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Amore Schiavo	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 39164 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Draco was working on brewing a particularly nasty poison to soothe his nerves, while he thought of his problem.
He needed to find a way to keep himself out of the Dark Lord’s service. He had seen what happened to the men and women that joined him. Some were turned to madness, some were stripped completely of their pride, and others were blinded by his ideals.
None of those was a life Draco wanted for his own. He knew that Potter’s side would win, in the end, and he intended to come out on top. What he needed now was someone to go to with his request for assistance.
Dumbledore was out of the question.
To be quite honest, Draco wouldn’t trust the old man as far as he could throw him, and besides, look at what he WORE! The man was obviously not quite right in the head.
Severus would be too risky.
‘He IS my godfather, but I’m not sure where his loyalties lie. I know he works for Dumbledore, but Father has dropped hints that he is a Death Eater, so I still can’t trust him with this.’
Then, there was Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived.
The Chosen One.
Draco paused, his hand hovering over the newt’s eyes for a second before he grabbed the bottle and carefully added twelve of them to the potion.
‘He’s supposed to be the one to defeat the Dark Lord, and really, he MIGHT be able to do it.’ Draco conceded.
It was true, Harry was competent, and he was obviously being trained, though by whom, Draco couldn’t say. He wasn’t the same little boy he had been in fifth year. He had grown taller, taller even then Draco was, and he had also added muscle to his previously slender frame. He was toned, and when Draco had seen him at King’s Cross, coming off the Express in a muscle shirt, he had almost gasped aloud.
The fabric had hugged Potter’s upper body, showing a hard chest and abs with the slightest amount of definition. But those ARMS. They were pure muscle, and Draco had a momentary longing to feel those arms wrapped tightly around him, protecting him and shielding him from the outside world and all its expectations.
That longing hadn’t fully dissipated.
Draco was afraid, too afraid to hide. He wanted to just let his father dictate his life, but his father had obviously chosen the wrong side.
But he also didn’t want to have to fight him alone.
He wanted someone to protect him, and he wanted to have someone who could take all the burdens out of his hands. He didn’t want to have to CHOOSE anymore.
But, he did have to choose. And the wisest choice would be Potter.
Potter would be able to make sure he didn’t break down and return to his father, and that was part of what he needed. And with Potter backing him, he was sure he could fight his father on this.
Besides, Potter had such POWER.
It was natural to want to be around that kind of power. That was part of the lure that drew people to the Dark Lord, after all. But Harry’s was untapped, and had such raw potential that Draco wanted to bathe in it, REVEL in it, and to do that, he had to ensure that he was as close to the man, for that’s what he was, as he could be.
*****
Draco tapped his finger against the page he was reading in ‘Strongest Magicks Olde and Newe’ and sighed. So, love magic was the strongest form, and was still very much in use today. That was no surprise.
After all, certain marriage bindings could overcome even a life debt.
But, Potter would never fall in LOVE with Draco, at least, not the way things stood at the moment, so a love ritual was out of the equation completely.
The second strongest form was sex magic, which had fallen out of use a few decades ago, when the Dark Lord came into his power, because he used it on a regular basis. It became seen as Dark, when it was only dark because of the wildness it retained. Sex was wild, so it was dark, just not in an evil or harmful sense.
He wouldn’t mind being intimate with Potter, if it came to that. He liked blokes a bit better than girls, and he was definitely interested in Potter in a very carnal way. This way, he could have his cake and eat it, too.
The third strongest form was blood magic, and that fact in and of itself could cause him problems, since his father could use it against him if he so chose, invoking some obscure-yet-still-legal blood ritual that would force his heir to do his bidding.
Unless Draco somehow renounced him.
And a sex ritual that incorporated renouncing blood ties would serve that purpose, if he could find one that was still legal.
So, Draco would look for a sex ritual that somehow would involve cutting his blood ties and then he would contact Potter.
But where would he find a suitable ritual that Potter would be accepting of? It would have to be legal, but unbreakable, and so many rituals made these days came with a loophole.
So, an ancient one, then.
He got up and began looking through his father’s more obscure, older titles. A lot of them were for poisons and blood magic, but a few held a variety of older rituals, spells, and potions that were once popular or well-known, but had fallen into obscurity. Draco was sure he could find an old sex magic spell or ritual that was still legal and had no way that Draco could get out of it that his father could exploit. He pulled down several books and began looking through them carefully.
*****
Draco stared in shock at some of the details of the spells he was looking at. Most of them were for strong wizards, and Harry might just be able to pull them off. But none of them looked like they had quite the right dynamic.
