Deception
Disclaimer: the characters are not mine; they belong to J. K. Rowling. A much better writer then myself. Also some of the lines you may recognize from the movie Ever After, that I'm borrowing, they are also not mine.
Summery: Harry wants a Slave. His father isn't to keen on the idea. So he gets one anyway. A Pale blonde one. H/D
A/N: Please let me know what you think. I have read slave stories and I think there interesting so I'm trying. Let me know if I should continue. :)
"Ron keep father busy alright?" a messy haired man ordered pulling on a long hooded cloak. The piece of clothing was perfect for mixing with commoners. It was a slave weekend and the young man was going without asking. Father did not want him to have a slave. None weregood enough.
"But your highness your father will kill you when you get back."
"I don't care. I want one." He pulled on the hood of his cloak hiding his eyes and obvious wealth. Of course for a Prince he wasn't wearing near as much finery as his father would have liked him to be. According to him the ricer you looked the more respect you received. "Okay you remember the plan right?"
"Yes highness." Ron answered exasperated.
"Good." Ron walked him past the guards, the Prince grinned at him and waved as he disappeared into the crowds. Ron sighed, idiot. Why did I befriend him and get mixed up in all his crap?
"Sold!" the auctioneer stated as a beefy man was led off the stage and a woman smiling wickedly left the crowd to pay for him.
"Bring out the next one." Shouted a man off the stage. A pale blonde man was brought on, he was obviously still quite young no older then middle twenty's.
"The bidding starts at five thousand." This man would make them a lot as a bed warmer. Soon females and a few males started screaming prices for the gorgeous man.
Out in the crowd one of the onlookers the prince noticed the expression of fright on the blonde's face as the bidders kept screaming. He pushed easily to the front of the crowd and dropped his hood. Everyone around him bowed noticing his untidy hair and abnormally green eyes.
"Your highness." The auctioneer said gesturing to the man on the stage to remove the slave while the Prince was present.
"No." the dark haired man said moving towards the stage. He looked over the stage and grinned showing a set of fine white teeth to the blonde. "I want him. What was the bid at?" the Prince asked.
"Three hundred thousand your highness." He answered bowing yet again.
"I'll give you five hundred thousand for him," the Prince said turning from the auctioneer and back to the blonde on the stage. "Come here." The Prince said softly reaching a hand for the blonde. He never moved a flash of fear on his face.
"You will do as his highness says!" the man who'd tried to take the blond off the stage ordered drawing his whip from his belt.
"You will not hit him." the Prince ordered eyes flaring. "He's mine now."
"Of course your highness," the man said stepping away form the angry man and releasing the blonde, "Sometimes slaves simply need to be shown there place."
"Yes well you are no longer needed to do it." The Prince snarled slowly walking up onto the stage, his expression softening when he looked over at the other boy. The blonde watched him coming towards him with apprehension, "its all right." The Prince soothed grabbing the blonde's hand, "Come." Reluctantly his new slave followed him off the stage.
"Your highness as to your payment?" asked the auctioneer.
"Have one of your men come to the palace. Tell the guards to give you five hundred thousand for my…" a disturbance down the street caught the Princes attention, several carriages were coming along decked in the royal coat of arms.
"Ah, father must have found out I was gone." The Price grinned. "Ron better be okay." He added, The Prince turned back to the auctioneer "tell whomever it's for my new slave. Make sure that you don't try to get more then I offered for him, or certain things you don't want happening to you will simply start occurring." The Prince said grinning.
"Here you are." A cold well dressed greasy man said stepping out of the carriage. "Get over here now." The man ordered, "Your father is not pleased."
"I never assumed he would be."
"Well come over here." He ordered glaring at the Prince who was tugging the blonde to the carriage with him. "You actually bought one." The man said, "Your father will not be happy."
"Oh Severus relax."
"Harry when your father finds out you have a slave I will not be able to relax as will no one else. That man will be furious. Now why do you think I should be any nicer with you?"
