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The Arrangement	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5227 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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So this is the fate of the one who saved the world and survived the killing curse. Harry thought dejectedly as he stared unseeingly at the contract in his hands. To marry a man that I not only don’t love, but one I don’t even know.

For the umpteenth time Harry tried to tear up the piece of parchment. But the magic in it prevented any damage from being done. He drew his wand and tried to set it on fire. The flames danced around it for a few seconds before dying out as they had nothing to burn.

Life before vanquishing the Dark Lord had been bad and Harry thought there was no possible way it could have gotten any worse. Apparently, he had been very, very, very wrong.

The Dursleys, being the evil bastards that they are, had found a sort of “reimbursement” for all the money they had to spend on their “good for nothing” nephew. They sold him, sold him to a man, a muggle no less, who somehow knew all about the Wizarding World and magic. Harry suspected he might be a squib.

Less than two months ago, the man had approached his uncle and explained that he knew about Harry, what he was, and what a “burden” he must have been. Vernon couldn’t say yes fast enough to the man’s offer and he became a millionaire overnight.

They informed him of his future the day Harry returned after sixth year. He was sixteen; underage in both worlds and because of that, he had absolutely no say in the matter, not even now that he was seventeen. It was already done.

This man, Eric Harrison, arrived a day later to take a look at Harry in person and to explain why he chose the raven haired boy to be his spouse.

“I am a very wealthy man, Harry.” He had said. “I need, and would like to have, an heir to pass my business and wealth to but, I find myself in a very awkward position. I’m gay, so obviously marrying a woman is out of the question and I absolutely refuse to raise a bastard child.”

Harry stared up at the man. He had wavy brown hair that was messily pushed back, a few strands falling over his face. His eyes were a deep brown that almost seemed black and his voice made the hair on the back of Harry's neck stand on end. This Eric Harrison had a very smooth personality that made it seem like he was very good at hiding things.

“What… what does that have to do with me?” Harry finally asked, barely suppressing a stutter.

A deceptive smile graced Eric’s lips and he slid uncomfortably close to Harry. “You are a very powerful wizard. This will help ensure the conception of a child between us.” He explained.

Harry's eyes grew impossibly wide. “What are you talking about?” He screeched. “You do realize I’m a boy, don’t you?”

Eric raised his hand to the boy’s face and trailed a finger down his cheek. “So innocent and naïve.” He murmured. “Didn’t they teach you at Hogwarts that wizards can, in fact, get pregnant?”

“N-no.” Harry stuttered as he leaned away from the chilly appendage running along his face. “And h-how do you know about Hogwarts? You’re a muggle.”

“No, I’m a squib.” He stated. Harry had been right. “I wasn’t allowed to attend a wizarding school of course, but my parents still taught me everything they knew about magic. When I turned eighteen, I left home to start work on building my fortune. I wanted my parents to be proud of me even though I wasn’t magical.” Eric closed the spaced between them, their thighs touching.

Harry backed as far away from him as he could but found himself against the headboard of his bed. Why did the Dursleys have to leave them to talk in private?

Before he could react, Harry found a pair of lips pressed to his and a sly tongue pushing its way into his mouth. For several seconds, the muscle wandered his mouth until his lack of response convinced the man to pull away.

“I wasn’t expecting anything more. In fact, I think I would have been rather disappointed had you reacted.” Eric said huskily into the boy’s ear. “I like how inexperienced you are and I will greatly enjoying breaking you in.”

A hand ran up Harry's thigh and he couldn’t hold back a fearful shudder. He’s going to rape me! He screamed in his head. But before the hand reached his groin, it was removed and Eric had backed away.

“Unfortunately, the wedding isn’t until the end of the summer so I’ll just have to be patient and restrain myself, tradition and all that.” It wasn’t a complete lie. He did want to follow tradition but it was more the fact that he didn’t want the child to even be conceived out of wedlock.

Eric stood and made his way to the door of Harry's bedroom. He turned back and said, “I’ll be back later in the week. We need to buy you a more suitable wardrobe.” He toed a pair of old jeans on the floor and sneered at the garment. With that, he was gone.

Harry slumped back onto the bed and felt relief flood every cell in his body.

The engagement announcement was in the Daily Prophet, and just about every other wizarding newspaper and magazine, within a week, if not the very next day.

~!~

In another place, in a beautiful manor, a young, blonde man was reading the morning paper as he sipped a cup of coffee. He immediately noticed the picture of a familiar black-haired boy fidgeting and staring nervously at the camera.

