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Harry Potter and the Goblin King	By : GeminiFaerie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29139 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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Warning: This chapter contains BDSM/Violence and dubcon.

            “Ah Severus my boy,” Dumbledore smiled sadly as Severus entered his office, “I’m sure you’ve heard about what happened to Harry by now?” The aged headmaster sat at his desk, his normally sparkling eyes dim.

            “Draco told me that he vanished in front of the entire Gryffindor quidditch team,” Severus confirmed, hiding his concern for his nephew behind a sneer, “I suppose you want me to help in locating him?”

            “Yes,” Dumbledore said, “I am afraid that it may have been a plot by Voldemort; one of my contacts in the order has informed me of a pack of werewolf’s that have settled down in Britain, where they have taken over an abandoned prison and I have reason to believe that Harry may be being held prisoner there, as Fenrir Greyback has been seen on the outskirts of Hogsmeade. I want you to take Remus and try to infiltrate the pack; we cannot allow Voldemort to get to him nor can we allow Greyback to turn him.”

            “I agree Headmaster,” Severus said, paling at the thought of Harry being turned into a werewolf, “I shall go at once. You will alert us via patronus if you locate him first?”

            “Of course,” Dumbledore bowed his head, “I have already instructed the rest of the teachers to start searching the school, along with a help from the Prefects and the Head Boy and Girl. You can use my floo to go where you need.” Severus nodded and stepped up to the fireplace, throwing in a handful of floo powder and going to Snape Manor.

            Once Severus was gone, Dumbledore scowled at his office; where was that blasted boy? He had once again tried to find Harry on the locator map, but all it told him was that Harry was in a secure location. Albus frowned; how did Harry faint? The potion was simply supposed to make Harry susceptible to his suggestions; he should not have fainted. Well, no matter; Albus shrugged-he would go ahead with his plan, with a few minor changes. Albus got up and walked over to one of his many cabinets and pulled out a vial full of a silver liquid and a single black hair. He stopped briefly to stroke Fawkes feather’s, not noticing the way the phoenix watched his every move. At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and Albus smiled; finally!

            “Come in,” he called, and then gestured for Luna to sit in the chair across from his desk, “Have a seat; you did an excellent job earlier, however, do you have any idea why Harry fainted?” Albus cast a strong locking charm on the door, one that would only be broken by Harry’s return to the school.

            “No sir; I gave him the potion and then left as you instructed. Will this still work since he’s missing?”

            “Yes, not to worry,” Dumbledore said reassuringly, “I have a potion that will allow us to contact Harry, and we shall continue as previously planned. Just remember; you must be kind and caring, and convince him that Malfoy Jr. is mistreating him. Now, we just need to wait for the potion to wear off…ah yes; now we can proceeded. Are you ready?” Luna’s form changed into that of a blond-headed boy with a superior expression on his face.

            “Yes sir.”

            “While everyone else is searching for Harry, we will be breaking his connection to the Malfoy brat,” Albus continued, dropping a single black hair into the potion and then separating it into two glasses, “Bottoms up my boy, and good luck!” Albus and his student accomplice downed their potions and then slumped over the desk, unconscious; Fawkes saw his chance and vanished in a flash of flames.

**********

            “What do you mean he’s missing?!” Draco demanded, “What happened?” After Harry disappeared, Ron and Ginny had immediately run to find Draco, and they told him of his missing fiancé.

            “I told you I don’t know exactly what happened,” Ron huffed, “We were practicing and Harry saw Luna sitting in the stands so he went to talk to her for a minute; he re-joined practice and everything seemed to be going fine, and then he suddenly started slipping from his broom; I tried to catch him, but he vanished before I got anywhere near him. We need his map; maybe he’s still somewhere at Hogwarts…”

            “Accio Marauder’s Map,” Draco summoned the map and it came flying to him; he tapped it with his wand and said the password; “I solemnly swear I am up to no good.” They all waited impatiently as the school grounds appeared on the tattered old parchment, but after ten minutes they had to admit that Harry was nowhere on Hogwarts grounds.

            “We need to organize a search party,” Ginny said quickly, not giving Ron or Draco a chance to panic, “Ron-go up to the tower and tell Hermione what happened, and meet us outside the Room of Requirement with everyone who is willing to help. Draco-you go get your friends in Slytherin, and I’ll go find the real Luna to see if anyone from Ravenclaw will help us.”

            “Yes,” Draco nodded, “I will stop by Sev’s office and let him know what’s going on if he hasn’t heard yet, and have him contact Mother.” The three quickly separated, and Draco hurried down to the dungeons. He was just passing Severus’ rooms, when he was sighted by Professor McGonagall.

            “Mister Malfoy, what brings you down here?”

            “I was looking for Professor Snape to see what he knows about my missing fiancé,” Draco replied in his usual condescending voice, then; “Professor? Do you know what happened? I know you don’t like me, but Harry…I need to find him. I can’t let anything bad happen to him.” Even though he didn’t really trust Harry’s head of house, Draco made a gamble and dropped his Malfoy mask, allowing the stern professor to see his genuine worry and concern for the missing boy. McGonagall was silent for a moment as she observed him with sharp eyes before her expression softened.

