The Slave

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Chapter 6: Come along now…

Harry carefully pulled his pants up over his sore behind and around his straining erection. He was miserable. He wanted nothing more than to reach down and jerk himself off, but Draco had made it perfectly clear that that was not to be tolerated. The vibrator was wreaking havoc on him, pushing squarely into his prostrate and spreading and filling him deliciously. Once he got his pants on, Harry pulled his shirt on, then his robes. Now, just to bend over without hurting himself to put his shoes and socks on….

Draco was already dressed, sitting on a bench and watching Harry dress himself. An aroused shiver ran down his back as he watched Harry pull on his shorts and pants. He figured this would probably be Harry’s last erection of the night after coming so many times already, so he wanted to make the most of it.

When Harry was dressed, he stood there expectantly. Draco stood up from his place and approached Harry with a large smile on his face. He reached out and grabbed Harry’s crotch, giving it a good squeeze. Harry screwed his eyes shut and grunted.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” Harry said slowly, struggling to hold his orgasm off. Draco chuckled and led the way out of the locker room. As they crossed the school’s lawn, Draco delighted in telling Harry all of his plans for him.

“And then I want to tie you to the bed and lick your cock until you cry you’re so close. Then I’m going to-“

“Please stop! Please! I BEG of you!” Harry pleaded. Draco reached over and grabbed Harry’s arm, pulling him to a stop. He held on to Harry’s arm with the one hand, then reached up with the other and ran his hand through Harry’s hair. He watched the tremors pass through Harry’s body, the flushed checks, the lust-glazed eyes, and the quick breathing as the boy attempted to hold off his orgasm.

“OK,” Draco conceded. With an evil smirk, he pulled Harry’s head closer and kissed Harry passionately. He was happy when Harry pulled close and fell enthusiastically into the kiss. He smirked as he felt Harry’s hips thrust into his own. Soon Harry was flat out humping Draco. As much as Draco was loving it, he couldn’t allow it to continue and encourage Harry to disobey him. A well placed swat to the bum brought Harry out of his daze and the kiss.

“That’s enough of that, pet. Come on, let’s get back to the castle.” The two walked the rest of the way in silence. Draco was hyper and in a mood to play, but Harry was struggling to focus on anything other than the vibrating plug that was tormenting him so. Once they were back in the castle, Draco lead the way to one of the smaller corridors.

“D-Draco? Where are we going?” Harry asked in a strained voice.

“Well, Pet, you didn’t eat lunch or dinner, and I know that for a fact, and I doubt you ate much for breakfast. We’re going to get you food,” Draco explained, an evil look in his eye.

“Draaaco, I, I can’t wait that long. Please, I’ll eat later, but please!” Harry begged in a whisper. Draco pretended to think about it for a minute.

“Ummm, no. You have to eat and you’re not allowed to cum until you have. Now come along so that you can eat something and we can be on our merry little way.” Harry gave Draco a miserable look before continuing on down the hallway towards the painting of fruit.

Once inside the kitchen, Dobby came running over, ears flapping merrily as he literally shook with excitement from the prospect of doing something for “Mister Harry Potter Sir!!!”

“Dobby, Harry hasn’t eaten all day. Bring him something hearty to eat and bring me some scones and jam please,” Draco ordered the happy little elf.

“Of course, sir, ANYTHING for Mister Harry Potter, Sir!!!” He gushed before scampering off to bring them the requested items. Draco directed Harry over to a table in the corner of the kitchen, set up for the students who found their way down there.

“Here, Harry, have a seat,” Draco ordered, pushing Harry roughly down onto the seat in question. Harry yelped and started panting harshly as the plug was shoved more firmly into him, now pushing even further into his sweet spot. He gripped the table in a vice like grip and struggled to think of something else other than the desperate need to cum. Draco rubbed his back, shushing him gently until Dobby returned.

“I is having your food, sirs! Oh! Master Harry! Is you being ok!?” Dobby squeaked.

“Harry is fine, Dobby. He just isn’t feeling too well at the moment. Thank you for the food, you may go now.” Dobby gave Harry a worried look before going back to his work, looking periodically over his shoulder to make sure that his favorite person in the entire world wasn’t about ready to die on him.

Draco sat down opposite Harry and sorted their food out for the poor boy. Dobby had brought over a thick stew with lots of vegetables and beef in it and a bread-bowl to serve it in for Harry and the scones for Draco. There was also a tray of fruit for the two to share and a large pitcher of pumpkin juice. Once he had sorted everything out, he told Harry to eat in a stern voice.

