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Maximus Dominus	By : TempestLore Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4992 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Maximus Dominus
Chapter Two
The Milk Bar
    Harry awoke too late to make it for breakfast in the Great Hall. He rushed to his classroom, arriving just in the nick of time as the students filed into the room and took their seats. He felt out of it, the events of the previous night weighing on his mind heavily. Ten years with Ron, down the drain. He could barely believe it had happened, so it was no wonder he was still in a state of shock. At least his date with Malfoy had eased his suffering. He didn’t have to spend the night alone, and that kiss, wow, the kiss was amazing and took him completely by surprise, though it probably shouldn’t have, knowing Malfoy. Date? Could he even call two blokes watching a quidditch match a date? He paused at the blackboard to think about it, when he heard the twittering of giggles within the classroom. He’d completely lost his train of thought so he turned around to face the class, when a wad of paper hit him square between the eyes.
     “Right, who threw that?”
     Every student turned their eyes downward, all except for the slightly overweight fellow, Dexter Dimplerash, who sat in the front row, closest to Harry’s desk.
     “Well then, you can all serve detention. All but Dexter,” he said and he checked his notes once more and then scrawled the week’s lesson upon the blackboard.
     “Sir, we wasn’t aiming at you. We was trying to hit Dexter. ”
     “Is that supposed to make it alright, Malcolm? Who knows what the word respect means?” Not one person raised their hand but instead there were more giggles. Blast, couldn’t there be at least one student with the likes of Hermione in just one of his classes? Where was the-know-it-all when you needed one? Harry sighed.
     “Right. Would someone like to tell me just what is so funny? I need a good laugh today. Violet, you tell me. Go on. ” Harry said in frustration.
     “Umm, it’s your socks. ”
     “What about my…. ” Harry said pulling the hem up on his robe. He stopped when he saw the mistake. His mind had been occupied with Ron and with Malfoy’s kiss that he had neglected to notice that he was wearing mismatched socks. He looked down at the white and purple socks he was wearing and chuckled.
     “I’m so glad that you lot noticed my socks, because it brings up a good lesson that I think all of you need to learn,” Harry improvised. “We are all different, and we should embrace those differences. It is after all what makes us unique. In the same breath, we all have similarities. ” Harry cleared his throat. “Dexter, what house do you belong to?”
     “Hufflepuff, Sir,” he uttered meekly.
     “And Violet, which house are you in?”
     “Gryffindor, Professor Potter. ”
     “Right. I thought you were in Hufflepuff. Well no worries, show of hands of those in Hufflepuff?”
     Harry pinched his nose between his forefinger and thumb when not one student in the class was from Hufflepuff House. How was it possible that this first year class had not one other Hufflepuff student? Damned sorting hat, he cursed under his breath. “Alright, well there must be something else that makes Dexter, for example, similar to the rest of you. Show of hands, who likes quidditch?”
    All the kids, but Dexter raised their hands. “You don’t like quidditch, Dexter?”
     “No, Sir. Can’t stand it.” There was a loud hiss of boos coming from the rowdy lot of Slytherins in the back of the room. “Hush you lot or lose five points for Slytherin House. Dexter what do you like?”
     “I like the Triturus Italicus.”
     “Wonderful,” Harry said thoroughly confused. “And what is that Dexter?”
     “It’s a type of newt. ”
     “Right. You like newts. ” The day went from bad to worse for Harry. “Well, that’s different, but I bet there are loads who kids who like newts. Does anybody like…newts?” The girls all cringed and the boys smirked and looked at one another.
     “Dexter’s mother looks like a newt,” one of the boys in the back of the room said and the whole class erupted in laughter.
     “I’ve met Dexter’s mum and she does not look like a newt. She’s very nice, Dexter,” Harry consoled. As he turned around he whispered the word yikes, under his breath.
     “Right, quiet down. You are all missing the point of this exercise. So in addition to your regular reading I want you all to write a three page essay on why you should embrace and tolerate one another’s differences. Title it Respect. And next time you come into this class, bring some respect with you because I won’t tolerate this behavior in here. Class dismissed. ”
     The students sighed and filed out of the room. Harry sauntered to the doorway where he watched the children leave. It wasn’t surprising that one of the Slytherin boys shoved Dexter into the wall, and quite hard at that. He grimaced at seeing it but he knew he had to let Dexter fight his own battles. It was then that he saw that familiar swagger. He was dressed in flowing black robes with the Slytherin House emblem neatly embroidered on the left breast. He bit into an apple as he made his way to Harry. Harry smiled and then his jaw dropped when he saw Malfoy extend his foot and trip the bully who had shoved Dexter.
