped, a little more aggressively then he had meant to. He took a deep breath and controlled himself again. "So would you mind telling me the name of the man who has been inclined to visit me on this fine morning?" his tone was now almost sickeningly polite but still held an undercurrent of sarcasm and ferment hatred. The man bought down his hood, slowly. Although Harry's face didn't betray any emotion his mind went into turmoil, time slowed as he tried to regain control before he could speak. Draco seemed intent on not speaking so he decided to start so his once lover could say his piece and leave. "Malfoy, how nice to see you again after all this time. Come to gloat?" His words seemed to shake Draco out of his stupor and he regained his cool, unflappable exterior. He started to move around the room, with his token regal air.

"I hate to think we have fallen so far as you to have forgotten my name. To you I had hoped I would always be Draco but obviously not." Draco had now completed a half circle around Harry making him turn around with his back to door. Draco ran his hand along the back of an ancient fabric chair. "To answer your question I have not come here to gloat, I have come here to save your life." Harry scoffed.

"Really? Please forgive me if I am doubtful." Draco laughed a little.

"I guess I don't really blame you but it is true none the less."

"And why should I believe you!? Why exactly would you save my life!?" Draco's words had made him loose the small measure of control he had gained and he didn't care. "I don't need or want your help! Go crawl back into bed with your lover and leave me be!" He had started shouting now, he desperately wanted somewhere he could escape this, he couldn't take it. Draco began to laugh against the back of his hand.

"Lover?! You think I am Voldemort's lover?!!" Draco began outright laughing. "Lover! Really!" Harry growled impatiently and Draco tried to control himself. "Sorry, but that is really funny. To think that he could love anyone or that I could love him, that's rich! The technical term for my role is concubine."

"So you're his whore then?"

"If that is what you want to call me, go head, I've been called worse. But I am more than one of his whores. I am bound to him, body and soul until he decides otherwise.”

"How can you do it!? Sell you body to that Monster! Doesn't he make you sick!" the turmoil finally caught up with Harry full force. He was now screaming openly, tears of pain and frustration falling from his eyes. Draco remained calm, his face impassive, waiting for Harry to calm down again. Harry, however, had no intention of calming. He looked around for things to throw, anything to deaden the pain he had been bottling up, his hands found a small vase and threw it narrowly missing a ducking Draco. The crash shocked Harry out of his rage and he collapsed to the floor, sobs racking his body. Draco moved over to him and crouched down beside him.

"It's ok, Harry, I am going to make everything ok but you need to trust me, ok. We are going to get you far away from this place." Harry looked up, his puffy red eyes showing their disbelief.

"Ok, let's hear it." Draco's mouth shaped into a startling smile, lighting his eyes and removing a year’s worth of weight from his face. Harry couldn't help but let the smallest hint reach his face in return.

"The only way out of here is for you to join him…" Harry tried to interject but Draco stopped him "I know you hate it but there is nowhere else to go. The resistance is gone, destroyed, there are a few fragments here and there but they are being snuffed out as we speak, there is nothing left but to try and make the best." Harry's heart fell as his worst fears were confirmed, there was no one left, just as Draco had predicted. "as I was saying, the only way out of this with your life is to accept the change in world order, unfortunately he is going to require a bit more from the leader of the resistance, you need to persuade your followers to accept as well.”

“And how exactly am I meant to do that?!”

“You need to show the world that you support him and his key policies.” Harry got up off the floor and began pacing.

“What do you mean his ‘key policies’?” Draco took a deep breath. This was it, it was time to stick his heart out and see what happened.

“The Dark Lord is instigating a new breeding policy, arranging marriages and breeding matches in order to increase the magical strength of the population. I have arranged for you to be a spokes person for the policy and become one of its first…” he paused searching for the right word “contributors.” Harry was dumbstruck and Draco took the opportunity to press forward. “I am going to give him Snape’s formula for male pregnancy, and have suggested myself as your partner.” Harry tried to speak but Draco hurried to interrupt him. “I am already one of the oldest concubines he has chosen and I know he has started the process of replacing me. We could be happy! Truly happy! We could live away from this world, in the country somewhere, with lots of children and we could be together, properly together! Isn’t that what you always wanted, a family of your own?!” Draco’s voice became excited, almost hysterical, whereas Harry just started at the floor as he processed what Draco had told him. “It could be perfect again, Harry… Harry?” Draco stopped as he realised that Harry was hardly listening to him anymore. “What’s wrong, Harry? I know this is a lot and it might take a little while but we can do it!” Harry looked up, a stared deeply into his eyes.

“No.” Draco fell silent as Harry made his pronouncement.

“No. You have to do this, Harry. You can’t die, I can’t let you die, I won’t let you!”

“I can’t do it, Draco. I can’t barter my life for my children’s.”

“Barter? What do you mean Barter? Is it me? Do you not want me anymore?”

“No, it’s not you. I would… " Harry took a deep breath and began again. "Despite everything, I still love you and I don't think i'll ever stop but I will never never be able to do this. I can hardly stand to look at you now. How could you do this? You have sold your body to him and now you are willing to sell you children? Our children?" Draco stood speechless at Harry's proclamation. Harry took a deep breath again, calming himself. "Why are you even doing this Draco? You can't stand to be here, you can't even touch me. Why on earth would you want to save me?"

"Why do I want to save you?! Why?! I'll tell you why you bastard! I love you and I want you to be alive, with me! You can't stand to look at me? Well thats fine but I can't have you die. I just can't!" Draco's anger overrode his thoughts "You think I don't want to hold you, to kiss you, touch you? I can't even hold your hand or he'll know, he always knows! You don't understand, I had to do this, it was the only way, the only way…" Draco calmed himself. "I would never trade my freedom for my children's well being, they would be loved and cherished. All we are doing is promising to have them, promising we would have family, that's all. Wouldn't we do that anyway?" Harry thought for a moment, his head was spinning, pulled in every direction at once. He shook his head.

