Yes, My Lord

Due to some ‘doctorly’ advice, I will only be responding to a few select reviews. Only reviewers that leave conversational reviews or are confused about something in the previous chapters will be answered. I do appreciate ALL the reviews this story has received but it is very time consuming to respond to all of them. Hope you understand.

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joe: It’s not my fault if you can’t broaden your imagination.

NIAMH: Lol, actually, you have a point. I didn’t mention any wards in this because it’s almost a given when it comes to these kind of stories. Like you said, Lord Voldemort wouldn’t just leave Harry in a room full of ways to hurt himself. If Harry had tried to hit the mirror it probably would have just bent with his fist. I’m glad you brought this up. Just in case anyone else is curious about this subject. Maybe I’ll go back later and squeeze in a few mentions of the wards...
Anyway, I’m glad you like the chapter. Let me know what you think of this one.

LadyX: Ah, another good subject to bring up. I’m not really sure why writers tend to make some of the boys more feminine. Probably the same reason they make Blaise Zabini a white boy with golden blonde or dark brown hair when he is actually described in the books as a tall black boy with slanted eyes. As for me I just had an urge, lol.
And, yeah, who doesn’t like a little domination ;) I hope you like this chapter!!!

*Dark!Vultrix*: Well, I’m proud to be the first to respond to your reviews. I like responding. I just think it makes the reviewer feel more appreciated. It lets them know that their opinion matters. :sighs: I wish I had gone to your high school. I went to Beech Grove High in Indiana. All the boys there looked like wannabe gangsters. All they were was red necks in disguise. It was pathetic, lol.
Sorry no ravishing yet but it’s coming soon, I promise. Let me know what you think of this chapter!

Toyo: I wondered if anyone would have trouble with this. As it’s said in this chapter, Draco never said Lord Voldemort. He said the Dark Lord. And since he is to be the new dark lord he was referring to himself. And I swear I will not abandon this fic. I enjoy writing it too much. Review and tell me what you think of the new chapter!

yuu_sprite: LOL, I actually had something like your idea for Harry planned. It will be up in one of the next few chapters. I plan to have LOTS of Harry angst. And don’t worry, this will probably have a happy ending. I’m not a big fan of sad endings. It gets me all depressed.
I agree with you, too. While I enjoy all the reviews I get, my favorites are the ones like yours. Probably because I like to talk a lot and I get the chance to do so when I respond to them. LOL, no need to pout your review ended wonderfully dramatic the second time as well(I think it was the pout that did it, though). So I’ll end my response with: bows down, licks your shoes, and asks what it is you demand of me.

Vera Lynn: Thank you for pointing out the warnings to me. I had them all up when I first posted this story but most of them got cut off. I’ll start putting them up before each chapter so they’re all there. And yes, the pregnancy is going to happen but I’m not going to give anything away. You’ll just have to wait and see. ;)

Thanks for the review. Give me your thoughts on this chapter as well!

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Title: Yes, My Lord
Rating: N17
Reviews of all nature welcome.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. That privilege belongs to J.K. Rowling
Warnings not shown in summary: Lemon, Anal, H/C, Humil, M-Preg, D/s
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“Does he meet your approval?”

Draco had left Harry lying on the bed in a daze. The brunette seemingly ignored him, lost in his own thoughts. So Draco exited the room quietly, intent on getting some answers from Lord Voldemort.

Upon entering, he noticed that the room had been enlarged. Since the soon-to-be former Dark Lord had no strength to leave his bed, the bonding ceremony and the transfer of title and magic would be held here. Only the Inner Circle and their respected spouses would be present. At the weeks end a formal ball would be held for all Death Eaters to come and honor the new Dark Lord. And, of course, his ‘bride’.

Draco took the seat next to the bed and nodded his head. Oh yes, Harry met his approval, and then some. Instead of voicing this thought he simply said, “He will do.”

Voldemort cackled knowing Draco’s response for what it really was. “Yes, I thought he would. You will have beautiful children with him, no doubt.”

