Author's Note: Hey folks. This is just your friend, Yamiga talking to you. I've been thinking about this story and another one for a while. As you all know, I love the Goo Goo Dolls and if you know their songs, you'll know the song this one is based off of. So please enjoy the story.
Disclaimer and Warnings: Slavery (okay?), Slash, Future MPreg, abuse...er...I think that's all. And remember, I don't own this series by that I mean any of the Harry Potter Characters.
Summary: Two years after the war, life seems to be going great for Harry or at least that's what he wants to believe. Unknown to even Ron and Hermione, Harry had a secret passion for an undeniable blond who is now, locked away in Azakaban. In an act of love, Harry decides to buy him one night after he is sold in and auction and Draco later figures out that slavery isn't the only thing on Harry's mind.
~ Chapter I: Do you wake up on Your Own? ~
The sound of a cool breeze whipped through the prison cells as the guards glided up and down marking their prisoners one by one. Shackles could be heard as they echoed through the dark and endless corridors. In one cell, alone laid Draco Malfoy attempting to fall into a deep sleep. He was all to use to this; the tasteless food, the dementors breathing nothing but hopeless cold air on him and most of all the feeling of being alone and being nothing more than an item. Countless amounts of times had he been bailed out only to be used as a slave for one's personal desires and when his master found no further need for him, he'd only land him back in Azkaban. With no wand, he was hardly considered a wizard and with no family he was hardly considered a person.
When the human guards were gracious enough to grant the prisoners some feel of the outside world they'd drop the prophet by. Draco read it with much interest even though there was really nothing for him to read. On days where he just felt like life was nothing more than a bother, he'd challenge himself to find something about Harry after all, the brunette had been in the Prophet more times than he could count. Strange as it was, it made Draco happy to see the picture smiling at him even though it wasn't really directed toward him.
He did of course, envy Harry. He was free. Draco wasn't and the only way he could taste a glimpse of freedom was if someone bid a high enough amount of money on him or if his master had set him free, just like a house elf. The thought nearly brought him to tears every time he focused on it. No one could comfort him, tell him it was okay or anything. His father had died long ago leaving his poor mother alone. The thing that hurt him the most is that he had little to no idea where his mother might have been. There was nothing he could do about it though, he couldn't do anything about well, anything. His life was set, he'd live life as a slave or he'd waste away in prison.
That day had been what the prison guards ( the human ones) called special. They went through the corridor of the prison and began to bang cups on the bars, waking the inmates up. Draco was among one of the first to wake, after all he didn't go to sleep. He sat up on the wall clenching the prophet in his hands, reading in thoroughly. The sound of a key unlocking his cell door gained his attention and he placed the parchment behind him.
"What's happening?" He asked rather worried as he saw the looks on the prison guards faces. "Are you taking me somewhere?" The question was very childish and he'd regretted it the moment it came from his lips. The guards only laughed at his foolish question and beckoned themselves further into the cell.
"Today, we have another auction and you're on the list. Strangely, there've been high demands for you specifically and I don't think these people are really interested in you cleaning for them." Both guards had burst into a howl of laughter and caused shivers to go down Draco's spine. The last time he'd been bought by a very rich merchant...he couldn't sit need not mention, use the restroom right for weeks. As he sat there and thought, one of the guards pulled him to his feet by his blond hair, now coated with dirt and dust, and dragged him out of the cell. "Your auction is in six hours, we're taking you somewhere to get clean and freshen up."
He was tired of it all, the news reports the interviews and most of all putting on a happy face for the Ministry. He just wanted to be an Auror and he'd been given offers to be things extraordinary and offered pounds of money and countless amounts of galleons. He just wanted to be...Harry, he didn't want all the fame he was getting. True, he'd saved every one, he'd saved his world but he still had a heavy guilt on his chest. It wasn't at all for killing Tom Riddle, but it was for someone he lost. Not by death during the war, but by law.