            “I’m sorry Mister Malfoy,” She said gently, “All I know is Mister Potter disappeared during quidditch practice this afternoon; the headmaster has all of the teachers organizing a search, and he has sent Severus to check a site off-campus with the help of Remus Lupin. If I hear anything I will let you know.”

            “Thank you Professor,” Draco said, “I think I’ll just go let my friends know what’s going on, and send Mother an owl.” McGonagall just nodded, and Draco gave her a small smile before continuing on his way.

            When he entered the Slytherin common room, he saw that Pansy, Blaise and Theo were all sitting by the fire, talking quietly.

            “Hey guys,” Draco said, and Pansy immediately jumped up to give him a hug.

            “Is it true Drake? Is Harry really missing?”

            “Yeah,” Draco replied, “the teachers are searching for him, but we need to go up to the Room of Requirement to meet up with the Gryffindor’s so that we can plan our own search; with Dumbledore in charge I just don’t trust them to put a lot of effort into finding him.”

            “Good point,” Blaise agreed.

            “I want to help,” the group was startled by the offer, and looked up to see one of Pansy’s dorm mates, Daphne Greengrass and her younger sister Astoria, “Ever since you got together with Potter things have been better for the Slytherin’s; the school doesn’t treat us like we’re all Death Eater-wanna be’s anymore, and Astoria and I want to help you.”

            “Okay,” Draco nodded, “Come on; I don’t want to waste any more time.” Draco led the group of Slytherin’s up to the Room of Requirement where they found the other students sitting around a large table in the middle of the room. The students who volunteered to help were (from Gryffindor) Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Seamus, Dean, Neville, Lavender, Parvati and the Creevey brother’s, Luna and Padma from Ravenclaw and then Draco and the other Slytherin’s who had accompanied him.

            “Good, we’re all here,” Hermione said once the door had closed behind the Slytherin’s, “First, I am going to cast a spell to make sure everyone is really who they say they are.” Hermione waved her wand and cast a nonverbal spell; each student was briefly surrounded by a pale blue light which flashed once before fading, and Hermione nodded in satisfaction, “If anyone had been an imposter the light around them would have glowed red. Now, we need to come up with a plan to locate Harry. Draco; have you talked to Severus or contacted your mother?”

            “No,” Draco shook his head, “I ran into McGonagall and she said that Sev has been sent to help Lupin look for Harry somewhere off the school grounds, so I know he will inform Mother about what happened. We should split into groups and each group can search a specific area; we just need a way to communicate.”

            “The patronus charm,” Hermione replied promptly, “Raise your hand if you know how to cast a patronus to send a message.” Neville, Padma, Parvati, Theo, Ginny and Hermione herself were the only ones to raise their hands. “Alright; we’ll separate into six groups, and each group has to have one person who can cast a patronus.”

            “I’ll take Luna and Neville,” Draco said, “Hermione, why don’t you take Ron and…Finnegan? Pansy, Thomas and Parvati can search together, Blaise, Ginny and Brown, Theo and the Greengrass sisters, and Padma and the Creevey brothers. How should we split this up?”

            “Four groups search inside,” Hermione said, “each group can take one quadrant of the castle; fan out starting from the library. We really need maps that will show where we have already searched so that we don’t keep retracing our steps…” As soon as she finished speaking, six maps appeared on the table, each outlining a different area of the school. “Oh; excellent,” Hermione smiled, picking up one of the maps and unrolling it, “Here Pansy-this one has your name on it.” Each of the maps had the name of a student, and Hermione handed them out; four of them were for the school itself, while two others were maps of the grounds.

            “We’ll go get started then,” Pansy said after she examined the map, “We should arrange to meet up at certain intervals to compare notes; I suggest we meet back here in three hours.”

            “Good idea,” Hermione nodded, “Does anybody have any questions before we get started?”

            “What do we do if there are Death Eater’s with Harry?” Colin asked, “Should we attack or-”

            “No!” Hermione yelled, startling the boy, “If you find Death Eater’s with Harry, back away to a safe distance and send a patronus to myself or Draco and we will contact the other groups. No one is to risk themselves!” Everyone nodded and the groups began making their way out of the room until only Draco’s group and Hermione’s group was left.

            “We’ll help search the grounds,” Draco began, “however I expect we will not remain on Hogwarts property.”

            “I rather figured you would say that,” Hermione replied, “and I expect that’s why you have the area that includes the Whomping Willow; there’s a secret passage under the tree that leads into the Shrieking Shack. If you look, you’ll notice that there are instructions on how to access the secret passage. Just send me a message before you leave Hogwarts, okay?”

            “Of course,” Draco agreed, “Hermione-we have to find him! Wait-Luna! You were at the practice! Did you see anything strange?”

            “I was in my room talking to the blibbering humdingers all day,” Luna frowned, “I did not watch Harry practice because I knew the snifflepods would be out today.”

