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Valentine\'s Vengeance	By : GeminiFaerie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8008 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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After he finished his shower Harry covered himself with the same robe he had used earlier and stepped into the bedroom only to find that Draco had already returned.
“Is everything okay back at school?” Harry questioned.
“Everything is fine,” Draco replied, “Did I say you could cover up?”
“You didn’t tell me not to.”
“Hmm,” Draco said, “Drop it.” Harry rolled his eyes but obligingly let the robe slip from his shoulders before giving Draco a ‘now what?’ look. “Come here Lion.” Harry moved forward slowly, his eyes on Draco’s face the entire time. When he was standing directly in front of the blond Draco lifted a hand to caress his cheek before letting his fingers slide down to the collar still encircling Harry’s slender neck. He said a few whispered words and the collar changed from a band of black leather with a silver dragon nametag into a silver chain with a silver medallion depicting a dragon with emerald eyes on one side and the Malfoy crest on the other. “There,” he nodded with satisfaction, “Can’t take you out in public wearing a collar-people might get the right idea for once.”
“What do you mean out in public?” Harry questioned.
“We have somewhere to be in about an hour,” Draco responded carelessly, “Which means we have very little time to get you dressed and presentable.” Draco used his grip on the chain to lead Harry over to the wardrobe, where the first thing he pulled out was-
“Not another one!” Harry protested upon seeing the emerald-studded silver cockring; “Draco!”
“Yes, ‘another one’,” Draco replied mockingly, “So you will just have to deal with it; if I have to restrain you first you will be punished-which would result in our being late, earning you further punishment later.”
“I think you just want an excuse to punish me,” Harry muttered, but he allowed Draco to slip the cockring on without further complaint.
It took Draco ten minutes to get Harry dressed to his satisfaction-a pair of black slacks, a long-sleeved blood-red button up shirt over a black t-shirt, a silver belt encrusted with rubies, and a pair of black loafers. It took another twenty minutes to get Harry’s messy locks under some semblance of control, and in the end Draco had resorted to using a hair lengthening potion; Harry’s black hair was now shoulder-length, falling in loose curls that had been pulled back with a silver clip.
Once Harry was ready Draco directed him to sit at the desk and ‘try not to ruin all my work’ while he got dressed. Draco’s outfit consisted of a pair of white slacks paired with a midnight blue shirt, a silver belt encrusted with sapphires and a pair of white loafers. Draco’s hair was perfectly combed, but he didn’t use any gel on it, much to Harry’s relief; he hated the way the blond looked with his hair slicked back.
“We are ready to go now,” Draco announced, beckoning Harry to stand up and join him, “While we are in public you can act as normal, but just be aware that any insults or outright defiance will result in punishment later, are we clear Lion?”
“Yes, Draco,” Harry sighed, placing his hand in Draco’s and allowing the blond to lead him from the room, “Just so long as you don’t embarrass me in front of…where are we going?”
“Out,” Draco said, pulling him into the office he had vacated earlier; sitting on top of the desk was a pure white peacock feather; “Oh good; the port key is ready.” He stopped in front of the desk and wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist, allowing the smaller brunet to lean into him; Draco picked up the feather and moments later the port key activated. Thanks to Draco’s arms around his waist, Harry was actually able to remain on his feet when they landed. He pulled out of the blond’s embrace and looked around with curiosity, only to see that they were in a stone room devoid of anything aside from two benches that appeared to be carved out of the wall. A few seconds later they were joined by Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy.
“Draco!” Harry turned to glare at the blond, “What’s going on? Why are they here? Where are we?”
“Hush Lion,” Draco replied, wrapping his arm around Harry’s waist once again as he faced his father and godfather; “Is everything taken care of then?”
“Yes,” Lucius replied, “Guardianship has been transferred to Severus, so we can proceed as planned. Shall we?” He gestured to the door, but Draco shook his head.
“Just a moment Father,” he said, “I would like to give Harry one more chance.”