     “Look where you’re going, Dreznot.”
     “Yes Sir. Sorry Professor, Malfoy.”
     Harry beamed and shook his head.
     “Boy, the more things change, the more they stay the same,” Harry said to the towering blond.
     “He had it coming. Surprised you didn’t throw a Stupefy curse at him. ” Harry’s face dropped at hearing that, the memory flooding back to him of their altercation at the Three Broomstick’s only the night before.
     “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. ”
     “Don’t sweat it. I was always much faster than you on the draw. ”
     “Ha!” Harry said and he gave Draco a gentle punch in the arm. “Thanks for that though. I was getting nowhere with that lot. That Dexter really is an oddball. ”
     “Shouldn’t bother. The only thing a bully responds to is brute force I’m afraid to say. I was that kid in school, if you recall. ”
     “Bygones, yeah?”
     “Still the naive Gryffindor. It’s your weakness you know. ”
     “No. It’s my strength. ”
     For a moment they both stared into one another’s eyes. Harry could feel Draco’s penetrating gaze, boring into him, as if he was searching for something. Harry could feel a blush creeping across his cheeks and he broke off the stare and turned away. “I’m starved. Wish I hadn’t of missed breakfast. Still two hours before lunch. ”
    With that, Malfoy held his apple to Harry’s mouth and nodded for him to take a bite. Harry hesitated, but seeing the hallways empty of students he relented and took a bite of the juicy apple whilst Malfoy held it firmly between his fingers. As he chewed he couldn’t help but notice the way Malfoy sensually moved his tongue over his own lips. Without warning, Harry was being dragged into the classroom and pinned against the wall. Malfoy smelled of expensive cologne and after shave and Harry inhaled deeply. He leaned forward and with a velvety tongue licked Harry’s lips. It was slow and purposeful and Harry felt satisfying goose bumps explode up is arms and down his legs.
     “You had some juice on your lips, so I got it off for you,” he said in a deep, husky voice that made Harry shiver in delight. He hadn’t felt this alive since the time he and Ron had first kissed under the Gryffindor tower, behind the curtain, way back in their fourth year.
     “Wha..what’s going on between us, Malfoy?” Harry stammered.
     “Stop trying to analyze everything and just go with it for a change,” he said quite nonchalantly and then he handed Harry the apple.
     “Don’t you want your apple back?” Harry asked as Malfoy turned to leave.
     “Not after you got your spittle all over it,” he said rudely and Harry was confused, that is until he turned around and winked as he ducked out of the classroom.
     “See ya at lunch Potter.”

    Shock would have been an understatement, to describe what Harry felt when he walked into the teacher’s lounge and found Draco Malfoy and Neville Longbottom, the Herbology Professor, laughing like the best of chums over a salad and pumpkin juice.
     “Yeah, Daphne’s taste in wardrobe isn’t to be desired. I never quite understood her fashion sense, but so long as you like it I reckon that’s all that matters, Neville, though I do insist on doing all of Scorpius’s clothes shopping. Can’t have people mistaking me son for one of the ruddy house elves,” Draco said and Neville bellowed with laughter.
     “Oh, hello Harry. Draco and I were just chatting. Here, take my seat. I was just leaving. I have a crop of mandrakes that need birthing. Isn’t it exciting!” Neville was all a glow.
     “Thrilling Neville,” Harry said disinterestedly as he sat down to eat.
     “Tell Daphne I’ll be there tomorrow night, if you could. ”
     “That’s wonderful you decided to come. It’s been a while. Everybody missed you. ” With that Neville bounced clumsily out of the lounge, no doubt headed for the greenhouses.
     “What in the hell was that?” Harry asked, perplexed.
     “What was what?” Draco asked, taking a swig of pumpkin juice. Harry noted the way his Adam’s Apple moved up and down and after their impromptu meeting in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, he had to force back the impulse to ravage his neck. It was almost as if Draco knew that, as he took long, slow drinks of his juice. That conceited, prig, Harry thought to himself. Toying with me. Please don’t stop toying with me.