            “It was that imposter again!” Draco growled, “I should have known! Weasley-think; did you see the fake Luna give Harry something to eat or drink?” Ron frowned in concentration for a moment before shaking his head.

            “I don’t remember seeing him eat or drink anything,” Ron said, “but I was focused on the practice; why didn’t Harry tell me that there was a fake Luna running around? I would have warned him to be careful!”

            “Well, you can yell at him when we get him back safe,” Seamus said, “I’m sure we’ll all have a few words for our savior.”

            “Oh, you can bet I’ll have some words for him,” Draco agreed, “Just as soon as I find him. We’ll see you in a few hours; come on Neville, Luna.” Draco swept out of the room with Luna and Neville following close behind and they quickly made their way out onto the school grounds to begin their search for Harry.

****Meanwhile…

            Severus stepped out of the floo into his study and immediately went over to the far wall; he pressed his palm against the wood panel and it vanished, revealing an ornate mirror with a silver frame decorated with black opals, lapis lazuli and amethyst. With a whispered word he activated the mirror, and was greeted by a goblin.

            “Master Severus; how can I help you?”

            “I need to speak to Queen Narcissa,” Severus replied, “It is extremely urgent and concerns her future son-in-law.”

            “Right away sir!” the goblin vanished from view, only to be replaced by Narcissa a moment later, an anxious Remus looking over her shoulder.

            “Severus; what happened?” Narcissa demanded, “Is Harry alright?”

            “He’s missing,” Severus replied bluntly, “He was at quidditch practice and vanished, along with his broom. No one knows where he is, but Dumbledore thinks it was a plot by Voldemort; he said that Greyback has been spotted near Hogsmeade and he has heard rumors of a pack settling down near an old Muggle prison.”

            “Are you sure Dumbledore wasn’t behind this?” Remus questioned.

            “No,” Severus said, “However we can’t risk not looking into it; he wishes for you and me to infiltrate the pack. Narcissa-while we do this perhaps you should go to Hogwarts and make sure that Dumbledore is doing everything in his power to locate Harry; you should probably alert Sirius as well; I know we wanted to keep his return a secret for a while longer, however he would never forgive us if we kept this from him.”

            “I agree,” Narcissa nodded, “Give us just a moment and Remus and I will come through.” The mirror went black and Severus closed the secret panel; while he waited for Narcissa and Remus, he walked over to a locked cabinet and pulled down numerous vials which he shrank and put in his pocket, after protecting them with unbreakable charms. A few moments later, Narcissa and Remus stepped out of the portal, both looking anxious although Narcissa hid it better.

            “I’m off to the twins shop first,” Narcissa said, “and then Sirius and I will most likely head to the school. Do you need me to do anything else first Severus?”

            “No,” the potions master shook his head, “Go confront Dumbledore and comfort your son; I did not have a chance to speak to him, however I am sure he is extremely worried if he has heard about what happened.” Narcissa nodded, bid the men farewell, and apparated to Diagon Alley to find Sirius.

            “Where are we going?” Remus asked, and Severus showed him the map; “Severus, I’m not sure you should come with me-it’s only two days until the full moon, and wolfsbane potion is generally forbidden in packs like this.”

            “I know that,” Severus sneered, “However I have brought my own protections, as well as an emergency port-key in case things go terribly wrong. Now, Dumbledore provided me with some apparition coordinates; I will go first and send you a patronus if it is safe for you to follow. If you don’t hear from me within five minutes locate Narcissa and the mutt and tell them that it was a trap.” Severus pressed the scrap of paper containing the coordinates into Remus’ hand and then disapparated before the werewolf could protest.

            Severus landed in a forest, just inside the tree line where he could observe several figures patrolling an abandoned building. After watching for a few minutes, Severus sent his patronus to let Remus know it was safe, and the other man appeared beside him a few moments later.

            “Definitely werewolves,” Remus murmured, “I don’t see Greyback though…of course, he might be inside…”

            “Well, what do you propose we do?” Severus asked, “Do we try to blend in?”

            “No,” Remus shook his head, “They’ll know I’m not pack because of my scent. Our only chance is for us to just head straight in through the front door; I’ll say that I have been suppressing my wolf and that I want to learn to embrace it, and you can say that you were sent by Voldemort to check on the progress.”

            “Very well,” Severus stepped out of the tree line into the afternoon sunlight, “Let’s get this over with then.”

Remus quickly took the lead, and Severus followed him through the camp. The duo received a few glares and smirks, but no one tried to stop them or even speak to them, so they continued walking, right through the front door. Once inside they saw that there were more werewolves lounging around, and Severus began to get nervous; up close he could see the wildness in their eyes from the nearness of the full moon, and it reminded him of the prank Black had pulled on him back in third year…

“Well, what do we have here?” Severus was jerked out of his thoughts by the low, growling voice, and he looked up to see Fenrir Greyback stepping out of the shadows, “If it isn’t my own pup, Remus Lupin; finally decided to embrace your nature, have you?”

“Actually, I have,” Remus said softly, “I thought that I could deny my instincts and live a normal life, but I have recently begun to accept that that will never be possible; wizards will always look down on me, and treat me as a second-class citizen; no, not even as a citizen-as a monster. So, I want to learn how to embrace my wolf and use the strength that you gave me.”

