Warnings: yaoi m/m relationship – don't like, don't read – you have been warned
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its characters belong to the brilliant J. – just this plot is my idea.
Warning: as I'm not a native English speaker, my English also looks that way – so overlook my spelling mistakes as I don't have a beta
Authors Note: this is my first HP fiction, so be kind to me…
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- Chapter 1 -
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-DRACO-
"Draco, dear, I have something important to tell you," mother said one night when we were having dinner – alone, just the two of us. One and a half year passed since the war ended, since the trials where father was sentenced to Azkaban – thanks to Potters testimony, my mother and I were left to go free. I returned to Hogwarts for the eight year to finish my N.E. , to finish my education – I really thought that after that one hard year everything would be different. But nothing much changed – there are not many that are wiling to hire an ex-Death Eater, and Potters successions that are daily presented in the Daily Prophet are even bigger thorn in my eyes.
The boy who lived, the savior of the wizarding world, has successfully finished his Auror training, and the ministry is really proud of their new and powerful Auror. I don't know which of the stories about his personal life are true, but it seems like he's engaged to the Weasley girl – everyone is so all over them, and the whole wizarding world is impatiently waiting for them to announce the wedding day. The world is so not fair – with the family name being stained by the dark lord, there are not many willing fathers that will let their daughters marry me, so my prospects for a marriage with a noble woman are not so good looking as they were few years ago.
"What is it, mother?" I put down the fork, no longer in the mood for a meal – even if the impact on our family was great after the war and we lost most of our fortune, it still wasn't enough that we couldn't afford our high living standards, as can be also seen on the quality of the food.
"Last year, before father was sentenced into Azkaban, he did something that will secure the future of Malfoy bloodline," don't tell me that he had found a suitable girl – suitable for his standards, that is – that is wiling to marry into the family with a fortune that will help us prosper further. I just hope that it's not Pansy, as there were some talks in that direction in the last few years at Hogwarts.
"So, who's the lucky bride?" I lean back in the chair, giving my mother my full attention – she seems a little bit nervous, but she's hiding it well – it can't be so bad, or can it? And why did she wait so long to tell me something so important?
"It's not exactly a bride, more like a…" she cleans her throat, before she continues, "…husband."
"I don't exactly understand what you want to say, mother."
"Look Draco, with the current unfortunate circumstances befalling our family, there were not many opinions left available – and marriage between two men is not such a rare thing in the wizarding world there days."
"What about the heir? You mentioned the future of our bloodline, but with two men, it's impossible," or I have never heard about a male pregnancy before – and I don't plan on going thru something like that even if it were in some kind of way possible.
"There is one way – Sirius helped your father with a potion that will alter the males body so that it can hold the child," Sirius? But Sirius died before the war ended, so if he was helping father with this sick plan, it seems like father had it planed out long beforehand – like he had assuming that the war will not end in the Dark Lords favor.
"I will not drink anything that will make a freak out of me," I say those words with all the determination I can gather in this king of situation, trying hard to stay calm and not let the anger take over.
"There's really no need for that anymore," she takes a slip out of her tea as if it's just some gossip she's telling me.
"What have you done?" I stand up abruptly, the sudden move making the chair fall to the floor hard.
"Me? Nothing. It was your father who gave you the potion, telling me about it just after. I would never…" she's trembling, I can see that now, but she tries not let anything show in her voice – she needs to stay a strong woman, for my sake too. "…I would never do something to harm my baby dragon."
"Why are you telling me all of this just now?" I stay standing, looking down at her.
"Because the potion needed time to make all the changes to your body. Your father told me not to tell you earlier than today, as with your brilliant mind, you could have definitely come up with an anti-potion," that's enough. I don't need to – and don't want to – hear anything more. Turning around without any other word, I made my way out of the room, leaving mother alone with the house elf that appeared to take care of the food. I don't think that I want to stay in the mansion either, so I move towards the front door, not really knowing where I want to go, disapparating.
