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Earning a Name	By : Talin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-prologue
- 2-1
- 3-2
- 4-3
- 5-4
- 6-5
- 7-6
- 8-7
- 9-8
- 10-9
- 11-10
- 12-11
- 13-12
- 14-13
- 15-14
- 16-15
- 17-16
- 18-17
- 19-18
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Harry wiped his hand on the tissue Lucius had provided, tossing the now-sullied piece of cloth
on the ground for one of his elves to pick up. The blonde was still panting, having sunk to his knees sometime after Harry had
let him go. The raven-haired boy cared not if it was due to the pain of the
crests forming or the exhaustion of the blonde�s forced orgasm at his hand that
had been used to paint them with. Not paint so much, no� he simply had to lay
his hand over the area, coated with the cum of the
slave, in order to for the mark to form before moving on to the other chosen
location. A slave had to have two slave marks, usually a smaller one left
visible at all times and a larger, usually covered mark. Harry had chosen the
chest and forearm� a book he had read after Lucius�
stunning proposal had suggested the neck instead of the forearm, but he could
not help himself.

�Get up.� he ordered, determining
that he was not about to wait for the blonde any longer.

�The matter is settled, I hope?�

�Paid in full.� Harry agreed,
sending a curt nod Lucius� way. Then, turning to the
newly-bound slave, he curtly ordered, �come.�

�You will be Flooing back, I take
it?�

�Unless you feel like providing a
carriage, Lucius.� Harry agreed, already
grabbing a handful of Floo. �You first,� he told his
slave; �the destination is �Potter Manor Parlor�.� Once the slave had cleared
the floo to Harry�s satisfaction, he turned back to Lucius, smirking. �You realize,� he questioned, �he looks
far better without all the augmentations you put on him at Hogwarts� Slightly less
powerful perhaps, but��

�Just
leave, Potter!� Malfoy growled indignantly. Harry just laughed and
tossed the Floo in.

After
spending most of the afternoon on Lucius� home turf,
Harry was glad to be back where he belonged. He looked over to the corner the
blonde was quietly standing in, looking him once up and down before snapping
his fingers for Milly to appear.

�Follow Milly to the bathroom and
wash yourself.� he ordered, �Come down once you�re dry and I�ll look you over
properly.� The gray eyes widened a bit before the blond dutifully turned to
follow Milly either from fear or shock of the day�s
events. Harry went to the guest bathroom to wash his own hand once more,
finally looking over the list Lucius had handed him
closely. He hadn�t really cared what little �perfecting measures� Lucius had implemented, but on a certain level, it was worth knowing. His casual reading
sessions in the Black and Potter libraries (The Dumbledore Library had been
donated to Hogwarts several generations ago) had revealed many intricacies in
old pureblood family traditions, one of which being the determination to have a
perfect heir. This was achieved, of course, by spelling and pilling the heir
with potions till no more could be safely administered. There were books
dedicated to the order such things should be implemented in, painstakingly
providing ways to sneak in an extra dose of this or doubling the strength of
some spell. Judging from the list in front of him, the Malfoys
were very good at this sort of thing.
He was sure not all of the growth potions could have been countered, making him
wonder how tall the blonde he was now the owner of would have naturally been, since he was short as it
was. There were tons of other helpful things on the list; from a potion that
helped the heir have an ever-perfect complexion to a sensory-boost spell and
some ritual that would add to his magical potential. Not for the first time,
Harry wondered if all these spells were needed because of the weakening of
inbreed heirs. Shaking his head, Harry filed the list away in a secure drawer knowing
the older Lord truly had taken off
most, if not all, of the augments.

When the blonde was nowhere in sight over half
an hour later, Harry called Milly once more, telling
her to hurry the blonde along, as stalling tactics were not something he appreciated. The blond finally came down several
minutes later, a towel securely wrapped around his middle.

�One would think testing me would be one of the last things on your agenda right now�� Harry
noted as he set down his drink, this time slightly stronger than tea. Milly popped out after bowing towards Harry to affirm that
she had completed her task, receiving a slight tip of his head as confirmation.
The blonde�s skin was pink from the prolonged shower as well as over-harsh
scrubbing, making the youth seem to nearly glow in the darkly-furnished room.
His hair was still damp and clingy, glistening in the firelight.

