Blood Bonds and Servitude

Blood Bonds and Servitude, pt 1


title: Blood Bonds and Servitude (1/?)
author: Chibimono Akuno
email: chibimono@msn.com
category: Smutty slash!!! Romance, angst...
pairing: Draco/Harry, (male)Blaise/Hermione
spoilers: SS/SP, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
rating: R for now...
warnings: ur... SLASH, slavery, references to child abuse, violence,
foul language, light bondage, torture
disclaimers: These characters are not mine. They belong to the
wonderful goddess J.K. Rowling and all other companies that own them. I
bow before you and beg for your forgiveness of using these characters.
I only wish to entertain, not make money.
A/N: I would love for Harry Potter to be my sexy boywhore, but that's
not going to happen anytime soon. So let me just write about it... Oh,
Draco! Time to HUGGLE DA POTTAR!!!


Blood Bonds and Servitude
chapter one

by Chibimono Akuno


Draco Malfoy sat smugly at his dinning room table, reading the _Daily
Prophet_ as he waited for his breakfast. "So, the great and wonderful
Boy Who Lived defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort." He slammed the paper
down upon the wooden surface. "Oh yay and wonderful for him!" he
sneered sarcastically. Then slowly a small smile crept onto his face.
"Don't the noble and virtuous wankers understand that now the greatest
threat is gone, it doesn't mean they can drop their guard?"

Lucius Malfoy smiled at his son from the other end of the vast table.
"Now now, my Dragon," his father smirked. "There is no reason to get
worked up after it is all said and done. Their foolish ignorance was
our chance to succeed."

To that, Draco smiled as if it were truly a beautiful day. He stood
from his seat and clasped his hands in front of him. "And now they
finally have Potter! He goes on the auction block today at high noon!"
Grabbing up the paper, he walked the length of the table in quick
strides, throwing the _Prophet_ down in front of his father. "I have to
have him!" he hissed, pointing at the moving picture of a young man
with wild raven hair struggling in chains.

His father patted his pointing arm and smiled calmly, knowingly. "Yes,
my Dragon. You will have him. No one will say no to you. He will be all
yours."

