Yes, My Lord

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Title: Yes, My Lord
Rating: N17
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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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Harry found himself staring at his reflection in the mirror much the same way as he had that morning. This time, however, he wasn’t contemplating his image. His eyes still displayed his best friends sickly form. He felt helpless. He wanted nothing more than to go back in time before the battle to keep Ron from following him out onto the field. To keep everyone from following him. He should have thought more before taking action. Looking back now, he realized that he hadn’t been prepared enough. He rushed out without thinking of the possible outcome. His heart was heavy with guilt. Draco had been right. It was his fault. All those people had trusted him. They had given him their faith and he had failed them.

He loathed Draco all the more for showing him how wrong he had been. For using the people Harry had hurt as leverage to gain what he wanted. Draco had known he would do anything to undo the damage he had caused. And Harry had not let him down.

“Are you ready?”

Harry snapped out of his thoughts at the impatient drawl. He bought his gaze up to meet Draco’s in the mirror, standing casually in the doorway with his eyebrows raised. Harry had so many questions he wanted to ask but was afraid of the answers he would receive. That is, if he got them at all. Sucking up a bit of courage, he decided it wouldn’t hurt to try.

“Who else is down there?” He inquired quietly.

Draco blinked, not expecting the sudden question. “I honestly don’t know. However, I recognized quite a few people from our time at Hogwarts on my inspections. Don’t ask me their names. I wouldn’t remember them if my life depended on it.” He paused a moment then continued. “I can have a list drawn up for you tomorrow, if you’d like.”

Harry nodded, gratefully. “Is Hermione there?”

Draco seemed hesitant to answer but did so. “Yes.”

Harry’s face lit up at his reply and he spun quickly to face him. “Can I see her? Please. I’ve already said I’ll abide by your rules. I won’t ask for anything else.”

Draco smirked. “As much as I enjoy your begging, I’ll have to say no. I won’t allow you to go back down there for any reason other than to choose someone to extract your punishment upon, should you need it.”

Harry ignored the ‘punishment’ comment and bit his lip. “Then can she come up to me?”

“No. I told you while we were down there, you won’t be associated with the likes of them.”

His tone was final and Harry’s shoulders shagged. He looked up into the determined eyes, his own pleading silently for the other man to relent. “Please, Malfoy. What harm would it cause. I just want a bit of assurance. Just this once.”

Draco shook his head. “Even if I were to permit this, you would gain no assurances.”

At Harry’s imploring look, he sighed impatiently. “I’m sure you noticed there were three halls.” At his nod Draco continued. “The prisoners are separated by their blood status. Pure-bloods, Half-bloods, and Mudbloods. I took you through the Pure-blood section. If you were distressed from the conditions they were in, I want you to consider what treatments the Mudbloods are given. They are the lowest of the low, Harry.”

Harry’s gaze dropped to the floor. “Oh.” He should have thought of that, but again, hadn’t given it much consideration. “Will they receive medical attention like the others?”

Draco’s eyes narrowed and his lips thinned. “I have a feeling your trying to stall the inevitable.” Harry’s head snapped up and he shook his head in denial. Draco brought his hand up to stop any protests of the accusation. “No matter. Since you seem to enjoy inflicting yourself with emotional turmoil I won’t deny you of it.”

Draco moved from the doorway, to stand in front of Harry. He leaned down and placed his hands on the counter, trapping Harry in between it and his tall frame. “The answer is yes. I will be sending a mediwizard through their hall. However, I don’t think it will do much good. Granger is lucky, or unlucky, depending on how you look at it, to still be alive. Most Mudbloods don’t last a week down there, Potter. They are nothing more than practice victims for future Death Eaters and new recruits. I doubt very much that Granger was spared. Keep in mind, no mediwizard can help you if you don’t have the will to live, and I guarantee you, those who are still breathing are wishing they weren’t.”

Harry closed his eyes, wishing he had kept his mouth closed. His bothersome curiosity was causing him more problems than he cared for. He felt that embarrassing lump form in his throat again and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He would not cry in front of Draco again.

