Nasyki/Dark Cherub: Well…I hope you like…I liked it. I mean if it drew my attention enough to write it. So RR&E!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or it's characters.

Warnings: Slash is the basic one…so GO AWAY IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT! And there is a little bit of foul language; lots of sexual content and implications in later chapters, there will also be the normal dose of violence, and abuse. So BEWARE!

Summary: DMHP. Slash. Draco Malfoy can work miracles. It's true; he's been doing it for 2 ½ years, and a lot of people already know about it. So what happens when a very depressed Harry Potter comes to him in need of help…and what will Draco ask for in return from Harry for what he requires? Is it more than Harry wants to give? What happens when Draco's 'gift' backfires on him? How can he handle the shock of its true meaning?

Notice: HBP never happened. This was out before it was.

Miracle Worker

By: Nasyki/Dark Cherub

Chapter 1 (Intriguing Wishes)

Scene One Of Three: Miracles

It was true. Draco Malfoy could work miracles. At first, no one seemed to believe him or the fact that it was possible for him to have such powers, yet now…after several long years…no one seemed to doubt him. Draco, now in his seventh and final year of Hogwarts, was partially running the place; he had a power over the school, which no student had ever had before and what it was doing for him was almost scary.

As you're probably wondering how something like this could have ever happened to the school, there is also the indubitable wonder present of how someone can have a power of nearly 'granting wishes.' The strange thing is he doesn't even know himself. To him this could never possibly come to be. But it had happened, and even all these years later, he still couldn't explain it any better than he could day one.

The first time he'd done it, granted someone's wish had been in about the middle of fifth year. It had been an average day of insults, and Slytherin friendly conversation. He had had his mocking, insulting, probing, picking, and everything else he did to make people's lives miserable. He'd even had his fair share of time devoted to the insufferable trio. It was all-normal: normal day, normal people, normal conversations, normal insults, normal classes, and normal top grades (second to the MudBlood unfortunately as always).

Of course when a young first year from Slytherin came up to him, it hadn't seemed all that different. Slytherins stick together for the most part. It's in their best interest to do so. Why wouldn't they? Of course there were several reasons that it'd been normal at that point. First years were stupid; they always sought the help of the older more gifted people. The fact that Draco was smart, beautiful, and a Prefect helped him be one of the top choices for study-buddies too. Well, study-buddy for the smart-Prefect part, good bed-buddy for the beautiful.

It hadn't even seemed off as said first year asked him for the answers to an upcoming test. It was like asking for the time of day in the Slytherin house; need not study if you have the answers, right? Anyway, Draco had the reputation for being able to pull those sorts of stuff off. –And of course he could if he wanted to. He had the talent to get a couple of measly test answers with no real effort. More importantly he had the resources to boot. But, unlike his reputation, he was strongly against cheating.

Draco believed that to get anywhere, you had to work yourself to death. He did so every moment of the day to stay desirable, smart, look like everything came easily to him, and lead everyone like the puppets or dolls they are. He absolutely despised it when people cheated, even in his own house where it was so common. Bottom line was Draco Malfoy had limits to how low he could sink and cheating was below his line. So when that idiotic first year had come his way he didn't bat an eye, but he wouldn't give an inch either. He looked into those dark petite eyes that showed hesitant demand, he thought of how well the boy would do if he could just break down his wall of hesitance, and he scoffed shaking his head. He walked absent in his superior way and went about his routine as he was expected to.

That's where things stay for the rest of the day and a little into the next morning where things get even a tad abnormal.

He had been going about the same way when that same little kid came up to him looking like he'd just won the wizard lottery. At first it had irritated him, —everything irritated him anyway— but then he got confused.

Completely and utterly upturned.

The kid that he had so plainly rejected the day before came up to him, thanking him. At the time he'd though 'What in Merlin's name is he thanking me for?' –Slytherins don't thank anyone, even each other. But had he waited a few more seconds he would have saved himself the trouble of the plight of thought, his musings were interrupted by their vocal solution. He was being thanked for getting the answers for every single test for that entire semester.

Now that had scared the fuck out of him.

He knew without a doubt in his mind that he had done no such thing. It was against one of the few morals he had.

He had almost voiced that solution with the new query, 'What the fuck?'

But as a true Malfoy and Slytherin at heart, he'd managed to withhold the outburst, and just look skeptical. He decided it might be in his best importance to go with it, smirking he said, "ya well…I expect to be paid back in full when the time comes around."