Draco's eyes moved from the picture to the headline, expecting another story about how Harry saved the world and destroyed the darkest wizard of all time. He sputtered in his drink and felt the ceramic cup leave his hand before it smashed on the floor.

“What is it, Draco?” Lucius Malfoy inquired from across the breakfast table. Wordlessly, the younger blonde handed the, now coffee stained, paper to his father.

The man pulled out his wand and siphoned the hot liquid off the paper so he could read it properly. His eyes widened slightly as he read that morning’s headline:

Boy-Who-Lived to Wed Wealthy Squib

The article itself was fairly short. Aloud, Lucius read:

Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, has found true love at last in the form of one Eric Harrison, 28. Not much is known about the wealthy squib, as the happy couple has yet to be interviewed. But Mr. Harrison gladly provided us with a summary of his relationship with the young Potter.

In his letter, Harrison stated that he first met Harry Potter shortly after the beginning of August of last year. Though he is a squib, he immediately knew who this young man was.

Harrison found himself falling in love at first sight with what he called, “a rare beauty.” He took it upon himself to start a relationship as pen pals with our young hero, falling more in love with him every day.

By the time our Savior left Hogwarts for the year, Harrison knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Harry and he was sure the other felt the same for him.

After giving Potter a day to settle in, Harrison arrived at his relative’s home and immediately proposed. He was ecstatic when Harry screamed his acceptance and leapt into his arms.

Harrison assures us that an interview will be scheduled in the near future. He also gave us a small peek into their life as a soon-to-be-married couple, that we should expect an announcement for the birth of their first child within a year of the wedding.

The Harrison-Potter wedding will be taking place August 30^th of this year and will be a private, invitation only affair. It will be an event of a lifetime and anyone who receives an invite should consider themselves among the luckiest men alive.

Lucius looked from the paper to his son to see a look of forced blankness on his face. With a raised eyebrow, the man asked, “Isn’t Potter the one you’ve been gushing about the past two days you’ve been home?”

“I do not gush, father.” Draco stated firmly. Very quietly and sadly he added, “And yes.”

“Well it appears he was only using you to gain experience for his future husband.” Lucius said coldly.

“That’s not true!” The younger blonde snarled and the paper that was now sitting in the middle of the table burst into flames. Lucius quickly doused the fire as Draco continued a little more calmly, “You don’t know Harry. He wouldn’t have told me he loved me if he didn’t mean it.”

“What are you going to do about it?” The Malfoy patriarch asked.

“I need an invitation to that wedding.”

~!~

Harry watched as the flames surrounding the contract died out once again. He couldn’t remember how many times he’d tried it since his birthday a few days ago and he only grew more and more depressed each time it didn’t work.

The pile of ash on his desk drew his attention for a moment. He’d written a letter to the ministry asking them to get him out of the contract. But apparently, they thought it was a good idea. Harry thought they were just afraid of him and wanted to keep him under control somehow. This was the solution they had been looking for as restrictions would have to be placed on his wand since he was marrying a non-magical being.

Letting the document flutter to the floor, Harry stared out the window, waiting and watching for Hedwig to return with a reply to the letter he’d sent out just that morning. He thought over his words for the millionth time.

Draco,
I know you’ve probably heard by now, but I’m getting married. I would have told you myself but until a few days ago, I had been adamantly trying to get out of it. You see, it’s an arranged marriage, worse actually. My uncle sold me to this man. I’d never even met him until the day after I got back from school.
As it said in the paper, expect an announcement for our first child within a year. That’s the only reason why he wants me. I’m powerful and it’ll be more likely he can get me pregnant; something I didn’t even know was possible until he told me!
But you know what the irony is, he won’t be able to. Not for a while at least. You see, I’m already pregnant. I know because I have all the symptoms. I’m just lucky that my muggle relatives are stupid and think it’s “wedding jitters” or something like that.
Eric’s not that stupid though. He’ll probably figure it out the first night we’re together and then make me kill it.
In case you haven’t realized this yet, I’m pregnant with your child. I’d say probably close to five months by now. Yeah, I wasn’t sick toward the end of the year. I wish I would have listened to you and gone to see Pomfrey.
I’ve enclosed an invitation. Your parents are invited as well. I understand if you don’t want to come, though. It would probably just make it harder if I had to see you anyway.
Most likely, the next time you see me will be on the train for school and I’ll be a married man. Harry Harrison… you think he’ll let me keep my last name? I doubt it. This bastard would probably make me change my first name.
I just want you to know that I still love you and always will. I’ll think about you every time he touches me and I’m sorry our baby will never be.

