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CH-2 Home Sweet Hell
Draco glanced at his father who was asleep with a touch of drool hanging from his mouth. Draco scrunched his nose up in disgust at who he was forced to call his father. He's not my father. Draco thought to himself. Draco had come to privately disown Lucius, and not just because he still had some perverse hope that his darling master, Voldermort, was going to actually grow a pair and try taking over the magical world without these special weapons of his, but because of how his father insisted on Draco doing everything just as he had done. Arranged marriage, popped out a baby boy, and became successful by pushing people out of the way, and not because he was good at what he chose to do. Draco was tired of having to follow in his father's footsteps, and to tell the truth, the drooling was grossing the young Malfoy out.
Draco glanced at Harry, who was glancing around the limo warily, almost as if searching for something that was going to be used to hurt him. Draco sighed and looked back at his dad, waving a hand in front of his face to see if Malfoy Senior was going to wake up or not. When Draco was sure that his father wasn't going to wake from his slumber for a while, Draco slid down his seat letting his bum hit the car floor and scooted over to where Harry sat curled into a little ball in a corner. Harry watched him carefully, trying to back up but only finding a wall. Draco found a safe distance away from Harry where he wouldn't have to yell to talk to the boy but far away enough as to not scare the boy. It was here that Draco studied the slave that he had just purchased.
Harry was beautiful and anyone who glanced at the boy could tell you that. His hair may have been in disarray and muddy, and the horrible round glasses perched on his nose hid his beautiful jade eyes, but Harry was gorgeous. His tan skin was a lovely creamy surface just waiting to be touched, and his body was that of a gods'. His eyes behind the glasses were entrancing, dull but still exquisite and the long dark eyelashes framed the eyes. Draco resisted the urge to reach out and touch the boy in front of him. Harry may have been the slave and Draco the master but that wasn't how Draco saw it. He wanted Harry to trust him as well as respect him, unlike his father who called for respect out of sheer violence and cruelty.
"I'm not going to hurt you." Draco reassured him softly. Harry watched him apprehensively, clutching at his legs almost painfully. "You're safe now Harry, it's okay." He tried to think of anything to say to the poor boy in front of him but nothing that was coming out was working.
"Are you thirsty, Harry?" Draco asked quietly, and when he got no reply he reached into a little fridge that was hidden and pulled out a bottle of water and held it out to Harry. Harry eyed it suspiciously, and didn't take it. "It's not poisoned or anything. It's just water and you look parched." Harry still refused to take it. Draco sighed a little and set the drink next to Harry. "It's yours if you want it, I'm not going to force you to do something you don't want to."
Harry bit his lip, took the water and downed it quickly. As Harry drank, Draco studied him closely. His face was scar free but his neck was lined with bruises. It looked as though someone had strangled him. Draco reached out and traced a bruise, only to have Harry wince and pull away. Draco jumped away and bit his lip.
"Sorry!" Draco apologized quickly holding his hands out in front of him showing Harry that he meant no harm. Harry gulped and glared at him, but the glare held no malice, just a warning not to do something like that again. And with the way Harry was acting, Draco was sure he'd follow the rule to a t. "Oh, Harry, what did they do to you?" He whispered more to himself than to anyone else. Harry gave him an odd look then looked down.
Draco studied him more and was shocked to hear something utter from the smaller boys lips. "I… m-mis-misbehaved." The voice was scratchy and rough from years of not being used for anything but crying. But underneath that, it was strong and bold, a deep tenor that Draco knew, if he heard it more, he would come to love.
Harry glanced up at Draco through dark lashes and bangs, but Draco could still see the hurt fresh in his eyes. "T-they d-d-don't take k-kindly to… l-love." Draco let a small gasp escape his lips at the sentence the boy uttered. He was about to ask more but they both jumped at a small grunt emerging from the tall form behind them.
Lucius opened his eyes and blinked looking around. His eyes landed on his son sitting on his bum in the bottom of the car and he huffed.