Draco met his eyes, imploringly. “My Lord, I need some answers before it is done.”

“And the questions for those answers are?” He asked.

Draco leaned forward and rested his arms on his knees. “Why?”

Voldemort nodded, understanding the one worded question completely. “Several reasons, my boy. Some for his punishment, others for your benefit. Harry has a simple soul and a big heart. Just imagine the agony he will feel when he finds out that, while he is living in the luxury that comes with the title as your bonded Mate, his friends and loved ones are dead or rotting away in the dungeons? He will be guilt ridden.”

“Another reason runs along the same lines. He will be your bonded Mate. His arch rival at Hogwarts and enemy afterwards. It will be humiliating for him to bow down and submit to you. A stab at his pride for him to look to you for anything he may need. With his magic gone he will again have to turn to you for protection. Not an easy feat for someone as headstrong as him. If I were you I would expect a fight. He will not come along easily.”

Draco laughed. “I’ve no doubt in my mind that he will fight. But you have just given me a wonderful idea.” His eyes held a secretive light, and he added, “He won’t last long against me.”

Voldemort smiled. “I had a feeling you would. And now the final reason. As much as it pains me to say, Harry Potter is a very powerful wizard, he’ll be no match to you, of course, after you wield my magic, but powerful nonetheless.”

“The bond that I am placing you and Harry under, is one that enables the two of you to ‘share’ the others magic. Since Harry is unable to use his magic, he will not be affected. You, on the other hand will be given access to his.” Voldemort’s voice became filled with a quiet awe. “Think of it, Draco! With yours, mine and Harry’s magic combined you will be more powerful than even Merlin himself! You will be able to do anything and everything you wish. You will have the world at you fingertips if you choose to take it. You will be unstoppable.”

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Harry paced the length of his room. Every now and then his eyes would lift to look at the bonding robe lying neatly on his bed. When the Horrible One dropped it off he told Harry that he was to be showered and dressed within the hour. That had been forty-five minutes ago.

The day had past before he knew it. One moment Draco left and the next he was being told to get ready for the evening. Harry was angry with himself. Angry because he had spent the day pitying himself instead of thinking of a way out of his current situation and angry with himself for not giving Voldemort enough credit to come up with something as vile and twisted as this. He had thought his only options were life or death. He had never considered what it would come to if he were to live, what life he would have. The whole picture for him had been black and white and he never took the time to notice the greys.

What plagued him the most was the still burning question of why it was him. Why Voldemort choose him. Harry had a small suspicion that it was his own way of punishing Harry for all the times he’d duped Voldemort in the past but he knew that wasn’t the only reason.

Harry was suddenly brought out of his musings when the door opened to reveal Draco. Harry watched as the blonde gave him a once over and met his eyes with a frown.

“You were told to be ready.”

That simple sentence sent Harry into a panic. No, he wasn’t ready. He’d never be ready. It was all moving to fast. He needed time to think this through. To fully understand all that was happening.

Without realizing that he had moved, Harry found himself on the other side of the room. Farthest from Draco.

He gave the other man a wide eyed stare, his head shook from side to side, and said in a hysteric voice. “I’m not going to! I’m not. You can take that,” he said pointing to the robe, “back to your master and tell him to shove it up his scaley arse!”

Draco growled, “You will do it, whether you like it or not.” He took a step towards Harry, only to have him move further away.

“Don’t come near me! I won’t! I don’t care what you say.” he said, still inching backwards.

Draco sighed and Harry’s eyes watched as one pale hand reached into his pocket and produced a wand. That’s when he noticed what the other man was wearing. It wasn’t just an ordinary robe.

It was a bonding robe.

Harry had been to enough bonding ceremonies to know what they looked like. While some had different designs sewn into them or were made of different fabric, they all had the same thing in common. Not an inch of skin was shown save for the hands and head and instead of being billowy and loose they were a tad tighter around the waist.

While Harry contemplated the other’s robes, Draco raised his wand. Just as he was about to send a spell to ‘help’ Harry along, a timid question reached his ears.

