The Right Choice

Harry watched on from his invisible vantage point accompanied by his silent shadow, Gregory Goyle. Boys were assembling, arranging themselves into a tight row. He couldn't see any of their faces but there stance told him a lot about them. Some of them looked nervous, trying to make themselves appear smaller, whilst others had an anxious cockiness about them, similar to that swagger that Draco used to have, but most of them showed fear, though whether it was fear of their future or fear of rejection he didn't know. He could see several fathers around the room looking out for their children, motioning for them to stand up straight or to not wring their hands. Voldemort stood and ordered the line to remove their hoods. The united movement must have been rehearsed as it was executed with almost military precision, but he guessed they must have trained for this for years, like Draco had been.

Voldemort stood up and walked along the line, every once and a while he would stop and linger for a moment, perhaps getting a better look, occasionally he would give a cheek a slight rub with his thumb. He reached the end of the line and Harry began to get worried. What if he didn't find whatever he was looking for? The boys below all looked pretty, why couldn't he just pick one! Would he keep Draco until he found one or would he just settle for someone less? He was a little shocked by how little compassion he felt for the children below. They knew what was going to happen, perhaps they hoped not to be picked, but they knew, They offered their bodies freely to evil to use anyway he saw fit and it would be their duty to accommodate anything he wanted and thank him for it.
Voldemort turned around and walked back along the row, his pace was getting quicker as he lost patience. Suddenly he stopped at a boy he had previously passed over. He looked closely at the boy, rubbing his cheek slightly and leaning down to whisper in his ear. The boy looked to be no older than 14, he had his hands in front of him clasping his thumbs together nervously. Voldemort took his chin lightly in his hand and forced him to look upwards.

"What is your name, boy?" Voldemort asked in low tones. The boy was stricken with terror, unable to speak a word. A man in the audience tried to get the boy's attention, he had an exasperated look on his face. Voldemort lifted his hand away, tiring of the game. This seemed to shake the boy awake.

"Artful, sire, Pyous Artful." Voldemort replaced his hand and gave a chilling smile.

"So he does have a voice. Sometimes fear can be quite fun to play with. I think i shall have great fun playing with you my sweet beloved." Voldemort raised his head but kept his eyes on the boy in front of him. "I have chosen" He declared, he leant down and kissed the boy's lips almost reverently. Harry looked up quickly to see Draco walking out from an unseen place. This was obviously a signal. Harry looked back to Voldemort only to see the boy was now naked, his robe pooled around his feet. He gapped slightly as he saw Draco approach, he was looking downwards, as if he was somehow unhappy to be giving up his position. Voldemort started again, ignoring Draco, transfixed on the boy "Look upon him, innocence and sweetness in such a lovely package. This will be the only time in his career that any of you will ever look upon his body. Memorise it and remember it as real beauty."

Harry watched the proceeding with interest as he saw Draco also bare himself to the world, picking up his robe from his feet and offering it with arms outstretched. "And here is my radiant beloved, a true beauty" his finger reached towards Draco's face. Voldemort lent down and kissed his neck and he fell to his knees, offering the robe to his lord. Voldemort took the offered robe and smiled. "He has served me well..." There was a short pause as once again that horrific smirk graced his cold lips, Harry could almost feel those words being directed at him. He saw now why he had been allowed to attend, to watch this farce being played before him. He was here to watch his soon to be husband's betrayal. "and is now free." Voldemort took hold of Draco's head and pulled him in for a searing kiss. Yes he had served his Master well hadn't he? He had handed him exactly what he wanted on a silver platter. Harry wanted to punch the wall in his frustration, he knew he was being manipulated but he couldn't tell by who. Voldemort let go of Draco before turning himself towards the shivering boy, draping the robe around his shoulders. Draco moved away, bowing his head and Harry was pulled away by Goyle to meet him in their room.

"Oh, Draco," Voldemort didn't look in his direction, intent on playing with the collar of his new pet. Draco looked up "Do stay for the festivities." he gave a covert chuckle as he pulled up the boy's hood. Draco bowed his head again, his arm placed across his chest, and retreated to the edge of the room to retrieve his black robe and a glass of champagne to toast his replacement.

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Draco removed himself as quickly as he was able. The Dark Lord seemed to have arranged things so that each time he attempted to depart someone else would draw attention to him and he would be forced to stay. It had now been over an hour since his position had been gratefully relinquished and he had finally managed to get beyond the door to the great hall. He had allowed himself a moment of grief for the young boy who had taken his place, but no more than he gave the slaves who populated the hareem. At least he had had a choice but he was so young that it can't have been much of an informed one. He moved quickly along the corridors with as much decorum as his haste would allow.

