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Um..I apologize for the last chapter. I wasn't feeling like myself and I..made them all sound like a bunch of horny rabbits.
Thanks Anne! ^_^ I'm now detailing the characters and why their the way they are...O.o
Chapter 3
Draco watched Harry zoom over the Quidditch Pitch, agile twists and turns as the dark haired boy chased a silver snitch. The blonde was currently leaning against a laurel tree, the stocky trunk supporting his slender frame. The shade from the bushy leaves provided just enough cover from being caught staring at the graceful figure in the air. Draco had stopped flying when that dulling pain in his right arm had throbbed. He let himself lazily slide down the base of the laurel, head resting against the bark. Draco, in his wildest dreams, would have never imagined that he would be sharing his home with Harry Potter. It was definitely going to be a challenge to remain civil to the other boy and what better way than to hide all of his emotions and rely on his charm and quick wit?
He'd been hiding the truth of himself from the entire world; not even his father knew the real 'Draco.' To be perfectly honest, Draco didn't even know who he was. The mask had been wore for so long that it was hard to distinguish truth from fiction. He couldn't blame Harry nor his father for his identity crisis. Both were as unaware as virgins at a sacrifice. No, if Draco had to accuse anyone, it would be Voldemort. Draco involuntarily shuddered. That name was the only in existence that could bring fear to his soul. The tendrils flicked at his heart, flaming his entrails. Draco bit back a cry of pain as his arm flared again for the second time that day. Just thinking of Voldmort did that to him.
Yes, it was right to indict Voldemort. For it was he that stole Draco's chastity. He was young, ten. It was the first time Voldemort had been invited to the Malfoy Manor since Draco's birth. Haughty, arrogant, little Draco wasn't in the least bit intimidated by the Dark Lord's arrival. Draco had remained prideful and kept his chin held high. Oh, naive and innocent Draco hadn't seen the flashes of unexpected-but obvious-lust in the serpentine crimson orbs. Lucius had never known of his son's rape.
After that, Draco had grown up quickly in his mind. He kept the outwards apperance of being a snobbish bastard but on the inside, he was shattered, picking up the pieces of a broken mirror. It had once reflected a child but the dream ended with his perversion; cracked to non-existence. Draco was pretty, he knew that, even at such a young age. Besides, wasn't that what Voldemort kept whispering to him? How beautiful he was? Of course, others had noticed. Who wouldn't? When he was propositioned by Oliver, he figured what the hell and gave into temptation.
Draco snapped from his musings, not wanting to reminensce about old lovers, not lovers...but..sex toys. Why did it make him sick suddenly? Was it because of what Harry had said? About his rape? Draco sighed, fingers fiddling with several blades of grass. It shouldn't have bothered him. Afterall, he was a Death Eater and had heard and seen worse. Why'd he even give a damn about Harry Potter? Was it because of that innocence in the emerald eyes? Draco smiled wanly to himself. Yes, Harry Potter was a beautiful person. Its what pissed Draco off the most.
But underneath that harsh exterior of hatred for Harry, Draco was pining away at him. He was the only one who had ever refused Draco and it was endearing...and annoying at the same time. With their new living arrangements, Draco wasn't exactly sure how to act. He would have his father to contend with if he gave Harry any amount of grief. Draco caught a glimpse of a touseled head swing by. His grin grew. He could...behave properly.
"Potter!" Draco shouted, causing Harry to suddenly pause. The boy flew to the ground, head cocked to the side. "Its nearly time for supper. You remember what my father said, dont you? The House Elves will have made everything by now. I dont think my mother's coming home until winter so we can do basically anything we want." Draco led Harry into inside, handing his and Harry's brooms to a House Elf to be taken to the Quidditch Cabin. "Since Father isn't joining us, we dont have to wear dress robes. I would like to shower though."
"Um...I dont have any clothes.." Harry blushed, thankful that Draco wasn't facing him.
"I had expected as much. Winnie!" Draco yelled and a house Elf appeared. "In my old closet, there's some clothes. I want you to size them to match Potter's girth." The small creature nodded and stared at Harry to get an estimate of what would be needed. "Well what are you standing here for?! MOVE!" Winnie frantically vanished.
"You dont have to be so mean to them, Malfoy."
"Oh right. I forgot, the Boy-Who-Lived has ethics." Draco rolled his eyes, ascending the staircase two by two. "If your going to continue that crap, make sure its not in the prescene of my father. He might be acting nice towards you but he doesn't tolerate much compassion for the slaves."
