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Hp/Dm

Shades of Grey.

Chapter two. Getting Control!

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the next day….Near Azkaban…

Draco felt the Dementor sliding away and breathed in gulps. Merlin let me die! Let me die! I don't want to live like this! He closed his eyes and curled up into himself terrified. Let me die, he muttered tearfully. Let me die!

The jailers waited a reasonable tine until the Dementor was gone and then opened the door. They had wanted the blonde since he had stepped off the boat. They had bided their time, letting the Dementors weaken him. looking down at the sobbing youth the jailer could only lick their lips in anticipation. Two and a half months and the boy was still beautiful. Well not for long!

"You went first the last time. It's my turn!" The first jailer growled unbottoning his pants.

"You always get the pretty ones."

"Shut up and help me with his clothes!"

Draco felt hands touch him and woke from his nightmarish sleep to a heavy weight over him. He tried to fight but was easily subdued by the pair who used the slytherin mercilessly.

Draco whimpered, "Help..." as the second jailer thrust inside him painfully.

"No one cares boy! You belong to us now!" The first jailer whispered in the blonde's ear before he kissed him.

Draco's mind fought the darkness one last time and then collapsed in itself. He didn't wake up for a long time

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the day after...

Narcissa Malfoy stood on the swaying boat listening to the waves of the sea. She had to convince him! She had to! Draco was an intelligent person surely he'd understand what was riding on this!

The conversation with Lord Potter had left her stunned for lack of a better word. The youth wanted to marry her son! Why? Only he knew the answer to that. It wasn't love that much she knew. Harry and Draco had never gotten along…so why? Did she care? No she didn't! Draco would marry Harry Potter one way or another. She was his mother and she would see him out of Azkaban! She had to! Lord Potter was the only Wizard powerful enough to get him out! This was a chance she could not pass up!

The ride took less then ten minutes. She was deposited on the shore where she was received by a short stocky wizard who looked her up and down as if she were nothing. The name that had once commanded respect was now an embarrassing oddity. Squaring her shoulder she walked behind the jailer and was led to the entrance where another jailer took over as guide. She went past endless doors and up winding staircases before she was finally deposited before an iron door. Here another jailer came forward and opened the door. With a smirk the jailer stepped aside and she entered the cell. It took all her strength to stifle the sobs that shook her frame. HER SON! WHAT HAD THEY DONE TO HER SON! Taking the small vial from her pocket she stepped forward.

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A pale and red eyed Narcissa walked quickly to the boat. It was done! Her son would marry Lord Potter! Once Draco was free all of those responsible for her son's suffering would pay and they would pay dearly! She cried broken heartedly. Bastards how could they! How could they! She looked at her hands, they were covered in his blood. Closing her eyes she murmured a scourging spell When she looked down again she could still see the her son's blood.

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At the same time…..

Harry sat with Minister Fudge counting the seconds for the meeting to be over. The man had signed a pass for Lady Malfoy to see her son in exhange for some photographs with Harry. The youth had wanted to run for the hills when the flashes had started but he stood and took it. Get your pictures Minister! Tomorrow I'll have mine!

"Harry. Can I call you Harry?" Fudge asked smiling like the royal idiot he was.

"I rather you didn't. We don't want anyone to get the wrong impression, do we?" Harry asked dryly.

"I DON'T THINK!" Fudge exclaimed flustered.

"I'm sure you don't. Here comes another picture."

"I THINK-" Fudge began but stopped to smile.

"YOU DO?" Harry asked smiling pleasantly. "SMILE! HERE COMES ANOTHER ONE?"

"OH YES!" Fudge smiled smugly at the camera. Harry grimaced but stood still.

Twenty pictures were taken and Harry knew they would somehow make their way to the Daily Prophet. The fool wouldn't pass up a chance like this one! That was for sure!

After the photographer left Harry sat down. Here goes nothing! He thought.

"Well Lord Potter I sure do appreciate this visit."

"I appreciate you seeing me."

"I'm here for you young Sir."

"That's good to know. That's why I'd like to ask for a favor." Harry asked looking at Fudge with false admiration.

"A favor? You want to ask me a favor?" Fudge could not believe it. The savior of the Wizarding World needed a favor from him!

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hours later...

Harry walked out of the Ministry with the special license he would need to carry out his marriage by proxy. It had taken a little longer and another ten photographs to get the license from the Minister but it had all been worth it! All worth it! He couldn't help but smile.

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later at Grimmauld Place...

A red eyed Narcissa read the marriage license and signed her and her son's name. She took a vial out with a small drop of her son's blood and let it fall next to her son's name.

Harry watched his future mother n law sign and then took the quill from her and did the same. Narcissa held her breath cringing at the though that someone might interrupt the marriage. Potter had to marry Draco! He had to!

Taking a small knife Harry carried on him he made a small cut on his finger and let his blood fall by his name. The MARRIAGE LICENSE glowed and then disappeared. In seconds it would reach the Ministry where it would automatically be registered. No one would look at it, no one would even notice it…it was a special license after all. Special Licenses were given by the Minister of Magic and were irreversible. The Minister had just fucked up big time!

"I only ask that you treat him fairly. Please!" Narcissa pleaded sobbing into her hands.

Harry knew Draco was not in good shape. He would try to get him out as fast as possible. He wondered if the Ministry would dare try to keep them apart. They were certainly stupid enough to try!

Harry left the Mano and apparated directly in the Ministry. The wards shuddered and allowed him entrance. Harry was immediately surrounded by Aurors guarding the building. They stood nervously blocking his way. Harry smiled and shook his head. When the Minister arrived he was still smiling smugly.

"Lord Potter? What's the meaning of this?" the Minister asked confused.

"I am here to demand the release of my spouse from Azkaban!"

"YOUR SPOUSE?" Fudge sputtered confused.

"Draco Malfoy!" Harry announced waiving the magical copy of the special license Fudge had given him hours earlier.

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The next day….the Wizengamot!

The news had spread like wild fire. Harry had married Draco by proxy and Fudge had made it possible! The next day it was a confident Harry, a regal looking Narcissa Malfoy, and an army of lawyers that made their way before the Wizengamot. The crowds outside could barely be contained Harry was happy to see Hermione shouting her support for the him and Draco.

The trial lasted a day and half…in the end Draco Malfoy Potter was released to the custody of his husband Harry James Potter with an apology. A second trial would be held in which the evidence used to condemn the pureblood would be thoroughly examined. If the pureblood was found to be innocent the Malfoy fortune would be returned to the blonde. Mind you the second trial would've never been possible if the Ministry had not done such a shotty job in handling the Malfoy case or if Harry had not challenged the previous sentencing.

Unable to get the sight of her son's bleeding naked body from her mind Narcissa refused to speak to anyone including Harry and sat looking at her hands.

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that same afternoon….

Draco was levitated by two healers out of his cell. He was unconscious and had been so since his mother had last seen him. Harry had removed his cloak to cover his husband's mistreated body. He didn't love Draco but something inside him seethed and he took special notice of the guards faces. Narcissa walked next to Harry trying her hardest to remain in control but failing miserably. Her son her darling son!

Harry blocked out the sobs, the waves, the whispering of the healers and concentrated on Draco's face. The bruised face did not resemble the proud youth he had met years ago.

Harry closed his eyes and smiled at the memory of the young Slytherin thrusting his hand to shake his. He had thought that Draco was evil like all Slytherins. How wrong he had been! Slytherins had not taken Draco's home, money and name away!

Not all Slytherins were kind…but they weren't all monsters! He looked at Draco again...and bit his lip. Draco hadn't deserved this! His husnband hadn't deserved this!

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