“One more chance for what?” Harry demanded, starting to get annoyed with not being told anything; he glared up at Draco, but allowed the blond to lead him over to one of the benches. Draco pushed him down onto the bench and met his eyes seriously.
“Harry, I already told you that I refuse to fight against you in the upcoming war,” Draco began solemnly, “and that war is much closer than you think. I want to give you the choice-Harry Potter, will you agree to be my bondmate?”
“I-Draco;” Harry groaned in frustration, “I already told you I can’t bond to you and-wait a minute!” Harry glared at him again as he realized something; “You lied to me! You said you would just continue trying to convince me until we got back to school, but you had no intention of doing that! You planned this with your dad; and what did he say about guardianship? You’ve been manipulating me this whole time you lying, cheating scumbag!” Harry tried to stand up, but Draco pushed him back down and placed his hands on Harry’s shoulders to keep him in place. “Let me go Malfoy! I would never agree to be with a conniving Slytherin like you! I’m going back to Hogwarts, and I’m going to tell Dumbledore that you-ow!” Harry fell silent when Draco smacked his face, and gulped when he saw those grey eyes narrowed in anger.
“You do remember our conversation from before we left the house, don’t you Pet?” Draco’s voice was soft and dangerous, “I will hold you accountable for everything you’ve sad once we are alone. Now, you have two choices-you can either agree to bond with me and I will do my best to ensure that your friends are safe when the war comes, or we will have a forced bonding and your friends will be left to fend for themselves; you, sadly, will not be around to help them.”
“You-that’s blackmail!” Harry protested, “You can’t do this Draco!”
“I can, and I am,” Draco replied, “This is the only way I can keep you alive; the Dark Lord wants you dead and I have it on very good authority that Dumbledore plans to have you sacrifice yourself to defeat the Dark Lord. Either way, you would be dead and I will not allow that. What is your answer?”
“I-I know what’s going to happen to me,” Harry replied, “and I would…you don’t understand Draco! I can’t bond to you-I can’t!” He turned his head away, but not before Draco caught sight of his tear-filled eyes.
“Why can’t you Harry?” Draco demanded, “What’s stopping you?”
“Draco,” the blond looked up upon hearing Severus’ voice, “I think I may have an idea about what is going on; if you will allow me to speak to Potter for a moment I am certain we can straighten this out.”
“Very well,” Draco nodded brusquely, “but hear me, Lion; if you have to be forced into this the punishment will be harsh.” Draco stepped away and joined his father, frowning when Severus put up a silencing ward.
Severus spent several minutes speaking with Harry, and Draco found himself getting more nervous as the moments passed; what if Snape decided against letting Draco bond with Harry? Severus was his godfather, but Aunt Bella said he was a traitor; he might decide to take Harry back to Dumbledore! Draco glared at the pair of wizards; he would simply not allow that to happen. Just as he was contemplating the best way to attack Severus said wizard cancelled the privacy spell and-after gesturing for Harry to remain seated-joined Draco and his father.
“It will have to be a forced bonding,” Severus announced, “I had to dig through Potter’s memories and I discovered that he will not willingly go through a bonding with anyone.”
“Why not?” Draco demanded.
“That is something he will have to tell you,” Severus replied, “However he will not tell you until after the bonding is complete, and you will not push him.”
“And why should Draco agree to that?” Lucius demanded.
“Because Potter is now legally my ward, and I will cancel the bonding if Draco does not agree to my terms,” Severus said calmly, “Are you in agreement with this Draco?”
“I suppose,” Draco scowled, “He is not being difficult just because it is me?”
“No,” Severus replied, “He would not agree to a bonding with anyone at this time. So, shall we sign the paperwork and then return to the manor for the actually ceremony?”
“Very well,” Lucius nodded, “Summon your charge so we can go.”
