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A/N: -le gasp!- Now that the cat is
out of the bag for Drake, how’s he going to handle it? I definitely don’t trust
Cissy one bit, but you’ll have to read on to find
out!
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter and its characters,
but we do own this story!
I’M A SLAVE FOR YOU
The Malfoy
manor was peaceful as the household were about doing their own thing,
especially with Draco sitting quietly in his own room doing his homework, Narcissa writing to her sister Bellatrix
and Lucius snug in his warm office going through some
paperwork from the Ministry. Remus was still kept
locked in the coal cellar waiting for his mysterious fate, but occasionally he
would be roughly shouted at to bring out the coal to the door because some of
the hired help needed the coal for their daily household use. It got the poor
half-werewolf dark and dirty with soot, but at least he was doing something
than just sitting there listlessly.
Draco had finally come clean with
Hermione and Ron after he had enough pestering from the Old Married Couple. He
had wanted to keep a secret until he could think of some brilliant plan to
cover his tracks and get him out of the dump, but after being nagged day and
night for almost a week by Hermione to ‘do the test’, he literally used magic
to drag both Hermione and Ron into the haunted bathroom, yelled at Moaning
Myrtle to get lost (making her cry and wail as she swooped into one of the
toilet bowls and disappeared out of sight) and cast a strong Silencing Charm
around the whole bathroom before blurting out the truth. Ron exclaimed “Bloody
hell” and made many rants of disbelief as usual and Hermione, being the
rational of the two, suggested that Draco should consider terminating the
child. As Draco unconsciously had his hand down his still-flat belly to stroke
it, he could still recall the tense conversation he had in the haunted
bathroom…
--:--
FLASHBACK BEGINS…
“You
cannot bloody get knocked up in the middle of your schooling years!” Ron
shouted. “What were you thinking? Where’s the careful little Draco we all
know?”
“I
was fucking horny, alright?!” Draco growled exasperatedly. “I haven’t had sex
like, forever, and I missed Remus! I miss being with
him, both body and soul! How would I have time to even think of looking at
labels when I’m freaking busy trying to figure out how to get to him in the
first place without being busted!”
“Well,
still you got busted! Your mother obviously doesn’t seem to be the dumb blonde
many people think she is.”
“Well,
technically I didn’t count on her actually giving a damn about me…” Draco
admitted before Hermione held up her hand to stop this senseless bickering.
“Seriously,
Draco, what are you going to do about the child?”
“I…well…I’m
gonna keep it, of course,” Draco blushed, a little
surprised at himself of how he came to this decision so easily.
“Have
you ever thought of how are you going to keep your pregnancy from prying eyes,
for starters?” Hermione had her hands on her hips. “Let’s list all your
facts: you’re only 16 years old, you’re
just in the beginning of your 6th year, your body is still too young
to adjust to a full-fledged pregnancy, your baby may possibly have a high
chance of being ‘babies’ instead, and…”
“Wait,
wait, wait,” Draco interrupted. “What do you mean…’babies’?”
“Am
I going to be the only person that reads among us?” Hermione rolled her eyes
and flailed her arms in defeat. “Remus is a
half-werewolf, right? All werewolves are partially under the canine species,
and when it comes to canines, they always have multiples for offspring. Since your lover is a half-werewolf, it
is a no-brainer that he may have inherited the traits of a werewolf siring
multiples.”
“Then
that means…” Ron eyed Draco warily, his eyes screaming expressions like
‘twins’, ‘triplets’ and ‘quads’.
“So?
There’s always the concealing spell,” Draco replied indignantly.
“I
remember clearly that the book I got you stated that you cannot cast spells on
yourself unless you are under the supervision of a medi-witch
or medi-wizard,” Hermione noted. “And given your
reputation and your family background, I don’t think I’ll trust any doctor in
keeping your pregnancy a secret, no matter how much hush money you pay them. In
fact, I wouldn’t trust your mother in keeping your secret either.”
“I’ll…I’ll
cross that bridge when it comes. Besides, Father is away on a business trip. He
won’t be back that soon. Maybe Mother might forget about it…”
“I
think you should just get rid of it.”
“What?! No!!!” Draco shouted as he hugged his belly the same
way he did when Narcissa suggested the same thing.
“Mione!” Ron scolded. “I would’ve
thought you being a woman would’ve at least gone for compassion rather than
rationale over this situation.”
