You Raise Me Up

Ugh.....real life sucks.

Everyone - I know you guys were just chomping at the bit when I put in the scene about Lucius and Narcissa. I swear the grocery stores sold out of rat poison simultaneously. I think it's interesting how everyone's always killing her off. She's just so hated....gods women are so vindictive!

Now, I'm just going to make a little plug about my newest story. It's got some original characters, and it continues the story of one of my older stories. If anyone has, or wants to, read The Malfoy Chronicles in the General section, you would quite enjoy The Malfoy Chronicles: A Witch in Time. It deals with a strange romance between James Potter Jr and Draca Malfoy. I say it's a must-read! But then again...I could be biased....
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Petunia looked stiff and uncomfortable, and Vernon looked as though he would have a conniption any second. Vernon was the first to speak.

“It was fine, boy, until you showed up!” he snapped, the fat beneath his neck quivering angrily.
Harry’s eyes lowered slightly, but Dudley came to his rescue.

“Leave him be, father!” Dudley growled, causing his mother to gasp softly.

Vernon stood, his belly quivering. Instead of facing his son, he immediately turned on Harry.

“Do you see what you’ve done, you freak? You’ve turned my own son against me! I should-” he started, but Harry suddenly snapped.

“Should what, uncle? Take off your belt? Beat me senseless and shove me into the cupboard under the stairs again? Are you going to take my supper away?” he snarled, raw magic crackling around his fingertips like static electricity. “I’ve got news for you, uncle….I’m not that boy, anymore! I’m of age, damn you! I’m nineteen fucking years old! My parents are dead, my childhood sucked, and I’ve been fighting a war since I was fourteen years old! I’ve seen more death, carnage, and destruction than you could even dream up on one of your television shows. So you should think carefully about your next words to me, uncle, or I might just kill you where you stand!” he hissed. His last word was accompanied by a raw burst of magic that shattered a nearby vase into fine dust.

Petunia screamed, and stood behind her massive husband. Dudley winced, afraid Harry would strike out again.

Hermione had never seen Harry like that. He had always bottled everything up, and kept it tight inside him. It actually scared her that he could lose control like that, and she pressed herself closer to Draco’s side. Draco reached out and laid a hand on Harry’s shoulder. The touch calmed Harry immediately, and he recoiled when he saw the looks of horror on the Dursley’s faces.

“Look…I’m sorry…this wasn’t easy for me to come here…not after the way you all treated me. I wasn’t just some burden that got dropped on your doorstep. I was…am…a person. I was never worth anything to you. But you know what?” he said, and gave a mirthless laugh. “I’m worth something to a lot of people now. I came here today to seek some closure. I came to say a good-bye of sorts to my past.”

“Good-bye, then…” Vernon said, his voice no longer full of assurance.

“Metaphorically, you massive twit!” Harry growled. Dudley stepped forward, slightly nervous after Harry’s display of power.

“So you’re a wizard police-officer, then?” he asked, trying to change the subject. Harry looked at Dudley, trying to decide whether he was doing it out of cowardice or if he truly cared. He decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, and say that he was asking because he cared.

“Yes. I’ve been on the force a few months. I’m still a junior…a rooky, so to speak. The training is rigorous, but it’s been my goal since I found out about them.” He said, and stood a little straighter.

“That’s brilliant. I’ve heard that regular police have to train hard…I bet it’s triple-trouble when you add all those spells and stuff.” Dudley said. The corners of Harry’s mouth twitched upwards.

“Yeah…it can be tough. But it’s worth it.”

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The trio spent a few hours at the Dursleys, much to the dismay of Draco. Although, when Dudley introduced him to the computer, they almost had to drag him away to dislodge him from his game of digital pinball.

“Bloody little ball! Go back up! Go back up!” he hissed. Dudley chuckled softly at Draco’s child-like delight of such a simple game.

It was Hermione who finally caught his attention. She leaned down to his ear. “If you know what’s good for your libido, you’ll step away from the computer now…” she purred. He stiffened, and stood almost immediately.

“The game was rigged, anyway…” he said, smoothing his lapels with his right hand.

Harry rolled his eyes, and then turned to Dudley. “Maybe you can come to my house next time.” He said, holding out his hand. Dudley took it.

“Of course! Sounds like a plan.” He said. Vernon, who had been watching the television at a rude volume, looked at Harry.

“You have a house?” he asked.

