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Chapter 3
Lovely readers!
Alright, here’s the third chapter to the story. Sorry it’s a little late. I hope you all enjoy it!
~Draco’s Pet
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It was far too much for the young boy in the tub to process at once. Not only was he free of his abusive uncle, but he was also the property of the Prince! Of all people to buy him at an auction in the most obscure place possible, the Prince happened to be there and purchase him. He couldn't fathom it. Harry was at a complete loss and merely sunk under the water to get his hair. It was pointless anyways. Trying to figure out what had happened within the past 8 hours was too much at once. When the raven haired boy poked the top half of his head out of the scented water, he spotted the soaps. He vaguely remembered the term as he scooted closer to them. The scents wafted over to him as a breeze rolled through the nearby open window. Harry decided upon the least scented one. He didn't want to smell like a girl after all. Even in the lower classes, they knew women were supposed to have some sort of sweet scent. Men were supposed to be musky. But, it seemed that poor Harry was to smell like lavender. He sighed and washed himself, rubbing the soap through his hair to get the grime out.
Bright green eyes closed as water came up to meet them. Harry was going under water to rinse his hair. He failed to note the blonde walking in. But not looking for the mass of black hair going under. Cerulean eyes widened when they noted that the hair in the tub was black and not blonde, completely opposite of the young prince the eyes expected to encounter. After all, it wasn't improper for a family member to speak with another while one was in the tub. Often times it was the most private of conversations, one could be free of the fear that another would listen unless invited. Robes swished as the figure turned and left just as Harry emerged from the water, making sure his hair was clean before using the coconut milk to make his hair soft. The poor boy didn't even know how he knew what was to be used and when, but he went along with it and didn't question it.
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Draco smiled as he found his father in the library, knocking and entering when beckoned. He bowed respectfully as he took his cloak off and handed it to the servant in the room, smiling softly as the servant rushed to hang his cloak in his room. He turned his mercury eyes to his father and strode to his desk, sitting on it when he reached it. "Father, I have made.... An unusual purchase... And before you chastise me about it and tell me how unwise it was, I want you to know why I did what I did. I went to an auction house..." the older Malfoy stared at his son, eyebrow quirking a little. Draco never went to an auction house. Ever. His son always found the process of yelling out bids and fighting others for an object unappealing and barbaric. He motioned for his son to continue, eager to hear his reasoning’s and excuses. "I purchased a slave. His uncle was abusive, and disrespected me. I made sure the money went right to the auction house and told them if I found out it went to the uncle in any way, I would shut them down. I just had to rescue this boy Fa-" "Boy? You bought a male slave? Draco, how many times must I try to ingrain in you that you need to produce an heir after taking the throne? You could have at least bought a female and created an illegitimate heir with her in case you never produce a male with your wife in later years."
Draco shut his mouth and looked away, standing slowly. "But father, I didn't buy him to sleep with him. I bought him to save him from what he was being subjected to." he breathed, bowing as his father motioned for him to leave. "Lucius! Lucius! There is a strange boy in our son’s bathroom using his bath!" "Go, I'll explain it to your mother." Draco nodded and bowed to his mother before leaving to find his little... No, not HIS anything! Just the boy he saved. His charge. Yes. Charge. That's all he was going to be.
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Harry didn’t know what to do with himself as he dried himself and pulled on the robes he’d pulled from the wardrobe, fingers dancing along the hem of one of the sleeves delicately. The fabric was the softest he’d ever had the pleasure of touching. He admired the detail in the embroidery, gently fingering the Gothic ‘D’ on the left of his chest. For some reason, he had to smile as a light blush adorned his cheeks. The velvet felt nice on his skin as he turned and looked at the Prince’s chamber doors, padding over slowly and quietly. He hesitantly opened the door, peeking inside before slipping through the door.