"Son, what are you doing down there?" Asked Lucius groggily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and mouth. Draco opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He shook his head and sat back on one of the seats farther from his father and closer to Harry. The rest of the ride went by quietly, but Harry's words replayed in Draco's head for hours as he tried to figure out what he meant but them.
Draco watched outside the window as the hills rolls by and the country turned into upper class suburbia. The entire houses were miles apart and at least three stories high, and how he hated this place. This wasn't home, and it was a just a testament of how his father thought that he could buy love with money and fancy things.
The limo driver turned into a driveway, and the gates opened wide to a middle sized house on the left side of the road.
The house was a red brink house with white trim and from the looks on the outside it only held three bedrooms but who knows what you can do with that place under the influence of magic, and it was that thought that kept Harry from looking at Draco and throwing out something about how he could afford to shell out 200,000 galleons for him, but couldn't afford a big house like they were surrounded by. Harry was thoroughly unimpressed, and Draco keeping an eye on Harry noticed the look of wonder. He chuckled a bit and leaned forward closer to Harry, but of course, kept a good distance.
"This isn't my house. This is our servants' house." Draco noticed the pained look on Harry's when he said the word 'Servant' and instantly regretted it. He'd have to explain to the boy in front of him how things were going to work around here, and having a beautiful boy like him turned into a slave wasn't it. "You won't sleep out here; you'll sleep in a bed near me until your room is finished."
"And when we think you've earned your stay here!" Lucius chimed in without looking at the twosome. Draco glared at his father but looked back at Harry without a comment, but Harry was staring out the window mouth agape and a shocked look to his face. Draco turned to look and smiled at the approaching view. "This… is my house. The Malfoy Manor."
In many ways it mirrored the servants house down the road, but it was much better. The house was two stories and it expanded out to the sides for god knows how long. It was red bricked and white trimmed like the servants' quarters but it had a more medieval feel to it, with gargoyles and turrets at two corners of the house. The yard surrounding the massive home was well tended to and looked lovely.
Draco glanced up at a window to see his mother standing in one of them watching the return of her two boys. She wasn't pleased about what Lucius had done today, but if there was something Narcissa knew better than anyone, was that Lucius got his way no matter what, and knew there was no arguing with him. Draco didn't much approve of this action either but he also knew it was a lost cause to fight against his father.
Everyone looked around the property and when Draco heard Harry gasped he turned to look where Harry was looking. Harry had caught sight of the stables off to the left of the property and seemed entranced with the beautiful horses galloping around. Draco smiled then chuckled a bit when Harry pouted at the lost sight of the horses. Harry glanced at him and let his face hardened into a scowl when he saw Draco looking at him. Draco sighed and shook his head. This was going to be a hard thing to break and Draco knew this, he wasn't looking forward to it though.
The limo parked in front of the house in the curved drive way, and when the door opened Draco looked at Harry smiling. "Welcome to your new home, Harry." He then slid out of the car to stand next to the door and smile at his land. He loved this place, maybe not the sprawling acres or the expensive housing but the feel of the house, but the feel of it around him. It reminded him of his mother, and that was all Draco needed to feel at home.
Harry climbed out of the limo and stood next to him admiring the view. He still kept the angry stone cold look but Draco could see a hint of amazement hidden in the cold stare. Draco glanced at Harry once more before setting off in the direction of the front door. He was pleasantly surprised to feel Harry walking a few steps behind him. A man opened the door for the threesome and when they crossed the threshold Draco heard Harry give a small gasp. It was beautiful and Draco could admit that. The foyer was a high vaulted ceiling with white marble floors. Columns ran down the side of the hall and a few paintings hung around giving color to the otherwise colorless room.
Draco smirked and walked to the winding staircases that lead to the west wing, his wing. Harry followed obediently, but his eyes still searched the massive room. Draco felt as though he should be saying something, like a mini tour or something. "This staircase leads to my wing of the house. This is where you will mainly be unless we decide to go down to the dining hall for dinner." Draco said turning to look over his shoulder at the boy. Harry was now looking down, with a small scowl on his face. Draco sighed and shook his head. He walked down the hall passing numerous doors and paintings, mainly of the family. As Draco passed the doors he explained what they are. "This is my study; it has all my school books and various others to help me with school."