“Potter,” Severus called, “You will join us now.” Harry scowled but obediently walked over to where Snape and the Malfoys were standing, avoiding Draco’s gaze as he stood beside his new guardian. “You will behave while we are here,” Severus instructed, “Otherwise Draco is not the only one you shall suffer punishment from-is this understood?”
“Yes sir,” Harry replied softly, making no move to fight when the potions master took a firm hold of his arm and led him out into the main lobby of Gringotts, where a goblin was waiting for them.
“This way please,” the goblin said, “Thurokov is waiting for you.” The group of wizards followed the goblin to a small office where another goblin was seated.
“Mr. Malfoy. Mr. Snape,” the goblin nodded in greeting, “I understand you are here to sign a binding contract between Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, is that correct?”
“It is,” Lucius replied.
“Are either of the intendeds above the age of sixteen?”
“They are not,” Lucius said, “I am Draco Malfoy’s father and I shall be signing the contract on his behalf, giving him permission to bond and assume all the rights and privileges of an adult wizard.”
“And I, Severus Snape, shall be doing the same for my ward, Harry Potter,” Severus added, “Here is the new paperwork showing that I am his guardian.”
Thurokov took a moment to read through the offered papers before giving a small nod.
“Very well; it appears everything is in order,” the goblin said, “Do you have a specific bonding contract in mind?”
“We wish to use the traditional contract for bonding a half-blood to a pureblood,” Lucius replied and Severus nodded.
“That contract requires the signature of the two to be bonded as well,” Thurokov mentioned as he summoned the required paperwork, “Are both of the boys agreeable to this match?”
“No,” Harry spoke up, “I didn’t agree to it, and I don’t want it; I refuse to sign.”
“Potter…” Draco began warningly, but Severus motioned for him to remain silent.
“Harry is my ward and will do as I say,” Severus announced, “If he will not sign willingly then the contract shall be sealed with blood.”
“With blood?” Thurokov looked startled, “Are you certain? Are you aware of-”
“I am fully aware,” Severus replied, “I wish for this union between my charge and Draco Malfoy to take place and I will not let a moment of teenage rebellion stop it. Now, can we begin?”
“Of course Mr. Snape,” Thurokov agreed; he slid the contract across the desk to Lucius first; “Mr. Malfoy, if you will first sign the contract giving your son permission to complete this bond then Draco Malfoy will need to sign.” Lucius gave a sharp nod and picked up the quill; after quickly reading through the contract he signed his name before passing both quill and contract to Draco, who followed his father’s example by reading the contract before adding his signature.
“Very good,” Thurokov nodded, “Mr. Snape-you will sign the contract next, and if Harry Potter refuses to sign it will be your task to have him provide the blood needed.” Draco shot a quick look over at Potter and saw that his expression was furious, but he remained silent as Severus signed the contract.
“This is your last chance Mr. Potter,” Severus said softly, extending the quill to the young Gryffindor, “Will you not take it?” Draco watched as Harry reached out a shaking hand to take the quill before letting out a cry of frustration and turning away.
“I can’t!” Harry protested, “I just-I can’t…”
“I thought as much,” Severus said calmly; he took Potter’s hand and held it above the contract before using the quill point to prick the brunet’s finger. For all his protests, Harry didn’t put up any fight as his bleeding finger was then pressed to the contract, which flashed red for a moment before vanishing.
“It is done,” Thurokov announced, “Will you be needing the services of a ministry bonder?”
“That won’t be necessary,” Lucius replied, “The bonding ceremony shall take place at my manor. Your assistance has been appreciated Thurokov; we shall take our leave now. Draco.” Draco nodded once and walked over to Harry, taking the brunet by the hand and leading him out of the office.
“You are being very quiet for someone who is being forced into a bonding,” Draco commented softly.
“I don’t want to make a scene,” Harry replied just as quietly, “It was obvious I had no choice in the matter; why make things worse by causing a scene? And no, I won’t tell you what Severus found out; not until the bonding ceremony is over with and there is no chance at escape.”