That was the end of it. Or so he thought. He didn't do anything and he still got something out of it in the end. That was good enough for him. It didn't matter who really got that kid the answers as long as he got the payment.

That's when things got really confusing. After that, our little Slytherin boy in question proved to be quite the little gossip. Pretty soon, the entire House heard about his single handed feat (for they knew no one who'd helped him to do the deed and when his right hand squad doesn't know about it, only he does) and soon began coming up to him, slow and seldom at first, maybe once a month asking for favors of that sort…ones that he was very against and did nothing about, yet somehow they still managed, and simply 'came to be' so to speak.

He was convinced that something very strange was going on, but to boast his reputation he took the torch and ran with it. By the end of the year, the information had stayed tight within the Slytherins as shared knowledge…and much to his liking; everyone owed him a large amount of favors.

But then…at the beginning of sixth year, someone slipped it out, and a seventh year had come up to him from Hufflepuff asking for a favor too, and it was granted, around that time he had finally learned to consciously do it, now knowing that it was in fact he that was doing it. He learned how to control it for himself as well, but he actually had to concentrate on his goal for an hour or so before it would magically appear in front of him had it been a martial item, as for love and such affairs, an hour after he sat there thinking about it, that's exactly when they would dump their old boyfriends or girlfriends and ask his customers out. During that time he had taken to meditating. Some of the time he remembered the hour vividly, others he didn't remember at all. But that grew to be expected, just as the outcome had to him.

After that first Hufflepuff, the bridge gate broke and things got on more quickly, not two weeks later everyone had heard about the miracle boy including the public. And at the myriad of people who wanted him to do them favors he had to become more select. It was his original customers first, and then the people who had something that he wanted, and lastly it depended greatly on what they, the customer wanted. If it was something like test answers, he didn't do that anymore, the things he granted had to be honest and such. By that time, he had set a good list of standards for such things, not surprisingly it fit his original standards rather nicely. He really didn't want any shady clienteles.

—And so begins the story of Draco Malfoy, the Miracle Worker.

Scene Two of Two: Beginning of a Story, Beginning of the Day

Draco smirked indifferently as he went to his House table for breakfast, it was a lovely Sunday morning and as he walked into the Great Hall, the sky on the ceiling was a bright and an everlasting shade of a sea blue. The orange sunlight poured against his silky locks in thick layers. He smiled, as it was roughly seven AM and he was exceedingly a morning person, he had already been up for many hours. Gracefully he walked over to his table and sat down next to some of his closer friends, unable to stop the smile that proceeded to slip across his angelic face.

He was in a really good mood this morning, and he didn't have the slightest origin to why. Normally, he'd never have a real smile on around people, yet here he was with a bona fide smile on his lips, it was somewhat unnerving for him, and such a smile didn't go unnoticed.

"Hey Drake, what's up…you seem to be…er…happy?" Pansy looked at him strangely and he merely beamed brightly in unhesitant response.

At the pet name he wanted to insult her, but as the question did seem to hold a partial amount of importance even within him self he brushed it away and contemplatively asked aloud, more to him self than her, "Yes…I do seem to be happy this morning. Don't I?"

"Erm…" she seemed just as unsettled about it as he did, he was never happy. Smug, yes, but happy, it remains to be seen there is something wrong with that? She decided to make a joke out of it. "So I suppose you got a good lay last night?" straightforwardly, she was only half joking. Draco proceeded to leave that question unanswered, and when she saw she wasn't getting anywhere she gave in to him. He always won. "Well…what's up then?" She mused, with forced optimism.

He sighed, he didn't see why he had to explain it to her, but he let her have her way this time. There was nothing he could lose by trying to answer. "I'm not sure if you're going to understand…but I don't either so that'll be fine. I…I feel as though a wonderful something is going to happen today. The something I've been waiting to happen…for…since I can remember…but I don't know what it is. Or why it is for that matter," he attempted a frown, but the smile simply wouldn't leave. He cursed himself fitfully, 'Damn.'

Her eyes widened and without a doubt she was surprised. "No way…" she breathed. "D-Draco…do you know what this could mean?"

He stared at her a minute not knowing at all what see was going on, and oh so impressed about. He stressed the word 'so.' "No. I haven't the faintest," by this time he was trying with all his might to pry the dumb smile off his face. He felt…dared he to admit it? Goofy.

"Draco! This could have something to do with that power you have!" she squealed delighted.