It had always been his secret and the only person who'd ever found out was Luna but he liked it that way. Ever since his fourth year, he'd been deeply in love with Draco Malfoy. Of course, these feelings had been sudden and he didn't know how to react at first. So, he disguised his love as hatred and now, he couldn't do anything.
There he was walking through the store, still filling the same guilt that would never leave him. He picked up a Prophet from the paper box and only sighed when he saw his own face staring back at him. "Is there anything useful?" He asked out loud, causing many people to look at him. He let out a huge sigh as he began flipping through the pages and it was only then when someone's face grabbed his attention.
"ANNUAL SERVANT BIDDING, TONIGHT AT SIX-THIRTY P.M. AT THE OLD DEPARTMENT BUILDING JUST AT THE VERY EDGE OF HOGSMEAD ALLEY. BE THERE, STARTING BID: $1200 BIDDING ITEM, DRACO MALFOY. INCARCERATED AND BROKEN IN AZKABAN. GOOD AS A CLEANING SERVANT AND ANYTHING ELSE YOU'LL HAVE HIM DO."
Harry reread the paper countless amounts of times before finally placing it inside of his overcoat. Was this his chance to free his guilt? Was this his chance at true love? Many had believed he'd fancied Ginny in and out of Hogwarts but that was a rumour, and it was most likely something Ginny had started herself at the time. Harry sighed and began to make his way outside of the store. "The Department building..." He idly thought to himself as he casually walked on and then it had hit him, the price. Could he even afford such an amount? True, he was after all, Harry Potter and he was very rich but he knew that people from all around would be bidding on Draco. He'd just have to be the most intimidating and perhaps it would be good to arrive early.
Draco, he'd be able to see him again and make amends. Harry smiled to himself and let out a small laugh, he could possible change everything for the better.
Draco hadn't liked the idea of being forced to take a shower and or clean himself but he had to admit, he needed it more than anything. His hair became soft again as the warm water rushed down his head and the rest of his body. He breathed slowly as he washed his body with a nice smelling cleansing ointment. As he let the large suds of soap fall off of him, it finally had hit him; He was only cleaning himself to be sold away and most likely be brought back to Azkaban.
After ten more minutes of self pleasure, he'd finally stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. He felt rather grim as he saw the clothes hung up for him on the door rail. The typical white polo with the black tie and dress slacks. Slowly, he dressed himself while making sure he looked somewhat efficient. His hair, once perfect, was now very shaggy and that's something he could never fix. After he had brushed his teeth, he checked himself one more time idly bringing his hand to a place near the crook of his neck. There sat a large reddish and purple bruise. He flinched slightly as he touched it rubbing his fingertips over the soft bruised skin.
Two years prior to this, he'd been bought by a wealthy merchant who only used Draco's body for his own personal pleasure. When Draco was finally broken and couldn't even move a muscle, he'd accused the blond of stealing something and had him sent back to Azkaban. The bruise was more like a branding, a reminder that he'd never be free.
At that moment, the door had burst open revealing the two guards. The same one had jerked him hard by the arm, pulling him out of the restroom. "A few more hours to go, you'll need to get just a bit to eat." Draco didn't say anything to that, he didn't even have an appetite and he knew the guards figured that out.
"Serves the git right!" Ron said, half laughing as he read through the Prophet. Harry sat beside him with a more somber expression, something that only Hermione had caught. "Look at him! Being sold like a rat, that's what he deserves, what do you say Hermione?" Hermione caught sight of Harry but blocked his face out of her mind. She nodded, laying her head on Ron's shoulder.
The three sat outside on Harry's porch and looked at the changing sky. Harry tried his best to block out the hurtful things his friends were saying, it was good that he only told Luna about how he really felt. "I'm bidding on him, tonight. I plan to win." This caused both of the two to stop and look at him with mixed expressions. Ron wore and angry one while Hermione wore a rather worried one. "You're mental! Didn't you hear, he steals things, he's a liar and an ex-death eater. Why would you have him in your house?" Hermione nodded in agreement. "Yes Harry! He's a bad person, he and his whole family_" "He has no family, his father died and his mother went missing. Unlike the two of you, I believe in second chances. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got an auction to attend."