“The longer you refuse the worse your punishment will be,” Draco warned, but Harry only shrugged; there was no time to say anything else as they had arrived back at the room they had first appeared in.
“Activate your personal port key,” Lucius instructed his son, “When we arrive at the manor Severus will take care of preparing Harry for the ceremony.”
“Yes Father,” Draco agreed, “Hold onto me Pet.” Harry kept his face turned away but obediently wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist as the port key was activated. This time when they landed Harry found himself in a small study, decorated in dark blues and greens. There was a small fireplace, a desk and a seating area in front of the fireplace. There was a set of French doors which were open, giving Harry a view of a bedroom decorated in similar colors.
“Follow me, Harry,” Draco commanded, taking the brunet by the hand and leading him into the bedroom; Harry glanced around and saw that there were three doors-one he guessed led to a bathroom, one was a closet, and Draco led him to the third door which opened up to a smaller room containing a bed, a wardrobe, and a desk and chair. There was another door in this room connecting it to the shared bathroom, and a small window overlooking a garden. Draco took a moment to return the choker to its original form of a collar before speaking again; “Severus will be here shortly to get you ready for the ceremony. Harry-why are you being so stubborn?” Harry sighed and turned away from that molten gaze.
“I can’t tell you,” he replied, “I’ll just wait for Severus then.” Draco shook his head in disappointment and left the room without another word locking the door behind him. A few minutes later the door opened again, and Severus entered the room.
“I have instructed a house elf to run you a bath,” Severus began without preamble, “You will bathe thoroughly and then take this cleansing potion. Afterwards you will put on your undergarments and come back out here so that I can help you with the rest of your clothing. There will be no fooling around or procrastinating, so get started.”
“Yes sir,” Harry agreed, accepting the potion, “Sir? Why didn’t you tell them what you discovered when you looked into my mind?”
“I have my reasons,” was the reply, “Now go.” Harry obediently turned to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He stripped and bathed quickly-weird this was his third time bathing that day-and then took the potion Severus had given him. The potion made it feel as if his blood was on fire for a moment, but the feeling quickly passed and he pulled on the pair of silver pants that were waiting for him.
When he emerged from the bathroom Harry found Severus arranging several potions vials and an outfit was laid out on the bed for him.
“This is an ancient bonding ritual,” the potions master informed him without preamble, “It is used exclusively for bonding a half-blood to a Pureblood, and there are certain traditions we must follow. You will be wearing your undergarment, your bonding robes and nothing else-not even shoes. As the Pureblood Draco will be the dominant partner in this bonding and so he shall have most of the power. Now, as part of the ritual I, being your guardian, must assist you with getting ready. Come over here, Potter.” Harry didn’t respond but merely walked over to the bed where Severus was standing. Severus picked up the first article of clothing-a pair of pale green hose which looked like something people wore centuries ago-and assisted Harry with getting dressed, one article of clothing at a time. After the pants came a white tunic edged in in silver; the tunic reached mid-thigh, and was barely long enough to cover him decently. After he had the tunic on Severus directed him to sit at the desk and he brushed out Harry’s dark locks, once again securing his hair with a silver clip.
“I am going to see how long we have until the ceremony,” Severus announced, “Do not move.”
Harry nodded his agreement and watched as Severus left the room. He took the moment of solitude to reflect on his situation; he was being dressed by his potions professor so that he could be bound to Draco Malfoy, likely permanently. He was pissed that Draco had manipulated him in such a way, but really he never expected anything less from the Slytherin; that was the real reason he had stood Draco up on New Year’s Eve, after a long discussion with Dumbledore. The headmaster had made it clear that Harry could not afford to be distracted by Draco-or anyone else-and had then extracted a promise from him. Afterwards he had been told about the horcruxes, and he had figured out for himself that Dumbledore fully expected him to die in the final battle. He didn’t want to die, but he had resigned himself to that fact, and now…well, now he would probably survive, but he wouldn’t be allowed to fight Voldemort, not since he was essentially being married off to the son of one of his most trusted followers. According to the prophecy without him Voldemort would win, and he found himself saying a little prayer for the safety of his friends; he wouldn’t hold a grudge against Draco for this forced bonding, but if it resulted in the deaths of his friends there would be hell to pay.