He rolled his eyes; she seemed to think he could do anything. Some days she'd say he was a seer, other's that he was god, or the devil himself. Today seemed little different. "Oh please Pansy. I seriously doubt that…" he sighed and began serving himself some food, just as he was taking a bite the owl post swept in. As always he got tons of letters, gifts, and pleas for him to grant unfulfilled wishes. He glowered as well as he possibly could with his smile difficulties. Inwardly cursing him self and every damned person of the wizarding race the letters piled up on his plate, getting in his food. He'd have to do something soon about the bloody things. They ruined every meal. Sighing, he began by picking piece by piece out of his syrup covered-pancakes, moments later he was surprised to see a white owl swoop down in his direction.

He recognized it immediately as Harry bloody Potter's, being as one: he had seen the only white bird go to its master maybe once a week, and two: there was the lovely fact it just came from the Gryffindor table. He smirked, managing to moderately cover his smile, as it landed on the table eyeing him suspiciously. All he could do was smile in response; he was being glared at by a bird.

He gave the bird a calculating look; it wasn't every day that Harry Potter did something with his owl. The fact that he was using his Two-Month Owl Card on someone besides a friend, a Malfoy no less, was more than enough to make him doubtful. He smiled at the possibilities there could be for Potter actually having something reputable to say to him. "Hello there…" he greeted the bird, saying just enough to get his fellow Slytherin's heads to turn in his general direction. "Aren't you the great Harry Potter's bird? –And what on Merlin's beard are you doing here?" he smirked as his friends looked to the bird immediately biting back their laughs; they seemed to identify the owl as well.

"Oh Draco," Pansy giggled, "it seems as though Potter has taken a fancying to you." 'I could only hope,' was his only response to her question, though he'd never say it out loud.

The snowy owl ruffled up her feathers like a cat would if it had been born a bird, but that only fueled him into laughter. 'The bird is just like Potter,' he reasoned with himself. Then took the envelope from her mouth and pet the 'vicious' puffball on her head softly, as he would his own. It seemed to calm her down some, and at least caused her to 'hoot' at him almost acceptingly before she flapped away, perhaps tolerating a better word.

Draco watched as the owl went back to Harry. His eyes lingered on the bird as she landed on his shoulder then strayed to the boy as she nipped at his ear before flying away again, he couldn't help but smile at how cute it was. Turning his attention back to the note, making sure to inspect it carefully before hand. Harry did seem to hate him enough to do something untrustworthy to him. He tapped a light spell on it but it didn't seem cursed or anything…opening the message he slid out a piece of paper, unfolding it eagerly he felt he knew what it read.

When it was released from its paper bindings he quickly read through it, then smirked in triumph.

'Draco-

Oh god I can't believe I'm doing this Malfoy. I need your help. And I'm willing to…do…well what you want me to if you can help. I'm not sure if I can believe the entire miracle thing…but even so…I'm willing to see if it's the truth. If you want to see what I need help with…meet me in the outside corridor before, or after everyone leaves breakfast. Be sure to come alone

-Harry'

Lightly he wondered why it was sent to 'Draco,' and signed 'Harry' but it was probably just a mistake or a persuasion antic. With his eyebrow raised he looked up to see 'the great Harry Potter' looking directly at him rather nervously. Delicious. It was so much fun to play with the-boy-who-showed-his-emotions.

He smiled and nodded at him, then towards the door. Harry seemed to understand and lost all coloring he had left in his face before he nodded back and got up walking to the door. Draco turned to his friends all of whom were looking at him expectantly; he answered the silent jibes with a shrug.

"He wants to talk, and I'm rather interested in finding out what it is he has to say. I'll see you later." He explained as shortly as he could and got to his feet walking to the opening of the Great Hall, following the boy who had already taken leave.

Scene Three Of Three: What Am I Doing?

Harry waited impatiently just outside of the Great Hall, fidgeting as he couldn't believe what he was about to do. He had heard everything about Draco Malfoy and his wish-granting thing, but he had never expected it to be true, and he had defiantly never expected to need it, but he was so desperate at the moment. What choice did he have?

He paced back and forth a few times; he really wasn't in a waiting mood, and that's when he felt cold eyes watching, turning he saw a very satisfied Malfoy scrutinizing his every move; he jumped back falling to the floor, he felt his heart nearly lunge out of his throat from his surprise. Malfoy merely smirked.

"Did I scare you Harry?" he said with an evil smile, Harry couldn't help but shiver at the wintriness in his voice. He wondered if the Malfoy was mocking the signature on his note. Not that he'd actually ask if it were so.