The room which had once been Harry's prison had now become theirs. He was allowed some freedom but Harry was to be confined until he had given birth. He had arranged for them to marry in a few days so that there was no way they could be separated. He wished he could give Harry a better ceremony, all his friends and family celebrating their union, but it was not to be. The Dark Lord would officiate and their only witness would be Greg Goyle and somehow he couldn't really picture the man throwing confetti. He had convinced himself it didn't matter, that as long as they were married that everything would be fine, but he wished that for just this once they could have something normal. He found himself in the room quicker than he had expected, having memorised the corridors over the days he had been separated from Harry, even if he had not been able to go in. He decided to go for a comical entrance hoping to defuse some of the stress and forced nature of the evening. Tonight he would make love to Harry, tonight they would conceive the child they were never to know.

"Honey, I'm home!" he announced as he threw the door open. "Are you ready and waiting for me?" he laughed and unbuttoned his top button. It was only then that he saw Harry. He almost laughed at the stereotype, Harry stood in the middle of the room, his arms crossed, an angry scowl on his face. "Let me guess you are gonna ask me what time I call this?" The joke was unfortunately lost in Harry who jus stood there.

"I saw you. You were leaving." Harry's voice was dry, trying to pull off cold unemotional but was cracking under the pressure. Draco walked over to him and swept him up into his arms. For that moment Harry felt whole again in a way he hadn't felt in so long. The doubts he had had for days seemed to melt away as strong arms encircled him.

"I'm sorry, so sorry. He wouldn't let me leave." he lifted up his head and Harry looked up at him. "It is all over now. There is only one more thing to do and then we will be free." he pulled the potion out of his pocket. He had prepared it in as much secrecy as he could, hoping to still protect the formula, he had failed at so much already. "Just one more thing and then we let nature take it's course." Harry stared at the glass vile as if it was about to come to life and bite him.

"It looks so harmless. Does it have to be tonight?" Harry hadn't looked away from the potion, still waiting for it to attack. Draco lifted up his chin to look into his eyes.

"Don't think about it, love. Just think about me." Draco took Harry's hand and pushed the vile into it. Harry opened his hand and took the stopper off the bottle. "Just think about me." Draco reiterated as Harry downed the contents.

"Tastes like ice." Harry commented still looked at the now empty vile in his hand. Draco lifted his head once again to look straight into his eyes, palming the bottle away from him and discarding it on to the floor. He rested his lips agains Harry's forehead, kissing it gently.

"And now the good bit. I love you so much, Harry." Harry lifted his face and stared into Draco's eyes. Harry's eyes betrayed so much, his love, his trust, that Draco couldn't cope with it. He decided instead to just kiss him.

Draco swiftly pulled their bodies together and gave him a long passionate kiss. Harry melted into his embrace all reluctance gone in favour of the sinful pleasure he received from just a simple kiss. He opened his mouth slightly to allow Draco's tongue to caress him. 'Don't think' he could do that, he could forget everything just to feel this. Draco fingers started work on the buttons of Harry's robe. It only took a few minutes before Harry was body was bared for him to see. He pulled back and let out a small gasp as he saw the perfection before him. Harry's body seemed to have only grown more beautiful in the time they had been apart. What had started out as a slim child's body had turned into the compact, muscular body of a warrior, perfectly tanned with light freckles splattered on his shoulders. Harry blushed under Draco's intense scrutiny and looked away. Draco lifted his head once again and gave him another passionate kiss as he unclasped his own robe quickly. He broke the kiss reluctantly before placing his hand carefully on Harry's cheek, stroking it slowly with his thumb, staring straight into his eyes.

"I love you. You know that don't you?" Harry nodded, smiling slightly. Draco pulled him slowly towards the bed before laying him down. Harry looked up at him, questioning his slowness, Draco was never known for his patience especially when it came to sex. "Shhhh, just enjoy this." Draco placed his hands over Harry eyes, shutting them then kissing each eyelid tenderly. He then moved his mouth down and began once again to kiss Harry, except this time there was no urgency, no lust but plenty of passion and love. Draco broke the kiss off leisurely, Harry's head rising to maintain contact before slowly falling back down on to the bed. Draco quickly made sure Harry's were still shut before kissing his chin, then his neck, working his way down Harry's upper torso. Harry gasped slightly as Draco reached his erect nipples. He smiled a little before licking one slightly. There was another gasp which was quickly rewarded by light suction. The care was repeated on the second nipple before carrying on his slow journey south. Harry's breath turned into a light panting and the only sounds he could make were small moans every time Draco hit a sensitive spot. Draco kissed Harry's hip before moving his head down his leg, kissing and licking as he went, driving Harry mad with desire. No sooner had Draco deposited a small kiss on Harry's toes then he started his journey back, up his inside leg. Harry's moaning was becoming more desperate as Draco drew closer and closer to Harry's centre. Reaching his target he gave the head a small kiss. Fluid oozed from the top in anticipation and Harry made the most glorious choking noise as he tried to keep his volume down to a minimum. Draco lifted his head slightly. "Just let go, Harry." Draco whispered just before he licked the entire length, bottom to top. Harry moaned at the top of his lungs and Draco rewarded him with another small kiss on the head of his swollen cock before lowering his head to kiss his balls, another moan, and then down to the hidden entrance he wanted so badly. This time Harry could hardly contain himself. He found his voice.