“I-I don’t kn-now that I can!” Harry gasped. Draco just looked at him for a moment.

“Harry. First of all, this isn’t a negotiable. We have a lot of training to do, Harry. By the time I’m done with you, it’ll be nothing for you to wear a plug three times that size all day, pushing into your sweet little ass, and function normally without an orgasm. All I’m asking you to do today is eat. Now, I am willing to offer a deal. Either eat your food and wait like you’ve been told, or, you can ask Dobby to come over here and remove the plug and then jack off right here with a little audience. You’re choice, really,” Draco offered with a smirk that would have put Salzaar himself to shame.

“Not much of an offer,” Harry grumbled before shakily picking up his spoon and feeding himself some of the stew. Draco chuckled and returned to his scones.

By the time the boys had finished their meal, Harry was struggling with the challenge to not cum. He was thinking of every horrible thing he could possibly fathom in order to keep himself from blowing up, even Voldemort in a g-string wasn’t helping though. He was grateful when Draco came around the table and helped him to his feet and guided him out into the corridor. They made it to the entrance hall before Harry knew for a fact he wasn’t going to make it.

“D-D-Draco! Pleeeeeeeease! I’m going to cum, oh my God I’m going to cum!” he started panting. Draco grabbed him more firmly and led him into an empty classroom down the hall. He was glad that no one seemed to be in the hallways as they would probably think he was killing their savior. Once in the classroom, Draco pushed Harry down onto the teacher’s desk and started to rip open his pants. Once he got the belt undone and fly open, he yanked them down to Harry’s ankles. He then reached into his own pocket and fumbled around for something, anything. He pulled out a rubber band from a deck of cards he had been carrying around earlier. He quickly transfigured it into a cock-ring and firmly put it into place at the base of Harry’s throbbing dick. He then looked over Harry’s clothes and found a loose string. Ripping it out, he transfigured that into a long silk cord which he used to tie tightly around Harry’s cock and balls, forcing the latter down and away from Harry’s body. Once that was done he pulled out the plug and returned it to its original state, shoving the washcloth into his pocket. Now, with Harry unable to cum for the moment, he pulled away.

“I’m going to be a Transfiguration Master before all is said and done. Put yourself back together,” he ordered. Harry shakily got up off of the desk and put all of his clothes back to rights, still miserable.

“Come on, back to the snake pit we go,” Draco ordered, leading the way out of the room. Four Hufflpuffs chose that moment to walk past, giggling madly when they saw the two boys stepping out of the classroom. Draco started yelling as though the two were in the middle of one of their epic battles and Harry tried valiantly to keep up. The girls moved a little faster down the hall when Draco pulled his wand, getting ready to throw hexes at his rival. Once the girls were gone, the two boys laughed, Harry a little shakily, and kept walking towards Slytherin.

Once in the dungeon, Draco stuck his head into the common room to see who all was there. It was pretty full and he wasn’t sure how he would sneak the Gryffindor into the room. He thought about it for a moment before making a decision.

“Get behind the tapestry,” he ordered, pushing Harry as he said it. He then strode into the common room and right up to his room, acknowledging those who deserved his attention and ignoring the rest in true Malfoy fashion. In his room, he went to his chest and started digging around. Blaise chose this moment to walk into the room to retrieve his charms homework.

“So Draco, what are you looking for?” he asked the blonde.

“None of your concern, Zambini.”

“Oh really? Does it have anything to do with our favorite bed-headed boy wonder?” he asked. He then chuckled merrily at the blush that started creeping across Draco’s face.

“Do you have a plan to get him in here without half the house knowing he’s here? I’m sure they wouldn’t mind, but it’s probably for the best they’re left in the dark for a while.”

“I’m perfectly well aware of that, thank you very much. There it is!” Draco crowed, pulling out a small vial. Inside was a purple liquid with pink fizz gathering at the top. “Now, I would kindly thank you to get out.” With that, Draco tried to just walk past Blaise with his nose so high in the air it was a miracle he didn’t trip. Blaise reached out and grabbed him, stopping his progress out of the room.

“Draco, I wanted to talk to you about, well, about certain Gryffindors.”

“What about them?”

“He’s giving Harry a hard time over this, isn’t he?” Draco was quiet for a moment.

“Hard time is putting it mildly. He’s trying his best to make Harry’s life miserable, make him feel guilty for what he is, for us.”

“Isn’t Granger doing anything to stop him?” Blaise asked.

“No, everyone appears to just be letting him have free reign until things blow over. Oh I’m sure he’s been talked at, but that has never done that imbecile any good,” Draco explained.