“Why are you wearing bonding robes, Malfoy?”

Draco lowered his wand and smirked. “Well, it is proper attire to a bonding. Is it not?”

Harry shook his head. “Yes, but only for those who are being united. You shouldn’t be wearing it.”

“Hmm, and why shouldn’t I be wearing it?” He asked, taking a step forward, a grin tugging on the corner of his mouth when Harry took no notice.

Getting angry, he huffed and raised his voice. “I just told you! Only Voldemort and I should have them on, you great stupid git!”

Ignoring the insult, Draco took another few steps closer to the unsuspecting former Gryffindor and inquired, “Why on earth would Lord Voldemort dress in one?”

Harry gave him an irritated look. “Did you fall and hit your head? We’re to be bonded, idiot.”

Draco looked appalled. “Who told you that bit of rubbish?” Another step.

“You did!” He shrieked.

“I said nothing of the sort.” Draco said moving a bit closer now standing directly in front of his prey.

Harry gasped, unable to believe Draco was denying having said so. “You did so! Just this morning!”

Harry, for the first time became aware of how close the other man was when a low chuckle sent puffs of air brushing across his face. Attempting to back up, he found his timing a bit late and was suddenly pulled flush against Draco’s hard body, an arm around his waist keeping him in place. His own arms had somehow been trapped between their bodies, preventing him from shoving away. He looked up, shocked, into steel grey, amused eyes.

“What exactly did I say this morning?”

Draco’s warm breath ghosted over his face and Harry shuddered. He didn’t like this. It wasn’t right. He wanted the other man to let him go but couldn’t muster up the strength to tear his gaze away from the piercing eyes and fight him off.

He whispered. “Y-You said that Voldemort and I--”

“No, Harry. I said the Dark Lord. Never once did I say Lord Voldemort.”

Harry’s face twisted in confusion. “I don’t understand. They are the same person.”

Draco laughed and tightened his hold on the smaller man. The warm body pressed to his own was doing wonderful things to him. He felt his cock stir as Harry squirmed uncomfortably, giving away his nervousness. Licking his dry lips, he looked down, the newly found hunger clear on his face. “Not after tonight.”

Harry swallowed thickly at the lustful look being aimed at him. It made him uneasy. He squirmed a bit more looking for a possible weak spot to escape from. When he couldn’t find one he demanded, “Let me go, Malfoy.”

Draco shook his head. “You should get used to this, for in a few hours you’ll be mine to do whatever I want with.” He growled softly as Harry unintentionally rubbed against him, frantically trying to break loose. “And if you don’t stop wiggling, you’ll find yourself face down on that mattress far sooner than you think.” And just to drive the statement home, he ground his now fully hard member against Harry’s lower stomach.

Harry’s breath hitched and he froze. He didn’t know what to be more concerned about. The fact that he was being poked in the stomach by Draco’s obvious arousement or that he just said that Harry would be his in a few hours. He decided on the latter.

“But Voldemort–”

“Is dying and will not live to see the week out. I am is heir. After our bonding he will pass his powers on to me and I will then be known as the Dark Lord." His voice dripped with boredom. "It’s all just as I said, Harry. You will be bonded to the Dark Lord and will provide him his heir.”

The smaller man’s face became red with anger once again. “You tricked me!”

The chuckle Draco started quickly turned in to a painful moan as Harry’s knee connected harshly with his groin. He relinquished his hold on the furious man and sunk to his knee’s, cupping his precious package. His face turned a dark red as it scrunched up, hoping to ease the ache. Through the haze of pain he saw Harry skirt to the other side of the room. Letting go of his bruised appendage, Draco leaned forward to rest on all fours. He gulped heavy amounts of air, as the pain ebbed.

“You’re a bloody sadistic bastard, you know that? Making me believe it was Voldemort. Probably just to watch me squirm, I’ll bet. Well, guess what Malfoy? I wasn’t going to do it for Him and I’m not going to do it for you either. Go and find someone willing. Someone who actually wants to bond with you. Someone who will happily spread their legs and give you your heir. Of course, you probably enjoy forcing people into your bed, don’t you? I’ll bet-”

“ENOUGH!”