“And him?” Greyback nodded at Severus, “Why is Snape here? The Dark Lord has put it about that his pet potions master is a traitor; did you bring him to turn in and gain favor with Our Lord?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Severus sneered, “before accompanying Lupin to see you I stopped by to visit the Dark Lord and I have proven my loyalty to his satisfaction; he sent me to see how things are progressing here and I am to report back to him tomorrow.” Greyback narrowed his eyes at Severus, but he met the gaze levelly, and the werewolf eventually nodded before turning away.

“Okay,” Greyback said, “I’ll take you to where we’re keeping him; wouldn’t want the Dark Lord to get too worried about his prize.” He barked out orders to two other werewolves’ nearby, and they fell in behind Severus and Lupin as Greyback led them deeper into the prison. “Didn’t expect him to be so easy to get,” Greyback commented, “There was no fight at all; I wish there had been though-you know I love a good fight. And all those tasty children that I was forbidden from biting…” he signed in disappointment, “The Dark Lord has promised me as many Mudblood and Muggle children as I want once he wins though.” They passed through a darkened corridor and down a stone staircase to a metal door which had four werewolves guarding it. “He’s in here.” Greyback motioned for the door to be opened, and Remus and Severus had to hold back their gasps of surprise at what they saw.

“So you really caught the brat,” Severus was the first to recover as he studied the captive boy; Harry was chained to the wall, his wrists and ankles were bleeding from struggling against the manacles, and his face was a mess with a black eye, a busted lip, and a bloody nose. There were probably more injuries, but his face was covered in blood which made it hard to see exactly what was wrong with him. “Well, at this rate he will die long before the Dark Lord can have the pleasure of killing him,” Severus commented, “I should heal any life-threatening injuries, although I am loathe wasting my potions on the likes of him.”

“Severus…Remus…”they heard the rasping whisper, and it was all Severus could do to keep Remus from leaping forwards to attack.

“Go ahead and heal him,” Greyback shrugged, before giving an evil grin, “Make him good as new so that we can start over; that would be fun.”

“I’m sure,” Severus said dryly, “Lupin-you will assist me in administering the potions.” Severus waited as the cell door was opened, and then he entered with Remus close behind; as soon as they were inside the door slammed closed.

“Dammit!” Remus snarled, “We’re trapped!”

“Never mind that,” Severus said, rushing towards his injured nephew, “We have to make sure Harry is alright. Harry; Harry! Can you hear me?” Severus reached out with a gentle hand to touch Harry’s shoulder, and then cursed when the image vanished and his worst fears were confirmed-this had been nothing but a trap.

***********

Darkness. Silence. Harry was surrounded by darkness and silence. And pain; couldn’t forget the pain. His entire body ached, and it felt like his head was going to explode as he felt pressure on his scar. It must be Voldemort, he realized; the evil bastard was trying to get into his mind again, but his Occlumency lessons were obviously paying off. Thank Merlin for Draco! Draco…where was Draco? Where was he, Harry? And what happened…

“Harry,” a soft voice disturbed the silence, “Harry, Luv, wake up. Come on, please wake up! Don’t do this to me Baby.” Harry frowned and struggled to get out of the darkness; Draco was calling him, his Draco needed him. He tried to open his eyes and saw a brief flash of light that made his head hurt even worse. “That’s it!” the soft voice encouraged him, “Come on, come back to me; I want to see your beautiful eyes.” Harry forced his eyes open again, squinting slightly as a blond head came into view and a gentle hand stroked his cheek.

“D-Draco?” he questioned, and the hand faltered for a moment, before stroking his hair; “Glasses…”

“Of course Baby,” the voice was strained, as if the speaker was holding back tears; why was Draco crying? A few seconds later Harry felt his glasses being placed gently on his face so that he could finally see his visitor clearly-and it wasn’t Draco. “Wh-what are you doing here? Where’s Draco? What’s going on?”

“Shhh,” the other boy said, “Calm down or you’ll hurt yourself and Madam Pomfrey will not be happy; it took her a long time to fix you up after your last attack.”

“Attack?” Harry frowned, “What attack? The last thing I remember is falling off my broom during quidditch practice; no one attacked me. And what are you doing here? I want Draco; stop touching me Smith!” Zacharias Smith pulled his hand away as if he had been shocked and Harry was surprised to see the other boy’s eyes well up with tears.

“Ah, it appears his memory has been affected again,” Harry glared as he heard the headmaster’s voice, “Harry, you didn’t get hurt during practice; Draco did this to you again.”

“Draco? Again?” Harry shook his head in confusion, “No; you’re lying. You’ve been trying to keep us apart and this is just another trick of yours; I don’t know what Smith has to gain by playing along though.”

“I’m not playing along,” Smith said, sounding heartbroken, “Harry-I love you! Don’t you remember? We were together before Draco interfered. He changed your memories to make you think you love, him but-”

“What is going on here?” Harry smiled at the cold voice as Draco came into view, glaring at the scene before him, “Smith-I thought I told you to stay away from my fiancé; what are you doing touching him?”