“This
is not about compassion or rationale!” Hermione groaned. “This is about being responsible
and doing the right thing! You are under-aged and you sure as hell are not
doing yourself any favours letting yourself have this
sort of burden before your time! Who knows what sort of complications that may
occur during the pregnancy? Your body is not exactly at its prime age of having
children and the possibility of having multiples will take a toll on your body.
There is a possibly miscarriage where it would be detrimental to your health or
maybe you might die during birth because of your weakened state during your
pregnancy.
“Besides,
your mother has already found out about you and it is a matter of time before
your father finds out as well! You don’t want to tell Remus
because you’re afraid what crazy thing he might do and you don’t want to tell
Prof. Snape because you know he’ll suggest the same
thing I just did. What are you going to do? Run away from home and going
through the pregnancy without any professional help whatsoever? Give birth to
triplets in the middle of a dark alley? Come on, you know as well as I do you
cannot survive one day out there without at least using up a whole pouch of
Galleons a day, and outside, people would still recognize you and take you home
and it’s still a lose-lose situation!”
Draco,
for once, didn’t know what to retaliate to the insufferable know-it-all,
because deep down inside, he knew there was some truth in what she just said.
“Look,
it’s still at the early stages,” Hermione sighed as she gestured Ron to show
her his pocket watch to tell the time, “it’s still not too late to have second
thoughts about the pregnancy. I would still suggest abortion, but you might
want to discuss this with a reliable medi-witch or medi-wizard to weigh out your options, or maybe try
discussing with Prof. Snape. He is, after all, your
closest family that can actually keep a secret. See you at History later,
Draco.”
Draco
did not reply and didn’t even see the Old Married Couple off as he continued to
stare at his hand that lay on his belly.
FLASHBACK ENDS…
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While Draco continued to contemplate
his fate, his mother Narcissa was up to her tricks
again. She had been good enough not to press the issue of Draco’s pregnancy,
making Draco believe that she would not be opening her golden mouth anytime
soon, but in truth, she was just distracting her son with her fake code of
silence long enough for her husband to return home from his business trip with
the Ministry. She couldn’t care less whether her husband have any mistresses
when he was away, since she herself have a few collection of men behind her
closet and they have respected each other’s colourful
life outside the manor, but when he’s home in the manor, he was expected to
behave like the man of the house, which includes listening to all the things
his wife had to say.
As soon as she saw Lucius sitting at his desk tiring his eyes out on all the
heavy paperwork, she knocked on the door and did not wait to be allowed in to
enter, flashing him a smile and greeting him, “Hello, love.”
“Ah, hello, darling,” Lucius looked up from his paperwork, his intent to scold
whoever entered without his permission dissipating. “What brings you here?”
“Oh, nothing, really,” Narcissa replied, sitting on his desk and moving over all
his papers to one side of the desk before leaning in to kiss her husband on the
lips, “How has my husband been?”
“The usual,” Lucius
replied as he kissed back. “All this pile work is giving me a headache, and this
trivial and unnecessary business trip is not helping either. Honestly, I don’t
understand why I have to come along just to convince a stupid Muggle Prime Minister to sign an approval of using one of their
little islands near the border as an Unplottable for
a training ground for the new Auror intakes. Not to
mention recently that old man Dumbledore had taken in Severus’ ex-slave as his
grandson. I’m still a little sore about unable to dissuade the others from
approving his adoption proposal.”
“Aww, poor thing,” Narcissa cooed
while she stroked her husband’s silver-blonde mane with one hand and undoing
his shirt with the other, “Well, to tell the truth, I do have reasons as to why
I’m here. You see, I heard the juiciest piece of news ever.”
“I do love a little gossip. It’s not
another one of your news where someone else’s wife is bedding another man, is
it? I swear, those ladies cannot come up with a much
more original scandal.”
“Nope. It’s
something much better than the last time I told you about Trixia
bedding her twin brother.”
“Oh? Do tell. It might ease my
headache a little.”
“I got something else as well that might
do the trick,” Narcissa lowered her sleeve
suggestively until a little bit of her cleavage was revealed. Lucius grinned at the sight of it, his paperwork totally
ignored.
“Mmm…I’m
getting excited just hearing you say that.”
“You need to be for what I’m about
to tell you,” she whispered, “Move the chair out a bit.”
