Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Warnings: M/M/M, Creature fic, smut, profanity, explicit content. Please click away if these ideas offend you.

AN: Third fiction! This story will have a slow build up. There will be slight smut(limes) but the real action will wait for a few chapters. The third male character will not be introduced till around chapter three or four. If you notice any major errors just let me know and I will try to fix them.

Chapter 1

"Well, Potter, do we have a deal?" Draco Malfoy's taunting tone grated on Harry's nerves. He watched annoyed as Draco lifted a slender hand and pushed back an errant lock of blond hair. The pale strands gleamed wetly in the candlelight. Harry felt heat rise up his neck; it felt like his head was filling with hot air. Stupid Malfoy, who did he think he was? Why would Harry ever agree to something so utterly ridiculous? Malfoy's lips twisted in a small irritating smirk. Harry flushed harder.

"Scared of little ol' me Potter?" Malfoy's tone seemed to drip with sarcastic bile. Harry swallowed hard. Now Harry, don't fall into Malfoy's trap. He would be able to do anything to you if you agree. Don't do it!

"FINE!"

Shit. Harry winced, that was definitely not what he wanted to say. Shit! He ran a frantic hand through his hair; the messy damp strands seemed uninclined to stay in place, unlike Malfoy's. Harry grumbled. He turned around and started to pace. The damp grey tiles of the bathroom glistened with the golden lights. Harry peeked at Malfoy. He was standing in the same spot with his bare arms crossed; the white towel wrapped around his waist looked heavy with water. Harry swallowed, this was ridiculous. Why of all nights did Malfoy have to use the bathroom at the same time he did?

Harry had been innocently leaning on the shallow walls of the huge tub savoring the warmth, when he had suddenly heard the splash of water. He had been greeted with Malfoy's lean naked torso, and intense grey eyes. Malfoy had been surprisingly close.

Harry would never admit it but the sound that tore out of his throat became a legend after a first year heard the scream. Prusilla Grands became the west wing murder victim. Later, Harry would try and protest that theory, but to his horror the tale continues on to this day.

Of course Harry had been shocked to be greeted with the naked body of his school nemesis. They had immediately started to trade comfortable insults. Though the war had left its mark, Harry could count on Malfoy to always be a complete tosser. Harry vaguely recalled saying Malfoy had a small dick, but seriously Malfoy didn't have to play such a mean prank on him. Honestly, comparing willies was what first years did, not what eighth years did. The situation had escalated, and the terms had been shouted out.

Harry looked down at the blurry image of the white towel circling Malfoy's waist, his face flushed harder. If Malfoy was bigger than him then Harry would have to spend two months at Malfoy's house doing whatever Draco asked of him, as long as nobody found out about their arrangement, and Harry wasn't permanently scarred. If Harry was bigger, then Malfoy would have to donate half his fortune to supporting orphaned magical children, and support the rights of magical creatures. Harry paced some more. He had already agreed, but his heart was pounding. What if Malfoy was bigger? Harry shuddered at the thought of Malfoy being able to do whatever he wanted to do to Harry; but the poor children. The house elves, oh dear!

"Potter, I am waiting."

"So wait some more, you bloody wanker!" Harry spun around and grunted out. He stumbled back when confronted with the sharp contours highlighting Draco's collar bones. Pale hands grasped at his towel, and Harry screeched as his towel was roughly torn off his body. Harry glanced down. Malfoy had already dropped his towel. Harry squinted at the fuzzy image, and swallowed hard, it wasn't looking so good. Harry still had a chance; the agreement was for erect length.

"A wanker, am I? Well then, why don't we wank Potter". Malfoy had grabbed Harry's hand, and had placed it on his flaccid penis. Harry jumped at the feeling of a damp hand encircling his own cock. His knees trembled, and the small hairs covering his body stood erect. Malfoy gave a long languid stroke with his hand. Harry gasped. Oh that felt good. Malfoy's hand felt perfect wrapped around Harry's dick. Harry's hand was tentatively caressing Malfoy's dick. Why on earth was he just going along with Malfoy's demands? The pleasure stopped the tempting thought. The pale length flushed a furious red. Harry swallowed, Malfoy was huge. He looked down, did he even dare to compare. Malfoy inched their hips closer, the tips of their cocks kissed. Harry hissed. This feeling was entirely new. He hadn't really thought of being with another man before.

They were thrusting up against one another; moans were forcing their way past Harry's lips. "I think were hard enough now, Potter." Harry groaned. He had been about to cum. He felt unfulfilled. He looked down slowly, their cocks were perfectly aligned. Harry closed his eyes. Shit!