The room was immaculate. His eyes widened as he wandered deeper into the room, trying to take in everything there was to see. The ceiling was high, almost like a cathedral with all the arches and intricate carvings along the beams. The walls matched in their elegance, a dark stone being used to add an air of comfort, oddly enough. The dark colour made Harry feel at ease. There were a couple paintings, of which Harry didn’t know the names or the artists but they were breath taking. He wandered in farther and jumped when his foot hit something soft and furry. It was a pelt rug, but he had never seen an animal like it. Harry had only ever seen wolf pelts and bear pelts before. Never an animal that was bright orange and had black stripes littering its body.
He had a mini heart attack when he suddenly heard footsteps near the door to the room and immediately made a mad dash for the bed, hiding under it swiftly. He hadn’t even had time to admire the bed but he got a good look at the end of the bed sheets and the underside that was, amazingly, clean. He blushed as he watched feet toe themselves out of black boots, kicking them away before a white shirt dropped to the floor suddenly. Harry’s eyes widened as he watched as slim hands eased long legs out of the breeches, breath hitching as what was now a naked man wandered over to the wardrobe. Harry almost had an aneurysm as the man turned out to be the Prince. He should have shut his eyes but alas, poor Harry merely opened and closed his mouth as he admired the man’s body. He was… rather fit and well built he had to admit. But he’d surely be hung for watching the Prince from under his bed. How was he to return to his own bedroom?
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Draco sighed as he reached his bedchambers, stepping in and closing the door before he locked it. He really did have to start thinking about finding a wife and having children. But what if it wasn’t for him? What if he never found anyone to have children with? He groaned and rubbed his face, glancing at the doors to his left. A nice bath sounded nice. Speaking of which, where was Harry? He glanced at the doors to the bath chamber, toeing off his shoes before stripping the rest of his clothes off. He’d just throw on a robe and check on the boy. He sighed once more and padded over to the wardrobe, pulling out a silk green bathrobe as he wandered to the doors to the bath. He found it a bit more than odd that the doors were already parted slightly but ignored it and walked through the doors. There wasn’t any sign of the boy as Draco walked around, noting the slightly dried feet prints on the stone floor. Where could the boy have gone? He turned away from the window and just missed a rush of colour dashing past the window.
Harry had found out how he was going to return to his bedroom. The balcony was perfect for his escape. He sighed as he made it to his room, opening the doors a little forcefully as Draco opened the interior doors. The Prince blinked and Harry flushed.
“Is everything alright?” the blonde inquired as he made his way over to the other, concern clearly written all over his person.
Harry nodded vehemently and bit his lip. “Yes, I just… Forgot I’m afraid of heights?” he questioned himself. [i]Way to go… Heights? That’s the best you could come up with?[/i] Harry scolded himself before glancing at the rather breath taking view behind him.
Draco furrowed his brows. “Oh, I assure you, you’re quite safe from falling. The railing is high enough that you can’t fall off unless you were intentionally trying to fall.” He stated matter of factly, tying his robe properly before smiling at the other. “I’m going to take a bath and then I’ll give you a tour of the castle. Is that alright?” he asked, walking over to Harry to make sure he was alright.
Harry nodded again and blushed even more when he noticed Draco tying his robe tighter. “Of course.”
Draco smiled softly and nodded in return. “I’ll let you know when I’m finished and ready and then we’ll go.” He turned and left, slipping into the bath after taking off his robe and closing the door.
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Harry was completely taken aback by everything he saw on the tour with the Prince, unable to process much of anything at the moment. He didn’t know if he was on the first floor or the top floor at the moment. But it didn’t matter. Everything was simply gorgeous. Even the food was gorgeous as Draco treated him to lunch. The best lunch Harry had ever had the pleasure of eating in his life- A chicken dish with rice and a delicious marinade and sauce that practically melted in his mouth. He even licked his fingers clean. The boy was practically bouncing as Draco led him down a couple more corridors to show him the ballroom, where the Prince’s next birthday was to take place. He was also expected to begin courting at least one eligible woman that attended.
Harry had mixed feeling about this. It was expected of Draco to marry and produce heirs, but the boy shouldn’t have to do something so soon. He was only turning twenty soon and shouldn’t be expected to do anything just yet. He should be able to experience all that life has to offer and then look for someone to settle down with. Draco turned to Harry and smiled.