"Because your not as big of a bastard as my father is?" Harry tried grinning; Severus simply glared back at him. "Oh grow a backbone. It's not your fault that I bought him." Harry turned to his new salve and grin grew bigger. "Besides isn't he cute?"
Severus rolled his eyes at the young man and sat back, "His cuteness will not help appease your father." Harry simply glared at him. The rest of the ride home was done in silence Harry happily glancing at his blonde.
"You are restricted to the grounds." The king ordered as soon as Harry and his entourage walked into the castle.
"Father you do of course know that we own ground all over the city. So restricting me to it isn't really stopping me from going anywhere?" Harry asked shocked.
"You will not to be leaving the castle and your insolence is not needed."
"And ifI forget accidentally of course, and happen to leave the castle? Some death sentence will it be?" Harry asked.
"No death I will simply deny you of the crown and live forever."
"Father honestly you've been trying for immortality for years and haven't been able to get it yet."
"You didn't actually procure a Slave did you?" Harry grinned at him and nodded. The king sighed, "Well?" He asked looking at Harry, "Show him to me."
Harry grinned and pulled the blonde over, "isn't he gorgeous?" Harry asked beaming.
"And why do you think you'll stay with him when you couldn't with better suited lovers?"
"Father have you seen him?" Harry asked slipping his arm around the blonde's waist.
"How much did he cost?" the King asked tiredly falling gracefully into the chair behind him.
"Five hundred thousand, someone should be by later to collect the money."
"What?" the King shouted eyes flashing from there blue to red for a second. "You spent that much on a Salve!"
"Yes, really calm down Tom."
"Do not call me that you brat. Fine go to your rooms."
"Okay," Harry removed his arm form the blonde and grabbed his hand, "Oh, and Tom if you could send the tailor I need to get him some proper clothes."
"You will call me father or Voldemort. Snape should never have told you my name used to be Tom."
"Fine father just send the tailor." Harry said dragging the blonde with him down the hall.
"Such a brat of a child." Voldemort said with affection, "Severus send for Mr. Rooke."
"Of course."
Harry pulled the blonde quickly through halls and tapestries, doors that shouldn't be there till they arrived at a pair of double doors. Harry pushed them open and through the first room that looked like sitting room and into the bedroom.
"What's your name?" Harry asked sitting on the bed and pulling the blonde down next to him. The other boy simply stared down at his hands sitting in his lap. "You're not going to tell me your name?" Harry asked looking at the blonde for a moment, "I can deal with that. But you will have to talk." Harry said sitting so he was looking start at the beautiful blonde.
"Now about sex, do you prefer top or bottom? I like them both so if you have a preference we can do that one more often." The blonde still did not answer. "You'll have to talk." Harry said moving closer to the blonde and running his fingers through the blonde's silky hair. "I like for my lovers to make noise." Harry said looking at him hopefully. Still no response. "Fine." Harry said letting his face fall.
"Possibly I can find something else for you to do." Harry said flopping back into the pillows and covering his eyes with his arm. "I won't sleep with anyone, even a slave, against there will."
A few minutes past and Harry felt the weight shift on the bed. He lifted his arm and opened his eyes to see the blonde looking down at him.
"Top." The blonde said his voice as silky as the hair Harry had been playing with earlier.
"Huh?"
"I like to be top." The blonde restated.
A grinned broke out over Harry's face, "Wonderful. I prefer bottom, my last few lovers wouldn't do me to often. Said it wasn't right since I'm the Prince, a lot of bullshit." Harry said tucking some of the fair hair behind the blonde's ears.
Harry leaned up on his elbows and brushed his lips over he other man's lightly, "tell me your name please." Harry asked looking into the blonde's Smokey orbs, "It doesn't seem right to think of having sex with you referring to you as the blond." A slight smile formed over the other boy's face causing him to be even more beautiful in Harry's opinion.
"Draco." The blonde said. Harry lifted one of his hands and trailed his fingers down Draco's cheek before bringing his mouth almost on top of the other boys.
"Draco." He whispered tasting the name with his tongue before proceeding to taste the mouth of the man the name belonged to.