Lucius did
so and allowed Narcissa to do whatever she wanted
with him. Whenever he was tired of being the one in charge, he would let his
wife dominate him and let her do most of the work. The way she manhandled him
during their first few months of marriage was definitely kinky and
mind-blowing, and that was before Bellatrix suggested
they should get sex slaves to make sex life much more exciting. Narcissa slipped onto his lap and undid his pants.
“I went into our little Dragon’s
room the other week.”
“Really?
How intruding of you. Don’t you respect our son’s privacy?” Lucius
scolded, though his tone sounded teasing instead of really scolding. He had
always known Narcissa to be a little mischievous and
liked that side of her sometimes.
“Oh, you know I do, so that why I
did it,” she laughed, pulling his man meat out. “Guess what I found? Pull my
dress up.”
“What did you find?” Lucius asked as he did as he was told.
“I found this little interesting
device in his trash. I used it once before,” the woman replied but not exactly
answering his question, slowly lowering herself on him. Narcissa
Annabell Black Malfoy never
got on her knees for anyone, so Lucius had expected
not to get a blowjob, but the upside was that years of having an insatiable
libido made the woman get turned on very easily at the slightest stimulation,
so there was no need for him to go through a very long foreplay to get his wife
ready for him. With just a few teasing on her clit using only the tip of his
cock, it was enough to make Narcissa as wet as a
fountain.
“Mmh…” Lucius moaned as he felt the inner walls of his wife’s
pussy grip him deliciously. “You’re still tight as ever…So what sort of device
was it?”
“Well, I used that 16 years ago to
find out that I had little Draco in my belly.”
“What…?” Lucius
finally got the idea of what ‘device’ his wife found. He wanted to react but Narcissa was riding him, making him hard to even get up. “What…What
is a thing like that…doing in our Dragon’s room…?”
“I guess he wanted to make sure he
was pregnant,” Narcissa shrugged and rode him hard,
her breathing growing erratic.
“Our…Our Dragon…is pregnant…?!”
“Yes. Though I’m not sure how far
along is he. He wouldn’t tell me. Ah, Luc, harder…”
“Whose it it…?”
Lucius demanded as he thrust harder, fueled by anger
from the news his wife told.
“If I tell you, you will leave me
here unsatisfied,” Narcissa, unable to see the
furious glint in her husband’s eyes due to her own lust, continued to tease.
“Fine, then I’ll just make you tell
me.”
Holding his wife’s hips hard, he pushed
her up and down, literally pounding her onto his cock too deep. Normally Narcissa didn’t mind taking things rough, but this took her
completely by surprise and her pussy was unprepared for the rough banging.
“Hey! Ow,
hey! That hurts!” Narcissa yelled in pain.
“Are you going to tell me?”
“If you so
much as stop fucking me or make me bleed, you better watch out where you’ll
sleep tonight. I have the right mind to make you sleep at the stables if I want
to.”
“Fine,” Lucius
slowed down a little, but continued to ram in deep inside her. “But you are
going to tell me as soon as I’m done with you.”
“Whatever,” Narcissa
pouted, her body quite out of the mood now that her vagina was feeling more
towards aching than enjoying. Lucius thrust a little
faster as he was close to coming, wanting to get done as soon as possible to
know who knocked his son up. Narcissa laid her head
on his shoulder, the increased pace of his thrusting starting to make her feel
much better and getting close to coming as well. When Lucius
announced in his impatient groan that he was about to come, Narcissa
waited until the last moment when she felt that exploding orgasmic feeling
building up inside her before she moved her hips as well to help him along,
whispering Remus’ name into her husband’s ear.
The shock of hearing Remus’ name caused Lucius to
explode sooner than expected, emptying himself into Narcissa
before his wife had a chance to reach her orgasm. Disappointed, she got up and
off him with a frustrated grunt and muttered something about going to take a
shower before storming out of the office angrily. Lucius
couldn’t care less that his wife was left hanging and unsatisfied; he waited
until his orgasm calmed down, then magicked away all
traces of his and his wife’s sexual intercourse, put on his pants and stormed
to Draco’s room. Without even bothering to knock, he barged in and marched
towards his son.
“Father?”
Draco looked up, almost used to Lucius’ barging in
unannounced.
Lucius did
not say anything, but went up to Draco and slapped him hard, making him fall
off the chair and on his knees. Draco didn’t need to think long to know what
was going on.