"Their not slaves! Their living and breathing."
"Put a sock in it Potter." He pushed the doors to his room open and Harry was amazed. The entire bedroom was decorated in lavish tones of green and silver, its length and width nearly the entire size of the upstairs at the Dursleys. Draco pointed a door adjoining the chambers next to his. "Your room is through there. I tend to leave it open at night and it will stay that way so if you have some sort of sick fancy I should know about, tell me now."
Harry shook his head, stepping into his room. Though smaller than Draco's it was just as magnificent. "I sometimes have nightmares but thats about it. Must be great to own all these things." Harry picked up miniature dragon, a Norwegian Ridgeback, and was reminded of Norbert. The tiny dragon came to life, nuzzling the fingers carressing his flanks.
"Yeah," Draco whispered, smiling faintly. "Her name is Hoshi. It means star in Japanese." Hoshi sputtered some flames, singing Harry's sleeve. Draco laughed. "That would mean she likes you." Draco made a keening noise and Hoshi flew to settle on his shoulder. "She's a great judge of character, aren't you girl?" He scratched the golden nape, earning a purr. "She hates Voldemort. The first time she saw him she screeched and howled at him." He met Harry's gaze, flushing. The intense amount of emotion in his eyes was unnerving and Draco looked away. "You should get showered. The bathroom is there. Your clothes should be ready by the time your done. Hoshi, would you like to go with Potter?" She happily nodded, amber eyes blinking. "Dinner is served at 7:00. If I'm not down there, start without me and vice versa."
Harry stripped the second the door shut. Hoshi layed in her bed, ignoring the naked boy. Harry, as he turned the shower on, reflected on the past eight hours. He'd murdered his uncle, apparted on accident to Knockturn Alley, met Lucius and agreed to live with the Death Eater, spent a few hours on the pitch, contemplated the new tingling feelings in his body and why, and was currently showering with Draco Malfoy, his biggest enemy before the Incident, only a short walk from him.
Harry should've felt some sort of remorse for his actions. His uncle was dead and was killed by one of the Unforgiveables. That was enough to send him to Azkaban for eternity. Harry wasn't positive what he was going to tell his friends and godfather. They would turn on him, he was certain. He couldn't let them know where he was and he couldn't go to Hogwart's for his sixth year. Durmstrang seemed a better possibility. Lucius did recommend it. What about Draco? Would he go with him to Durmstrang? It was seem obvious that there was something going on if one of them didn't show. What of Voldemort? What would he do to him? He was afterall, number one Voldemort's list to kill. And this affair with Lucius? Could he truly lust after the older wizard? Draco? Oh, Harry knew what he felt for Draco. He had the second he'd seen the boy come bursting out of the living room. A sharp electric spark sent his nerves on haywire. He definitely felt for Draco. What? He didn't know. Just how far could he go? Was a Death Eater's life really what he wanted? At this point, it seemed most logical. He would have protection from the Aurors.
Harry dried himself, wrapping the towel around his hips. To be perfectly honest; he was terrified. One, his entire life as he had know was about to be turned upside down. When Voldemort came to the manor the next day, he would have to make the hardest choice ever. Death Eater or no? Could he fight against his family and friends? Would he meet Sirius or even Remus on the battlefield? He perched his glasses on his nose, peering a lump of robes. He dressed himself quickly, shivering at the texture of velvet rubbing against his flesh. He could get used to living like this.
Hoshi woke and perched on Harry's shoulder. He knocked on the door. "Malfoy?"
"What Potter? You can come in." Harry gasped the minute he walked in. Draco's back was to him, slash marks were on the supple skin. A few were old wounds, the scars a light pink. The others were dark, red welts. Draco turned, frowning. "What is it?"
"Your..your back..." Draco snorted, sitting on the bed and grabbing a potion vial. Harry hesitantly approached. "I can do that for you." Draco regarded him with suspicion before handing the bottle over. Harry poured a palm full of the minty smelling cream onto his hand. "What happened?" he asked, fingers dipping into the green lotion and spreading it across the worse cuts.
"It was nothing of your concern Potter."
"But Malfoy! Someone's hurting you!" Harry exclaimed passionately. Draco arched his neck to peek at the boy behind him. "I mean, for fuck's sake Malfoy, I wouldn't wish this on anyone. Not even you."
