Author: chibidraco

Beta: noscrubs12345 Big thanks !!!
From: thematichp round one LJ

Summary: Harry's a succesful Quidditch player that enjoys a very casual lovelife.When sudden paternity suits arise and accusations are flying,an old fashioned Ministry decides to auction him off in Marriage to the highest bidder. HarryDraco slash AU no Voldie

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The sharp tapping of the red healed shoe on the marble floor was beginning to drive the ministry worker mad. Lisa tried to maintain her cool as the woman in front of her scowled impatiently. She was going as fast as she could. It was Saturday and here she was, stuck working extra hours at the Department of Magical Families.

Lisa didn't work the extra time for the pay--she knew laws forced her into them because of an infernal Quidditch player. Sure, Harry Potter was handsome, but he seemed to have a serious problem keeping his robes on.

The first petition that had arrived in her office had been rapidly followed by an overwhelming amount of other single parents claiming their children were sired by him. Already, she had managed to send at least twenty home with definite proof that Potter could not have been their father.

'Now this is just ridiculous,' she thought. 'There is no way that this is Potter's child.'

The impatient woman standing in front of her had a poorly done Muggle dye job, with overly red lips. Her robes were falling off one shoulder, revealing a low cut blouse that barely restrained her breasts. The picture of the child she held out to Lisa showed a cheerful baby who grinned broadly, two tiny teeth shining in a drooling mouth.

Lisa sighed; he was a cute kid, but his dark skin tone was obviously not a trait that Potter could have passed on. Nevertheless, she had to follow procedure and test everyone to close the indefinitely cases. So that meant at least an hour to prepare the paperwork and get the Mungo-hired mediwitch to perform the paternity test.

What was worse was that there were other people coming forward demanding child support back pay from other negligent fathers. Parents who were too embarrassed to come forward before were encouraged by the attention Potter would draw away from them.

Lisa was all for bringing the irresponsible dead beats to justice, but this also meant that, on top of Potter's extensive case, she had countless others to review as well. Lisa's plan was to concentrate on the other cases more than his and get these other couples out of the way so it would seem like she was actually getting somewhere.

"Ok, miss. You are going to have to bring your son in for formal testing," Lisa informed Ms Bradley, handing back the photograph and paperwork.

"Why?" the woman asked belligerently.

Lisa took a breath and replied in a still pleasant tone, "Because we cannot test him if he's not here."

"Why do you have to test him? Are you calling me a liar?" the faux-blonde asked angrily, leaning over the desk.

"I didn't say that miss. Those are the rules. He needs to be tested. If you want to drop your case now, you may. Otherwise, you need to bring your child in," Lisa said in a no nonsense tone. She looked pointedly at the woman's elbows that rested at the top of her desk and the woman re-treated.

"Fine, but I won't have to wait in the queue, will I?" Ms Bradley questioned.

"I'm sorry, miss, but you will have to queue up again."

"What!?"

Lisa massaged her temples. Oh, how she wished she could kick Harry Potter in the shin"

Little did she know that miles away someone else was thinking the same thing, except this person was more interested in kicking him a little higher and a little more in between his legs.

X x x X x x X

'Ok, this is absurd,' Draco thought.

He hadn't remembered Potter being a nutter in school. In the last week that they had spent together, he had blown hot and cold, a shift of emotions that Draco had mirrored. But sometime during the second day, he felt they really made progress and had got along together beyond the realm of the bedroom.

He had thought they were finally moving forward, but Harry had been acting strange since he joined him at the dinner table. The brunet ate the main course quickly and made a point of nudging the dessert away.

"Not in the mood for sweets anymore," he had murmured, and during the time that it took Draco to instruct Dobby to gather the plates and store the pie, Harry disappeared.

Draco ate sparingly at the table, mouthing his fork he bit down in surprise when the unwelcome silence in the flat was disturbed by the belligerent ringing of his mobile.

He stood quickly and turned the corner of the kitchen, snatching the tiny phone from the coffee table.

"Hello?" he answered and hated himself when he sagged in disappointment that it wasn't Harry.

"Draco."

The blond rolled his eyes at his friend's serious tone; he always did that when he had something to complain about. "Yes, Blaise?"