"No you didn't Malfoy," he managed out of his tense throat.

Malfoy shook his head smiling, "whatever Potter, could you get to the point, I'm rather curious as to what could have caused you to ask an enemy for help," Malfoy held out his hand to Harry to help him up.

Harry looked cautiously but didn't take it, feeling like it was a trick; he quickly slapped it away. "I can get up myself, thank you," he growled and shot to his feet.

Malfoy rolled his eyes, "Potter you could be a touch more trusting, I don't bite."

Harry sighed and bit spitefully, "oh no, of course not."

"Can you get to the point already?" It seemed Malfoy's good mood was souring.

Didn't look like civility would last long between the two. Biting his bottom lip, Harry nodded. "Y-yes…I need some help."

"Duh Potter, you've already told me that, with what?" Malfoy snapped, as his patience was no longer wearing thin, now it seemed straining thin. He was getting annoyed with Harry's hesitation.

"W-well…my friends," Harry paused.

Malfoy smirked and lifted an eyebrow holding back a comment. "What about them?"

"Well…if you haven't heard…they started seeing each other a couple of months ago." Harry whispered his voice faded, he was glad that his comment elicited a look on Malfoy that converted he wanted to retch.

"Thanks Potter for that wonderful mental," Malfoy groaned with a hand over his mouth.

Harry smirked liking the reaction, feeling a bit at ease to have an upper hand, "well if you wanted me to get more descriptive I could get into one of their lovely public snogging sessions."

Malfoy looked thoroughly disturbed now and turned an interesting tint of green. "Potter stop right there, imagining them at all makes me sick, I don't even want to get into the two of them together."

"Sure Malfoy," Harry smiled almost friendly, his voice already lacking its usual venom. He took his words as an interlude before continuing onto the point, "You see, you already know that they are my closest friends no doubt."

Malfoy snorted, "How could I not?"

"Well…I'm becoming quite lonely by the fact that they'd rather go snog than hang around with me—"

"Potter." He said warningly, "don't stray from the topic please."

Harry just hid his smirk, "Right, right…sorry…"

"Now…let me guess where this is going…" Malfoy smirked in return, and Harry noted immediately that Malfoy was going to retaliate against Harry's mock, that sobered up his hidden smirk. "Your so lonely by the fact that they'd rather go…do stuff together…than hang around with you. So you have decided that you want abandon your horrid friends that used you, abused you, and left you with nothing, to come join the Slytherin's begging forgiveness." All the while during Malfoy's speech, he made sure to over dramatize everything adding in theatrical hand-gestures and speech inflection. Harry almost commented on the likeness he had to a really bad soap opera Aunt Petunia used to watch but he with held it and let Malfoy continue who had paused a second head thrown back, arm over his brow, and eyes closed. He suddenly shot back into his normal posture and glared evenly at Harry. "Did I miss anything?"

Harry snorted and held his gaze, "only the part that I come begging for revenge against those who fouled me," Harry said sarcastically, his lip earning no sympathy. Harry rolled his eyes at the serious expression that was held with foreboding force on Malfoy's face. "Ha-ha. That was a good laugh, now if we are done mocking each other like aggressive Dark Creatures I would like to get on with what I was saying." Malfoy's eyebrow twitched and Harry took that as a sign to continue or he'd leave. "Anyways as I was saying I was just wondering…" Harry found himself hesitating again now that they were again onto the business of the matter. "I know this will make me sound immature, but I'm not rather fond of them together either…so I was wondering if there was any possible way you could make them act…well, like the used to around me?"

Having gotten what he wanted so far Malfoy smiled, "well, of course I could, that wouldn't take more than 45 minutes to fix." Harry seemed to brighten at that, "but…" Malfoy said evilly looking directly into Harry's eyes, as Malfoy held to his chin with one hand tapping his fingers in an almost drumming pattern, "there is the matter of payment. I don't do something for nothing, as you very well should know, and I get nearly a hundred requests a day. So what could you give me to make it worth my while?" Malfoy pondered allowed.

Harry paled immensely, Malfoy had everything, what could Harry give him that he possibly didn't already have? "I-I don't know…what do you want? My Firebolt? Gold? I have an invisibility cloak…" Harry couldn't believe that he was actually offering his more precious possessions just to get his friends back…though something told him Malfoy wouldn't take them; something told him that Malfoy had something else in mind.

