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Amore Schiavo	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 39221 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Harry blinked, startled, as a letter was dropped next to his plate, the school owl not even pausing to accept food and drink as it flew away again.
Getting a letter on the first morning back at Hogwarts? That’s odd, even for him.
He opened it, and his eyebrows hit his hairline.
“Harry Potter,
          I am writing to make a request of you and an offer, but I am forced to do so under utmost secrecy. I will be in the Room of Requirement tonight, at eight o’clock. Please meet me there, and come alone, telling no one of this, for my safety.
          I mean you no harm, and will reveal who I am if we come to a satisfactory understanding. Until then, I only ask that you lend me a thoughtful ear.
I will remain, for now,
                   Grey”
Harry frowned. So, this ‘Grey’ wanted to meet with him, perhaps to form some kind of alliance? The war was looming, about to break loose, and Harry could use any extra help he could find.
He’d be going, then, and he’d listen.
At the very least, he’d listen.
*****
Draco heard the door open and drew a deep breath, opening his eyes.
Harry was looking around the Room of Requirement, frowning. “Grey?” He called suspiciously.
“I am here.” Draco said, hearing his voice come out several notes lower than usual. “I am disillusioned and using a voice-altering spell. I want no previous encounters we may have had to shadow what I am about to tell you, and ask of you.”
“Alright.” Harry sat in a chair and crossed his legs, leaning back. “So, what is this about?”
“One of my parents runs with a rather unsavory crowd. One that they want me to join, as well. I have heard, through whispers and allusions, of the things this ‘secret club’ does in its meetings, and I find myself a bit… Reticent, in my acceptance.”
Harry tensed. “Don’t do it.” He said firmly. “I don’t care WHO you are, it’s not worth it.”
Draco smiled bitterly. “I fear this parent’s wrath, I’m afraid. I will not go against them without the assurance of my safety.” He leaned down to talk softly into Harry’s ear. “Thus I ask you: What are willing to do to keep someone unwilling out of the Dark Lord’s service?”
Harry narrowed his eyes. “Anything.” He whispered vehemently.
“I know of a spell—a ritual, really—that would make me your willing slave. It’s legal, and I would be yours to care for, yours to protect, and yours to own. I would be safe from this parent, and you would gain an utterly loyal ally. I would be unable to act against you, and you would be free to use my body and skills in any way you saw fit. I would object to nothing.”
“I’m willing to consider it, at least. Now who ARE you?”
Draco dropped the spells, and Harry stared in shock.
“You see my problem, then.” Draco said dryly, his voice back to normal.
“Shit.” Harry breathed. “I’ll do what I can to help. Your father is one SCARY bastard.” He agreed.
Draco smirked. “He was legitimate, actually.”
“You know what I meant.” Harry growled, then sighed. “Tell me about this binding that you claim will work, and how it’s legal when it’s slavery.”
Draco sat in the chair across from Harry’s and reclined as well. “It’s called the ‘Amore Schiavo.’” He began. “It’s a slavery binding, and it’s also wrapped up in Sex Magic. The sex, I’m afraid, is a necessary component, and if you can’t perform, there are ways around that, but it would have to be no less than once a week, until the binding is stable.”
Harry flushed. “Um, that wouldn’t be a problem.” He said softly. “I’m into blokes, and you’re fit enough.”
“Why thank you.” Draco sneered. “That sounded ever so complementary.”
“Shut up.” Harry muttered. “There’s more, I’m guessing?”
Draco nodded. “Yes. You’ll be agreeing to take care for my basic needs, food, clothing, shelter, hygiene and… You’ll also be in charge of when and how I can use my magic, both with and without a wand. You decide what spells are acceptable, which aren’t, and when I am allowed to use them. If you tell me not to use magic after you are asleep, then even if I have my wand, I would be unable to use it.” Draco finished softly.
Harry stared at him. Giving up his magic was a huge sacrifice to ask of someone. “What do you mean, even if you have your wand?”
Draco smiled wryly. “Actually, it will be YOUR wand. You decide when I get to use it. You should keep it on you, though, in case I need it.”