“Would you like to attend the ball? If you don’t want to, I understand. But I think you’ll enjoy yourself if you join in the festivities.” The blonde offered, smiling warmly as they made their way back to their chambers. The sun was halfway past the horizon by now, signaling the end of the day and time for sleeping.
Harry smiled and nodded, following after Draco as he played with the hems of his sleeves again. “I think I would. If you don’t think I’d be imposing. After all, I was my uncles slave for most of my life and now I’m currently yours. Won’t people talk?” he asked as they reached the doors, looking at Draco calmly. He knew that there would be a huge scandal about the two of them. Nobody went to an obscure auction house and purchased a male slave without revealing their identity on a whim.
Usually, it signaled that there was a sexual interest but Harry didn’t exactly know that little detail. Draco shook his head. “Don’t worry about a thing, Harry. I’ll take care of everything. Go to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” Harry nodded and slipped into his room, crawling into bed and almost immediately passing out when he was in completely. The bed was simply to die for and was by far the best thing he’d ever laid on.
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“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN’T FIND HIM?!” a voice rang through the night as severely bad news was brought to the man that owned the voice.
“We can’t seem to find out who bought him and without that information we can’t determine where the boy is.” A second voice explained. Riddle threw himself into his chair, not a habit he was accustomed to as a noble, but the moment called for it. He’d paid extra money to have that boy auctioned in that particular house because almost nobody knew about it. And some stranger had to show up and buy his prize. “I want him found. No exceptions. I will have him. I don’t care who that man was, but he won’t get away with stealing my slave from me.” The servant nodded and quickly left the room as his master began plotting against the mystery thief. Dursley would, of course, pay for this as well. The man must have spoken to someone by accident as the man was no smarter than a sack of rotten potatoes. “I will have him.”
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Alright, how was it? Everyone like it? Hate it? Review, please! Let me know what you think. Sorry it was a bit late but I got it up anyways!
~Draco’s Pet
Return
Alright, here’s the third chapter to the story. Sorry it’s a little late. I hope you all enjoy it!
~Draco’s Pet
----------
It was far too much for the young boy in the tub to process at once. Not only was he free of his abusive uncle, but he was also the property of the Prince! Of all people to buy him at an auction in the most obscure place possible, the Prince happened to be there and purchase him. He couldn't fathom it. Harry was at a complete loss and merely sunk under the water to get his hair. It was pointless anyways. Trying to figure out what had happened within the past 8 hours was too much at once. When the raven haired boy poked the top half of his head out of the scented water, he spotted the soaps. He vaguely remembered the term as he scooted closer to them. The scents wafted over to him as a breeze rolled through the nearby open window. Harry decided upon the least scented one. He didn't want to smell like a girl after all. Even in the lower classes, they knew women were supposed to have some sort of sweet scent. Men were supposed to be musky. But, it seemed that poor Harry was to smell like lavender. He sighed and washed himself, rubbing the soap through his hair to get the grime out.
Bright green eyes closed as water came up to meet them. Harry was going under water to rinse his hair. He failed to note the blonde walking in. But not looking for the mass of black hair going under. Cerulean eyes widened when they noted that the hair in the tub was black and not blonde, completely opposite of the young prince the eyes expected to encounter. After all, it wasn't improper for a family member to speak with another while one was in the tub. Often times it was the most private of conversations, one could be free of the fear that another would listen unless invited. Robes swished as the figure turned and left just as Harry emerged from the water, making sure his hair was clean before using the coconut milk to make his hair soft. The poor boy didn't even know how he knew what was to be used and when, but he went along with it and didn't question it.
