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I know Harry is being a very promiscous boy , but soon enough Draco will beat him into submission.
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CHAPTER TWO
Harry fidgeted with the high collar of the new robes Hermione had forced him to buy. His hair was slicked back and held tentatively in place by almost an entire tube of gel and a strong holding spell. He sat once again in front of the branch of wizard law makers awaiting a decision on his life. He was convinced they made the room uncomfortably warm on purpose; he cast a cooling spell and waited for his attorney.
"Mr. Potter, how do you explain these thirty-five charges of paternity against you?"
"Actually, your honour, only eight are expecting, and the rest refused to have tests done to prove that I am the father." Harry smiled innocently up at the Chief Warlock.
"That blatant disregard of responsibility is exactly what has resulted in the moral deterioration of our world. Do you realize how many spouses are filing for separation? The bases of these claims range from the exact hues of their children's green eyes, to every uncontrollable head of hair and to any notable sign that could even hint at your hand in their creation!"
Another wizard spoke, "Mr. Potter, we are not waiting for the results of these paternity tests; regardless of the outcome, we feel, due to your notoriety, that your lack of morals has been deemed acceptable .As such, every single parent who has come forward will receive a recompense of 150 galleons for the support of themselves and their offspring. In order to pay the numerous claims from these wizards and witches, we are auctioning you off at a public hearing where you will be bound in marriage to the highest bidder. Let us hope, Mr. Potter, that married life will serve to help you mature and become a more responsible wizard."
The lighting in the room began flickering and the chairs themselves began vibrating. A cacophony of screams could be heard as objects started to fly through the air.
x x x x
"There is no other choice, Harry!" Hermione said as she closed the heavy book in resignation.
Harry paced around the warded room, grasping at the remnants of his self-control. After that spectacle in the courtroom, the Wizengamot had warned him another show of aggression would only make the situation worse.
'How the bloody hell can it get any worse?' Harry thought angrily.
"It's true, Harry. They're implementing an archaic law, but there's no way out of it. You're going to have to marry whoever contributes the most. There's even talk about requiring all single parents that applied or were recognized by the lawsuit to marry in order to receive help."
"So, I'm being sold into slavery?"
"Marriage, Harry," Hermione corrected.
"Same thing," he replied quickly.
"It's not that big of a deal, mate. All you have to do is marry them and live together," Ron tried to comfort his friend.
"What do you mean, Ron?" Harry stopped pacing near his friend.
Ron shrugged. "It's a marriage of convenience. Besides the initial consummation, there is nothing that says you can't live your own life and then file for divorce."
"Yeah, but Harry wouldn't do that, he'd be a married man," Hermione argued, "and the Ministry wouldn't grant you a divorce."
"The Ministry can force me to marry them, but I'll make them regret it," Harry assured them with a smile. "They'll be the ones petitioning for divorce."
x x x x
"Hermione?"
"Yes?"
Ron shook his head in consternation
"I think you're taking this way too easy. I kept expecting you to start a protest: hand out buttons, tell people to fight the Ministry from running our lives, and all that Elf salvation type stuff."
"Is it really that bad?" she softly ventured.
"Hermione, you didn't just sit back and let this happen on purpose did you?"
She spared an insulted glare his way. "I did everything I could, Ronald."
Silence settled over them.
"Do you really think he's happy?"
Ron didn't answer; he knew his wife didn't required one.
"Do you think that someone with Harry's upbringing will ultimately want to create children that will grow up without their father?"
"That he really wants the life of a consummate bachelor?"
"I think this might be good for him. I just hope he gets a good partner."
"Hopefully they're good-looking, rich, and not a total prat." Ron added.
x x x x
"Are you bidding?"
"No," Draco replied from where he lounged on the love seat.
"You're not? " the dark skinned Slytherin asked in disbelief.
"No, I'm sending a representative to buy him for me."
The ridiculous statement coupled with the straight face drew a laugh from Blaise.
"You doubt me?"
"I know you'll buy him; I just can't wait to see the reaction on his face when you show up at the courthouse instead."
Draco captured his lower lip gently between his teeth. "I imagine his reaction will be very satisfying."
"The wedding night as well, I hope. First times should be memorable!"
Blaise ducked as an expensive vase nearly nicked his ear as it flew past his head, bursting into shards on the wall behind him.
"Draco, its your own fault. He'll know that you're as untouched as McGonagall's knickers and he'll be in control."
"No, I'm the one with all the power, He will be forced into the ideal role of a lifemate, and he will submit to me," Draco pouted, his mercury eyes shining with anger.
"He'll notice and it will satisfy him that you waited for him."
"I didn't wait for him!" Draco vehemently denied.
"You might as well have-- he'll pop your cherry, feel that rush of virginal power and he'll know for sure. Unless you've changed your mind about my invitation," the other Slytherin coaxed.
Draco snapped out of his stupor when he felt the breath across his cheek and felt Blaise's body pressed against his left side.
"Move back to the other settee, and don't jest-- this is serious," he waved him off.
"I am serious," Blaise muttered dejectedly.
"I need to talk to Mother," the blond decided finally.
"Talking to her is what got you in this mess in the first place."
Draco frowned at his friend. "My mother knows about these kinds of matters. See yourself out, will you?"
Blaise watched the Malfoy heir head off to find the advice of his dearest parent.
Rumour had it that Lucius had been unfaithful and Lady Malfoy had caught wind of it. No one knew what she had on him, but Lucius maintained his distance in raising Draco, which explained Draco's old-fashioned and thinly concealed romantic notions.
x x x x
Draco hurried up the stairs hoping to catch his mother before she left for her afternoon tea. He was too busy thinking about his problem that he didn't notice the figure going down the steps until they collided.
His father grabbed his upper arms to steady him and Draco acknowledged him with an incline of his head. "Thank you, Father."
"Excuse me." Draco stepped to the right after Lucius released him.
"Where could you be going that's so important you nearly trampled me to get there?"
Draco let out a sigh of frustration. "To see Mother." He waited for what was sure to be a sardonic reply and was not disappointed.
"You spend too much time clinging to your mother's skirts, I would have thought you'd grown out of that irritating habit."
Draco smiled, showing hints of his white teeth. "We all have little bad habits. I mean, you get under every skirt that you see and everyone lets you." Draco shrugged, feigning innocence. "Well, everyone except your wife."
He turned, his robes billowing in a way that would have made Snape proud, and continued on his way.
Draco knocked on the door quickly waiting for her to acknowledge him before he entered her room.
"Good afternoon, Sweetheart," Narcissa greeted her only son lovingly.
"Good afternoon, Mother." Draco smiled but didn't move from the entry way.
"You talked to your father?" she guessed by the tired expression on his face.
"We exchanged words," he replied evasively, "but I didn't come to talk about that. I need your help." He shut the door behind him and moved towards the older blonde.
"It's about a boy."