“It is almost time,” Harry looked up, startled, as Severus re-entered the room. The dark-haired man picked up the final article of clothing-a dark green robe with intricate silver designs-and Harry stood up to allow him to put it on him. To his surprise, once his hands were through the sleeves Severus crossed Harry’s wrists in front of him and bound them with a soft silver rope.
“Wha-?”
“Part of the ceremony,” Severus said, holding the length of rope in his hand, “You will follow behind me with your head down, and you will not look up until you are addressed, is that understood?”
“Yes sir,” Harry said; he briefly thought about fighting this, but where would he go? He didn’t even have his wand, and now he was bound again. “Sir, will I have to…to speak during the ceremony? Because I still can’t-”
“This particular ceremony does not require your…agreement,” Severus said, “Because I had to sign the contract for you I shall also speak on your behalf during the ceremony. After the bonding has been completed and consummated you will be able to speak freely to Draco, and I suggest that you do so as soon as possible. Follow me, Potter.” Severus left the room, Harry trailing a few feet behind him.
The halls of the manor were thankfully empty, but the portraits on the wall were following his every move and whispering about him. Undoubtedly some of them knew who he was and what was about to happen, and Harry began to get nervous, his anxiousness only increasing when they came to a set of tall oak doors.
“You are to remain silent during this ceremony,” Severus gave him some last minute instructions as the approached the door, “After the actual ceremony you will endure lunch with the family, and you should only speak if Draco gives you permission. From here on out, you essentially belong to Draco. He has, however, agreed to let you hyphenate your name. It is time.” Severus glanced to the side and for the first time Harry noticed that there were houselves to either side of the door. At Severus’ look the house elves quickly opened the doors, and Harry lowered his gaze, looking only at the floor in front of him. He could hear a soft murmur of voices, but there didn’t seem to be too many people present, which he was thankful for.
Eventually they came to a stop, and then he heard the voice of an unfamiliar wizard.
“We have gathered here today to witness the bonding of half-blood Harry James Potter to Pureblood Draco Lucius Malfoy. Did both parties sign the contract willingly?”
“My son, Draco Malfoy, signed willingly,” Lucius confirmed.
“My ward, Harry Potter, refused to sign,” Severus added, “We used instead a blood signature.”
“Very well,” the officiator said, “Draco Malfoy, the dominant, may speak on his own from here on out. Who will speak for the submissive?”
“I, Severus Snape, will speak for Harry Potter as I am his legal guardian,” Severus replied.
“Then we may begin; do you, Severus Snape, give Harry Potter over to Draco Malfoy to be his bonded submissive?”
“I do.”
“Do you agree to allow Draco Malfoy to have full control of Harry Potter’s life and assets?”
“I do.”
“What other concessions do you wish to make?”
“Harry Potter will be answerable to Draco Malfoy in all things,” Severus said, “I give unto Draco the responsibility safeguarding Harry’s life, mental and magical well-being. According to the laws of old, Draco may do as he wishes with Harry as long as it does not end in his death.”
“What concessions do you require from Draco Malfoy?”
“Only one: that by bonding to Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy ties his own life to that of my ward.”
“Draco Malfoy, do you accept Harry Potter as your bonded submissive?”
“I do.”
“And do you agree to the concession required on behalf of Harry Potter?”
“I do.”
“What further concessions do you require?”
“I require no further concessions,” Draco replied.
“Then present the bonding ring,” the officiator instructed, “and place it on your submissives hand.” Harry didn’t fight as his hands were lifted and a silver band was placed on his left ring finger; “Harry Potter, you will repeat the following phrase: ‘This ring, the symbol of my oath, will bind me to the words I speak: All I refuse, and thee I choose¹.’”