He had been interested in a few of the slavery spells, so maybe he should direct his search in that direction. However, most of them were illegal, and as such, would never be acceptable to Harry.
He had to find something legal to have any hope of garnering help from the Gryffindor.
Draco paused in his reading, feeling a small smile slide over his face. This was it. This, he could use. Amore Schiavo. He held his breath as he read the first few paragraphs, then let it out in a whoosh as he devoured the words greedily, already going through the ritual in his head.
“The Amore Schiavo ritual is intended only for those in dire need of protection and who are in a lifelong, committed relationship, as it is easy for one partner to abuse their power or neglect the other’s needs otherwise, and could be accomplished unintentionally.
“The ritual will, in effect, make the supplicant subject to the whims of the Owner, becoming their property legally, physically, and sexually.
“The ritual involves the surrender of all material assets and cutting of all ties, to ensure that nothing is to be more important to the supplicant than their new status as an owned object.
“The supplicant must fashion the blade to be used for the cutting of the ties themselves, to ensure that it is tuned to the feel of the ties it must sever, and to ensure that none other than those involved in the ritual may touch it. It must be of the one material that calls most strongly to the supplicant’s soul, as only that substance can sever one’s ties properly, cleanly, without leaving them tattered and bleeding out the supplicant’s magic.
“The supplicant will not lose their magic, but can only use it for spells which the Owner has approved, and cannot use it to harm the Owner or those the Owner cares for, including the supplicant themselves.
“All material possessions, wealth, and any other assets, must be surrendered to the Owner at the Speaking of Intent, the same ritual used for most willing slaveries and/or bindings that are one-sided. The surrender must be complete and joyful, for the magic to accept it as something truly wanted.
“The spell is irreversible and permanent, and though it is considered Dark by most, cannot be made illegal due to the fact that it must be entered into willingly, and with full intent to surrender one’s own self to another.
“For the full ritual, including incantations and instructions for all stages, please refer to the book ‘Bonds of Love and Duty’ by Greyson Gaunt.”
Draco smirked in satisfaction. He’d find a way to acquire that book, and once he’d studied it and memorized what he needed to do, he’d do it, happily. Anything to escape his otherwise sealed fate.
*****
“Pansy,
I need to ask a favor of you, as you are the only person I know besides myself with the connections and cunning to obtain an item I need without detection.
I ask you to procure me a copy of the book ‘Bonds of Love and Duty’ by Greyson Gaunt. I will make the reason clear to you on the Hogwarts Express, but I cannot do this myself, as my father’s watch grows ever more vigilant.
Draco.”
Pansy frowned. Well, this was strange. Although, to be honest, Draco had done stranger things, and he always had a good reason when she found out why he had done it, so she supposed this time would be no exception to that rule.
Besides that, Draco was her oldest and dearest friend, so she didn’t really have much of a choice, did she?
She sighed, mind made up, and went to look through her book of contacts to find out who would likely have access to the book that Draco wanted.
After a few hours, she found that she had one person in her debt that would be able to owl-order a copy of that title without arousing interest.
*****
Draco sat in his bedroom, practicing wand movements for Dark spells to appease any surveillance spells his father may have on him, but in his mind, things were totally different. Thoughts were whirling, as he contemplated the bits of information on the Amore Schiavo binding that he had discovered.
‘I’d have to have sex with Potter, frequently, for the spell to be strong. It would help if we were in love, but I don’t think he’d ever love me, and I don’t even know if I’m still capable of love, after how little of it I’ve seen so far.’ Draco conjured a small mannequin and fired off a blasting curse, hitting it in the chest, blowing it apart with apparent ease.
‘I’d be pledging sexual fidelity, loyalty, obedience and even FEALTY to him, and if he told me to, I’d still have to fight in the war, only on his side rather than Father’s. On the other hand, I’d be under his protection. He’s strong, there’s no doubt of that. But… To willingly become chattel, I’ll have to bury most of the pride that makes me who I am, and learn to accept that I am no longer my own person, but someone else’s property. Or perhaps, a pet, if I am so lucky.’ Another mannequin, another easy kill, as he cast a flurry of slicing hexes, cutting it to ribbons.
‘I’d need to be able to trust that Potter would be able to keep me safe from my father, if I am to do this. I will need to trust HIM. I may not even be ABLE to give him that trust, though, and that would be a problem.’ Draco snarled, conjuring one last mannequin and using the force of his power to will it to explode, smiling wolfishly as the remnants rained down on his room, coating it in a fine, tan dust.
‘I’ll have to consider this carefully. Can I really trust Potter to the extent I’ll have to for this to work?’
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