I look around as I apparated with a pop – it's Diagonal Alley of all the places I could choose. Just when I'm standing right in the middle of the street, do I notice that it's kind of cold and in my haste I forget to grab any robe, leaving me standing only in dark pants and dark-grey turtleneck. Oh well – nothing a few glasses of firewhisky can't fix. And with that mindset, I make my way into the darker part of the Diagonal Alley, to this one pub where they don't ask stupid questions and where there aren't reporters waiting for your every slip. I should have known that it was a bad idea right then, but my mind was clouded from anger.
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-HARRY-
This started as any other mission I got, and to think that I would make such a beginner mistake and let myself be captured by the enemy. Pathetic, Potter, pathetic. I was alone this time, working without a partner, as I thought that it would go smoothly and there wouldn't be such a high possibility of being discovered. How wrong I was. They were already waiting for me, somehow knowing that I would be there – there are just few that knew about the details of this mission, so when I get back, I will definitely make whoever betrayed me pay.
We got a type from our informant that today is the day that the smugglers would making their big trade – we were on their tail the whole last month, but they always managed to somehow get away, and now I finally know how. This group deals with illegal potions, some of which are highly dangerous, so when I learned about this trade, I wasted no time to get there – the high and mighty Potter. Suits me right, this situation. They used some king of potion-turned to-smoke that made me lose consciousness, and when I got to, I was here – in this wet hole like prison, sitting in the dark room with my back pressing onto the cold wall, my hands tied above my head with a rough rope that's cutting into the flesh of my wrists every time I try to move them.
I can already see the headlines in the Daily Prophet: Harry Potter, the boy who saved the wizarding world, captured on a simple mission. Great. Just let the media on it, and they will make of it the biggest story since the end of the war. It's just, all this pressure that's been put on me because I defeated Voldemort, the thought that I can't do nothing wrong as every wizard and witch out there is following every step I make, is sometimes falling too hard on my back. I feel like I don't even do what I want to do, but rather I follow a path that everyone expects me to follow. Like this Auror thing, and also the engagement to Ginny. I sometimes want to do something stupid, but I rethink my actions in the last second. Maybe this getting captured will do me good – of course, just in the case I will live thru it.
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-DRACO-
Few years ago, when I was my bratty self, I would have never even looked twice on such a pub in which I'm currently in. But because of the shocking discovery my mother told me, I found myself not caring about such small things – the stink in the air, the noise that those drunkards are making, the horrible furniture that looks like it will fall apart any moment. The only thing I concentrated on is the burning feeling in my throat from the third firewhisky so far.
"Heeey, beautiful," the man sitting a while beside me moved so close towards me that it became uncomfortable, his breath stinking so much that it made me dizzy, and there were even few drops from whatever he's drinking in his beard. Disgusting – an old man, looking like the worst curse has hit him. "How about we have sooome fun?" I tired to ignore him, but when I felt his hand on my ass, I shot up from the chair, not sparing him another look as I made my way out of here. How stupid of me – staying still for a moment and shaking off the disgusting feeling those hands had left on me, taking in deep breath before I make my way away from here. But where should I go? It's not like I want to return to the manor…
"Heey beautiful," I stop when I hear the voice that was so close to my ear just a moment before, looking behind me to see the same man that I just run away from – he's even bigger that I thought he was. "Why leaving so soon?"
"Why don't we have some fun together?" this was a new voice, coming from the opposite direction, and as I look that way, there's another figure standing there, in black robes with his head covered from the light. I'm surrounded, and panic starts to build up in me – what do these men want? I want to pull out my wand, but a curse hits me first and I find myself unable to move, to do anything as the man from the pub nears me. Those black eyes, now that I look closer, are familiar – but I'm not able to remember where I have seen them. With every step he takes, his features are changing, the glamour is falling and before me stands a young wizard, with sharp lines and a devilish smile, a dark tattoo is decorating the skin by his right eye.
"I have finally found you, my beautiful dragon," I can't do anything to hinder him from caressing my cheek, and as he pulls away his hand, so does my consciousness fall into darkness.
