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Draco

Draco stumbled. He was over tired and his legs were powered by sheer will. Draco had to succeed. He had to accomplish his task. It was easier somehow to think of it as a task, as having no more importance then completing homework. Still he could only fool himself for short periods of time before the weight of it, the oppressive nature of this task overwhelmed him once more.

Like many nights before, Draco dragged his exhausted body to the girls’ bathroom on the third floor. No one went in there and only a ghost would see his shame.

He collapsed in a corner, too tired to cry, too tired to sleep. He panted for no real reason and pictured his parents, pictured the Dark Lord torturing them to death in front of him. He needed this gruesome image for motivation. Draco knew what he risked by taking so long.

“Malfoy,”

Draco looked up slowly to see Potter hovering over him. He was too tired to be surprised, too tired to fight.

“What do you want Potter?” Draco sighed.

Potter sat down beside Draco, leaning on the wall next to him. “Did you know,” He began conversationally, “that Voldemort and I have a mental link?” Draco flinched as the dark mark burned into his arm flared up at the Dark Lord’s name.

“No.”

“Well we do. Do you know what that means?”

Draco worked up a sneer. “Of course I do Potter. Some of us have to actually work to get good grades around here.”

Harry turned his head to look directly at Draco. He had been watching him since Neville offered up his name last year. The slytherin was tired, harried, frequently angry or fearful and had been since the year began. Colin had wondered if Draco wouldn’t welcome the slave bond, desire the freedom it gave, the fulfillment. Harry rather agreed with him, but of course, Draco wouldn’t thank him until after.

“It means that I see through his eyes sometimes when I dream. It’s the reason my Godfather’s dead, because I can’t control it. It’s also the reason your father was in jail.”

Draco snarled wordlessly, too exhausted to work up rage but none the less infuriated Potter brought it up.

Harry spoke over him, “What it means, Draco, is that I know what your mission is.”

It wasn’t true of course. He suspected Draco had a mission but that was due to his own observations not any information gleaned from Voldemort’s mind.

Draco froze. “You, you couldn’t possibly…”

“Oh but I do Draco. I’ve already told Dumbledore.” If possible, Draco paled further.

“What…”

Harry smiled, enjoying the effect his lie had on Draco. “They’re scouring the halls for you now. Lucky you I found you first.”

“Lucky me!” Draco snarled, finally working up the energy to fight.

“Yes Draco lucky you, you see I can save you.”

Draco spat and stood. “Save me. And my mother? Are you going to save her too?”

Harry stood as well casting a silencing charm on the room. “Is she in danger?” He asked calmly.

Draco snarled, “You should know, if you were in the Dark Lord’s mind.”

“I know what Voldemort thinks. I want to know what you think.”

Draco shot a curse at him which Harry blocked. “I think you’re full of shit Potter.”

“There are Aurors crawling over the castle. I have a way to keep you out of Azkaban. Do you want it? It’s that simple.” Harry was getting tired of doing it the easy way.

Draco and Harry exchanged harmless spells but Draco was too exhausted and adrenalin could only do so much. He collapsed into a wall, using it to support him.

“How can I believe you?” He asked in a small voice.

“You have no other choice.”

Draco closed his eyes, gathering himself for a decision to large for him. “Alright Potter. What do you want?”

Harry smiled and held out a metallic chain. “What is it?” Draco could feel the magic on it from his distance. The magic was powerful, old. He knew it wasn’t completely metallic or organic, it was something in-between.

“Trust me.” Harry held it out eyes intent.

With no other options Draco reached for it. As his fingers clasped it he pulled gently but Harry didn’t let it go. “Do you accept this willingly?” Draco sighed knowing this was the beginning of some ancient magic. He knew though that Potter had a saving people thing and was raised by Muggles. What Potter knew of magic could fit in a thimble so Draco said, “Yes.”

“Put it around your ankle.”

Draco had to use the wall to lower himself. He wound the delicate chain around his ankle and clasped it gasping as the magic flooded his body. It clicked inside him, locking something precious away but Draco couldn’t tell what was missing.

“Stand.”

Draco stood, his body exhibiting none of the exhaustion that had plagued him for weeks. “Do not speak unless answering one of my questions.”

Draco bristled and tried to defy him but his mouth wouldn’t open. Harry grinned maliciously. “Of course you tried. Walk with me.”

Harry left the loo and Draco followed, trailing two spaces behind, a submissive action that Draco fought against but couldn’t overcome. His body was not his own and Draco began to fear.

