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Why I Submit	By : griffonsperch Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 42242 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters and I make no money through the writing of this fanfic.

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To truly understand why I submit I need to fill in some history, so stick with me for a minute.

I know most people know that my childhood wasn’t like they first thought. They know that I wasn’t treated as a price, far from it in fact. But I don’t think they understand what it did to me.

It wasn’t just the Dursley’s treatment of me, in fact that’s not even a major part of it. No the main part comes from the number of times I told an adult what was happening and they didn’t believe me, they did nothing. I told teachers, nurses and doctors and not once did anyone investigate to see if what I had said was true.

I know now that this is because they were all obliviated. Albus has a lot to answer for. No he wasn’t the one doing the obliviating if you’re wondering, he never even ordered it. He purposely remained blissfully unaware of how I was really treated, plausible deniability. Of course that’s how he planned it and he still has a lot to answer for.

The end result was unexpected I would assume. I don’t think anyone meant to make me believe that I was worthless, a freak, a nobody, that I didn’t matter, but that’s what it did. After all if I mattered even a little then someone would have cared, someone would have checked on me, someone would have rescued me.

After years of believing you’re useless it’s hard to believe anything else.

When my Hogwarts letters arrived/were delivered it was so confusing, someone was suddenly and persistently trying to contact me. It only got more confusing from there… how could I be famous in that world and nothing in the other? And if I really mattered so much why had no one made sure I was ok? With magic at their fingertips surely it would have been simple to check on me. Surely they could have at least forced my relatives to leave me alone.

It only got worse. People changed so quickly, loving me one minute and hating me the next. I ended up spending my whole time wondering when they would turn on me again. And I still felt worthless, after all, it I mattered they would take the time to form a proper opinion of me, talk to me even.

Finally in the end I had to stop caring, it was the only way I could survive. I stopped worrying about what people would think if I used my fame to get something. They all expected me to save them from Voldie, surely I deserved a few conveniences? A little good in my life among all the bad?

And then I found the book.

It was the best discovery I had ever made. I so desperately wanted to find someone who could be my dominant, who could give me time where I didn’t have to make the decisions. Somewhere I could let go, someone to care for me, someone to care about me. To belong to someone, because if I did, then that person MUST see me as worth their time. And maybe, just maybe they could help me see value in myself.

But there was no one.

Everywhere I looked there were people who couldn’t be that for me or people I didn’t trust enough to ask. So eventually I gave up looking, I decided I couldn’t have it, that I didn’t deserve it, that I wasn’t worth it.

Time passed and the pressure I was under grew. As Voldemort’s power grew and he re-started the war in unrest, the expectations people had of me became crushing. They were all wondering when I would end the war, when I would ‘do my job’ like a good savior.

Looking back on it I think they were all crazy. Grown wizards stood by and did nothing as they expected a child to save them. Yes even after everything I had been through I was a child. A child who was given no special training, a child who thought he was nothing.

Really it’s a miracle that I survived.

But somehow I did, and even more unbelievably I won. Voldemort was defeated and I was so relieved. I think I was more relieved than anyone else. Because now, yes now, the pressure would go away and I could figure out who Harry is and what he wants.

But as per usual this was not to be, the pressure didn’t go away at all. In fact it got worse. Now that I’d saved them from Voldie they wanted my help with everything else too!

I managed to put them off for a while, until I finished my NEWT’s. Then I told them I was taking a holiday. The outcry was enormous, they were outraged that I would want a holiday when the whole wizarding world wasn’t perfect. How dare I want a holiday when there are still problems in the world… honestly the wizarding world is made up of idiots.

So I pointed out that they get holidays and I’ve NEVER had one. Surprisingly, that actually worked, I hadn’t thought it would. I was working on creating a spell that would stun ever magical person in Britain for a day so I could get a head start. Since such a spell does not exist and I haven’t the first idea how to create a spell…

It’s just as well they decided to ‘let me go’, since I’d possibly still be working on that spell in 10 years time.

So I gain myself a month. A month of freedom. I was exultant.

I planned my trip in exacting detail, my first holiday! Practically bouncing in excitement I set off and…

Then I woke up to find myself tied to a bed, gagged, a plug up my arse and Draco Malfoy about to fuck me. Without so much as a by you leave I should point out.

This was not part of the plan!

The start wasn’t great, nope, definitely not great.

But it got better, a lot better, wonderful in fact.

Lucius removing himself from the situation had a lot to do with that.

After that I found out that I might, just might, have stumbled upon exactly what I had been looking for. Not one but two dominants, people to take the pressure off, to give me the peace I needed. People who didn’t think I was nothing, people who gave me more than they took.

I’m not going to write about the rocky start here, nope I’m going to start with the good stuff. I’ve actually written that separately, it’s called Reluctant Slut and really it should be read first. So as I said, this should be just want you need to understand, to know, Why I Submit.
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