“Why would I have it? I’m not taking away your wand!” Harry announced, standing up. “That’s ridiculous! Why would I want yours? I have my own.” He said, pulling it out. “I don’t need another.”
Draco sighed. “Do the words ‘total slavery’ mean nothing to you? It WILL be YOUR wand, because I can’t have any possessions of my own!” He pointed out.
“Oh.” Harry sat back down. “Right. Erm, what else?”
“It’s willing, and has to be done joyfully, and wholly, which is why it is still legal. It cannot be forced or coerced, it HAS to be WANTED. And I do. I want protection, I want to keep away from the Dark Lord, and I want to not have to deal with making tough decisions on my own. I want someone to bear that weight with me, or, better yet, FOR me.” He said, then added, quietly, “And I wouldn’t mind being owned. Not by you.”
Harry was floored. The trust he was being shown was astounding. That Draco was this desperate had to mean something.
And Harry had no reason to say no.
“I’d be setting my family and friends, my entire life, aside, you understand. I’m not going into this blindly, or lightly. I only ask that you do me the same courtesy.”
“I’ll need a few days to think.” Harry muttered.
Draco smiled. “I understand. Owl me when you have reached a decision.”
Harry nodded distractedly as Draco got up.
“I’ll be coming here every day after dinner for a few hours, if you want to talk more about it before accepting or rejecting it.” He said, then left.
*****
Harry sighed again, staring into the fire in his common room, his thoughts tracing the same patterns they had been traveling over all day.
Did he trust that Malfoy was telling the truth?
Undoubtedly.
Was he willing to sleep with him to make the ritual work?
He’d be lying if he said he didn’t WANT to sleep with him.
Was he willing to OWN another person, even one who WANTED to be owned?
He just wasn’t sure.
Malfoy seemed to believe that this was the only way. He seemed not the slightest bit reluctant to do this if Harry said yes. For the first time in his life, the choice was TRULY Harry’s choice to make, and that Malfoy was the one to give him the option to say no, and not be pushed into changing his mind…
If he said no, Malfoy would let it be, and he’d cut his losses and walk away…
Straight into Voldemort’s grasping fingers.
No.
Harry couldn’t let that happen.
What was slavery, though, if one walked into it with eyes wide open, fully knowing what they were giving up, and content to let it all go? Was it still slavery if it was sought? If one was willing, was it still subversion of their will, or was it, in truth, fulfillment of their will?
This was the last choice Malfoy had.
It was give his will to Harry, or to Voldemort.
He was waiting for Harry to decide if he would accept it, or if he was for the Death Eaters after all.
Harry bit his lips and sighed once more, closing his eyes.
“Harry? Do you need to talk?” Hermione asked him softly. “You sound like something’s weighing on your mind, with all the heavy sighing.”
Harry opened his eyes and smiled at her, then shrugged. “Just deep thoughts. Herm, do you think that slavery is still slavery if the slave, so to speak, WANTS to be enslaved? If they ASK for it?”
Hermione’s eyes hit her hairline. “Do you mean in a servile role, or… Sexual?” She whispered the last word with a curious gleam in her eyes.
Harry flushed. “Erm, both, actually. I think.” He answered in a low tone.
“Oohhh, a 24/7 Master/slave relationship? Very kinky. Where did you get the idea? Who’s the lucky girl?” She asked eagerly.
“What?! No!” Harry looked around, blushing at the faces watching them with interest now. “No, it’s not like THAT!” Harry whispered furiously. “I was just WONDERING, because I’ve heard of a slavery spell that’s LEGAL, and-”
“Oh, don’t do that!” Hermione whispered, her hand over her mouth. “No. It’s very permanent if you use a spell, and you’re still so YOUNG! Even this other person, if they want it now, could still change their mind. You should wait until you’re SURE.” She said firmly. “Married, at the very least.”
Harry flushed. ‘That’s the problem.’ He thought morosely. ‘I’m not sure he’d even WANT to marry me, so I can’t see why he’d go through with this…’
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