     “Why so chummy with Longbottom? Are the two of you…you know,” Harry asked while trying his best not to sound jealous. He wasn’t actually sure if he was or not, or if he was if he even had the right to feel that way. He was sure that he didn’t.
     “Neville is as straight as an arrow. Figured you knew that, since he was your mate back in school. ”
     “After last night, I don’t know much of anything anymore. ”
     Draco moved his hand across the table until the tips of his fingers were touching Harry’s. Harry did not pull away. “Neville’s fucking my wife. ”
  Harry coughed and sputtered and the pumpkin juice sprayed over the table and over Malfoy. The blond made an unpleasant face as he reached for a napkin to wipe the juice from his robes. “Sorry for that. I just wasn’t expecting that to come out of your mouth. ”
     “I told you she knew I was gay,” Draco said as if what he had just divulged was perfectly normal. Harry was used to having to hide and Ron’s relationship from Hermione—for ten years, as the case had turned out to be, so this in effect blew his proverbially mind.
     “Yeah, but I figured it was one of those richie customs, where Daphne knew but pretended that it wasn’t going on in order to go through life oblivious, whilst she gossiped about other cheating husbands with the Pureblood Woman’s Auxiliary.” It was now Draco’s turn to bust up in a fit of laughter.
     “You are rather bigoted against pureblood’s you know, though what you said is in fact the case with a lot of women in that sect of society, but not Daphne.”
     “How did you come by this odd relationship?”
     “What makes it odd? Is it odd because it works for both of us?”
     “Hey, I didn’t mean anything by it. I think it’s cool that Neville if screwing your wife, so long as you are cool with it. ”
     “Well he isn’t the only one screwing her. She also has a girlfriend. Witch who runs an apothecary down on Diagon Alley. I get a wholesale discount on all her products. ”
     “This is just so unusual,” Harry said taking a big bite off a treacle tart.
     “Not really. Daphne and I get on well. We had an arranged marriage, and it was expected of us to produce an heir, which we did. We both love our son, but apart from that we lead completely independent lives. ”
     “So you just stay married, for the sake of your son?”
     “Ah, yeah I reckon, though mostly we stay married because of the money. Neither of our parents approved of our lifestyles, and they promised to cut us off from both the Malfoy and the Snodgrass fortunes if we didn’t stay together at least in name. When they kick the bucket we can explore that avenue, but our marriage isn’t inhibiting our lives at all, so I fail to see the point. ”
     “The point is that you don’t love her and marriage is supposed to be a sacred union. It’s supposed to mean something. I think it’s a cop out. You don’t leave your wife, because it gives you a convenient excuse to not get too involved with somebody else,” Harry said bitterly.
     “I don’t think we are talking about me, are we? If you want to sit and sulk over your bloody boyfriend, do it on your time. Good day,” Draco said and he exited his chair.
     “Wait…I’m sorry,” Harry said, but it was too late, Malfoy was gone.
     Later that evening, and into the following day, Harry tried in vain to find Malfoy in order to apologize. It wasn’t until late Saturday afternoon that he finally caught up with him. He was down in the dungeons, hard at work on a potion.
     “Not brewing something deadly and disturbing in order to kill me with, I hope?”
     “No,” he said flatly as he continued to add ingredients to the sweet smelling brew.
     “Maybe you should, huh?”
     “Is there something that you wanted?”
     “Thought maybe we could go to Hogsmeade for supper, and then head on to that party together. ”
     “Can’t. Too much work to do here. ”

     “Hey now, you’re the one who invited me to this thing.”
     “Yeah, change of plans. You should go though. You need to loosen up,” Draco said and he scowled at Harry.
     “I’m not going without you. Listen, Malfoy…er…Draco,” Malfoy’s eyebrow raised at that but he didn’t say a word. “I’m really sorry about yesterday. I was way out of line and you were right. I was sulking about Ron. It won’t happen again. ”
     “Already forgotten. ” Harry found that about as comfortable to swallow as a bezoar, as he moved closer to the blond.
     “Please go with me,” Harry said softly and he touched Draco’s hand.
     “As much as I enjoy hearing those particular words cross your lips, and I so do enjoy hearing you utter the word please, believe you me, I still can’t go. I really am behind here. The previous Professor didn’t set out any of the class assignments, so I’m starting from scratch. ”
     “Another time then? Though this party or whatever it is did have me intrigued. ”
     “Go, Potter. You should go to it. You will thoroughly enjoy yourself. Just don’t forget about me,” he said with a wink.