“Well, maybe a few ‘Slytherin wiles’ are in order to mend Mr. Weasley’s ways.”

Draco smirked at his friend. “I’ll see you later.” With that, Draco exited the room, purple vial in hand.

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Harry stood in the hallway, miserable as all get out. His arse felt miserably empty after having that plug in for so long and his cock ached with the need to cum, a condition his pants weren’t helping with at all. He found himself unconsciously bucking his hips, causing a delicious friction between him and the tapestry. He started to whimper quietly, enjoying the feel of the heavy fabric moving across the straining tent in his pants, when the tapestry was roughly jerked aside.

“I feel I should warn you, Harry, Professor Snape doesn’t like it when people get ‘juice’ on the tapestries. Besides which, I don’t think that your arse can handle another whipping, which is exactly what will happen if you cum before I say you may.”

Harry groaned again, trying to force himself to stop his humping. He could feel it, he was close, really close. He felt Draco put a vial up to his lips and he drank it down without thinking.

“Come on Harry, let’s get you inside,” Draco cooed, gently taking Harry’s arm and leading him to the portrait. Once there, he let go of Harry and told him to stick close. The two young men walked into the common room, and once again Draco nodded his head towards those he owed acknowledgement to, but otherwise made a beeline for his room. Once again he allowed Harry to close the door to the room and then warded it. He then went back to his trunk and pulled out another vial and told Harry to drink. Once done, he gently led Harry to the bed and helped him lie down and undress. Once Harry was on the bed, Draco went back to his trunk and pulled out a small wooden chest. Harry was too preoccupied to even notice what Draco was doing. Draco sat the box down on the bed by Harry and pulled out four long silk scarves. He then tied Harry up tightly so he was spread-eagle on the bed. Harry, for his part, was finally starting to clue-in to what was happening to him.

“D-Draco, what are you doing?” Draco was at the moment studying Harry’s cock quite closely. He gently ran a finger over the soft, feverish skin. The cock ring and silk had cut off enough circulation that Harry’s cock was an angry red going purple and obviously is desperate need of relief. Harry’s question reminded Draco that there was a person on the other end of that beautiful cock, a person who probably didn’t need to be seeing what was coming up next. Draco reached back into the box and pulled out another long, black silk scarf and crawled up Harry’s body, kissing every inch of skin he encountered and taking a few extra moments to stop and suck on the dark nipples he encountered. Harry squirmed and moaned deliciously, trying to thrust his hips in search of friction that wasn’t coming. Draco took the scarf and tied it around Harry’s eyes, plunging him into darkness.

“Don’t worry, Harry, soon. I promise.” He then crawled back down Harry’s body and went back to inspecting his dick. Draco slowly dragged the flat of his tongue up Harry’s shaft, then pointed his tongue to tease the tip. He loved the feel of silk, skin, silk from the binds and the undulations in the skin caused by them as well. Harry bucked his hips as hard as he could, causing Draco to grab them and push them down onto the mattress. Once he was sure Harry’s hips weren’t going anywhere, Draco swallowed Harry’s cock whole. The young man let out a wail of desperation and ecstasy from the hot wetness surrounding his poor aching member. Not being able to see and not being able to move heightened the sensations, making Harry all but weep from the pleasure. He wanted more, so much more. All would be perfect if only his arse didn’t feel so empty! His arse hurt from just the thought that there could, no, SHOULD be something there. He desperately tried to move, then shrieked as he felt a single finger barely touch his entrance. Suddenly, there was nothing, just the binds on his extremities and his cock.

Draco pulled away, his own cock aching with need by this point. He was sure that Harry couldn’t last more than a few more minutes. In fact, he was surprised he’d lasted this long. Draco had to admit he was a little disappointed that he didn’t get to dole out some more punishments, but decided that what Harry had already been through was enough for now. He went back to the little wooden box and looked around inside. The box was small on the outside, but the inside was charmed to grow as his collection of toys grew, and as the toys themselves grew. After rustling around in the box for a few moments he found what he was looking for. A soft ramp with Velcro straps on the sides.

Draco quickly untied Harry and guided him to the wall, telling him once again to stand in the corner and wait. He watched Harry struggle for a few moments with standing still, then went back to setting up the bed. He put a sticking charm on the ramp and stuck it to the bed after throwing the sheets aside and piling the pillows at the lower end by the head of the bed. Once that was done he got Harry back He made Harry lay down on the ramp, positioning his poor abused arse in the air. He then strapped Harry’s wrists to the top two corners, putting them about even with his chin, and his ankles to the back two, forcing him to spread his knees. He adjusted Harry’s cock to point straight down along the steep end of the ramp. Draco then quickly removed his clothes then climbed onto the bed with his wand in hand. He slowly pushed his leaking cock into Harry’s body, causing the boy to wail and undulate on the ramp.