�First,� Harry continued as he walk
towards the blonde, �you try to stall with the overlong shower�� he was
directly in front of him now, �then you try to take what is not yours.� he
yanked at the white towel, easily unlatching it from the blonde�s grip. �I said
dry yourself, not wrap yourself.� Harry stated warningly, �don�t presume such
things. Now,� he flung the towel aside, an elf quickly picking it up to bring
to the laundry, �let�s have a proper look at you.�

He traced the larger insignia on the blonde�s chest, glad to
see the boy not frivolously trying to fight what was happening. He was tense
and shaking, yes, but at least he wasn�t under the foolish notion that he could
actually stop his master. The black
snake was wrapped around the fiery phoenix, both poised to strike at each
other; the snake in the phoenix�s claws with its fangs mere inches form the
bird�s throat and the bird�s beak aimed right at the snake�s eye as the serpent
constricted around the avian�s middle on a background
of deepest emerald with golden trim.

�Exquisite.� He sighed, eyes fixed on the emblem, slowly
moving to the one on his slave�s arm. �Simply exquisite.�

He stepped back a step, his gaze
now looking over the entirety of the blonde before him. The boy was shaking
slightly, eyes closed tight as Harry started to walk around him as he had in Lucius� sitting room.

�Now, be a good little slave and answer the questions and
memorize the rules.� After no response was forthcoming, Harry decided that a
good a place to start as any. �You will answer
when spoken to.� He stopped directly in front of him when the blonde still
failed to utter a sound. �I warned you about testing me� now, did you hear the
rule, or are you simply trying to see
how far you can push me before you�re beaten within an inch of your life?�

�I� I heard.�

He backhanded him hard enough for the blonde�s head to snap
to the right.

�I don�t think you understand you
situation� You. Are. Mine. I
don�t know how weak you think I am, or how little you believe me actually
capable of hurting a fly, but know this; I
killed Voldemort� the idiot no one else could. I don�t lack the resolve or
hate to utter a killing curse, as the snake-face�s demise damn well proved. If
you think that I�m all golden goodness just because I avenged my parents by
murdering the bastard, you�re mistaken. I might have saved everyone from a
madman, but that doesn�t mean I�m about to go easy on you. You�re mine,� he
repeated, accenting the last words with pokes at the newly formed (and still
tender) mark of ownership on the blonde�s chest, �and don�t you dare think
you�ll get anything you didn�t earn. You want clothes; you earn them. You want
damn near anything, you�ll earn it. I can literally cast Crucio
on you in the middle of Diagon Alley and no one would lift a finger because of
the crest on your chest proclaiming you no more human than that book case� he
gestured at a near-by shelf �until I deem
otherwise. You will address me as Master,
as I damn well deserve, unless you want your stay here to suddenly turn so far
worse than bad you�ll wish you could
kill yourself. Am I clear?�

�Yes Master.�

�Better.� Harry nodded, stepping slightly away from the
openly quivering boy with a slight smile. �Now, on with the
rules and questions. The house elves work on my orders, so whatever they
tell you to do, you do.�

�Yes Master.�

Good, the boy caught on quick. Time to add
a twist.

�Have you
been with anyone?�

�Huh?� the blonde asked, eyes wide, though a look from Harry
quickly made him amend his words; �I� Master�That is� what do you mean,
Master?�

�Have you ever had sex� with a male or female?� Harry
repeated bluntly, amused enough by the stuttering to let it go. He traced his
hand down the blonde�s chest as he asked this, encircling the base of his cock
with his pointer finger before stroking it once and letting go altogether. In
the blonde�s state of distress, there was no way he would have felt the silent
spell, though even if blond had noticed it, there was little he would be able
to do about it, anyway.

�N..no
Master.� The blonde�s skin had cleared enough for a deep blush to be visible,
reaching lower thank Harry would have thought possible.

�Good.� Harry nodded, �Now, you will sleep on the cot Milly will show you to later, and you will eat where she
shows you starting with breakfast tomorrow morning. I will need to leave soon,
so you may have supper in the kitchen tonight.�

�Yes Master.�
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