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-HARRY-
I don't know how long have I been here as the time tends to go extremely slowly in cases like these – not that I know, I was never captured before and damped into a cold cell like room, alone. When a door opens and a little bit of light comes in, the only thing it does is hurt my eyes that have became accustomed to the darkness before I register someone entering – two figures to be exact.
"The great Harry Potter," first it's just a voice, but when there's darkness again, I start to make out a face, a figure crouching right before me – Nox. The disgusting Death Eater that we thought is behind all of this. He's one of the few that escaped justice, and are doing everything in their power to ruin what little we have rebuild from the war damaged world – this one with dangerous illegal potions.
"What do you want form me?" I spat out, no sympathy for someone who should be rotting in Azkaban. His black eyes sparkle, or maybe it's just a game the soft light is playing on my mind, because for a little moment I even thought that the lines of the tattoo he has by his right eye moved a little.
"What do I want, Potter? Nothing more than what all the other Death Eaters want – your life. Simple as that. Or, that was the original plan, but let us have some fun before we get there, shell we? Bring him in," he straightens up, taking few steps away from me and allowing the light from outside that comes thru an open door blind once again – just for a short moment, because then the door is closing again. Once more in the dark, I see that two new figures have joined us – one is in a dark robe with his face hidden like the one who came with Nox, the other looks like a prisoner. The big man shows the smaller one onto the hard floor – that must have hurt, as he couldn't have soften the fall with his hands, bound together behind his back. The figure lets out a pained moan, that's all that he's capable of doing right now with his mouth stuffed with a rag, making him unable to say anything.
"I found this little beauty today, and decided that as I have you here too, I would make use of it," he kneeled down to the one on the floor, pulling him by his hear so that his face could be visible to me. "Do you know why I brought you here, my dragon?" he asks the blond one – wait. Blond? Dragon? Don't tell me that that's Draco Malfoy. As I try harder to take a better look, I can see now the unmistakable pale blond color that is near white, the one that only the Malfoys have. What is he doing here?
"You know, Draco, when I saw you today at the pub, I thought that someone have tossed you in my way deliberately. Your family betrayed the Dark Lord, and you even got away without a punishment. Do you know how angry that made me – us, the ones who weren't so lucky? And than, on your trial, even Potter stood up for you," he looked at me when he said my, "but, I will make you pay for all that right now." Malfoy started to toss with himself, definitely scared what that psychopath would do to him – I would be if it were me his anger was directed to, but that too, will definitely come soon enough.
"Don't worry, dragon, I won't kill you. I will make use of Auror Potter here, to humiliate you – that will be a much sweeter revenge than killing you," I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as those words left his mouth.
"Hey Nox, what sick plane did you put together in that head of yours," whatever it is he wants me to do to Malfoy, it won't be something good, that's for sure. I'm an Auror, I'm the good one, and even if there was rivalry between us when we were at school, that doesn't mean that I want to hurt him. Not anymore.
"Oh, don't worry, I guarantee that you will enjoy yourself," with that scary smile added to that statement, now I really start to worry. "Hold him, boys," I want to protest before I notice that it's not me the two of the remaining figures are about to grab, but Malfoy – one helps him to his knees, holding him down, while the other uncovers his mouth, holding his hand there instead to prevent him from screaming or talking.
"Now, boys, does anyone of you know what this is?" he holds up a small amphora – it looks like it's made from crystal, and the liquid in it has a dark purple color, but not so dark that you couldn't tell the difference from black. I can only guess which one of the illegal potions it is, but I don't dare to, so I just silently glare at him and wait for what will happen next. "This is one of my new ones, so I doubt that you have even heard about it. My little dragon here will demonstrate it for you, Auror Potter," he opens the amphora and as he nears Malfoy, he begins to trash with himself again – I can fully understand him, as I would do the same, considering that your captor has a twisted mind and wants to try out on you a potion you're not familiar with. The man holding his hand over Malfoys mouth moves it to clench his jaw, making him unable to close his mouth as Nox pours the liquid, then he puts his hand where it was before so that Malfoy would not split it out.
