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The Fealty of Draco Malfoy	By : KaliSword Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4366 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Harry Potter series. I make no money off this material. Anything familiar is not my own and belongs to JK Rowling and Warner Brothers.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter depicts graphic assault but no penetration. If you are uncomfortable with this but wish to continue that is ok. This chapter is not similar to the rest of the story so you can skip it if you'd like.
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She was a complete wreck. Naked, cold and exhausted on her feet she reached for anything she could throw at him. Draco watched her sway as she tried to hold the heavy owl statue from his desk. It thunked loudly on the floor.
“What are you doing?” Draco asked coldly from the door. She lunged for the statue, falling to her knees and tried to throw the statue at him. It rolled to his feet, “Pathetic. Can't you even try for a decent escape?” She looked at him and his panic showing but his voice remained cold. She stood on wobbly legs and grabbed anything she could reach and threw it at him. He simply dodged each item. He was casting spells to the walls. He was protecting his study from eavesdropping and unwanted visitors.
“Get away from me!” She yelled moving so the desk was between them. He said nothing but continued to cast spells here and there about the room. “Let me out of here!” He moved around one edge of the desk, she countered..
“Sit down, Granger.” He said not casting any more spells. She’s always so stubborn.
“No!” She moved away from him and the desk. He rolled his eyes at her obvious reply.
“Please sit down.” He asked gentler, panic lacing his words. He needed to convince her he wasn’t actually going to hurt her.
“I won't let you touch me,” she said defiantly, crossing her arms over her exposed breasts. He realized this was not the best way to engender trust so he took off his robe. She recoiled. He looked away and held out the robe for her.
“Just take it and listen for a moment,” he leaned on the front of the desk looking away until she was dressed, “I'm supposed to…” he was disgusted, “break you mentally and… physically.” He ran his hands through his hair messing his long blonde strands. He couldn’t do it. He’d have to come up with something to protect her.
She stood straighter, “You can't break me.” He wanted to smile at her but knew it would not come across as appreciation of her strength.
“I… don't want to.” He looked down, “It makes me sick thinking of… it’s better than if Greyback got you.” They both shivered thinking about it.
“But you're going to try anyway. Have to please the Dark Lord after all,” she spat at him. Her legs shook, standing wouldn’t last long.
“No.” He said firmly standing up, “I can't do something-” *knock knock*
He paled and strode to the door “Hello, Mother,” he let his mother into the room. Narcissa surveyed Draco’s messed hair, the room and then Granger. Papers, books, and quills were strewn about the floor. Granger looked like she was about to collapse in her feet wrapped in Draco’s cloak.
“You do not have to do this, son.” She turned her attention to him. All panic was gone from his face, his blank Malfoy mask was in place.
“I have this under control, Mother. Please,” he held the door open for her, “I will make you proud.” Narcissa gave a small scowl and a slight wrinkle formed between her eyebrows.
“I hope so son. The Dark Lord wishes to see you,” She left and as soon as Draco shut the door Granger collapsed to the floor.
“Damn it!” Draco cursed as he ran to Hermione. “Wake up, Granger!”
Hermione stirred awake for a moment before exhaustion took over again. Draco put her on the chaise beside the window. He couldn't do much for her right then but let her rest.
He watched her sleep. He must have put on a convincing act if his own mother thought he’d…
Long ago when things were simpler his mother had taught him to respect a lady, to never force himself on anyone and to intervene if he saw something of that nature happen. He hoped she would understand what he meant when he said, “I will make you proud.” He was many things but a rapist was not one of them.
He warded the room so that only house elves could enter or leave the room before he left to meet his fate.
He headed down to the dining room where meetings were held. As he took a seat beside his mother he noticed that she was wary of looking at him.
Voldemort was standing with his back to the room. Once the table was full he turned around.
“You fools had Harry Potter and let him escape!” He pointed to the Malfoys and Bellatrix. They all looked down at the table.
Bellatrix pleaded first, “My Lord, a house elf took them,” she licked her lips, “We still have the mudblood!”
“Silence,” Voldemort hissed, “I am aware that Potter was taken I am disappointed that a house elf thwarted you. Crucio,” he lazily flicked his wand at Bellatrix. She cried out in pain. “You have the mudblood, Draco?”
“Yes, my Lord,” Draco answered. He could feel the mental intrusion and brought up vivid images.
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Draco took Hermione by the hair and dragged her to the middle of the room.
“Kneel,” he spat. She refused standing very still, “I will make you kneel.” She refused again and kept her eyes forward.
He sent a binding hex at her forcing her to kneel. Struggling against the bonds she caused the ropes to tighten.
“You always thought you were better than me. Always besting me in class,” he circled her watching as tears of pain and fear welled in her eyes, “Now you will know what it's like to have none of that matter. You will be in your proper role.” He slapped her face then roughly massaged her breasts.