“Yeah. You remember my godfather? The escaped convict so dangerous that they even warned the muggle world about him? Sirius Black. He left me a house. And a little money to go with it. That doesn’t touch the Potter fortune, though. My dad left me a nice sum of money…I don’t think I’ll ever get around to spending so much…” he said, quite enjoying the way his uncle’s face paled. Dudley chuckled, knowing full-well what Harry was doing.

“Well if that’s the case, then the next time we meet up it’ll be for lunch…on you.” He said. Harry grinned.

“Why not, mate? I think I can afford to feed you now…” he said, and the two laughed together.

Draco cleared his throat respectfully. “Potter…as much fun as it’s been here, my wife and I need to get back to Malfoy Manor.” He said. Neither of the Malfoys noticed Vernon’s vein begin to throb again. Harry nodded, and turned back to Dudley.

“Sorry to be hopping off so soon. We’ll meet up again, I promise.” Harry said. Dudley nodded, and they shook hands again before the three went back out to Harry’s car. Draco looked like he was ready to cry when Harry opened his car door for him.

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Draco and Hermione were both eager to get out of their clothes once they got home. They passed the library with a shudder, and both practically ran for their room. Draco began shedding his clothes as soon as they passed the doorway. Hermione was a little more methodical about her outfit. She shed her clothes in the closet, and hung them up as she went. When she walked back into the room, clad only in her underwear, she was rewarded with the sight of Draco sprawled across the bed, stroking his already hard cock. She smiled mischievously. As she passed the closet door, she grabbed one of her satin scarves from a hook on the door, and approached the bed.

“What do you plan on doing with that scarf?” he asked, his free hand brushing across his flat male nipples.

“I thought I might tie it onto your cock and wish myself an early happy birthday.” She said, and smiled inwardly as he shuddered. She gingerly crawled onto the bed, her rounded stomach prominent in that position. She slunk over to Draco, and began to trail the satin up and down his chest. He practically purred as the soft material ghosted over his skin. She slowly and openly moved up to his face, and began to wind the scarf around his eyes.

“Ooo. Up for a little kink?” Draco asked, not resisting the blind-fold.

‘You have no idea.’ She thought wickedly, smirking widely when the scarf was in place. “Roll onto your stomach.” She whispered into his ear.

“Might I ask why?” he inquired, swallowing hard when she gingerly pulled his hand away from his member.

“It’s a surpise.” She purred. Unable to resist his wife’s gentle urging, and positive that she was trustworthy, he gingerly rolled over onto his stomach, grunting slightly as his turgid tool pressed into the covers.

Hermione called her wand to her wordlessly.

“What are you doing?” he asked, feeling the change in pressure as she moved off of the bed.

“Relax, Draco. I won’t hurt you.” Her voice was soft and soothing, so he willed away the slight antsy feeling nagging him. He stiffened almost immediately when invisible bonds wrapped around his ankles and wrists, and splayed him out spread-eagled on the bed.

“Hermione? What the bloody hell is this? What are you playing at?” he asked, turning his blind-folded head back and forth to try and pick up her sound.

“It’s just a little payback, my dear husband. I didn’t appreciate being left to drip for twenty minutes. Personally…I think that deserves a punishment.” She said. He heard a small tinkling sound, and bristled when he realized it was the sound of his belt buckle.

“Hermione Jane Malfoy! This isn’t funny. Untie me immediately!” he hissed.

Hermione stood at the foot of the bed. A flick of her wand lifted Draco’s hips, and she pushed a pillow beneath him, pointing his bottom upwards. Draco pulled against his invisible bonds.

“Come on….Mione…I didn’t mean to hurt you…It was in good fun…” he said, seriously nervous.

“And I won’t hurt you….much.” she said. The words had a strange effect on his cock, causing it to harden to an almost painful caliber. “A few belt stripes on your bottom won’t kill you. Besides..you’re going to learn that I’m not mastered easily.” She said.

“Herm-” but he was interrupted with the sharp crack of leather against flesh. “Shite!” he yelped, the sting of it surprising him.

“Now, now, Draco. For the rest of the night, it’s Mistress….” She purred.

“But-” another blistering crack turned his protest into another yelp.

“No buts. Now…what’s my name?” Her question was met with stubborn silence. She swing the belt with increased force, and the crack decidedly louder. “What’s my name, bitch?” she hissed. He panted lightly.

“Mistress! Your name is Mistress!”
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*Dodges daggers* Oi! Stop trying to kill me! I know you're not happy with the cliffie....but I had to keep you coming back somehow....

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