"Let him go boys," he says after he sees that Malfoy have gulped down the liquid he gave him, and they do just that – even unbinding his hands. Malfoy starts to cough as he falls to the floor, definitely trying to get out as much of that potion as possible – but after a while, his body just goes limp, and he's not moving anymore. A cold sweat covers my body – did they kill him alter all?
"You killed him?" I too am surprised at how weak my voice comes out, how broken I sound even to my own ears. We were never the best of friends, but I don't think that he deserves such a death – and even after he survived the war.
"What is it I hear in your voice, Auror Potter?" he's starting to get on my nerves with his Auror Potter thing. "Is it worry? Maybe there was something more between you and the young dragon than you let all of us believe. But don't worry, his death is not what I want. Draco, darling, can you come here for a bit?" my eyes focus on the unmoving body as first there's nothing, but after the bad feeling returns to my gut, Malfoy starts to move. I let out the air I don't even know that I was holding when he stands up, but there's something strange about him – his head is down, his bangs are covering his eyes, but from the whole body language he looks like he's not himself – is the potion something like the Imperius curse?
"Should I explain to you what the potion does?" he lifts Malfoys head up so that he's looking straight at him, and I see a light blush sitting on his pale cheeks that stands out. I dare not to say anything, just looking quietly at the scene before me. "You can say that it's in some way an aphrodisiac, but it does more than arouse the body – it makes the one who gave it to him able to control the actions of the one who drunk it – in a sexual way. The one who drunk it – in this case Draco – feels a strong sexual need and will do anything I say to satisfy this need."
"You sick bastard," Imperius curse is illegal and there are tracks left behind so that we can use them to catch the criminal, but to use a potion for controlling wizards that definitely doesn't leaves tracks as it's disguised as a love potion… if it were to be distributed in masses, it will give us a hard time. I pull down on the ropes that are holing my hands in place in an attempt to at least loosen them – but all in vain. I think that I can see a little bit of his plan now – and I don't like it. My breathing starts to quicken when the idea of Malfoy under the effect of the aphrodisiac has his way with me, and I can do nothing to hinder that – the two remaining man will make sure of that.
"You won't be calling me that when this little one will make you scream out in pleasure," as he leaned in close to Malfoy, I thought that he would kiss him, but he tilted Malfoys head up more, kissing his long neck instead of his lips. Malfoy closed his eyes, looking as if he's enjoying himself, but maybe – not maybe but definitely – it's the doing of the potion he was forced to take, as there was no way he would look so comfortable with it all. I know his personality, he would never let such a lowlife get anywhere near him, not to say let his disgusting lips suck down on his neck, his free hand slide slowly around his waist to pull him closer to his body and slide under the fabric of his top.
"Show us your beautiful body, Draco," even if he whispered those words into his ear, I was able to hear them as he made sure of that – I tried to look away as Malfoy, without any sign of protest, did just as he was told.
"Why are you doing this to him?" first the tight turtleneck went off, revealing his nicely build chest and abdomen, along with the faint scars that I gave him – that are looking at me as the screaming remainder of my stupidity. Right after he kicked off his shoes, his hands made easy work of the belt and than unzipped his pants, but before he had the chance to pull them down, Noxes hands stopped him – he grabbed both of his hands in his large one, the other traveled down into his opened pants and from the moan and expression on Malfoys face I could tell that he found his erection. "My, my, Auror Potter, looks like you have a thing for our dragon here," of course I know what he's referring to, and I curse aloud at my traitorous body – at the sensation between my legs.
"Should I make Draco help you with your problem?" my eyes nearly fall from their place at his words, and that reaction amuses him even more, as the wicked smile widens to length I thought are impossible. "Draco, dear, would you be so kind…" he leaves the line unfinished, but the damage is already done as Malfoy, controlled by the potion licks his lips seductively before he moves towards me – a dark blush resting on his cheeks and his breathing is heavy. He falls to his knees, nearing me on all four and damn he looks good like that – not even in my wildest imaginations would I thought him possible of looking so seductively, and my traitorous body thinks so too, judging from the tightness in my pants.