"I bought your pet some Quidditch supplies. What time are you going to be at your mother's?"

"For what, Blaise? And why are you buying anything for Harry?"

"Because I can't come to the celebration empty handed. Your mother would lecture me about my bad manners and all that rot."

"What exactly is happening, Blaise?" Draco asked again, trying to understand.

"The bonding celebration? She sent out invitations. Didn't you know about it?"

"No, Blaise, I didn't. I figured we would do it later, not right now…." Not when Harry and my relationship is not solid yet, he wanted to add.

"Call your mother then, because she's expecting you tomorrow at seven."

"I have to call her right now. I'll talk to you later," Draco said quickly and made his way to the fireplace in the living room so he could use the Floo.

X x x X x x X

'That wasn't so horrible,' thought Draco when Harry had returned the night before he told him of the get together his parents had arranged. The brunet did not seem upset at all; instead, he agreed readily and said he would be going to bed early that night.

The next morning had been uneventful and seemed to drag, but Draco attributed the boring afternoon to Harry's disappearance from the flat. He mentioned he was going to see a friend and had been out most of the late morning and early afternoon hours.

The Quidditch captain had returned in time for the party, though, and Draco had only been too relieved to worry about his earlier whereabouts. Now as he stood in front of the long walkway to his grand childhood home, he felt his innards coiling with nervousness.

Draco held his breath and was trying to calm his protesting stomach. He hoped his mother would not bring out the baby pictures or fawn over him too much, and he also hoped she and his father were nice to Harry and gave him no reason to resume the bad mood that had dawned the night before.

Harry himself was occupied at the moment taking in the size of the house and its grand architecture. The house was bigger than Harry had imagined, which was a feat in itself. He followed a few steps behind Draco and grimaced when he saw the amount of people loitering in the grand ballroom through a leaded glass window. A servant led them through the entry hall to the room.

"Draco?" Harry watched as an elegant blond woman excused herself from her guests and clutched Draco to her, a sweet smile curving her lips. She was beautiful, he thought. He saw her more clearly when she reluctantly let her son go and turned to greet him.

"Mr Potter, it's nice to have you with us," she said and shook his hand.

"Mrs Malfoy," he returned, inclining his head. He felt Draco return to his side.

"Call me Narcissa. I hope you don't mind if I call you Harold."

"I do actually," Harry confessed, holding up a placating hand and ignoring Draco's discrete squeeze of his hip. "My name is not short for Harold. It's just Harry."

"Well, Harry Potter, I'm pleased to meet you. You must come meet Draco's father," she said and motioned an attendant.

"Yes, ma'am?" the servant asked, bowing slightly.

"Please call my husband over."

With a curt nod, he left to do her bidding.

"Human servers, Mother?" Draco asked, voicing both his and Harry's concerns. "They're squibs, dear, or wizards if you like," she said dismissively. "Parkinson had them at Pansy's birthday party and they do look more presentable than the house elves, don't you think?."

Draco just rolled his eyes as his father approached them.

The man cut an impressive figure in his formal robes. Standing next to his wife, they made a striking pair, but the distance between them was obvious even though they were only an elbow's length apart.

"Mr Potter, Lucius Malfoy," he introduced himself and shook Harry's hand firmly. Turning to Draco, he said, "Son."

"Father," Draco answered and Harry looked back and forth between them quizzically.

"You'll have to excuse me. Now that you've arrived, we can formerly begin. Come, Narcissa." Lucius swept away towards the front of the room.

The woman followed at a more sedate pace and went to stand behind him. The elder Malfoy cast a sonorous charm and all eyes turned to the couple.

"First, I'd like to thank all of you for attending tonight. It is not every day that your child tells you he's getting married and not everyday that you get to celebrate with your growing family. I know this is a little sudden, but my son has always been a very determined child who did everything at his own pace, on his own terms. I don't know if many of you have met our new son-in-law, but I would like to take this opportunity to introduce him to you. He is a gentleman by the name of Harry Potter, the last remaining heir to the Potter estates and, ironically enough, the Black estates as well. Some of you may know him as a skilled Quidditch player who has made quite a name for himself…."

Draco looked away from his father briefly when Harry nudged him, informing him he was going to the restroom.