He glanced back at Harry who was staring at the oak doors with a questioning gaze. Draco continued to walk pointing to another door as he did, "this is my game room, I guess you could call it." Draco pushed his fingers through his hair. "I have every game in there from Exploding Snaps to Wii Sports." He looked at Harry's gaping face at the mention of the Wii. "What?!" Draco exclaimed looking truly hurt. Harry shook his head and looked down. Draco walked on.
"This is my bathroom. It connects to my bedroom from the inside." He pointed to the door across the hall from the bathroom. "That'll be your room come the time. It connects to my room, and vicariously through that to the bathroom." He smiled a little walked to the doors at the very end of the hall. He turned around pushing his back against the doors.
"This is my bedroom. The way it looks right now is how I always want it to look." He looked down bashfully. "I'm kind of a neat freak and it tends to get annoying to my parents. I might nag at you for a while about it, but you'll get the hang of it." He nodded and Harry just gave him a blank stare, like he couldn't care less about what it looked like. Draco sighed and pushed the doors open with his butt. He stood to the side and ushered Harry inside. Harry gaped when he walked inside.
Everything was done in a gray-ish tone with hints of green here and there. The floor was a dark wood polished to perfection, with not a skid mark in sight. The canopy bed was caddy cornered in the far left of the room. Sheer green drapes hung down from the post and looked as though they could move to sleep at night. The bed was perfectly made with dark forest green sheets and gray pillows. A night stand the same dark wood as the bed stood off to the side. On the top Harry could see various pictures of friends and his parents. A lamp stood behind the table giving the room an eerie glow that was still comfortable. An amour stood to the right side of the room next to a door and next to that was a desk that held a stereo. CD's were nicely put away in a gray stand next to the desk. All around the room on the gray walls were pictures of bands and famous wizards, some magic and some not. A small sitting area was off to Harry's right and in front of the massive gray leather couches a fire place, and on the mantle more pictures of friends.
Draco walked up behind Harry keeping his distance. He watched Harry's eyes scan the room easily and with awe. He guessed his room was kind of simple in a Malfoy sort of way. He looked back at Harry and his words in the car washed through his mind.
"Harry….Can I talk to you?" Harry gave no sound of approval or disproval, in fact he didn't even give him a sign that he heard. He walked around to face Harry. Harry watched him warily. "I'm never going to hurt you like that Harry, I promise you that. And a Malfoy's word is good. Or at least mine is." He sighed heavily not sure of what else to say.
"Look Harry, while you're here… You're not a servant. You're just going to help me with some random stuff around my wing, and…" He shook his head putting it in his hands. This was all so complicated, but in Draco's head it made sense. Harry wasn't his servant, more like a companion. Draco had so few and he was kind of ashamed that he had to buy someone to be his companion, well Lucius didn't buy Harry for him for that purpose.
When Draco looked back up Harry was looking at him sadly. "Your not a servant….Servants don't have freedoms, eventually you will. But you will help me clean my wing, and just be there for me when I need you." Draco shrugged. Harry just nodded like he understood then looked around.
"Are you hungry Harry?" Harry sighed and looked at him nodding a little. Draco wrung his hands together and walked to his amour. He bent over searching for clothes. Harry was shorter than he was but his chest was broad along with his hips. Draco was tall but small so he didn't know what clothes he could find to fit the brunette. He finally found a pair of faded jeans that were too big for him and a white shirt that he never wore. He turned around to see Harry fiddling nervously with the hem of his dirty shirt. It was obvious to Draco that he wasn't comfortable in the expensive room.
He walked to Harry holding the clothes out to him. "Go take a shower… when you get back the food will be here." He nodded and pointed to the door next to the amour. "That's the bathroom." He nodded and walked to his sitting area. "Towels are already in there." He said softly. He heard Harry pad across the room and went into the shower. A few minutes later Draco heard the shower running and he let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding.
This was going to be harder than he thought…
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