"Gee, thanks," Draco said dryly. "Its going to happen whether or not you know so drop it. You can't save us all."
"Draco, please."
Draco stopped breathing for several seconds, his body tensing. "What did you call me?" he asked tight-lipped.
"I called you Draco. That is your name, isn't it? Draco, I want to know. If you dont tell me, I'll ask Lucius." Panic and fear danced in Draco's eyes. Harry sucked in breath, afraid he had made a mistake. "Was it Lucius that did this to you?"
"No!" he snapped. "My father wouldn't lay a hand on me in anger. If you must know you bloody prat, it was Flint." Harry seethed. "I lied. Flint wasn't the one who was taken, he took me in second year. I didn't want him but he discovered my little liasion with Oliver. He was going to exploit Oliver and get him kicked off the Quidditch team. I had to agree. Flint has some masochistic and sadistic desires."
Harry gently traced his finger over a scar. "Did you love Oliver?" Draco furrowed his brows. "Its just...you took up for him and saved him. Are you uncapable of love, Draco?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you can love," he said softly. "All of us can but it has to be with the right person, at the right time. It has to take longer than a few months, years even. Love can be realised in a split second and you discover that you've loved the person since you've known them." Harry spoke what was happening to him. "So, can you love? I think you should ask yourself that question."
"Are you always this mushy, Potter?"
Harry shrugged, capping the potion and standing. "Aren't we supposed to be eating?"
Draco grinned slyly. "What? Can't wait to share my father's bed with me?" he winked, leaving a gaping Harry behind. 'I always have to have the last word.' Another trait of the Malfoys.
~ ~ ~
Lucius stood erect, shoulders broad without a slump, posture stiff. Voldemort's garnet eyes glittered in the torch light. True to what Draco said, Voldemort's serpentine scales vanished due to the release of the spirit trapped in the diary during fifth year. An unfortunate Ravenclaw unknowingly discovered the Chamber of Secrets; the seal that had once been etched upon it was gone. The student, who shall remain nameless, patched the diary. Much to his shock, the spirit materialized into an almost human form. Tom Riddle was reborn and joined his future self. It returned his age to around fourty; sable hair hung in a ponytail to his elbows. His pale skin rivaled even Severus's. The only indication that the wasn't a normal human was the slitted eyes.
"Harry Potter is living with you?" Voldemort's voice was leaden with curiosity. "And you've told him that I'll be visiting tomorrow?" Lucius remained silent, the questions purely rhetorically. "I should applaud you on your noble gesture. Not only have you basically guaranteed that Harry will be joining me very shortly but you've securred your son a mate."
Lucius's jaw dropped. "I'm sorry sir, but mate?"
"We both know of your son's escapades with his own sex, its not as if his orientation is a secret." Voldemort clapped Lucius's back. "I have been researching on pregnancy spells and potions. It would seem in the Dark Ages, that there was much experimentation in that area. One wizardring scientist, Paulette Lativia, created a plausible potion that can create the female reproductive system, containing the organs necessary for harboring a baby."
"You want my son to become pregnant?"
Voldemort nodded. "Imagine, Lucius. Your sons powers combined with Harry's which also contain some of mine as well. Lucius, if you do not want Draco to be involved in this, I will understand."
"Why dont you just get him pregnant? That would be an unstoppable child."
Voldemort scowled. "I'm old Lucius, Harry is young."
"Yes, I agree with this." Lucius sighed. "When do you want this to take place?"
"Give them a few weeks to form a bond. After that, I am going to personally inform Draco and Harry of my intentions. Draco will be forced to stay under constant guard by some of my Death Eaters when you or Harry isn't at the Malfoy Manor. Noone is to have contact with Draco while he's pregnant, except me, you, and Harry. I know enough to oversee his health. When the baby is born, which will take only four months due to the potion, it will be taken to a secured hideout. By that time, the war will have escalated." Voldemort smiled. "And Harry is going to be the ringleader."
Lucius could only nod, his mind elsewhere. His only son was to produce an heir. The heir would have more power than perhaps even Voldemort. He was worried about Draco's welfare. Should something go wrong in the pregnancy, it might take Draco's life. Lucius snapped from his reverie when he felt a hand cup his cheek. "Sir?"
"I want you tonight," Voldemort said huskily. "And your going to submit," his voice commanded sharply. Lucius accepted the lips pressing against his own.
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Thats all for now! Thanks for reviewing! Hope this chapter was better than the last.