     “I don’t know, maybe I will. Would you even let me forget about you?”
     “Of course not,” he said and he flashed his pearly whites.
     “Alright, then I guess I’m off. Don’t toil away down here all night. ”
     “Ah, I won’t. ”
     He felt ridiculous in a jean jacket and leather pants and boots, but he wanted to blend in. The last thing he needed was for someone to recognize him in a place he probably ought not be in in the first place. He had to figure that when he took in mind that the source was Malfoy. Merlin only knew where he was sending him. Straight into the Serpent’s mouth? The thought did occur to him. Still, that fact rather excited him.
     He had wandered muggle London for at least an hour when he pulled out the card and checked the address again. “This has to be it, but where is it?” He was looking at the dull and chipped sign of an Insurance Agency. The building itself was shoddy with paint chipped walls and crumbling plaster. With nothing to lose, he pulled out his wand and tapped the card three times, just as Draco had instructed. Suddenly he found himself standing inside a small room.
     “’Ere’s ye number. “Eere’s ye consent form. Ye can set over there,” said a burly man whose face was painted red. Harry’s eyes went wide. The man looked like Lucifer himself and he turned to find the door in order to leave.
     “Number twenty two,” a silver haired woman with the likeness of a Veela called out and Harry looked at the red, bold number twenty two on the slip of parchment in his hand and he shuddered. “Are you twenty-two?” She turned to Harry. She had golden eyes that twinkled in the dim yellow lights of the plain, seafoam green room that he was in.
     “I am, but I’ve changed my mind. So if you don’t mind, I’ll just be going. ”
     “Did you sign the consent form?”
     “No, because I’m not staying. ”
     “Just touch your wand to the consent form. ” She held her hand on the end of the scroll and Harry felt that if he didn’t do what she wished that he might have some trouble with Lucifer, who was glaring at him with his arms crossed as he slouched in the door jam. Reluctantly, he touched his wand to the parchment and the Veela snatched the parchment from his fingers.
     “Brilliant! Welcome to the House of Terror. ”
     Harry’s face went a ghostly white.
     “Joking! You have fun! Everybody have fun! Right this way, we get you a drink. ”
     She pushed through a door, her claw like grip fastened to Harry’s arm as she pulled him through a sea of people. Naked people. The music blared and strobe lights flickered. Harry was on sensory overload as he was led through a sea of writhing, grinding, bodies all caught up in a hedonistic show of wanton debauchery. The smell of sweat and sex filled the air and every hair on Harry’s head stood on end.
     “You must drink. ”
     The woman had parked Harry in front of a great fountain. It had two statues, one that reminded him of the famous Venus de Milo, although this one had arms and she was holding hands with the statue of a man that more resembled Julius Ceasar. From the statues two stone breasts spewed the milky substance that rained down into the lower tiers of the fountain. When he turned his eyes to the male statue he was amiss not to notice the extra large size penis that jutted out from the life size statue. Harry suddenly felt rather inadequate as he stared dumfounded at the massive penis—a penis that dribbled the same white, milky liquid from the tip of his stone, hard cock. “Drink now,” she said again but he didn’t see any cups. “Like this. I show you,” she murmured and she leaned up and took one of the maiden’s nipples into her mouth as she sucked and swallowed. Feeling completely ridiculous but curious, Harry knelt down and put his mouth over the engorged cock of the statue and mimicked the woman. It was sweet to the taste, a combination of vanilla and coconut he assessed. It slid down his throat easily and he felt his belly grow warm. The sensation slowly spread downwards to his toes and then up through his torso. It was amazing, and he never wanted to stop guzzling from that glorious cock. His head began to feel cloudy and suddenly the room was spinning.
     “That’s enough. Save some for somebody else,” a husky voice resonated in his ears, and he felt his body being pulled up. “Your vision will right itself in a moment when your body adjusts to the effects of the milk. ”
     “Who are you?”