“Still want to see her?” Draco’s voice was soft but still held a mocking tone.

Harry shook his head, “No.”

Draco smirked. “I thought not. Now, lets go.”

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Draco listened to the soft footfalls trailing his own, assuring him that Harry still followed. Not that he needed to worry about him escaping, though. Harry had a tracking spell placed on him, and if you didn’t know your way around Riddle manor, you could be lost for days. He wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

He allowed himself a small frown as he walked. Since his first encounter with Harry’s new form this morning, he had to repeatedly remind himself that this man was, in fact, Harry Potter. It was hard to believe. Back at Hogwarts, Draco had tormented him every chance he got about how offensive his looks were. Trivial childlike insults, but true just the same. He wondered why Harry had picked those features for the glamour. They weren’t attractive in the least. In fact, why use a glamour at all? The man was stunning. Harry couldn’t be so blind he didn’t see that. He didn’t understand why Harry didn’t use it to his advantage. He could just picture the people fawning over the green eyed beauty. His fame would have escalated. Every witch and wizard would have wanted a piece of him, and not because of who he was, but because of the little bit of heaven they would have reached when touching him.

That was another thing that Draco pondered. How many people had known the pleasure of Harry’s body? He had heard rumors of the insatiable Harry Potter. The man who jumped from one bed to the other, devouring witch and wizard alike. But then, they were just that; rumors. There were no facts to back them up. Of course, rumors had to start somewhere so there must be some truth to them. Draco wanted to know how much. Harry had confessed earlier that morning that he didn’t place himself on the receiving end of male encounters but Draco pegged the smaller man a ‘try it once’ type of guy, so the chances of that arse being unused were slim.

Draco shook his head. For Merlins sake, he didn’t even know if Harry fancied men at all. The wizarding world held no qualms for same sex relationships but Draco had to consider Harry’s muggle upbringing. From what he knew of muggles, they didn’t share the same perspective. Not that it mattered, however. Harry may not enjoy other mens’ touch but he would enjoy Draco’s. No, if his plan worked, Harry wouldn’t just enjoy it, he’d crave it. He’d have Harry looking up at him with the purest love and adoration shining in those magnificent emerald eyes long before he gave birth to their child.

Draco’s body practically quivered with anticipation of that day. He could only imagine the boost of respect he would receive once everyone saw how he turned the fire spitting Harry Potter into a purring kitten at his side. If he could do that, then he could do anything, for he held no delusions of this being an easy feat. While he may have the small brunette temporarily subdued with the threat of harm to his friends, it would not last forever. Draco had to woo him. Charm Harry into falling in love him. He just didn’t know how to go about it. He’d already softened up a bit by giving Harry answers to his inquiries regarding Granger and offering a list of the prisoners names. It was a start and it fed Harry’s guilt as well but it was not the key to getting his plan in motion. No, the key would be how he treated Harry tonight. Their first time together. First impressions were lasting impressions, after all. Which was why he needed to know about his past relationships and sexual encounters. He needed to know his likes and dislikes. He was starting from rock bottom. If he had been given more time, he would have sent out scouts to dig up the information. Inwardly sighing, he decided he’d just have to run with it, confident that everything would work out no matter how it was done.

When they came to a halt in front of dark mahogany doors Draco turned to Harry and gave him a once over, making certain everything, from his hair to his robes, were in order. A smirk tugged on the corner of his mouth as he observed Harry’s colorless face.

“Before we go in, I’m setting a few rules.” He started briskly. “One: Do not speak unless I give you permission. Two: You may see people you recognize in there, people who you may not particularly like. Don’t try anything stupid. Should they over step their boundaries, I will deal with them. Three-”

“How many people are in there?” Harry interrupted.

Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He continued his cut-off sentence, purposely ignoring Harry’s question. “Three: Do as I say without hesitation and follow my lead.” He reopened his eyes to look down at the smaller man. “If you have any questions, save them until after we’ve retired to our chambers. Do you understand?”