“You have no right to keep us a part!” Zacharias yelled as he leapt to his feet, “I love Harry, and he loves me; just let him go already! Why are you doing this!”

“What is he talking about Draco?” Harry demanded, “I don’t understand what’s going on!”

“Don’t worry Pet,” Draco said soothingly as he stepped near the bed and laid a hand on Harry’s shoulder, “I’ll take care of everything; I knew I shouldn’t have left you in the infirmary. Come on; let’s go back to our room.”

“I must protest Mister Malfoy,” Dumbledore said, “Young Harry was seriously injured when…he had his quidditch accident, and he needs to remain here to heal; you cannot remove him without permission from Madam Pomfrey, and she said he needs to stay for another day or two.”

“I don’t want to stay!” Harry protested, and then yelped when Draco reprimanded him by giving a sharp tug on his hair.

“I told you I would handle it,” Harry cringed at the glare from his fiancé; Draco was obviously very pissed, “As Harry’s fiancé I do have the right to remove him from the hospital wing, and I shall. You don’t want another visit from the school governors, do you? If I recall, it didn’t go too well for you last time.” There was no response from Dumbledore, and Harry could see the despair on Zacharias’ face; exactly what was going on here?

“Very well,” Dumbledore said finally, “I cannot prevent you from taking Harry back to your rooms, however you will need to sign the appropriate forms before you leave. I shall keep Harry company until you return. Mister Smith; you should return to your common room. No arguments!” Zacharias snapped his mouth closed and left the hospital room, but not before sending a pleading look at Harry and a death glare at Draco.

“I shall be back momentarily,” Draco said as he stood, “In the meantime, I want you to get dressed Harry; I expect you to be ready to go when I return.” Harry frowned at the command, but decided not to protest when Draco kissed his forehead before leaving.

“I need to speak with you before he returns,” Dumbledore said quietly, “I don’t know what you remember Harry, but I can assure you it isn’t the truth. Don’t interrupt!” Dumbledore cast a silencing charm on Harry, smiling apologetically, “I’m afraid there is no time for questions or interruptions. During the summer Draco Malfoy tricked you into taking on the labyrinth challenge, and you lost. As penalty for losing, you essentially became Draco’s property, and he forced you to accept his proposal. For the past few months he has been controlling you, keeping you from your friends whenever possible, and abusing you as well. He has put you in the hospital numerous times, and each time it gets worse. You had a relationship with Zacharias Smith and the two of you were in love, however Draco threatened to kill him unless you broke it off, so you did as he commanded. Zacharias has still been supporting you as much as possible, and he is usually the one who finds you and brings you to the hospital wing. Harry, Draco is dangerous; whenever he feels that you are getting too used to the situation he wipes your memory just so he can break you again. I have discovered a ritual that will break the bond between you, all it requires is your willingness to transfer the bond to another person, such as Zacharias; Harry-I beg you! Perform the ritual!”

“What ritual are you talking about, Headmaster?” the cold voice interrupted again, “I hope you are not attempting to interfere in our relationship once again, because this time I can assure you, you will spend time in Azkaban.” Dumbledore made no reply, but cancelled the silencing spell on Harry and left. Now that the headmaster was gone, Harry threw the covers back and started to climb out of the bed, only to have Draco push him back down, his grey eyes burning with anger; “What was he telling you? And don’t you dare even think about lying to me!”

“Why would I lie?” Harry asked, “Dumbledore is trying to say that you’ve been abusing me and he wants me to let him break our bond. I think he’s lost his mind, I mean, does he honestly expect me to believe him? I know you love me Draco, and I love you and I won’t let him interfere.”

“Good,” Draco said decisively, allowing Harry to sit back up, “Now get dressed so we can get out of here.” Harry nodded and began changing out of his pajamas into real clothes. Once he was fully dressed he reached for his wand on the bedside table, but Draco got to it first. “Pomfrey said not to let you use magic for the next two days, and afterwards you are only to use magic when necessary during class. Come on.” Draco placed a hand on Harry’s hip possessively and guided him out of the hospital wing and to their rooms.

“I’m so glad to be back where I’m safe,” Harry gave a relieved sigh as he stepped into the sitting room, “I’m going to take a shower Dray.” He made his way up to the bedroom, only to be stopped by an arm on his elbow; Draco looked royally pissed, and Harry meekly followed as his fiancé forcefully pulled him the rest of the way up the stairs before pushing him into the bedroom. “Draco-what-?” Draco didn’t respond, but merely pushed Harry roughly against the wall, slamming a fist beside his head.

“What have I told you about speaking to that Hufflepuff?” Draco demanded angrily.

“What?” Harry was confused, “I-you didn’t say anything about it, did you? But I wasn’t willingly talking to him anyway; I woke up and he was there, and then he wouldn’t tell me where you were. He kept trying to convince me that we were together and-did I hit my head when I fell during practice? Because nothing is making sense right now Draco.”

