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Chapter Four – Rules & Auction exhibition

Harry read through the guidelines and didn't like them.

"She'll be expecting you to have him off a leash, loose around the house. Keep the end in your hand or tie it to a piece of furnishing; a bedpost or sofa will do.

It will go in your favour if you're seen out with him in traditional apparel. If you take yours out, other purebloods will follow- they've been hiding them up until now because of the laws."

"What's traditional apparel?" Harry asked, looking down at Draco who was now tense against Harry's leg.

"Naked and on all fours, for next weeks slave auction of death eaters should be appropriate, I'll come with you. Oh and if you put him in his cage, I'll take you where purebloods buy the collars and chains. Upmarket, most wizards don't get through the door; you've got to be the right type. "

Harry sighed and scooped Draco up. "Sorry but I don't want you taken away Draco. The quicker it's done the less strain it is on you." Harry had Clippie – a Malfoy elf- collects the cage and placed Draco inside.

Draco didn't make a fuss as Clippie and Blaise were watching, it wouldn't do to show any weakness, he thought. Clippie used to be one of the head elves.

"I'll throw a cover over you, so you won't get last times reaction again." Harry smiled but Draco paled, he wanted to be able to see his Master, but be left in a dark place like he had been for the last several years.

Harry didn't like the rules and was dubious about taking Draco out in public but he wanted Draco to be free as much as the law allowed. He allowed Blaise to apparate them to Knockturn Alley after he'd given Draco some instructions. Harry was glad he had covered Draco's cage as there was lots of wizards around, Blaise lead him into a dark blue shop, blue curtains fell from the ceilings to lay against the walls. Louis VIII chairs ran against one wall and small glided tables with little confections lay on top. A wizen tall man stepped forward from the back, his face all smiles and Harry shook his hand with trepidation.

Draco and shifted his weight so he was leaning towards Harry since he'd heard the shop bell go. He had wanted to scream and clutch Harry when they'd apparated and the sounds had bombarded his ear drums, he had curled up like a ball and shaken uncontrollably. Draco found the silence more unbearable than the noise; Harry placed him onto a tabletop and slowly pulled the cloth off the cage. Draco braised himself; he saw the shopkeeper's eyes assess him, "Fine quality."

"Get on with it man, we haven't got all day!" Blaise snapped impatiently. The shopkeeper nodded and disappeared behind a curtain, a few minutes passed with several scraps and banging noises coming from behind the curtain before the man reappeared.

He placed three coils on the table with five collars on each. Harry looked them over; the first coil was set with collars from the middle ages, heavy metal and thick so they would put added weight to the wearer's shoulders. The second coil held collars which Harry wasn't sure he new how to undo as they looked like loads of miniature animals crawling around the collar.

Harry nearly imperceptibly nodded at Draco, silently asked what he would like best. Draco tipped his head towards a midnight blue collar, with diamonds wrapped around the edges like a border and sapphires scattered like stars in the centre. "I'll have that one."

"You are the first person to choose from that coil, I am sorry that there is not more choice but your Splantine has an unusual amount of magic, I have lots in the higher and lower bans but not in that one."

"How much?" Harry asked.

"Place your money bag on the table and it will take it out automatically." Harry did and a large amount disappeared, the bag reset itself to a smaller size.

"If you would place the collar on then tap it with your wand it will make it so only you can remove the collar unless you die, then anyone can." Harry let Draco out of the cage and snapped the collar on with seeming indifference, Draco looked at him and stayed still obediently, the shopkeeper added a matching leash to the collar. Blaise said farewell to the shopkeeper and followed Harry out the door, Harry immediately vanished the cursed cage back to Grimmauld places' attic.

Harry silently walked through Knockturn alley towards Purplecross where the auction was taking place; it was already filling up, even though there was half an hour to go. Blaise led the way to the front of the crowd, Harry saw other purebloods with creatures attached to them, and they were in poor condition and looked miserable. Blaise introduced Harry to some high ranking purebloods and some people he'd known since school. "Harry Potter, who are you thinking of buying?" asked Pansy Parkinson, she was with Marcus Flint a supporter of the dark side but had taken no active part in the war.

"No one, Pansy. I'm just here to watch, what I need with a slave." Harry didn't like the way she was talking about the death eaters, she had probably had them around her house since an early age, some were friends from school and she acted like they were people she'd never known.

Meanwhile Blaise was chatting with some friends, Draco had noticed them in the background and moved so he was directly in front of Harry, he placed himself in-between Harry's feet – luckily Harry was stood astride. He wasn't going to become a target, suddenly he felt a boot hit him in the rear and yelped, he turned his head to see several of his ex classmates laughing, two had Splantine with them, they had blank expressions their faces. Draco looked up at Harry he was still talking to Pansy, who was flirting with him and Draco didn't like it. He growled and she looked down sharply. Pansy sneered and turned an amused face on Harry, "It appears your Splantine doesn't like people getting to near you, his sire spoilt him. Letting him think he was on the same level as us."