“This ring, the symbol of my oath will bind me to the words I speak: All I refuse and thee I choose,” Harry had not intended to speak, but the words came out of their own volition, the obvious result of a compulsion spell. As he spoke the ring pulsed warmly against his skin, and he knew that he would never be able to remove it. Harry risked raising his eyes for a moment to glare at the officiator, but quickly lowered them when he felt a stinging pain from the collar.
“With the power granted to me by Lady Morganna I declare this bonding complete,” the officiator said, “Draco Malfoy-you may now take possession of your submissive.” Harry kept his eyes lowered as the rope was transferred from Severus to Draco, and then a hand cupping his cheek caused Harry to lift his face. Draco leaned in and kissed him; it was a short kiss, yet still hard and passionate. When it was over there was some polite clapping, but Harry still didn’t look around; he didn’t want to see who else was present.
Draco led Harry by the rope over to a table and helped him sit down; there were several toasts which Harry didn’t pay attention to, and then lunch was served. When the plates were brought out Harry wasn’t entirely surprised to see that there wasn’t one for him; he wouldn’t be able to feed himself with his hands bound. He was surprised, however, when Draco held up a bite of his own food for Harry, and the brunet raised his eyes again only to be met with the smug grey eyes of his new…what? Husband? Master? He guessed it didn’t really matter what he called Draco; the result was still the same. As these thoughts passed through his mind Draco’s eyes began to narrow in impatience, and so Harry hesitantly opened his mouth to accept the forkful of potatoes. The rest of the meal passed in the same fashion, with Draco feeding Harry bits from his own plate every once in a while, and also allowing him to sip from Draco’s wine glass. And oh! The wine was like nothing Harry had ever tasted, it was rich and sweet and seemed to make him light-headed after the first sip, but he wouldn’t have traded it for a glass of cool water if his life depended on it. As the meal progressed Harry noticed soft conversations starting up around him, and he listened to them as the wine warmed his blood. It wasn’t until the cake was brought out that Harry was addressed.
“So, Potter,” Harry looked up at the snide voice and saw Pansy Parkinson a few seats down, smirking at him, “Are you looking forward to tonight? I wonder how you’ll feel after Draco has taken your body.” Draco slid his hand down to tap Harry on the leg, and when the brunet looked up Draco gave him an almost imperceptible nod; oh goody-he was allowed to reply!
“Well, first of all I’m not Potter anymore,” he said, “In case you weren’t paying attention I am now Harry Potter-Malfoy. As to how I’ll feel after tonight…well, I’ll probably feel the same way I did after he took me this morning…and last night…oh! And Christmas Eve too.” Harry may not have been thrilled will his new situation, but since he couldn’t exactly lash out at Draco-not at the moment anyway-he would settle for shocking the pug-faced Slytherin girl, who was now glaring at him.
“And how did you feel, Lion?” Draco asked, “Tell them.”
“I felt amazing,” Harry replied, “It was the most fun I’d ever had…well, except maybe when I win at Quidditch. Ow!” He glared at Draco, who had just pinched his thigh; “What? I enjoy flying! But, to answer your question, Parkinson, I imagine that after tonight I will feel as if I have been well and truly fucked and I’ll be looking forward to the next round.”
“Harry James Potter-Malfoy!” Harry looked up, startled at hearing his full name, and saw Narcissa Malfoy giving him a disapproving look from her seat on the other side of Lucius; “Such language was not necessary; please do behave in a proper fashion when you are in public.”
“Yes ma’am,” Harry felt his face heat, “I’m sorry Mrs. Malfoy, I was just trying to answer Parkinson’s question, and I really couldn’t think of another way to phrase it.”
“Very well, I will let it slide this once,” Narcissa said, “Next time, if you are unable to think of a polite way to phrase something simply refrain from commenting on the subject. Oh, and Harry dear? You’re family now-please call me either Mother or Narcissa, and you may call my husband-”
“You can call me Lucius,” the elder Malfoy put in smoothly, earning a small smile from his wife before she turned attention to someone else at the table.