"You don't have to do this, Malfoy," it's a futile attempt, but I need to at least try, or I would hold it against me that I haven't done anything. "Just… listen to me and don't let him control you… you have to fight against it, Malfoy!" I scream more from surprise as his hand covers my crotch, straightening more and pushing my body flat to the wall just to discover that there's really no room to move to.
"It's futile, Potter, as the only voice that can command him is mine," the only thing that I can do now is trash around a little as he slowly opens my Auror robes, revealing the mugle shirt and jeans I have under them.
"Malfoy, don't… Draco!" I cry out his name from frustration, hoping that that will get to him, and for a second I thought that I have succeeded when his hands stopped fighting with the zipper on my jeans, but it was just for a second and the blank expression is gone in the next and my jeans are opened.
"It's futile, Auror Potter," his face appears right beside Malfoys, and I would have gone soft right in that moment be it not for that hot breath the blond Slytherin has blown on my clothed erection, making me clench my jaw as not to let out any noise. "Do you know, how many man would have given anything to receive such service from these lips?" he than moves slowly down, kissing the pale back that's fully visible to me. But I can't concentrate on that, as I feel fingers on the waistband of my underwear.
"Draco, don't," it's just a useless whisper, the last protest before he pulls the fabric down, freeing my traitorous member that's now standing hard and dripping before my former enemy. I take a deep breath as those hot lips surround the dripping tip before nearly my whole member disappears in his mouth. Oh Merlin, it was so long since I felt such a sensation, the warmth of his mouth feels great, and the tongue… I close my eyes and tilt my head back – what else is there for me to do than to accept this all. I look back on him just when I hear an uncomfortable moan and his mouth leaves my member, his hand squeezing it tighter than I would like it.
"You're so tight, my sweet dragon," I don't have a good view, but I can imagine what that psycho is doing, leaning over Malfoy who has his pants pulled down to his knees. "Don't worry Potter, I won't take your place, as this is not my cup of tea."
"Yes, it really doesn't looks that way," I say in a mocking tone, earning a glare from him, but nothing more as he's occupied right this moment. But I don't understand how can he say that he's not into this, when this whole thing was his idea in the first place, and it's him, not me, that has his fingers up a blokes ass. My attention is stolen by the moan that Malfoy made – this one much louder and filled with more pleasure that he too would definitely like.
"Looks like I found your sweet spot, Draco," I'm not able to say anything as just the noise Draco is making is dangerously bringing me to the edge – I would never ever think about the possibility that he could make such noises, much more arousing than my Ginny's. It's sad, but it's true. "Let get Potter here a better view," he grabs him by the throat, pulling his back flash against his chest, revealing Draco's painful erection – I'm glad that I'm not the only one who feels that way, but... it can also be the effect of the potion – which's more likely the case. I gulp as I'm not able to avert my eyes from his body, and I know that I should hate myself for it, even more when I see that thru his with lust clouded eyes, they look hurt and humiliated – and he looks away as if that will help him to escape from my eyes.
"I hope that you're ready for what will come next," he's looking at me, but I think that it's directed to the both of us – but he won't get a protest from Draco because of the potion, and there won't be any protest from me either, because… because why really? Because I found out that I want to know how it feels like to be inside him? "Take off your pants all the way, darling," he than lets him go, helping him to his feet – or it's more like he's dragging him up on his feet, and Draco than steps out of the pants that have slipped down to his ankles and kicks them away.
"Potter is waiting Draco, what are you stalling for?" he motions at me with his right hand as Draco seems to hesitate for a moment and he's pushing him towards me, making him straddle me and I do nothing to hinder it – just stare with open eyes at the pale body so close to mine. As I look up to his face, I need to say that he was always beautiful, but with the pink blush on his cheeks, it's making him more… erotic. But his eyes, they are the eyes I remember always glaring at me, but now there's just sorrow in them – and darkness. One silent tear escapes from his gray eye as he lowers himself down on me, slowly sliding down his cheek and in that moment, my heart stops for a second.
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TBC…
- so, is it worth continuing?