"Please." Draco laughed a little and moved on to his other thigh. He again started traveling lower, delightfully basking in the annoyed yet erotic sounds his lover was making. He gave the foot a small kiss before moving upwards once again. He hurried this time feeling his own longing and slowly losing his well maintained self control. Draco got back up to the slender hips, moving back towards the jutting erection. "Please, Draco." Draco lifted his head this time taking notice of the plea.

"Tell me what you want?" He only got a groan in response. "Do you want this?" Draco licked the underside of Harry's sweat glistening member. Harry gave an appreciative noise. "Or maybe you want this?" Draco said, grinning like a mad man as he moved lower to lather his tongue against Harry's balls. There was another happy groan. "Or maybe this?" moving his tongue once again to that puckered entrance. The groan this time was almost a scream. "I think I got it right that time." Draco looked up to see Harry's eyes were now screwed shut, trying to keep control over his body. He smiled gently before reaching into the picked opening, fucking Harry with his tongue. Harry thrust downwards against his lover's face, letting out a noise of desperation and passion. Draco moved his hand upwards to gently probe the hole with his finger, keeping his tongue moving inside the sensitive hole.

"Draco, I'm going to …" Harry was cut off and Draco pushed a second finger in. It was too much and Harry let go and covered his stomach in sticky cum. Draco moved back up his breathless lover. Harry was the picture of passion, his hair mussy, shining with a thin layer of sweat, his eyes not shut gently as he tried to regain some composure and his hands dusting the sheets, as if trying to keep him from floating away. Draco kissed him gently on the lips before reaching over to the nightstand for his wand.

"Harry, honey, open your eyes." Harry opened his eyes and smiled Harry before leaning up and delicately touched his lips to Draco's. Resting his head back down on the pillow he looked back up at Draco, for this brief moment seeing the lover he used to know, sensual, lustful, passionate. Draco lifted his had and quickly performed the charm he required. "Lubricous". His fingers were suddenly covered in the silky slick substance he needed. He slowly moved his way down Harry's body, his hand once again moved to his hole. Harry groan appreciatively as he felt the finger slowly delve into his tight muscles. Draco moved slowly, waiting for Harry to push back demandingly before he added a second finger. Scissoring them carefully to stretch him quicker, he hadded a third finger quickly as Harry became impatient.

"Please." Harry begged, his voice broken in the back of his throat. "Please, Draco, Fuck me? Make love to me again." Draco leant down beside his ear and whispered.

"You wish is my command." He slowly withdrew his fingers and spread what was left of the lubricant on to his stiff and weeping member. He positioned himself and slowly eased his way inside his lover. Harry moaned at the invasion, a steady burn being replaced quickly by the wonderful feeling of fullness he loved so much. Draco stilled himself when he was full sheathed, the tightness overwhelming him.

"Draco" Harry moaned, unconsciously flexing his muscles in impatience. Draco's head fell back as he was filled with ecstasy. Any control Draco had had was torn from him as he could do nothing but draw himself out before slamming his hips back home again. Harry screamed as his senses were overloaded, part in pleasure part in pain until the two mixed together seamlessly. Draco leant over Harry's body, clasping on his hips for leverage whilst Harry wrapped his arms around Draco neck and held on as he was thrust into the headboard. The harsh grunts from Draco blended perfectly with Harry's moans until they became as close in voice as they were in body, moving as one. Draco's hand moved to Harry's weeping cock and began to stroke it in time with his thrusts. The duel stimulation was too much for Harry and with one final scream of completion he threw his head back and came. Harry's muscles contracted almost painfully around Draco and with one final thrust he emptied himself into his lover with a cry. Draco collapsed on top of Harry, his breath coming in short sharp pants. Harry was no better, sweat and cum covering his body, sticking him to Draco in a gooey mess. Neither one of them could speak, neither of them wanting to, just living in that one perfect moment.
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Voldemort left the empty doorway, a smirk attached to his sunken face, after hearing the lovers scream in ecstasy. Everything was going according to plan now he could go and enjoy his new plaything.

A/N This chapter has probably had the least amount done to it in terms of adding plot line, I think mainly because I laboured with it for so long the first time. However, you would think that after taking such pains to make it perfect I would at least spell checked it for typos before I posted it! Honestly I want to hide my head in shame!