A cruel grin found its way onto Draco's face. "And I'll make him pay.
I'll make him pay for every snitch he snatched from my grasp, for every
detention assigned, for every House Cup lost, for every duel defeated,
for every battle lost... And most of all, for the destruction of the
Dark Lord himself!"

~~~~~

Harry Potter sat in a dark cell, feet shackled and hands bound behind
his back. He sat there alone in the dark without his glasses and only
in the barest of fabric roughly forming a tunic covering his tall lanky
frame. He felt like an unwilling house elf as he was waiting to be sold
to his first master.

It was all over! He was so sure it was all over. He had defeated Lord
Voldemort over a year ago! He was home at Number Twelve Grimmauld
Place with Hermione Granger, Remus Lupin, and Ron Weasley when the news
came. There was a coup and Lucius Malfoy was taking over.

Lucius Malfoy! The new Dark Lord! Oh, he should have seen that coming.
Why did he not? Or anyone else for that matter?

He and his friends fled to Hogwarts, Dumbledore taking them in for
safety as they tried to hatch out a strategy. It took several months
and all the pieces were coming together. They were so close to a
counterattack!

Then the school was raided. The remaining members of the Ministry of
Magic were forced to do it: they overtook the sl onl on a hot
summer afternoon. They tried to fight back, but were outnumbered
four to one. Harry resisted for all he was worth but in the end, he
was captured, bound and gagged like the rest.

Now Dumbledore and all the other teachers were locked away in Azkaban.
Harry and his friends were being submitted to the new law proposed by
the younger Malfoy. Lawbreakers under the age of thirty were to become
slaves, sold off to owners at a public auction. Harry had no doubt as
to why Draco Malfoy wanted this law. After all, he was going on the
block at noon today.

Harry pulled at the bond around his wrists for the umpteenth time that
morning. They used his own wand to put a servitude jinx on him and
then, right in front of his face, they snapped it to pieces. All that
needed to be done was to be bonded to his new master and he would
never see freedom again.

There was a groan of heavy metal moving and the cell opened to bright
sunlight. Harry blinked painfully, desperately wishing his blurry
vision would lift. He was pulled up from his sitting position on the
cold stone floor and led out into the dense heat of a summer's day. The
sun was brutal on his pale skin, feeling as if it were searing him. He
kept his blind gaze upon the ground as all around him he heard cheers
and shouts. Women screamed and men laughed. He sometimes thought
somewhere he heard crying, it could have been in the awaiting mob, it
could have been other slaves.

He staggered up the wooden steps to a dais which put him high enough
for the whole crowd to see. The Boy Who Lived. On sale like meat. How
degrading!

"Harry Potter!" The auctioneer shouted and an uproar came from the
people. Harry was suddenly quite glad he did not have his glasses; he
did not want to see how many people had come just to ogle him like
fine produce.

"We will start the bid at 500 Galleons!"

"1000!"

"I hear one thousand!"

"3000!"

"I hear three thousand!"

"20,000!"

"I hear twenty thousand!"

Everyone who had money wanted Harry. It was impossible that anyone he
knew was bidding at all. He was probably going to be bought by some
rich merchant wizard and forced to do hard labor by hand. Or by some
fat widowed witch who would have him waiting for her on hand and foot
completely naked. There was a sting in his eyes that felt suspiciously
like
tears.

"I hear four million!"

"6,000,000!"

"I hear six million!"

"NOT FOR SALE!"

"Young Lord Malfoy!"

Silence fell like the dark of night over everyone. Harry brought his
face up to look but, without his glasses, he could only see fuzzy
movement. Out before him, a sea of spotted colors broke for a stream of
black that poured towards him. No doubt it was Draco Malfoy and his
Death Eater entourage.

The dais moved slightly and he heard the tapping of hard-sole shoes
coming up the stairs behind him. There was a whoosh of robes and a
gentle yet firm hand held Harry's chin, bringing his face up so that
emerald eyes met with mercury. Hair slicked back from an aristocratic
brow, cool and collected grey eyes, a pointed nose, and pouty cupid's
bow lips. A bit older looking, yes, but it was most certainly the face
of Draco Malfoy.

"My equal," the parted lips just barely moved and a voice slightly
deeper than what Harry last remembered whispered to him. "Reduced to
nothing... So far below me... It's not fair..."

Those words, so quietly spoken, and the gentle brush of breath from the
other young man lips sent Harry's heart beating wildly and made his
breath falter. What did he mean by this unusually intimate gesture?
Harry's mind was reeling, trying to decipher the meaning of what was
said. He barely even registered Malfoy address the masses.

"The Boy Who Lived belongs to me!" he said to the throng of people. "No
one, other than myself, may touch him. Nor will he take commands other
than what is given by me. Let it be known, from this day forth, that I,
Lord Draco Malfoy, am sole master of Harry Potter!"

Malfoy turned back to Harry and reached down to his dragon-skin boot to
pull out a silver, emerald encrusted dagger. He placed a hand on the
raven-haired man's shoulder and gentle pressure forced Harry to his
knees. With the dagger, Malfoy gripped the blade with his left hand and
his right hand pulled the blade from his grip, slicing his palm. Very
gently, Malfoy tipped Harry's head back with the handle of the dagger
under his chin.

"Open your mouth," came the soft command and Harry did so. Malfoy's
fist was brought to his lips and he squeezed it; blood trickled
into Harry's mouth. "I bind you to me," Malfoy said, his voice loud
enough for all to hear. "From this point forth, as of the tast my my
lifeblood, you belong to me. Until this spell is reversed, you are
forever mine to do with as I please."

The blood tasted like copper on Harry's tongue. Though his he could see
nothing clearly with his poor vision, Harry could just barely make out
the features of Malfoy's face as he knelt before his new master. Harry
blamed it on not having glasses but there was something on the other
young
man's face. It was not the unbridled excitement of evil cruelty or
disgust. Harry swallowed, as it seemed to him that the boy almost
seemed sad. What was happening here?

The volume of the crowd picked up again as soon as the display of
claiming concluded. Malfoy wasted no time in turning away quickly and
urging his new slave to follow with the simple command of, "Come."
Harry felt a pull in his chest and he was on his bare feet once again,
his body immediately reacting to the servitude spelat hat had been cast
over him.


~ to be continued ~