Harry disapparated and found himself standing outside of Luna's new house. Cautiously, he knocked on the door and waited patiently for someone to answer. In about a second, Luna had opened the door and only stared into Harry's piercing green eyes. "Luna...can you come with me? I'm going to an auction!" Luna continued to stare but gently spoke, "An auction...I've heard of them before! You see, daddy's never taken me to one but he's bid on tons of items. What are we going to bid on?" Harry stayed silent for a while as Luna walked out of the house wearing the most outlandish clothes. Bright yellow overalls and another loud orange blouse. Her hair was down and it gently framed her face. She wore brown rain boots on her feet coated in mud.
"We're bidding for Draco Malfoy." Harry said, trying to hide the confusion in his face.
There Draco stood on a stage, not daring to face the crowd. The two guards had roughly forced him up the stage and caused him to trip once or twice. The crowd had burst with laughter lowering his self esteem even more. About that time, Harry and Luna had entered the warehouse and found seats close to the stage so that Draco was completely visible in the light.
He looked more than tired, he looked empty. His once bright grey eyes now looked pitch black and his usual tidy hair was now shaggy and layered on top of that it lightly brushed his shoulders. He had not noticed Harry nor Luna until a guard jerked his head upward so he was once again forced to look at the crowd. His gaze had immediately fallen on the two sitting infront of him and now he wore an expression of fear.
"Why is he here?" Draco thought to himself as he attempted to avoid the brunettes gaze. At that moment, two more people came running down the large aisle and made their way to two empty seats next to Harry and Luna. The two people were Ron and Hermione, both gazing at Draco. He quickly turned his head away not daring to look at the two he couldn't face all of them, not when he was like this. Were they here to make him feel pain? None of them possibly could want to bid on him so what was it? Why were they being so cruel? He looked down and saw them all whispering with each other...they were most likely mocking him. He couldn't help it as a single tear slid down his cheek but it was much to small for anyone to notice.
At that moment the sound of a gavel hitting a wooden surface rang through the large room causing everyone to fall silent. Draco looked down at the four one more time and saw Ron, Harry and Hermione all nod. All heads faced the front as the speaker began to talk. His voice was the deep serious type. "We are pleased all of you can join us tonight...the starting bid: $12,000." Harry felt a twinge of pain run through his body. He'd read twelve hundred dollars, not twelve thousand. He was, obviously mistaken.
"$12, 500!" Said Ron nervously receiving gasp from all around. Harry smiled just a bit, so the plan was working how it should've. For a while, no one said a word and as the speaker lifted the gavel, one gentlemen rose and yelled, "$13,500." In opposition to him, Luna rose and calmly spoke, "$14,900." Many men had looked around the room surprised when they saw a young girl like Luna bidding. Laughter went through the crowd as another man had stood up and yelled, "$15,000!" This time Ron rose and clearly yelled, "$16,000." In sheer envy, another had risen and bid a thousand higher than Ron. Nervously, Hermione rose, shaking slightly and yelled, "$17,000." More laughter could be heard as men began to rise and outbid her. All the while, Draco watched helplessly as men threw out money just to claim him as theirs. When it seemed this would never end, Harry rose with the calmest expression on his face and yelled, "$45,500." The room fell silent. Before another man had a chance to bid anything, the gavel hit its wooden surface.
"Sold to the man with the beetle glasses!" The speaker said, banging his gavel continuously. "Now, get young Malfoy ready." One of the guards near Draco took him firmly by the arm and placed what looked like a white handkerchief on his face. His grey eyes rolled to the back of his head and his knees gave out causing him to fall. Harry stood up almost instantly and rushed to the stage, catching him before he hit the ground. The guards looked at him with small distaste as he slowly sat Draco up. "What did you do to him?" Harry asked with anger filling his eyes.