"The answer is still no. I promised myself I would never bring a child into my world, not until this madness was over and they could grow up normal and happy. Draco's face dropped to the floor, his eyes darting from left to right as he searched for the air for something, another argument he could give Harry, something that would change his mind. He closed his eyes and looked away.

"There is nothing else I can say, this is the only way. Please just think about this. We have some time, he doesn't expect you to convinced right away but please promise me you will think about it?" Harry turned his face away and nodded. Draco pulled up his hood and left without another word.

@-@-@-@-

Draco walked down the corridor to return to his master's room. He had been given the entire day to accomplish his task whilst his master was busy with the new influx of slaves to the hareem. He had gone this morning to pick out the choicest ones for his master and had picked better this time, they were slightly more spirited, more difficult to break. His master would have fun toying with them and would hopefully enjoy their youth enough to think twice about his own age.

His spirits began to lighten as he thought about his plan despite Harry's reaction. He knew he would eventually convince him, he had good arguments and there was nothing to tie him to the rest of the world now, his friends were all gone, he would convince him, he had to. It was such a perfect plan they would both have everything they ever wanted and as long as they could keep their heads down they could have a nice quiet life together. The only problem was giving up the secret to male pregnancy, he had promised his mentor, when he had been given the formulas for his research, that he would never reveal them to anyone. The only reason Snape had allowed him the knowledge was that he knew something bad would happen to him eventually and he didn't want his potions to die with him. It hurt a lot that he now had to break that trust after he had sacrificed so much to keep it. He had been punished severely when he had not been willing to give up the formula, claiming he didn't know anything about it, But Harry was worth it, was worth everything. He returned to is master's rooms to await his return, and decided to take a nap. He was emotionally exhausted and add that to the interrupted sleep last night and the preceding years worth of late nights meant that right now he could barely stand up. He undressed and crawled to his side of the bed to dream of better things, of marshmallows and creamy coffee thighs wrapped around him, making those wonderful sounds he had been craving for so long.


Draco was awoken by a cold hand reaching round his side. He controlled his body almost instantly to stop himself from flinching away from the icicles which were now rubbing circles around his abdomen.

"Welcome back to the real world, my pet. Did you have a nice dream?" The Dark Lord's hand stroked its way lower and Draco willed himself to hold on the to the erection which his dreams of Harry had awakened. "And what was my sweet dreaming of I wonder?" He laughed, dryly, in Draco's ear.

"I don't remember, My Master." Draco replied cooly.

"Really?" Lord Voldemort raised his eye ridge slightly. "And how did my pretty negotiator fair today? Did he come to you with open arms?" Draco rolled over to look at The Dark Lord, the question was worded dangerously and he tried to not let worry show on his face.

"He was receptive to your plan, My Master, but he is playing coy, I believe he still hopes that the resistance is still active. I don't believe it will be long before he gives up his last hope and will join you." Voldemort gave a cool smile and reached his hand behind Draco to stroke his behind.

"Really, my sweet, I am surprised. I am not a patient man, I had expected you to try harder, my own."

"I am sorry, My Lord. I will try harder tomorrow and convince him." there was another light laugh as a dry finger began circling his small hole.

"Really and what persuasion will you use this time?" Draco let out a small gasp as the dry finger slowly pushed inside. His master's face moved close to his ear. "Perhaps you will use this pretty body as a lure, whisper sweet…" a second finger was plunged in "…nothings in his ear, I am sure he couldn't resist such a sweet thing." A third finger was added. Draco was in agony but he kept his jaw firmly shut, knowing that a single sound would egg him on. "Or perhaps you already offer that and he refused?" his final finger was pushed in to his knuckles, now lubricated slightly as small gashes inside him started to bleed. Draco cried out for the first time, unable to hold it in anymore. "Come now you know how I love to hear you scream." He twisted his hand in further, wrenching another cry from Draco. "So, my pet, did you offer yourself to him, like you did all those years ago? Did you grovel to him, tell him of your love for him?" he reacted to the shocked look on Draco's face "Did you really think I didn't know? I have always known of your sordid little love affair, it made you all the sweeter" he ran his tongue up the side of Draco's face. His thumb had entered now and he slowly pushed his fingers apart, his nails digging into Draco's walls. He screamed, the pain running up and down his spine, spreading out into every limb. "That's it, my sweet, scream loud and clear, it makes everything so much better." The Dark Lord started to rub his erection against Draco's leg as he pushed himself in further. "Was he disgusted with you, selling your body to me? Or perhaps he was overcome with emotion and cried his pitiful eyes out?" Draco could feel the warm blood flow from his behind, The Dark Lord's breath was become laboured as he brought himself off on Draco's thigh and with one final thrust from his hand they both threw their heads back, one in pain the other pleasure.

To Draco it felt like hours before the Dark Lord came back to himself although it was probably only a minute, he tried to squirm away but he was held tight and it only caused more pain to shot inside him. Voldemort looked into his eyes, his sadistic grin embossed on his face. He ripped his hand away without moving his fingers and left the bed. Draco screamed again and was slapped soundly across the face. He rolled away, leaving a wet ring of blood behind him to soak into the mattress.

"Play time is over, pet. Time to take you punishment." He grabbed hold of Draco's leg and pulled him on to the floor. Draco got to his knees shakily and bowed his head down.

"I'm sorry, my master, please…please, my master, no more." he sadistic chuckle was heard again.

"Cruio"

A/N I am not sure how much I like this chapter. It doesn't seem graphic enough and it gives you too much information outside of the story but I don't know how to get it all in without it dragging on longer than it should. Please review and let me know what you think.