“Yes,” Draco nodded, calming down slightly, “You did injure your head when you fell, but there’s only one thing you need to remember;” he grabbed a fistful of Harry’s dark locks and pulled his head back, making the brunet wince from the pain, “You. Are. Mine.” Draco growled and then pressed his lips to the smaller boy’s in a brutal kiss; with his free hand Draco gripped Harry’s hip harshly, and the other boy whimpered in pain.

“Draco!” Harry protested as he pulled away, “You’re hurting me! Ow!” While Harry was talking Draco began to kiss a path down the side of his neck only to bite down sharply on Harry’s collar bone. “Stop it Draco!” He pushed at Draco’s shoulders and the other boy stepped back, giving him a disgusted look.

“Fine,” Draco sneered, “Go take a shower. I have better things to do than listen to a whiny fiancé when all I was trying to do was show you how glad I am that you’re okay; I was worried about you being in the hospital wing, and then Dumbledore sent me to McGonagall for some bull shit reason to keep me away from you. But you know what? I guess I was worried for nothing; you obviously don’t care about me.”

“Draco,” Harry began, but the blond merely glared at him before turning away, “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad Dray, you were just being rougher than I’m used to; I didn’t realize you were so worried, and of course I care about you-I love you.” He walked up behind the blond and wrapped his arms around his waist; Draco stiffened, but didn’t pull away, so Harry rested his head on his shoulder; “Let me go take a shower and then I’ll make it up to you, okay?”

“Make it up to me?” Draco questioned, “How?”

“Any way that you want me to,” Harry responded, and Draco turned around in his arms, pressing a passionate kiss to Harry’s lips.

“Okay,” the Slytherin smirked, “Go take your shower, and then I’m going to hold you to that promise.” Harry shook his head and smiled back at his lover before heading for the bathroom; “Oh, and Harry?” He stopped and looked over his shoulder, waiting for Draco to continue, “Clothing will not be required when you get out of the shower.” Harry blushed and nodded as he entered the bathroom, Draco’s chuckles ringing in his ears.

When Harry got out of the shower twenty minutes later he was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, another towel in his hand was being used to dry his hair.

“Alright Dray, what do you want me to…” Harry trailed off as he caught sight of Draco, leaning casually against the bedpost, wearing a pair of tight black leather pants and nothing else; the sight of his sex-god fiancé left Harry’s mouth dry and his mind blanked out-all he could think was wow…so he said it. “Wow.”

“I’m glad you approve,” Draco smirked, “Now, lose the towel and climb into the bed.” Harry thoughtlessly obeyed, moving as if in a daze as he crawled to the center of the bed and lay down on his back. “No; on your hands and knees, grip the headboard for me Luv.” Harry turned over and placed his hands on the headboard and then Draco climbed up on the bed behind him; using a length of rope Draco bound Harry’s hands to the head board and then shifted back to push his legs apart, using magic to keep them spread. Draco removed Harry’s glasses, tossing them carelessly to the side, and then climbed off the bed.

“What are you doing Dray?” Harry asked, but Draco didn’t respond and the brunet frowned; Draco had been doing a lot of that today, not answering him, and it was strange because Draco always had a response ready. His fiancé silence had Harry feeling nervous, and he was completely unprepared for the heavy blow that landed on his ass. “Ow! Draco! What the hell?!” Another blow was landed and Harry yelped, fighting his bonds to get away; “This isn’t-fuck! Stop it! It’s not funny!”

“It’s not supposed to be funny,” Draco replied calmly as he continued to smack the paddle against Harry’s ass, waiting a few seconds between each hit, “This is punishment for talking to Smith, and for not quitting the quidditch team when I told you to; you also weren’t dressed when I came back as I instructed. You have to learn to listen to me Pet, and that’s why you’re being punished.” Harry shook his head wordlessly, biting his bottom lip to avoid making any noise, pulling against his bonds to try and escape the blows. “Have you learned your lesson yet Harry?” Harry nodded furiously, only to cry out as another blow landed, harder than the previous ones. “I don’t believe you have; you haven’t even apologized yet. I suppose I’ll have to step up your punishment a bit.”

With that said, the blows came faster and harder, and now Harry was unable to prevent the whimpers that came out as tears streamed down his face. What did Draco want? Why was he being so cruel? Harry began to get angry at the way Draco was treating him and let out a small growl; Draco somehow managed to hear this and he dropped the paddle on the bed, grabbing Harry by his hair and yanking his head back at a harsh angle.

“Did you just growl at me?” Draco demanded, “Who do you think you are Potter? You agreed to this, both when you signed yourself over to me at the start of the labyrinth and when you promised to do anything before you got in the shower. You disobeyed me, and now you are going to get the punishment you deserve. Now, since you decided to fight me I will have to increase your punishment.”

“Let me go right now!” Harry commanded, then remembered the safe word Draco had told him to use if things ever got too uncomfortable, “Sev.”