"...and is the youngest player to join the league. I only hope that my son can find happiness in this union and that I can be blessed with many grandchildren along the way. It has been almost twenty-five years since Draco came into my life and I cannot wait to see his children make him as proud as he has made me."

Draco looked towards his father with wide grey eyes, astounded by his words; he had never thought his father was proud of him. In his estimation, he barely existed to him there the man was, saying something that was absolutely heartfelt and sincere. He glanced around for Harry, but remembered he had gone to the wash room and instead made his way towards his parents.

X x x X x x X

He left before the eldest Malfoy could continue boasting about the prized catch his son had made. He shook his head in aggravation as he leaned against the sink; he had almost forgotten about the exact circumstances of them being married. It was easy to forget in light of the warm bed and nice overall companionship that he'd enjoyed for the past week, but Malfoy had been keeping this get together a secret and had pretended to find out only recently. And here they were, playing the role of the happily married couple...

Harry glanced at his watch. Well, he had a little more time to get ready and sit back and watch things get interesting.

X x x X x x X

When Harry rejoined Draco in the ballroom, the blond wondered if he had been mauled by a werewolf, as the brunet's hair was more a rat's nest than the sexily tousled mess it usually was. The formal robes that Draco had laid out for him were unbuttoned and hanging open, framing jeans that were frayed at the hem and a plain white tank top.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" he whispered, moving to his side and hoping to block him from sight of the other guests with his own body.

"Nothing. Why?" Harry asked as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Your clothes!" Draco answered, pulling the sides of the robe together to, but Harry pushed his hands away.

"It's hot," Harry shrugged.

"Cast a bloody cooling charm then, Potter. Just don't start disrobing!" Draco told him in frustration.

Harry shrugged indifferently, tugging the shirt out of his trousers as soon as Draco tucked it in.

"Really, Harry. It's not hot at all; it's really quite comfortable." Draco shook his head, not understanding.

"Draco, come here a moment, please," Narcissa called from across the ballroom.

Draco nodded to his mother.

"Just keep your exhibitionist tendencies reined in, okay? I'll be right back. Did you get anything to eat?"

Harry didn't answer, but Draco summoned Dobby and left him with instructions to see to Master Harry's needs.

When thirty minutes had passed and Draco was still unable to return to Harry. It seemed, he thought, as though his mother had invited every relative and acquaintance and he was to greet them all. He was catching up with his father's uncle when his mother whispered in his ear that she needed to speak to him in private.

The pair moved into a secluded area just outside the ballroom so that Narcissa could explain. "There are awful people here, Draco. They're upsetting our guests."

They hurried along to the foyer, but before they could return to the ballroom, his mother stopped him briefly. "I think they're Muggles, Draco."

"Muggles?" Draco murmured as he peered through the doors. He didn't know any Muggles.

It was all too easy to spot the people his mother spoke of as soon as they drew closer. There was a portly blond man and a younger man around his own age who was on his way to obtaining what must have been his father's generous girth. The mother stood clinging to both of them, although Draco could not see how she could wrap her bony arms around them both as it seemed she was doing.

'Freaks, the lot of you! Where's that freak? I want to go home!" the older man said as they approached.

"Who are you?" Draco asked coldly.

It was a suddenly re-appearing Harry who answered his question.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Draco. I didn't introduce you, did I? These are as close to in-laws as you'll get with me. This is my Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and my cousin Dudley. Durselys, this is my husband,Draco." He stressed the word gleefully and Draco noticed the red rising in the Vernon's face.

"You're a shirt lifter on top of being a freak, boy!" he roared.

"Yes, although to be fair, I lift skirts too." Harry smiled at him calmly.

"And I would be careful, Vernon, if I were you. You see, all these people here are all wizards and witches and they might not like you calling them freaks."

"You let us out of here, boy! Right now! I don't know how we got here but take us back home! We don't want to be with your sort!"

"I don't think I will. Why don't you stay a while? Get to know your new family." And with that Harry turned on his heel and swept out of the room.

"Vernon!" Harry's horse-faced aunt wheedled.

"Its okay, Petunia. The boy will come back eventually; just keep your stuff about you. They're probably just as degenerate as the boy's deadbeat parents were. This house was probably paid for with dirty money. Never worked a decent day in their lives. Look at the men wearing dresses, and the boy's a bloody poof!" He would have went on, but Draco had had enough.