Um..I apologize for the last chapter. I wasn't feeling like myself and I..made them all sound like a bunch of horny rabbits.
Thanks Anne! ^_^ I'm now detailing the characters and why their the way they are...O.o
Chapter 3
Draco watched Harry zoom over the Quidditch Pitch, agile twists and turns as the dark haired boy chased a silver snitch. The blonde was currently leaning against a laurel tree, the stocky trunk supporting his slender frame. The shade from the bushy leaves provided just enough cover from being caught staring at the graceful figure in the air. Draco had stopped flying when that dulling pain in his right arm had throbbed. He let himself lazily slide down the base of the laurel, head resting against the bark. Draco, in his wildest dreams, would have never imagined that he would be sharing his home with Harry Potter. It was definitely going to be a challenge to remain civil to the other boy and what better way than to hide all of his emotions and rely on his charm and quick wit?
He'd been hiding the truth of himself from the entire world; not even his father knew the real 'Draco.' To be perfectly honest, Draco didn't even know who he was. The mask had been wore for so long that it was hard to distinguish truth from fiction. He couldn't blame Harry nor his father for his identity crisis. Both were as unaware as virgins at a sacrifice. No, if Draco had to accuse anyone, it would be Voldemort. Draco involuntarily shuddered. That name was the only in existence that could bring fear to his soul. The tendrils flicked at his heart, flaming his entrails. Draco bit back a cry of pain as his arm flared again for the second time that day. Just thinking of Voldmort did that to him.
Yes, it was right to indict Voldemort. For it was he that stole Draco's chastity. He was young, ten. It was the first time Voldemort had been invited to the Malfoy Manor since Draco's birth. Haughty, arrogant, little Draco wasn't in the least bit intimidated by the Dark Lord's arrival. Draco had remained prideful and kept his chin held high. Oh, naive and innocent Draco hadn't seen the flashes of unexpected-but obvious-lust in the serpentine crimson orbs. Lucius had never known of his son's rape.
After that, Draco had grown up quickly in his mind. He kept the outwards apperance of being a snobbish bastard but on the inside, he was shattered, picking up the pieces of a broken mirror. It had once reflected a child but the dream ended with his perversion; cracked to non-existence. Draco was pretty, he knew that, even at such a young age. Besides, wasn't that what Voldemort kept whispering to him? How beautiful he was? Of course, others had noticed. Who wouldn't? When he was propositioned by Oliver, he figured what the hell and gave into temptation.
Draco snapped from his musings, not wanting to reminensce about old lovers, not lovers...but..sex toys. Why did it make him sick suddenly? Was it because of what Harry had said? About his rape? Draco sighed, fingers fiddling with several blades of grass. It shouldn't have bothered him. Afterall, he was a Death Eater and had heard and seen worse. Why'd he even give a damn about Harry Potter? Was it because of that innocence in the emerald eyes? Draco smiled wanly to himself. Yes, Harry Potter was a beautiful person. Its what pissed Draco off the most.
But underneath that harsh exterior of hatred for Harry, Draco was pining away at him. He was the only one who had ever refused Draco and it was endearing...and annoying at the same time. With their new living arrangements, Draco wasn't exactly sure how to act. He would have his father to contend with if he gave Harry any amount of grief. Draco caught a glimpse of a touseled head swing by. His grin grew. He could...behave properly.
"Potter!" Draco shouted, causing Harry to suddenly pause. The boy flew to the ground, head cocked to the side. "Its nearly time for supper. You remember what my father said, dont you? The House Elves will have made everything by now. I dont think my mother's coming home until winter so we can do basically anything we want." Draco led Harry into inside, handing his and Harry's brooms to a House Elf to be taken to the Quidditch Cabin. "Since Father isn't joining us, we dont have to wear dress robes. I would like to shower though."
"Um...I dont have any clothes.." Harry blushed, thankful that Draco wasn't facing him.
"I had expected as much. Winnie!" Draco yelled and a house Elf appeared. "In my old closet, there's some clothes. I want you to size them to match Potter's girth." The small creature nodded and stared at Harry to get an estimate of what would be needed. "Well what are you standing here for?! MOVE!" Winnie frantically vanished.
"You dont have to be so mean to them, Malfoy."
"Oh right. I forgot, the Boy-Who-Lived has ethics." Draco rolled his eyes, ascending the staircase two by two. "If your going to continue that crap, make sure its not in the prescene of my father. He might be acting nice towards you but he doesn't tolerate much compassion for the slaves."