Draco shrank from the condescending tone of voice; he buried his face into his Master's trouser leg. "It's alright, Draco."

"You can't mean to let him get away with it. While you've been talking he's been sending horrible noises at people! Surely you expect him to remain silent while you are out?" Pansy said scandalised.

Harry shock his head, people had probably provoked him. "He's new, doesn't know any better. Anyway, it's rather endearing actually, that he's so protective over me."

Draco looked up to shoot a quick look at Pansy; she was still as a statue, paralyzed from Harry's announcement.

Meanwhile Blaise had come to stand at Flint's shoulder that was immobile by shock. He would have expected Harry to be angry at Draco as he had brought attention to himself. Blaise had a thought, he stared at Harry and lifting an eyebrow silently conveyed his thoughts.

If Harry didn't show the traditionally expected customs then he would lose the support of high society and Umbridge would gain an advantage and Harry would be an easy target, if he did not punish his Splantine.

Harry nodded to himself, seemingly to Pansy and the other observers to collect his thoughts. "But it can not go unpunished. Draco," Harry didn't want to do this a lose any of the trust and friendship he had gained from Draco, but it needed to keep the charade up. He let his voice go cold as winter. "Let go of my new robes and bend down so your elbows are tucked against your knees on the floor."

Draco looked up into his Master's eyes, they held a regretful expression which Draco was sure- he was the only one to see. He quickly went down into the position his Master had commanded.

It wads a humiliating position that symbolised a disrespectful servant, Draco had seen some in his youth and knew it brought shame to the Master for not having trained a servant but more importantly it brought shame of face to the Splantine. It would be seen as disobedient to his Master's wishes – which was doubled when they're rightful Master was present as they might decide that the Splantine is too much trouble and wait until they are obedient and know the honour it is to be claimed.

He was receiving the worst possible punishment a Splantine could receive. In the position of shame and directly beneath his true Master.

Blaise grinned, finally the prince of Slytherin on his knees bowing to all. He nodded at Harry, who was looking uncomfortable with Draco's position and the ease at which he went into the position. He wished he could pick Draco up and take him back to Grimmauld place for protection. He looked like a small baby mouse waiting to be eaten. Harry swallowed and hoped he'd be forgiven later. "Draco, stay in that position for the duration of the auction. No noise."

"Yes Master." Draco answered, head lowered to the ground.

"He knows how to be punished then, knows his place."

"Makes me sick to think he was allowed into Hogwarts."

"Knows he's dirt now- no thanks to his parents, little better than he is – lower than mudbloods." The comments continued to swarm around him, Draco tuned them out, focusing his eyes on his Master's shoes, he could only see the black tips as his Master was stood over him with shoed feet either side of him. His Master had promised that no one would ever hurt him again and his Master was the barrier that was needed to stop the crowd around them. He was standing over him, not allowing anyone to touch him.

Draco kept the focus up throughout the auction, not lifting his eyes from Harry's shoe tips. His Master stayed above him throughout, if he had chosen to move Draco would have been forced by his nature to follow as protection and contact were what he needed. But as he was under command to stay in that position for the inter auction he would have had to drag himself inch by inch behind his Master. The pavement was cobbled and small sharp stones littered the cobbles, brought when wizards came from muggle London. He would have been left with craps, infected wounds and bad bruising. Most Masters would have left him in that position for the whole weekend and only heal him when he was too ill to move position.

Harry only just kept his temper in check when he heard Draco's quiet cry, he wanted to hit the person who had kicked Draco but knew it would look unnatural. He took pleasure when he saw some death eater's sold up on the auction block, among them was Bellatrix Lestrange- one woman he had wished would suffer the greatest humiliation for what she'd done. He watched the Weasley twins buy her and her being led away screaming until silenced by a Weasley sweet stuffed down her throat. Harry made a mentally note to go visit the twins later in the week.

Harry waited until the auction finished then nudged Draco gently in the side. People were watching so they want a show Harry thought humourlessly, act impassive.

"Draco up now. You're not having any food for a week, I hope you've learned your lesson." He said coldly.

Draco slowly sat up, his aching muscles creaked, and he kept his head down hiding his face in his Master's cloak, not wishing to see his ex-classmates faces.

Harry said goodbye to the Slytherins and Blaise, not wishing to have a debriefing of his conduct and blunder earlier. He walked off with Draco scrambling to keep up, when he came to a side alley he turned down it making sure no one was following he picked Draco up and balancing him on his hip like he would a small toddler apparated them home.

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