“Father, please, let me explain,”
Draco almost stuttered, holding his throbbing cheek.
“So, you know why I’m doing this,
eh?” Lucius folded his arms against his chest. “At
least you’re smart on that.”
“Why else would you come? Mother
told you about me, I presume,” Draco replied. He stayed on the floor, not
daring to get as he had his arms around his belly. “I swear I didn’t know it
was pregnancy potion. Honest.”
“I do not have a son who is that
careless!” Lucius spat, then
pointed accusingly at him. “You must’ve done that deliberately to spite me!
“I didn’t, Father. I swear I didn’t.”
“I don’t believe you! You know that
I don’t approve your secret relationship with that monster, and you were angry
that I locked him up, so you knocked yourself up with his spawn! I will not
allow it! I will go to your Uncle Severus and whip up an abortion potion right
away!”
“No! I won’t take it!” Draco
shouted, hugging his middle even tighter. “I won’t ever give up my baby!”
“You listen here, boy!” Lucius growled and grabbed Draco’s collar. “I will not
allow my son, a purebred to give birth to a half-breed spawn like that monster!
You will take it, even if I have to tell my guards to hold you down and
force-feed you with it!”
“NO!!!” Draco screamed and kicked
his father by the balls, forcing the older man to let go of him. In a dash,
Draco went running out of his room and out of the door. He just knew that he
had to get to the school. It was only seven miles away but he didn’t realize
how long seven miles was. He didn’t want to use the family carriage for fear of
his father ordering men to halt all family transport. He cursed inwardly for
being so stupid not to take Salazar out and ride it instead, but then again,
running would probably be much safer for his baby than trying to ride a broom
or having his body bobbing up and down on a horse.
Lucius,
after nursing his bruised balls as Draco escaped his grasp, chased after him
but realized he was too far away to chase after him, and goodness knows how
fast the boy could outrun him. Remembering Severus was at school most of the
time and knowing that Severus had always been a down-to-earth man who would not
tolerate any indecencies from the students, especially his own, he was sure
that even though they were not in good terms at the moment, the greasy git would at least share his sentiments of having
under-aged unmarried young students pregnant was unacceptable.
“Hmph, idiot boy!” Lucius
growled to himself as he apparated into the school
and made it there at the gate entrance within minutes. He turned around and
could see that his son was still a long way from the school and made his way
towards the dungeons. “That little bastard. I’ll get
red of that spawn in him no matter what!”
Severus was working on another
potion courtesy from a special order by the public and was teaching Harry how
to properly cut ginger roots when Lucius came rushing
into the lab without knocking. Harry, at upon seeing Lucius,
quickly hid behind Severus out of sight.
“Severus, I’ve got a request that
cannot wait,” Lucius demanded.
“Go away, Malfoy,”
Severus replied icily. “You’re not welcomed here.”
“I won’t leave, Severus. Not until
you hear me out.”
Severus glared venomously at the
blonde before telling Harry to go back to Albus’
office and stay there until he called for him. Harry hurriedly ran out of the
lab, not daring to look back at Lucius who stole a
glance at the boy as he disappeared out of sight.
“What the hell do you want, Malfoy?” Severus growled, making Lucius
face him so that he would not lay another eyeful on his beloved.
“I’ll be blunt with you, Severus,” Lucius got down to the point. “I want you to brew me an
abortion potion.”
“What?!”
Severus was genuinely shocked at his request.
“You heard me. Make me an abortion
potion.”
“For whom? You?” Severus raised an eyebrow.
“You wish,” Lucius
glared. “No, it's for my son, your godson.”
“And why is that?”
“Do I have to explain myself every time
I ask you to do something?”
“As you are very well aware of, Malfoy,” Severus said in a deadly voice, “we are no
longer friends, much less family, and unless you explain yourself, I don’t see
any reason why I should help you with whatever sick fantasies you have in mind.
If you’re not happy with it, I suggest you go find someone else to do your
dirty work. Now get out of my office before I…”
“Uncle Sev…!”
Both men turned to see Draco
stumbling into the lab, his face flushed as he tried to get his breathing under
control. Draco was in his regular clothes and Severus, with his keen eye for
details, could tell from the slightly bump of Draco’s middle that it was
exactly the main reason why Lucius came in with that unexpected
request. He decided to let the situation play it out a little longer.