"Their not slaves! Their living and breathing."
"Put a sock in it Potter." He pushed the doors to his room open and Harry was amazed. The entire bedroom was decorated in lavish tones of green and silver, its length and width nearly the entire size of the upstairs at the Dursleys. Draco pointed a door adjoining the chambers next to his. "Your room is through there. I tend to leave it open at night and it will stay that way so if you have some sort of sick fancy I should know about, tell me now."
Harry shook his head, stepping into his room. Though smaller than Draco's it was just as magnificent. "I sometimes have nightmares but thats about it. Must be great to own all these things." Harry picked up miniature dragon, a Norwegian Ridgeback, and was reminded of Norbert. The tiny dragon came to life, nuzzling the fingers carressing his flanks.
"Yeah," Draco whispered, smiling faintly. "Her name is Hoshi. It means star in Japanese." Hoshi sputtered some flames, singing Harry's sleeve. Draco laughed. "That would mean she likes you." Draco made a keening noise and Hoshi flew to settle on his shoulder. "She's a great judge of character, aren't you girl?" He scratched the golden nape, earning a purr. "She hates Voldemort. The first time she saw him she screeched and howled at him." He met Harry's gaze, flushing. The intense amount of emotion in his eyes was unnerving and Draco looked away. "You should get showered. The bathroom is there. Your clothes should be ready by the time your done. Hoshi, would you like to go with Potter?" She happily nodded, amber eyes blinking. "Dinner is served at 7:00. If I'm not down there, start without me and vice versa."
Harry stripped the second the door shut. Hoshi layed in her bed, ignoring the naked boy. Harry, as he turned the shower on, reflected on the past eight hours. He'd murdered his uncle, apparted on accident to Knockturn Alley, met Lucius and agreed to live with the Death Eater, spent a few hours on the pitch, contemplated the new tingling feelings in his body and why, and was currently showering with Draco Malfoy, his biggest enemy before the Incident, only a short walk from him.
Harry should've felt some sort of remorse for his actions. His uncle was dead and was killed by one of the Unforgiveables. That was enough to send him to Azkaban for eternity. Harry wasn't positive what he was going to tell his friends and godfather. They would turn on him, he was certain. He couldn't let them know where he was and he couldn't go to Hogwart's for his sixth year. Durmstrang seemed a better possibility. Lucius did recommend it. What about Draco? Would he go with him to Durmstrang? It was seem obvious that there was something going on if one of them didn't show. What of Voldemort? What would he do to him? He was afterall, number one Voldemort's list to kill. And this affair with Lucius? Could he truly lust after the older wizard? Draco? Oh, Harry knew what he felt for Draco. He had the second he'd seen the boy come bursting out of the living room. A sharp electric spark sent his nerves on haywire. He definitely felt for Draco. What? He didn't know. Just how far could he go? Was a Death Eater's life really what he wanted? At this point, it seemed most logical. He would have protection from the Aurors.
Harry dried himself, wrapping the towel around his hips. To be perfectly honest; he was terrified. One, his entire life as he had know was about to be turned upside down. When Voldemort came to the manor the next day, he would have to make the hardest choice ever. Death Eater or no? Could he fight against his family and friends? Would he meet Sirius or even Remus on the battlefield? He perched his glasses on his nose, peering a lump of robes. He dressed himself quickly, shivering at the texture of velvet rubbing against his flesh. He could get used to living like this.
Hoshi woke and perched on Harry's shoulder. He knocked on the door. "Malfoy?"
"What Potter? You can come in." Harry gasped the minute he walked in. Draco's back was to him, slash marks were on the supple skin. A few were old wounds, the scars a light pink. The others were dark, red welts. Draco turned, frowning. "What is it?"
"Your..your back..." Draco snorted, sitting on the bed and grabbing a potion vial. Harry hesitantly approached. "I can do that for you." Draco regarded him with suspicion before handing the bottle over. Harry poured a palm full of the minty smelling cream onto his hand. "What happened?" he asked, fingers dipping into the green lotion and spreading it across the worse cuts.
"It was nothing of your concern Potter."
"But Malfoy! Someone's hurting you!" Harry exclaimed passionately. Draco arched his neck to peek at the boy behind him. "I mean, for fuck's sake Malfoy, I wouldn't wish this on anyone. Not even you."