Once Draco was completely seated inside Harry, he pointed his wand at Harry’s dick and lent over the whimpering young man.

“Cum.” With that order, he used his wand to release the ring and silk from Harry’s genitals and went to town, thrusting as hard and deep into Harry’s arse as he possibly could.

As soon as the restraints were gone, Harry came harder than he could ever remember. He screamed as the feeling of sheer pleasure swept across his body, causing stars to dance before his eyes before his vision went completely white. Soon, all he was left with was the amazing feeling of Draco fucking him as though it was his last act here on Earth. Harry wished he could get hard again, but it just wasn’t in him. Luckily, with the rate that Draco was going he couldn’t last long. He soon found his own release, filling Harry’s arse with his cum.

Draco collapsed on Harry’s back, both of them panting madly. Once he had got a second wind, Draco hauled himself up and cast cleaning charms on both himself and Harry. He then got off the bed and just stared at Harry for a moment.

“This ramp might need to become a permanent part of our playtime,” Draco commented.

“I could agree to that. Now, could you untie me? My hips are starting to cramp.” Draco laughed at his hapless lover and untied him.

“You know, I should just leave you tied up for a while. Punishment for complaining so much. You’re just lucky that I’m a kind and generous master,” Draco said, making sure to sound as haughty as he possibly could. Harry laughed at Draco’s antics as he kicked the ramp out from under him and flopped down on the bed. Draco picked up the ramp and other toys and put them back in their box, then he returned the sheets to the bed and closed the curtains around his very naked Harry. Once that was done he grabbed his robe and put it on so he could go take down the wards from the door. As soon as he did three of his roommates came tumbling in, grumbling about horny buggers and getting their own room. They all made a point to say hi to Harry as the passed Draco’s bed. Everyone, even Draco and Harry, laughed when Harry replied with a very weak-sounding, breathy “hey” of his own from behind the curtains. Draco went to the bed then and crawled in, making sure to make a big show out of throwing his robe out of the bed, which was answered with a chorus of cat-calls. Draco put silencing charms on the curtains and the bed then curled under the covers with Harry.

“How do you feel?”

“A lot better than I did this morning.”

“I’m glad to hear that. So, what did we learn today?” Draco asked.

“That I need to tell people where I’m going.”

“And?”

“*sigh*, that I need to trust people and talk to them. And that you’re a sadistic bastard.”

“That’s right. Poor Harry, has to stop being a lone wolf,” Draco teased, gently running fingers through Harry’s wild mane, then kissing Harry softly.

“You have a thing for my hair, don’t you?” Harry asked against Draco’s lips.

“Yes!” Draco smirked as he messed Harry’s hair up even more. Both boys laughed, though Harry’s turned into a yawn. “You’ve had a busy day, Harry. Go to sleep. We’ll play more in the morning.”

“Mmk…” Harry mumbled as he drifted off to sleep….

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Draco had just left to get Harry out of the hall, leaving Blaise to think over what he’d been told about the situation with a certain weasel. Blaise loved Draco like a brother and had to admit that he really enjoyed Harry’s company. This all equaled out to a ‘you mess with them, you mess with me’ attitude in Blaise. He grabbed some stationary out of his trunk along with his charms homework and went down to the common room. He had no desire to get kicked out by a horny Draco. He then settled down into Draco’s throne, sure that Draco wouldn’t be using it that night, and pulled out his stationary. He thought for a few moments before he actually decided on what he should say.

Quickly, Blaise scribbled out a note then tucked it away in a deep pocket of his robes. Looking at his watch, he saw that he had about half an hour before curfew, enough time to make it to the owlry and back. He jumped up, leaving his charms homework in the chair and ran out of the room.

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Hermione was sitting on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, a book lying open on her lap as she watched Ron and Neville playing chess. This was about the most anyone had interacted with Ron since that morning when he’d given Harry such a hard time, even though no one knew why, they just all accepted that it was Ron’s fault and Harry was just a poor victim. As Hermione watched the two boys play, she let her mind wander. He had to ask herself a very serious question: how did she feel about Ron? She loved him, yes, but was it love love, or just…love? She tilted her head to the side and examined the red-head for a moment. He was good-looking, there was no question there. In fact, she had to say he was quite handsome.

“Neville, I don’t know why you even try. You can’t beat me. You should just forfeit the game and crawl back to the greenhouse.”