“Get your hands off me!” Hermione yelled trying to pull away. She caused the rope to tighten painfully.
“The more you struggle the tighter those ropes get,” he said pinching one of her nipples hard. She gasped in pain. Her hands were turning dark red from the restraints.
He watched her for a moment before he leaned forward and whispered, “I'm going to ruin you”
She visibly shivered and a tear ran down her cheek. He summoned a whip striking her hard and fast. Her arms behind her did nothing to protect her sensitive breasts. She cried out with each strike.
“Stop! Please stop!” She pleaded. Her breasts had dozens of red angry welts.
“What will you do to make me?” Draco asked with a glint his eye. She looked around wildly.
“I-I won't struggle…” she said quietly.
“Struggle is the goal.” He struck her again, “Touch yourself,” he commanded. He released the ropes holding her.
She was relieved to have her arms. He looked at her expectantly. She blushed and slowly ran her hands down her hips. She stopped at her hips.
“Continue…” he drawled as he crossed his arms watching her hand down to her mound, “Like you mean it,” he ordered.
She closed her eyes and slid her fingers in deeper and started to masturbate. Draco walked behind her and put a sticking charm on her arm keeping her arm in place.
Feeling the charm she opened her eyes and tried to remove her arm, “Let me go.” She demanded.
“No.” He said from behind her. Pushing her shoulders down roughly he had her laying facedown on the floor. Her abused breasts pressed firmly on the floor. She gasped in pain and he chuckled, “Keep touching yourself,” he smacked her ass hard with his hand.
She whimpered and tried to cover her ass with her free hand, “No!” she cried out. He grabbed her wrist and pinned it on her lower back with another sticking charm.
“You going to cry?” He crooned mockingly. She gasped again as he pushed her legs apart and kneeled between them, “You'd best keep touching yourself. Otherwise, I will be much worse.”
She didn't move her fingers so he pushed her arm down shifting her weight on her sore breasts. Sobbing in pain she slowly started moving her fingers.
“Good girl,” he watched her for a moment before massaging her ass cheeks. Spanking intermittently, he included rubbing her tight hole.
“No! Please no!” She practically shouted as he ran a finger down her crack. Jerking away from his touch she pushed more weight on her breasts and groaned in pain.
“Bad girl!” He shouted and spanked her, “You aren't allowed to pull away from you master,” he pulled her up by her hair so she was leaning uncomfortably on her knees with her back against him.
He grabbed her sore nipples and pinched and pulled. She cried out in pain.
“Keep touching yourself. If you stop I will fuck your ass right now.” He growled in her ear. Her hand continued moving but she whimpered each time there was pressure on her breasts. He trailed a hand down her stomach and followed her arm down to her hand. Her hand traced patterns of in and out, round in circles and soft pinches. He pressed his fingers to her clit hard and she bucked into his hand. He pinched a nipple and her clit at the same time.
All she could do was gasp. Pain and pleasure were mixing. He massaged her until she was close to climax. He pulled away and pushed her to the floor unsticking her arms. She whimpered in un-fillment. Then realizing what she had done buried her face in her arms.
He pulled her up on to her hands and knees before walking to an armchair. “Come here,” she trembled for a moment before trying to stand up. “On your knees slave. Crawl to your master.” He sneered at her. She gave him a defiant look.
“No.”
“I will be cruel if you don't come here now” he stated coldly. He summoned a cane. She shivered and crawled reluctantly.
She stayed on her hands and knees for a moment looking at the floor, “Look at me.” She did, “You will not get release without servicing me.”
Her eyes dropped to the bulge between his legs. Gulping she looked back to him and said, “I won't do it.” He smirked.
“Then I must tease you to the brink of insanity,” she was magically bound to another armchair. He opened a bag that was next to his chair, “These are toys that will sense you about to climax and shut off and shrink. You cannot move from that chair.”
He pulled out a vibrator and put it against her clit. It zapped her as it attached itself. Next a pair of nipple clamps. She whimpered as they pinched themselves on her.
Next he pulled out what looked like a worm. One end more tapered than the other. She eyed it suspiciously. He smirked before placing it near her entrance.
“Ready?” He asked she shook her head, “Good. Remember this is your punishment for not servicing me like a good little slave.” He snapped his fingers and everything went into motion. The nipple clamps tightened and massaged her breasts. The vibrator started at a low rumble. And the worm like toy came to life. The smaller end wiggled between her cheeks and prodded at her rear entrance. The bigger end thrust into her quickly and started pumping into her. She moaned in pleasure and was trying to move in concert with the toys.
Then they shut off. She cried out in frustration. A cooling spell washed over her killing the immediate arousal.
“Enjoy your frustration hour,” he laughed at her panting.
The toys starred up again as he stood and headed to door.
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“Well now,” Voldemort commented after seeing Draco's memory, “You have come a long way, Draco” Voldemort gave him an approving smile.
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