“Now, as for you Miss Parkinson,” Narcissa levelled grey eyes-the exact same shade as Draco’s-on the brunette Slytherin, who looked extremely uncomfortable, “That question was un-called for, and the remarks from you are unbefitting a young lady of your class. We did not have to invite you to this gathering, and I will make sure your mother knows of your behavior.”
“Yes, Mrs. Malfoy,” Pansy said meekly, but she shot a heated glare at Harry, earning a smirk in return.
“Once things have calmed down I expect you to teach Harry the etiquette befitting a member of the Malfoy family,” Lucius told his son, “I will not have him embarrassing us in public.”
“Yes, Father,” Draco agreed without hesitation, “When-?”
“It will be soon,” Lucius said, not allowing Draco to finish, “Have you both had your fill?” Harry was surprised when Draco shot him a questioning glance, but he gave a small nod to say that he was finished with lunch.
“We have,” Draco replied, “The lunch was delicious Mother, and our wedding robes were perfect, don’t you agree Harry?”
“It was a delicious meal, Mrs.-I mean, Narcissa,” Harry said softly, not quite sure what he thought about the Malfoy matriarch, “And I liked my robe too.”
“Such a thoughtful young man,” Narcissa smiled at him, “I know the two of you are eager to slip off alone; Lucius and I will take care of the guests and make sure you remain undisturbed.”
“You shall have the traditional three days for a honeymoon,” Lucius added, “If an emergency should arise during that time I will have a house elf alert you. I expect to see the both of you at breakfast on Monday morning. Your bonding gifts shall be sent to your rooms. Do you require anything further?”
“No thank you Father,” Draco replied, standing and pulling Harry to his feet as well but before leaving he turned his attention to their guests; “Harry and I would like to thank all of you for being here to witness our bonding, and please remain as long as you like-there is entertainment set up in the ballroom. Now, my new husband and I shall take our leave.” As everyone else stood up and made their way out of the dining room Draco turned to Narcissa and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you again Mother; it really was beautiful-”
“It would have been better if I had been given more than a few hours to prepare,” Narcissa interrupted, frowning at her husband and son, “When all this is over you will allow me to plan a proper ceremony, and you will not complain; do you understand?”
“Yes, Mother,” Draco said meekly.
“As you desire, Darling,” Lucius added, “You know why I had to keep this quiet until the last moment, however in the future I promise to always give you a warning of at least-”
“One week,” Narcissa interjected.
“I will give you a warning of at least one week to plan any future social events,” Lucius finished smoothly.
“I will hold you to that promise, Lucius Malfoy,” Narcissa smiled sweetly at her husband, but Harry could sense the thinly veiled threat, “Welcome to the family Harry; I am certain that this was not ideal for you, however I believe with time you will come to enjoy your life with us.”
“Thank you, Narcissa,” Harry said politely; he was shocked when she kissed him on the cheek before doing the same to Draco, but he had to admit it was nice…it was almost like she actually cared about him and was pleased to have him in the family. Of course, he knew it was just an act; they only wanted him in their family so that he would be unable to fight against Voldemort.
“Come along Darling,” Lucius held out his arm and Narcissa slipped hers through it, “We mustn’t keep the guests waiting too long. Do not forget-you will be at breakfast Monday morning.” Lucius didn’t wait for a reply but swept out of the room with Narcissa, leaving Harry alone with his new husband.
1-Quote from “The Forbidden Game” by LJ Smith
AN: I know, I know! It’s taken me far too long to get this chapter out! I think there will be another chapter or so after this; there will be at least one more, but no more than three, I think. I have begun the next chapter, but I’m not sure how long it will take me to get it out. This chapter has actually plot in it, and no sex, but I promise to make up for it in the next one. Hope you enjoyed, and I will get the next one out as soon as I can. Until next time!
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