“As you can see,” Harry commented blithely, “There are no Aurors. I don’t know what your mission is and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell Dumbledore. Of course, you will tell me soon.”

Draco reeled internally but his body didn’t respond.

“All I wanted was for you to put on that anklet.” He shot Draco a grin so smug Draco wanted to physically attack him. Unfortunately his body still wasn’t responding.

“As I’m sure you’ve figured out, the anklet gives me control of your body. But that’s just the beginning. Before the night is over, I will have your mind and your soul too.”

He chuckled, an evil sounding laugh that caused Goosebumps to erupt on Draco’s skin; the only physical response to his internal horror Draco was allowed.

"I know you have questions, and I'm in a gracious mood so I'll answer some of them. The anklet you put on is part of a complicated spell array that I learned from a dusty tomb in the Chamber of Secrets." Harry winked at him, the same evilly gleeful grin plastered on his face. "I found it during the summer before third year if you can believe that. I already had two people, a boy and a girl, that were completely loyal to me but I knew I'd need more then two Gryffindors to complete my master work."

Draco snarled internally, using all his - admittedly insufficient - mental experience to combat this strange magic.

The hallway they entered had portraits and statues and so Harry had to take more care with his words. "There were loads of useful things down there but what you're wearing was exactly what I needed. I've tried a couple of different models, but for you, we'll go with the tried and true meathod."

Harry stopped just outside a door and put a hand to Draco's cheek. Draco couldn't fight it even though the warmth and humiliation of it made him sick.

Harry led Draco to an empty classroom where Longbottom, Weaslette, Loony Lovegood, and that mudblood with the camera were waiting. Draco’s internal struggles increased at the thought of witnesses to his humiliation. That Granger and the Weasle weren't there was both suprising and releaving. Potter's intent was obvious even if his words hadn't been. Draco's steps jerked, his arm’s moved fractionally and for a moment Draco had control but then he stepped into a runic circle on the floor and control was again lost.

The chain around Draco’s ankle sank into his skin turning into a tattoo but it was the action on Draco’s arm that held his attention. The dark mark, the brand on his skin put there by the Dark Lord himself was on fire. It hissed and burned and crackled. The pain was extreme and Draco needed to scream but couldn’t. His mouth opened but no sound came out and Harry and Draco both watched as the inky blemish was consumed by a fire of silver when it faded a thin line of silver embraced the dark mark, containing both it and the bond it represented.

Draco panted.

“Want to see your future Draco?” Harry smirked. “cunt boy, lick my shoes.”

Colin strode forward and gracefully slid to his knees, bowing from the waist to luxuriously lick Harry’s shoes. His expression was one of the utmost pleasure, he hummed his enjoyment and saturated Harry’s shoes until they gleamed in the light.

“Enough, go back.” Immediately Colin did as ordered and stood next to the others. His body was unnaturally still no fidgeting, no swaying. In fact all four cloaked figures stood still and it dawned on Draco that they didn’t have permission to fidget.

Harry grinned at the horror and humiliation he could see in Draco’s eyes. “Yep. You’ll be like them. But it’s not so bad, is it pets.”

“No Harry.”

He laughed. “Is the potion ready?”

“Yes Harry,” Neville answered stepping forward to hand Harry a bronze knife. The pain of flesh separating when Harry cut Draco’s arm was negligible when compared to the Mark’s devouring and Draco barely felt it. Harry collected it in a bowl and handed the knife off to Colin who left to clean it.

Colin then cut his brother -who Draco finally saw- and collected his blood as well.

“Do not leave the circle Draco but you may rest as long as you don’t sleep.” Draco’s body eased its self to the floor and his breathing slowed as if asleep. He was completely aware however, his eyes again clear.

“Denis is a bit of an experiment and I want you to know exactly what’s going to happen to you.”

Harry poured Denis’ blood into a vial and added his own cum collected some time ago. He would need stamina to take both Denis and Draco in one night and wanted to see what effect old cum had on the potion. Some potions ingredients became more effective with age, and other’s became less so. It wasn’t specified in Slytherin’s books and Harry was a curious sort.

“You may speak Denis,” Harry said softly as he approached the fourth year.

“Please Harry don’t do this. I don’t want to be a slave. How could you, please, please don’t do this.”

Harry smiled sadly and patted Denis’ hair. “It will be alright you’ll see. You’ll love it.”

Denis began to cry and blubber, snot dripping from his nose, “Please Harry, don’t... Colin, save me! Help! Help!” He screamed.