“Oh no,” Draco laughed, and Harry was startled to see the steel in his eyes, “This isn’t a game Pet; this is punishment, and I will teach you to obey me.” He leaned down to ravage Harry’s mouth with a punishing kiss, biting at the other boy’s lips hard enough to draw blood before suddenly releasing his hair and moving away. Harry hung his head and fought back tears as he heard Draco rummaging around for something, and then there was a loud whistle before.

“Fuck!” Harry cried out as a line of fire spread across his backside, followed quickly by a second, which left him breathless with pain.

“Yes, I believe this shall do nicely,” Draco mused as he moved around to the front of the bed and placed the riding crop under Harry’s chin, forcing the brunet to look at him, “You are to count out twenty lashes,” Draco instructed, “once you count twenty you will apologize and, if you sound sincere, I will end your punishment. Do you understand?” Harry swallowed nervously and nodded.

“Please,” he whispered, “Don’t do this Dray; I’m sorry for upsetting you.”

“Save the apology for later,” Draco said, moving to kneel behind him on the bed once again, “and don’t forget-count to twenty.” That was the only warning Harry had before the crop landed against his ass again, and he cried out; “One!” The second blow landed immediately after the first, and Harry could only gasp in pain, counting “Two!” as the third blow landed. Draco was relentless with the lashing, and Harry was two numbers behind in the counting, sobbing at the pain as the blows continued to rain down. When he finally counted out twenty, Harry sobbed in relief, forgetting the rest of Draco’s order until the crop landed another blow. “What do you say Harry?”

“I-I’m sorry,” Harry said, “Please Draco, no more; I-I’ll try to be better, and I won’t talk to Smith again.”

“Good boy,” Draco praised, raking his nails over the welts running from Harry’s shoulder down to his ass; he reached between the brunet’s legs, and Harry was embarrassed when slender fingers wrapped around his hardened member. “Mmm, good; you remembered your lessons about finding pleasure in pain.” He began to slowly stroke Harry’s cock as he continued speaking, “You know I don’t like punishing you Harry, but as my fiancé you have certain standards to live up to and it’s my responsibility to make sure you are a credit to the Malfoy family; you understand, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he really didn’t, but Harry was not eager to make Draco angry again, and the hand on his cock felt so good, “Please Draco…”

“What do you want Pet?” Draco asked, and Harry frowned-why did Draco keep calling him Pet, he always called him Lion before…he lost track of the thought as Draco placed a kiss on one of his welts, sucking on the fiery line and causing more pain; “Do you want to feel me inside you? Is that what you want? My hard cock rammed up your tight little ass, pounding you into the bed until you cum screaming my name?”

“Yes,” Harry gasped as Draco’s words served to make him even harder, “Please Draco; need you inside me…show me…show me that I’m yours.” This-this would make everything better, Harry knew; he wanted Draco inside him, proving to Harry how much he cared.

“I want to take you like this,” Draco whispered, “No stretching; I want to push my cock inside and feel you stretch around me, with only a little bit of lube to smooth the way.” Harry nodded wordlessly; Draco’s voice in his ear was so hot…He heard a whispered spell as Draco summoned some lube and Harry frowned as a thought occurred to him-Draco didn’t need to verbalize such a simple spell…

“Oh!” Harry gasped and the thought vanished as he felt the tip of Draco’s slickened member pressing against his puckered hole.

“I am going to push in slowly,” Draco told him, leaning forward to nip his ear; Harry winced at the increased burn on his welts, but the pain wasn’t so bad now; “I want you to feel every inch of me as I stretch your tight little hole…” Harry let out a shaky breath as the head of Draco’s cock pushed past the tight ring of muscles at his entrance. True to his word, Draco pushed in slowly, letting Harry feel the burn and talking dirty the whole time.

“Wait,” Harry said once Draco was fully sheathed, “I need just a minute to-” He broke off with a gasp as Draco ignored his words and pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, holding Harry’s hips in a vice-like grip that was sure to leave bruises.

“I am going to fuck you into the mattress,” Draco hissed, “and I want to hear you screaming my name.” He leaned forward to place a biting kiss on Harry’s shoulder and then straightened up as he set a fast, brutal pace that had Harry pulling against his restraints. This…it wasn’t right; Harry shook his head as Draco took him roughly. Draco was never like this, it was like he was still angry, using sex as a punishment…but Harry was still hard, still turned on from having his fiancé inside of him no matter how rough it was.

“Please Dray,” he moaned, “Touch me; let me cum! Please; need you!”

“Yes,” Draco hissed, reaching one hand down to roughly stroke Harry’s cock, “Feels so good being inside your tight ass…want to feel you clench around me, milking me dry as I shoot my load deep in your hole. You’re mine Harry; say it, scream my name!”

“Merlin yes!” Harry cried, “I’m yours Draco…always yours! Love you…love feeling you inside me…please; more! I’m gonna-I’m so close-gonna cum! Draco!” Harry cried out his lovers name as he came, and felt Draco stiffening behind him, and then the blond collapsed on top of him. The pain in the welts on his back brought Harry back from that incredible high sooner than he would have liked, and he squirmed uncomfortably beneath Draco’s weight.

“Draco?” he said hesitantly, “My…my back hurts? Will you please heal it?”