“Ah, you got here just in time. I
was just about to ask your godfather to do our family a big favour.”
“Please, Uncle Sev,”
Draco wanted to rush to Severus and beg, but was held back by his father. “Please!
I know what I did was wrong! I know I should’ve consulted you first! Please! Please
don’t kill my baby! Please!”
“My son here,” Lucius
had a tight grip on Draco, forbidding him to come close to Severus, “got a
little careless and had a little…‘accident’, so to speak. Now if you would just
kindly make the potion, we will be on our way and won’t bother you ever again
with such trivial family matters.”
“Hmm…” Severus looked from Lucius to Draco and back again. Quietly, he went up to Lucius and pried harshly at Lucius’
hand to let Draco go before pulling the boy behind him. When Lucius stood there expectantly for him to do something,
Severus just nonchalantly continued, “As I was saying, Malfoy,
get out of my office.”
“You…You won’t help me?” Lucius’ face went a little pink with anger.
“As I said, Malfoy,
we are no longer friends nor are we family. You did this to yourself, so you
reap what you sow.”
“Are you implying I’m to blame for
what mistakes my son had done?”
“I am implying just that.”
“Do you have any idea what sort of
child your godson is carrying?!” Lucius exclaimed as
he slammed his fist on the lab desk, pointing at his son who was sobbing behind
Severus with one hand around his belly and one hand grasping onto Severus’
robes tight. “It's a half-breed! And it’s by his half-werewolf sex slave no
less! What would people think of my son having a half-breed’s child?!”
“They would finally know that you
have fallen off that pedestal you so desperately cling to, that’s all.”
“Why you…” Lucius
quickly brandished his wand in anger, prompting Severus to automatically
brandish his as well as self-defense. “I challenge you to a duel! If I win, you
will make the potion and feed it to him yourself while I hold him down!”
“And if I win,” Severus replied
deathly, secretly glad Lucius had come to this point
he had longed for, “you will never be able to get hard again.”
“Fair enough.
Let’s duel. You choose the place. I can beat you anywhere, just like I beat you
always when we were children.”
“No, please don’t do this,” Draco
begged in tears. “It’s not worth it!”
“This is not your place to question
us, boy. You want to keep the bastard child, you’ll
have to suffer the consequences. Now shut up and step aside while we have our
adult conversation.”
“The lake by your house,” Severus
decided. “That way no one will get hurt from stray spells.”
“Fine with me.
We will do it tonight, after we both get off work.”
“Very well.
Now leave. I don’t want your stench in my office for much longer.”
Lucius waited
until Severus put away his wand before he pocketed his. Giving one last
venomous glare at his son, he stormed out of the lab and out of the school. As soon
as he was gone, Draco wrapped his arms around Severus’ waist, not caring if he
was wailing uncharacteristically like a baby.
“Please, Uncle Sev!
Don't do this! I’ll run away! I’ll quit school! I’ll leave the family! I’ll do
anything! Just don’t duel with my father! You have no idea what he's capable
of!”
“I was his friend for many years,
Drake. I know what he is capable of and he knows the same about me.”
“Why does it have to come down to
this?!” Draco fell onto his knees and sobbed really hard. “All because I
thought I stole a jar of lube from your potions cabinet…”
“So that’s where the impregnation
potion went,” Severus nodded in comprehension, finally getting the whole
picture. Kneeling down, he pulled Draco into his arms and whispered, “Draco, I
will not let my godson be forced to drink that potion. I may not approve of having
my family being knocked up at such a young age, but I am not like your father
who is not beyond eliminating an innocent life to save face. You want to keep
the baby, right?”
Draco nodded desperately, “It’s Remy and my baby…The baby of my beloved…I would never
kill it…”
“Then I will not let him make you
take the potion. You are the only one from the Malfoy
family I would ever trust and love. We will figure ways to get about this
situation but I assure you, you will have this baby.”
“Thank you, Uncle Sev…” Draco hugged his godfather gratefully. “Thank you so
much…”
As Draco slowly succumbed to his
fatigue and fell into a dreamless sleep in Severus’ arms, Severus secretly
looked forward to this duel.
“It’s time to settle this once and
for all, Lucius Malfoy.”
A/N: Wohoo~! This is a new chapter
I will enjoy writing! Reviews plz!
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