A/N: I'd like to dedicate this to Driven because she's so cute. ::Grin::
-Sold-
By Lyla Hayden
I, Harry Potter, am being sold. Whoo, what fun. It was my eighteenth birthday and I just found out that not only do I have to get married, but the highest bidder gets to marry me, male or female. I looked over the rather large crowd that filled the Great Hall. My cheeks burned with embarrassment.
How could people treat me like this? I was their savior and they thought it right to just sell me off to the highest bidder? The high bid was currently at three hundred galleons. I closed my eyes with a sigh, taking my time before opening them again.
A robed figure stood up and spoke the words that would surely be my demise. "I'll give ten thousand galleons." No one else had that much money to spare and soon, the Hall was quiet. All eyes were on the strange man. Yes, man.
"Well, I guess you win," Dumbledore smirked. "Give the money to Professor Snape, here, and you may claim your prize...I mean husband, sir." The man walked up and handed Snape a small golden key, whispering a few words to the man. I couldn't help but give a little half-smile when Snape turned pure white and nodded.
He then walked over to where I sat on a stool in front of everyone and my smile faded into nothingness. It was the same stool used for sortings. When the man pulled back his hood to reveal silky blond hair and cool steal eyes, I fell off of the stool in shock.
Draco Bloody Malfoy.
"Very graceful, Potter." I growled and stood up. "Amazing, really," he muttered before walking off out of the hall. The crowd parted for him as though he were a king. And I suppose he is. Draco Malfoy is a king in his own time. He's also The Malfoy, now that his father got himself killed and his mother committed suicide.
Sad, and yet not so. They weren't nice people but death is always sad. "Potter? Are you coming or not?" I snapped out of my daze and hurried after him. "Come on, then." And he strolled out of the room and down the corridors leading outside in a very Snape-like manner. And the robes he wore didn't help in that affect.
He only stopped a ways down the road towards Hogsmeade and looked back for a moment. "I think we're far enough away." I stopped a good foot away and he looked at me. "Stand here and don't move."
"What am I? Your slave?"
"Just do it, Potter." I growled and moved a few steps closer. I jumped when his hands fell on my waist. "Potter..." He sighed. "I said not to move."
"You didn't say anything about touching me!" He grabbed my hips and pulled me forward.
"If you move, we're both dead, so just shut up and stay still." I froze hearing the slight concern in his voice. With a soft pop, we apparated. A large castle loomed up overhead, a thick metal gate surrounding it. Malfoy manor.
The hands on my hips fell away and Malfoy spun around, heading for the building. "Please keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times. Stay seated until the ride has come to a complete stop. Do not roll the windows down at any point and do not touch the door handle without the designated gloves."
I could only stare at Malfoy. "What?"
"I will not repeat that. Just get in." He pointed to a golden box with a door on one side. It looked to be about the size of a HumV or something of equal size. In other words, it was huge. Inside were two rows of velvety black seats. Not unlike a ride at a theme park.
I crawled in and took a seat by one of the black windows at the far end. Malfoy got in and snapped his fingers. The door shut and the only indication that there was a door was the thick (ironically) snake-shaped door handle.
I felt like breaking one of those rules just despite Malfoy, but I didn't. We lurched to a start and I heard a soft humming sound. I looked in Malfoy's direction. He was...was he humming?
His head was rested back against the wall and his eyes were closed. In fact, he looked rather good-looking at the moment. His mouth wasn't throwing insults at me and he wasn't glaring at me. If I'd known how hot he looked like that...naw. I wouldn't have done anything different. He was still a prick.
Although he did just outbid quite a few wicked people...perhaps I should thank him? Er...how about not. He opened his eyes only when we came to a stop and looked at me with questioning eyes. I didn't look away.
"What?" he drawled casually.
"Nothing..." He stood up as best as he could and pulled open the door using that special glove he was talking about before, obviously. It was rather plain, considering the whole Malfoy tradition of always wearing things that are way too intricate. The glove was a black (wow, shock there) leather (not dragon-hide) skin-tight glove that rose up to his wrist, leaving a small centimeter of pale flesh between that and the sleeve of his shirt.
"You can get out now, Potter." I hissed at him and crawled out. He blinked at me in confusion and I looked over at him. "Did you just hiss...?"
"Yeah. What of it?"
He smirked and shook his head. "It's a very...girly thing to do." Just to bug him, I hissed at him again, this time adding in my DeathGlare™. "Cute, Potter. Follow me." He strolled down the highly decorative hallway. Plush red carpet beneath my feet, pictures lining the walls, large nicely-finished wooden doors on either side.
I looked back at the car-like object only to find it gone. "Potter." I turned back around and hurried down the hall to catch up with Malfoy.
"You do know that just because I have to marry you doesn't mean that I have to obey your every command." He just looked at me out of the corner of his eye and smirked. Obviously he didn't know that.
"These will be your quarters." I blinked as he pushed open the double doors revealing a large, red and gold room. Red and gold? I blinked. "Yes, Gryffindor colors. There is a bathroom and a closet. Millie will help you pick out your clothes in the morning, just to make sure you don't pick something that clashes." I glared at him.
I might not have HIS sense of fashion, but I had more then he apparently thought I did. My outfits never clash! "You can lock yourself in and refuse to continue living tomorrow if you want, but tonight I have a dinner party that you are required to attend. Millie has set out an outfit for you on the bed. Might I suggest you shower and get ready?
"Dinner's in one hour." Malfoy turned and headed off down the hall, turning a sharp corner and falling out of view.
"Master Harry, bath or shower, sir?" I looked down at a small house elf.
"You're Millie?"
"Aye, sir."
"It's nice to meet you, Millie." I smiled warmly but she didn't drop her cold appearance.
"Bath or shower, sir?"
"Shower's fine, I suppose," I relented with a sigh.
-TBC-
A/n: Continue or not? If you hate it, I'll delete it. x.x I hate it already. There isn't any slash yet, but trust me, if you've read my other stories, how could there not be? ::Cackles:: In the next chapter, which is already done, by the way, I just don't want to post it yet, Draco takes Harry to the dinner party. Whoo! Party! I love parties! ... ::Choke:: Anyway, review? O.o; No flames. Constructive criticism is okay, I guess, but nothing too mean. It just makes you look like a fool and as much as I like laughing at them, they are a useless space-stealer...thing... ::Chokes again:: Anyway. Review and I'll give you a cookie? Freshly made...