"We numbed his senses, he's pretty useless now." The guard said with no care in his voice. Harry held the lifeless Draco in his arms and looked down at him with nothing but a worried expression on his face. Ron, Hermione and Luna had by this time, jumped on the stage and joined Harry; each of them taking money from their pockets. The speaker had emerged from behind his guards and held his hand out, demanding money. The other three handed Harry their money as he combined his own with theirs. Without saying a word, he placed the money in the Speaker's hand who conducted a sinister smile. "He'll be back in no time." He said as Harry held Draco even tighter. Harry gave his three friends one last thankful nod before disapparating back to his home in Godric's Hollow.
Draco had woken up with a painful ache in his head. At first, he'd found himself wondering why he'd been there in the first place, but then the realization stabbed him in the side like a white hot knife. He'd been...he'd been bided and what was worse is that he was servant to Harry Potter. For the first time since last night, he allowed himself to cry. Tears flowed down his pale cheeks as his eyes puffed and his face became a fluorescent red.
Harry Potter, the boy he'd been rivals with through school, the boy who lived finally had won against him. Draco had lost everything, he didn't even belong to himself and that was made clear by a new growing pain on his arm. A branding, that's what it was and the full realization had finally hit him...Harry had won. Harry had won everything and now, the branding on Draco's arm was a painful reminder and most things in his life were as well.
At that moment, the bedroom door flung open revealing Harry and Ron. Draco sat up almost instantly and the two could tell that he was holding his breath. Harry was the first to walk into the room, holding his hand out as if the blond was a wild animal that would strike of run away at any moment. "Draco," He began in such a soft voice it sounded as if he was confronting a lover. Draco didn't say a word, his hurt grey eyes only stared into the piercing green ones. "I'm not going to hurt you." Harry had finally advanced far enough into the room so he could stroke the soft blond hair. Draco felt a hot fury rise in his chest and he slapped Harry's hand away from his hair.
"How dare you treat me like I'm a wild animal!" He yelled as he rose off of the bed. He knew he was in no position to be yelling or asking any questions but he still held some of his pride. "So tell me, why have you bought me? To mock me, is that what it is? Why must you be so evil." Ron pushed past Harry and forcefully grabbed Draco by the collar.
"You should be the last person accusing someone of being evil, you dirty rotten bastard." Said Ron, pushing Draco hard on the ground. "Be thankful Harry had the heart to house someone like you." "Ron!" Harry shouted while kneeling down next to Draco and attempting to help him up. As expected, Draco had pushed Harry's hand away with a powerful force. The blond rose and left the two men standing there. He wasn't sure what he was going to do but he just couldn't stay in their presence.
Hours had passed and Draco had absolutely no idea what to do. Harry and Ron had left earlier for work leaving Draco alone by himself. Harry had already told Draco that there was no way to escape without the brand on his arm burning him and later alerting Harry himself. He'd left food for Draco on the dinner table. Draco didn't eat anything at all in fact he stayed in bed for most of the day. He didn't know what to do, he couldn't leave the house so what was there?
Bored, that's what he was, bored. Sleeping for a full eight hours wasn't going to cut it so he decided to get up and do something: cook. It wasn't much like Draco at all and he told himself that as he made his way to the kitchen.
When he entered the kitchen, he saw Harry didn't really have a ton of food in his refrigerator, (Draco had no idea what a refrigerator was at the time) instead about six bottles of black liquid sat side by side on the shelves. Draco hadn't thought much of it he only continued to cook. Every Once in awhile, he'd glanced at the clock and saw that Harry would be back soon. At that time, he didn't even want to be seen by Harry so when he heard the door open he quickly made his way upstairs not bidding Harry a thing.
Hey y'all! Yes, I'm still working on Sympathy...etc but I'm at a block so while I'm thinking, I'm going to post two new stories for you to read. Tell me what you think about think about them. Please read and review and if you have any ideas, remember to leave a review.