"Listen here you rotund waste! You are in my home. If you malign my family and friends or Harry's parents again, I will hex your bollocks off and affix them to your forehead. You will sit in this corner until I am well and ready to return you to your hovel – understand?"

Draco brought out his wand to make sure they knew he would follow through with his threat. Satisfied at the fear and obvious humbling of their demeanour, he left the room, keeping his head high and already hearing the whispers about the quality of Harry's family members from the assembled guests.

X x x X x x X

"That was actually pretty impressive," Ron commented, watching the drama unfold with Harry from their hidden vantage point.

When Vernon mentioned Harry's parents, he had to bodily hold him back to prevent him from going after Vernon, but he could see that his best friend felt somewhat mitigated by Draco's response.

"Why all of this, Harry? I mean, honestly, how old are you?" Hermione asked, appearing at his shoulder.

"Because I want out."

"Well I wouldn't worry so much--you're on your way. At this rate, you'll have Draco flinging himself into the arms of another for comfort and you'll be able to go your separate ways. It's already happening."

'What do you mean?" Harry asked more harshly than he intended.

"Oh, nothing. Just Draco took Blaise aside and it looks like Blaise is reassuring him, that's all. Must have really got to him. That was awful, Harry! They were saying some awful things before and now all the guest are talking about it. Don't you think your overdoing this?" Hermione asked calmly.

"Had to be done." Harry forced himself to shrug indifferently.

"I'm just saying. You're wasting a lot of effort just to get under his skin. You called the Durselys and brought them here although you hate them more than anyone in the world--you've got a problem. Just to embarrass him in front of possibly everyone he knows and now you stand here and glower just because he's being admired by others!"

"I don't care. Why is everyone--you know what? Forget it." He became quiet, crossing his arms across his chest.

"No, why is everyone what, Harry? Pointing out your protesting a mite too much?"

"I don't care about him. I don't even notice he's there," he denied.

"You haven't looked away from him," Hermione pointed out.

"Only because I want to savour his humiliation," Harry countered.

"Really, it's a little strange. Your face holds the same countenance as when it's thinking of revenge, which just happens to the same as when it's thinking of more amorous pursuits," Hermione replied with false innocence. "Come on, Ron. Let's get something to drink."

"That's not fair, Hermione! You're cheating. You can't get an edge with all those crazy ideas. He looked so pissed off."

"If your friend is angry, it's only because he knows that I'm right."

X x x xX x x X

The nightmare that was the Durselys taken care of, Draco went to give Harry piece of his mind and ask about his questionable judgement in inviting them.

"Dobby, have you seen Harry?"

"Ye..yes, Master Draco."

"Where is he then?" Draco asked again.

"He's in…He's in..." the elf stuttered.

"Dobby, what's wrong with you? Just Apparate me there."

Dobby hung his head and wrapped his hand around the blond's wrist, Apparating them outside of his fathers study.

It was fitting that when he opened the door with Harry's name on his lips, he found Harry propped against the desk and watching the dark head that bobbed around his groin with lidded eyes.

The door hit the wall and the person jumped, disengaging herself and looking at Draco in horror. He took note of her uniform and identified her as one of his mother's servers.

"Hello, Dear. Have you met Draco yet, Julie? He's my husband." Harry introduced, the word thrown out with disdain.

"Oh Merlin, I didn't know--I'm so sorry." She stumbled across her words and picked up the discarded serving tray and ran from the room, squeezing against the doorframe so as not to brush against Draco as she left.

Harry stood there, pants pooling at his feet, no shame with his open robe and hard cock glistening with proof that someone else was touching what was Draco's. He made no move to cover himself, instead mockingly inviting Draco forward.

"You chased her away and she didn't finish. Are you going to take care of this?" Harry asked, cruelly stroking himself.

"The help, Potter? How crass." It took all he had to say just that, but he was not going to break down in front of Potter. Instead he said, "Escort your family home. They don't seem to get along with my family as well as they do with your sort."

Turning on his heel, he left the office, seeking solace in his old bedroom.

A/N: That's it. It all comes down to this and what will Draco do next?