----------
Draco smiled as he found his father in the library, knocking and entering when beckoned. He bowed respectfully as he took his cloak off and handed it to the servant in the room, smiling softly as the servant rushed to hang his cloak in his room. He turned his mercury eyes to his father and strode to his desk, sitting on it when he reached it. "Father, I have made.... An unusual purchase... And before you chastise me about it and tell me how unwise it was, I want you to know why I did what I did. I went to an auction house..." the older Malfoy stared at his son, eyebrow quirking a little. Draco never went to an auction house. Ever. His son always found the process of yelling out bids and fighting others for an object unappealing and barbaric. He motioned for his son to continue, eager to hear his reasoning’s and excuses. "I purchased a slave. His uncle was abusive, and disrespected me. I made sure the money went right to the auction house and told them if I found out it went to the uncle in any way, I would shut them down. I just had to rescue this boy Fa-" "Boy? You bought a male slave? Draco, how many times must I try to ingrain in you that you need to produce an heir after taking the throne? You could have at least bought a female and created an illegitimate heir with her in case you never produce a male with your wife in later years."
Draco shut his mouth and looked away, standing slowly. "But father, I didn't buy him to sleep with him. I bought him to save him from what he was being subjected to." he breathed, bowing as his father motioned for him to leave. "Lucius! Lucius! There is a strange boy in our son’s bathroom using his bath!" "Go, I'll explain it to your mother." Draco nodded and bowed to his mother before leaving to find his little... No, not HIS anything! Just the boy he saved. His charge. Yes. Charge. That's all he was going to be.
----------
Harry didn’t know what to do with himself as he dried himself and pulled on the robes he’d pulled from the wardrobe, fingers dancing along the hem of one of the sleeves delicately. The fabric was the softest he’d ever had the pleasure of touching. He admired the detail in the embroidery, gently fingering the Gothic ‘D’ on the left of his chest. For some reason, he had to smile as a light blush adorned his cheeks. The velvet felt nice on his skin as he turned and looked at the Prince’s chamber doors, padding over slowly and quietly. He hesitantly opened the door, peeking inside before slipping through the door.
The room was immaculate. His eyes widened as he wandered deeper into the room, trying to take in everything there was to see. The ceiling was high, almost like a cathedral with all the arches and intricate carvings along the beams. The walls matched in their elegance, a dark stone being used to add an air of comfort, oddly enough. The dark colour made Harry feel at ease. There were a couple paintings, of which Harry didn’t know the names or the artists but they were breath taking. He wandered in farther and jumped when his foot hit something soft and furry. It was a pelt rug, but he had never seen an animal like it. Harry had only ever seen wolf pelts and bear pelts before. Never an animal that was bright orange and had black stripes littering its body.
He had a mini heart attack when he suddenly heard footsteps near the door to the room and immediately made a mad dash for the bed, hiding under it swiftly. He hadn’t even had time to admire the bed but he got a good look at the end of the bed sheets and the underside that was, amazingly, clean. He blushed as he watched feet toe themselves out of black boots, kicking them away before a white shirt dropped to the floor suddenly. Harry’s eyes widened as he watched as slim hands eased long legs out of the breeches, breath hitching as what was now a naked man wandered over to the wardrobe. Harry almost had an aneurysm as the man turned out to be the Prince. He should have shut his eyes but alas, poor Harry merely opened and closed his mouth as he admired the man’s body. He was… rather fit and well built he had to admit. But he’d surely be hung for watching the Prince from under his bed. How was he to return to his own bedroom?
----------
Draco sighed as he reached his bedchambers, stepping in and closing the door before he locked it. He really did have to start thinking about finding a wife and having children. But what if it wasn’t for him? What if he never found anyone to have children with? He groaned and rubbed his face, glancing at the doors to his left. A nice bath sounded nice. Speaking of which, where was Harry? He glanced at the doors to the bath chamber, toeing off his shoes before stripping the rest of his clothes off. He’d just throw on a robe and check on the boy. He sighed once more and padded over to the wardrobe, pulling out a silk green bathrobe as he wandered to the doors to the bath. He found it a bit more than odd that the doors were already parted slightly but ignored it and walked through the doors. There wasn’t any sign of the boy as Draco walked around, noting the slightly dried feet prints on the stone floor. Where could the boy have gone? He turned away from the window and just missed a rush of colour dashing past the window.