"Gee, thanks," Draco said dryly. "Its going to happen whether or not you know so drop it. You can't save us all."
"Draco, please."
Draco stopped breathing for several seconds, his body tensing. "What did you call me?" he asked tight-lipped.
"I called you Draco. That is your name, isn't it? Draco, I want to know. If you dont tell me, I'll ask Lucius." Panic and fear danced in Draco's eyes. Harry sucked in breath, afraid he had made a mistake. "Was it Lucius that did this to you?"
"No!" he snapped. "My father wouldn't lay a hand on me in anger. If you must know you bloody prat, it was Flint." Harry seethed. "I lied. Flint wasn't the one who was taken, he took me in second year. I didn't want him but he discovered my little liasion with Oliver. He was going to exploit Oliver and get him kicked off the Quidditch team. I had to agree. Flint has some masochistic and sadistic desires."
Harry gently traced his finger over a scar. "Did you love Oliver?" Draco furrowed his brows. "Its just...you took up for him and saved him. Are you uncapable of love, Draco?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you can love," he said softly. "All of us can but it has to be with the right person, at the right time. It has to take longer than a few months, years even. Love can be realised in a split second and you discover that you've loved the person since you've known them." Harry spoke what was happening to him. "So, can you love? I think you should ask yourself that question."
"Are you always this mushy, Potter?"
Harry shrugged, capping the potion and standing. "Aren't we supposed to be eating?"
Draco grinned slyly. "What? Can't wait to share my father's bed with me?" he winked, leaving a gaping Harry behind. 'I always have to have the last word.' Another trait of the Malfoys.
~ ~ ~
Lucius stood erect, shoulders broad without a slump, posture stiff. Voldemort's garnet eyes glittered in the torch light. True to what Draco said, Voldemort's serpentine scales vanished due to the release of the spirit trapped in the diary during fifth year. An unfortunate Ravenclaw unknowingly discovered the Chamber of Secrets; the seal that had once been etched upon it was gone. The student, who shall remain nameless, patched the diary. Much to his shock, the spirit materialized into an almost human form. Tom Riddle was reborn and joined his future self. It returned his age to around fourty; sable hair hung in a ponytail to his elbows. His pale skin rivaled even Severus's. The only indication that the wasn't a normal human was the slitted eyes.
"Harry Potter is living with you?" Voldemort's voice was leaden with curiosity. "And you've told him that I'll be visiting tomorrow?" Lucius remained silent, the questions purely rhetorically. "I should applaud you on your noble gesture. Not only have you basically guaranteed that Harry will be joining me very shortly but you've securred your son a mate."
Lucius's jaw dropped. "I'm sorry sir, but mate?"
"We both know of your son's escapades with his own sex, its not as if his orientation is a secret." Voldemort clapped Lucius's back. "I have been researching on pregnancy spells and potions. It would seem in the Dark Ages, that there was much experimentation in that area. One wizardring scientist, Paulette Lativia, created a plausible potion that can create the female reproductive system, containing the organs necessary for harboring a baby."
"You want my son to become pregnant?"
Voldemort nodded. "Imagine, Lucius. Your sons powers combined with Harry's which also contain some of mine as well. Lucius, if you do not want Draco to be involved in this, I will understand."
"Why dont you just get him pregnant? That would be an unstoppable child."
Voldemort scowled. "I'm old Lucius, Harry is young."
"Yes, I agree with this." Lucius sighed. "When do you want this to take place?"
"Give them a few weeks to form a bond. After that, I am going to personally inform Draco and Harry of my intentions. Draco will be forced to stay under constant guard by some of my Death Eaters when you or Harry isn't at the Malfoy Manor. Noone is to have contact with Draco while he's pregnant, except me, you, and Harry. I know enough to oversee his health. When the baby is born, which will take only four months due to the potion, it will be taken to a secured hideout. By that time, the war will have escalated." Voldemort smiled. "And Harry is going to be the ringleader."
Lucius could only nod, his mind elsewhere. His only son was to produce an heir. The heir would have more power than perhaps even Voldemort. He was worried about Draco's welfare. Should something go wrong in the pregnancy, it might take Draco's life. Lucius snapped from his reverie when he felt a hand cup his cheek. "Sir?"
"I want you tonight," Voldemort said huskily. "And your going to submit," his voice commanded sharply. Lucius accepted the lips pressing against his own.
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Thats all for now! Thanks for reviewing! Hope this chapter was better than the last.