Harry laughed. “Colin, do you want to save him?”

“No Harry.” Colin answered his voice thick with fervent yearning for his master.

“Do you remember what I told you when I claimed you cunt?”

“Yes Harry.”

“What was it?” Harry whispered, ordering Denis to drink the potion.

“You said I would fuck him for your pleasure.”

“No” Denis whispered and Draco could tell it was little more than a final protest. His body shook and arched. The magnitude of Potter’s depravity had finally sunk in and Draco knew that unless someone came in to stop this, he was doomed to the same fate.

"No?" Harry hissed, obviously enjoying himself. He leaned down to speak directly into Denis' face, the boy's chin grasped painfully in Harry's hand. "But it would please me. Don't you want to please me."

"Oh yes, oh yes master. I want to please you more then anything. How can I please you master." Harry grinned at the complete dichotomy of Denis now that the potion was in effect.

"But you said no..." Harry trailed off and Denis fell to his knees nearly sobbing.

"I didn't mean it. Master! Oh how I want to please you. I'll do anything. Tell me what you want."

Harry hummed and rubbed his own chin thoughtfully raising to stand straight. "Well, I need to cum. Do you deserve to suck me pet?"

"No no master I don't but I'd like to. Let me prove I'm a good pet. Let me prove myself to you."

Harry hummed again and winked at Draco. "Well, if you do a good job, and please your brother and put on a good show for me, I might complete the ritual." He leaned down to lick Denis' face. The boy shuddered in pleasure. "If you do that, and I complete the ritual. You'll get a name all your own. Something only I call you. Would you like that?"

Denis vibrated and moaned. "Oh yes master, I want that so bad."

"Okay then." He stood straight again.

“Do you understand now Draco?” Harry asked while Denis clutched, nearly demented with yearning, at Harry’s pant legs. “Do you see what you will become? You will be mine. My slave, my whore. I will fuck you. I will take pleasure from your flesh and you will accept it even if it kills you. Everything you are will become focused on my pleasure only. I will save you from Voldemort, like I said I would, but you will never be Draco Malfoy again.”

“Bring it here,” Harry ordered and Ginny rushed forward with Draco’s potion. Harry opened his pants and Denis latched onto his cock, sucking with fervor until Harry pushed him off and shot his load into the vial pleasantly surprised by its density. “I guess you’re both experiments.”

“cunt, get over here and fuck your brother.” Denis reached out with empty hands for Harry but he just backed away. Colin stripped quickly and spat on his brother’s hole. His cock was hard simply because his master had need of it and he forced his way into his brother, headless of Denis’ screams.

Draco meanwhile was ordered to drink the potion and he guzzled it down as if parched. His mind fought, screamed, and warred but it was no match for the potion and a wide gaping hole formed inside him that only Harry, his master, could fill.

Harry watched Colin pound his brother and found himself enjoying it. Usually he didn’t enjoy voyeurism, preferring to be in the center of the action. He lazily stroked himself but Neville was quick to take the place of his hand. Neville sucked and hummed, tongue working agilely to please his master. Harry wondered how Draco would be at sucking cock.

“Don’t cum in him Cunt I don’t want sloppy seconds.”

“Yes Harry.” Colin panted, pushing his brother flat to the floor for a tighter sheath around his dick.

Draco fought the good fight but as Harry approached he succumbed to the need. “Master please. Master please fuck me.” His voice was horse already from the internal fight but Harry enjoyed the sound.

“Do you think you deserve my cock Draco,” Harry asked conversationally.

“No master no I don’t but I need you please. I beg you. I’ll do anything.” Draco prostrated himself on the floor in front of Harry headless of the voice inside crying out.

“Will you tell me your mission from Volemort?”

“Oh yes! I’m to kill Dumbledore and find a way to get the Death Eaters into the castle. I’ve been fixing up the cabinet in the Room of Requirement. It has a sister in Borgen and Burks and forms a passage way.”

“How were you going to kill Dumbledore?”

The noise of skin slapping together stopped as Colin pulled out of his brother to come on Denis’ back. He fell to the side and glanced at Harry for approval. He got it in the form of a wink.

“I tried poison, a cursed necklace. They failed and I was out of ideas master.”

Harry hummed in thought, “and Snape, I know he was forced into an unbreakable vow to help you. Why do you fight him?"

“I don't trust him. He is my father's lover and its no secret he wants to get rid of my mother. I don't think he'd help me to save her."

