Forbidden Union
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
12,186
Reviews:
44
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Growing up
It happened a week later. A week of silent days and nights filled with the grunts and passion of desperate sex and the guilt and pain of an empty marriage. Slowly the couple came to an understanding. Draco came to know that Carla did not hate him, she was simply disappointed by him, and that was possibly even more hurtful to the young man. Carla in her turn came to realise that Draco was not simply a chore, a young stupid slave of the Dark Lord by which she must conceive a son, but a person in his own right. He was just as confused and hurt and unwillingly a pawn in this game as she herself. It was not a comfortable or happy understanding; but it was an understanding all the same, and possibly it gave them enough empathy of the others situation to stop what could have became a passionate hate and resentment of each other from developing.
Just when a kind of resigned routine had developed it happened. Lucius did the magical tests and pronounced that Carla was pregnant, and it would be a boy. Another week of anxious waiting followed to be sure that the early pregnancy would not fail, a week in which the married couple did not share a bed, or even so much as three words, and then the embryo was pronounced viable, and Draco, have dreading, half hoping that his ‘husbandly duties’ were over, learned that in the morrow he was to take the two huge steps that would shake his life, even more then marriage and a son ever could.
The ceremony of The Dark Mark was somewhat an anti-climax. The inner circle of Death Eaters apparated into the hall at exactly midnight. Draco and his father were waiting. Draco was called into the middle of the circle and forced to submit to a period of legilimency in which apparently random aspects of his young life flashed before his eyes. Draco didn’t know what The Dark Lord was looking for, or what sense he could possibly have made of the fragmented images he received, but whatever test was being performed he must have passed, for a blinding light and a searing pain in his arm told him the mark had been performed. Somehow he struggled back to take his place in the circle beside his father. And then they were gone, and father and son stood alone.
Draco didn’t remember going to bed, but he did remember being woken, and once again being led into the entrance hall which had been a part of his life for as long as he remembered and was now becoming the home of his least favourite memories.
The vampire that did it was called Count Meris Terminian. The ‘Count’ was a self-styled vampire title that Draco learned was accepted only by other vampires and by followers of The Dark Lord who wished to court their favour. As an acceptor of The Bite, Count Meris informed him arrogantly, he too would become a ‘Count’. The Count was only average height, but his presence was large enough to make up for any lack in stature. His elongated canines were clearly visible and Draco sincerely hoped he was not taking the potion his father had prescribed to hide the visible signs of the change, or else it wasn’t adequate at all. His eyes glinted strangely in the light; they were a plain hazel colour, but again some un-nameable quality made them somehow greater then the sum of their parts. His hair was long and glossy black, with blue-black highlights shining though, and was the only part of him which truly was remarkable.
Lucius stood by, silently watching as Count Meris’ canines grew yet longer as he approached Draco. Lucius pretended not to notice as Draco shamed the family name by shaking as the vampire laid his hands on his shoulders and leaned close to sniff at his throat. Then Lucius pretended not to notice the tremor of regret that shook his own frame right to his bones as the white glistening fangs sunk into his only sons pure unblemished skin, to leave a scar which would never fade, inside or out.
By the time Draco looked up, feeling his life and innocence drawn out through the punctures in his skin, his father had already left the room.
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Note from author:
look... i understand that i havent yet got to the smutty Draco/Harry that we ALL (including me) want to read, but i can only go on inspiration so far, then i need reviews to keep me going.... please?
Just when a kind of resigned routine had developed it happened. Lucius did the magical tests and pronounced that Carla was pregnant, and it would be a boy. Another week of anxious waiting followed to be sure that the early pregnancy would not fail, a week in which the married couple did not share a bed, or even so much as three words, and then the embryo was pronounced viable, and Draco, have dreading, half hoping that his ‘husbandly duties’ were over, learned that in the morrow he was to take the two huge steps that would shake his life, even more then marriage and a son ever could.
The ceremony of The Dark Mark was somewhat an anti-climax. The inner circle of Death Eaters apparated into the hall at exactly midnight. Draco and his father were waiting. Draco was called into the middle of the circle and forced to submit to a period of legilimency in which apparently random aspects of his young life flashed before his eyes. Draco didn’t know what The Dark Lord was looking for, or what sense he could possibly have made of the fragmented images he received, but whatever test was being performed he must have passed, for a blinding light and a searing pain in his arm told him the mark had been performed. Somehow he struggled back to take his place in the circle beside his father. And then they were gone, and father and son stood alone.
Draco didn’t remember going to bed, but he did remember being woken, and once again being led into the entrance hall which had been a part of his life for as long as he remembered and was now becoming the home of his least favourite memories.
The vampire that did it was called Count Meris Terminian. The ‘Count’ was a self-styled vampire title that Draco learned was accepted only by other vampires and by followers of The Dark Lord who wished to court their favour. As an acceptor of The Bite, Count Meris informed him arrogantly, he too would become a ‘Count’. The Count was only average height, but his presence was large enough to make up for any lack in stature. His elongated canines were clearly visible and Draco sincerely hoped he was not taking the potion his father had prescribed to hide the visible signs of the change, or else it wasn’t adequate at all. His eyes glinted strangely in the light; they were a plain hazel colour, but again some un-nameable quality made them somehow greater then the sum of their parts. His hair was long and glossy black, with blue-black highlights shining though, and was the only part of him which truly was remarkable.
Lucius stood by, silently watching as Count Meris’ canines grew yet longer as he approached Draco. Lucius pretended not to notice as Draco shamed the family name by shaking as the vampire laid his hands on his shoulders and leaned close to sniff at his throat. Then Lucius pretended not to notice the tremor of regret that shook his own frame right to his bones as the white glistening fangs sunk into his only sons pure unblemished skin, to leave a scar which would never fade, inside or out.
By the time Draco looked up, feeling his life and innocence drawn out through the punctures in his skin, his father had already left the room.
********
Note from author:
look... i understand that i havent yet got to the smutty Draco/Harry that we ALL (including me) want to read, but i can only go on inspiration so far, then i need reviews to keep me going.... please?