Harry glared and nodded reluctantly. “I don’t see why-”

“Because I said so, Potter!” Draco snapped, finally growing tired of Harry’s endless procrastinating. “You’ll learn soon enough that when I tell you to do something, you’ll do it, without question. Keep in mind our discussion in the dungeons. I will punish them for your wrongs. We are not, nor have we ever been, equals so I advise you to stop acting as though we are. I am your Lord and Master and I will not tolerate your disrespect. Do you understand?”

Harry clenched his teeth together, stopping a heated remark from passing his lips. He wouldn’t give the other man any reason to harm his friends. He couldn’t. Not meeting Draco’s eyes, opting instead to stare at the bridge of his nose, he gave a short, sharp nod of understanding.

Draco gave his own clipped nod and said, “Good. Now lets get this over with.” He held his arm out for Harry to take. Harry’s face burned scarlet as his hand was placed in the crook of the other mans arm much the same way a woman’s would while being escorted.

The doors were pushed open to reveal a large dimly lit room that, in Harry’s opinion, held a depressing climate. His eyes swiftly scanned the room, taking in everything from the massive curtained bed, to the small group of people sitting comfortably on plush chairs in front of it. His gaze passed over each face and he unconsciously tightened his hold on Draco’s arm when he realized they were all members of the Inner Circle. People Voldemort considered his most loyal but Harry knew to be the most cruel. The ones who enjoyed torturing and killing innocents. To say Harry was terrified would be an understatement.

Draco lead him around the group and to the side of the bed, where Voldemort himself lay propped up with pillows. Harry inwardly smirked at the irony of it all. The old bastard had finally gotten a hold of him but wouldn’t live to see how his disgusting plan played out. The small brunette just hoped that when Voldemort died it would be slow and very, very, painful.

“My Lord, I apologize for our tardiness. A few issues needed sorting before we arrived.” Harry noted that Draco did not fall to his knees like all the other Death Eaters would have, but instead inclined his head lightly, never breaking eye contact with the expiring Dark Lord. Nor did he call him Master. Harry wondered briefly what type of relationship Draco held with Voldemort but pushed it away when beady, dull eyes landed on him.

Voldemort ignored Draco’s apologies and gave Harry a simpering look “Harry! How nice to see you. I must say, you’re looking exceptionally pretty today. Have you tried something new with your hair? You look like a new man.”

Harry glared and desperately wished for his magic back. Just enough to hex the arseholes balls off.

“Oh Tom, your decaying eyes must be playing tricks on you. I’m the same as I’ve always been. Although, I do feel a bit different. I feel so much more alive these days.”

Voldemort gave a high pitched laugh and Draco leaned in close to whisper in Harry’s ear, “Strike one, Harry. Keep your mouth shut or we’ll be spending our honeymoon in the dungeons picking out prisoners to celebrate with.” Harry grit his teeth together, his sight fixed to the floor.

The Dark Lords voice was full of amusement when it floated to Harry’s ears. “Yes, one probably would feel alive when they’ve just been informed of their soon-to-be motherhood.” A few chuckles were heard from the small audience behind them but were cut off when Voldemort turned his attention to Draco.

“I see no need for long speeches as everyone in this room knows what is to happen tonight. Do you have any objections to beginning immediately, Draco?”

With his eyes still trained on the floor, Harry heard Draco reply, “I’d prefer it done as quickly as possible, actually.”

There was no response to Draco’s request. Long moments of silence ensued and as Harry brought his head up to find out what was happening he found himself at the end if a wand. A thin gold stream of light shot out and wrapped around himself and Draco, encasing them in a large glowing bubble. Harry gasped as magic swooped over his body. The feeling of it sinking into his skin and traveling through his veins was so intense he had to lean into Draco for support in fear his legs would give out. It was a feeling he hadn’t felt in weeks. It felt so good. Every pore and nerve ending tingled with welcome. His eyes drifted shut and he sighed in contentment. Through his pleasure he could faintly hear someone speaking but couldn’t be bothered with listening to the words. Every now and then Draco would whisper words to him and prompt Harry to repeat them. He would in a trembling voice, not really caring what came out of his mouth, too caught up in the wonderful fullness tingling inside him.