     “I’m Maximus, and you are my mine. Serve me well and you will ache for nothing. Disappoint, and you will face my wrath. ” Harry felt a slight pinch and then something was snapped tightly around his neck. Suddenly a hand was pushing him down and he found himself on all fours, and then the pulling sensation began. He was forced to crawl on all fours. What kind of magic is this? He still felt warm from the milk and his cock ached and throbbed. It was as if every nerve ending in his body was crying out to be touched. As the effects of the milk waned he did indeed find that his vision returned to him. That was when he saw him. The man who called himself Maximus. He was a towering figure with long, platinum hair that fell down his back. His hair was tied in a simple band at the base of his neck and his powerful thighs, so sturdy and strong were a vision of masculinity at its finest. But his arse, that sublime arse, Harry had other ideas about. He crawled faster after Maximus and when the Adonis retreated behind a sheer green curtain Harry followed. He crawled over and between couples that were all in various states of copulation. He saw two women going down on one another, he saw witches with dicks, one being a busty redhead who wore a large pink cock. His eyes grew wide when he saw where she intended to put it. A man, naked and bent over a chaise moaned and pleaded for her touch. There were threesomes, and foursomes and moresomes and Harry’s head was spinning again as his breaths came short and quick. All he could think about was the blond that was now seated before him in a chair that looked like a throne for a God--and he most certainly was. His biceps and chest were ripped and cut with muscles, a fine specimen of beauty.
     “Come, show your reverence. ” With that he pulled on something, and it was only then that Harry realized that he too was naked and that he was connected to a shimmering leash that sparkled like diamonds each time that Maximus pulled on it. He drew closer and closer until he was kneeling in front of his Master. His Master? What the hell did I drink? He tried to remember, but now it all seemed a distant memory. The only focus of his mind was on that of Maximus. His eyes bore down on him as Harry dropped kisses from his feet to his thighs. Maximus let out a deep sigh and then stopped him with his hand before he could devour his pulsating organ between his legs. Harry wanted to cry. He wanted to take that beautiful, masterful cock into his mouth and suck it until he drained him dry.
     “You want me don’t you?” He asked and Harry nodded.
     “I shall give into your wishes tonight merely because it is our first time. But do not expect that I will be so giving in the future. I will whip you and tether you and take all that you give to me and then I will demand more. But for now…Suck. ” His voice was hotter than the devil’s underwear in August and it oozed sex. Harry spared no haste as he swathed and swirled his tongue over and around the tip of his manhood. He could taste the saltiness of his arousal and he wanted so much more. Over him his head plunged downwards and he felt rough hands tangled in his hair as Maximus thrust his hips hard into Harry’s mouth. His cock ached and he reached his hand down between his own legs and then suddenly he felt a sharp stinging pain on his backside and a loud crack reverberated in his ears as he was struck with a strap. “No. Don’t touch yourself. You’re mine. ”
     “Please touch me. I want you so badly. ”
     “Say please again. ”
     “Please. Please. Please!”
     “Yes,” he hissed and he yanked the leash until Harry’s face was only inches from his own. He kissed him hard on the mouth as Harry climbed upon his lap, Maximus's tongue plunging deep into the cavern of his mouth. He sucked on his tongue in such a pleasing manner that Harry felt as if he would come right then and there. There was no way that he could control his own urges. He had to let go. As if sensing this, with two fingers, Maximus pinched off the tip of his cock and Harry yelped out, but his Master only laughed. He was toying with him. Please don’t stop toying with me.
     “This is a raid by the Aurors of the Ministry. Everyone stay right where you are while we remove the glamours. We have some questions for the lot of you sick, freaks.” Harry knew that voice but he couldn’t place it.
     “Come, quickly. This way.” He felt the collar pop off and then the leash disappeared and he was no longer being pulled. Maximus gripped his hand and ran through a panel that was hidden behind mirrors, and then they were outside in a field in the middle of the English countryside. The moon was full and it was chilly and Harry realized quickly that he wasn't fully clothed.
     “I’ll see you soon,” He said. “Go home now pet.”
     “No…don’t go! When will I see you?…But…,” he heard a pop and the man was gone and he stood alone on the windy moors. “But, I left my god damn wand back there!”
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*Two chapters today to start you all off. The third needs a few edits and we will be all caught up from the previous version of this story. I am about half done with the fourth chapter. Let me know! I am a bit worried that this fic might be a little too much for this site? I know it says adult and I have read some stories here (in the past) that were way more graphic than I am even capable of, but if the average reader here is younger than what readers of this site used to be, then I don't want to go into some hardcore BDSM material and shock and or offend people. I just haven't been around this site long enough (recently I mean) to gauge it. Anyways, let me know. Thanks for reading!
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