Draco placed his fingers under Harry's flushed face, leaning down he placed the softest kiss on Harry's petal soft lips, he slid a finger inside of Harry, pressing something delicious and then he pulled Harry's slightly shorter cock. Harry's eyes flew open as he came. "You will be coming home with me it seems Potter. I hope you like lace." Draco left in a furious flash of green, his proud erect cock hidden beneath his robes.

Lace? Harry slid to the ground his legs giving out beneath him. What was he going to do? He didn't have to go with Malfoy; they hadn't made a vow that would result in death, only one that would result in extreme pain if the other did not comply with the request. No. Harry had to keep his word. He was going to have to do whatever Malfoy told him to do. Tomorrow when they got on the train to leave, Harry wouldn't be going to Grimmauld Place, to see Sirius and Remus. He was going to be spending two months with one Draco Malfoy. Harry groaned and crashed forward, his hands cradling his head. Why did he agree to do this? Malfoy had always been a sore spot for Harry. For some reason Harry was drawn to the blond haired prick. The past few months Harry hadn't been able to get Malfoy off his mind. There was something different about him. Oh well! Harry stood up; he couldn't change his mind now. Blushing Harry cast a spell to clean up his mess, and left to spend his last night at Hogwarts with the people that meant the most to him.

The next day. . .

Harry was dragging his feet. In five minutes the train would be departing. Feeling unwilling to go on the train leaving Hogwarts, wasn't an altogether unfamiliar feeling for him. After all, he hadn't ever wanted to go back to the Dursley's. Ron and Hermione were already on the packed train. Although, Harry didn't want to leave, that wasn't the major issue. The problem with getting on the train was that he would have to share a compartment with Malfoy. The arse had cornered Harry that very morning, and had stated his first order. Harry had to accompany Draco the entire way to Draco's home. That meant Harry had to share a compartment with Draco. Calling Draco 'Draco' was the next order on that very rapidly growing list of demands. At least Harry could call Malfoy by his last name in his own head.

There was no more delaying, Harry stepped onto the train. He listened to the loud excited chatter of all the students. Warmth filled him. He would always miss this moment. He hadn't realized how much this train ride was as much a part of attending Hogwarts, as was, actually being inside the school itself. Harry took a step forward. He wouldn't check on Hermione, and Ron. He had told them he wanted one last moment to himself, to reflect on his youth. They had smiled, their hands clasped tightly between them. Understandingly, they didn't pressure him to reveal his true intentions. They understood him perfectly.

Harry inhaled deeply. Malfoy was in the compartment in front of him. Completely alone; Harry frowned, come to think of it, Harry hadn't seen Mal—Draco hang around any of his goons this year. In fact he couldn't remember seeing Malfoy hang around anybody. There seemed to be a circle of empty space surrounding Draco. He seemed almost untouchable. The door abruptly opened.

"Potter, how long are you going to stand out there like an idiot? Come inside!" Harry frowned and stepped inside slowly. Draco shut the door and cast several privacy charms. Harry couldn't see out, so he assumed nobody could see in. Draco sat slowly on the opposite side of the compartment. Silence filled the cold empty room. The room seemed to expand and echo. Minutes passes as the train moved forward. Draco coughed. "Potter, I am tired lend me your lap." Harry gaped; "What?" Draco rolled his eyes; "I am tired. I am going to lie on your lap. Move over." Harry had a moment of panic; "What?!" Draco sighed and stood up. He sat next to Harry, and slowly placed his head on Harrys leg. "I have always thought this train could use some nicer pillows." Within moments his breathing evened out, uncaring of how stiff and tense the body was beneath him.

Harry stared unseeingly at the wall in front of him. Idly he wondered when the last time the wallpaper had been replaced. It was peeling rather unpleasantly in some spaces. He didn't notice his trembling fingers slide down to caress the silky strands of Draco's un-gelled hair. He stared out the window with a calm mind. Maybe, this wouldn't be so bad. Maybe Draco wouldn't be a complete jerk. Harry swallowed. Maybe. . .

Hours later. . .

Harry's leg felt like it was filled with bees. His eyes slowly opened. He tilted his head up and groaned. Ouch! Each vertebrae slid back into place, the loud protest of his uncomfortable position echoed in the compartment. He looked out the window. They still had three hours till they arrived at their destination. He felt Draco stir on his lap, at the knock on the door. Draco groaned and sat up. "What!" His voice was sleepy, and gruff. Harry sighed in relief and proceeded to stretch his tired legs. He stood, the numbness made it slightly difficult to keep his balance.