Harry had found out how he was going to return to his bedroom. The balcony was perfect for his escape. He sighed as he made it to his room, opening the doors a little forcefully as Draco opened the interior doors. The Prince blinked and Harry flushed.
“Is everything alright?” the blonde inquired as he made his way over to the other, concern clearly written all over his person.
Harry nodded vehemently and bit his lip. “Yes, I just… Forgot I’m afraid of heights?” he questioned himself. [i]Way to go… Heights? That’s the best you could come up with?[/i] Harry scolded himself before glancing at the rather breath taking view behind him.
Draco furrowed his brows. “Oh, I assure you, you’re quite safe from falling. The railing is high enough that you can’t fall off unless you were intentionally trying to fall.” He stated matter of factly, tying his robe properly before smiling at the other. “I’m going to take a bath and then I’ll give you a tour of the castle. Is that alright?” he asked, walking over to Harry to make sure he was alright.
Harry nodded again and blushed even more when he noticed Draco tying his robe tighter. “Of course.”
Draco smiled softly and nodded in return. “I’ll let you know when I’m finished and ready and then we’ll go.” He turned and left, slipping into the bath after taking off his robe and closing the door.
----------
Harry was completely taken aback by everything he saw on the tour with the Prince, unable to process much of anything at the moment. He didn’t know if he was on the first floor or the top floor at the moment. But it didn’t matter. Everything was simply gorgeous. Even the food was gorgeous as Draco treated him to lunch. The best lunch Harry had ever had the pleasure of eating in his life- A chicken dish with rice and a delicious marinade and sauce that practically melted in his mouth. He even licked his fingers clean. The boy was practically bouncing as Draco led him down a couple more corridors to show him the ballroom, where the Prince’s next birthday was to take place. He was also expected to begin courting at least one eligible woman that attended.
Harry had mixed feeling about this. It was expected of Draco to marry and produce heirs, but the boy shouldn’t have to do something so soon. He was only turning twenty soon and shouldn’t be expected to do anything just yet. He should be able to experience all that life has to offer and then look for someone to settle down with. Draco turned to Harry and smiled.
“Would you like to attend the ball? If you don’t want to, I understand. But I think you’ll enjoy yourself if you join in the festivities.” The blonde offered, smiling warmly as they made their way back to their chambers. The sun was halfway past the horizon by now, signaling the end of the day and time for sleeping.
Harry smiled and nodded, following after Draco as he played with the hems of his sleeves again. “I think I would. If you don’t think I’d be imposing. After all, I was my uncles slave for most of my life and now I’m currently yours. Won’t people talk?” he asked as they reached the doors, looking at Draco calmly. He knew that there would be a huge scandal about the two of them. Nobody went to an obscure auction house and purchased a male slave without revealing their identity on a whim.
Usually, it signaled that there was a sexual interest but Harry didn’t exactly know that little detail. Draco shook his head. “Don’t worry about a thing, Harry. I’ll take care of everything. Go to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” Harry nodded and slipped into his room, crawling into bed and almost immediately passing out when he was in completely. The bed was simply to die for and was by far the best thing he’d ever laid on.
----------
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN’T FIND HIM?!” a voice rang through the night as severely bad news was brought to the man that owned the voice.
“We can’t seem to find out who bought him and without that information we can’t determine where the boy is.” A second voice explained. Riddle threw himself into his chair, not a habit he was accustomed to as a noble, but the moment called for it. He’d paid extra money to have that boy auctioned in that particular house because almost nobody knew about it. And some stranger had to show up and buy his prize. “I want him found. No exceptions. I will have him. I don’t care who that man was, but he won’t get away with stealing my slave from me.” The servant nodded and quickly left the room as his master began plotting against the mystery thief. Dursley would, of course, pay for this as well. The man must have spoken to someone by accident as the man was no smarter than a sack of rotten potatoes. “I will have him.”
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Alright, how was it? Everyone like it? Hate it? Review, please! Let me know what you think. Sorry it was a bit late but I got it up anyways!
~Draco’s Pet
Return