That shocked a laugh out of Harry which was echoed by Luna and Neville.

Draco didn’t care about the ramifications of it, he needed Harry desperately. “Master. Have I pleased you?”

“Yes Draco, you have. Turn around.”

Harry pulled down Draco’s pants until he was exposed. Draco clenched his hole repeatedly, searching for his master, grabbing for Harry’s cock. “Hungry little hole aren’t you.” Harry asked it, amused.

“Oh master it is. I am. I need you. Please. Fuck me.” Draco begged.

When Harry slammed in, Draco’s scream was of painful relief. He sobbed and rocked back, fucking himself on Harry’s cock when Harry didn’t thrust immediately. Harry let him for a minute but then pushed Draco’s torso down with a hand on his neck and thrust hard. He slowed down, rocking deep, knowing how desperate Draco was for it.

“You will be satisfied with what I give you and never demand for more.”

“Oh Master, Yes, forgive me please. I need you, oh.”

Harry loved the sound of Draco’s horse begging. It was sweet, tasted of victory in his mouth.

Denis had crawled over and was licking at Harry’s cock in Draco’s ass. Harry leaned back to let him, amused.

“Beloved, any idea what’s going on with this one?”

“No Harry.” Harry could hear the grin in Neville’s voice.

“I think that you waited too long,” Luna said breathless, she got wet watching him take new pets.

“Hmm maybe.”

Harry pushed Denis away and fucked Draco in earnest knowing he needed to have enough to fuck Denis too. He came quickly loving how Draco clenched around him in orgasm as Harry’s cum flooded his insides and sealed the magic.

Harry pulled out and Denis was there immediately, sucking off Draco’s blood and Harry’s cum. Harry conjured a chair, the cold stone floor hurting his knees.

“Come here Sugar.” Harry called out to Draco opening an arm for his newest pet.

Draco was there instantly, cuddling up beside him and nuzzling Harry’s neck. Harry opened his legs for Denis and said, “That’s good pet, rub my balls a little, ah yes.”

Denis hummed happily and Harry realized that Denis would be good for very little now. The consequences of impatience, from this point forward Harry resolved to only claim one pet at a time. It was too hard otherwise. Ginny settled down on Harry’s legs and licked at anything Denis missed. Colin, Luna, and Neville stretched out beside the chair and gazed at Harry worshipfully.

“Well Draco, Are you happy to be my pet?”

Draco sighed and held onto Harry tighter, “Yes master.”

Harry grunted. Usually his pets returned to 'Harry' after he fucked them but not Draco. Perhaps he’d waited too long with him as well. True - Luna called him Master, but Harry suspected that was more a product of her own needs then any magical intervention.

Finally hard, Harry ordered Denis to climb up and fuck himself on Harry's dick. He was tired. Neville kneeled in front of Denis so the boy could stabilize himself, and Ginny continued to lick Harry’s balls. He came in short order which Harry hoped would counteract some of Denis’ mindlessness.

They dressed and Harry lined out Draco’s mission. “Forget about the cabinet, Ginny will fix it. She’s good at that. Your mission is your father. I want an anklet on him. It has to be willing, he has to acknowledge verbally that it’s willingly, has to know he’s accepting it, but not what it is, like you did.”

Draco nodded seriously accepting the challenge of it. “In fact, any Death Eaters you can get to put it on is good just let me know who they are so I can watch who I order around. They won’t know I have control over them unless I give them an order. You’ll need to have the names of two possible pets for me the next time we meet and perhaps one you want for yourself. I’m not sure what I’ll do with this many pets. That goes for you too, Beloved, Perra, Chere, Cunt” Harry glanced at Denis who hadn’t moved from his feet even to dress. “I think this one is too far gone to care. Aren’t you Baby?”

“Master” Denis breathed without answering. Harry chuckled.

“Probably Harry,“ Neville supplied ruffling Denis’ hair. The boy hissed at him like cat and returned to gazing adoringly at Harry.

“What is your plan Master,” Draco asked.

“Voldemort made a mistake. He captured his people’s bodies, but not their minds, not their souls, not their true selves and so left himself open. He also came out into the spot light and made himself enemies. Since none of my pets would ever betray me by telling anyone what I’m doing. No one will know until it’s too late.”

“And the end goal, Master?” Draco pressed.

“Total domination.” Draco shivered as if the phrase its self could pleasure him.

“Master, I am yours, but I believe I would have loved you anyway.” Harry laughed.

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