Malfoy smiled, pretending to think, "hum…I don't know…I already have all the gold I'll ever need, priceless heirlooms…a really good broom that I'm sure I can kick your arse with…hmmm…oh wait I have an idea…" Malfoy stopped and turned to a very nervous Harry.

"W-whatisit?" he fumbled. "I'll do anything…"

"Anything?" Malfoy drawled in a tantalizing tone that sent shivers of anxiety down Harry's back. It was almost a demonic childishness the way he spoke.

"Erm…yes." Harry nodded. Malfoy looked very insane at the moment and Harry knew he wasn't going to like what came next.

"Hum…how about you?" he said ever so casually and Harry blinked several times as his jaw went completely slack. Malfoy smirked and walked over to Harry putting a finger under his chin shutting his mouth gently.

"Harry didn't anyone ever teach you it wasn't polite to stare?"

"Y-your kidding, right Malfoy? You can't be serous…p-p-please tell me your p-playing some cruel sick joke on me…" Harry's eyes were shut tightly and he began shaking.

"Hum…as much as I love cruel sick jokes Harry," he purred enjoying this to no end. "I'm afraid I'm as serious as a person comes."

There was a small pause, "h-how long…" Harry rasped out chocking on the words.

"That depends on what your willing to do." Malfoy said simply and Harry's eyes shot opened. "If your willing to do anything in complete submission, six months." He said it so simply Harry couldn't find a word of response at first.

"No. No. No! NO FUCKING WAY!" Harry began to hyperventilate and Malfoy shrugged just as simply, as though the demand were nothing.

"Have it your way Harry. You're little friends will forget all about you and you'll end up being all alone. But if you don't care, why should I?"

Harry's eyes widened, he was way more terrified to have no one, than even being a slave for Draco Malfoy for six months. "I-I-I…" he stuttered and took several deep breaths. "Fine." He barely whimpered.

"Hum? What was that Harry?"

"Fine!" He partially screamed. "I'll be your bloody slave, and give complete submission for six fucking months! Okay!"

Malfoy smirked and pulled out a quill and piece of parchment going over to the wall and writing something on it. Harry found that as he waited for Malfoy to finish his nerves weren't stabilizing. Each scratch of the quill pulled him deeper into his doubt and uncertainty. Once he had finished he turned back to Harry, smiling, Harry was a mess dizzy with disorientation.

"This parchment is cursed. If you sign, you'll get your friends in a week, that I promise you. If you don't get your friends by then, I have agreed –with my signature in my own blood— to leave my life in your hands. That's the consequences for me if I don't manage to comply completely with my terms of the agreement. It also states that I cannot harm you fatally, or to a point in with you pass out. Otherwise the same fate will befall me. If you sign this and tell anyone about it, do not completely submit, or don't finish the agreement in the full term of six months to the minute you sign, you will permanently become my personal slave and I can no longer give to my word to not harm you immeasurably. Do you agree to these terms?"

Harry was shaking, Malfoy's words came so fluidly from him and Harry felt himself getting lost in the confusion of the moment something told him he was about to sell his soul to the devil. "I-I-I agree." He whispered and took the quill and parchment.

"Sign your full name with that quill that will use your blood for ink, and there is no turning back. Do you understand, Harry?" Draco seemed to be using Harry's name in kind now, but Harry was still much to scattered to appreciate the tone of Malfoy's words.

"I-Ido," he slurred.

"Even if this parchment is destroyed, the curse will still be in effect. Do you understand this as well?"

Harry nodded no longer able to find words to reply with.

"Once you have signed this, not even the Ministry of Magic will be able to break this spell. It would be against Wizard Law to do so. This is your last, last chance to back out. You know there could be other ways to get your friends back. You understand this too?"

Harry nodded again.

"Then sign it now." Malfoy smiled evenly, voice coming out as a silky purr.

Harry walked over to the wall and with a trembling hand, and signed the document in full name right under Malfoy's. 'Harry James Potter.'

Pulling back he walked over to a very contented Malfoy and handed him the parchment and quill.

"Then the agreement is final. Harry James Potter, you are mine for the next six months." He smirked and Harry felt the dread of what he had just done sink in completely, his eyes growing unusually large.

End Chapter 1

To Be Continued…

Nasyki/Dark Cherub: Evil Smirk Well, what do you think? I expect several reviews before I even begin to continue. I am sorry for how short that chapter was, I wanted to keep you interested for chapter 2! Which you'll only see if you review! That is the shortest chapter I have ever written, and I promise the next will be longer. REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!