"Would you like something from the trolley?" The snack lady's familiar voice filled the silent air with warm familiarity. Harry looked out the window, and into the darkness. He felt sorrow fill him. This would be the last time he would be able to hear that familiar tone. "Here." Harry blinked. Malfoy was shoving a bright box of chocolate frogs in his face. Harry took the box staring at Draco inquiringly. Draco stared back; "Eat. You are far too slender for my tastes, your legs are like tree stumps; horribly uncomfortable." He awkwardly looked down, opening his own box of tasty treats. Harry stared confused. Malfoy bought him chocolate. Did he know? Did he know that was one of the first magical treats Harry had ever tasted; on this very train as well? "Thanks, Draco. . ." Draco grunted, and pointed toward a small selection of juices, and treats; "Take what you want."

Harry nibbled on a sugar quill; apparently these were one of Draco's favorites. They weren't super tasty to Harry, but at least it was something. He was staring at Draco's pensive face and the words popped out of his mouth before he could stop them; "Draco. How come you aren't hanging out with your friends?" Harry bit his lip horrified. How could he ask such a personal question, he was such an idiot? Draco glanced up slowly; "Potter it seems as if your mouth is feeling lonely, would you like me to fix that." Harry gulped. Fix what? He held his tongue for a few minutes but the curiosity couldn't be stopped; "But seriously. Why?" Harry wanted to hit himself.

Draco glared at him. He reached over and pulled the sugar quill out of Harry's hand and placed it on its wrapper. He grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him onto the floor. "I warned you Potter, to keep your mouth shut. Now, you are going to stuff that curiosity right down your throat." Harry wiggled. What? Draco unzipped his trousers, and the meaning of Draco's warning echoed in Harry's head. Harry panicked; "I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! I promise I won't ask again. Please just this once, can we not. . ." Draco glared at him; "Not one more word or you will be sucking me dry; got it Potter." Harry nodded quickly and backpedaled. He grabbed the box of gummy worms, and he stuffed his cheeks full. Draco looked at him disgusted.

The train had arrived. They waited till everyone got off the train. Draco stood and gestured for Harry to follow him. The platform was empty. Ron and Hermione had probably been swept away by their families. Harry stared longingly at the empty space. There was no room for him in their lives. Draco grabbed his wrist. Their luggage was snugly shrunken in their pockets. A small black car stood patiently waiting at the entrance. Harry looked questioningly up at Draco. A car? Where were they going? Draco pushed Harry forward into the car. Harry grumbled. He opened his mouth, but shut it at Draco's annoyed look. Oh, yeah he wasn't supposed to talk. He coughed. The car moved forward, as if being pushed by and invisible hand. There was silence for two hours. The city passed them by, and Harry watched the world return to the wild. Where were they going? This wasn't the way to Malfoy Manner.

They stopped in front of a large grey brick house. The green of the ivy crawled up the sides. The roses, and various other greenery filled Harry's view. There was a small forest of oak, aspen, and pine surrounding the house. The nearest neighbor they had passed was miles away. Harry looked around with wonder. It was beautiful.

"Welcome to my home. Potter." Harry looked at Draco who was staring contentedly at the house in front of them. "Your home?" Draco looked at the house; "Yes, my very first home." He turned toward Harry, and gestured for Harry to precede him into the house.

Harry walked forward, the house was beautiful. "This way, Potter." Harry turned Draco was walking toward the stairs. Harry quickened his pace. They house was warm. The air was fresh, and clean. It did feel like someone's home. The house smelled too new.

"This is going to be your room, Potter. Right next to mine, in case I need . . . something." Draco smirked. Harry entered the room, and his eyes fell on the bed. There was something on the bed. "I see you have already noticed." Draco's tone was amused. Harry looked back; "What is that?" Draco grinned happily; "Why, it's your uniform Potter. If you are going to be my maid, you might as well dress like one."

Harry blanched. "I can't wear that, it's a dress. There is barely any fabric. This is so short if I bent down, who knows what one might see. Malfoy this is just obscene!" The smile on Draco's face took a crooked left; "Whatever, I want to do with you, Potter. That was the arrangement. I just so happen to want you to wear that 'obscene' uniform. Don't worry I got you some undergarments, nobody will see anything." Draco held up a thin strip of lace, and tossed it at harry. Harry caught it in his hand. He held it up to his face; three pieces of string! There was hardly any fabric at all, and what was fabric, was completely see-through. Harry's eyes teared. What did he get himself into? Draco moved closer a predatory look in his eyes; "By the way, Potter. I didn't say you could speak yet."

TBC. . .

I will update this story at least once a month.

Thanks for reading,

Demonfawn