Harry stopped mid-rant at Draco’s yell. One look at the fiercely heated steel eyes and he knew had pushed too far. He never broke eye contact as Draco stood from his kneeling form. The blondes tall frame was tense and motionless. The room positively reeked with his anger. Harry bit his lip as Draco’s quiet rage whirled around him. He had only one thought in his mind. Run.

Just as his right foot lifted to make a break for the bedroom door that had been lift slightly ajar, he suddenly found Draco’s wand pointed directly at him.

“Don’t move.” The quiet demand sent a sliver of fear racing down Harry’s spine and he stilled.

Before he knew it, Draco was in front of him with a tight grip in his hair. His head was yanked back to look up into his captors face. His spine bent painfully backward as the fist continued its pull in his hair. Harry’s hands shot out and fisted the front of Draco’s robes in an attempt to keep himself steady. His eyes were wide and he didn’t bother stifling his pained gasp.

When Draco spoke, his voice was low and clipped. “I have tried to be mildly civil with you. I was going to ease you into your new position gently. Your behavior shows me that you will need a firmer hand. I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this so soon.” His grip in the other mans hair tightened and he gave it a small tug, earning a wince. “It’s time you learned how things will be from now on.”

Harry suddenly felt the uncomfortable squeezing sensation of being apparated. In the next moment, he was tossed forward onto a cold stone floor. He groaned when his cheek scrapped along the rugged surface.

“Get up, Potter. Take a look around.”

Harry slowly brought himself to his feet, grimacing when he noticed his knee’s had not been left unscathed from his fall. He circled in place, taking in their surroundings. Turning back to Draco, he asked curiously where they were.

Draco gave him a cold tight smile and replied, “The dungeons.”

Harry shivered as a cold breeze flew past him and he wrapped his arms around his bare chest. He had been too far gone in his thoughts that day to remember to get dressed. As a result, he was still in the thin pajama bottoms he had been wearing that morning, and nothing else. Shifting his gaze from Draco, he once again inspected the dungeons. They were not as he had thought they would be. He had expected to see a damp, moldy cavern of twisting paths, with the screams of pain and horror echoing through them. Instead they stood in a small, brightly lit, circular room. Behind Draco there was a wooden door with no handle that probably needed magic to open. Harry also noted that there were three long halls, all filled with cells that looked a bit like a muggle prison but replacing the bars, was stone. Each cell had a door exactly like the one behind Draco. Everything was just as bright as the room they were occupying and eerily quiet.

He shivered again but not from the cold. He knew whatever Draco had planned was not going to be pleasant. He briefly wondered if he was going to be given that cell he had thought to have had in the beginning. Inwardly shrugging, he decided that it would be far better than the other plans made for him.

“Why are we here?” His voice seemed loud in the silence of the room.

Instead of answering, Draco gave him another tightlipped smile and took hold of his arm.

Turning Harry to the corridor on his right he said, “Come along, we have much to see and we’re already late for the ceremonies.”

As they entered Draco moved Harry in front of him and placed his hands on the bare shoulders. He said a spell under his breath and instantly the stone walls became transparent. They were still there of course but enabled the two men to see into each cell, with the prisoners inside unable to see them.

Draco’s hands squeezed his shoulders briefly when he heard a gasp from the man in front of him. Harry’s body tensed as he recognized a few of the cells occupants. Men and women he had fought along side with for years. They all looked so broken now. They were covered from head to toe in dirt, blood, and their own bodily filth. His once proud friends and loved ones were nothing more than skeletons, their skin clinging to their form. Harry felt a lump settle in his throat as he realized that these people were no longer the people he knew. They were just shells imitating their old images. Some were huddled in corners, looking as if they were trying to hide from reality. Others paced the length of their cells probably not even knowing what they were doing. Some cried softy while others wailed out their pain and anguish.