“Mmm, no,” Draco replied, straightening and drawing his nails across Harry’s abused skin; “It wouldn’t be much of a punishment if I healed you immediately, now would it? Just think of these as reminders to behave; if you behave over the next couple of days then I will heal you.” Draco pulled out of Harry and climbed off the bed, “Now, I need a shower.”

“Wait!” Harry protested when Draco failed to release his bonds, “What about me? You can’t just leave me here like this!”

“Oh, of course,” Draco said, crossing back over to the bed, “How thoughtless of me.” Draco leaned down to kiss Harry, just a gentle brushing of lips, and then Harry felt a hand trail down his back to his clenching hole; he felt something smooth and metal-cool press against his opening, and then gasped as his hole was breached again.

“Ah! Draco! What-?” He felt even more uncomfortable when a metal ring was secured around his balls, and his penis was encased in what felt like a metal cage.

“It’s called a chastity device,” Draco replied, “And this, of course, is a butt plug.” He pressed on the flat end of the plug, making it press against Harry’s prostate and causing the brunet to arch into the pleasure. “Now, do you require anything else before I take my shower?”

“You-you’re really going to leave me like this?” Harry asked in disbelief, “Why?”

“Discipline,” Draco replied, smacking Harry’s ass once as he moved away, “I just want to ensure you behave while I’m in the shower.”

“Why can’t I just shower with you?”

“You already had your shower today,” Draco said, “I’ll cast a cleansing charm on you before we go to bed to night. Now, while I shower I want you to think about why you’re in this position today; I will be back shortly.” Before Harry could reply Draco entered the bathroom, leaving Harry alone and bound on the bed.

It was an hour before Draco came out of the bathroom, and Harry shifted uncomfortably in his bonds; his wrists were raw from pulling at the rope, his thighs hurt from the magical bonds keeping his legs spread, his back burned from his “punishment”, and his hole was sore from being taken without preparation. All-in-all, Harry was pissed.

“Let me go right now Malfoy!” He growled when the blond re-entered the room, “Just because I agreed to marry you that doesn’t give you the right treat me like this! If you don’t let me go-”

“What?” Draco interrupted, “You’ll leave me for Smith? Ask Dumbledore to break our bond? If that’s the way you feel then you obviously haven’t learned your lesson yet.” Harry let out a yelp as Draco grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back; “You are mine-you agreed to it, and that gives me the right to do anything I want to that tight little body of yours. I was going to release you after my shower, but I think you need a bit more time in time-out. Of course, I don’t want to hear you yelling and pleading with me while I do my homework, and I can’t have you summoning one of the house elves, so…” Draco held up a gag and forced it in Harry’s mouth, securing it behind his head. He then placed a collar around Harry’s neck complete with a leash hooked to the back of the collar which he wrapped around the end of the butt plug and then attached to the chastity device, keeping Harry’s head pulled back at an awkward angle.

“These toys were designed especially for our use,” Draco informed him, “The collar and leash have a built-in stinging hex, which will be activated anytime you think about Smith, Dumbledore, or leaving or betraying me. I will check back with you after dinner to see if you are properly repentant.” Draco placed a sharp smack on Harry’s ass, and the brunet whimpered quietly into his gag. A few minutes later he heard Draco sit down at the desk and open a book, and he thought about how badly he’d like to hex the blond-and then gasped as a stinging sensation ran from the collar, down the leash and to the butt plug and chastity device, sending little stinging pains to his most intimate areas.

“I warned you,” Draco said and Harry could hear the amusement in his voice, “By the time this punishment is over perhaps you will have re-thought your loyalties.” Harry closed his eyes at the pain he felt in his heart, as he considered Dumbledore’s words when he awoke. Through the stinging pain that assaulted his senses, Harry was forced to admit that perhaps the headmaster had been telling the truth and all his memories of Draco were a lie; the cold-hearted Slytherin behind him certainly bore no resemblance to the caring Draco of his dreams. Tears leaked from Harry’s eyes as he felt his heart breaking, and the stinging pain increased until he forced his thoughts away from Dumbledore and plots, and instead recalled the first time he remembered Draco making love to him in a hidden clearing in Terre de Espérer Éternelle …

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In an empty room in a quiet house lay a teenage boy, his left hand still gripping tightly to his Firebolt and his wire-rimmed glasses hanging off his face. He breathing was labored as tears streamed down his unconscious face, and he moved restlessly on the floor as if in pain. Harry Potter lay helpless, a savior waiting to be saved…



AN: And so Dumbledore’s evil plot is enacted; I’m afraid things won’t be too good for Harry over the next chapter or so, but Dumbles will get his in the end. Not entirely sure why I chose Zacharias for the Luna imposter, but he really wanted the job, and who am I to argue? I’m trying to portray the evil Draco as being similar in actions to the regular Draco in my story, only more, well, evil. I know my chapters are a little slow getting out, but I haven’t been able to write much with my crazy schedule at work. I will continue to update at least every two weeks, although I will try to update earlier than that whenever possible. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, and please keep the reviews coming!
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