The Beauty of Power

Alright, hopefully I\'ll get this up by the end of the week! I feel like I\'m on a roll now that my rp\'s are slowing down… I\'m giving you guys a treat though! For sticking with the story even though my updates aren\'t regular at all… I\'m going to give you why Mister Draco didn\'t exactly go to sleep when he got back from dinner… Oh he was thinking about their little bath together, but not exactly the way Harry was. And then we\'ll zoom over to Riddle and learn a little bit more about him. Enjoy!

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What had he been thinking? It had been highly irresponsible for him to have done! Or almost done… No matter how much he had wanted it at the time. Draco ran both of his hands through his hair as he stared up at his ceiling, breathing deeply. The more he thought about it the more he wanted it. Harry had been so adorable like that. The young prince closed his eyes and took a breath.



Harry\'s dark hair was fanned out around his head almost perfectly when Draco pinned him down playfully. His own white blonde hair- cut short in the back and slightly longer in the front- gently touched Harry\'s forehead. Draco\'s smile faded as he looked at Harry properly, watching the way his naked chest heaved slightly from the exertion of their rough housing, the way his heart pumped blood through the veins in his neck and made it seem to have a beat of his own. Something that made Draco\'s mouth water slightly and want to suck on that little flutter under his skin.



And that though had brought him to Harry\'s mouth. Lips slightly parted, pulled up into a happy smile. Draco wanted almost nothing more than to press his own lips against those full pink ones that belonged to his new charge. And then Harry spoke when he was not but a few inches away now. Though in this fantasy Harry hadn\'t spoken and instead had met Draco\'s seeking mouth with his own very eager and very willing mouth.

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In reality Draco squeezed his eyes a little, a hand snaking down his chest and into his pants. He ghosted his fingers over the tight blonde curls around the base of his length, carefully grabbing it and bringing it to full hardness as he continued his little fantasy the way he wished the actual event had played out.

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Draco released Harry\'s wrists and soon found himself being pulled closer, his tongue mapping out every surface of Harry\'s mouth as they kissed. The young prince\'s knees nudged Harry\'s apart and soon he was flush up against the other naked boy. His hands roamed as Harry arched for him, letting Draco\'s hands slide down his back to the curve of his rear. A pitiful little moan escaped the smaller man when Draco\'s fingers brushed against Harry\'s tight virgin hole.



Harry pressed back against Draco\'s seeking fingers, silently begging for them. In answer to it, Draco slide a finger into him, letting out a shaky breath when Harry moaned and wrapped his legs around Draco\'s waist, nails digging into Draco\'s back slightly. Draco gently picked Harry up and set him on his back on the side of the tub, moving between Harry\'s legs and licking at his erection, wiggling his finger around inside the young man.



As Harry arched and let out a soft cry, the real Draco cried out as well, climaxing into his hand and soiling his sleep pants.

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Poor Draco couldn\'t hold it in anymore, thinking about Harry crying out because of him was almost too much. Draco slowly opened his eyes, panting softly and slipping out of his pants and tossing them aside. Tonight, he\'d sleep naked!

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Riddle paced his study, glaring at everything that crossed his path as he paced. He had invested too much time and money into this boy to let him get away. He\'d find him and kill whomever had taken him away!



"Pettigrew! Get in here!" he snapped, sitting in his high backed leather chair, tapping his fingers agitatedly against the arm.



"Y-yes, my Lord?" a short, fat, balding man called, stepping into the study with his head bowed.



"Bring me that vile man that betrayed our agreement. That filthy traitor, Dorsey or Vermin… or whatever his name is."



Pettigrew nodded nervously and ran out of the room as quickly as he could while still maintaining respect- Not that he didn\'t respect his Lord. He just feared him almost more than he respected him. Shortly after Pettigrew left he returned with Vernon Dursley, the fat man was tied up and gagged.



"Ah, Vermin. I\'ll ask you once more before I kill you. Who. Bought. My. Slave?" the Lord fairly growled, standing suddenly. His eyes flashed and almost looked red in the candle light, teeth bared. His teeth were naturally eerily elongated and shockingly white. He cracked his knuckled and examined his nails while Vernon tried to articulate through the gag. Pettigrew untied the cloth and shoved Vernon forward.



"I don\'t know, Lord Riddle! I gave the boy to the auction house and let them take care of it! I told them that a man in heavy black robes was the intended and he had paid a hefty sum to be able to purchase him discretely! They must have thought he was you and handed him off no questions asked!" Vernon tried, "I don\'t know who bought him or where he came from! How was I supposed to know another wearing heavy black robes would come to the tiniest little auction house ready to pay a gross amount of money for the same boy?"



Riddle wasn\'t pleased with Vernon\'s answer and waved his hand. "How much money did he give you? Did he double the price of our deal? Did you meet anyone that would have paid that much?" he asked softly, trying to rack his brain for information that might help him.



"Nobody paid me! Only you! And I did exactly as you asked! The only person that came by that day was the Crown Prince. He didn\'t seem to like how I was treating him or some stupid such thing and then he rode off. I-" "The Crown Prince? How could you let this happen! It will take months to sort this out! Do you know what the Prince will do to me if he finds out why that boy was being sold in such a small house? And why nobody but myself was bidding so aggressively against him? Should he desire he could have people scour the land and find me so he… That is… IF he finds out."



Riddle looked at Vernon coldly and sneered. "Pettigrew! There are loose ends to be tied up." He said cryptically but you didn\'t have to be a mastermind to figure out what he meant.



Vernon\'s eyes widened as he stared at the Lord, struggling to free himself. "You can\'t do this!"



"I can and I will. Nobody will care about your passing." Riddle said offhandedly, writing down ideas about how to get Harry back in his clutches. He\'d get that boy back even if it was the last thing he did.

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I hope you guys liked it! I know, two updates in two days. Unheard of for me! Originally I was thinking about putting this chapter and the previous one together but decided to break it in two so there wasn\'t TOO much action in one chapter. That\'s reserved for when Harry and Draco actually hook up and what not. But, I hope you enjoyed it! next chapter: I haven\'t a clue... >.> I don\'t write outlines for my fics haha



~Draco\'s Pet



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