Bring Me Draco

After a short nap, Amy woke and stretched. Glad to be in the comfort of her own bed once again, but now her Master and love was missing. Yawning a little, she stood and crossed to the small connected bathroom.


A long hot shower was sounding like the best thing in the world to her at the moment. It didn't take long for her to be standing beneath the warm spray of water, her mind still going over everything that had happened.


Closing her eyes the memories flashed back to her, her father's death with Morsmordre floating over her house, then how she learned to be animagus years later. That form led her to her next set of memories from cages, boxes, traps and dungeons where she was often tortured by whomever called themselves her Master at the time.

Harry was still down in the dungeon talking to Charlie. "You can stop with the whining Charlie; you had to figure your parents would be mad at you and your brothers. What made you think that you would have it easy, just because you brought back the love of my life? Just because you didn't take her, doesn't make you any less guilty. Now, maybe you can tell me how you and Amy knew each other in Hogwarts, she would have to be older than me."


Charlie knew right there that Harry knew nothing about 'the love of his life’.

Amy's flashes only got more violent as her shower turned cold. She was finally at the point where Albus Dumbledore had bought her. Not long before his death. She would always regret not being able to tell him who she truly was. It was too dangerous around him and she had known it. It was too dangerous even with Voldemort just being back for her to have told anyone. That was until Harry came to be her Master. Standing up in the shower she shivered softly before turning off the water and wrapping herself in a nice warm towel.

Charlie finally looked Harry in the eyes, and with a calm but deadly voice said, "Amy and I were lovers. We were in the same year, but when her father was killed, she left, and I didn’t see her again until just recently. I've heard that she trained herself to be an animagus, and that she was bought by Albus and all I could think was she was going to be abused just like my Mistress. I had to talk to her when Blaise brought her to the castle, I had to stay with her, to tell her that I loved her, then finally I had to bring her home, but if I don't return Mistress will come looking for me."

She padded into her room to get dressed once again. It felt nice to have her jeans and a t-shirt once again. Though she is NO muggle, she did love their clothing. Wrapping her arms around herself she sat back down on the bed, wondering what Harry was doing for all this time. Calling for a house elf, she learned that her loves were in the dungeon talking. Biting her lip she quickly made her way through the castle, past other followers who made their heartfelt thanks that she was home again. She could only wonder what was being said and done down in that dungeon. Though she had made Harry promise no harm would come to Charlie, she knew that he couldn't always control himself.

Harry couldn't believe he didn't know anything about her. Albus hadn't told him anything; of course he was told that Albus didn't know Amy was an animagus. He was wondering if Albus never touched her, he was beginning to second guess Albus, he hated the feeling he was feeling now, he wanted to punch Charlie, he wanted to punch anything, maybe even the first person who walked through the door.

Making her way to the dungeon she gave another shiver, not only from the cold, but the memory from earlier when she had been chained in a dungeon as a play toy for rich Pureblood kids in France. Reaching out for the door she took a deep breath before opening it. Stepping in the room she saw Charlie's face. Her heart broke at such a sight.

Harry was so ready for a fight, but the first person to come through the door was Amy. She didn't even look at him, she looked right at Charlie. The one person he loved the most was more concerned for Charlie, and not him. He felt betrayed and alone.


"There she is, the love of our lives. Tell me Amy, was I your first or was it Charlie?” Harry's face was red, and his hands were all balled up. He turned and punched the wall. "Tell me Amy. Now."

Her eyes turned to Harry, barely able to catch his anger and betrayal in his eyes before he shouted at her. Gasping softly she backed into the wall, Harry's fist punched near her head.
"Harry, what do you mean? What are you talking about?" Nearly in tears again she looked between her loves.

"Charlie said you two were lovers in school, I thought you were more my age. The age doesn't matter, but I thought I was your first. Who was it, me or Charlie?” Harry knew he was scaring her, but he couldn't help it, he was scared himself. "I think we need to talk, you need to tell me about your past. Did Albus try anything with you?"

A tear slipped down her cheek as she listened to his words. Her eyes looked once again over at Charlie. "First love?" she asked softly. Her form started to gently tremble as she knew that he was more than angry and hurt. It was in his voice and his eyes. They were a green she'd seen MANY times before but never directed at her.

Harry turned to one of the lesser guards that stood just outside of the room that Harry was talking to Charlie in. “I don't want this man leaving this room, he is to be considered dangerous, also no one is to go in until I return, is that clear?" The young guard nodded his head yes, and then stood aside so Harry and Amy could leave.


All Harry could think about was being lied to. He came to realize that it was Albus who lied to him first, and then it was Amy, the love of his life. He was going to get to the bottom of it; she was going to tell him, tonight.

Biting her lip as she heard Harry bark out his orders to the guard she lowered her head a little as she followed Harry out of the room.


Giving a little sniffle her hand rose to brush the remnants of tears from her face. "Harry, please, talk to me," she pleaded softly with him, her voice still wavering a little as she walked behind him.

Harry didn't say a word until they stopped in front of his bedroom. Before he opened the door, he looked into her face. ‘It's such a lovely face, she shouldn't be crying,’ he thought. He knew he caused the tears, he also knew that he would make them stop. Opening the door, he waited until Amy went in.