Forever yours,
Harry

Harry didn’t even realize he was crying until he heard a knock on his bedroom door. He quickly put up a glamour to hide his pregnant state, something he had been doing since he became of age.

“Come in.” He weakly called. The door creaked as it opened and a much hated face popped in. Harry didn’t even have to look to know who it was.

“Hello, Harry.” He said cheerily as he walked in.

“Hello, Eric.” Harry quietly replied, still staring out the window at the sunset orange sky.

The man sat beside him on the bed and asked, “What’s wrong, love?” Harry attempted to suppress a shudder at the endearment. He didn’t want anyone other than Draco calling him that.

“I wrote a very good friend of mine a letter and I haven’t heard back yet.” He lied. “He probably hates me since I didn’t tell him about the wedding myself.” His voice held little to no emotion in it. He’d have to learn to be indifferent if he wanted to stay sane.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” Eric asked as he placed a hand on Harry's knee.

“No.”

“Did you send out the invitations I gave you for your friends?” He started rubbing circles on Harry's knee with his thumb in what was supposed to be a soothing manner. It only made Harry want to vomit or punch him. But he had already resigned himself to his fate and ignored both feelings.

“Yes.” He replied simply.

“Good. Now, it’s time for my daily kiss.” This had become a ritual for him. He’d show up almost every evening to give Harry a good night kiss. He figured the man wanted him used to his touch by their wedding night.

Like the good little “house wife” Harry was sure he was expected to be, he turned toward his intended. But he wouldn’t look at him.

Just like the first time, Harry stayed perfectly still as a foreign tongue explored his mouth. Eric had been happy with this reaction for a while, but after over a month of kisses, the man would appear frustrated when he pulled away. He never said anything, but Harry still knew he was getting angry about it.

After some time, it became clear that this kiss was different. It had already lasted twice as long as the others and the man seemed to be putting more into it than usual.

Harry was about to jerk away or push the other off of him, when the hand on his knee suddenly slid up his leg and cupped his crotch. When it started rubbing him through his jeans, he felt absolutely mortified that his body reacted.

“Stop.” Harry whimpered when the hand sped up and he began panting. “I said stop!” He stated more forcefully. Eric gradually slowed his hand down before pulling it away with a frown.

“You’re right. It wouldn’t do for me to get carried away.” He said as he put some space between the two of them. Of course, that wasn’t the reason Harry had wanted him to stop. The same hand came up and settled on his cheek. “But you can’t deny me forever, Harry. I will have you on August 30^th.” With that, he gave Harry a peck on the cheek and left him alone.

~!~

“Dad!” Draco shouted after he finished reading Harry's letter. It had been sitting on his desk for over a week now but he’d been too afraid and too busy wallowing in self-pity to open it. Only innate curiosity of the unknown finally convinced him to read it.

A few moments later, two sets of hurried footsteps were heard coming down the hall toward Draco's room before the door burst open.

“Draco, is everything alright?” A frantic Narcissa asked as she rushed to her son.

“I’m fine, mum.” He said as he waved her away. “I told you Harry loves me not that Harrison fucker.” Draco handed his father the letter to read.

“Watch your language, young man.” Narcissa scolded.

Draco rolled his eyes and sighed. “I’m seventeen; I can do and say what I wish.”

“That may be true, but I am your mother and you’ll listen to me while you’re living under our roof.” She stated as she smoothed down an unruly piece of her son’s hair.

“I have to say I agree with Draco's choice of words.” Lucius said as he finished reading the letter.

“His uncle sold him!” Draco exclaimed loudly.

“Oh, my.” Narcissa said softly, bringing a hand to her mouth.

“That can’t possibly be legal.”

Lucius gave the letter back to Draco. “Unfortunately, it is. It’s not a very common practice nowadays, but they never made it illegal. Harry was still underage when his legal guardians made the contract, therefore, it can’t be undone.

“However, if we could get a copy of the contract, there might be a chance of finding a loophole.” Lucius explained.

“That’s not very likely to happen. There has to be something else we can do. We have hundreds of books filled with the old laws we could look through, see if we can find something in one of them.” Draco suggested as calmly as he could.

With a small shrug, Lucius replied, “It’s worth a shot.”
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