There, all illusions shattered. Ron was quite handsome, so long as he kept his mouth shut. Hermione turned her attention to Neville. Poor Neville. That’s how everyone thought of him. In the moment, he seemed the very definition of “Poor Neville.” He was blushing, stammering to come up with a come-back for the insult he had just been delivered. He was wearing nice pants and a blue button-down shirt, both covered in dirt from getting distracted by working in the greenhouses. His hair was a little messy, but just enough to be endearing. Really, Neville wasn’t bad looking either. He was just a different type of good looking than Ron was.

And he was humble. His grades in potions had skyrocketed lately thanks to his “detentions” with Snape. Neville had just confided to Hermione a week prior that his detentions with Snape did not get put on his record as detentions and that Snape actually took the opportunity to teach Neville the potions they had been learning that day. In spite of his improving grades, he didn’t say a word to anyone. And his knowledge in herbology! He was brilliant, in fact he probably knew more than Madam Sprout knew, but he would never speak out of turn, never offer information, never force himself on struggling students, and now that he was an apprentice for Madam Sprout he didn’t even offer to answer the questions in class. Hermione wished she could be that way with her knowledge, but she always felt she had something to prove. She had discussed it once with Neville, her need to impress people with her knowledge. He had just been quiet for a moment then said that it made perfect sense because she really did have something to prove. As a muggle-born, she needed to prove her worth to a world that still struggled to accept muggle-borns as equals.

There was no doubt, when comparing Ron and Neville, Neville was by far the better person. But Hermione didn’t love Neville any more than she imagined loving a brother would be like. He was adorable, kind, and someone to talk to. Either one of them would bend over backwards for the other, but she wouldn’t date him or anything.

So what was the point of this train of thought? Hermione wondered. She decided that her mind wandered like it did because her mind was trying to prove a point. There were better people out there, people more suited to her needs, than Ronald Weasley….

At that moment, an owl flew into the room, interrupting Hermione’s thoughts. He landed on Hermione’s shoulder and offered his leg with a scroll tied to it. Hermione gently untied the string and patted the owl. It ruffled its feathers and took off back to the owlry. Hermione smiled at Ron and Neville as they turned from their game to see what was happening. Taking her smile as a sign that everything was alright, the boys went back to their game. Hermione looked at the scroll, trying to figure out who sent it without opening it. It was fine parchment, tied with a beautiful ribbon. Someone with money. A Slytherin most likely because of the green ribbon. She pulled the ribbon off and found a seal under it. A highly stylized ‘Z’ was impressed into green wax. Z…

Hermione broke the seal and read the letter:

Granger,

I know that you and I haven’t had much interaction in our years here at Hogwarts, and what interaction we have had wasn’t exactly good, but I’d like to think we could put aside our differences for the good of our mutual friends.

I know I don’t have to tell you that Ron’s behavior towards everyone’s favorite Gryffindor has been nothing less than abysmal. I believe that perhaps a lesson is in order? If you agree, and are willing to work with me, please meet me in the library tomorrow at the tables in the potion section at 3:00.

Blaise Zambini
Zambini Heir, Last of the DeWit line, Heir to the Ring of Power, Keeper of Draco’s shoe polish, Holder of all things Dark and Scaly, Tormenter of Hufflepuff First Years, and Wearer of Unicorn-Ridden Boxer Shorts

Hermione blinked at the signature line before breaking out in a fit of laughter.

“Oi, Mione, what’s in the letter?” Ron asked. Hermione waved a dismissive hand in his direction.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just from a friend.” Ron shrugged and went back to his game. Hermione looked at the letter again and thought about the suggestion. Ron was a prick, but she wasn’t sure he needed to be ‘taught a lesson,’ just time and space to grow up a little bit. She was sure he’d eventually grow out of this behavior he was prone to, and for now all he needed was space.

“I win! In your face, Longbottom! I told you you couldn’t beat me! Not in a million years! I AM the all-out best chess player EVAH!!!!” Ron crowed. Hermione sighed and pulled out her date book, making sure 3:00 was clear for the next day.


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I apologize for any OOCness in this chapter in Ron, it just makes the next chapters easier.

So, I must tell you why this is so late. My computer died. So, the only computer I had I was sharing with mom and, even though I’m adult, there are certain addresses you don’t want your mom seeing pop up in the address bar. But now I have my own computer (though not my old one which has been completely cleaned out and is now being used by my mom with the warning that it will never be reliable again), and so the updates are coming. Unfortunately they will not be coming as quickly as I like because I am currently working on my senior capstone for college and so that must take the front burner.

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