A lone tear made it’s way down Harry’s cheek as Draco nudged him from behind. They walked slowly down the corridor, giving Harry enough time to look into each cell. With every prisoner they passed another tear escaped from his emerald eyes.

Halfway through their walk Draco began speaking to him in soft tones. “It’s a shame isn’t it? These people were once filled with such fire, following you into a battle you had no chance of winning. Now look at them. Their souls broken. Their spirits nothing more than ashes. All because of you.”

A choked sob broke from Harry’s lips. He shook his head and wrapped his arms tightly around his chest once more. His shoulders shook from his tears. “They fought for their own beliefs.”

“No, Harry, they fought for you, their savior. And you failed them.”

A sudden anguished cry echoed through the hall. All at once, Harry started struggling to break free of Draco’s grip. His head was facing a cell to their left and Draco smirked when he saw who was causing the sudden fight in Harry.

Ron Weasley lay on his back on the cold ground, his skin glistening with a fine layer of sweat. His body was shaking violently from, what Draco could only assume, a fever. A long angry looking gash stretched from his hip to his knee. It was swollen and blotchy, with puss seeping down his thigh to the floor. Unless he was treated for the wound and fever soon he would probably die within the next few days.

Sobs racked Harry’s small frame as he twisted insistently in Draco’s hold. Arms came around his waist and across the front of his shoulders, holding him in place.

“Please, Malfoy. Let me loose. Let me go to him. Please.” He wailed.

Draco shook his head even though the Harry couldn’t see him. “No. You won’t be dirtying your hands with his filth ever again.” Harry’s tears fell harder and he let his body sink to the ground. Draco allowed him to fall, not wanting to support the man, but followed him down, his hold easing the impact on Harry’s already bruised knee’s. He crouched behind him and nuzzled his nose in Harry’s soft shaggy hair. A hand came around to rub along the smoothness of his stomach and spoke softly in Harry’s ear.

“There is something you can do to help him, though. In fact, you can help all of them.” Draco planted and light kiss on the side of his neck and breathed in the sweet smell of Harry’s skin. “You can make their imprisonment more comfortable. They could be seen by mediwizards and given the treatments they so desperately need. You could earn them soft beds and proper meals. Maybe even a trip out into the sunshine every now and then.” He brought his lips back up to Harry’s ear and bit softly on the small lobe. “Does that sound good to you?”

At Harry’s brief nod, he continued. “All you have to do is submit to me, Harry. Do exactly as I say.” Draco softly raked his nails along Harry’s stomach, earning a small quiver from the teary man. “If I tell you to suck my cock, you’ll do it with the eagerness of a whore. If I tell you to clean my muddy boots you’ll lick them til they shine. It won’t be so hard. Just remember that ‘no’ is not in your vocabulary from this point on.”

Harry sniffed. “And if I don’t do as you say?”

“Then they will be punished for your disobedience. One by one they will be whipped, beaten, starved, or executed depending on the severity of your noncompliance. And you will be there to witness it all. You will watch as they are, again, given nothing but pain and suffering, all because of you. Do you want to be the cause of that, Harry? Or do you want to be their savior once more?”

Harry’s shoulders sagged and he hung his head. His chin brushed against Draco’s arm that held him just under his collarbone. He knew there was no other choice than to give in. To do as Draco wanted. He brought his hand up and wiped away the tears on his face. “Fine. I’ll do as you say. Just... don’t hurt them.” He whispered.

Draco smiled triumphantly. “As long as you be good, I’ll have no reason to.”

Draco suddenly released Harry and stood. He moved to stand in front of the still kneeling man and held a hand out to help him up. “Come Harry. You still have to bathe and dress.”

Harry looked at the extended hand and slowly brought his own up and placed it in the larger one. Once standing Draco cupped his face and brushed away the stray tears with his thumbs. “It’s not as bad as it seems. Just obey me and everything will work out.”

Harry didn’t look up at Draco. He didn’t want to see the victory written on his face. He simply nodded his head and followed the blonde back to the small circular room they had come from.

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