He felt a large, smooth hand take hold of his smaller one. The instant they clasped together the bubble faded as did the magic. Harry’s eyes snapped open and he gave a quiet cry of dismay as he was once again left hollow. He turned to look at Draco who did nothing more than look down at him with one eyebrow raised in a very Lucius Malfoy manner. Harry fought down the sudden urge to cry. For a moment there he had thought he was going to get his magic back. For a moment he had felt whole again.

Harry was given no time to dwell on the retreating magic as there was suddenly a small jewel encrusted wooden box held open before them. Inside, laying neatly on a thin velvet cloth, were two very simple but elegant gold rings.

Draco reached out and grasped the larger of the two and placed it into the palm of Harry’s hand. In a voice that was so low it was barely audible he said, “Put it on my finger.”

Harry stared at the hand being held out expectantly. He was confused. While bonding ceremonies were the wizard from of marriage he had never seen rings used as the symbol of union. He’d seen necklaces, bracelets and the occasional brands but never rings. It seemed too muggle. He wondered if Draco even knew. Surely if he did he wouldn’t be using them.

He shrugged and placed the ring on one long, elegant finger. He would tell Malfoy all about muggle wedding rings later. Just to see the disgusted look on his face.

Harry watched absently as Draco took the second ring from the box and gently slid it onto his thin, lightly calloused finger. He gasped as a jolt of what felt like electricity bolted up his hand and settled around the ring. Harry snatched his hand out of Draco’s to cradle it against his chest. It didn’t hurt but the unexpected feeling had surprised him. He looked down at the offended limb and was surprised again to find the ring brightly glowing white. He curiously looked to Draco’s ring and found it to be glowing a deep shade of red. Harry turned his gaze up to his newly made husband hoping for some sort of explanation and was yet again surprised to see the pale face contorted into a look of complete and utter shock. Did Draco not know the rings would glow as they did?

Loud, boisterous laughter suddenly filled the room and Harry blushed and dropped his eyes to the floor. He didn’t know why they were laughing but he had the suspicion that it was aimed at him. Like an unsaid joke at his expense.

The noise must have snapped Draco out of his stupor because the next thing Harry knew he was jumping from the blondes angry commanding voice.

“Enough! If you can’t act like respected members of the Inner Circle I’ll have you stripped of your title and escorted to the dungeons for a permanent stay.”

The laughter abruptly stopped. Fingers clasped his jaw and brought his head up to look into smokey grey eyes that held a vulturous gleam.

“You are full of surprises, Harry Potter-Malfoy.” Draco whispered.

Harry opened his mouth to tell the idiotic man that no way in hell would he ever be a Malfoy, married or not. And what the hell did he mean, ‘full of surprises’? No words, however, had the chance to come forth, as warm, smooth lips brushed across his knuckles, lazily. His mouth snapped shut with a click and he stared wide-eyed as Draco gave him a small, genuine smile.

“You may stay for my initiation, if you’d like, or you may await me in our chambers.”

The combination of Draco’s silky voice and the thumb that was lightly tracing a vein on the top of Harry’s hand, sent a shudder through his body. What was going on? It was obvious he had missed something. Draco was acting odd. He was speaking to Harry in soft tones and treating him as though he were actually a treasured Life Mate. It was all too much for Harry and he had to take several deep breaths before speaking.

“I have a choice?”

Draco smiled again. “Of course. I won’t force you to stay if you don’t want to, Harry.”

Yep. Something was definitely up with Draco and Harry had every intention of finding out what. But it could wait until later. Right now he wanted as far away as possible from Voldemort and the Inner Circle.

Casting a quick glace over to the aforementioned group he looked back at Draco. “I think I’d like to leave.”

“Alright.” Draco nodded his head and walked him to the door where a house elf stood quietly waiting to escort Harry to his new rooms. “Have a bath and relax. Maybe a nap. Its been a long, tiring day for you, I’m sure. I’ll join you shortly.”

Harry narrowed his eyes but said nothing. He turned sharply and followed the elf out into the hall without a backwards glance to the rooms occupants.
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