"Sit down on the bed Amy; get comfortable, this is going to be a long night. I want to know everything you know, or can remember. Please stop crying, I can't stand it, seeing you cry, it breaks my heart. You mean a lot to me. I promise whatever you say to me now, it will never change."

Stepping into the room she nodded at his command and sat down along the bed. Her hands rested in her lap as she listened to him. Raising her head as she heard his words, she bit her lip to stop the tears. She knew that it was she who broke her Master's heart. Nodding slowly she stood up and crossed to him, her hands took his own. A small glow enveloped their joined hands and her eyes closed. She was allowing him to see her memories. All of them. All the torture, pain and heartache she had dealt with.

The tears that were threatening to spill over Harry's cheeks, rolled down in big fat tears, he couldn't believe this small young woman was so strong. He thought it just one more reason to kill Voldemort, not just kill the son of a bitch, but to make him suffer, just like his Amy suffered. He had no doubt that if Albus hadn't found him, he would have tortured Amy too, but Albus had to be under some sort of spell, there was no way he could have done anything like that willingly.

Opening her eyes she looked at Harry. Seeing those tears streaking down such a strong and handsome face, she leaned forward to kiss the tears away. "Don't cry a tear for me my love; I'm still here and with you." With a slightly firmer grip on his hand she pulled him a little closer to her form.


"You never answered my question before, but, I will tell you that I did love Charlie first. He was my friend, boyfriend and everything. But he never told me that he loved me back and I gave up the hope of loving anyone until I met you, until you showed me such kindness and love."

Harry didn't know what to say. He just let Amy kiss him and comfort him. Harry reached up to put his hands at her hips and pulled her to him and rested his brow against hers. "I guess I know how you feel. Ginny was my first love, but she never really loved me, Draco was her first. Now I have you. I want to make love to you now, but I have to deal with Charlie, what do you want me to do with him? Do you want me to meet with Mistress Padfoot? I will do anything you want me to do. Ahhh fuck it, let’s make love right now."

Nodding slowly, she did indeed know how he felt, however she knew now that Charlie loved her back. "Charlie does love me, but he belongs to Mistress Padfoot." Biting her lip she then chuckled softly at his last sentence. "Eager much love?" she teased as she moved to put herself flush with Harry's tall, slender and yet oh so muscular form. "I want you to meet her, get things straightened out and the both of you can go after Voldemort"

"Will you tell me what was in the pensieve, or should I wait to have her tell me?" Harry had Amy backed up against the wall, slowly unbuttoning her shirt, and nipping at the exposed skin. "I've heard she is one of Voldemort’s children, is that true?" Harry asked while undoing Amy’s bra. "You have the smoothest skin, I love to touch you and taste you, and I can't get enough of you." Harry braced Amy against the wall and held her there by her forearms so he could kiss every part of her, then he went down to his knees and began to unbutton her pants. As he pulled them down, he was surprised by the tiger print underwear she had on. He quirked a brow, and then growled at her.

A soft whimper left her throat as she felt the wall against her back. Her eyes slid shut as a soft moan spilled from her lips. Shivering as her skin was exposed she knew that Harry was more than anxious to be with her. "Harry," she whined slowly. "She should show you the pensieve....and...Oh Merlin, you and those kisses, I can't think straight." She looked down as she felt her pants slide down her legs, then laughed softly as she heard that growl. "I happen to love this pair."

"It looks like we will have to buy you another pair." Harry grabbed them with his teeth and ripped. Harry kissed the mound there, with the soft curls, "mhmm." She always smelled good, good enough to eat, and eat he did. As he put one finger inside of her, he wrapped his lips around her small clit, "mhmm so good."

“Harry, you’re trying to change the subject. Oh that feels good. I think she should show you what happened to her, oh no, don’t stop there.”

Harry just let her talk, that way he could do whatever he wanted, and she would be too distracted to stop him. He wanted to do a lot to her, but he knew she was basically new at this, so he kept it simple enough, but knew it would feel good in the end. “I was right, you do taste good.”

Amy didn’t even register what he said; she was too busy trying to keep her balance. At one point she fisted her hands into Harry’s hair and pulled him to her. She didn’t even realize when Harry was sliding up her body, laying kisses on her bare skin. Her skin felt feverish, he knew her blood would be boiling, he thought of the perfect way to cool her down.

Amy came back to her senses when Harry laid her gently on the bed. “You feel feverish; maybe you should lay down a bit.”

Amy put her hands on Harry’s cheeks, “I think something must be going around, because you feel hot yourself, why don’t you lay down right here, and we will make everything better?” Amy pulled Harry down to her, and wrapped her arms and legs around him. They knew they fit together perfectly.

Harry unbuttoned his trousers and slid slowly into her hot center, it felt so good to be with her again. He wouldn’t know what he would do if she never came back to him. He loved her. He would show her, by doing what she asked of him.

“I love you Amy, I will do what you ask.”


”I love you Harry, we will do it together."

I know that was just a tad bit sappy, but I had to do it. I must tell you, Amy is a real person, a friend of mine, that is absolutely in love with 'Harry Potter', and I wrote this chapter with her, actually all of the chapter's so far are co written with Amy.